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If you've read this far, you know that Tom W. is not only my editor but that he has occasionally written portions of the story. I'm happy to tell you that Tom has just posted the first chapter of his story, "The TNT Files," in the Adult Friends section of NIfty. You should definitely give it a look. It's a different kind of story, told mostly through a series of emails. OH, and shall I give you a little hint? TNT = Tom n Tim.
It's a pleasure to thank Evan, Patrick, Ash, Tom W. and Mickey for the great "writerly dialogue" we have going on. Overdue thanks go also to Mike and Tom J. for reading these chapters so carefully and making helpful comments.
Timmead88@Yahoo.com Chapter 11: More Therapy?
Following their new custom, Ced and Trey had gone to the University snack bar for coffee after their lit class. They were sitting apart, chatting.
"Ced, about this summer. Are you going to be in your dad's law office again?" Trey asked.
"Yeah, man. It's fuckin' slave labor. I'm not qualified to be a law clerk yet, so I'm really just a damned gopher."
"You didn't seem to mind too much last summer."
"I didn't have Tim last summer. He's going to be here, teaching. We'll only be able to get together for weekends. I wanted to stay here and take his course. It's the "Lost Generation" course that he's never gotten to teach before. But my old man said he needed me at home, so I'll be in Shaker during the week."
"Bummer."
"What about you, Tiger? You going back home?"
"No," Trey said, smiling, "I'm staying here and taking two courses, one in management, and the other, I've just decided, will be Tim's course."
Ced stared at Trey, trying to look menacing and failing completely, "You better keep your hands off Timmy, man, or you and me, we'll have SERIOUS issues!"
Trey smiled. "Relax, Ced. I know he's yours. I'll just keep an eye on him for you, see that he isn't seduced by some good-looking guy. Or chick."
Mollified, Ced smiled and said, "OK, I'll count on you to do that. And maybe we can get together some weekends. I'll be coming here for most of them, though I think my folks would be cool if I brought Tim home. I just don't know whether he's ready for that or not."
"Somehow, you two will manage. And it will be great to see you, studly, anytime you're in town."
"Trey," his friend asked, "what about our tall buddy? Is he still being moody?"
"Well, he and I have cleared some things up. It was hard for him to swallow that I'm bi, for one thing."
When Ced broke up, Trey realized what he had said and joined in the laughter.
"OK, you know what I meant. It was a surprise, to say the least. Then he also told me that he thought I had betrayed him when I let Tim fuck me and pretended I didn't want him to."
"I guess I can see all that." He paused. "Are you two square now?"
"Well, I apologized, and he says it's OK. He got used to the idea that you're gay, so he said he reckoned he could get used to me being the way I am."
"Cool."
"Yeah, but something's still eating at him. I can see it when he doesn't think I'm looking. Something in his eyes. His smile doesn't have the old orneriness. And I hate to see him troubled. Chaz isn't much of a deep thinker, as you know, and he told me the other night he's not used to worrying about things."
"So," replied Ced, grinning at his friend, "being the good buddy that you are, you are going to get to the bottom of this, aren't you?"
"Yup."
"OK, Ann Landers, whatchu gonna do?" Ced asked, still grinning.
"I'm just going to wait until the time seems right and ask him what the hell is bothering him."
"Good luck. I hope that works out. I imagine it's hard to know your best friend is hurting and not be able to help him."
"Yeah, it's frustrating. I'm not going to wait around much longer to ask him about it."
"As I said, good luck. You have a match this afternoon, don't you?"
"Yup," Trey replied, "and you guys are away somewhere, right?"
"Yeah, we're playing O.U. in Athens, so we'll be pretty late getting back. I told Tim I wouldn't see him until sometime tomorrow. I'll just want to get home and crash, probably. But listen, man, I've got an idea for something you and I could pull on Tim. You interested?" Ced asked with a wicked gleam in his eye.
"You know it," Trey answered, smiling at the thought.
"Here's what we'll do the next time the class meets." He explained his scheme to Trey, who loved it. They both stood up and high-fived.
"Sounds like a plan, Ced," Trey said. "Good luck in your game. Tell Mark I said to whup the Bobcats!" "Will do, and good luck in your sets this afternoon, Tiger." The two parted to go about their business for the rest of the day.
