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In the world of this story, the characters don't always use condoms. In the real world, you should care enough about yourself and others to always practice safe sex.
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My indispensable buddy Tom W. wrote part of the last scene of this chapter, but it's been passed back and forth so much we can't tell which of us wrote what. Tom is about to post chapter 6 of "The TNT Files" in the Adult Friends section. That tells a little about how this chapter came to be written. It also has some wild cyber sex in it. I think you will enjoy it. .
I dedicated the previous episode of this story to Evan Bradley because he had given Tommy and me lots of help with it. Since chapter 16 appeared, Evan has posted chapter 43 of "Ambush." In his preface, he says some very gracious things about me, things I'm sure I don't deserve. He also tells us that chapter 43 is the final installment of what has to be one of the finest tales ever to appear under Nifty's auspices. Without Evan's encouragement, moreover, I would never have undertaken the writing of "Dr. Tim and the Boys." Without his ongoing advice, it would have been a much poorer story. Lion, "Ambush" will always be my favorite story -- until your next one appears. You teach us all, my friend! --T.M.
Timmead88@yahoo.com Chapter 17: End of Term
TIM:
Except for seeing Ced only on weekends, it had been a good summer so far. I had enjoyed being able to teach the Lost Generation course. Several of the students were not traditional college age, older, even, than me. They were fun to work with, interested, willing to do the long readings I required. Most of them were eager to get involved in the conversations. Two of the best, though, were Trey and Steve. Raul, Trey's summer roommate, was another story. He was bright enough. His English is nearly impeccable. He just didn't seem to enjoy what we were doing. I suspect he was more interested in tennis and his social life.
As that first summer term neared its end, I was looking forward to being free for the rest of the summer to work on my dissertation. The challenge was to turn it into a publishable book. Both Randolph Clarke at Kenyon and Gwen Fairchild at the University were urging me to do that. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
Three interesting things happened during the last week of the term.
Thinking it was time to see how things were going with Steve Metz, after class one day I asked him to stop by my office when he could.
He smiled as broadly as I've ever seen him smile and said, "Hey, professor, I need to see you, too. Can I come by this afternoon?"
"Sure, Steve, you know my hours."
He appeared promptly, carrying a large manila envelope. He had more tan than he had in the spring. Although he was only a couple of inches taller than me, he carried himself straight, and there was a smile on his full lips.
"So, Steve," I began. "You've done a fine job in the course, as I knew you would. That was a solid, well-written analysis of Faulkner's `Soldier's Pay'."
"Dr. Mead, you were right. I've loved the reading. I've totally enjoyed the course. Thanks for having faith in me. Nobody else ever seemed to think I could do much in school, so I sort of tried to prove they were right."
"Well, unless you really bomb the final, you're headed for an A, as I think you know. Congratulations. And good luck."
He smiled and nodded.
"Now, how are things going outside class?"
Then he beamed as he told me all about the gang of young kids who'd become his "fan club" at the pool. I had heard something about that from Trey, but I didn't tell him so.
"And that brings me to why I wanted to see you. Because I didn't know what else to do, I declared an English major this spring."
"Yes, I was happy to see that."
"Well, sorry to disappoint you, professor, but I think now I understand what I really want to do. You know my dad's a doctor?"
"Yes, I remember your telling me."
"And he wanted me to go to med school, until I screwed up my chances of doing that by goofing off in school."
"Yeah, you told me that, too. I think you also said you weren't interested in being a doctor."
"I'm still not. But I am applying for entrance into the University's nursing program. I want to become a pediatric nurse." His enthusiasm was written all over his face. "And I wondered if you would write a recommendation for me. I don't have very many people who would say good things about my abilities as a student."
"Steve, that's wonderful! Was it your experience with the kids this summer that brought you to this decision?"
"Uh huh. I can't explain it, but being able to really help kids that age sounds like something I can see myself doing for the rest of my life. Up until now, nothing ever appealed to me much. My old man isn't happy, though. He thinks it's a come-down for a doctor's son to be something as `insignificant' as a nurse. But this is something I want to do.
"Well, I'm sorry about your dad, but I'll be glad to write you a recommendation, and I'll have no trouble finding good things to say about you."
He handed me the envelope, which I put on top of the stack of things in my inbox.
He rose to go, but he paused.
"Was there something else, Steve?"
"Oh, just something weird. Yesterday when I left the pool to go home, I found this on my windshield, stuck under the wiper blade."
He handed me a standard-sized sheet of printer paper. On it was, in the largest possible font, "FAG!"
