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"But Who Knows Where or When?"
Copyright Ritchris, 2007
A Story
by
Ritch Christopher
literary enhancement by
Les Martin
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chapter three
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"The smile you were smiling, you were smiling then..."
excerpted from "WHERE OR WHEN"
by Rodgers and Hart's "Babes in Arms"
copyright 1937
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"Oh, my God in heaven! Does that EVER MORE feel good!" Kent shouted as he peed freely into the toilet.
Just as he had promised, Blaine had arrived at the dorm in less than fifteen minutes. He knocked on the door and Rex opened it, while still holding tightly onto Kent's penis. The sight was so funny Blaine almost laughed out loud, but he chose to act professionally as Kent's practicing physician, but still made a slight joke.
"Oh, Jeez," Blaine said. "Did I interrupt something?"
Both Rex and Kent turned red from head to toe from embarrassment.
"Get your ass in here, Blaine!" Rex whispered loudly. "Can't you see we're in the middle of an emergency?"
"From where I'm standing, it looks as if the two of you have everything pretty much in control," Blaine replied.
"Wanna see what happens when I let go of Kent's dick?" Rex said.
"Sure, turn it loose!" Blaine responded, looking cautiously at the penis.
Rex let loose the hold he had on his roommate, expecting the floor to get spilled with blood...but nothing happened.
"That's amazing!" Rex said. "It stopped...or rather 'I' stopped the bleeding!"
"You did a good job," Blaine told him, patting him on the shoulder.
"LISTEN GUYS!" Kent spoke up. "While the two of you are admiring Florence Nightingale's miracle, would you blow out her fucking lamp and help me pee?"
"Come on, Rex," Blaine said, "put one arm over his shoulder and I'll grab the other for support while we walk Kent into the bathroom."
"OW! OW! OW!" Kent cried out. "Not so fast! My bladder is about to burst!"
"Well, hold it in!" Rex said, quickly. "I'm not about to mop your piss up off the floor!"
The three guys walked into the bathroom slowly, but carefully, and stood Kent, once again, in front of the commode.
"Do you think you can go without the catheter?" Blaine asked.
"The whole inside of my dick is sore. I'm sure that the salty urine is going to set me on fire!"
"Rex, go grab my bag and bring it to me! I have a whole bunch of catheters I brought with me."
Rex ran back to the door where Blaine had left his doctor's bag and hurried back with it. Blaine realized that he was there as a professional. He swore to himself that he would not look Kent into the eyes and get lost in a trance as he had on two other occasions. Instead, Blaine concentrated on Kent's nose and lips. Damn those inviting lips...as beautiful as any woman Blaine had ever seen. For a split second, Blaine wondered how it would feel to place his lips on Kent's and glide his tongue over Kent's tongue...taste his warm saliva...feel Kent's warm breath exhaling down Blaine's trachea. Then Rex returned and brought Blaine back to reality...out of his dream fantasy...and a gay fantasy, at that! Forcing himself to focus, Blaine took a fresh sterile catheter from the bag and tore open the wrapper.
"HOO BOY! Here we go again!" sighed Kent.
"Kent, what I want you to do is take hold of Rex's hands and squeeze them as tightly as possible. Don't look at what I'm doing! Look directly into Rex's eyes!"
Kent and Rex followed Blaine's instructions while Blaine took Kent's penis in his hand and gently slid the catheter all the way down the urethra to the bladder.
"Is it in?" Kent asked.
"Yep! Now turn around and face the toilet. I know it's gonna hurt a bit, but try to manage your flow into a light stream. Don't force your urine out...just let it seep out, if possible and let gravity take over."
"Oh, my God in heaven! Does that EVER MORE feel good!" Kent exclaimed as he relieved himself. What should have taken thirty-seconds, extended into a five minute pee session. Ken was making noises of relief as though he was having multiple orgasms.
After the long wait, Blaine asked, "Are you through?"
"I think so."
"Can you walk by yourself?"
"Sure! It's no problem walking with an empty bladder."
"Good. Now go over and sit on the couch. I want to demonstrate the procedure of inserting a catheter so that you won't experience any trauma the next time you have to use one."
Kent walked to the couch and sat down. He still wasn't wearing trousers or underwear. Rex grabbed a towel for Kent to place over his lap.
"Okay, what do you want to show me?" Kent asked.
"Well, first, I want Rex to drop HIS trousers."
"OH NO!" Rex said, trying to get away from his brother-in-law.
"Rex, for God's sake! You and Kent are roommates. Don't tell me that you've never undressed in front of each other. I thought you two had orgies together when you double-dated."
"Yes, but I was looking at his date's vagina, not at his dick!"
"That's bullshit and don't try to convince me otherwise!" Blaine said.
"Are you planning on ramming one of those fucking catheters down my dick?" Rex asked.