TREY: Our match that afternoon was with Bowling Green. I won my sets, and our team narrowly won the whole thing. Chaz and Tim both showed up separately, but they wound up sitting together. I took that as a good sign. Ced and Mark, of course, weren't around. Chaz came up to me when everything was over. We high-fived. "Righteous dude!" he said. "Tennis ain't all that much of a sport, but you done good, buddy." "It takes a lot more skill than that kids' game you play, hoss," I said. He smiled his lop-sided smile and said, "You want to go chow someplace? Or, we've got some of that stew we made the other day if you'd rather just eat at the place." "I think it would be great just to relax at home this evening." He smiled again. "OK. I think we still have some rolls in the freezer. I'll go get that started while you wash off all that fancy sweat you tennis dudes work up. Behave yourself in the showers, now." Giving him the finger, I headed for the locker room. I really loved that guy. He and I had cleared the air the other day about a lot of things. He still seemed moody sometimes, though. I didn't know what was eating him, but I was determined to find out. The semester would be over soon, and I didn't want him to leave for the summer without everything being OK between us. At least I didn't have to dread going into the locker room so far as my pubes were concerned. The other guys on the team knew the story about the lost bet. I still looked funny, though. My body hair is so light that it hardly shows, so, even though it was beginning to grow back - and to itch like the devil - it was still hard to see. Stripping off my sweaty whites, I went into the shower room. The place was full of guys, all talking at once about their sets. "Well done, Trey," my teammate Raul said. "Thanks, Raul. Sorry you had such a tough time with Pedersen. You almost had him." "Hey, amigo, what is it you say? A miss is as good as a mile'? Almost' isn't good enough." "OK, then, buddy, how about wait til next time'?" Raul smiled, his teeth brilliant white against his deeply- tanned skin. His lips were full and sort of pouty. He was a little taller than me, a little thinner, his body hairy all over. He had an ass I'd love to munch on. And, unlike most of us on the team, he had this mop of curly black hair that stood out from his head all over sort of like a loose afro. His brilliant black eyes always sparkled as if he were plotting something wicked but fun.
I tried not to look. When I'm in the showers I have to work very hard not to look at anybody, so I look at the shower head, the soap, the ceiling, the freakin' wall. You know. If I look at the guys or even think about where I am, I get a damned woody. And Raul seemed just dangerous enough to be especially sexy.
I was lucky this time. I began to worry about what was bothering Chaz and managed to keep my cock from misbehaving.
I toweled off quickly, dressed, and walked the few blocks back to the apartment.
Chaz had the table set, the stew heating on the back of the range, and the rolls ready to put in the oven when I got there.
"Damn, dude," I said, "you'd make somebody a good wife!"
"Watch it, little man. I can make you sorry you said that."
"How, by overcooking the stew?" I asked backing up as I said it.
He took one long stride, put his arm around my head, and gave me a noogie.
"Gotta say `uncle,' lil dude."
"You're the only guy I'd let call me that. Besides, Tim's the little dude, isn't he?
"He's a REAL little dude, that's for sure," Chaz said, releasing my head.
"I never said `uncle,' you know."
"Well, I wouldn't wanna overcook the stew."
While the rolls heated, I got out tumblers. Chaz had a beer, I had water.
"I was a little surprised when I looked over and saw you sitting with Tim," I said.
"I don't THINK so. He was sitting with me. I got to my regular spot a little before your first set, and a few minutes later he came over and asked if he could sit with me."
"So, how'd that go?"
He chewed for a moment, took a swallow of beer, and said "You know, I guess he's OK. Turns out he likes to play tennis, `recreationally,' I think is what he said." Then he brightened and said, "And we discovered we're both from the southern part of the state."
"He's from near Cincinnati?" I asked.
"Nah, dude, he lives a hundred miles from me, I suppose. But we both live near the river. He's from Belpre, just south of Marietta. Do you know where that is?"
"Yeah, I go past Marietta sometimes when I take I-77 going home instead of the Turnpikes."
"Yup. Well, that's right near Mead's home town." He paused. Then, looking thoughtful, "You know, he talked to me like I was an old friend."
"Charles," I said in an exasperated tone, "what did you expect? Tim thinks of the four of us as friends now. He's really gotten past all that stuff we did. We may not be old friends, but we're Ced's friends, so Tim accepts the rest of us as part of the package."
He grinned and said, "I should have known you'd get the conversation around to packages."
"Bastard," I said laughing. I threw a roll at him. He didn't even duck. It hit him in the forehead and fell into his stew. He picked it up and began to lick the gravy off of it. A shiver went over me as I watched his tongue as he slurped the gravy and then ate the roll. Trying to get my mind back to what we were talking about, I said, "You know what I mean. I think as far as Tim is concerned everything is forgiven. He wants us to put all that shit behind us and be good friends."
"Well, ya know, he was easy enough to talk to. He asked which high school I had gone to and about my basketball and all that. Then he asked what I was doing this summer."
"Chaz, buddy, you haven't told ME what you're doing this summer."
"Oh, I just got the letter this morning. I have
the same job I had last year."
"You mean working as a counselor in a day camp?"
"Yeah, the City of Cincinnati runs it."
"Cool."
"And, I can pick up a little extra cash washing cars at my dad's dealership."
"Evenings and weekends, I know you're going to cut a wide swath through the female population of Cincinnati."
He looked troubled, said "Right," in a noncommittal way, and took a pull on his beer.
When he finished, Chaz put his fork and knife in his plate, leaned back, and asked, "What you got on for this evening?"
"Well, I have some reading I SHOULD be doing, but nothing important, why?"
"Just wondering." There it was again. He seemed to have something on his mind, something he didn't quite know how to bring up.
I sopped up a little gravy with the last piece of roll. Chaz and I had become pretty good cooks, though we wouldn't want just anyone to know that.
Redding up, we didn't say much, just working quickly, as two people will do who have done this chore hundreds of times.
"Chaz," I said, nudging him with my hip, "we're getting to be like an old married couple."
