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After I posted chapter 12, a reader wrote in and referred to our writing group as "the Nifty Six." I like that. Thanks, Philip, for the idea. So, as always, it's a pleasure to thank my Nifty Six colleagues, Evan, Patrick, Ash, Tom, and Mickey for their help and support. Special thanks go to Tom for being such a patient editor.
Timmead88@yahoo.com Chapter 13: Spring Fever
STEVE:
Mead said he thought I could do "excellent work." Sounds just like the `rents. "Oh, Stephen," Mom says, "I KNOW you can do anything you set your mind to, sweetie." Dad doesn't use the same words, but he says the same thing all the time. Except he manages to sound disgusted with me when he says it. Where does a goddam proctologist get off being disgusted with me? Look what he does all day!
My teachers in high school all just sort of gave me C's and acted like I didn't exist. Come to think of it, that's pretty much what my profs here do. Wonder why Mead is on my case.
Man, he knows all about D. H. Lawrence, though, and he seems to like the guy's books, too. Now that finals are over, I think I'll read "The Plumed Serpent." Sounds kind of sexy. Mead says Lawrence always has the same message, but that this book is set in the US and Mexico instead of the coal country of England.
I guess everybody read "Gatsby" in high school. Ms. Borradaille, my eleventh-grade English teacher, thought it was the greatest thing since sliced bread. Didn't seem like all that much to me. But Mead sees stuff and gets us to see stuff in the things he assigns that are pretty cool.
I'm not gonna go home and get lectured about "finding myself" all summer. Like I told the prof, I may as well stay here and take something. Might even take that course of his. If he thinks I'm so smart, maybe I can work him for a B. That'd surprise the shit out of my folks.
Funny about Mead and those two jocks, Jones and Withers. The three of them have some kind of a thing going. Yeah, sure, those two are smart, even if they are jocks. Jones is always on top of the reading and says stuff in class that Mead likes. Withers was kind of out of it for a while, but he got back to talking a lot in class again toward the end of the term. But there's something more between those three, like they had this private joke.
One day those two guys showed up in class in the damndest outfits. Mesh tank tops cut off so their belly buttons were showing, and cutoffs. I don't know what the fuck they were doin', but Mead kept looking over at them like he was scared of them or something. Then he sat down. He NEVER sits down unless we're taking a test.
Withers and Jones know how to yank the little prof's chain, for sure. You know, the Iceman was pretty decent to me in his office that day. Maybe he's just trying to make some sort of project out of me. I wonder if he's recruiting English majors.
What the hell! I'd as soon be in his class as anything else I could take this summer. Who knows, some of those books might be OK.
CEDRIC:
One of the things about having a professor for a lover is that you get to see university life from a different perspective. For example, I found out that Tim dreads finals as much as we do. As he said, "You guys write `em and leave. I have to read the damned things!" He says figuring final grades is the worst part, though. It's never just a matter of running an average. You can do that in science classes, maybe, but he has to ask himself if the average gives what he calls an "appropriate" result. I really think the sweet guy agonizes over grading.
"Sweet guy." I can imagine what the people who call him "the Iceman" would think if they heard me call him that. Of course, it was my buddy Trey who came up with "the Iceman," but he's sorry about it now.
So, Tim told me one afternoon in his office that Stan wanted him to shop for a dark green blazer. I thought that sounded cool. With his hair and eyes, he'd look too sexy for his shirt in that color. But he said he didn't need a dark colored blazer with the summer coming up, and we could shop for that before fall semester begins. Then he went on to say that we DID need to look for a place to live.
With term papers due and finals coming up, neither of us had time to do that right away. Since I had a few days after finals before I had to go back to Shaker to work for my dad, we decided we'd look for something then.
But I'm getting ahead of myself.
The night of the last day of finals, Mark and I had a party at our place for the "brotherhood." We got a caterer to bring in a great cold buffet. Mark and I set up a bar. Trey thought we should all dress up a little, like with blazers over our khakis, but Chaz vetoed that. So we all ended up coming pretty casual. Everybody wore shorts and polo shirts. Tim looks so great in shorts, with that cute little butt of his. Because of all his running, he has these really muscular legs. And that night he wore a dark green polo shirt. Stan's right. With his really green eyes, auburn hair, and pale skin, that color really is delicious on my guy.
After we had eaten, we were just sort of flopped around, sipping our various drinks (Mark had gotten some decent chardonnay for Tim, and Trey surprised me by drinking that, too.) Mark and I were having gin and tonics. Chaz had Jack Daniels. Straight.
Tim said, "Guys, I've heard a little bit about what you're doing this summer, but I wish you'd fill me in on the details."
I held up my hand and said, "Me, please sir, me!"