"If 'I' do it, it won't hurt. I promise!" Rex looked skeptical and Blaine continued. "Look, brother-in-law! If I hurt you, you can poke a catheter down MY penis."
"THAT, I'd love to see!" Kent chimed in.
"Rex, I won't insert it all the way, just halfway, to show you how easily it can be done."
"How about a fourth of the way?"
"OK! A FOURTH of the way. Now drop your pants. Come on, I've examined you countless times at my office."
"Maybe, but you didn't insert a catheter...although, I still get embarrassed when you put your finger up my butt!"
"Did Dr. Rogers ever make you cum while he was doing that?", Kent asked.
"SHIT! Are you kidding? Of course not!" Rex said, emphatically.
"Hell, I shot a load on his examining table, big enough to impregnate an elephant!"
"YOU WHAT?"
"Sure as shit!" Kent said, almost boasting.
"How the fuck did THAT happen?"
"Rex, Rex, Rex! Do you mean to say that no woman has ever prodded your prostate gland?" Blaine had difficulty believing that Rex hadn't experienced that yet.
"GOD, NO! To do that, she would have to put her finger up my butt and that is no man's land, except to you or another doctor."
"Well, the next time you come in for a physical, I'll show you what it feels like. But for now, I want to see your penis NOT your anus!"
"God damn! This is fucking embarrassing!" Rex said.
"WHY? You held MY dick for nearly half an hour, so what's so shameful about getting naked in front of me and your brother-in-law?"
"Oh fuck! Why not?" Rex replied, sounding defeated and disgusted. He dropped his pants and shorts to his ankles. Then he pulled his balls up to get them free and more comfortable.
Blaine, in the meanwhile, tore open another package containing a fresh catheter and brought it over to Rex. Blaine reached to let Rex's penis rest easily in the palm of his left hand as he slowly and gently, eased the tip of the catheter into Rex's urethra. Rex sighed and looked toward the ceiling. It hadn't hurt Rex at all and he was a bit surprised.
"There! See how easy that is?"
"How far did you poke it?" Rex asked.
"Just as we agreed...about a quarter-ways down."
"Why don't you go about halfway to see if THAT hurts me?"
"Are you sure?" Blaine asked.
"Yes. You've gone THAT far...let's see how much I can take!"
Blaine eased the catheter downward...more and more until it was inserted all the way.
"Hurt?"
"Not yet! Did you go halfway?"
"It's completely inserted...all the way."
"Hell, that didn't hurt at all!"
"All right, I'm going to take it out and insert it again, only this time, YOU watch me!"
"Go ahead, Blaine. In a way, it kinda feels good!"
Blaine took out the tube and Rex watched carefully to see Blaine's demonstration.
"Think you know how to do it now?" Blaine asked.
"Yeah, but you know why it didn't hurt me but it made Kent bleed?"
"Because you were inserting it too fast?"
"Nope! Kent's dick is crooked. It leans to the left side," Rex explained, grinning at his roomie.
"IT DOES NOT! YOU'RE FULL OF SHIT!"
"IT DOES! When you have a hard on!"
Kent blushed once more. Then he looked carefully at Rex's penis in Blaine's hand. "You mean like the one you're getting now?"
Rex looked down and sure enough, he was springing a boner...fast and furious!
"BLAINE! Take that goddamned thing out now!" Rex shouted.
Once more, Blaine had to bit his lip to keep from laughing. He reached down and eased the catheter out, but Rex's penis only got MORE excited. That's when Kent began to laugh out loud. Soon Blaine joined him and the more they laughed, the bigger Rex's penis became.
"You motherfuckers! BOTH OF YOU!" Rex screamed. "I won't be able to pull my pants up!"
"QUICK! DOCTOR ROGERS! Put your finger up Rex's butt and make HIM cum!" Kent said, falling over onto the couch, laughing.
Blaine looked at Rex and asked "Wanna try?"
"AH HELL! Might as well! Where do you want me?"
"Get on all fours on the floor..."
"Not without a towel under me," Rex said, reaching for the white towel he had placed over Kent's lap. Once it was removed, Rex exclaimed. "TALK ABOUT ME? WHAT ABOUT YOU? What turned you on? Seeing MY hard on?"
Kent had sprung a boner as big as Rex's and tried, impossibly, to cover his big organ with his hands.
Blaine looked from one penis to the other. "I guess you NEVER HAVE seen each other naked before! Could it be that I've uncovered some repressed feelings?"
"Shit NO!" Both said, simultaneously.
"Should I leave?" Blaine asked, covering his laughter.
"Not while we're looking at each other's erections. Don't leave until we're BOTH back to normal!" Rex said..."And for God's sake, if you tell Maggie about this...Blaine, I'll kick your ass over the goal post!"