"Don't go there, dude," he said seriously.
"Hey, man, just kiddin'." Then I had a thought. "What do you have goin' on this evening?"
"Thought I'd veg out, watch some tv. You game?"
"Yeah, let me read for about an hour, and we'll see what's on the tube."
My assignment for Tim's class was a weird play about a European diplomat in Beijing during the Viet Nam era who was fucking a guy for two years thinking it was a woman. When I was done, I wandered back into the living room where Chaz was watching Saturday Night Live reruns on Comedy Central. He had no drink beside him, so I went into the kitchen and got a couple of Heinekens. Handing him the green bottle, I sat down beside him on the sofa. We watched the program for a while, sipping our beers. I wanted him to loosen up a little. As hard-nosed as he can be, my buddy is not a mean drunk. He tends to get more and more mellow as he drinks. I thought that if he got mellow enough, he might tell me what had been eating at him.
I like SNL, but I had trouble concentrating on it that evening. I was determined to get to the bottom of Chaz's moodiness. I thought our earlier talk had cleared the air. But something was still bothering him. I wanted to help him get past it if I could, whatever it was, and I needed to know it wasn't something I had done. He had SEEMED OK with the news that I have a gay side. But maybe he really wasn't. Maybe he could accept that Ced is gay but couldn't be easy with me, once he knew. I had moved pretty far along in the process of accepting myself, but I still had a lot of sorting out to do. It would be understandable that Chaz was still having some problems with his best buddy and roommate being bisexual.
So an hour passed. Chaz routinely sipped his beer and focused on the television. He'd look over at me once in a while to see if I was digging the comedy, and then he'd smile his wonderful lop-sided smile. I loved him so much when he did that.
Finally, I'd had all the comedy I could stand. "Chaz, buddy, shut that thing off. We gotta talk."
He took the remote and clicked off the tv.
"What's up?" he asked. He turned toward me, pulling one leg up on the sofa as he did.
You know, my palms were sweating. I wanted to handle this right, and I wasn't sure what to do or say. My mouth was dry, so I took a long pull on my beer, which had gotten warm while it was sitting there. (Chaz had had a
couple as we watched tv.)
"OK," he said. "We're talkin'. What IS it?"
"You."
"Me?"
"Yeah. Something's wrong. I don't know what it is, but I can read you well enough to know something's on your mind. And it must be bad if you won't tell me about it." I turned to face him, pulling my legs up to sit Indian fashion on the sofa.
"You think something's wrong?"
"Chaz, dammit, don't do this to me!" I didn't know whether to whup him upside the head or jump his bones. Either one would have felt good at that moment.
He bristled for a minute. Then his look softened. He said, "You're right, buddy, and I, well, you know, it's great that you have picked up that something's bothering me. But, dude, it's not anything I can talk about."
I looked directly into those pale blue eyes. "Tell me straight, man. Is it because I'm gay?"
He actually reached over and ruffled my hair! Bad-ass Chaz. Then he said, "Nah, dude. This ain't got nothing to do with YOU bein' gay."
"Ced, then? Or Tim? Come on, Chaz, you know you need to talk to me. Why not just come on out with it?"
He snickered, and then became serious again. "I swear, Trey dude, I think it's contagious."
"You've picked up an STD?"
He smiled again, but there was more sadness than happiness in that smile. "Little brother, you still don't have a clue, do you?" Before I could answer, he continued. "You were closer than you knew when you said I should `come on OUT with it'."
Oh! Oh? No! Not macho-jock Chaz! I couldn't believe it. Was he saying what I thought he was? I stared at those sexy light blue eyes, and they stared right back. The skin around his eyes crinkled a little as he said, "You look zapped, buddy. You really didn't have a clue, did you?"
"No, I didn't. So you've been going through hell trying to deal with it?"
"Got it in one try, babe."
"Look, I don't want to pry, but if you'd like to talk about it, you know you're my best friend. I think I understand some of what's been going through your mind. If it would help to get anything off your chest, I'm here. If not now, later. But you need to tell somebody, man, or you'll explode."
"Chill, Trey. It's taken me a while to admit to myself what these urges mean. My mind has been SO fucked up! But I decided after we got things straight and clear between us the other night that I really needed to talk to you about this stuff. I've just sort of been waitin' till the time was right."
I wanted to put my arms around him and say, "It's OK, babe." Instead I just smiled.
His eyes seemed to go out of focus, as if he was
looking inside himself. "So fucked up," he
said.
"OK if I ask a question?"
"Sure."
"How long have you been . . ., I mean, when did
. . ."
"It's OK, dude. It all started with the Tim thing. You know I was really pissed when I heard about that midterm F he gave Ced. And I cooked up all this revenge stuff because I wanted to hit back at the bastard who did that to our buddy. I didn't get the idea of making him suck us or take it up the ass until after that first night in his office."
He looked at me.
"Yeah, I remember," I said.
"But after I saw him then, I thought up the rest of it, uh, you know, the stuff we did to him the next two nights."
"Yeah," I said.
