A Submissive Boy's Story

A SUBMISSIVE BOY'S STORY Chapter four (Cory & me)

by Donny Mumford

Waking up on Cory's side of the bed with my arm still under his body, the arm was numb, numb like it wasn't even there. I tried rolling him off it without waking him, but his eyes opened wide. "What's wrong, Andrew? I'm still wicked tired! Oh my fucking head! And that bastard, Mark! I hate him!" I got my arm out from under Cory and start massaging it like mad, mumbling, "Shhhh, buddy. Don't talk, just go back to sleep." Cory's like, "Dude, ya need to give me some lovin... my boyfriend dumped me... did I tell ya?" I looked at Cory's bedside alarm clock... it read six-fifteen a.m.. He still sounded a little drunk and I guess that's not surprising since he hadn't gotten home until almost two a.m.. My arm came back to life and I go, "Shhh, it's OK, Cory... you need some more sleep. Here, I'll give ya a hug around your neck, OK?" Cory did the same squirming against me that he did four hours ago and boy oh boy did we get snug together again. So nice, except for Cory's breath... the booze breath in the morning is always bad, but when you don't brush your teeth before getting into bed it's every so much worse... oh my God! I actually closed his mouth with my fingers and he mumbled something before burying his face against my neck, under my chin, which did a good job of keeping the bad breath under wraps. The feel of his body, his hair tickling my chin... it was just so nice, and in a few minute I had another throbbing boner. Damn, this rocks! Cory's body is so tight and slim... Whoa! I squeezed around his neck a little more and he snuggled against me even tighter. I had to stifle an embarrassing moan of pleasure, I'm not use to this bodily contact, it's so awesome... I love it!

We both went back to sleep. The next time I opened my eyes it was to acknowledge danger... I was in danger of peeing my boxers. I needed to make it to the bathroom in two seconds or less. Jumping out of bed woke Cory, he goes, "what...?" I'm into the bathroom whipping out my dick, my piss stream slammed into the toilet water, ahhhh... relief. It made me think of that fictional book my buds and me kidded each other about when we were nine years old... "Yellow River" by I. P. Daly. That was risque for us in those days. I finished peeing, washed up, and brushed my teeth... back in the bedroom Cory was laying on my side of the bed with his hand propping up his head, leaning on his elbow. He looked really young, but so pale. "How ya feeling, Hotshot?" I asked with a grin. Cory mumbled, "I don't know who I hate more, Mark or Jack Daniels". I go, "Is that what you were drinking? Ewwww! I can't drink that shit" and as Cory got out of bed he muttered, "Me neither, dude... me neither" and into the bathroom he goes, leaving the door open behind him. After a bit I heard the shower turn on and thought of Cory's naked body getting wet and shiny under the spray... a shiver shot through me. I've seen him naked a few times in the showers at the dorm, but we're not exhibitionist in our dorm room so it's only been those few times. He has a really nice looking uncut five inch pecker and perfectly round nuts in a hairless sac to go with it. The foreskin cap covering the head of his penis looked so funny/cool, just like mine. Not much hair any where at all on Cory's torso or limbs, no "happy trail", no hair on his ass that I could see, sparse pubes, hairless chest. Taking a big breath I played with myself through my boxer shorts. Ya know, it's way cool being gay. I mean, ya spend so much time with your roommate at college and if you're gay, and your roommates is hot like Cory, well that rocks big time, dude... that really rocks! Wish I could jerk off while he's in the shower... Nah, I better not.

And it's a good thing I didn't too because three minutes later the bedroom door bangs open and in flies Tommy, hurling through the air to land on the bed. "Whatcha doing Andrew?" he asks. Jeez, from the cute Cory directly to his super cute brother, Tommy. His light red hair was buzzcut yesterday, it looked perfect on his nicely shaped head with his youthful, smallish facial features, so freaking cute... he's got this natural mischievous facial expression, like he'd just done something he thought was funny, or maybe he's contemplating doing something bad. He was wearing only jockey underwear with a nice bulge... you know, proportionate to his body size. Tommy's approximately a hundred twenty pounds, about five foot seven inches tall. Holy shit! He's hot alright. Great chest and belly with noticeable muscle definition, not as though he worked-out necessarily... more like the normal healthy boy-body type. His hairless, creamy colored body with those long legs sticking out of his little jockey briefs looking so sexy. Understated definition in his calves, his feet looking good enough to lick, like you know who likes to do. I blinked rapidly trying to take it all in at a glance while at the same time feeling amazed at how quickly I've adapting to my gayness. This is relatively new, noticing boy's bodies; noticing things I'd previously suppressed interest in. Boys are fantastic looking, their bodies are works of art. I thought of my old girlfriends with their fleshy, sponge-like tits, and fat thighs and weak arms...ugh! Tommy's body was slim, tight, firm... just right, what a beautiful boy. I wanted to rub my hands up and down his arms and legs, over his entire body and then feel his silky buzzed red hair... he took my breath away. And just like that, a scene flashed in my head of Henry, years ago, doing those things to my naked body... the same things I wanted to do to Tommy's. Rubbing him all over, appreciating the feel of it with both hands at the same time. I could almost feel Henry's hands on me when he was doing it so long ago, my dick was getting hard thinking about that so I turned away and started pulling on my jeans.

With my back to Tommy I managed to grunt out, "Yo Tommy, sup? Your brother and me just woke up ten minutes ago. Cory's hung over, but don't say anything to your parents about that, OK?" Tommy, with a laugh in his voice, says "I saw your dick getting hard, poking out the front of your boxers. Was that because of me?" Oh man, I had to chuckle at his audacity, and then I mumbled, "Maybe" and he goes, "That's OK. I know you're gay, it's no big thing". He was laughing his boyish laugh again, before saying, "I mean it's no big thing that you're gay... not, it's no big thing, meaning your dick" and he laughed some more. This was a bit too specific for me so I just grunted noncommittally and said nothing. Cory continued, "I'm not gay, but Cory is... weird, huh? We're from the same parents and all." He was a bundle of energy flipping around on the bed until he had both pillows under his head. When I said nothing, Tommy goes, "You're much cooler than his two roommates from last year... they were straight like me, but unfortunately they were also assholes and neither of them treated Cory very well. Cory's too nice to everyone anyway, he lets people push him around. I don't, do you?" I go, "No..." as Cory was coming into the room. He had a towel around his waist, his face was white as a sheet, he mumbled, "Tommy, bro... do me a huge favor and get me a big glass of orange juice and three Advil." Tommy goes, "Sure Cory", and off he runs. Plopping on the bed, resting his head on the two pillows his brother had piled up in the middle of the mattress, Cory squeaked out, "I'm wicked hungover Andrew, but just the same, I want to get away from here today, and to hell with the hangover. Do you think we could catch a bus back to school this afternoon? Would you mind?" It was fine with me. Cory told me he wanted to get away mostly because he thought Mark might come over to criticize him about how he, Cory, had handled the break-up. This seemed incomprehensible to me, but "that's because you don't know Mark", is how Cory put it.

After a bit Tommy sauntered into the bedroom with a glass of OJ in one had and a bottle of Advil in the other, saying, "Here ya go Cory. I gotta get dressed now, brunch in a little while". Cory mumbled his thanks as I stared after Tommy, groping my crotch. Then, looking up quickly to see if Cory had noticed me ogling his brother I saw Cory wiping a tear from his eye. He wasn't noticing anything except his broken heart and his hangover. After slowly finishing the orange juice and swallowing three Advil, Cory began moping around getting his stuff together for our return to college. I watched him for a minute feeling bad for him, then I began getting my own stuff together. Ten minutes or so later Mrs Dawkins called us for brunch in the kitchen. When we were all seated around the table Cory quietly announced to everyone that Mark had broken up with him, and that we'd be returning to college today. Tommy said, "Oh no, don't go back today! And that's so darn mean of Mark. I never liked him, Cory. Mark is an A.H.. You need a boyfriend like Andrew". I blushed and looked at my scrambled eggs as Cory's mom says, "How could Mark be so insincere, he was just here for dinner the other night and didn't give the slightest indication he'd be breaking up with you. I thought he was a good boy, I swear..." Everyone was of course on Cory's side. Mr Dawkins poured some more coffee, took a deep breath as if acknowledging to himself he needed to say something about this too, he mumbled, "Oh hell, you'll have a lot of, er... dates, or you know, friends, whatever ya call em... before you find the right one, Cory." Cory frowned at him, then shoved some grits in his mouth as his mother asked me, "Do you have a boyfriend, Andrew?" I go, "No, Ma'am" and without much additional conversation we finished our brunch, then finished our packing and were ready to leave.

After putting our stuff in the car and hugs all around... Tommy, pouting because we were leaving, grumpily stated, "It's time to go guys. I need to be back by noon." I hopped in the back seat because Tommy's driving was nerve-fucking-racking when you're sitting shotgun. He says, "All set?" and then he drove us, at near the speed of light, to the bus terminal. As it turned-out we needed to wait an hour for our bus, Tommy had a date with Joann so he couldn't wait with us. He'd gotten over most of his pout by then and hugged Cory goodbye, then me. When he was hugging me goodbye he leaned against me to whisper in my ear, "You're the coolest boy Cory ever brought home, Andrew... take care of my brother, OK?" Tommy's and my face rubbed together during the hug. That contact gave me the beginning of another boner, it was unbelievable how many of those things I was springing lately... no complaints, they feel so good. I would have loved to kiss Tommy "Goodbye"on the cheek... well, the lips to be honest about it, but since Cory and Tommy didn't do any brotherly kisses, neither did I. Man, that Tommy is one sweet kid though! The "straight team" sure has a lot of cute boys on it... not fair, damnit! After Tommy took off, Cory and I did very little talking, his hangover still in control of him. Sitting on a bench in the bus terminal he leaned against me and dozed off with his head on my shoulder. That was awkward, you know, we were two boys in a bus terminal with lots of people milling around. Shortly I spotted a few people nudging the person they were with, nodding at Cory and me. It pissed me off and, working up the nerve for a minute, I put my arm around the sleeping Cory. I felt like I were giving the finger to all the snickering, whispering-behind-their-hands, busy bodies... mind your own business assholes! It felt good to be brazen. It felt good to have Tommy trust me to take care of his brother too, and it felt good having my arm around Cory. Cory's hair smelled so nice as it brushed the side of my face, that felt good too.