"I won't say a word. Remember, you're both my patients and you're both covered under patient-physician confidentiality." Blaine said.
"All right! I'll get on the floor, just make me cum in a hurry!" Rex said, giving in.
Rex placed the towel on the floor in front of the couch and assumed the position. Blaine took a pair of sterile gloves from his bag, put them on and squirted an inch of KY-Jelly on his middle finger and got on his knees next to the kneeling Rex. Then Blaine proceeded to insert his finger into Rex's anus until he reached Rex's prostate gland.
"OH GOD! That sent cold chills all over me!" Rex said. "Touch it again!" Blaine continued his 'exploratory expedition' until beads of perspiration popped out on Rex's forehead. Rex began pushing his lower body to meet Blaine's finger-thrusts, achieving more and more pleasure. Less than two minutes passed when Rex felt an enormous orgasm mounting. "JESUS H. CHRIST! I don't know what the fuck you're doing, Blaine, but this is the greatest feeling I've ever known. OH! OH! OH! SHIT! I'm cumming!"
Rex's explosion seemed to cover the towel and went beyond all four edges of the terry-cloth. He was shouting, moaning, and shooting all at the same time. After seven or eight bursts, Rex fell onto the towel, totally exhausted, and covering his naked torso with the hot white male liquid.
Blaine stood up and took of the latex gloves. Looking down at his prone brother-in-law, Blaine joked, "Let's see. That'll be five cents please...?"
Rex turned his head to look up at Blaine. "Five cents? SHIT! I'll pay you five hundred dollars to do it again!"
"Not today, but the next time that you come in for a physical..."
Rex faked a deep cough. "I...I DO feel as if I'm coming down with the flu!" He coughed louder.
"Then call Phoebe and make an appointment on Monday."
Rex and Blaine were talking as if they had forgotten Kent was still in the room. "What about you, Kent?" Rex asked pointedly. "You need Blaine to help your hard on go down?"
"Not really!"
"I guess not with all that bleeding before."
"What I'm saying is...that I came while I was watching you..." Kent said, sheepishly.
"Shit, man! I didn't even see you jerking off," Rex said.
"I didn't...!"
"What?"
"I didn't jerk off. I just sorta climaxed involuntarily. When I saw you shoot, I shot at the same time...without touching myself."
Rex turned to Blaine. "Blaine, is that possible?" he asked.
"Sure. Lots of men go to porn movie houses, look at the breasts and vaginas on-screen and have an orgasm in their pants without ever touching themselves. It's the height of male eroticism to achieve an orgasm merely by the thought process."
"Dude, what were you thinking about when you came?" Rex asked slyly.
"Nothing that I can remember. It was just the sight of you shooting. I've never seen semen coming out of anyone but myself."
"Well, to keep the record straight, so to speak, neither have I."
Blaine walked to the toilet. "Let me get you guys a couple of towels to clean yourselves with." He handed a towel to each of the roommates, picked up his bag, and started to leave. "I think you two have a lot to talk about. Now, Rex, you've seen how fast I can get here, so if you need me or if Kent has any more problems, just call me...ANYTIME! I'm on-call the entire weekend anyway."
Both boys wiped themselves clean and Rex wrapped the soiled towel around his waist while Kent folded his towel and placed it over his private area.
"Thanks, Blaine! Thanks for everything...oh, and I DO mean EVERYTHING," Rex said.
"You're more than welcome. I'd forgotten how much fun house calls can be," Blaine mused with a tease in his voice.
"Yeah, thanks, Doctor Rogers," Kent added.
"Why don't you call me Blaine as Rex does? Even though this was a professional visit, I think it was too personal to adhere to formality. It seems rather awkward with Rex calling me Blaine and YOU calling me Doctor Rogers. You two are almost like brothers which almost makes me your...hell, what does it make me? If you were REAL brothers, then I would be your brother-in-law too."
"Whatever..." Rex said. "Now about my APPOINTMENT...?"
"Your cough seems to have cleared up."
Rex began coughing loud and heavily, "ARE YOU KIDDING? It wouldn't surprise me if my TB test came back positive."
"Let me see your arm?" Blaine said.
"Nope. You can look at it when you examine me for prostate cancer on Monday!"
"Damn! You're as contrary as your sister!", The older man said, his laughter bubbling through.
"We've got the same blood, you know!"
"Jesus! How could I forget?" Blaine joked as he turned the knob of the door to leave. "Why don't you two come to the office together, Monday? Kent, your test results should be back by then...and I'll see what I can do to cure Camille, over here, of that serious cough! OH! How I love 'Traviata'! You guys have GOT to go to Richmond with Maggie and me, sometime, and see a full production of Verdi's magnificent opera."
"Don't hold your breath, bro-in-law!" Rex sneered.
"I think I'd like that!" Kent said.