I thought Tim was going to spill his wine he laughed so hard. "Not you, dufus. I know what you're doing. You're deserting me."
"Only on weekdays, babe. You and me, we're gonna make up for it on weekends. I think it's time I took you home to meet the folks, and the rest of our weekends I'll be right here with you."
"I have a feeling they're going to seem like long weeks," Tim said. He continued, "Mark, what about you? I still haven't met Lori. Will she be around?"
"'Fraid not, Tim. She finished her finals a couple of days ago, and I took her to Hopkins to fly back home. I'm hoping to fly over there in August for a visit, and then we'll come back together. I'm also hoping that she will move in here with me, since you've stolen my roomie away."
There was a good deal of comment about this announcement. "Mark, dude, sounds serious," Chaz said.
Mark, beaming, said, "I think it is, Chaz, I think it is."
"That's great, Mark," Tim said. "Congratulations."
"Well," Chaz said, gesturing toward me, "Lori's got to be better looking than THAT ugly thing!"
I gave Chaz the finger.
"What will you be doing the rest of the summer, Mark?" Tim asked.
"I'm volunteering at the community care center in Meadville weekdays. I'll probably come back over here occasionally on weekends to pester you guys."
"I admire you for working at the care center when you could just take it easy," Tim said.
"Oh, Pops would have me on a city garbage truck or something if I didn't," Mark replied, smiling. "Speaking of my dad, he said to tell you guys to keep the weekend of the 4th open. He wants to have a big cookout at our place on that Saturday, and you are all expected to come." He looked at Chaz. "Think you'll be able to make it, big guy?"
"Hey, Mark, you know you just have to mention party and I'll be there. Sure I'll come. I'll stop by here and pick up Trey. Maybe I'll come this far on Friday." He looked at Trey, who smiled and nodded.
Tim and I exchanged glances, too. "Mark," I said, "you KNOW Tim and I will be there! Can't wait."
"Tell your Pops I wouldn't miss it Mark. Maybe Chuckie and I can get there early enough to help set up," Trey said.
"Better not call me that, Henry Lee," Chaz said. "You know I hate `Chuckie'."
"Great, guys," my roomie said. I love it when he smiles and shows those dimples. "Pops will be glad the whole bunch of us will be there."
"Trey," Tim said. Trey had been studying Tim intently, but he seemed surprised when Tim spoke to him.
"Yes, Tim?"
"I hear you will have a new roommate for the summer. Anybody I know?"
"I'm sure you've seen him, since you've been coming to our matches. Raul Velazquez is moving into Chaz's room."
"Oh, of course. I haven't met him, but he seems to be a very promising tennis player."
"That he is. And you're going to meet him. Raul and I are taking your `Lost Generation' course."
Tim beamed at the news. "Trey, that's great. Now I now I will have at least two people to keep me on my toes. Maybe three."
"And who would the third be, professor?" Trey asked.
"You know Steve Metz in our contemporary lit class?"
Trey nodded.
"Well, he told me he's going to be around this summer, and I urged him to sign up."
That was news to me. "Trying to pad your enrollment, Tim?" I asked.
"The last I heard, smartass, twenty-five people had signed up, so, no, I don't need to pad my enrollment."
"With all due respect, Tim," Trey said, "'smartass' is the way I'd describe Metz."
"Yeah," I said, "you think HE'S going to `keep you on your toes'?"
"Look, you two hotshots, Steve Metz is every bit as smart as either of you. He just doesn't have a clue what he wants to do with himself. Once he finds something that really turns him on, look out! Trey, I hope you'll get to know Steve, maybe talk with him before or after class. I think you may find more there than meets the eye."
Trey looked intently at Tim for a minute. I'd swear some sort of unspoken communication passed between them. "OK Tim, I'll make a point of it. But I'll have to stand a little way off. The guy reeks of tobacco smoke, and sometimes he smells like weed."
"So I've noticed. You know, if you are a friend to him, you may be able to get him to give up one or both of those habits."
Chaz snorted. "Tim, why don't you take him running with you some morning? After the first couple of hundred yards, this Metz guy will be falling down trying to get his breath. It'll be P cubed for sure!"
Tim smiled at Chaz and said, "I mightdo that, so long as he doesn't think I'm trying to proposition him into going into the arboretum with me first thing in the morning."
That got laughs all around. Trey said, "I guess that means Steve's straight."
"You're asking the wrong guy, Trey," Tim said. "My gaydar is non-functional. But I think you should assume Steve is straight." Tim looked Trey in the eye for what seemed like a long time.
"Yes, Tim," Trey said. "I hear you. But what Chaz said about taking him running has given me an idea"
"Want to tell us about it?" Tim asked.