The bus came, Cory wanted to sit way in the back... he said, "I know I'm acting like a baby, but would you hold my hand, Andrew? I've been making a fool of myself over Mark ever since twelfth grade and my self image is low, dude... it's real low. Mark only wanted someone to fuck, he told me last night he never loved me... I hate him so much!" Cory muttered some additional profanity-ladened comments about Mark and then fell asleep again, which is a good idea when you're hung-over... go the fuck to sleep, ya know? Sitting there, with Cory sleeping against me, gave me a thought... you hate on a person you once loved much more than you hate on someone you never loved. Cory and I held hands the way a boy and a girl hold hands, and we did it all the way into Orlando. Even when Cory woke-up we still held hands. When we talked, we mostly talked innocuous things; for example, our mutual passion for thrill rides. We reminisced about our splurge last month when we'd spent the day at Disneyworld and the Island Of Adventure in Orlando. We couldn't help ourselves after discovering our mutual passion for thrill rides. Roller coasters mostly, but Tower of Terror is an example of a thrill ride that's not a coaster. Upside-down roller coaster type rides traveling at wicked high speeds are the absolute best. Ones like Space Mountain, Rock n' Roll roller coaster, and the Incredible Hulk's Coaster. We'd both been to Six Flags as younger teens to ride Superman's Escape coaster which hits speeds of over one hundred miles per hour with a G-force of four-point-five... awesome! We tried to outdo each other with thrill ride stories... it's a blast talking with someone about a topic you're both knowledgeable and excited about. We talked some about our Thanksgiving break too, which led back to more tirades about how big of an asshole Mark is. It was awkward because I really didn't know what to say to Cory about Mark, I've never had a boyfriend.

As I mentioned, all during our conversation we continued holding hands. Holding hands with Cory might be the most intimate thing I've ever done in my life, so far... it seemed even more intimate then hugging him in bed last night. Now I have the warmest spot in my heart just for him. He's so open about his emotions, so open about how brokenhearted he is... there's no face-saving for Cory. He's upfront that Mark broke-up with him, cast him aside for another boy at college. There was something so appealingly vulnerable about Cory now, it really did make me want to take care of him. That reminded me of how girls seemed to want to do that for me in high school... did I seem vulnerable to them somehow? After almost seven hours on the bus we finally arrived in Orlando where we took a cab from the bus terminal to our dorm. Home in our dorm room once again, but after the past few days Cory and me were different boys now... different than we were the last time we were here. I don't know how this situation of Mark breaking-up with Cory will play itself out, but it's intriguing to me. I've been interested in Cory from the day I met him, and now he's "single" for the first time. That's an opportunity for me, but it caused a bit of nervousness for me too because I'm a total novice about gay relationships and I didn't want to do something that makes me look like a fool. But, novice or not, I'm going to try to convince Cory to be my boyfriend. I think I've already begun the process... you know, by being so supportive of him about his break-up. I hope Cory sees it that way too. Yeah, he probably does, but... what the hell should I do next?

Inside our room we tossed our satchels in the corner and flopped on our respective beds. "Am I getting on your nerves yet, Andrew? You know, with all my whining and bitching about Mark..." I said, "No, not too much. I once had a huge crush on someone and they more or less dumped me. It wasn't a two year affair like you had, but it was heartbreaking to me just the same... so, I can feel your pain, dude." Cory muttered, "Please tell me you didn't just say 'you can feel my pain'. You didn't say that creepy thing, did ya?" I go, "Hell no! I'm no geek. What's wrong with your hearing, dude? I asked if you wanted some Chinese food for dinner? Let's treat ourselves tonight." Cory laughed and goes, "That sounds good, but because I'm broken-fucking-hearted, and hung-over and all that, you need to be the one to go for the take-out. Alright?" Getting up I say, "Remember that question about you being a pain in the ass...? Remember that?" Cory, chuckling again, says, "Dude, take care of me..." After deciding what we wanted and blowing a kiss to Cory, I left for LEE'S CHINESE TAKEOUT. It was a short drive and in the car I called ahead to order Cory's double won-ton soup, that's all he could get down he said. I ordered a single won-ton soup for myself... plus, a couple egg rolls with that wicked hot yellow mustard and some sweet duck sauce, plus an order of re-fried rice and pork. It was ready to go when I got there. On the way back I smoked a cigarette and thought about how much I'm enjoying college this year with Cory as my roommate. OK, I admit it... I wasn't exactly mourning the break-up of Cory and Mark because it left a big opening for me, but it honestly did hurt me to see the heartache Cory was going through. After eating, while we were watching TV, Cory fell asleep on his bed. I covered him with a blanket and then went to sleep myself, in my own bed.

The next morning Cory was mostly recovered from the hang-over, but still moping and bitching about being dumped by Mark. I thought it best that I not try giving advise or counseling... what the hell did I know about matters of the heart? It was safer to just nod my head encouragingly, give Cory a smile, and leave it at that. So, that's what I did... then, grabbing my toiletry kit, I headed for the lavatory. As I'm brushing my teeth one of the dozen or so guys who where back from Thanksgiving break comes in. It was Jerry Remy... he's the dorm's resident gay "jock"... a four "letter" athlete in high school who is always organizing ad hoc seasonal sport games for our dorm. Being a gay jock may sound like an oxymoron, but there he is. We nod at each other and say "Yo, sup?" Well, what's up was Jerry trying to organize a two-hand-touch football game today. I thought it would be good for Cory and me to join in and get some exercise and fresh air... and help get Cory's mind off that asshole Mark at the same time. Jerry and I went from room to room and scrounged up ten guys, five per side, to play. In order to get ten guys we needed to include two of the dorm's "flamers". These are members of the flamboyant gay boys we affectionately call "flamers". They are mostly very gay, and usually wicked funny... funny, but not so good at sports. Sports isn't really "their thang" according to "flamer" Ronnie Barns. Ronnie's my favorite of the flamboyant ones and he's also the flamer who displays more blatant examples of stereotypical gay affectations then anyone in the dorm. He's got a heart of gold though and he's an awesome good guy too. None of the "flamers" can play sports very well, but they are good sports .... if ya can't play sports, be a sport! You know how that goes.

The ten of us played football on the soccer field behind our dorm. We played for three hours under a beautiful November sky with bright sunshine, temperatures in the seventies... Florida rocks, weather-wise. Cory was our team's quarterback, Jerry Remy quarterbacked the other side. It didn't surprise me that Cory was a good quarterback, a pretty good athlete, because he had that type body. At one point he hit me for a long touchdown bomb and I was doing my mock touchdown dance in the "end zone" when Kyle, the "flamer" who supposedly was guarding me, joined in the dance. He didn't realize that the dance was a celebration for scoring a touchdown off him... he was guarding me. Well, oh my God, he had no clue about football, but Kyle provided most of the laughs all afternoon. During the game there were a lot of good throws and catches, it was fun. Halfway through the game Kyle, trying to prevent me making another catch, rips his fingernail on the football as it flew through his hands. I caught the pass for my second touchdown off him, but Kyle didn't join in with my touchdown dance this time. Instead, he's screaming at his boyfriend, "Ronnie, look! I broke my nail on that horrible, horrible football. I just got these nails done for Thanksgiving too... and now, look at that ugly broken fingernail". Ronnie was like, "Oh no, I don't want to look at that fucking thing!" Kyle was running after him, limp wrists and all, to show him the barely torn nail, a lot of grins from us other gay boys. We come in all flavors, ya know. Like I said, it was a lot of fun, and then in the lavatory later there was some ass grabbing and goosing and towel snapping in the showers, but it was all innocent stuff. Normally there isn't much of that, but the ten of us had kind of bonded today. That night we pooled our money and had a beer and pizza party. We were, for the most part, just a bunch of regular guys who happen to be gay. Cory went easy on the beers at first, but by the end of the night we both had a buzz on... not drunk, but a buzz on for sure. It had turned into a very nice first day back at college.

We called it quits around midnight and sauntered back to our room stopping off for a beer pee. After washing up and taking care of the other stuff we needed to do in the lavatory, Cory goes, "Ya think we could sleep together again, Andrew? That really helped me Thanksgiving night." I go, "Any time Cory, I liked sleeping with you." Then, in a humorous manner, I added, "Anyway, I'm gonna pretend you're my boyfriend. I never had one you know... So you'll be mine." Cory, with a puzzled expression, says, "Yeah, sure, except last night you said someone broke your heart, kinda like Mark broke mine. Wasn't he a boyfriend?" That was a logical question, but I didn't want to go there. Of course I'd been referring to Henry, but telling Cory about him would be way too embarrassing. Instead I blew it off saying it happened years ago, and added, "he wasn't a boyfriend exactly anyway, plus it's too late to go into it tonight, Cory, we're both too tired for that". Cory shrugged, climbed into my bed and we got into the same position we'd gotten into at his house. He has that really nice body to hold onto and he sure liked to nestle against me. Damn, we fit together really well. I took a deep breath and enjoyed the feel of him. His face next to mine, his tickling hairs on my face were so soft and they had such a nice smell... his taut muscles under smooth tight skin... fantastic! Then I shocked myself by kissing the side of his face. I totally didn't plan to do that, it just happened. Cory lifted his head and, with his toothpaste breath in my face, says, "Thanks, Andrew", and he casually kissed my lips before snuggling back into his spot under my chin. I thought I'd shoot off in my boxers... a boy kissed me on the lips! This gay stuff is way better than the girl and boy stuff. Why have I taken so long to realize that? Being in unknown territory I thought I better quit while I'm ahead though, so I didn't follow-up with another kiss. First chance I get I'm kissing him again and on the lips too, just like his kiss on mine.

Unfortunately the opportunity to kiss Cory again was quite some time in coming. Next day he seemed like the Cory I knew before we went away for Thanksgiving holiday. Meaning, even though we were still real tight buddies, the gay affection that had been developing between us evaporated into thin air. He told me any number of times that he was getting-over Mark, moving away from self pity. He claimed he was off boyfriends for the foreseeable future too, definitely off... I didn't like the sound of that at all. And, while he sounded convincing when he said he was over Mark, he still got very pensive at times. Over the next three or four days he'd get moody and real quiet and, frankly, he looked sad. Not being able to read his mind, I didn't know if he was still mourning the loss of Mark, or if it was something else he was thinking about. I tried messing around with him... some neck hugs and some joking about him being my "pretend boyfriend" and how about we sleep together again. He didn't respond positively though, but of course Cory would always be a good sport about it, hugging me back and all, but he didn't initiate anything along those lines on his own. I knew I felt something for him, something on the sexual side, as well as the normal affection for him as my roommate and friend. Tommy had said that Cory should have a boyfriend like me... guess that's not to be. Maybe I'm not Cory's type... I sure feel he's mine though. We went back to behaving with each other the way we'd acted just before the Thanksgiving break.

There was a boy in our gay dorm who seemed interested in me so I began spending time with him. Usually we talked together in the common area, feeling each other out, getting to know one another. His name was Troy Bateman, about my height, with dark, longish hair. His hair was cut so that bangs hung across his forehead low, covering his eyebrows. He had bright brown eyes... nothing great facially, but nothing horrible either. Two problems though... he was ever so slightly chubby, and he didn't smoke. I actually have a thing for slim guys, and ever since Henry started me on them, I need my cigarettes. Smoking was out of the question as far as Troy was concerned, so I didn't smoke around him, but I thought about how nice a smoke would be and I was getting a tiny bit pissed-off that Troy was so inflexible about it. Hoping it would work out for us two I didn't press it. This is suppose to be my break-out year as an openly gay twenty-year-old, not much is happening in that regard and I didn't want to chase Troy away.