"WHAT?" Rex exclaimed, turning around to face Kent on the couch.
"I WOULD!" Kent replied. "My mother used to make me listen to her operatic records when I was a child."
"Oh, brother..." Rex said, looking away.
"You like opera?" Blaine asked, enthusiastically.
"Yes...especially Puccini's operas."
"What's your favorite? 'Butterfly'?"
"NO! 'Turandot' by far! The one where the guy gets the girl at the end without either of them dying."
"I'll check the Richmond schedule to see if 'Turandot' is on the bill."
"That would be great,...Blaine." Kent had some difficulty calling the doctor by his first name.
Blaine felt a chill as he heard Kent call him by his first name. God! How Blaine seemed to be aware of stronger and deeper feelings for the young quarterback growing inside him. "Well, I'm off! Remember to call, IF you need me..."
"We will," Kent and Rex replied together as Blaine left.
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After Blaine left, Rex and Kent looked at each other, neither knowing just how to handle the night's experiences. Both had traces of semen on their bodies. Blaine had unintentionally instigated quite an experience for the two roommates. Any vestige of inhibition that had ever existed between the two had totally vanished now. Neither of them could imagine anything else they might ever do together that would overpower the evening's proceedings.
"Well..." Kent said.
"Well...?" echoed Rex.
"So...what do you want to do?"
"It's not a matter of what we WANT to do, it's a matter of what we both SHOULD do!"
"Shower?"
"You got it!"
"Together?"
"Why let a simple thing as a shower be an ordeal after what we just did?"
"HA! I'll even soap your back!" Kent said with a grin.
"Oh, no! Just because we saw each other climax, we're not turning queer, EITHER OF US! I mean we've both seen the other climax when we were with girls while double-dating...but as I look around the room, I smell no pussy OR perfume! We'll shower together, SINGLY!" Rex said, firmly. Can you walk to the shower without help?"
"Jesus, Rex, I PEED! There's nothing wrong with my legs now that my bladder is empty."
"OKAY! I'll go first and you meet me in the showers in about five minutes?"
"You chicken-shit-asshole! Are you afraid you're not masculine any more after I saw you shoot a ton of sperm with your brother-in-law's finger up your butt!"
"THAT won't ever be mentioned again! GOT IT!"
"Okay. Go to the shower and I'll be there in a few minutes."
Rex walked down the hall with the 'dirty' towel still wrapped around his waist. Halfway there, he was approached by another team member, Jay Hilton, coming out of the shower room.
"HEY REX!" Jay said.
"Hi, Jay. Did you leave any hot water?"
"Didn't need it. It's so damned hot, I took a cold shower."
"Maybe I should do the same."
As they passed in the hall, Jay turned and took an enormous sniff at Rex's odor.
"God damn! Is that CUM I smell?"
Rex became beet red and flustered. "It...I...It must be some residue you're smelling on your own body from jerking off in the shower!"
"HELL NO! IT'S YOU! Have you got a split-tail in your room?"
"Not likely..."
"Then you ought to complain to the laundry that they're putting too much Clorox in your towels."
"'Sfunny, Jay, but I don't smell a thing."
Rex left Jay standing in the hallway as he went into the shower room and turned on a spray of HOT water. Jay stood in the hall after Rex left, still smiling, while wondering if Rex DID have a girl in his room. Just as he got to Rex's door, Kent came out into the hall. He, too, was wrapped in a soiled towel.
"Hey, Jay! How's it goin'?" Kent asked.
Jay could already smell the aroma coming from Kent's towel. "HOLY SHIT! I DON'T BELIEVE IT!" Jay replied.
"Believe what?" Kent retorted.
"Never mind. It's none of my business, but you know I never believed in statistics! Not until now!"
"What the hell are you talking about, Jay?"
"Nothing...just nothing. I guess I'd better get to my room before Randy falls asleep!"
"What?"
"Forget it!" Jay shook his head and walked down the hall to his room.
Kent continued onward to the shower. He saw that Rex had chosen a shower head in the far end, so Kent took the one closest to the door. They were alone.
"Almost finished?" Kent asked.
"Just about!"
"Hey, did you see Jay when you came into the shower?"
"Yeah, he was coming out just as I was coming in."
"Did he act strangely to you?"
"No more than usual. Jay's always acted strange to me. WHY?"
"It's as if he was accusing me of something, but he wouldn't say what! He said something about believing in statistics..."
"Shit, that was just Jay acting like Jay!"
"I looked down once to see if my towel was open and I was exposing myself to him. He made me feel stark naked!"
"Maybe Jay is gay and was cruising you!"
"I should have shown him my swollen ball and that would have scared the shit out of him IF he was cruising me!"
"Oh, I wouldn't show that ball to ANYONE without charging admission."