"Who would do something like that? I'm not queer."
"I can't imagine. Did you report it to the police?"
"No, I don't know what they could have done. Oh, well, see you in class tomorrow, Dr. Mead. And thanks."
"Glad to help, Steve. See you tomorrow."
Trey occasionally stopped by my office after class just to chat. He told me he missed Chaz. One day, he seemed particularly at loose ends, so I asked him to come over to Ced's and my place for dinner. He lighted up at that and asked what he could bring.
"Do you like lamb?"
"DO I!"
"OK, I'll stop by the Fresh Market and get some lamb chops for the grill. I think instead of potatoes, we'll have rice. I've a recipe I've been meaning to try, and you can be my guinea pig. How about you bring a bottle of merlot? I hear you're a wine drinker these days."
"That sounds great. About six?"
"Great, Trey. Come casual. I'll be in shorts and a tee, probably."
"Thanks, Tim, I'm looking forward to it."
"Well, I hope you are free for the evening. We can just relax and hang out together."
He smiled his once-more sleepy smile, winked one hazel eye at me, and left.
As cold as the winters are, it can get pretty hot in northern Ohio by the end of June, and that day turned out to be a scorcher. I had decided that, though I'd grill the chops, we'd eat inside where it was air conditioned. Not to make the occasion stuffy, however, I set the kitchen table for Trey and me.
He arrived a few minutes before six. After we had exchanged a hug, he said, "Let's get the cork pulled on this red so it can breathe a while."
"You ARE becoming the wine expert," I said, chuckling. "Tell you what. I have a partially full bottle of red in the fridge. Let's open yours, as you suggested, and let it breathe. Meanwhile, we can pour ourselves some of what's already open. It will be a little too cool, but it will warm up very quickly."
I had the briquettes waiting in the grill, so I stepped outside onto a torrid patio, lighted them, and scurried back inside. Trey had found the wine and the glasses and was pouring each of us a drink when I got back. I rinsed some baby carrots and put them in a bowl alongside a bowl of ranch dip. He helped me carry all that into the living room. The rice was already simmering, and I could fix a salad while the chops were on the grill.
As he sat opposite me, Trey looked good enough to eat. Even though it was summer, he was wearing his tawny hair a little longer than he had in the spring. He had on an olive collared tee, khaki shorts, and sandals without socks. When we were close to each other, I noticed that he was wearing some aftershave that wasn't Eternity. I took that to be a good sign.
The remarkable thing was that there was no sexual tension between us. We were just very comfortable together, like two brothers. He lifted his glass and said, "Cheers!"
"Cheers!" We sipped and smiled at each other.
With our wine and later during dinner, we chatted about the course, about the writers he had especially liked, and about his distaste for Fitzgerald (don't blame him much there). I asked about his brother. He told me he hadn't seen Rob since Easter break because he hadn't been back to Richmond but that he planned to go home the week after the upcoming party at Stan's.
I had cut two slices of frozen key lime pie and set them out to thaw as we ate. That made a cool finish to our meal.
Trey helped me load the dishwasher. I offered coffee, but he declined, so we went back and sat down in the living room.
"Tim, we were talking about your course a while ago. I need to ask you something related to that sort of thing."
"What's that?"
"I want to change my major."
"Oh?"
"Can I trust you to be honest with me?"
"Do you have to ask?"
"OK." He took a deep breath. "Here goes."
I waited.
"What would you think if I majored in English and planned to go on to grad school?"
"You're thinking of teaching?"
"Yes, if I'm good enough."
"Of course you're good enough. The question is why you want to teach."
He paused, apparently gathering his thoughts. "Well, let me start with why I want to teach English. I can't think of anything more fun that getting to talk about literature for a living."
"Trey, I have news for you, babe. English professors, and I assume you're thinking of college teaching, spend a lot more time preparing for classes and reading student papers and even teaching things like freshman comp than they do actually talking about literature."
"Oh, I know that. But I still think I'd like it. Now, here's the thing. I've told you that my dad and my uncle have taught Robbie and me that we have to find some way to `put back'."
I nodded.
"Well, not to sound corny, but I've come to think of teaching as a fine profession. I admire so much what you do with and for your students. I can't think of anything I'd rather do than try to be a good prof."
"Really? I am touched, Trey. But I have to admit that a certain amount of altruism is essential if one is going to be successful and happy as a college professor."
"So, would you be willing to be my advisor?"
