Roommates

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ROOMMATES

by

PEN NOMEN

ONE

The alarm's sharp ring was an abrasive intrusion. Alan opened one eye and squinted across the room. Kevin stirred and rolled from his bed and stumbled to his chest of drawers at the foot of his bed to turn it off. Alan's jangled nerves smoothed with the silence that followed. Kevin leaned against the chest of drawers, his forehead resting against the flat top of the chest. Alan thought again how ridiculous Kevin looked in that oversized tee shirt he slept in, its sleeves to his elbows and the tail almost, but not quite covering his butt which curved distinctly outward in a shapely but muscular prominence with the sharp, dividing cleft disappearing under the long tail of the tee shirt.

Kevin, his back to Alan, pulled the tee shirt over his head and tossed it to his bed, the complex musculature of his back dimpling and squirming beneath his smooth tanned skin. Alan watched him unobserved. Kevin was only five feet ten and probably only weighed a hundred and sixty. He was slender from the back without appearing skinny--his limbs and torso were well filled out and carried a well defined but smooth musculature and graceful as well, almost like a ballet dancer. His nude body was, from the rear, almost pretty with its smooth, rosy tan skin, slender waist flaring attractively to wider shoulders. Well proportioned, shapely legs with nicely curved calves and perfectly sized and shaped thighs rising to narrow hips and a high, rounded ass that most women he knew would envy. Alan knew, however, that looks were deceiving. Anyone who perceived Kevin to be a pretty boy had made a serious mistake. Kevin was in top physical condition and his shapely body was firm with little body fat, and Alan knew to his chagrin that Kevin was a black belt in three major oriental martial arts.

He recalled fleetingly the time he'd tried to intimidate him, shortly after they became roommates. Alan had him by almost an inch and maybe ten pounds, and he sported a classic Greek athlete's physique, with well defined muscles. In a pique of anger over some matter he couldn't remember now, he'd pushed Kevin and taken a swing only to find himself a second later on his back, his wrist in Kevin's grasp and Kevin's foot on his throat.

He held his breath now as Kevin moved toward the middle of the room. Although he had a deep and rather wide chest, his pectoral muscles, while firm and well-defined, didn't bunch and and bulge but lay rounded into two distinct but relatively flat, firm mounds only faintly corded. His stomach, flat and hard, showed a well-conditioned, but smoothed-out ripple effect. But this was the major surprise: his cock was truly superb! About six inches long in peaceful repose, Alan had seen Kevin one morning with a piss-hard that must've made it seven and a half inches long and almost perfectly proportionate in circumference. It was straight and rosy tan like the rest of his skin. The circumcised head of his cock only a slightly darker healthy pink. His light blond thatch of curling pubic hair was short and sparse with a barely discernible line of blond hair rising up the middle of his belly to just past his navel where it dissipated into hairlessness on his chest. Alan would never say it aloud, but he thought, in the secrecy of his own mind, that it was the most beautiful cock and genetalia he'd ever seen, although - all due modesty aside - there may have those that would have put Alan's cock in the running without embarrassment and with real expectation of winning the contest. Nevertheless, it niggled at his mind that he'd been looking for excuses lately to see Kevin nude.

Kevin wrapped a towel around his waist and left the room for the showers. Alan stretched again and got of bed. He was sleeping in a pair of boxers, but he took them off and slipped on a clean pair of jockey briefs to wear under his jeans. Two minutes later he was out of the room and on his way to the cafeteria. He didn't know whether Kevin would make it in time to have breakfast with him or not before the nine o'clock class.

He thought again how surprising it was that they'd become such good friends. When he'd brought his things into the room back in August, Kevin had been propped up on his bed reading a book. With clothes on, he was nice looking, but his size and build were entirely unprepossessing. In his glasses, he looked young and bookish. "What a sissy-looking wuss," Alan had thought with disappointment when he first saw him. But Kevin wasn't a math major or an engineering student or a computer sciences major. Like Alan, he was an English major and they had very similar tastes in writers and writing styles. They'd become good friends and over the last seven months had developed that ability to communicate fully and clearly with a glance, a tone of voice, a couple of words that only very good friends develop over a usually longer period of time.