"Later, maybe, after I've had a chance to think about it for a while."
"OK," Tim said. "Now, Chaz, I gather from what was said earlier that you'll be at home for the summer."
"Yep," Chaz replied.
Tim grinned. "OK, very tall person, make me work for it. Would you please tell me what you're going to be doing in Cincinnati this summer?"
Chaz returned the grin, as if he had just won some sort of contest. "I'm going to be the sports counselor in a day camp run by the city. This'll be my second summer doing that."
"Hey, Chaz, that's great," Tim said. "Do you enjoy working with kids?"
"Yeah, you know, I really do. They can be a handful, but the little rats are a lot of fun."
"I'd like to make a suggestion to all of you. Why don't you use your computers to keep a journal this summer? Then, in the fall, we can have a get-together like this in Ced's and my new quarters and you can read one another passages."
"Yeah, like I'm going to write something every day," Chaz humphed.
"Chaz, you admitted to me that it helps you clarify your thoughts when you write things down," Trey said.
"Don't go there!" Chaz said, warningly. Then, "Trey, buddy, you didn't - "
"Relax, babe," Trey said. "You know I wouldn't."
I think the rest of us were curious as to what that was all about, but we all had enough tact not to inquire.
Tim stood up. "Guys, I want to say something. I became a part of your foursome in a bizarre way. Who could have imagined the events that brought us together?" Then he looked at Chaz, who actually blushed. "Well, Chaz, I guess you did `imagine' some of those events."
Chaz looked at the floor.
"All I was going to say," Tim continued, "was that, however it all came about, I'm glad you have adopted me into the group. I feel like an older brother to a pride of young lions. Have a great summer, cubs. And you'd better stay in touch. See you on the weekend of the 4th if not sooner. Now, Cedric, you and I have to go apartment hunting bright and early tomorrow, so I'd better go."
"What about me?" I asked.
"But you live here."
"Don't be a spoilsport, Timmy. I want to come with you."
The other guys were all grinning as Tim gave a jerk of his head to indicate I should come along.
"Mark," Tim said, "please give my best to Stan."
Mark dimpled again and said he'd do that.
The next day, Tim and I looked at apartment after apartment. What we finally found was a really cool unfurnished duplex with three bedrooms and a bath upstairs, a kitchen, family/dining room, and a living room downstairs, plus a lav down there and a basement. We decided that we'd have to buy some furniture. Mark's and my apartment was furnished, so all I had was my clothes, my computer, a bookcase full of books, and a bunch of cd's, dvd's and video tapes. The stuff in Tim's apartment was his own, but there wasn't much of it, and it was mostly junk, so I persuaded him to give a lot of it to the Goodwill.
Tim signed the lease. It was understood that I would pay half the rent for next year. After that, he said he could swing it himself, since I would be graduating and going off somewhere to law school. I hated the sound of that. The idea of being away from Tim almost made me sick.
The next day we did some furniture shopping. Tim let me do most of the choosing. He said he'd let the gay guy do the decorating. I promised I'd get him for that.
TREY:
After our "farewell party," Chaz and I went back down the hall to our own apartment.
"What time do you want to get away tomorrow?" I asked him.
"Well, Tiger, no rush. Let's just see when we wake up."
"Yeah, right. That'll be noon, if I know you," I said.
"No, I want to get home in time to get my stuff unloaded before supper."
"What is it, about four and a half hours?" I asked.
"Yeah, unless I hit construction or an accident on 71. You gonna be around in the morning to help me get my gear in the car?"
"Would I let you do all that hard work by yourself, little one?" I asked.
That got the goofy, lop-sided grin I love!
"You're too good to me, Daddy," he said.
"Well, buddy, I guess I'll turn in. Good night."
"Uh, Trey?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I have a hug?"
I moved toward him, to be enveloped in his long arms. He squeezed me so hard I couldn't breathe for a moment. Then he let go and walked away toward his bedroom. "Night, Tiger."
After I was in bed, I had so much on my mind, I had trouble getting to sleep. I thought back to Tim at our party. Since that sexy dream I had about him, I've been watching him really closely. And several times I found him looking back at me, as if he were studying me. Ever since that dream, I've had the feeling that he took me, made me his. Not his lover. He's never given me any indication that he loves anybody but Ced. Yet I'd swear there's some kind of bond between us. He said something earlier that evening about being our older brother. I feel sort of as if that hot little guy IS my brother. Wonder if any of the other guys sense anything like that.
With all of that going through my mind, I was also trying to figure out what was going on with Chaz. What did the hug mean? An apology? Was he telling me something about his feelings? Just a goodbye for the summer? I didn't have a clue. One thing I was sure of, though. The hard shell around the Chaz I've known since freshman year is gradually getting cracks in it. And I think I love the guy inside that cracked shell more all the time. Dammit, if only he'd give me some sort of signal about his feelings. And then, there's Sue-Ann . . .