"Gladly, if that's what you really want. Do you think you'll be able to fulfill all the requirements for the major in English by time to graduate next spring?"
"Probably not. But I wouldn't mind staying around for an extra semester. Then I could apply for admission to grad school somewhere to start mid-year."
"Sounds like you've thought it all out. I hope you know that I'll do everything I can to help." Then I winked and said, "Except give you a better grade than you deserve in my course."
"Hey," he laughed, "I thought I had aced the course!"
"Well, not to tell tales out of school, I can't imagine your not getting an A."
Trey excused himself to go to the john. When he got back, I asked, "How are things going with your summer roomie?"
He took a minute or two, seeming to ponder the question.
"Tim, I'm going to take advantage of that bond you and I have, OK?"
"Sure."
"This is brother-to-brother, not student-to-prof, right?"
"Yes, Trey."
"Raul and I have been fucking like bunnies all summer!"
The image of the two of them was incredibly hot. I think I laughed, probably at his choice of simile.
"Seriously, Tim, Raul is one hot and randy guy. He's insatiable. And he has no fear. He'll do it anywhere. One afternoon we were driving around out in the country with the top down on his Beamer. He went down a dirt road, pulled under a tree in a field, and told me we were going to make out on the hood of his car."
Intrigued, I asked, "So, what happened?"
"It was a comedy of errors. First of all, the car is black. The hood was so hot from the sun and the heat of the motor that we couldn't touch it. Then he got a couple of beach towels from the back and put them on the hood. He actually persuaded me to strip. There wasn't a house or even a barn in sight, and we were a long way from a paved road, but someone COULD have come by. I was worried and excited at the same time, and hard as a rock."
I just waited for him to continue.
"Well, we both got naked, but every time he tried to lie on the towels on the hood of the car, they kept slipping off, so we wound up doing it on the ground beside the car. It's quite a sensation to be plowing somebody in the open air with the breeze riffling the hairs on your ass!"
I laughed and said I imagined it was.
Trey's smiled faded. "But, Tim, here's the thing. Raul is sexy -- and oversexed. It's been fantastic in a way. But it's not very satisfying . . ."
"Because?"
"Because what I want is what you and Ced have. I want a guy that's not just sexy, but a guy I can love. I want a one-to-one committed relationship. I never thought I'd hear myself saying that sex twice a day wasn't enough, but that's the way I feel."
"Can I ask you, little brother, whether you have a specific guy in mind?"
He smiled and said, "Yeah, you can ask. And I'll tell you. Now that he's been gone for over a month, I realize how much I miss Chaz and how much I want him."
That was a surprise. "Aren't you barking up the wrong tree there?"
"Well, here's where I have to trust you to keep a brother's secret. OK?"
"Yes, Trey."
"Chaz and I had one beautiful night of sex a few days before the end of spring term. It was Chaz who instigated it, but after that we never spoke of it again."
I uttered a very un-professorial "Wow! So you don't know how he's feeling about all that now?"
"No, but I intend to find out when he gets here. He's coming up on Friday, the 5th, and we'll pick you and Ced up to go to Meadville the next morning."
"What about Raul?"
"I sort of encouraged him to be absent. That was cool with him because he's been invited to go to Toledo for the whole weekend of the 4th. So I plan to get some things clear with my big friend."
"Well, Trey, you know I wish you luck, if Chaz is really the guy."
"He's been my best friend for three years, Tim. I have always loved him. But it took all that meaningless sex with Raul to show me that what I really want is Chaz."
"Do you have any idea how he feels about you?"
"Well, as I said, we've been best buds for three years. He was beautiful that night we were together in my bed. I'm hoping we can build on that." He stood. "It's getting late, and I have my final exam in Lost Generation to study for. The prof's a real slave driver, you know. So I'd best be getting home."
I laughed and stood. We hugged.
"Thanks for dinner, Tim, and thanks for listening. You know I love you, don't you?"
"Yeah, Trey, I know. I hope you and Chaz get together, babe."
The third thing that happened that last week was a visit to my office by Gwen Fairchild. She tapped on the doorframe and, when I looked up, came in and shut the door. I hadn't even managed to stand up before she sat down facing me.
"Tim, we need to talk."
"Am I in trouble?"
"Not yet, dear, but you may be if you aren't more careful."
"Gwen, what's all this about?"
She gave me a wry smile and said, "Timothy, I don't care if you are gay, but if you want a future here at the University, you've got to be more circumspect."
I was stunned. What did Gwen know? I cleared my throat, swallowed, and said, "Gay?"