"Dude, I'd never been sucked off by a guy until Tim did it. I've NEVER had my dick up someone's ass. But I had heard those stories about some of the frats making one of the pledges a sex slave. I thought that'd be cool. We'd really make the cocksucker pay." He chuckled. "We'd make him into a cocksucker. And the idea of having someone around to give us blow jobs or let us fuck him when the women weren't putting out sounded fantastic . . . at the time."
He looked at me to see if I was following him. I nodded at him encouragingly.
"But nothing went the way I'd planned. The third night, Saturday, I began to feel sorry for the little fucker. Worse than that, a couple of times, I couldn't help myself, I put my hand on him like I wanted to comfort him."
"I didn't notice that."
"Yeah, well, I kept up the hard-ass act. And, man, it was a rush having the little guy suck my cock. I was liking it too much, if you know what I mean."
I smiled. I knew what he meant.
"While I was watching you fuck him, I got this big old boner. Like, I had just come, but I got hard again watching you two."
"You horn dawg, you," I said, grinning.
He smiled a tight little smile and went on. "We've already talked about how I thought you had sort of . . . betrayed me when you let Tim fuck you in front of me the next weekend. What I didn't tell you was I had this other feeling along with my anger. I was jealous! I got a boner again, watching him do you. Right then I wasn't sure why. But looking back, buddy, I was jealous. I didn't like to see my best friend getting fucked by Mead, even though I figured out my best friend had agreed to it. Hell, my best friend was enjoying it. You couldn't keep that off your face, you know."
"I don't know what to say, Chaz."
"Shaddup," he said, grinning. "This is MY story." He seemed to be trying to decide where to go next. Then he looked troubled again. "You remember the night Mark got his payback?"
I had to laugh, thinking back on that evening. "I sure do," I said.
Chaz smiled. "Well, watching Markie get undressed and stand there bare-assed while Tim was talking about how sexy he thought Mark was - all that gave me another major woodie. Then, when Tim stuck that damned flower in Mark's ass, I was laughing like the rest of you guys, but I damn jizzed in my pants!"
I laughed again. "Me, too, brother, me too."
He quit smiling. Once more he seemed to be struggling inside himself. I knew to just wait and let him go on when he was ready.
Chaz got up, picked up our long-empty bottles and went to the kitchen. He returned with two cold beers, handing one to me.
He sat again on the other end of the sofa. He took a couple of big swallows of beer and set the bottle on the coffee table. He belched, then took a deep breath.
Not looking at me, he said, "Trey, this is the hardest part, buddy."
I was trying to think of something encouraging but not pushy to say when he solved my problem by continuing.
"The other night when I got mad at you and left?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, I walked around, passed a bar called `The Mermaid,' a place I'd never been in before. Do you know it?"
"I've been there once or twice. Not my kind of crowd."
"Yeah. Well, I went in and had a Jack Daniels. To tell the truth, I had several. Got a nice buzz on."
"And?" I had no idea what he was going to tell me.
"I was looking around the bar, and suddenly had this -- I guess you'd call it a vision. I sort of flashed on a picture of you, naked, between Ced and Tim!"
"Wow! Wonder what brought that on?"
"Man, this is really awkward. I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I'm not coming on to you or anything. But let me tell you one more thing, and I'll shut up."
"Chaz, you can tell me anything. You know that!"
"OK. Is this weird or what? I picked up this girl, Sue-Ann was her name. She said she's a friend of Jen's. Do you know her?"
"Not to talk to. But I know who she is. She's hot. And she drives a nice convertible. You picked her up?"
"Well, since this is my night to let it all hang
out, I think she picked me up. Anyway, we went
to her place and you can figure out what
happened. Except that, oh jeez, I can't believe
I'm telling you this."
"Chaz, man, don't leave me hanging. What in
hell happened?" "OK, she's on her hands and
knees on the bed, see?"
"Yeah," I said, smiling and beginning to get a
little hard. "So she's looking back over her
shoulder at me, waiting for me to put it in."
"Yeah," I said, getting a little harder.
"For a minute -- Oh, God, Trey!" "Chaz, you big
oaf, TELL ME!"
"For a minute it was you there, naked, on your hands and knees, offering me your ass and looking over your shoulder at me!"
Hot damn! Who'd a thunk? My hunky roomie has been having gay urges and fantasizing about me. What in hell was I supposed to say about that? I had to say something fairly quickly. I wanted to grab him and kiss him, but I knew that would be the wrong thing to do. `Think of HIS feelings, you dummy,' something inside me said.
"Babe, you're pretty popular - and successful - with the chicks on campus. And now you have had some gay fantasies. I know how fucked up in the head you are feeling. I've been there, you know."
Those pale eyes were looking intently at me again. "Yeah," he said. "I guess you have."
"So it's nothing to be ashamed of. You are who you are: Charles Greeley, popular campus stud, varsity basketball player, and my best friend. Nothing you've told me will change any of that - - unless you decide to change it."
"I keep thinking about how I was brought up. I've always been cool with Ced being gay. But I still tend to think in terms of fags and queers and homos and cocksuckers. Now, before you jump on me, you guys have educated me to know those are bad words, that they are put-down words. But they are there, sort of planted in my brain. You know?"