CEDRIC:
If Tim and I had been smart, we'd have found our place sooner and gotten the guys to help us move. As it was, the furniture store delivered the new stuff to the new place, and Tim and I loaded the things from his old apartment into my 4Runner. It took several trips, mostly because Tim has so many books and cd's. We were both pretty tired and sweaty when we finished. Of course, there was no food in the fridge. Tim suggested we clean up. He wanted to take me to Stefan's, the place where he and Stan had dinner. I told him that I'd take a rain check. Some weekend during the summer I'd like to go there. But since I was leaving for home the next morning, I suggested we just order in. He told me to get in the tub and have a good soak, and he'd be right back. I started to object, but he just leaned up and kissed me.
"No back talk, young `un," he said. Dirty, sweaty, and tired as he was, he grabbed the keys to his old Camry and left.
Obedient "young `un" that I am, I was lying in the tub playing with Sneaky when he got back. I heard the front door close. Tim came upstairs and peeked in at me. Grinning, he began to tear off his clothes.
"Damn!" he said. "You look good enough to eat."
"So eat me daddy!"
"Not while you're sitting there all nice and clean and I stink," Tim said. "Speaking of eating, I got a couple of reubens and some of those great pickles at Fein's. We can dig into those just as soon as I get showered."
"At some point, little stud, one of us is going to dig into the other!"
He laughed at that and reached into the stall shower to turn on the water, unaware of my plan to get him for the decorator crack he made that afternoon.
After our baths, we both put on shorts and t-shirts and headed for the kitchen.
The reubens were piled high with great corned beef and kraut, topped with rich, tangy Thousand Island dressing. The pickle spears were the kind you can only get at a good deli. Tim had brought several bottles of wine from his old place, but even he conceded that beer went better with the sandwiches. He only ate half of his, putting the rest in a zipper bag and throwing it in the fridge.
"I think my eyes were bigger than my stomach," he laughed. "Even with all that lugging this afternoon, I just don't have room for all that."
I waggled my eyebrows. "Got room in there for some snake?"
He walked around behind me, leaned down, put a hand on each nip and began to rub. Then he began kissing the side of my neck. It tickled and I began to laugh and wiggle.
"Cedric," he whispered in my ear, "I'll always have room in me if the snake is Sneaky."
"Ok, boss. Let's get these things in the dishwasher, and we'll move to a bedroom. We haven't got any sheets on either bed yet. Why don't we just do yours, since I'm leaving tomorrow?"
"I don't know whether you're being logical or lazy, stud, but that sounds good to me. Let's do it!"
We unwrapped and put a new bottom sheet on Tim's bed and stopped, figuring that anything else would just be in the way, at least for the moment. But we did unwrap a top sheet for later.
I checked the drawer of his bedside table to make sure there was lube, if needed. There was. It was going to take a while for us to feel at home here, but I was excited that Tim and I had this place together, OUR PLACE! And we were going to inaugurate it tonight!
We both shed our clothes. Apparently kissing me and rubbing my tits turned him on, because he was already totally boned up. And he is the leakiest dude I've ever seen. Of course, my experience is somewhat limited. Francis didn't leak like Tim does, and Trey didn't leak nearly as much the times he and Tim were doing each other. (I'm glad that's all over. I love Trey like he was my own brother, but it was really hard to watch them together. Tim says he doesn't love anybody like he loves me, and I believe him. But there's something between him and Trey. They've got some kind of connection. I don't think even they understand what it is.)
Where was I? Oh, yeah, Timmy had a hard-on. I lay down on my back on the bed and held my arms out to him. He lay on top of me, and we kissed. Oh, and there was some wiggling and cock grinding, too. I really gave him lots of tongue because I wanted him hot.
When we had to come up for air, I rolled him off of me so he was on his back beside me. Then I leaned over and began to nibble on his right nip. He's very sensitive there, so it's erotic but it tickles when I do that. He giggled and squirmed. I think it's amazing that this guy, who's so much in charge in the classroom, this "Iceman," can let down all his defenses and enjoy our sex play without any inhibitions. He says I did that for him. Is that cool or what?
Anyway, I reached over with my right hand and pulled him onto his right side a little, so I could work on the left tit. I gave it the same treatment, and he continued to laugh and writhe, loving it while he pleaded with me to stop.
I licked my way down, over his abs, around and into his navel, down to his prickly short pubes. He was pretty wild by this time, telling me how hot I was and how hot he felt. Then, when he would have expected me to take Junior in my mouth, I scooted toward the foot of the bed and began to lick the insides of his thighs, first one and then the other, working toward his balls.