"If you're not, you're certainly doing a good job of pretending. I saw you holding hands with Stanley Mason at Stefan's that night, you know. I think I told you that I had practically flung myself at his feet once. Perhaps I'm vain, but when he brushed me off with that dazzling smile of his, I decided he had to be gay. He certainly was being touchy-feely with your waiter at Stefan's. Add in the fact that whenever Ced Jones comes into this office, he closes the door, and what does one conclude?"
"What DOES one conclude, Gwen?"
"Frankly, Tim, I don't give a rat's ass if you're gay. I want to keep you here at the University. You're the best young person we've had in the department in a long time, and I want to see you have the career you deserve. I'd like that career to be at this university, not somewhere else."
I managed to stammer my thanks.
"But sweetheart, there are some homophobic old dragons in this department, men who will be voting on your future promotions, voting, probably on your tenure. You can't afford to alienate them. We have gay faculty members and lots of gay students. This isn't Podunk U, after all. But you do need to keep a low profile."
"I see."
"And you might want to keep in mind that the University does have regulations against professor-student liaisons. I don't think they are rigorously enforced. After all, at a university this big, who's keeping track? But, Tim, I just don't want to see you mess up what is a very promising career here. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Gwen. I understand what you are saying, and I'm grateful for your concern. I really do appreciate what you have done to help me get and keep this job. You've given me a lot to think about. So thanks for all of that."
She rose, smiled, and said "A word to the wise." Then she went back down the hall toward her office, leaving me with, as I had told her, a lot to sort out.
Ced and I HAD been pretty reckless in my office. It's a wonder we weren't caught in the act. Or various acts. One day, after he closed and locked the door and we had our usual kiss, he undid my pants, pulled them and my boxers down, and proceeded to give me a blowjob. Having to be quiet while he sucked me, unable to moan or verbalize the pleasure I felt, made the experience all the more intense. I also think the risk of being caught added to the heat of the moment. Damn, we were becoming real sluts, right there in the English Department building! When I came, he swallowed it all, kissed me, and said he had to go. I barely had my shorts and pants back up when he winked at me and left.
One Saturday morning I was at my desk marking papers. The building was pretty deserted, though there were a few other hardy souls in their offices performing the same slavery I was. Ced, who always kept track of me, popped in, smiling as usual.
We went through the door-locking, lip-locking routine. Then it was MY turn. I unfastened the button on his shorts, allowing them to drop to the floor. I had to pull the waistband of his Calvins out to get it over his woodie. There was already a moist spot -- from our kiss, apparently. (And I think I have a leakage problem!) I let his briefs drop. Then I turned him around and pushed him down onto the desk. There he was, bent over, beautiful bronze ass in readiness. What was I to do?
He began to giggle when I started to rim him, so I had to bite his butt to remind him to be quiet. I continued tongue-fucking his hole while he kept up a running but whispered commentary on how good it felt. Before either of us knew what was happening, he came. All over my desk, he came. Fortunately nothing actually landed on any of the student papers there, but one blob of spunk came dangerously close. I got some Kleenex, and we cleaned him and the desk the best we could, giggling softly as we did. I had so much precum in my boxers I had to take them down and swab it up so it wouldn't soak through my khakis. Ced pulled himself together and went off to a baseball game or something while I went back to marking papers -- with a boner that just wouldn't go away.
Obviously, I needed to talk about all this with Ced the next time he came. If Gwen had suspicions about what we were doing -- or any of my other colleagues, God forbid! -- he and I needed to cool it. We were, after all, having sex every night, sometimes more than once a night, until the spring term ended. We were just doing the office stuff because it was especially exciting, I think.
So, Professor Mead, you need to get your act together, to start being responsible, to start setting a better example for Cedric. Yeah, right!
TREY:
"I was dying to get to you, I was dreaming while I drove The long straight road ahead, Could taste your sweet kisses, Your arms open wide. This fever for you is just burning me up inside!"
The fourth of July this year was on a Thursday. Ced spent the day with his parents. He was to come to campus on Friday, spend the day with Tim, and we'd all go to Meadville together first thing Saturday for Stan and Mark's cookout.
Tim left on Wednesday night to go home to Belpre. His parents had been complaining that he hadn't come home for a long time, so he wanted to spend that night and most of the Fourth with them. There was going to be some sort of family gathering with lots of food and cousins at their house. He was to make the three-hour drive back to campus after supper on Thursday. When he found out I was going to be alone, he invited me to come home with him. I didn't want to horn in on his time with his folks, so I made some excuse about needing the day to get ready for the trip I was making back home to Richmond the following week.