One night not long after we'd begun hooking-up, I found myself walking to dinner with Troy, alone. It was one of those nights Cory said he didn't feel like eating. I missed Cory's company, but the dinner with Troy went very well. On the way back, crossing through a wooded common-area, Troy says, "OK, could ya stop a second, Andrew". I stopped, looked at him with my eyebrows raised in a questioning manner... he leaned right into me, pushed his one hand up my forehead into my hair and the other cupping the back of my neck, then kissed me on the lips. It wasn't as electrifying as when Cory had shocked me with that kiss in bed almost a week ago, but it was pretty nice. I think I'm going to get attached to kissing boys, it's super sexy. Troy kissed me once, then says, "I'm wondering if you're just teasing me, Andrew... or are we going to take it up a notch?" I'm like, "A notch? Whaddaya mean?" He laughed and, backing me against an elm tree, my hands loosely on his hips, he did an open mouth kiss. It was so hot! I tried kissing Troy back by imitating him and we were going at it pretty hot. Shortly he took his hand away from my forehead and used it to begin groping my crotch. Well, I'd been growing a boner from the kissing so with him now groping my cock I really got aroused, grunting quietly and humping against his body. After a bit of that, Troy pulled away and, in a husky voice, says, "OK, you're not just a tease" he grabbed my boner through my shorts saying, "I got ya hard, didn't I? You like this, huh... and by the way, you're fucking hot!" After some more groping and kissing he mumbled, "Could we use your pickup, ya think?" What I'm thinking is that maybe he wants the pick-up for more than making-out... so I go, "Ah, I'm not sure I'm ready for this, Troy". Troy grinned and goes right back to the kissing and groping, and he was doing a really good job of it too. Eventually it occurred to me that I was ready for "it" after all. My dick felt full and I had a flash-back memory of the sensations Henry caused in my ass when he fucked me, so I was finally ready to try that again. Sure, I was horny for Cory but he wasn't horny for me, and Troy has been a real good guy, so I said, "I'm ready now, Troy". He says, "Let's go then".

We went back to the dorm for my pickup's keys, plus Troy wanted to get a condom. My boner was down by the time I'd driven us to a private spot on campus even though Troy had rubbed my back and my thigh during the ride. When I parked Troy says, "This is awesome, Andrew. How about dropping your shorts, and then you'll need to get me hard again. You don't mind sucking my cock, do you?" Nodding my head that I'm fine with sucking his cock I was thinking, "I've sucked Henry's cock plenty of times, at least I know how to do that". Kneeling between Troy's legs in front of the passenger seat, with Troy's cock in my mouth, it occurred to me that this wasn't nearly as hot as when I sucked Henry's cock... why is that, I wonder. Troy did get a real hard boner fairly fast though and he quickly slid the condom onto it. He appeared quite aroused and very anxious. To be fair I need to admit that Troy was nice about everything he did, but never-the-less I was still losing interest with each step we took. "Do you think you can sit on it?" Troy asked as he stroked his boner. It was a fat one, his boner, but not particularly long. We rustled around until I was squatting over Troy's lap, facing the windshield and bracing myself with my hands on the dashboard. This wasn't exciting for me now, and I was even less excited to discover that his cock going inside my ass would be a painfully slow procedure. The condom didn't seemed lubed enough and his cock was maybe fatter than it looked. I never sat all the way down on his lap, but we did manage to get his fat cock up my ass two or three inches,Troy gasped out, "Maybe you could lean in more towards the dash board Andrew and I'll try fucking you that way, if it's OK with you." I'm like, "Alright, but it hurts". Troy had the passenger seat as far back as it would go which enabled him to sort of crouch behind me with his arms wrapped around my waist. I leaned my forearms on the dashboard, my head laying on my arms. Troy was just about laying on my back, his initial awkward thrusts were short ones, but as he got into it more he seemed to gain confidence and, breathing heavy against the back of my neck, his thrust started going up inside me with more force... further and further up my ass until that fat cock of his was going up the full length of his shaft, and he was really slamming it into me fast by the end. Troy's tentative beginning gave way to a full-blown fucking with him totally in control of the situation. Once he got his boner established in my ass I could sense him feeling that he's in the driver's seat now. That's OK with me, I wanted it to feel hot-hot-hot, but it wasn't feeling that way yet due to the disconcerting way he'd ask if I was Ok every minute or so, those interruptions took away from the sexiness somehow and the fuck never seemed hot to me until near the end.

Frankly, only the last two minutes when Troy really had taken control and was plowing my ass like he owned it did it get sexy for me. Prior to that I never even got another hard on, my flabby dick bounced around with Troy's every thrust up my ass. While I wasn't especially aroused until it was just about over, the fuck seem to be a winner with Troy. Just as I started to get aroused, my cock was beginning to get hard, Troy grunted and groaned and went, "Ahh ahh ahh" before firing his load into the condom. Henry always shot his loads up my ass and the squishy feeling had been so sexy. Nothing like that with Troy, the cum went into the condom and as it turned-out, the entire experience was almost a totally one-sided affair. Troy got his rocks off great and I just got bumped around some. He made the most of it, I'll say that for him... he humped my hole a good four or five minutes after he'd climaxed, but at a much gentler pace... even so, I was getting ready to finally blow my load when he pulled out of me altogether saying his cock was too sensitive. I'm thinking, what the hell...? He was full of compliments though, about my ass, my body, everything really. He thanked me for being his sex buddy and then fished for compliments about how well he'd fucked me. He even pretended not to mind when I said, "Damn, to be honest dude, it kind of hurt in the beginning and then just when I was getting hot and bothered you pulled out... and I need a cigarette!" He goes, "Sure, sure... go ahead Andrew. It's OK. I don't mind if you smoke after sex." I smoked outside the truck with Troy casually playing with himself, standing upwind of my exhales. He was like, "It only felt good for you near the end... it didn't feel good earlier, not at all, dude?" He seemed incredulous that his fuck hadn't got me doing cartwheels or something. I just shrugged, what could I say. Troy seemed sincere when he asked, "How can I make it better for you next time, Andrew? I really want you to enjoy it too. I care about the guy I'm fucking, I always have been that way. Hey, how about if I suck you off now?"

So many questions!... he was giving me a headache. I'm an inexperienced gay, maybe this is how it goes most of the time... what do I know. What the hell, with practice it'll probably get better so I say, "Yeah, Cory, would you suck me off? I've never been blown before." He laughed nervously, probably thinking I was putting him on. I let him think that... when we got back into the pickup, I sat in the passenger seat and he knelt down in front of me to suck my cock. Looking down at him I thought he looked kinda squat, uncool like, and he just wasn't getting me aroused. Maybe it was his solicitous manner, or all the questions he asked, or maybe it's because he's not Cory... maybe I'm subconsciously comparing him to Cory... or to Henry. Troy did a good job sucking my dick, he seemed to enjoy doing it too, which is a good thing. After quite a long time, I blew a good load and it felt good too, but so does jerking myself off. My load went intoTroy's mouth mostly, he spit out the window about ten times afterward.

What can I say, I was kinda disappointed with all our sex that night. I didn't blame Troy for it not going the way I hoped, why blame him? Maybe it's my fault anyway. Maybe I'll never again "get off" the way Henry got me off when I was fourteen. Or, maybe I'm exaggerating in my mind just how hot those times were with Henry. After all, it's been over five years now. Whatever the answer, there's nothing I could do about any of this right now. I tagged along with Troy while he bought a six pack of beer... he said it was to celebrate us being a "couple". He had phony ID and bought the brew at Albertson's Supermarket. We drank a couple cans each in his room, him being sorta lovey/dovey to me the whole time. We made out a little and then he asked to fuck me again but I begged off saying my hole was wicked sore now. It was OK, but like I said, Troy might not be my type. A few days later we tried it again, in his room this time. His roommate's parents live in Florida and he'd gone home for the weekend so we had the room to ourselves. This time, in his dorm room doing me doggie style, Troy seemed more in charge and I liked his confidence right from the start. Smacking my ass a few times while he was getting that fat cock up my ass initially, then a couple of rough humps and I was starting to bone up a little myself. He got even rougher with his forceful thrust making me go down from my hands to my forearms as his balls slapped against my ass with every hump up my hole, then more smacks on my ass with his bare hand as he made grunting sounds and loud breathing noises. Eventually I climaxed fairly hard and he climaxed right after I did with him going "Yeah, yeah, yeah" with each hard ram up my ass. My cum had spurted out in three sharp strings on my belly. It was pretty hot, not hot like I remember it being with Henry, but hot. Afterward while coming down, Troy asked, "OK, how was that one? Don't tell me that wasn't one of the hottest fucks you've ever gotten." He was serious and even though I tried to convince him it was HOT! I think Troy, like me, sensed that something was missing between us. So, just as I was getting encouraged that Troy was fucking me pretty good, he apparently wasn't as encouraged about me because the very next day I saw him take a kid, who was almost as chubby as Troy, into his room and they were in there until dinner time. I don't know where Troy's roommate was this time Troy's new boyfriend wasn't from our dorm, but he was undoubtedly gay and the two of them became a familiar couple around campus, so apparently I'm dumped, again. First Henry and now Troy had dumped me... Troy for another kid. I had no trouble getting over it, no big thing... well, I wouldn't have minded if he wanted to do me again, it was hot that last time. And, you know, he could have said something to me... after all he did fuck me twice. Oh, to hell with him... they'll be some boy out there for me, in time.

On a Sunday, a full week after my weekend with Troy, Cory was laying on his bed watching a football games on TV with the sound off and I was at my computer finishing an essay titled, "The Liberal Bias in America's Media". I hit "print" and looked over at Cory to ask, "What's the score?". Cory was kinda spacey, he quietly replied, "Ah... I don't know. Have I been acting weird, Andrew?" I turn around in my swivel desk chair and say, "Well, now that ya mention it... a little bit, yeah." Cory says, "Sorry about that. You still want me to be your boyfriend?" He was acting serious, I knew he wasn't goofing around, so I said, "Yes, but I don't know what I'm suppose to do in that regard... if I knew what I was suppose to do, I'd have done it already." I was being serious too. Cory sat up, swung his legs off the bed, bit his lip making a face, and said, "You need to be stern with me. I like that. Not bitchin-dominant like Mark was, but stern. Can you be stern?" Now I had to look at him closely... I wanted to be sure there wasn't any chance he was putting me on... it didn't appear he was. I'd wanted to get something going between us from the first day I met Cory, his boyfriend situation with Mark had prevented it then, but nows my chance. Unfortunately it wasn't looking like I'd get to be the bottom, but I'm willing to be flexible. I'm even willing to take a chance of making an ass of myself by trying to act stern, so here goes. Remembering Henry's demeanor and I stood up and said, "Get over here," and it actually sounded authentic to my ear. Cory picked his head right up with a questioning look on his face. I go, "Right here in front of me, no messing around, just get your ass over here right now". His eyes opened wide as he hesitantly stood up, he goes, "Ah... you mean.. are ya serious?" I snapped, "Just stand in front of me a second for Christ sakes, what's so difficult about that?". He took three quick steps over to me, still with a puzzled look on his face, and when he was close enough I got his face in between my hands, similar to the move Troy had taken me by surprised with, and pulled Cory's head down to my face to kiss him on the lips... a good long, wet kiss. Cory put his arms around my body and opened his mouth. We kissed, making little moaning sounds in our throats, for maybe three minutes.