He laughed and said, "That's fantastic, sweetheart, but I'm ready. Could you suck me, please?"
"You gonna let the gay guy do the decoratin', huh?" I said, and began to lick his balls.
"Cedric!" It was somewhere between a laugh and a gasp. "I'm sorry. You KNOW I was only teasing!"
"MMmmmm," I said as I sucked on his balls.
"OHHHHHhhhh! That's fantastic. Don't stop! I mean, yeah, stop. Please take it in your mouth, babe. I need to come so bad!"
I stopped what I was doing, raised up, and looked him in the eye. "Professor, I'm shocked! You know very well it should be `I need to come so BADLY'."
He laughed. "OK, OK! You've gotten back at me for that decorator remark. Now, will you suck me, please?"
"All in due course, my vertically challenged little lover, all in due course."
"Cedric," he said, trying to frown, "this isn't funny any more." Pre-cum was running down the sides of his cock.
Not saying anything, I turned him over, pulled his butt up a little off the bed, and began to rim him. He always loves that. There was no pillow for him to stick his face into, so he rested his forehead on his crossed arms. He muttered and moaned, obviously really getting into what I was doing. His ass ring loosened up right away. Man, he'd come a long way in a short time.
Grabbing the lube, I slicked up Sneaky pretty good and put the tip against Tim's cute rosebud, which, as I said, was kind of winking at me. He was ready. He obviously wanted me to do him. Right then! And, believe me, I was ready, too.
So, I entered him, gently and a little bit at a time, as always. Didn't want to hurt my babe. We had never done it doggie style before because we both wanted to look at each other while we did it. But Tim got into it right away. He'd been done that way by Trey the night Trey took his cherry. And, of course, by now he was used to Sneaky's size.
Before long, we were banging away. I'm pretty quiet during sex, but Timmy's very vocal, moaning, saying my name, swearing like he never swears any other time. And he was doing all that now.
I was getting into it pretty much myself. His chute is still really tight, and it feels so great when he grabs Sneaky with his sphincter. After a while, I stopped. Totally. Just quit moving. Waited.
"Ced, my God, man. You can't just stop."
I didn't say a thing.
"Ced," he asked, looking over his shoulder, "are you OK?"
"Yeah," I said, "I was just thinking about how we could decorate this place."
Then I began to plow his ass for all it was worth. I don't know whether Tim laughed or was going to swear or what. He just sort of choked. So I stopped again and asked, "Timmy babe are YOU OK?"
"NO, idiot! Fuck me. Don't stop. Just keep going till you come. Till I come. Then maybe I'll be OK!"
It took a while to get over the cooling-off effects of the interruption, but as we slowly built up again, it was even better than it might have been without the delay. Predictably, Tim came first. He shook and quivered and jerked all over as he was spurting his spooge onto the new sheet under us.
I was so close anyway, his coming triggered mine, and I exploded inside him. With a huge sigh, Tim just collapsed onto his stomach, into all that jizz he had just deposited on the bed. I sank down as he did, lying there on top of him, Sneaky still inside him.
I didn't lie on him for long because I was afraid I'd hurt him. After all I outweigh my little lover by about twenty pounds. As our breathing slowed and Sneaky went soft, I pulled out, rolling onto my left side so I could face him.
He didn't move for a while. I didn't know whether I was in trouble or not.
He rolled onto his right side and grinned. "That was weird."
"Yeah," I said, looking carefully at him to make sure he wasn't mad.
"Man, you really got me. I'll be pretty damned careful about gay jokes in front of you from now on. But if you ever do that again, sonny, your ass is grass!"
"Yes, daddy," I said, reaching to pull him into a kiss.
We fell asleep in each other's arms.
Later, I woke up. It was still dark. I had rolled onto my right side. Tim was snuggled up against me with his left arm draped over my chest. I could feel Junior, hard again, in my ass crack. Felt goooood! I wiggled my ass a little.
"You awake?" he asked.
"What a nice way to wake up. I want to do that forever. Now, are you gonna do me, or are you just a tease?"
"Am I ever gonna do you!" he said, rolling over momentarily for the lube. There was a pause while he slicked Junior up. Then he pulled me onto my back, got between my legs, and began lubing up my hole. First one finger, then two, then three. And he knew just where my button was, massaging it, making me hot, making Sneaky hard.
"Do it real slow, babe. This has got to last us a week."
"Right. Slow it is."
True to his word, he did everything in slow motion. He never hurts me when he enters me, but it was really exciting to feel him slipping Junior up my chute sooo slowly. Long, slow strokes, all the way in, almost all the way out. Gentle. Tender. Incredibly hot.