Raul left with Jason, a tennis team buddy of ours, to go to Toledo for the long weekend. Fortunately. I didn't need him around while Chaz was there. It was going to be chancy enough as it was.
Chaz said he was trapped with the family all day on the fourth and there was something going on Friday morning, so he'd leave Cincinnati in the early afternoon and be at our place by supper. We'd have the evening together. And the NIGHT. And go to Meadville with Tim and Ced on Saturday morning. Stan had said to come as early as we could, and that we'd eat mid-afternoon. We were all planning to come back to campus that night. Chaz would have to drive back to Cincinnati and Ced back to Cleveland on Sunday.
It was pretty lonely on the 4th with all the guys away. Everything at the university was closed for the holiday, so I couldn't work out or swim. There was no one around for tennis. I took the opportunity to sleep in, though, and didn't get up until about 10:00. I jogged a while before breakfast. Then I messed around doing laundry and generally getting my stuff organized for the trip home Monday. That afternoon I watched some of a game between the Indians and the Blue Jays. The Tribe was having an off day in a not particularly good season, so I finally switched the tv off.
About 5:00 it occurred to me that I hadn't eaten lunch because breakfast was so late. I felt like some comfort food, so I baked some biscuits that I took out of a bag in the freezer, made some sausage gravy, fixed some coffee and had myself a down-home supper. Later, when I was getting really bored, I rummaged around to see what sort of VHS tapes or dvd's were in the cabinet under the tv. I found a gay porn dvd that Raul had apparently left there. There was no plot, of course, just a lot of different scenes of guys getting it on. The last one was two tall guys in basketball uniforms sucking, rimming, and fucking on a bench in a locker room.
That reminded me so much of Chaz that I went to bed, jacked off slowly, and went to sleep.
I was in a tizzy on Friday waiting for Chaz to arrive. I am usually a pretty calm guy. I don't get nervous or upset easily. Some people have said that those steady nerves are part of why I'm good on the court. I don't know about that, but I was nervous as a cat all day. I decided I had to find out how he really felt about me. I was resolved to tell him about Raul and then tell him how much more he meant to me than Raul ever could. But, as I said, it was risky. I thought we really had made an important connection the night we fucked, but he never spoke of it afterward, even going so far as to tell me he'd been with Sue-Ann. He had only sent me a few terse emails about his summer, so I really had no idea what he was doing, or if he had any friends, male or female, there at home.
I decided that I was silly to pace around like a love-sick teenager and then chuckled to think that I was a love-sick twenty-something. I turned on the tv and found another Indians/Blue Jays game. I watched for a while. The staying up to get ready for finals must have caught up with me, though, because I went to sleep in the chair.
The next thing I knew, I felt someone riffle my hair. Then I heard Chaz softly say "Hey dude." I opened my eyes and looked up. And up. He was sitting on the arm of my chair, but even so he towered above me. He smiled down at me with his sexy, lop-sided smile.
I was mesmerized, caught in his gaze for one long second. In fact, I began leaning toward him, before the adrenaline kicked-started my brain and I jumped up, all sleepiness gone.
"Chaz, it's great to see you, man. How was your trip? How are your folks? How's your summer been going?"
Still smiling, he said, "Tiger, it's not like you to babble." Then he gave me a rather tentative hug and said, "It's great to see you, too."
That hug felt fantastic, made me want to just melt into it and hope Chaz'd understand that wordless declaration. But I decided against it. This was the most important thing in my life. I was not going to trick my way into it. So I pulled myself together.
"Can I help you get your stuff out of the car?"
"No, thanks, babe. I've already brought everything in. You were sleepin' pretty good there. Where's Raul?"
"Sorry I was asleep. Raul's in Toledo with a friend. Except for going to Markie's tomorrow, it's just you and me for the whole weekend."
"That's good, Trey, `cause we need to talk."
"Oh, yeah, we do. How about we go get something to eat and then come back here?"
"No need. I stopped and got burgers and fries and coleslaw. Got any beer?"
"Do you have to ask? Would I be out of beer knowing my best bud was coming?"
"Well, let's get at it before it all gets cold."
We didn't quite make it. The burgers were still slightly warm, but the fries were stone cold. Oh, well, at least the beer was the right temperature. As we munched and sipped, we chatted about his park job and the class I had taken with Tim.