His mouth tasted so good and my nose against his cheek was smelling that nice Cory smell I remembered from sleeping with him. Then, pushing him up against my desk, bending him back over it a little, I sucked his tongue and I could feel his dick firming-up... it pressed against mine. Pulling my head away I said, "Right now, get on your knees and suck my dick till I tell you to stop." Cory's face was flush, he was taking short little breaths, his eyes sparkled, his lips slightly parted with a thin saliva string connecting the top one with the bottom, he shook his head like he was confused, then muttered, "Wha..? Here, right now, Andrew?" Sternly nodding my head, my teeth clenched, I said, "Get down there and suck my big cock", staring into his eyes hard. He slowly knelt down looking confused, when on his knees he looked up at me and I said, "Take it our and suck it... get it hard, and then I'm going to fuck you with it." He took a big breath and fumbled around with my zipper until I finally pulled it down for him myself. I don't have a big cock, just a regular size one, and I certainly wasn't acting like Henry ever did, but it was the same general idea and it seemed to be working well enough... I began to "feel" the part. When I'd pulled my zipper down, Cory didn't hesitated to reach into the slit of my boxer shorts with a couple of his fingers and pull my firm dick out into the air. Holding it in his fist, he goes, "Ohhh..." and then he pulls back my uncut foreskin, licked all around the head for a minute and then put it in his mouth. Oh my God, the boy sure knows how to suck cock, better than I ever did it.

This was the second time getting my cock sucked so I'm finally starting to make inroads into the gay world... it's about time. I ran the fingers of both hands through Cory's soft blond hair shaking my head to rid myself of the thought that Cory and Henry had identical hair... damn that Henry, I can't get him out of my mind. Cory had his eyes lightly closed as he sucked and tongued my boner... fabulous feeling all around my belly and all around the tops of my legs. I did a full body shudder as my head felt hot. Looking down at Cory, I was aroused just because it was him on his knees in front of me. It certainly was a different feeling from the time I looked down and saw Troy. Cory has a great mouth and he very quickly had my dick stone hard and very slippery. Wishing I hadn't said that boast about fucking him after he sucked my cock, I closed my eyes to enjoy him sucking me off, and at the same time I was trying to think of exactly what Henry had done when fucking me. That made me start to panic, thinking... I can't pull this off, I've never fucked a boy. That's true enough, but I have fucked three different girls, and I've been fucked plenty by Henry and recently by Troy so I did have some experience. There's no reason I wouldn't be able to fuck Cory?! The thing is... at the moment, it was difficult to think of anything except Cory's mouth on my dick. Oh, it's so wonderful having his cute face at my crotch, my cock in his mouth, my fingers in his hair. Why wasn't this enough for our first time?... why do I need to fuck him too? Then I thought, No!... he needs me to be strong for him... stern, he likes to be submissive like I used to be. I tried to speak with authority, saying, "That's good, that's enough,Cory... that was good, dude. Pull your pants down now and lean across your bed". Cory, breathlessly mumbled, "OK, Andrew"... he was bare-ass and across his bed, breathing noisily, in seconds. I didn't want to give myself a chance to over-think this, just go on instinct. Stepping right over to straddle his buttocks I drooled a long string of bubbly saliva on his hole and squished it around with the head of my boner. Then some more spit as Cory let out a long exhale and turned his head to look at me with those big eyes of his. His slightly large front teeth in that cute mouth made me think of the little boy again... the one who had his adult teeth and the shy little smile. I tried to look like I knew what I was doing pushing the head of my cock against Cory's hole... once, twice, and a third time. He turned his head back to the front and lifted his ass off the bed slightly and this time when I pushed against his asshole the head of my cock slipped inside Cory and disappeared from sight. Cory went, "Ahhhh... Oh, Andrew... that feels good.". Remembering Henry and Troy smacking my ass, I slapped Cory's ass three times fast and he went, "Ohhhh... yeah!"

Cory appeared to be enjoying himself... as for me, I had to clamp my hand over my mouth when my cock slipped into Cory's ass just to keep myself from squealing... squealing like I haven't squealed since the last time Henry fucked me. Clamping my hand over my mouth with my left hand and smacking his ass with my right, I was seriously aroused. Steadily pushing my boner into his hole... up, up, up until the entire bone disappeared inside that cute boy's body... oh my God, what a feeling. It was a tight compressed feeling all up and down and around my cock, all at once and constant! The head, the foreskin, the shaft... all of it simultaneously stimulated in Cory's tight asshole. I never expected it to feel this unbelievably hot. A slight sound escaped my lips as I pushed my crotch against his buttocks going up his ass another half inch, Cory goes, "Agg, oh, yeah... do it". My boner was a good six inches long by now and all of it was up Cory's ass, my balls swinging in their sac had smacked into the back of his thigh moments ago. I felt feint for a second, the sensations all along the entire shaft of my cock were so extreme I couldn't grasp it all. When fucking a girl I only noticed the tight erotic feeling at the entrance ring from the bone or whatever it is that's hard there, but in Cory's ass my entire cock was being massaged, the whole thing, at the same time without let up. Pulling it out a ways and pushing it back in was like a miracle of pleasure.... noisily blowing short puffs of air out between my lips I tried desperately to slow down the speed of my humping. I wanted to do it slow, drawing out the pleasure to make it last all day, but soon I was humping his ass like I was short on time. Cory was going, "Oh!" every time my crotch smacked into his firm, plump buttocks... he'd begun stroking his cock almost as soon as I entered him, and I don't know who shot off first, but I was blasting my spunk up his ass about the same instant his sphincter ring tried to cut off the blood supply to my boner... so I guess that means I fired off first by a millisecond. Fucking a boy's ass was better friction on my boner, a richer sensation by far than a girls vagina created. Oh dear God, this was great. A really hot climax and after thirty seconds of humping into his sopping wet hole I pulled out and concentrated on getting enough oxygen into my lungs to keep me from passing out. Holy shit!

Cory was stroking his cum-sloppy cock as I finished wiping mine with some tissues. Then, pulling my pants up, I collapsed back onto my desk chair. It was such an awesome feeling... my first gay fuck as a "top". Hard to believe only ten minutes had passed since I was a virgin sitting in this same chair and now both Cory's and my worlds have changed again. I was a virgin in the sense I'd never fucked a boy's ass before today. Hmmm, let me total up my resume'... I've been fucked, and had my cock sucked, by two separate boys... I'd fucked three separate girls in my life... and now I've just fucked my first boy.... all that hot sexual action in a mere twenty years! Watch out world... sex maniac on the loose. As I sat there thinking silly thoughts, almost in a daze really, Cory staggered to his feet and gave me a sly grin saying, "Could I have a couple of those tissues, Andrew? That was a hot time we had there, wasn't it?" I pulled a handful of Kleenex from the square box on the windowsill and handed them to Cory, excitedly saying, "Awesome, Cory... that was my first time, you know. First time I ever did it to a guy. How'd I do, dude?" Cory, wiping cum drippings off the back of his legs, says, "Your first time? Wow, I couldn't tell. You did me good, Andrew... really, like I said, it was hot." I asked, "Honest? You're not shitting me are you?" He walked over to drop the tissues in the wastebasket and said, "No, you were good. Mark has a bigger, fatter cock, but I like yours better. We should have used a condom though. You got me too excited with that unexpected tough guy act, I couldn't think about anything else. I didn't know you could be so... so stern. It was cool..." I confessed, "I just tried copying what I saw someone else do once. Was I really OK?" Cory goes, "Jesus, dude... give me some more tissues, how much spunk did ya shoot up inside me... ewwww, it's messy back there." He was chuckling and looking happier than I'd seen him in awhile now. When I handed him more tissue he enthusiastically says, "Boy, my ass feels soooo good... thanks Andrew. Isn't this great? Being boyfriends, and roommates!" I go, "Jeez, I'll bet that hardly ever happens in a gay dorm..." He laughed and said, "Yeah, OK, so it ain't all that unusual... it's still cool though."

Days following that were much the same as the days before we had sex together except Cory adopted this game he liked to play once in awhile. It usually led to more sex between us. He adopted this persona where he'd ask me if it was OK for him to do something. Sort of like asking my permission, or to put it another way... he liked acting submissive to me. For example, he might ask, "OK if I go with Mickie to the library after class, Andrew? Would you mind, I'll be back in the dorm by five?" It was kind of crazy, but I discovered that it was a turn-on for him when I'd say, "No, you can't go. I want you back in the dorm right after class." He'd go, "Oh darn" act pouty and then say," OK, Andrew." It was kind of funny doing that kind of play acting because when the two of us talked about that "dom/sub" stuff normally, he admitted he knew it was totally just "role playing", but it still got him hot. Cory says, "With Mark, the dominant thing was real, that's the way Mark is. Kinda mean-spirited actually, and he dominated my ass all over the place, big time, for two straight years. I was like his puppet, but I gotta admit, I liked a lot of it... not all of it, but a lot. I mean, I liked it when I thought he and I were boyfriends, not when I discovered he's a two-timing prick. Don't get me started on that shit." Obviously I hadn't even mentioned Mark's name, but Cory still has a lot of resentment left over for Mark and he liked to vent. After that first time, the first time I fucked him, the two of us walked outside to smoke a cigarette. He told me, "I know you aren't "actually" being dominant to me, Andrew... you're just "role playing" for my benefit, but it's still exciting and gets me so aroused I can let myself loose in the fantasy. It's so hot, and it doesn't hurt that you're the cutest guy I ever kissed, never mind the cutest guy who ever fucked me!" And he'd laugh, but in fact he was being totally honest like he is about everything. Joking, I said, "What's that? Did you say something about "cutest guy"? I missed that, what was it you said?" I always thought I was average looking, but I've heard that beauty is in the eyes of the beholder... so, guess I better hold onto Cory if he thinks I'm cute.

After a week or so the "role playing" felt more natural to me. We started out playing our "parts" a few times a week, but as the Christmas/Holiday break approached we were having sex together pretty much once a day, at least. I was always the one deciding everything... when, where, and what sex it was going to be. Naturally I thought back to Henry and me and realized I was doing Henry's dominant part, although I wasn't doing it nearly as convincingly as Henry did it... not by a country mile. The qualities Cory possessed that were similar to Henry's, like his hair, and body type, and the cigarette smoking, and the other stuff... popped-up in my head at times as I was fucking Cory and it was almost like I was fucking Henry... that was a part of the sex "game" I didn't mention to Cory. It was especially true when I fucked Cory doggie style, the way Henry fucked me the most. Sometimes, not always, I'd fantasize it was Henry I was fucking... actually, I got my biggest climaxes that way. I don't understand the "why" of it, but that's the way it is. One night when we'd been drinking I had Cory do the foot licking that Henry made me do for him and, while it didn't particularly turn Cory on, it didn't turn him off either. He was pretty much up for anything. When we finally tried rimming, Cory really got into it, he would jerk himself off to climax while doing it too. A nice arch of cum right over my legs, without touching any part of me. Cory always moaning and squirming and groping himself five minutes after the fact too. He claimed rimming was wicked hot for him... he felt it was the hottest submissive sex act there is. Hell, it got me hard as a pipe too. Our "games" or role playing constituted maybe forty-five minutes to an hour a day, at the most... the rest of the time we were regular best-buddy roommates. We sort of had the best of two worlds, the best of at least two as far as I was concerned.