"Of course. They get planted in everybody's brain, unfortunately." "Then you know how scary all of this is for me. I've admitted to myself for the first time that sometimes guys turn me on. Even you, you runt!" he said popping me on the shoulder. "All I'm saying is that you should try to be comfortable with it. There's not a thing wrong with those fantasies. You don't have to act on them. Unless you want to. Nothing in your life has to change. And maybe you'll be a little easier with yourself now that you've recognized everything and admitted it to yourself." "Brother, I feel easier because I've been able to tell you." He smiled his sweet goofy, lop- sided smile and said, "Thanks, Henry Lee!" At that moment I wanted to give the rebel yell and ride him into the night. All I did was say, "That's what best friends are for, you know." He picked up his beer, took a big swig, and set it down. "Trey, uh, oh shit, this is not easy." "Just say it, babe." "Could I have a hug?" I scooted toward him on the sofa. He moved toward me. He put both his long arms around me, pinning mine. He pulled me against his chest and just held me there. Then he put the side of his face against the top of my head. He smelled so fuckin' good, a mixture of skin, a little sweat, and a hint of his Tommy cologne. I just wanted to eat him up. I don't know how long we stayed like that. Not long enough. At last he let me go, stood up, smiled sweetly, and said, "I'm gonna fold. Your turn to take the bottles to the kitchen. And, Trey, thanks babe." "Dufus," I said, "you've already thanked me more than enough." He nodded and went down the hall toward the bedrooms. I put the bottles in the kitchen trashcan, turned out the lights, and went to my own room. My head was full of visions of Chaz as I beat off that night. The one that kept coming back was of me, naked, on my hands and knees, looking back at Chaz, impatient for him to plant his big cock in my butt.
TIM: We were scheduled to discuss David Henry Hwang's play, "M. Butterfly." I hadn't taught it before and was looking forward to it. It has a variety of themes, among them interesting perspectives on the Viet Nam war and, most importantly, differences between Eastern and Western views of life. Lots of good stuff there to think about and talk about. But nothing went as planned. I might have saved the situation if everything else had been normal. But Ced and Trey saw to it that the whole period was a fiasco.
The room we were assigned for that class has the door in the front. The college animal being what it is, the seats in the rear tended to fill up first. Latecomers had to sit in the front row. So who came late that day? The two partners in crime.
They got there just as I was silently checking the roll, sitting at my desk. They created a bit of a stir. Both were wearing very short cutoffs and mesh tank tops, the kind that stopped just above their navels. I could clearly see their nips through the mesh. They both looked cheap. I've never seen a male prostitute that I know of, but that's what came to mind when I saw them in those get-ups. Junior, however, was of another opinion, and began to swell instantly.
When I finished with the roll, I stood up to begin the discussion. I looked at them and said, "It's not like you two to be late. Is everything OK?" I didn't mention how out of character it was for them to be dressed that way. They might have lost a bet or something, and I didn't want to embarrass them. More fool I!
Ced looked at me, smiled angelically, and answered, "Oh, yes, Dr. Mead. Everything is fine. And we weren't late, were we? We got here before you finished with the roll." Then he looked at me and very deliberately licked his lips, upper and lower, making a full circle with his tongue. Trey obviously knew what Ced was doing, though no one else in the class did. There were a few gasps that Cedric, of all people, would give me such a cheeky answer.
I ignored that, stood up, and began asking some leading questions, things designed to get the discussion started. First off, most members of the class sailed by all the really important ideas to zero in on how Gallimard, the main character, could have been fucking Song for two years without knowing that "she" was a man. Some of the women in the class hinted at the problem. Finally, however, a kind of a smartass who usually sat in the back and pretended he wasn't listening, held up his hand.
"Steve, you have something to say?"
"Yeah. How could this French guy keep on fuckin' the Chinese guy and not know he was a guy?"
"I have to suppose because they were having anal intercourse."
"So," Steve continued, "he's screwing this guy for two years and never discovers the guy's got balls and a dick?"
Well, that brought the house down. I tried as best I could to remind them that the play was based on a true story and that we just had to believe that Song fooled Gallimard somehow. Then I tried to get the discussion onto other, more important issues in the play.
The first time I looked over at the guys, however, they were sitting with their legs wide apart, slowly moving them together and then apart again. It was pretty obvious that they were freeballing. Whenever I looked, they'd smile or wink and lick their lips.
Trey, who was sitting to my extreme left, had swiveled a little toward me, the better, I suppose, to give me the full benefit of his cutoffs. He began to gently rub his right nipple. I'm sure no one saw him but me. His eyes were half closed as he looked seductive and rubbed that tit, still licking his lips.
My cock, of course, began to fill - and leak. I shot him what I hoped was a stern glance, but he wasn't looking at my face. He was staring at the growing bulge in my pants.
I turned away from them and tried to continue moderating what was turning into a lively discussion, finally, of EastWest differences, which everyone seemed to be interested in. I put my hands in my pockets to try to hide what was happening there.