He told me about this girl, Dawn, he had worked with. My heart sank until he said he had really disliked her for about the first three weeks and then decided that she wasn't bad. He went on to say that they had never dated or anything like that.
Then he asked, "Tiger, you still got the hots for Tim?"
"You know, Big Guy, that's a good question. I don't think I do any more. Tim and I have spent a lot of time together, in class and out, and I think we've come to a new sort of relationship."
"Want to tell me about it?"
"It's more like we were brothers, almost like twin brothers. I feel really close to him. Sometimes we intuit what the other is thinking. We even dreamed about each other. (I wasn't going to tell Chaz about the content of our dreams, though.) I feel close to Tim, like we have this really deep bond. But I'm sure he and I will never have sex. He's really wrapped up in Ced. Oh, by the way, they had a super weekend together in Cleveland, he tells me, a couple of weeks ago."
"I suppose Ced's folks were OK with Ced and Tim?"
"Well, you've met them. They're pretty great people. And Tim says they were very welcoming to him."
"So how did you and Raul get on while I've been gone?"
"Chaz, is there a point to all of these questions?" God, I did sound like Tim, saying that! Chaz's reaction proved he'd noticed something, too. He looked almost scared, not his usual reaction toward me.
"No, just tryin' to catch up with your goings-on."
I could see this was important to him. And of course I had to be honest with him.
"Okay, buddy, I'm going to tell you, but I'll expect you to be equally honest about your experiences this summer. AND you have to promise to listen to what I have to say to you after that."
"OK."
I drew a deep breath.
"Raul and I have had sex."
Chaz's face was expressionless as he asked, "Was it good?"
"Well, he's a great-looking guy, and I can tell you he's a horn dog."
"And you didn't even wait till I was gone, right? You started right when you showed him my room!"
Oh shit. He had noticed, after all. I cleared my throat.
"Yeah, you're right about that." Of course Raul had jumped me that day, but I guess I could have stopped him.
Chaz's face still gave no sign of how he was feeling, but he rubbed his palms on his shorts as if they were sweaty. Then HE took a deep breath.
"Okay. I met this guy, David, Dawn's brother. He and I did it."
My heart sank. "And was it good?"
He seemed to think about that. Then he nodded and said, "Yeah, it was. Real good."
After that there was this terrible silence. I knew it was over between us, and I didn't know what to say.
While I was wondering how I could possibly explain that I'd had frequent sex with Raul but that I really wanted to be with him, Chaz drained his beer bottle, crumpled his napkin, and looked at me.
"Tiger, David and I had sex once. It was really, really hot. It was different from the night you and I did it."
Well, there it was. He'd found somebody he liked better than me. I felt like shit. Then I realized he was continuing.
"Trey, the sex David and I had was fantastic, just like it was when you and I did it. The difference is that -- oh, hell, I'm just gonna say it. I didn't feel anything special for David, and, man, you're my best friend. I didn't think I'd ever say this to a guy, but I love you. I don't want to have sex with anyone else. But it looks as if you've gone and hooked up with Raul."
"NO!" I almost shouted. "I'm not hooked up with Raul. I know just what you mean. Casual sex is pretty good for a while, but eventually it loses its appeal. Listen, big buddy, I've been missing you almost from the day you left. Do you think we could be lovers as well as best friends? Could we have something as fine as Ced and Tim have?
He needed a second to digest my words. Then his face broke out into the smile I love. "Little buddy, I'd sure like to try."
"Chaz, I've been so worried that after we had that night together you didn't like it or were disappointed or something with me or with mansex. I thought you might have taken up with Sue-Ann. I was afraid you would find some man -- or woman -- in Cincinnati, afraid that I had realized too late what I really wanted."
His face became solemn for a moment. I think there were tears in his eyes. Yeah, tears in the eyes of Chaz Greeley! Then the smile came back.
"Tiger, that's pretty damned amazing, dude! I got in a sweat when I realized that I missed my best buddy and we had all of Ohio between us. When I compared that night with David, as fantastic as it was, with what you and I had, I was scared to death you had forgotten me and had found someone else. I tried to call you once, but couldn't get you. Then I even tried to call Tim, but he wasn't home either. I finally got Ced, but he didn't help much. Or maybe he did. He told me to go with my feelings. I guess that's when I realized I had to at least tell you how I felt."
He paused. "Would you listen to me! When did I ever make a speech that long?"
"Chaz, baby, I think you should begin to shed that dumb jock pose. You're smart, and you're just discovering what you've been covering up -- that you're pretty sensitive, too. And that makes you vulnerable."