The major additional intimacy between Cory and me, that Henry and I never even attempted, was making-out. Cory and I almost always had nice, hot, make-out sessions before we had the actual sex. It was hot foreplay that both of us really enjoyed and sometimes we slept together after sex, which was hot too. All that was great, but still, laying in bed alone on some nights I'd be analyzing the sex and concluding that even though it was great, being honest with myself... it never approached the levels of "HOT!" that Henry had taken me to. Why was that? Could it be that I like getting fucked more than I like doing the fucking? If so, why didn't I particularly like it when Troy fucked me? I sincerely wanted to understand these things, I had my whole life ahead of me and I needed to understand my sexuality better. So, as an experiment... one night I ordered Cory to fuck me. By "ordering" him to do it I hoped Cory would still feel submissive even though he'd be the "top". He hesitated when I told him what he was going to do, then said, "I'll do what you tell me because that's my role, but I'm not too good at fucking. My only experience was in eleventh grade when I fucked this boy in my homeroom a half dozen times but he never really liked it that much and, to be honest with ya, neither did I. We gave up on it and went back to blowing each other." That didn't sound very encouraging, but I told Cory to stop whining and get to it anyway. My aggressive approach got Cory somewhat aroused, and he went along with the idea with as much enthusiasm as he could muster. I was curious how aroused I'd get from Cory fucking me because, as I mentioned, Troy fucking me wasn't all that hot. Maybe it's as simple as this... I'll never again get as hot as Henry got me, ever... or, maybe fourteen year old boys get bigger climaxes then twenty year old boys.

Anxious to test this out, I skipped the making-out part and went right to the sucking his dick part, getting him hard. I liked sucking his cock and Cory enjoyed me sucking it too, so that worked out real good. When he was hard as a steel pipe he fucked me pretty hard and pretty fast, doggie style, which, as I've said a few times, was my favorite position when I was fourteen. Cory's boner is about five and a half inches long and at least as thick as mine. His technique wasn't smooth at all, not even as smooth as Troy, and naturally it couldn't compare with Henry's style. Of course Henry also has an eight inch long boner going for him too, so there's that... but it's more than his long cock... it was the unhesitating, confident manner Henry went about it. No way Cory could duplicate it, but his natural fucking technique was to do it rough... that's probably how Mark fucked him. So I'm learning something here. And this isn't to say Cory's fuck wasn't any good, not at all. The results were encouraging... Cory fucking me was much better then Troy doing it and so we're headed in the right direction. I really liked getting fucked, it is an awesome feeling even though there wasn't any dominant behavior to mention. Sure, Cory was a bit wild with his thrusting and humping, his boner pulling out of me every ten or so penetrations, but he made me climax without me stroking myself, so that's good. I shot my load after about ten minutes and I squealed a little when I did it too. It felt hot, it felt great shooting off and I shot off a lot quicker, and with more spunk, than I'd done when Troy fucked me in his room that time. It was a hotter, sexier affair with Cory, but it still wasn't like the climaxes I'd had when Henry fucked me. Maybe I need to revisit an earlier conclusion, which is that I'm remembering those climaxes incorrectly. I'm remembering it as a boy who was a few weeks away from his fifteenth birthday, and I've built it all up in my head to ridiculous proportions. That's got to be it.

None-the-less, Cory fucking me, from my perspective, was still better than me fucking him. I'm referring to the strength and the heat of my climax. We began alternating who fucks who. Cory did whatever I told him to do as far as sex goes, plus he claimed to enjoy fucking my ass just fine, so it worked out quite well. I was comfortable bossing him around by now and that was enough to satisfy, to some degree, Cory's need to be submissive. The entire "arrangement" between Cory and me was working out better than we had a right to expect considering the circumstances. The circumstances being that where sex is concerned, we were both submissive personalities. It was a freaky, lucky, thing that Cory and I could accommodate each other so well... very rare. We both appreciated that fact, we knew we were lucky. We appreciated it, and we certainly didn't waste any of our good luck, not that we acted like sex maniacs... we'd make-out, usually naked, and I'd tell Cory what he was to do from there. We usually got sexually satisfied with a once-a-day schedule and anyway, besides the sex, there was a hell of a lot of other things needing to be addressed as college students. So, most days just one sexually endeavor... beer drinking weekends often resulted in us going at it a second time and that was awesome too. When rimming was involved, Cory usually, but not always, did the rimming and we switched off on the sucking and fucking pretty much fifty-fifty. I fucked Cory in many positions... his favorite changed from doggie style to the one where Cory lays on his bed, his legs spread with me between them. I'm sitting on my ankles with my boner up his ass, keeping his legs spread by holding each one by the ankle.. that's a favorite position for both of us now... super dominant for the top and super submissive for the bottom, which is why Cory liked it so much. In that position we often leaned into each other for wet sloppy kisses which has become another favorite activity of ours while fucking one another, sloppy kisses weren't just foreplay anymore. Actually, we're really into each other of late. Ya know, we're really getting attached to one another to tell ya the truth.

So, we did lots of sexy things together and made-out with lots of wet kisses everyday, but there was never any talk of love, we had something special but I knew it wasn't love... and somehow I knew that Cory knew it wasn't that as well. He was honest in admitting he liked getting fucked better than fucking me, as was I. So, as I said, we were basically two fairly submissive gay boys doing the best we could for each other and it was working out pretty damn good too. We were happy college sophomores boys, very happy best friends, and gay sex buddies!. The Christmas break came on us quickly and we both tried convincing our parents that our break should be a quick one so we could get back to our studies. Actually, we wanted a quick Christmas break because we didn't want to miss too much of our sexy times together. Like I said, we'd become very attached to each other by now, so OK, we were more than just sex buddies, but it wasn't love... I don't think it was anyway. After all our efforts and conniving to shorten the time we'd be at home, we both had to settle for two week visits. Nothing to be done about that, our parents wanted to see us and they were the ones paying for everything so "they rule", so ta speak. With me, since my parents were divorced, it meant I'd need to split my time... half the days with Mom, and the other half at Dad's place. Josh, my brother, would be in from California for only three nights so the burden was on me to accommodate the parents' nurturing needs. They were good guys, my parents, so I wanted to be upbeat throughout the entire break... plus, I'd get to spend time with Billy and Carlos. Billy went to UMass- Amherst and Carlos went to St Joseph, in Philadelphia. They'd both be home for Christmas, of course. Hmmmm, I wonder if Henry will be home for Christmas... just kidding, I think.

After a very hot, and sexy, and kind of emotional last night together, Cory and I split up. Me to the airport and him to the bus terminal. Waiting in the terminal I realized I kinda missed Cory already... I really liked so many different things about him. And, he was making some inroads with his dominant role playing lately. Wouldn't that be the best!... Cory deciding he liked acting dominant in sexual situations? I'm probably dreaming, but it would be so fucking hot... damn, he's cute! Oh well, I got other things to worry about at the moment, like getting home for Christmas. My plane trip just sucked, crowds were out the yin-yang, long lines and incompetence in abundance. The worse time to travel all year, but with me mumbling and grumbling my plane finally landed at the Philadelphia International Airport and I fought my way to the gate. I thought my Dad was meeting me there, but instead Billy did. Now that was a nice surprise! Damn, I was glad to see him, my attitude changed immediately. Billy, Carlos, and me had text messaged and emailed throughout the last three months, but seeing Billy in person just brought back all the great times we'd had together over the years, since we were little kids together. I hugged him and, forgetting myself for a moment, kissed him on the cheek. Jesus, later I marveled at my good fortune that Billy's face had moved a split second before the kiss, if it hadn't I would have kissed him right on his lips. Immediately after the kiss I got red in the face from embarrassment realizing what I'd done and realizing how close it came to it being a lot worse. Billy wiped his cheek saying, "What the fuck they teaching you at that college?" I laughed it off by saying "I turned queer, didn't I mention that?" and Billy goes, "No, you didn't, but Carlos thinks you're gay... yeah, he said it before graduating high school." There was a great crush of people around the baggage claim area and we got separated for a few seconds. It seemed to me Billy sounded serious when he said that comment about Carlos thinking I'm gay, but then just a few seconds later when we met up again Billy was joking about Carlos' latest girlfriend, so he was probably kidding about the "gay" comment too. The joke about Carlos' girlfriends is that they're all fat... Carlos likes big figured girls. Can you imagine that? We went to my Dad's apartment first and the three of us had a couple beers, then we met Carlos at his house for a couple more beers. That set the tone for the entire two weeks... a two week beer party. The good thing was, when I met-up with Carlos he gave me a warner hug than Billy's had been so it didn't seem he was worried too much about me being gay. Later the three of us visited my house where my Mom had dinner for us. Most of our activities weren't planned, they just happened seemingly on their own. The three of us ate dinner at each others house most of the time, we stayed together a lot. My Dad took us all out to dinner another time and after each dinner us guys would go out visiting other high school friends which usually included beer parties and lots of laughs. Most everyone we graduated high school with was home from college for the holidays so it was one big blast of beer parties. Some of us were even legal drinking age, not me, Carlos or Billy, but some of the kids were.

Christmas eve my brother, Josh, flew in from California and I stayed with him at our mothers for two nights and then at my Dad's apartment for one. Josh was looking good and loving life and living large in La La land. He had a girl he was getting serious about and talked quite a bit about her. I pretended I was interested, Mom and Dad actually were interested. We exchanged a few gifts Christmas morning and then had a nice breakfast together. After getting cleaned up Josh and I then went to our Dad's apartment to exchange some gifts with him and then Dad treated Josh and me to dinner at a nice steak house. Dad got a little sentimental after a couple of martinis, but it was a very nice Christmas all in all. Josh and me stayed up late drinking beers and telling each other lies until I was hammered. Josh left the next day to fly back to California. I'd be seeing a lot more of Billy and Carlos the rest of the week, but the day after Christmas they were tied up with family matters and since Josh had that early flight back home I had a free day, so ta speak. I awoke that morning with one of those hangovers that defy description and while under it's negative influence, laying in bed my mind drifted to a lot of things, including Cory. Obviously we're both basically submissive guys when you get right down to it and we know that. He used to be slightly more than me, but I think I'm noticing a change in that. I'm nothing like I was as a kid as far as being submissive goes, and that got me to thinking about the only dominant sex partner I've ever known, Henry. As I've said, the last time I saw Henry was more then five years ago. Henry was still nineteen at the time. This morning, in my weird hang-over frame of mind, I tried picturing what Henry would look like now at age twenty-four. Hmmm, my looks have changed some in five years, but actually not a hell of a lot. I'm taller now, almost five feet, ten inches, but I'm still quite slim and youthful looking... too youthful looking if ya ask me. I have a wicked hard time passing for a twenty-one in bars, even with good fake ID. Anyway, would I ever want to see Henry again? Then I remembered that question was answered during my drive down to Florida. I'd decided if it were possible to travel back in time, I would like to do it all over again with Henry. Of course, that's before I'd met Cory... so, how do I feel about it now?