Then Ced cleared his throat. I glanced over at him to see if he wanted to say something. He didn't. My lover, the bastard, was just trying to get my attention. Although no one could see it except Trey and me, Ced had a hard-on, and he'd hiked his shorts up toward his crotch so that a good two inches of his cock was sticking out the right leg. My dick was by now rock hard, and I could feel it oozing precum. I quickly sat down behind my desk.
"Are you OK, Dr. Mead?" Trey asked.
I wasn't OK. I felt light-headed, in fact. But I made an effort of will and said, rather coldly, "I'm fine, Trey, thank you."
"Well, professor, it's not like you to sit while we're having a discussion." As he said that, he had his hands in his pockets and was slowly rubbing his own tool.
"I think I can manage things fine from here, Trey. Unless, of course, you'd like to stand up here and lead the discussion." Actually, because of my height, I have always preferred to stand in class. Seated, I can't see faces in the back rows.
Trey looked at me, nothing but innocence in those sexy hazel eyes. "Oh, no, professor, you go right ahead."
"How about you, Cedric, would you like to come up and moderate things for us?" I asked, looking pointedly at his lap.
"Do you think I should, Dr. Mead?" he asked, smiling seductively, his black eyes sparkling, and wiggling in his seat a little bit, just enough to call my attention to HIS boner.
"If you don't want to help us out, I suggest you let the rest of us get back to the play."
He opened his eyes wide, held up both hands, and said, "Oh, don't let me stop you."
So the rest of the class, who were looking pretty puzzled over the whole exchange, and I began to talk once more. The discussion got onto the glimpses the play gives us of Chinese policy during the Viet Nam war. But the two rats to my left never let up. I didn't dare look at them, for every time I did, they were rubbing themselves, doing wonderfully obscene things that only I could see. My cock stayed leaky and hard the whole period. When it was time to dismiss the class, I said, "Withers and Jones, I'd like to talk with you two for just a moment." I don't think they had realized that they needed to let their dicks subside before they stood up. After the rest of the class had left, I looked into my lap and saw that I had a problem. A familiar problem. There was a stain in the front of my khakis. The guys couldn't see it, of course, because of the desk. But when I looked down, they must have known what happened, for they were both sitting there cracking up. "OK, you jokers," I said. "I've got a long memory, and you'd better believe that I WILL get you for this. Now, go get your coffee, and I'll see you later. Oh, and I'm surprised you two would wear anything that tacky, even to pull a prank on me." "We did get some choice comments about these outfits on our way to class," Trey said, chuckling. "What about you, Tim," Ced asked. "Don't you want to COME have coffee with us?" "No, smartass, I don't. I have to try to get home and change my pants before my next class." "What's the matter, Tim?" Trey asked. "You can't control your emissions? Must be you aren't getting any!" "Now there's a statement worthy of your roommate, Withers," I said. "Ask that lunk next to you whether I'm getting any or not." I was finally able to smile about the whole thing. The guys stood up and started for the door. "Good luck getting home, Timmy," Cedric taunted. "Bastard," I said. "Your time will come." Still laughing, both guys left. And I was there with my problem. My dick had softened during the recent exchange, but the wet spot, while not as big as the cum spot I had in my office a few weeks earlier, was clearly noticeable. I walked back to my office holding my notes folder and text in front of my pants. I felt strange doing so, but no one seemed to pay any attention. I decided I may as well go directly to my car. All of this was eerily familiar. But what a change had taken place in my life since that night when I had fled to my car with cum all over me. The gay side I had been suppressing all my life had come to the fore, the miraculous Ced had burst into my life and changed it immeasurably for the better, and three other studs had become my younger brothers, my friends, guys for me to mentor as well, perhaps. I was pretty lucky, all things considered. But I WOULD find a way to get back at those two culprits.
TREY:
It was Thursday evening. Tim was teaching his class. Chaz and I were sitting around with Mark and Ced at their place. Mark had been spending so much time with Lori, his new girlfriend, it was unusual to have him home. We had talked a bit about their one-point loss to O.U. a few nights earlier. Ced was feeling bad because he had missed a crucial catch at third late in the game.
"That's all water over the dam, Ced," Mark observed. "Now what's this about something you pulled in Tim's class yesterday?"
Chaz snorted. "They pulled their damn dicks, the way I hear it!"
So Ced and I took turns telling them what had happened. By the time we were through, Ced was feeling lots better and we were all laughing.
"Well, guys," Chaz said, "you'd better watch out. I'll bet the little guy figures out a way to get you two good!"
Ced smiled. "Oh, yeah, Timmy will figure out some evil way to get back at us." He looked at me. "We'll have to keep our eyes open, my friend."
"If I know Tim," I said, "we'll walk right into it and won't see it coming. We just have to resign ourselves to being paid back when he gets around to it."
"It will be worth the payback. Man, he was so flustered, trying to keep the class on track and deal with his stiffie. I had forgotten how much Timmy leaks. I felt a little bad about the spot on his pants." He looked at me. "We didn't figure on that, did we?"
"Ced, Tim managed to get home without anybody seeing the spot."
"Yeah, but that must have brought back the memory of what you guys did to him in his office that night. Sheesh, was that just two weeks ago today? Look what's happened in that time."