The sheet under us was still sticky from our first time, and the bed smelled strongly of cum. But it was so beautiful. I was glad we were in the dark, for my eyes filled with tears. I was so lucky to have this man. I didn't know quite how I was going to cope with being away from him for a week. Lots of solitary beating off, probably. Maybe thinking about all that is why I didn't come. It was great anyway. I loved every perfect minute of it. Tim came again. A lot, from all the spasming he did. After Junior went soft, Timmy pulled out.
"You haven't come," he said. I couldn't see him very well, but he sounded really concerned.
"Don't imagine I will now. Don't worry about it. Just come here and let me hold you."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, babe."
So, messy as we were, we held each other again. Tim dozed off after a while. I didn't ever get back to sleep that night. I kissed him occasionally as he slept.
TREY:
The morning after Mark and Ced's party, I helped Chaz get his gear in his Tahoe (big guy, big SUV) and head off for home. There were no affectionate farewells. When everything was loaded, he gave me a casual wave, hopped in, and drove off. I hated to see him leave with things so unresolved between us. It just seemed the time was never right to talk about it. I don't really know what I would have said anyway. I did know I was going to miss old Chaz.
The day after Chaz left, I helped Raul haul his stuff to our place. My RX 300 has a lot more cargo capacity than his convertible. He had his computer, a lot more books than Chaz, some cd's, and a surprising amount of clothes.
Sunday was really warm for the end of May. Raul asked if there was anywhere around to go swimming. I was a little dubious this early, but told him there was a nice long stretch of beach at Mentor Headlands State Park on Lake Erie. Nothing would do but that we had to go.
We changed into speedos and then put shorts on over those. I grabbed the sunblock and some beach towels. We took t- shirts but didn't wear them since we were taking his Beamer-with the top down, of course. Traffic was light, so we got there in a little over an hour. It was a beautiful day, the temperature in the mid 80's. The sun and the breeze felt good on our skin as we drove. The music system in his car was fantastic, and it was really great to relax, listen to the tunes, and occasionally exchange comments with Raul.
When we got to the beach, despite the sunshine, there weren't many people there. We should have known why. We walked along the water's edge until we found a place where there were no people within about a hundred yards. We put our towels down, shucked out of our cargos and shoes, and ran for the water.
Let me tell you, we found out right away what ball-chilling, cock-shrinking cold is. I mean, late May or not, Lake Erie was frigid. I was almost paralyzed the moment I hit the water. I looked over at Raul, whose lips were already blue. "Shit, Trey, you didn't tell me it would be like Antarctica," he said, managing a smile as he shivered.
"Hey, dude, don't look at me. I've only been here before at the end of summer, when the lake's really nice. I sure as hell didn't know it was going to be like this."
We went back and put our towels around our shoulders and sat on the sand for a while. It didn't take us long to thaw in the warm sun. We decided to work on our tans, so we spread the towels side by side on the sand and lay down on them. It felt wonderful to just lie there and soak up the rays and unwind from finals. We had a week before summer classes began, and therefore no immediate cares. I was thinking I was pretty lucky to have such a great group of friends. Lucky, too, that the whole thing with Tim wasn't the disaster it could have been. I realized what a remarkable man he is. So cute when he and Ced are together. But tough when he needs to be. Brilliant, for sure. Sensitive. Wicked sense of humor. I was looking forward to his summer course. Raul and I were going to the bookstore on Monday and pick up the books we were supposed to read. Ced had given me a syllabus, and we planned to get started early on the reading. There was a lot of stuff to get through in five weeks.
As I was lying there thinking about all that, I felt Raul's hand on my dick. He just casually laid his hand on my package and started rubbing slowly.
"Raul," I squawked, "what in hell are you doing?"
"Chill, Trey, the nearest people are over a hundred meters away. No one will see anything."
"Even so, man, you startled me! And you need to be very careful about doing things like that around here. People see you doing that and we might wind up bodies in the lake."
He laughed. "Roll over on your side, facing me."
I did. He lay on his side, facing me.
"Now," he said, "no one could see us unless they were directly overhead. And that family over there can't see what we are doing."
Then he began to stroke my cock again. It didn't take long before it was hard and sticking up out of my speedo. I couldn't just lie there and let him do that, so I began to rub him. Soon his long dick was sticking out of his speedo, too, almost to his belly button. Then he took his hand off my package, put his thumb under my chin with his fingers along my cheek and pulled me toward him. He gave me another one of those hot tongue fucks like he had done a few days earlier. Soon, we were pressed up against each other, grinding our cocks together, sucking face like nobody's business.
Then someone cleared their throat. "I think you two had better cut that out. If you don't, I'm sure there's something I could arrest you for."