"You think anyone would pay to see it?" Kent joked.
"Who knows, I'll ask around the team members and see if any of 'em show any interest..." Rex said, laughing.
"Asshole! Don't you dare tell ANYONE about my swollen nut!"
"I won't, dick-breath! Say, how is it feeling anyway?"
"It's still sore as hell when I touch it! I suppose I should take another pain pill before going to sleep IF I'm gonna sleep at all!"
"Tomorrow's Saturday! Got any plans?"
"No, I'm gonna follow Doctor Ro..BLAINE'S instructions and stay home in bed all weekend."
"Well, since he told me to look after you, I guess I'll do the same."
"Ah, no! There's no reason why you can't go get your Saturday night poontang as usual. I don't need a nurse or a babysitter!"
"Yeah, but suppose you have to pee and can't put that goddamned tube down your dick?"
"I'll manage!"
"Shit! I'm not coming home from a date to find out that you bled to death...lying on the floor with a pool of blood streaming out your penis! I'm staying with you and that's final! Hell, you'd do the same for me if the situations were reversed."
"You know damned well, I would!"
"OKAY then! It's settled!" Rex turned off his shower and blotted his body with his dirty towel and left the shower room to go back to his and Kent's room.
Kent stood under the warm shower, stepping back so that the water was peppering his testicles. At first, it was a bit painful, but once he got used to it, it actually felt good. Ten minutes later, he left the shower and went to his room. Rex had wrapped a clean towel around himself and was sitting on the couch watching an old movie on TV.
"Feel better?" Rex asked.
"Much!"
"Good! Wanna watch TV?"
"No, I'm gonna take a pill and go to bed."
"If you need me during the rest of the night...just holler!"
"Is that a proposition?" As Rex whirled around, Kent laughed. "Just kidding, buddy. OK, I will."
Kent took his medicine and went to his bed to sit on the side of it. In his mind, he relived the day's events. For some unknown reason, he kept thinking about the look in Blaine's eyes earlier in the office. Had Blaine been a female, Kent would have believed he had been smitten with love at first glance...but Blaine was a man...a MARRIED man...a married STRAIGHT man...just as he, Kent, was a single STRAIGHT man!
"Hey, Rex?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I ask you something?"
"What ever stopped you before? What is it?"
"It's probably the medicine I'm taking, but did you see Blaine looking at me in a..well, in an odd way?"
"Odd? What do you mean?"
"I'm not sure! I've seen girls...WOMEN...look at me in the same way."
"You mean a girl or woman who wanted you to take 'em to bed?"
"Well, yes..."
"Kent! Get serious! If a guy has a wife who looks like my sister, in no way would he look wantonly at another man...OR woman!"
"Right as he was leaving...you know, when he asked me to go to the opera..."
"Well, y'know, come to think of it, he DID give you a peculiar look. Maybe because you said that you liked opera and he was surprised to hear that from a football jock! I still don't believe you said it! I mean...OPERA, for God's sake? Why didn't you tell him that you were fond of bagpipes or cowbells! You're the one that's odd!"
"OK, I'm sorry I brought it up." Kent thought for a moment in silence and then became fearful. "Oh, my God! You don't suppose he got my test results back and it was bad news? Maybe he was giving me a look of pity..."
"That's fucking nonsense. Why are you so worried?"
"Rex, I...I might have cancer..."
"Yeah, and I might be pregnant by a Tom turkey!"
"I'm serious."
Rex got off the couch and came to Kent's bed and sat down beside him.
"What are you talking about?"
"The scans they took were to find out if I DID have cancer!"
"What did Blaine say?"
"He wouldn't know anything until he got the reports on Monday...but still, it just dawned on me...that I MIGHT DIE...and it scares me to death!"
"Oh, come on. You know that NO news is GOOD news! Just wait until Monday before you start worrying about dying. Shit, we even talked about Lance Armstrong and Scott Hamilton. They both had it and were cured!"
"Yeah, but there are hundreds who AREN'T cured."
For the first time since the two had been friends, Rex saw Kent cry and Rex was moved. He put his arm around Kent's shoulder and pulled him into his chest. Kent began to bawl. He completely lost it. All the tension and fear he had been holding inside all day broke through the composed demeanor he had maintained all day around Rex. Rex put his other arm around Kent to let him 'cry it out of his system'.
"Let it go, buddy! Let it ALL out! I'm not going to let you die and neither is Blaine. Hell, man, you know I can't live without you!"
Through his tears, Kent managed to say, "I...I've been scared all day. I...I mean, even if it's not that serious, suppose Blaine has to remove one or both of my testicles?"
"Well, if they can do heart transplants, I'm sure that they can transplant balls. I'll give you one of mine!"
Rex's joke cheered Kent somewhat. "Ha! I don't want my kids to look like you!"