Oh man, that topic is too taxing, too complicated, to think about with a hangover. My freakin head ached, and I needed to use the bathroom wicked bad so I had no choice but to roll out of bed and get moving. A wave of pain hit my head when I stood up and I promised myself I would never drink another alcoholic beverage again, ever! Stumbling into the kitchen, I took three Tylenol along with a sixteen ounce bottle of pink Gatorade, chugged it down in three long gulps. Someone told me it's important to get lots of non-alcoholic liquids into your body when you're hung-over. In the bathroom I sluggishly spent the next half hour taking care of business. Without mentioning the best part of taking care of business, the second best part was brushing my teeth and gargling... and next best part after that was a long hot shower. My brother had already flown back to California and my Mom was at work, so I was home alone. I walked naked back to my bedroom trying to decide what my body needed most... more sleep, or some food. Hang-overs suck so bad! I opted for the food, but I was too lazy to fix some so I slowly got dressed and drove to a Denny's restaurant for breakfast. Mom had arranged a ride to work for herself with a friend so I'd have the use of her car while I was home. Nice Mom's do stuff like that for their kid. Outside it was cold and windy with snow showers predicted for later today. This weather sucks the big one, guess I'm spoiled by going to college in Florida.

Normally I hate to eat alone because I'm sure the people around me are staring at me and saying to their dining partner "Look at that loser eating alone, that geek doesn't even have one friend to eat with". In my brain I know there's probably not a single person in Denny's thinking that, but I don't care... I still feel uncomfortable eating alone. I was desperate this morning though so I took a deep breath and went inside the restaurant. "Eating alone, are you?" asked the lady at the front desk. I wanted to say, "What the fuck's it look like" but what I actually said was, "Ah, huh?... oh yeah, just me." I wanted to tell her some lie about all these friends of mine that were going to eat with me except they got in a serious car accident, and so I was.... but, by the time I could start the lie I was already seated at a small table near the door. She presumedly sat me near the door so that every person coming in or going out would see me sitting alone... fuck! I bought a newspaper and hid behind it while reading the sports page. Once my food arrived I was too busy eating to worry about what everyone else in the restaurant was saying about me. After eating, and safely outside again I breathed a sigh of relief... I'd made it! I'd survived that humiliation. Lighting a Marlboro I thought, "Now what to do?" I had the whole day to myself. Tonight Carlos, Billy, and me have another get-together with our old high school buds at this bar that serves almost anyone with an ID, fake or otherwise. Of course I'm not going to be drinking anything stronger than ginger ale, but I still want to go hang with the guys, shoot some pool, bull shit each other and all that good stuff.

I drove aimlessly around my neighborhood and eventually wound-up outside the Mane Street Barbershop. "No way, dude!" I said out-loud to myself. Still, I was curious if the same two butchers who call themselves barbers are still cutting hair there. I parked the car and sauntered over to the barbershop, it was the middle shop in a strip mall of five shops, it's small striped barber poll next to the front door circling round and round. Looking through the plate glass window I saw the same two old barbers that were here five years ago. Jesus! They looked ancient now, but seeing them made my dick move in my pants and I had the strongest urge to go in and ask for that tapered haircut that Henry told me to get five years ago. Taking a deep breath and reaching for my pack of cigarettes I forced myself to walk down the sidewalk, away from the barbershop. Once out of sight the "pull" or urge to go in wasn't as strong. Lighting a cigarette I blurted out a laugh... holy shit, I'd actually considered going in for a "Henry haircut"... get a grip!. The more I walked the better I was feeling. Fresh air... fresh cold air is even better, plus the exercise from a brisk walk was invigorating, helps ya get over a hangover. The cigarette, on the other hand, wasn't helping at all. Smoking was bringing my headache back so I flicked the rest of it in the street and kept walking. I walked right to the front of BLACK'S GARAGE. My mouth was open in amazement as if I couldn't understand how I'd gotten here. Earlier this morning I was thinking of Henry and, here I am. Whoa... I took a couple of deep breaths as my heart rate picked-up... couple more deep breaths as I slowly walked around back. All the doors were closed of course, it's the middle of winter. The door to the immaculately clean lavatory for "employees only" was right there... right where it was five years ago, duh! Where'd I think it would be? I'm nervous, OK? That's the lavatory where Henry, in a cloud of cigarette smoke, fucked me after I'd gotten that horrible haircut. That was also the day after I accidentally sucked Henry's cock. He says I sucked it, but I know differently now. I know now that I just did what he told me to do. and it wasn't sucking his cock. Be that as it may, it resulted in Henry's claim that he needed to fuck me to correct the situation, that was the first of many fucks, of course. Man, was I stupid! Yeah I was, but on the other hand, did he ever fuck me great! My dick stirred just thinking about it and I rubbed myself through my jeans, biting my lower lip remembering the stream of cum that lazily splashed against the back of the toilet seat in the lavatory that afternoon. The very same lavatory that's fifteen feet in front of me. What an afternoon that was! The BO, the cigarette smoke, Henry's long boner, all that cum he shot up my ass, the awesome sensation when I climaxed. God, I feel dizzy.

Turning around I walked back the way I came, breathing deeply. Then, wait a second... I turned around again and went back to the front of the garage. My hands cupping on either side of my eyes, I peered in through the window seeing two mechanics working on an engine, neither of the two were Henry or his father. I have nothing to fear now... I opened the door and went inside. It smelled like grease and oil and wrenches and a burning metal smell of some kind. A youngish Hispanic guy, maybe twenty-three years old, wearing jeans and a sleeveless T-shirt looked up and said, "Yeah?" He was unusual looking, beautiful dark eyes and that fabulous, tan-toned, flawless skin, but his facial features didn't go together very well. His dark brown hair was cut short with a razored-in hairline making it almost look like he had a brimless cap on his head. The whole effect wasn't especially attractive, but it was sexy somehow. Jeez! Wonder if Henry's seen this guy. I said, "Ah, I ... that is. Well, I use to be a friend of Henry Black and wondered if he's maybe home for the holidays. Do you happen to know.... you know, if he's.... home... maybe..." The Hispanic guy's penetrating stare intimidated me, it made me run out of steam asking that question and I ended up squeaking out the last two words. He stared at me hard for a few seconds after I finished my last squeak, he made me looked down. then he made a dismissive sound in his throat and turned to look over to his co-worker. Sneaking a peek at the other guy, I see he had "TITO" stitched on his dirty work shirt. Tito was an older black man who raised his eyebrows and made a face like, "I don't know..." so the odd looking guy says to me, "Yeah, well Hank said something yesterday, Hank is Henry's daddy by the way, he said something about Henry, but I forget what it was. OK? That help ya out at all?" I nodded my head thinking, "This is too fucking weird to deal with, especially when I'm trying to get over a hangover..." I mumbling, "Oh, huh?... well, thanks for your time..." and backed out the door wondering what was that guy's problem.

Outside I figured "fuck it!" that little episode made me really want a cigarette so I lit one up, and to hell with my hangover. Before I had the pack of cigarettes put away the Hispanic guy had the front door opened, and standing in the doorway he says, "Oh yeah, now I remember. By the way kid, what's your name?" I mumble, "Oh, that's alright, I'll try him later" The Hispanic guy sternly says, "What's your name?" I go, "Andrew Fisher... I was just....." He cut me off saying, "As it turns out Hank's kid is home, but he's going back... you know, to Iraq, this week... I think it's this week". Then he gave me a sexy smile and, lowering his voice to a more friendly level, he asked, "You friends with Henry, are ya? You and him friends some time in the past?" The way he said it made me think he meant friends like, "boyfriends". I stepped back because this guy was positively coming on to me and it kinda scared me. I'm not experienced at all with this sort of thing and wasn't prepared to deal with a guy his age, who's that confident, even if he is sexy. I go, "Oh, yeah... or, I mean I was one of his Scouts when I was a kid. Ya know?" I kept backing away and the Hispanic guy says, "Hey, where ya going, Andy? ... ya got a cigarette?" A chill went up my back at the tone of his voice. I was down past the end of the garage when I said, "Sorry, I'm out... I mean, I'm late. Thank you for... ya know, telling me... that." and I walked away quickly, feeling like such a wuss, but frightened a little as well. Holy shit, that guy was hot and he came on to me... I think that's what it was. I admit I'm horny but my insecurity, or lack of confidence prevented me from following through with him to see what he had in mind. It's been a week since I last got "off" with Cory and now, of course, since I started having sex on a regular basis... well, let's just say I'm really missing it when it's not available.

Back at my car I shuddered and thought, "Wow, there exist a certain rare type of dominant persona that really rings all my bells, but it can be nerve-racking at the same time. Mr Hispanic guy was out of my league obviously, he literally oozed aggressive confidence and that's very attractive to me, but it can be too scary sometimes as well. The "pull" or force of his dominance was definitely felt by me so maybe I haven't lost as much of my submissive nature as I though I had. Oh well, maybe I'm at least learning something about myself today... for one thing, I know if I play with fire, I'm gonna get burned. That type of dominant guy is like the "flame" and I'm the "moth". It's interesting at the very least! With nothing better to do, I drove all around the neighborhood looking for any of the guys I went to high school with, just to chill out with them for awhile. After running into the incredibly confident, My Hispanic guy, I wanted to hook-up with some regular home-boy guys, ya know? I needed to get things back in proper perspective, but it looks like everyone from my neighborhood was in hiding or something, no luck hooking-up with anyone. Driving around though did get me back to feeling OK about myself and so, what the hell... even though the Hispanic guy had scared me off, I'm not a complete wimp, and to prove it I entertained an idea. Ya know what I'd like to do... being bored and wicked curious too... I'd like to drive by Henry's house, just drive by it. I don't need to actually stop, just drive by and check it out. I made a hard U-turn and headed for his part of town. Why shouldn't I have a little titillating fun. It surprised me that I could remember exactly how to get to his place, even remembered the short cut through the gas station across from his house. Not bad for not being here in over five years! For most of that five years period I was pretending to myself, and everyone else, that I was straight and consequently I had no desire to come near Henry's house... but now that I'm admitting to myself I'm gay, I'm interested in Henry again. No, not to have him dominant me and all the nonsense that goes with that... just to see how he's doing, how he's turned out. I have no intention of letting Henry run rough-shod over me like he did in the past. Mostly, I want to see if he has anything to say to the boy who's young ass he performed statutory rape on for almost two months. See what he might have to say to me as an adult Andrew Fisher... or, almost an adult.