When we looked up, there stood a park ranger in her green uniform. She was big, square, and ugly, but she was actually smiling at us. I was mortified. Not only had we been caught kissing in public, but our cocks were both sticking way above the tops of our speedos. And the ranger would have to be a woman!
"You boys behave yourselves now," the ranger said as she turned to walk on down the beach."
Raul and I hastily tried to stuff our cocks back into our swim trunks. Then he looked at me and we both exploded with laughter.
"Tigre," Raul said, still grinning broadly, "you were right. I nearly got us into much trouble. I shall follow your example and be more circumspect, my friend."
"That dance took two, buddy," I said. I agreed silently that we needed to be a lot more careful.
We just lay in the sun for about another hour. I used some of the sunblock, but Raul, with his darker skin, didn't need any. Finally we put our cargos and shoes back on and headed for the car. We were hungry by that time, so we stopped at a Wendy's for burgers and fries on the way home. Raul wanted to know why they made their burgers square. I couldn't tell him. "An interesting marketing strategy," he mused.
When we got home, we both needed to shower. Since Raul was new to the place, I told him he could go first. Chaz and I tossed a coin, usually, when we both needed to get clean. Since my speedo and cargos were pretty sandy, I took them off and put them into the washer. Then I wandered into the kitchen and got myself a glass of o.j. By the time I had finished that, I heard the water shut off in the shower, so I headed for my room to take off my sandals, the only things I was wearing. Raul came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped demurely around his hips.
Seeing me standing there naked in my bedroom doorway, he flashed his brilliant smile, looked me up and down, and said, "Very tasty, amigo!" He went on into Chaz's room, as I went into the bathroom.
After my shower I walked into the bedroom, toweling my hair.
"You have beautiful hair, Trey. You should wear it longer, to show it off. Your friends call you `Tiger.' But with your hair longer, you would look like a leon." He pronounced it the Spanish way "lay-ON."
"Ya think?" I answered, the towel still over my head. Then I dropped the towel to get into some clothes. Raul was lying naked on my bed!
"Damn, man!" I said. "Is there a Spanish equivalent for `subtle'?"
He flashed me that toothy smile, and his dark eyes sparkled. "Why be subtle at a time like this? I want you. I have wanted you for many months. I think you are - not uninterested in me, shall we say?"
I thought of Chaz. I looked at Raul. As often as I had seen him in the showers, even though he had come grinding his cock against my stomach (fully clothed), and despite our escapade on the beach earlier, I had never until now seen his cock fully hard. I thought of Chaz. I thought of Sue- Ann. My cock began to fill.
"See," Raul said, "your handsome dick likes me. Come here, leon."
I never thought my tool was handsome. Most guys' cocks are pink, like their skin. (Except for Ced's, of course.) But when mine gets hard, it turns reddish-purple. Sort of gross, I think. But it was pointing toward Raul, and I followed it.
When I was standing beside the bed, Raul got off the bed and dropped to his knees. Grabbing my dick with his right hand, be began to lick it like it was a popsicle. I don't leak as much as some guys, but it wasn't long before my dick began oozing. Raul tongued the slit to get it, and I jumped. I don't remember a woman ever doing that before. And this was the first time since that one time in high school that a man had ever touched my cock, except when Chaz was shaving me.
Raul took me in his mouth and bobbed up and down a couple of times. Then he took it all. I had to grab his head for balance. What a feeling! I ran my fingers through his mop of curly black hair as he sucked, and I DO mean sucked on me, trying not to grab his hair by the handful.
I had my head thrown back and my eyes shut when he let go of my shaft. He was still sucking and bobbing, just not holding on. Then he put his hand on my face and stuck his middle finger in my mouth. I began to suck on it, which is what he seemed to want. Whoever would have thought how hot that could be? I was sucking like a baby on a tit, when he took the finger away, stuck his hand between my legs, and pressed the wet finger against my hole.
He began slowly working the finger, past the ring, into my chute. Wow! I'd had Tim's finger there recently, but nobody ever did that while they were sucking me. What a trip! Raul must have had lots of experience doing this. He certainly knew what he was doing. He massaged my nut as he sucked and slurped my tool. I'd never had a b.j. like that before, and being with Raul all day had kept me sexually on edge.
It didn't take much more of that before I knew I was going to come, and I told Raul so.
I thought I should warn him even though I suspected he would swallow my cum. He surprised me by pulling off.
"Spray it all over my face, Trey!"
`Whatever floats your boat,' I thought. It only took a couple of pumps with my hand, and I did what he wanted. It had been a while, so I had stored up a good supply. By the time I had finished, he had cum from his hair to his chin. And what a turn-on that was, to see him there on his knees, smiling up at me, with all that jizz on his face. My jizz.