"Why not? They'd be handsome!"
"AND conceited!"
"And RICH!"
"Damn! I'd forgotten how wealthy you are!"
"I try to forget it, too!"
A moment of silence passed.
"You know something?"
"Lots of things...but what are you referring to?"
"All the years we've been friends...practically brothers, this is the first time we've ever hugged."
"SO?"
"Nothing...it just feels good...that's all!"
"Jesus Christ! Has that pill turned you queer?"
"No, but it just feels so right...me, being held in your arms..."
"It MUST be the pill! You'd never talk this way unless you were under the influence of drinks or drugs."
Kent WAS getting high from the pain pill AND the sedative, as he had taken one of each.
"Don't you think this feels good...and natural?"
"It kinda feels good, Kent, but believe me, it DOESN'T feel natural!"
"Hold me tighter, please..."
"WHAT?"
"Hold me just a little bit tighter...please?"
"Shit! The next thing you'll be asking me to kiss you."
"Would you...?"
"HELL NO!"
"One quick one..."
"I SAID NO!"
"Not even for your dying best friend?"
"YOU'RE NOT DYING, KENT!"
"But what if I am?"
"Oh, fuck! Pucker up and let's get it over with!"
"You mean it?"
"I said it, didn't I?"
Kent kept his eyes closed as he tilted his head back far enough for Rex's lips to touch his. The kiss lasted only four or five seconds and Rex quickly pulled his mouth away.
"Thanks, Rex! That was awfully nice."
"OK! I kissed you. You've stopped crying. Is there anything else you want me to do before I go back to the couch to watch my movie?"
"Yeah, one more thing..."
"What is it?"
"Would you tuck me in and hold me until I fall asleep? Then you can go watch television for the rest of the night..." Kent's speech was really becoming slurred.
Rex stood up and pulled Kent's arms until he, too, was standing.
"Wanna sleep in that damp towel or take it off?"
"Off...please..."
"Do you want me to get you some shorts to put on?"
"No, I don't need any clothes to sleep in."
Rex reached down and removed Kent's towel, then turned him around as Kent crawled into bed. Rex shook his head in total disbelief. What the fuck was he doing taking his best friend to bed. This had never happened before during their long friendship. Kent rolled over on his side so that his naked butt was on view for Rex to see. Next, Rex looked down at his own towel. It, too, was damp and so he shucked it and let it fall to the floor. Horror of horrors! Rex had an erection! How was he supposed to get into bed and hold Kent in that condition? Then again, Kent was ALMOST asleep already. Kent wouldn't turn over to see the state Rex was in.
Rex, carefully, eased himself into Kent's bed and pulled the light sheet over their bodies. He put his head on the pillow and slowly put his left arm over Kent's waist and edged his body closer. Rex felt a jolt of shock go through him when he felt the tip of his penis touch the crack in Kent's ass. He quickly took his left hand and tried to hide his penis by pushing it backward between his thighs. That seemed to work, but only for an instant for as soon as Rex spooned Kent, Rex's penis popped back out with such a springing force, his dick embedded itself between Kent's butt cheeks.
All the while, Rex was perspiring heavily. Thank God the lights were off except for the television because Rex had a feeling he was red from embarrassment from his head to the tips of his toes. He kept saying to himself...'Just breathe...and don't move! For God's sake, don't move!'
That's as far physically as the situation advanced, for Kent was fast asleep within ten minutes. Rex felt relieved as he got out of Kent's bed...went to his bureau to put on a pair of boxers before going to the couch to watch the next movie. On his way to the couch, Rex dug into the bottom of the closet to find a hidden bottle of bourbon. He poured a glass full and took it with him to sip until his nerves had settled.
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As he drove back home from the dorm, Blaine kept thinking about Kent and recalled having the same feeling come over him each time he made eye contact with the studly quarterback. His thoughts strayed to Rex and the prostate orgasm which made Blaine chuckle. It was difficult for Blaine to believe that with all the women whom Kent and Rex had sex, not a single female had ever inserted a finger up either boy's anus to stimulate his prostate. What kind of women were the two guys dating? ALL women who were hot to trot knew about the prostate caper. The first time Blaine and Maggie had sex, he had no sooner inserted his penis inside her vagina, that Maggie had quickly rammed a finger up his rectum and was flicking his prostate with her fire-red polished fingernail...over a decade ago. The next thing which amused Blaine was how shy Rex and Kent seemed to be with each other, even though they'd been friends and roommates for years. Most college roommates walk around naked in front of each other, shower at the same time, watch porn movies together and often jerk off together while watching them. Yet here were the two best looking studs on the Epperson Eagles, each all but polarized from knowing much about the other's body. After all, Rex was Maggie's brother and Maggie had fewer inhibitions than most strippers or prostitutes. Still, Rex had his unexplainable quality of diffidence, apparently.