"God, Trey, you sound like Tim."
"Is that so bad, studly?"
There was that goofy smile again. "No, Tiger, that's not so bad. If you think of him like a brother, then I suppose he's going to be my brother-in-law. Who'd a thunk?"
Then he did the damndest thing. I'm about 165, and he picked me up and slung me over his shoulder and took me into his bedroom. When we got there, he put me down on the bed, but somehow in the process his hand was up my shorts to my butt. Since I was freeballing that evening, he had his middle finger in my crack before I knew what was happening.
"I think it's about time for us to, what`s the word?"
"Fuck?"
"No, you lowbrow. The word I was looking for is `consummate'."
I grinned. "I like the sound of that, big guy."
After weeks of frenetic sex with Raul, what followed that evening was slow and tender. I couldn't believe that in a couple of months the Chaz who was taunting Tim could be such a gentle lover. And he took charge. I stifled my instincts and just let him take the lead.
First, he undressed me, which didn't take long. Then he left me lying on my back and just stood there, looking down at me."
"Disappointed, tall one?"
"Nossir, I was admirin' the view."
He just stood there smiling. I began to want to cover up or wiggle or something. It was both very erotic and embarrassing to have him looking at me like that, not saying or doing anything. Except smiling.
"Charles," I said in mock exasperation, "help me out here. I don't know about you babe, but I'm horny as hell, and I've been waiting weeks for this. Are you gonna get undressed or what?"
"Ya think I should?"
"Well, idiot, I want to look at you. I want to see that demon dong of yours, up close and personal. If you don't take your clothes off, I'm going to have to take them off of you."
"Well, li'l Henry Lee, when you put it like that. . . ." He was out of his shirt, shorts, shoes and socks in a flash.
"When did you start wearing briefs?"
"I like the support, but I only wear them when no one is going to see me in them. I think they look dorky. Today, I thought I might jinx everything if I assumed you were going to see me in my underwear and wore boxers."
"OK, studly, enough discussion of haberdashery. Lose the briefs before you burst a hole in the front of them!" His boner was stretching the cotton to its limits, and there was a wet spot. I guess he must have liked what he saw. He shed the briefs and lay down on the bed beside me. We put our arms around each other and just lay there, my head against his shoulder. We stayed that way for a while. It was great to be there with my friend, holding him, being held by him, smelling his unique scent, knowing that we had finally recognized the truth of what we shared.
I became increasingly aware, however, of our hard cocks pressed between us. He must have been aware of them, too, for he began to slowly hump my belly. Of course I responded. It felt fantastic because it was pretty slick down there from all the precum.
He brushed his lips against mine, slowly. Then he began to lick my lips lightly with the tip of his tongue. I shivered, wondering where he had learned to do that. The kissing remained gentle, unhurried, but things at the other end were getting insistent.
"Chaz, I need you to claim me, babe."
He looked at me with concern. "Sure you're ready for this big thing of mine?"
"Oh, yeah, but you have to go slow, OK?"
"As slow as you want, but not yet. Lay on your back."
We let go of each other, and I rolled onto my back, my red, shiny cock pointing somewhere over the headboard. Chaz climbed between my legs and began licking my balls. Slowly. Tantalizingly. Occasionally he'd snuffle his nose between my balls and the base of my cock, and I'd jump each time. I was still marveling at how gentle he was. Big, macho, often-arrogant Chaz Greeley was tender, considerate, concerned with MY pleasure in a way that Raul never was. With Raul, it was hot, quick, sometimes rough, and always lots of fun. But what Chaz was doing was making love to me. Showing me he loved me, and that's what I had needed -- all my life!
And so it went. He moved from my balls to my cock, where he licked for a while. Finally, unable to stand it any longer, I pleaded with him.
"Chaz, take it in your mouth, suck on it, please!"
He gave me a wicked smile and slurped it in. Raul, who'd had lots of practice, obviously, could swallow the whole thing, fat as it is. Chaz seemed to want to do that, but he gagged a couple of times, and then coughed.
"It's OK, babe, if you'll just suck on the end of it. You don't have to take it all down." In the back of my mind I was thinking about deep-throating that monster of his at some point. That would be a challenge. I also knew that he would be sticking it up my chute before we were through that evening, and I both worried about that and longed for it.
Chaz quickly got into a comfortable bobbing, sucking motion. I just as quickly began to quiver. I had been about to come for so long that I couldn't hold back much longer. When I looked down at Chaz, he was looking back at me. I could see his cheek bulging with my rod as he slightly cocked his head and winked at me. That did it.