Driving past his house slowly, I couldn't tell if anyone was home or not. Hey, maybe they don't even live here now. Then I drove right down the alley behind his house near the infamous garage where I tried on Henry's old Cub Scout uniform. I saw movement through the end window of the garage, inside the second bay. Ah ha! now a cloud of cigarette smoke as well, so there's a damn good chance it's Henry. Oh boy, now I'm nervous again... my heart's banging a little faster than normal and my nuts are squirming around in their little sac. Shit, I don't actually need to do this so I drove right past his garage and out the other end of the alley. Then circled the block and came right back down to his garage again. Fuck this... I don't want to be a wuss like I was at BLACK'S GARAGE with the Hispanic guy. No one's going to harm me, Henry's not a killer for christ sakes. OK, have some balls for once! I parked the car and got out. Fuck! I'm nervous again, might as well admit that. I lit a cigarette and made myself walk right up to the garage, nervous as hell. As I turned the doorknob of the people-door, which was between the two large car garage doors, someone on the other side was turning the knob at the same time I was. Feeling that knob turn by itself in my hand scared the shit out of me and I jumping back a step, then breathing hard I waited to see Henry emerge from behind the door. The door opened and I heard, "Hello?.. who's that?", but it was Mr Black, not Henry. His hair was mostly gray now, it use to be faded blond, almost a yellow color. He was dressed in a sweat suit and he was sweating, like he'd been working-out in the garage. "Oh... What are you selling, kiddo? Magazines, knives, discount dinner vouchers for a new restaurant in town? I've bought them all and I really don't need any more of any of them." I go, "Ha ha! No, I'm not selling anything, My Black. I'm Andrew Fisher, Henry's friend from the Boy Scouts." Mr Black makes a face like "are you shitting me?" He says, "Henry hasn't been in the Scouts for five years or more, son. What are you talking about?" I told him about Henry training me here a few times to, "You know, sir... he was training me to march. I had two left feet". "Oh, yeah" says Mr Black, his face lighting up. "One of Henry's boys, were you? Come on in side the house with me... Andrew, was it? You can wait with me for Henry... ya want a beer? How old are you anyway, you're eighteen by now aren't ya?" I go, "Oh, ah... no thanks. I only have a few minutes before I need to pick-up my father. He's a police detective, ya know." Mr Black changed his demeanor to grumpy and mumbled, "No, I didn't know that, how would I? Henry's at the Mall on West Chester Pike, I don't know what time he'll be home". Mr Black was closing the door to his house behind him and barely got out his last word by the time the door slammed shut. I'm thinking... right, I'll wait inside with that pervert... fuck that! That man is scary-weird. The way he said, "One of Henry's boys..." licking his fat lips. Oh, that's not creepy at all... no, we'll have coco and cookies while you ram your old slong up my ass!

The Hispanic guy and now Mr Black, what is it with me? ... do I have a sign on my back that reads "submissive fuck boy" or what. Meeting those last two characters has put me off my interest in a Henry reunion, so instead I went to Walt's Hoagie shop for lunch. Cherry coke and a hoagie with hot cherry peppers satisfied my hunger, but now I still have an entire afternoon ahead of me with nothing to do. Oh well, maybe Henry's still at the Mall, why not see what he looks like anyway. Driving down West Chester Pike I tried to think what to say to Henry if by some chance I actually do see him. Nothing special came to mind, maybe I wouldn't say anything, just see what he looks like now and maybe let him see me... see if he recognizes me. Maybe he'll have something to say to me. Damn, five years ago I went through the most bizarre stretch of my life with him, I ought to be able to meet with him now and maybe get some kind of closure... because, ya know, it don't feel like that experience ever had an ending. The Mall was very crowded with the shoppers looking for after-Christmas bargains and others returning Christmas presents they didn't like. What the hell is Henry doing here in the first place? I wandered up and down the aisle for almost an hour before I spotted him. I was getting off the escalator on the second level and there he was, unmistakable. Biting my bottom lip, I put both hands in my pocket and played with myself. He looked handsome. His face had cleared-up and was nicely tanned, no pimples. I swear he still looked as young as he did five years ago, slim and tall with those dark blue eyes and his blond hair neatly cut very short... Army short. He was wearing jeans with an un-tucked, faded Army camouflage shirt with captain bars on the collar. The bars were made of black cotton fabric, not shiny silver. Sneakers on his long feet, a large soft pretzel in his right hand. He was pointing with his left hand at a very thin boy about sixteen years old who was sporting a recent boy's regular haircut and was standing up very straight in front of Henry, listening intently to what Henry was saying. They were on the other side of the aisle from me, with open space down to the first level between us so I'd need to walk up to a cross-over area in front of Macy's if I wanted to be on their side. I couldn't hear what Henry was lecturing the lad about, but it made me smile to see the boy's submissive posture, even while standing at attention... amazing to think that was once me. I guess not much has changed in Henry's world. Well, except now he's fighting a war in between dominating young gay boys, that is. Nothing's changed too much in the way Henry handles one of "his boys". Well, I've come this far, I gotta say hello.

By the time I walked to Macys and crossed over to Henry's side of the Mall, then walked back down to where he and the young boy were standing the lecture was over. Henry had the kid around the neck the same way he used to do it to me. This boy was closer to Henry's height though so it didn't seem as awkward. The boy had a nervous smile on his face as he tried not to look too pathetic bumbling along beside Henry in that headlock with people gawking at the two of them... puzzled expressions on their faces. Henry was just finishing his pretzel when I walked up next to him. I said, "Sir, do you have the correct time?" Without looking over at me, Henry said, "No" and then he released his grip around his young friend's neck and the boy checked his watch and said, "It's two-twenty-five". I said, "Thank you. Henry, don't ya recognize me?" When he heard my voice the second time he snapped his head around and actually looked excited when he saw me, "Andrew? Of course I recognize you." He took hold of his young friend's arm and pulled him around to face me as he said, "Andrew, this is my neighbor, Ronnie Price. Ronnie, let me introduce my best Boy Scout recruit ever, Andrew... ah, I forget your last name Andrew." I said, "It's Fisher" and smiled at the compliment of being his best ever recruit. Ronnie extended his hand and we shook, saying, "How ya doing" to each other. Ronnie was youthful looking, which I think Henry liked, but he wasn't cute. He was OK looking, but not cute at all. Too rough looking with thick eyebrows, dull brown eyes and hair, broad nose and mouth. Needless to say, I wasn't jealous of him, but he acted a bit put off by me.... the expression on his face somehow translated as "he's mine".... meaning Henry of course. I smiled at Ronnie pleasantly to show him I was not interested in Henry, or in him. Henry said, "Ronnie, if it's two forty-five, it's time for you to meet your folks at Sears. I can't give you a ride home, I'm going out. Run along now, tomorrow night, my place, seven o'clock. Got it?" Ronnie looked at me and reluctantly said, "Yes, Henry... I got it. See ya tomorrow" and he gave me a little wave goodbye which I returned to him with another smile... no smiles from Ronnie.

Henry says, "Over here Andrew, out of the way of all these people." He had me by the arm and led me down two stores where there was a boarded up store being refurbished for a new business. We walked around to an alcove that had an small construction opening to the outside. Lighting a cigarette then blowing smoke out the opening, Henry says, "No smoking in the Mall, but fuck em. Here", and he handed me the cigarette he'd lit and taken that first drag from. It was wet on the filter from Henry lipping it. Henry's saliva on the filter made me think of taking bites from his Whopper a lifetime ago. As I took a drag on the used cigarette I was surprised to see it was a Marlboro Light, the brand I now smoked. Henry had switched to these from Lucky Strikes just like me and that somehow made me feel proud that I'd made the correct decision... then I shook my head, pissed at myself for such a dumb thought. Henry lit up another Marlboro, took a long drag and exhaled the smoke into my face saying, "How come you didn't come around to see me, Andrew?" I told him about going to his father's place of business a week after the over-night camp, and about my surprise to learn that Henry wouldn't be around all year, and that he was going to Europe next summer, and then to college. I told him in one long sentence feeling like I was confessing some failure of mine. Henry blew some more smoke in my face and said, "I was back working at the garage all of August that summer, you didn't come around then. I thought you'd come around. We were friends." It was a shock to hear him say we were friends, that was news to me although he was much nicer to me near the end of our relationship, even gave me that hug goodbye after over-night camp. I thought it was goodbye for three weeks, not goodbye for five years. Henry was rubbing my shoulders as he told me that he'd been in ROTC in college and had joined the Army right after graduating last April. He'd be going back for a second tour of duty in Iraq next week as an Army Captain of an armored unit... he was leaving the following Monday.

Unexpectedly, he leaned down slightly and with a hand on the back of my neck pulled me into his body, my face brushed his and my dick started getting firm. He held me against himself in that awkward headlock position without any struggling on my part, both of us still smoking. I continued telling him about myself... me being a sophomore at college in Florida, home for Christmas break until New Years. I told him how I'd gone to his father's garage this very afternoon looking for him. He rubbed the top of my head with his chin and asked, "Did Julio see you? Did you speak with a Hispanic dude... kinda scary guy about twenty-five?" I nodded my head as best I could and said, "Yeah, him and a black man named Tito. The Hispanic guy didn't know where you were." Henry's hold around my neck was like old times, we both dropped our cigarette butts and stepped on them. Henry immediately lit another cigarette and asked, "Did you... ah, did Julio talk to you some?" I knew what Henry was thinking, that I may have come under this Julio guy's dominant spell. I replied, "Oh, he tried to get into a discussion, have a smoke or something, but I wasn't interested". Henry slowly nodded his head up and down, rubbing the top of my head with his chin again as he did it, my hands were loosely holding his waist as he dragged on his cigarette seemingly mauling something over in his head. If anyone saw us they'd probably think it was a fight. With my eyes watering from the second hand smoke floating around my head, Henry, leaving the cigarette between his lips, began absently ruffled my hair, then rubbing my back and saying, "You've grown-up nicely, Andrew. You're better looking now than you were as a teen". It was getting quite uncomfortable being handled like this, but I liked it just the same. It's so hard for me to grasp how someone could have the nerve, the gaul, to just do whatever they felt like doing with me... act so familiar with touching and all that, like Henry was constantly doing. Why do I let him do it? Not only let him, like it! My dick was getting very close to boner status by now. Trying to get my mind off the bodily contact with Henry, I told him about going to his house after visiting the garage and about his father telling me where he, Henry, was. Henry seemed pleased with everything I said.

He let me loose as he finished his second cigarettes and I immediately missed the feel of his body. Henry says, "OK, For old time sake... A-TEN-HUTT" and I did a half ass attention position with half a smile on my face. Henry was not smiling. "Do not disrespect me Andrew." he said between clenched teeth. I stood a little straighter and dropped the smile thinking, OK... for old time sake. Henry put the fingers of his right hand near the back of my neck and the thumb of that hand under my chin pushing up so my head went back slightly. When I held the position, staring into his eyes, he brushed the back of his fingers up the front of my nose, the familiar nicotine smell brought back memories and I felt my dick finish firming up, it poked against my khaki pants, but didn't make much of a dent in the heavier material. Henry has this hypnotic stare, great intensity... his unwavering self confidence and sense of... I don't know, sense of entitlement. Like he was entitled to do with me as he pleased... touch me, blow smoke in my face, order me about, whatever. When he saw me straightening up properly and obeying him fully now he swallowed exaggeratedly as if he'd just eaten something delicious. A look of arrogance on his handsome face, mostly transmitted through his eyes, a look of dominance too. I gulped as he said, "You should have tried harder to get in touch with me Andrew. I went through a lot of trouble helping you learn about life, ya know."