Ced looked at his watch. "Hey, brothers, by the time I can get to Tim's apartment, he'll be back from his class. See you guys tomorrow."
"Yeah, Ced," Mark taunted, "better get to your little lover."
"That's enough out of you, Markie," Ced responded. "You're just jealous."
"When I've got Lori? Get real!"
Since Ced was leaving, Chaz and I took that as our cue to say goodbye and go back down the hall to our place.
So much had been going on since our talk earlier in the week, Chaz and I hadn't had much time to just sit and shoot the shit. I had no clue how he was feeling about what all he had told me. We were having glasses of milk and pieces of apple pie (from the supermarket). We talked about this and that, I don't even remember what. I do remember that his mood sort of flickered. One minute he would be looking at me and smiling his great smile, another he'd be staring at the fridge or something.
When we finished, we put our dishes in the dishwasher, said goodnight, and went to our separate rooms.
I brushed my teeth, pissed, and stripped for bed. I've always slept naked. Can't stand anything on when I'm trying to sleep. Briefs chafe, and boxers get bunched up.
I set my bedside radio to play for a while and turn itself off, and of course I set the volume low so it wouldn't disturb Chaz. I lay there, thinking about him and all the things about himself he was trying to understand and accept. I must have been lying there for about a half an hour when he tapped on my door.
"Trey, buddy," he said softly, "you awake?"
"It's OK, come on in."
He opened the door and stood there. I could see him silhouetted in the doorway. He nearly filled up that opening, his head practically touching the top of the door frame. I admired his broad shoulders, slim waist, and long legs. He was wearing those silly boxers with the faces on them.
"Trey, there's, uhm, that is, we've. . . . Shit! Can I . . . ?"
I held my arms out to him. He came and lay down beside me, propping himself up on one elbow and looking down at me.
"I didn't know whether you'd want me or not." There was that crazy smile of his again!
That line sounded so much like something from a soap opera that I almost laughed. But I was so glad to have him in my bed I sure didn't want to do anything to hurt his feelings.
"Stud, I want you any way I can get you!"
He seemed embarrassed. Take-charge Chaz! "So what do we do? I've never done anything like this before, you know."
"Well, my experience with men is limited, and you've stood there watching just about all of it, Charlie!" I put a hand on either side of his face and pulled it toward mine. That was all he needed, I guess. The next thing I knew, I was being kissed like I had never been before. He was hungry. He explored my mouth with his tongue, rammed it down my throat, sucked on my tongue, all before I was even able to respond. Charles was in charge, for sure. He inhaled the air from my lungs, leaving me dizzy. It crossed my mind that he was doing what he'd had lots of practice doing with women, and could he ever do it!
Then he put those long arms around me and rolled onto his back, pulling me on top of him. I could feel his cock poking through the fly of his boxers, hard and really big against my belly. I was just as hard as we ground our cocks together. He wasn't saying a word, wasn't moaning. He just looked me in the eye and grinned. That grin! He put both big hands on my ass and began to rub my cheeks. "Damn!" he said, "that don't feel nothin' like a woman's."
"Disappointed?"
"Nah, you have a great ass! I just never felt anything like that before. It's not soft and sort of bouncy like a chick's. It's hard. And a chick's is smooth. You're a little fuzzy." He kept exploring, occasionally running his fingers along my crack, making me shiver, but going no further.
"Chaz, man, stop."
He looked at me, concerned. "What's wrong babe?"
"We're going too fast. We've got a lot to do before we come, but you're going to bring me off if you keep that up. Besides, you've still got your boxers on. Let's free up that monster of yours."
"Awww, he's not a monster. I think he's kind of nice."
I rolled off him and scooted down so I could pull off his shorts. He lifted his hips to help. And there was his monumental cock. We had only the light from the hallway, but I could see that it was fully hard, standing away from his belly, throbbing slightly. I was about to begin licking and sucking his cock and balls, when he said, "Hang on, dude."
"What?" I asked. I was disappointed, like a kid who'd had his lollipop taken away.
"You're supposed to be teaching me how it's done. Don't you think I'd learn more if I was doin' that?"
"If that's what you really want, big guy."
"Well, come on up here and get on your back, then."
When I was in position, he began to work on my dick, very tentatively. A few licks at first. Then he put it in his mouth and began to suck in earnest. He pulled off long enough to say, "Hey, this ain't so yukky." Then he went back to work. He didn't try to take me all the way, but he was doing one fine job anyway. Then he stopped again. This was getting frustrating.
"Don't want ya to come yet, babe."
"OK, but you are freakin' me out. You know that, don't you?"
He smiled. "Look, Tiger, I want to make you feel good. I've been such a shit lately, I have a lot of making up to do. But I want to do things with you that I've never done before. I've fucked women, but I've never been fucked. So lube up that pole of yours and do me!"
Hot damn! "Are you sure, big guy?"
"Shaddup and get on with it."
Since he told me he had fantasized about seeing me on my knees looking back at him, I assumed he would want to do me. This was sort of a surprise, but I wasn't going to disappoint him - or pass up the chance to do something I'd really wanted for a long time.
Chaz lay on his back and pulled his knees up as I got the lube. He's so tall his knees seemed to tower over me, even with his feet flat on the bed.
