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Back in College: first week
I had not though much about college all summer, given the tough work on the Cupcake Ranch, and the great sex on the way, on the ranch, on my days off, and on the way home. I had applied to be a dorm proctor, which would get me a single room, more convenient for random sex than having a roommate, and a free room, reducing my student loan amount. In return I was responsible for keeping order, calling the campus police if I could not, and, on the other side, counseling the Freshmen, male and female on my floor. My floor had 20 rooms, I had one, the other 19 were doubles, so I had 38 students, about two thirds Freshmen, since upper classmen, who could afford it, often chose to live off campus.
I held an opening meeting for all my students with "required" attendance. Thirty-six, including all of the Freshmen, showed up. I told them the basic rules: no illegal drugs, no non-consensual sex, no drinking to excess (illegal to buy or consume if under 21, but absent bad behavior I was not going to call the cops), and, maybe more important, I was being paid to help them out with problems from chemistry, which was my major, to personal issues, and if I could not help, to refer them to someone who could.
All of the room were doubles, including mine, so I had an extra twin bed which I turned into a couch so visitors could sit comfortably, and, an overnight guest could be accommodated by moving cushions around.
Getting organized occupied my first week, no sex other than jerking off, bio-chemistry was going to be the toughest course of the fall semester, and I needed to take an advanced English course, which was never easy for me, as well as 3 other courses. I also got organized for the gym, and went twice o work out, and talked to the baseball coach about my training. Under the league rules baseball teams could not start team training until February, but we could follow individual workout programs, and could toss the ball back and forth, informally, with other team members. He would assign a Freshman, who had been recruited to play, to me for "orientation" and informal practice. (I had been a walk-on my Freshman year, good enough for Division 3 Varsity as a sophomore, but not good enough for the Majors.)
Working out I was amazed at how much stronger I was than in the spring -- and how much more cardio ability I had -- a summer of hard work had done my body a lot of good! I was also amazed at how far I could throw the ball, and, how hard I could bat, with no loss of accuracy.
The following Sunday evening there was a knock on my door, I told whoever it was to just come in, and Mark, one of my Freshmen, came in and closed the door. Mark probably weighed all of 120 pounds, soaking wet, was about 5'4" and in the gay world would qualify as a twink. He had medium dark skin, perhaps Latino, or Greek, but his features gave me no clue, nor did his last name, which was Jones.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?" he asked.
"Sure," I said. "What is the problem?"
"I think my roommate, Eric, is using heroin, and, making it worse, is stashing his stuff in my bureau drawers. I am afraid that if he gets busted, I will be, too. And, I am physically afraid of him and his buddies, they appear to be townies, not students, and they all got high last night, to all hours, and I can't sleep with them there, they threatened to rape me if I stayed in the room or reported them."
"Shit. What did you do?"
"I went to the common room and slept on a couch, a few people asked what I was doing there and I just told them I was giving my roommate space so he and his date could have privacy."
"What is he doing right now?"
"When I left he was shooting up."
"Ok, first, you can stay here tonight. Second, I am making a call to the campus police."
I did that, telling them of all the circumstances, the names of the two guys, and the threats against the poor guy now in my room. About 10 minutes later 6 cops showed up, quietly, in the dorm, 2 campus and 4 city police. A short while later the roommate was led out in cuffs, and a campus and a city cop came to my room to discuss what was happening. They also told Mark he could not go back into the room until it was searched, and that would not be until Monday at the earliest, and they had put a hasp and padlock on the door.
"Can't I get my books and my clothes, even my toothbrush?" Mark asked.
"No," the city cop said, "routine procedure." And they left.
"Well, Mark," I said, "I guess you are staying here tonight, and maybe tomorrow, too."
I loaned him a toothbrush and a towel, and, he was taking two Freshman courses that I had taken, and I still had the text books. We both washed up and went to bed. I needed to jerk off, but wanted to wait until he was asleep. I sleep naked, and it was hot, being early September, so I was just lying there on my back, cock sticking up, perfectly still, and Mark took a little pen light, and came over to my bed, and shined it on my cock. I let him admire it, and then, he being naked, he started to jerk himself off.
"Mark," I said, "you want to help each other out?"
"Shit," he said. "I'm so embarrassed."
"Don't be, I'm bi, you are a good-looking dude, whatever you want to do is OK, I have been around the block a few times."
By this time, if he had had an erection, it was gone, but he being 18, I am sure it would not take much to get it up again. "Come over here," I said, "make sure the door is locked. How much sex have you had?"
"None, except jerking off."
"Have you done the penlight trick before?"
"Yes, and I did it on Eric a couple of nights ago, but he was so out of it, I didn't get caught. On the other hand, he pegged me for gay and calls me my little bitch', and fairy dust' and holds his big cock out and tells me to suck it."
"Do you?"
"No, I have never sucked any cocks."
"Do you want to?"
"Yes, but only someone I like with a clean dick."
"Is mine clean enough?"
"Yes, but, you have to realize it would be my first one, and I might not know what I am doing."
"OK," I said, "let's get in 69 position, and you do to me what I am doing to you"
And we did, on my bed, on our sides. His cock was uncut, very dark, as were his balls, and average length. I pulled the foreskin back, it went easy, his cockhead was pink, and large compared to the width of his cock, a real mushroom head. (Mine, on the other hand, is basically only slightly bigger in diameter at the crown than along the shaft.) I could pop the head of his out of my mouth, which made him shudder.
I reached for his taint, and he opened his legs to give me access. I got to his hole with a wet finger and caressed it. "Ohhh," he moaned, "Whatever you are doing, don't stop."
I opened my legs to give him access. "Wet your fingers and play with my hole, don't put them in, just play around." He did. "That's it," I said. "Now try popping my cock out of your mouth like I was doing for you. Nice!"
"I'm going to cum," Mark said, "I will cum in your mouth if you are not careful."
"You clean of diseases?"
"Yes, I have never been fucked, and I have never done this, all I have ever done is jerk off."
"Then cum when ready. I will too, I have always been very careful and the first day back at school I had the whole battery of STD tests, and got the results back this morning, and I am fine."
So, we plunged down on each other's cocks, he came first, his cum was salty but not offensive, and his cumming in my mouth put me over the edge. I managed to swallow most of his, but mine was spilling out of his mouth, he was gagging, and coughing, but soon was Ok.
"Wow," he said, "it was better than I ever imagined it would be. How does it compare to fucking?"
"For some it is better, for some it is not as good, for some being the top is better, for some the bottom is better. You just need to try it all for yourself, and I would be happy to be your coach. But we need to go to sleep, it is late, and we both have class tomorrow, and probably a conversation with the cops as well."
And so, we did. We both woke up hard, but there was no time to play, we met with the police at noon (no classes scheduled between noon and 1:30) and told our stories. A court date was set for the next noon for Mark to swear out and testify for a restraining order against Eric, and he was allowed back in his room once Eric, in the company of an officer, had removed all his belongings, and turned in his key. I supervised this process. Eric was very apologetic, the Dean had told him he was out for the rest of the semester, Eric had told the judge he would get drug counseling, and the Dean was going to help him set it up, it had to be court approved.
I told Mark that we should talk after supper, and I made it clear that I was not looking for a relationship at this point in my life, and that he needed to play the field for a while before he did, and explore all the things two guys can do. Not that I was unwilling to have sex with him again, I was, but I was not interested in being lovers with anyone, fuck buddies, yes.
What happened with Mark and Eric and I will be told in another chapter.