He had me again. I was hypnotized by his dominant manner, it was like one of those thrill rides... the roller coasters that Cory and I are crazy for at amusement parks. A high speed, thrilling ride that seems very dangerous although you know that logically it's actually safe because it needs to be... it wouldn't exist for long if it weren't ultimately safe. But first, before you're sure you're safe, you get the thrill ride of your life... that's what my experiences with Henry felt like and although there is always that feeling of trepidation, the nervousness and scary feeling in my stomach just before the ride takes of, like I had right now, I still wanted to go on the ride. I was breathing little bursts of air through my mouth, but saying nothing, just continuing to stare at Henry's handsome face. He was looking at my hair now as he inspected my person, he reached his hand behind my head and ran his fingers up the back of my head saying, "Letting yourself get sloppy, Andrew. I'm disappointed in you." I took in a long breath this time as my heart hammered steadily, too fast, in my chest. "You need a haircut and you need it today, get it before you come over to see me tonight." He gripped my shoulders with both his hands and then slid his hands tightly down the outside of my arms.. when they reached my hands he squeezed them, then went under my hands so he could rub up both sides of my body, all the way up to my armpits. He dragged his hands across my chest to meet over my sternum and then down my belly to my crotch which he grabbed with both hands and squeezed my nuts. I stayed rigidly at attention as Henry murmured, "You're in good shape, Andrew... " and he lifted his eyebrows a bit prompting me to say, "Thank you, Henry".

Henry spoke quietly and confidently, not hurried at all... doing whatever he wanted to do in his own good time... all that, even though I could hear people talking as they bustling by us not far from where we stood, but out of our view. Henry couldn't care less, he leaned in close to reach behind me and take a handful of both my buttocks. Squeezing them casually, he quietly said, "Have you missed me Andrew, missed my training?" I said, "Yes, Henry" and I realized that actually I had missed this. This groping or whatever it was. He was breathing heavily himself now, his face not far from mine. Continuing to squeeze my left buttock with one hand, he ran his other hand inside my winter jacket, under my shirt, on my bare skin up my back. In this position with his face so close to mine, I wanted to lay my face against his and feel his skin on my face, his skin that now was clean shaven, tan and beautiful, without a blemish. Henry was rubbing my back up and down as he slowly pulled me into his body, my cock was now as hard as a flagpole... so was his as it bumped my hip. I put my arms around him and squeezed him in my arms, something I never was allowed to do before. His body felt so good and it felt so good to be so dominated by Henry again, it brought back the memories of huge climaxes, gasping for breath afterward, and then wanting more. He took his hand off my ass and held the back of my head pressing my forehead into his shoulder, then rubbed my hairs up the back of my head saying, "Relax Andrew, I'm not mad at you. I'll still take care of you." He humped his crotch against mine and held me tighter, my balls churned more cum in their sac, feeling quite heavy now as I quietly sighed... it really did feel good to be dominated and taken care of by Henry. The hand that was rubbing my bare back drifted down to force itself inside the back of my khakis pants and then inside my jockey shorts. I pressed against him tighter as his finger went up my hole and he began finger fucking me. Something was missing, oh yeah... the BO wasn't present, but everything else was as it was five years ago. His finger fucked me as I held the two of us together tightly making little squeaking sounds while humping his thigh. He'd exert pressure on my boner each time I humped into his leg. He murmured, "Ah yes, you're just like you used to be Andrew... let out the cum anytime you want." His fingers are long and the middle one was the longest, way up inside me pushing on my prostate every time he pulled his finger out... almost all the way out, till just the pad of his finger was pulling down on my hole. I couldn't breath from all the grunting and groaning I was quietly doing. Henry squeezing the back of my neck making shivers fly up and down my spine. Humping his leg, his finger constantly fucking my ass and massaging my prostate until my balls could take it no longer... up shot a load of sperm, I went, "Ahhh oh! I'm cumming, Henry" and out shot that long stream of cum... it soaked the front of my boxers. As I've said, I was quite horny and oh my god, that felt so good. I followed the first long shot with three short spurts bumping against Henry's leg with each one. Henry whispers, "See how much you missed me, Andrew." He pulled his finger out and pushed me away slightly so he could get a handful of my sweatshirt to wipe his finger with, all the while giving me orders, "Get a haircut, a short haircut, and be at my place tonight at seven sharp. I gotta run to do an errant for my dad. I'm looking forward to our training tonight, Andrew... be there!" I slumped back against the plywood that covered what used to be a big plate glass window and muttered, "Oh, OK Henry" but he was gone.

A wave of dizziness swept over me and I bent forward as if to vomit, it had been such a rush for me that adrenaline pumped through my system making me feel sick to my stomach. I did a few dry heaves and then sat down on the floor leaning against the wall of plywood with my legs splayed out in front of me and put my head in my hands thinking, "Oh fuck, I'm more submissive than ever..." I acted at least as submissive as I did at fourteen. I've been just as submissive all along, it's just that I hadn't met anyone like Henry in the five years since I last saw him. Or, perhaps it's just Henry, no one else will do. Cum cooled and soaked through the front of my tan khakis making a dark stain there. I thought, maybe Henry wouldn't be as dominant with other submissive guys, not to the extent he was with me because, you know... different strokes for different folks, maybe. And maybe another type of dominant person wouldn't have nearly the affect on me that Henry has, or maybe it's because I was so young when I first met Henry that it's burned into my psyche... he programed me somehow... oh, I don't know! Whatever it is, it all comes down to the unexplainable... the unconscious mind and the mischief that part of the brain can cause a person. I'm weak, so I sat on the floor smoking another cigarette trying to recreate the last fifteen minutes... trying to understand the exact second he had me and then I was helplessly under his control. Henry can get me to do the damndest things in the shortest period of time imaginable. Our initial sex act was that trumped-up cock-sucking-that-wasn't-cock-sucking which led to Henry fucking me for the first time. From licking his boner to lighting a cigarette after he fucked me took about ten minutes. That boy is fast. It occurred to me finally that someone was bound to eventually come back and find me here... here, where I shouldn't be, doing what I shouldn't be doing, smoking... so, finishing my cigarette I stepped on the butt and slowly got up and walked through the Mall to the end I'd come in, the end where my car was parked. My cum soaked khaki pants front was cover by my winter jacket held against my stomach with both arms in front of me, like I was hugging myself... maybe I was. What a fucking disaster this afternoon turned into, except it wasn't a disaster really. One indisputable fact did totally blow me out of the water of course, and it was how wrong I'd been to think I wasn't all that submissive any more... what a fucking joke that is. Well, I have no intention of getting the haircut Henry ordered me to get, nor am I going over to his house tonight like he'd ordered me to do. I've been on my thrill ride for today and frankly, even though I know it's ultimately safe, I'm afraid to go on it again, not with Henry. Not right now anyway.

Back at my house I cleaned-up, put a load of dirty clothes in the washing machine and lay on my bed trying to think. Maybe I should go on one last thrill ride tonight... how often will I get the chance. I really shouldn't be a pussy about this. Then I remembered Henry's long boner going up my ass and the climaxes I'd had with him. Damn it! I should go, but I already promised Billy and Carlos I was going with them tonight, and I don't want that short haircut Henry wants me to get. Oh, but the climaxes... will it be the same as when I was fourteen? I gotta go, how many thrill rides does one get an opportunity to ride in life? Ya know? While putting the cleaned clothes in the dryer Billy came over and then Carlos got back from his visit to the grandparents and one thing led to another... I used my buds as an excuse to myself for why I couldn't go to see Henry. In fact, I never got to go to Henry's any other night either because I was either too busy or too worried what Henry might do because I ignored him that first night. Never got to Henry's, didn't see him again. Us three buddies... me, Carlos and Billy, had a lot of beer drinking to do, a lot of catching-up with each other to do, and unlimited amounts of BS to tell one another too. Also, we hooked up with lots of kids we'd gone to high school with to do the same with them... some drinking, catching up, and lying with them too. The week between Christmas and New Year was pretty much getting drunk and suffering hangovers, there wasn't much time for me to fret about not seeing Henry again. But, no doubt about it... I did blow a great opportunity to test how hot the climax would be as compared to when Cory fucks me. I mean, I know Henry would be hotter, it's simply a matter of how much hotter that interested me. I'll probably never know now... damn! Oh well, something good... with all the boozing I did with my best buds there was amply opportunity for drunken hugging and even some brotherly kisses on the cheek between us three, and that was cool. That sober kiss I'd given Billy at the airport, and his subsequent claim that Carlos had wondered if I was gay as far back to when we were all in the twelfth grade, never came up... so, I don't know what to think about that. I'm happy letting it lay like the sleeping dog thing. I'll tell the boys to their face that I'm gay when I feel the time is right, but for christ sakes, I've only acknowledged it to myself for a few months. Let me get more comfortable with it for awhile, then I'll confess my perversion. Speaking of perversion, some nights I jerked-off thinking about Cory and other nights I jerked off thinking about what it would have been like if I hadn't wimped-out with Henry. How hot would it have been if I'd have gotten my haircut short and gone to Henry's for my spanking, probably... and my fucking, definitely. I should have gone! And, I miss Cory too!

A huge New Years Eve party was taking place at the house of a high school friend of ours. The three of us... me, Carlos, and Billy went stag and it's a good thing we did too. The party turned into an out-of-control, wild, boisterous affair. A neighbor dropped a dime on us and the the police raided the place and began arresting kids for under-age drinking. Us three musketeers went over the second floor balcony, landing on trash cans below, escaping the police and laughing nervously about it for the next twenty minutes. Then, realizing we weren't injured or in jail we hopped from one party to another getting smashed in the process. We had a drunken tearful goodbye, the three of us hugging and saying embarrassing things about how much we loved each other, all of it made much worse by our boozy state of mind. That night is destined to be another story that we'll be talking about for years to come. The last huge hang-over of the Christmas break was the one I had the next day... New Years day. It turned out to be a long-ass painful day, thankfully without me needing to participate in any adult beverage consumption at all. Then on January second it was time to return to college and the warm and friendly confines of Florida... and Cory. Dad dropped me off at the airport for my flight back to college and, everything considered, it was actually a great trip home. I couldn't realistically have asked for it to be any better, well maybe I should have done the Henry thing, no... I definitely should have done it, but other than that it was a great break. But there's no fooling myself... I was anxious to get back to Cory. That's true, but I had this tiny worry in the back of my brain about that too. It was a worry involving Mark and Cory, and it went like this... would that dominant ex-boyfriend, Mark, wiggle his little finger and get Cory to come running back to him? And then maybe they reconcile and I end-up being the odd man out. I know how much Cory loves the "real" dominant behavior, and I'm only giving him role playing dominance, ya know? It's a tiny little worry, that's all it is... that's what I told myself a couple hundred times on the airplane anyway... that it was only a tiny worry...

to be continued.... Chapter five (the job & Mitchell)

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