When Blaine pulled into his driveway, he noticed the light was on in his and Maggie's upstairs master bedroom. Granted with all the catheter and anus probing at the dorm, not to mention a room filled with aromatic semen, Blaine was naturally horny and couldn't wait to get upstairs to Maggie to relieve his penile urges. Blaine hoped she was in a good mood because he felt he could more than likely climax two or three times in succession.
He opened the front door, turned off the only light lit in the living room and headed up the stairs, taking off his clothes, another piece every two or three steps. By the time he reached their bedroom, he was clad only in his boxers. Maggie was in bed with the covers drawn up to the bottom of her bare breasts, reading a Vogue magazine and eating an apple.
Maggie looked at the door to see her practically naked husband and said, "Well, hello, sweetie. I can see how much you missed me!". Then she laughed. "How was your emergency call?"
"I had to go to Rex's dorm to see his roommate, Kent."
"Kent had an emergency? Is he all right?"
"Yeah, he...had a bit of a U.T.I. when he was in the office today and I gave him a catheter to use, should he have a problem going. Neither Kent nor Rex could insert it properly. Somehow the two had put the damned thing in incorrectly, and Kent was bleeding...not bad, but just enough to scare the shit out of both of them..."
"Why didn't you take ME with you. I would have LOVED to insert a catheter up Kent's cock! How big was it?"
"What, the catheter or his cock?"
"Silly, I KNOW the size of a catheter!"
"Kent has a teeny-wiennie!"
Maggie laughed out loud. "NO WAY! That big stud must be hung like a horse...a Clydesdale, at least!"
"Honey, I didn't see him with a hard on! The only time I saw it was when I was poking the tube inside and believe me, it wasn't erected...BUT, HAVING no erection, I think you've got better to play with right here in your bed. Will I do for tonight?" "Blaine, I have NEVER complained about the size of your cock. As far as I'm concerned, you've got the biggest I ever saw or ever WILL see. Now, speaking of erections...is that your stethoscope inside your shorts or are you ready to fuck me?"
"It's ALL yours, babe, to do ANYTHING you want to it."
"Then bring it closer and I'll give it a widdle massage on it's iddy-biddy head!" "God, you're good, Magpie! I could cum just listening to you woo me!"
"And you make me wet just looking into your eyes, Blaine. Now come here and drop your skivvies, Private, and let me give you a short-arm inspection!"
"YES SIR!"
Blaine slid down his boxers, stepped out of them and ran to jump in the bed with Maggie. The two lay beside each other, kissing and cuddling as they had every single night for the seven years of their marriage. Maggie pulled her face back from Blaine's and said, "We're good together, Blaine. We fit...a perfect match. After ten years together, I still love you as much or more than I always have. There's not a man on earth I would trade you for...because YOU make me happy. You make my heart sing and my soul feel complete!"
"Mags, there's not another woman like you in the world. I've never LOOKED at any other woman nor will I ever. You're the one woman for me!"
"Now, would you like me to pleasure you with my hot mouth or my dripping cunt?"
"You decide...YOU call the shots!"
"In that case, you're gonna get a blow job first!"
"Wanna sixty-nine like kids?"
"My tricycle is broken, but we can still pretend we're kids," she replied while turning her body around to get into position for mutual oral sex. Each took a dive at the other's sex organ, as hungry as lions dining on a gnu. They satiated each other's organ, both reaching a rousing climax. Then, after catching their breaths, Maggie straddled Blaine and rode him like Annie Oakley at Buffalo Bill's Wild West Show.
One hour and four orgasms later, they stopped to rest and, smiling, both realized their need for sleep. They kissed and held one another, each looking into the other's eyes.
"Boy, I'm glad you're not like your brother," Blaine said. "If you were as shy as he, I don't know what our marriage would have been like."
"Rex? SHY? Are you kidding?"
"Oh, I don't mean with all the girls he dates and sleeps with, but tonight, he could hardly look at Kent's naked penis. I'm sure he showers with his teammates, but...he all but turned red while looking closely at Kent as I inserted the catheter. One would think he'd never seen another penis up-close before!"
"Then Rex must be a better actor than I gave him credit for!"
"What do you mean?"
"Rex's sex drive and mine are almost identical. Would you believe that 'I' taught him how to masturbate?"
"You're kidding. How did you know what to teach him?"
"You knew I wasn't a virgin when I met you, Blaine. When I was sixteen, Bobby Blair, my boyfriend, showed me how to jerk him off...and then, when Rex was going through puberty, he was confused about the changes in his body. Rex and I had no problem about seeing one another nude. It was when he was thirteen or fourteen and started sprouting pubic hair that I noticed he was avoiding letting me see him naked. He had seen me go through puberty and grow hair around my vagina. When I would shower, he would always pretend he had to use MY bathroom to relieve himself. I knew it was just an excuse to look at me.