"Tigre, don't think I am unwilling to swallow your , uh, cum. But here is what I want you to do, hombre. Lick it all off my face, but don't swallow it."
I wasn't sure about that. All that cum? My own? Sure, I had tasted my cum. Who hasn't? But they were always tentative little tastes. Licking Raul's face, on the other hand, seemed like a great idea, so I set to licking. It was hard to lick the stuff and store it in my mouth without swallowing, but I managed. And slurping on his face was a real turn-on. When I finished, I straightened up.
Raul stood up, too. "Now, leon, kiss me and let me taste your wonderful cream."
First I opened my mouth to show him what I had collected from his face. Then I grabbed his curly hair and pulled him toward me. We kissed. His tongue swabbed my mouth, taking cum with it into his. How raunchy! How hot! Tongues entwined, swapping spit, transferring cum. My cum, from my mouth to his!
My limp cock was getting hot, hard, and purple again. That reminded me Raul hadn't had any relief yet. I sank to my knees to suck him, but he reached down, grabbed each arm, and pulled me back up.
"No, no, Senor Leon." He managed to look both sinister and seductive. "That's not what I have in mind." We'd been standing beside the bed the whole time, and he pushed me backward onto it. He grabbed my ankles and swung me around so that I was lying lengthwise rather than across the bed. Then he crawled between my legs. I thought he was going to suck me again, but instead he began rimming me.
Now there was an experience I'd never had before! It was pretty amazing when he had his fingers up my ass, but this was incredible! I soon caught on that he wasn't primarily trying to give me pleasure. He was just using his mouth, tongue, and spit to get me lubed up. The he spat on his hand and spread it over that very long, hard cock. I wondered if maybe we should have saved some of that cum.
I was very much aware that the only cock I'd ever had up my ass was Tim's modest tool. Raul's was as long as Chaz's, though not such a bludgeon. I had wanted Chaz to do me, but I care for Chaz. I wasn't sure what I felt about Raul, except that he was one hot and horny fucker who was about to fuck me. It was call this off now or take it. Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound, as my English grandma used to say. Besides, what he had been doing with his tongue made my ass want to reach out and grab him.
I raised my butt off the bed a little, and Raul stuck a pillow under it. Then he began sticking his hard rod into me. I wish he had used something slicker than spit because it hurt going in more than Tim had hurt me. I grunted, and he stopped.
"Sorry, amigo. I'll wait a moment."
"Thanks, man," I said. When the pain subsided, I opened my eyes, looked at him, and nodded. He looked me in the eye, grinned, and rammed the rest of that long dong into me. I said something like "Oh, shit!!" It felt as if my whole insides were being rearranged. Certainly it made me long for Tim's nice dick there instead of Raul's.
Reminding myself that he had been trying to get off all day and hadn't, I said,"OK, stud, go ahead."
Did he ever go ahead! He kept looking at me, smiling, his eyes boring into mine. And he began to pump, slowly at first, then faster and faster. The feeling of fullness subsided somewhat, and he began to hit my button on just about every stroke. We got wild together. He was completely silent, but the procession of looks on his face was fascinating. He smiled, he grinned, he grimaced, he looked pained, he looked angry; but he looked steadily at me. I was mesmerized by the feelings associated with being fucked for the second time in my life, with having such a big cock inside me, and with his constant hammering of my nut.
For somebody who had wanted to get his rocks off all day, he took long enough to come. He fucked and he fucked and he fucked. You wouldn't believe this was the same guy who came in his pants on top of me in that bed a week earlier. Whatever the cause, he took much longer to come than Tim had or than I ever had when I was on top of either man or woman. Maybe he knew how to hold it back to prolong the pleasure. I didn't care, though, because I was fully into his hard, steady, intense, rhythmic plowing of my ass.
Having just come, I didn't expect to have another orgasm. Even without the prospect of coming again, though, I was enjoying the coupling as much, I think, as Raul. We got sweaty together, began to breathe hard together, and then he came. He had never made any effort to kiss me or touch my cock. As he had the week before, he arched his back, shut his eyes, threw his head back and shuddered. And came. And came. I could actually feel his cock's spasms inside me, seven or eight times, I think.
He held his position for a moment while his cock deflated. He pulled out and rolled onto his side. Then he lay on his back, hands clasped behind his head. "Do you know you sounded like you were growling while I fucked you, leon? I knew you'd be one hot lay! Gracias, amigo!"
Mercy Miss Lucy,' I thought. This is going to be one hell of a summer!' Then: `I wonder what Chaz is doing.'
(Chapter 14, "Cedric at Home," will be posted in about two weeks. -T.M.)