Kevin joined him at breakfast after Alan had eaten and was on his second cup of coffee.

"Look, Al, I'm not gonna study tonight. I need a break. You want to go down to Marty's with me for a burger and a few beers about six?"

"Yeah. Sounds good. I could use the break, too."

TWO

They came stumbling into their room about eleven, more than three sheets to the wind. They had fought each other for first place at their half bath's toilet, and Kevin had won. He peed for what seemed like five minutes, and then Alan peed for an equally long time. Kevin rinsed his face and head in an attempt to clear his head while Alan peed. Alan had already stripped to his briefs and they were around his thighs as he peed. Kevin glanced surreptitiously from the lavatory to Alan's uncovered pubes with something more than idle curiosity, taking in Alan's muscular body, his large, straight, circumcised cock, and his dark hair and classic good looks.

He dried his face vigorously and felt somewhat clearer of head. When he returned to the bedroom, he stripped out of his clothes and was taking off his briefs when, in a drunken dance, his feet became tangled in them and he hopped around the room trying to keep from falling. Alan had taken off his briefs and was standing naked with his sleeping boxers in hand when Kevin hopped near him in a ludicrous picture of uncoordinated drunkenness. Alan grabbed his arm to keep him from falling, and Kevin grabbed Alan's arm in a futile attempt to steady himself. But it was too late. They both fell in a heap, Alan on top of Kevin.

"Get off me, you big cow!" Kevin shouted.

"Big cow! You klutz! I was trying to keep you from falling!"

Kevin pushed at him and, in some magical movement, had reversed the position and sat atop Alan, straddling his hips and holding his wrists to the floor. He was laughing in drunken triumph, and Alan couldn't help but laugh at his helpless situation.

But their laughter dwindled and died as Kevin became conscious of Alan's genitals and pubic hair pressing into his buttocks and Alan became conscious of Kevin's testicles and his large, meaty cock laying across his stomach, the opening at its tip staring at him seductively. Kevin looked solemnly into Alan's eyes, and Alan returned his gaze with the same solemnity. Still holding Alan's wrists, Kevin lowered his mouth to Alan's and kissed him.

Probably it would have never happened if Kevin had been just a little more sober and carrying his normal inhibitions, and probably Alan, had he not been just the littlest bit drunk, would not have yielded his lips and returned the kiss. Kevin slid his arms under Alan's arms across his upper back and cupped the back of his head with his palms. His lips opened against Alan's, and Alan instinctively responded by opening his own lips. Their tongues began to stroke one another and explore the depths of each other's mouths.

Kevin stretched out atop Alan's supine body. Alan felt Kevin's cock becoming hot and hard against his lower belly, and his own member began to swell and lengthen in response. He discovered with some dismay and embarrassment that his arms were wrapped around Kevin, one hand behind his waist and the other on his buttocks, stroking and pressing Kevin's pelvis to his own body. Kevin raised his head from Alan's lips and again looked at him solemnly. He must have perceived some assent, for he again kissed Alan deeply and began to slide and wriggle his own body down the length of Alan's body, kissing his neck and chest and flicking each of Alan's erect nipples with his tongue.

Alan was now acutely aware of Kevin's hardening cock rubbing against his own erection as Kevin kept sliding down the length of his body. Now he was between his legs and his lips and tongue were pressing into his navel. He was kissing his pubic hair, and then Kevin's head was poised above Alan's throbbing shaft. Kevin glanced up Alan's body and looked at him inquiringly, his moistened lips parted, a question in his eyes. To his amazement, Alan felt himself nod.