One day, I caught him examining his penis while sitting on the toilet. He was about fourteen and I asked him, point blank, if he had reached his first orgasm. He had no idea what I was talking about, so I grabbed him and did to him what Bobby had taught me to do. So I actually got to see Rex shoot his first emission."
"Are you serious?"
"What do you think, lover?"
"Ha, I'm sure you're serious. So what next?"
"About a week later, Rex brought his tennis partner, Ronnie Stulce, home, and he flat out asked me to show Ronnie how to jerk off..."
"And did you?"
"Blaine, I think I must've taught every one of Rex's friends how to do it!"
"So Rex was there watching and it didn't bother him to look at his friends' cocks?"
"It must NOT have! One month later, I came home and Rex was on his knees giving Ronnie a blow job."
"REX gave his friend a blow job?"
"He didn't know I could see him, but it became a regular afternoon routine between him and Ronnie."
"They...they didn't engage in anal sex, did they?"
"I never saw them, but I'm sure they did because I found a packet of Trojans in Rex's jeans while I was doing the laundry for Mom. He hadn't discovered girls yet, so I just assumed he was fucking Ronnie and God knows who else!"
"How long did this go on between them?"
"Not long...say, six months!"
"Why did they stop? Did they find girlfriends or get new boyfriends?"
"No, that was a tragedy."
"What?"
"One day, Rex had gone over to Ronnie's house to play Nintendo, or at least that's what Rex said they were going to do. Only, I knew it was for sex. But then, half an hour after he'd left the house, he came home in tears."
"He and Ronnie had had a fight?"
"No, but nosey Mrs. Stulce had gone unexpectedly into Ronnie's room and caught Ronnie and Rex 'doing' it!"
"Oh shit!"
"She sent Rex home, telling him that she was going to call Mom to tell her what she'd seen. Then Mrs. Stulce gave Ronnie a tongue-lashing and whipped him with a belt and made Ronnie stay in his room without dinner that night. Around eleven that night, his dad went to Ronnie's room to continue the punishment which his wife had started earlier. At first, he didn't see Ronnie as he thought Ronnie was probably hiding in his closet...and so, Mr. Stulce opened Ronnie's closet and saw Ronnie hanging from a rope attached to the light fixture. Ronnie was dead. This put Rex into a tizzy of depression. I guess Mrs. Stulce, in all of the excitement over losing her son, forgot all about calling our mom to tell her about Ronnie and Rex...but Rex never forgave himself. I don't think he ever THOUGHT about sex or masturbation for nearly two years.
"Then he was sixteen and, I don't know, I guess he sorta forced himself into liking girls. He invited Sally Kramer to the Harvest Moon Ball at the school and when he came home from the dance, he was cheery and seemed like the old Rex. I went into his room later that night and he confessed that he had had sex with Sally and that he was through with sex with boys...forever! Sally was the first of hundreds Rex has been sleeping with since then!"
"Jesus Christ, Maggie!"
"So I DON'T believe he was really shy about looking at Kent. It must have brought back old memories about Ronnie."
"I can't believe I never knew ANYTHING about this!"
"Why should you? By the time YOU met Rex, he was into girls and he longer had a craving for dicks! BUT I STILL DO, stud!"
"Just mine, I hope!"
"Only yours, darling."
Blaine leaned across his wife to turn out the light, then kissed her deeply. Then he and Maggie lay back on their pillows, but as he faced his beautiful partner, Blaine's mind was racing, still trying to digest the story about Rex, then out of the blue, it occurred to him and he said. "Oh, I forgot to tell you that Kent likes opera."
"Really? We must invite him over some evening for dinner and CD's."
"I...I sorta asked him to go with us to see an opera in Richmond!"
"That would be fun. He could bring a date. God knows, Rex wouldn't sit through an opera. He'd find some way to jerk off in his pants and go to sleep."
"Ha! I can see him trying to jerk off in his pants."
"Blaine, Rex cannot go to sleep unless he jerks off first! So if he fell asleep at the opera, he'd have to..."
"Jerk off first! I got it!"
"I used to help him go to sleep every night."
"You are so full of surprises!"
"Blaine, I know how hard you work and you never have a 'boy's night out', so if you want to ask Kent to the opera and make it a stag night, I wouldn't object!"
"No, Mags, I wouldn't go without you..."
"Bullshit! Of course you can. You don't think I could be jealous of Kent and you, driving to Richmond together, do you?"
"Of course not, silly.'
"Then, go ahead and ask him...and buy TWO tickets to the opera!"
"I'll think about it, Mags. I...I'll think about it!"
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(To be continued in "But Who Knows Where Or When"...chapter four...next week).