I did the three middle fingers of my right hand, using first one, then a second, and then a third to loosen up his hole. Since the shaving job, there still wasn't much hair there. The first time I touched his button, he jumped, and yelled something like "whooeeee!" "Man! I been missin' out on that all these years? That's fuckin' fantastic!"
"You just wait," I laughed. "It's gonna get better." I kept working his hole with my fingers. Soon he was just sort of vibrating, keeping up a steady string of talk at the same time.
"Oh, shit, Trey, that's so good, I mean, man, I can't believe - oh, yes, do that! Sheesh, I never had any idea that could be so great, oh yeah, yeah, yeah!"
Well, you get the idea. The big dude was liking it. Not wanting him to come too soon, though, I slowly removed my fingers. He whimpered when I did, but never opened his eyes. Instead, knowing what was going to happen, he spread his legs wider apart. I put some lube on my dick. Then I scooped up the precum on his belly and smeared that around on my dick, too.
When I put my cockhead against his hole, he opened those pale blue eyes and looked straight into mine, like he was concentrating on what was happening. I like a lot of things about Chaz's looks. His height, those broad shoulders that slim down to a really small waist, his tight ass, the hairiness of his body, the size of his cock and balls - even his big feet. But I gasped as his look bored into me. I had never noticed how really sexy his eyes are. As I very slowly applied pressure, those eyes got wider, and he said, "Holy shit!"
"Sorry babe. Do you want me to stop?"
He said, "That's a pretty fat pecker you got there stud. Give me a minute to get used to it." Then he gave me the smile I Iove and said, "I can take all the pain you can dish out, buster. Go ahead, but do it slow."
I'd go in an inch and pause. And do that again. Finally, my short, prickly pubes were pressed against his cheeks. He put his legs around me and locked his feet as I began to pump slowly. Maybe Tim or Ced could describe how good this felt. I just don't have the writing skills to do it.
When I did Tim, it was great. I'd had the hots for him for a month or six weeks. It was my first time to do that, so I was pretty nervous, but it was great. I did feel bad, though, because we were blackmailing Tim into letting me do it. And Chaz was standing there watching and commenting. So it wasn't an ideal situation. I got my rocks off, but it wasn't what you'd call a perfect fuck.
This was different. Chaz was my best friend. This was a kind of coming together (yeah, yeah, I see the pun) with a guy I had loved, at least like a brother, for three years -- with a guy who got my dick hard just about every time I looked at him. This was really special. So I fucked him slowly, tenderly. When I got close to coming, I'd stop a while, and lean down. He'd lean up to meet me, and we'd kiss. It was SO beautiful. So sweet. Like nothing in my life. Then, of course, our urges took over. I began to pump in and out faster. Chaz began his stream of talk again. My fat tool must have been hitting his prostate repeatedly, because his dick was hard and leaking, he was writhing under me, moaning and swearing and giving me all sorts of indications that he was on a real trip. For me, having my cock in his ass gave me such a great feeling that I was high two ways. Whenever a guy's about to come, he feels like that's the best moment of his life. But this was special because I felt so completely connected to Chaz. Well, nature took its course, I guess. That familiar feeling told me I was gonna erupt. I grunted to Chaz, "Oh, babe, I'm ready!" "Shoot your load in me, Trey, buddy," he said. And I did, collapsing on top of him right after that. He put his arms around me and held me against his chest. It was a great feeling. I felt so close to him. I've never felt anything like that before. Straight sex is great, but I've never felt so - fulfilled as I did just then. This big stud had wanted me to fuck him. And he liked it! That's so cool. I would have been content to spend the night just lying there on top of him. And I was thinking of the time which had to come soon when he put his big long cock in me. It would hurt, but I wanted him to fuck me, needed for him to fuck me, to sort of cement our bond, if you know what I mean. In that euphoric mood, I must have slept for a while. The next thing I remember was Chaz kissing me on the forehead. He was still holding me. I tried to snuggle a little closer, but he let go. "Little buddy," he said, "this was great. Thank you. I really mean it, man. It was, like, beautiful. You've given me something special, dude, something I needed." "Both of us, Chaz, both of us." Then he held me tight again, and I went back to sleep.
Trey and Ced were having coffee after their lit class on Friday. They had talked about the play they had ignored on Wednesday while they got Tim hard in class. They talked about tennis and baseball.
Finally, as they finished their coffee and were about to separate for the rest of the day, Ced asked, "Trey, you haven't said anything about Chaz lately. How's he doing? Have you found out anything more about what's bothering him?"
Trey paused for a moment, apparently reflecting. Then he smiled at his friend. "Ced, what did you and Tim do in bed last night?"
He was obviously surprised by the question. "I'm not going to tell you that. I can't believe you asked. That's too personal to talk about."
"Right, stud," Trey said, still smiling. "See you later."
Weird,' Ced thought. Wonder what he meant by that? Surely he's not suggesting what he seemed to be. Chaz? No way!'
(Is this story over? Chaz and Trey, Tim and Ced have found one another. What else could happen? Look for chapter 12 in a couple of weeks. -- Tim)