"You'd better get back, man, `cause I'm gonna blow!"
With my dick still in his mouth, he slowly moved his head from side to side, still smiling with those incredible pale blue eyes. I shuddered again, muttered something, I don't remember what, and exploded. It had been a couple of days, so when I came, I shot quite a load. Not quarts, like they say in those stories on Nifty, but more than usual. Chaz was doing his best to swallow it, but he couldn't keep up, so there was cum running down his chin. When my erection deflated, he gave it one last suck and then let it fall from his mouth. Then he took his finger, wiped the cum off his chin, and licked that.
"Tiger cum. Very tasty," he said, beaming at me.
"Come here and kiss me, you big brute," I said, laughing.
He promptly obliged, pulling himself up so he was on his hands and knees above me. I could taste my cum in his kiss, which lasted a long time.
When he came up for air, I said, "OK, buddy, now you've got to claim me!"
"You're sure, Tiger? Aren't you afraid it'll hurt?"
"It probably will, but I want you inside me."
Chaz gathered up the pillows and put them under my butt. Then he reached for the lube, put a gob on my pucker, greased up his tool, and began smearing it on his fingers. He seemed pretty sure of himself. I couldn't help wondering how much experience he'd had with that David guy. Anyway, he had learned his lessons well, for he soon had three fingers inside me, working them around, occasionally massaging my nut. Even though I had just come, I was writhing and moaning, and my cock was beginning to get hard again.
He climbed up so he could aim his cock at my hole. My butt was in the air, and I swear my hole must have been open and pulsing. He put my legs over his shoulders and then put a hand on each of my hips and pulled us together, so that the oozing tip of his big cock was just at my entrance.
"Now," he said, "you tell me how much, how fast, OK?"
I nodded. "Just go slow, babe."
He pushed, gently. At first nothing happened. Then it slipped through the first ring.
"Unnngghh!" I grunted.
He stopped. "You OK?"
"Yeah, give me some more, slowly."
Actually, I was surprised that, though Chaz's dick was bigger around than Raul's I didn't feel all that much difference at first. Burned a little. When he began pushing further, though, it did begin to hurt, and I must have winced. He looked at me again with concern on his face. I let him wait for a minute, and then nodded for him to continue. Eventually, after what seemed forever, I could feel his pubes on my ass. And it felt as if his dick was somewhere up around my sternum. They say size doesn't matter, that it's the "angle of the dangle." Maybe so, but it was the greatest of turn-ons for me to be so filled up with this sweet, gentle guy. A new Chaz was inside me, claiming me, making me feel --- complete at last.
And then it became intense. Once he knew he was totally buried in me, he began to move, slowly at first, just a little way in and a little way out, still afraid, I suspect, of hurting me.
"Yessss," I hissed, and he took that as his cue to pick up the pace. Soon he was long-dicking me, and when it's Chaz's dick, that's a lot of meat slipping in and out. Nothing I had experienced, not with Tim, not with Raul, could compare with that feeling of total union. I was in heaven. I closed my eyes, saw fireworks behind my eyelids, and gave myself up to the ride.
It was over too soon to suit me, but the poor guy had been waiting to come for what seemed like hours. Besides, I was pretty sure now there'll be lots more times.
"Ohmygod, Tiger, this is SO fantastic. I gonna come! You're SO great! Trey, I --, I -- "
He looked right at me, his ice-blue eyes wide, and exploded. I could feel his big tool expand, I could feel the hot jizz in my innards. He must have pumped a lot of stuff into me. It took him a good bit longer than it ever had Raul or Tim.
When he was finished, he put my legs down and leaned down to kiss me, supporting himself with his forearms on either side of me. Unlike the first time we had done this, Chaz was calling all the shots. I had the feeling that ours was going to be a turnabout relationship, with us trading being bottom and top. Both ways would be fine with me.
He finally pulled his mouth away from mine. Then he rested his forehead against mine, so we were nose to nose, eye to eye. "I love you, Tiger," he said.
"I love you, too, big guy."
And THAT,' I thought to myself, is what it's all about.'
(Some of you have been asking me for months when Trey and Chaz were going to recognize that they needed each other. Happy now, guys? BTW, If YOU have read this far in this story and haven't written me, I'd love to hear from you. Please email me at timmead88@yahoo.com. Chapter 18, "Full Circle," will be posted in two weeks or less. --T.M.)