There was a small pearl drop of semen standing on Alan's slightly swollen lips of the opening at the tip of Alan's cock, and Kevin experimentally touched it with his tongue. It had a pleasantly clean, salty sweet taste. He held the base of Alan's erection within a ring of his thumb and forefinger. He opened his mouth and covered the swollen head of Alan's cock with his mouth, swirling his smooth wet tongue around the circumference and across the top of the smooth, sensitive skin. He began to slide his lips down the swollen, hard flesh. He couldn't figure out where to put his tongue, but when he accidentally stroked the swollen vessel on underside of Alan's cock with it and felt the hard flesh flex in his mouth in response, he began to stroke firmly with his tongue as his lips slid lower. His nose was in Alan's thick pubic growth and he inhaled Alan's musky male scent as the swollen head of his cock throbbed in the back of his mouth. He slid his lips back up and licked the smooth skin of Alan's cock head again and began to slip his lips lower. Involuntarily, Alan thrust forward, and after a few more strokes they developed a synchronous rhythm. Alan's hands were in his hair, stroking and grasping as Kevin's lips and tongue stroked up and down the wetly gleaming shaft. Alan's hips rose from the floor and thrust deeply. Kevin could feel the throbbing shaft of steel hard but warmly yielding flesh in his mouth lengthen and become harder and he sucked firmly and urgently, his tongue stroking the length of the engorged vessel on the underside. Alan's cock throbbed insistently against his tongue and the back of his mouth and began to jerk spasmodically.

"Ohh! Kevin, I'm sorry. I'm coming. I can't help it. Aagh! Here it is! I'm coming now!"

Kevin felt his mouth flooded with a hot spurting stream of thick semen, and he had no choice but to swallow rapidly. Uh-oh, he thought, I'm in trouble! Never thought I'd like it so much! He began to suck and swallow more greedily until he had gotten the last traces.

Afterwards Kevin lay on the floor, his face turned away. What was he to do now? He didn't think he could bear to see Alan look at him with scorn. "I know," he thought. "I'll keep on being drunk and pass out."

Kevin stumbled to his feet staggered to his bed. "Come on, ol' Al. Whachu doin' ona floor? Heeheeheehee. Musta fall down. Betta get up, ol' Al." He tumbled into bed face down and immediately began to make deep breathing and snoring sounds. After a few minutes he heard Alan get up from the floor, approach his bed, sit on the edge, touch his shoulder and shake in an attempt to arouse him. Finally, Alan gave up and covered him with a spread. Alan stood silently by Kevin's bed for a minute or so before walking back across the room. Kevin heard his bed squeak as he got in. Kevin lay awake for several hours, his mind atumble with guilt, self loathing, and memories of what he'd done and of how much he'd liked it.

THREE

When Alan awoke, Kevin's bed was empty and he'd left the room. He got up, showered and dressed hastily, and ran to the cafeteria. There he was! But when he got through the cafeteria line he was gone. When he got back to their room after class, Kevin's bed was made up but no Kevin. He waited up until one in the morning but no Kevin.

The next morning he left a note on Kevin's unslept on pillow. "Kev: We've got to talk. Please meet me in the room at five this pm! Alan." He didn't know whether Kevin would be there, but he had to talk to him.

When he entered the room that afternoon, Kevin was there. He was packing his things. Kevin didn't look at him.

"What's going on, Kev."

"I'm moving out."

"Why? Did I do something?"

"No. I did." He sat down at his desk. He was wearing his glasses instead of contacts and looked younger and more vulnerable. Dressed in a long sleeved denim shirt and pleated khakis, he also looked quite handsome - almost pretty, in fact - and one would never have taken him as the owner of the biggest and most beautiful cock on campus. He looked Alan in the eye and assumed a seriousness he seldom showed. "Look, Alan. I've tried out every story I can think of, and everything flunks. I remember what happened night before last. I was drunk but not that drunk, although I really don't think any of it would've come about if we hadn't been just a little drunk. But, anyway, I remember. I haven't been in class since. I've been with Dr. Chatham, the school crisis counselor, a lot. I-I told him what he happened, Alan. But don't worry. Everything's confidential. He said what, uh, what happened isn't all that uncommon and not to make more of it than it is, but that doesn't cut any ice."

He stopped and his face became a mixture of misery and defiance, and his eyes brimmed over and tears rolled down his cheeks. "Fact is, Alan, I liked it! There! That's out, at least. But I know how you must feel after living together for seven months. I promise, though, I've never done that with anyone else before, and I'd never thought of you that way!" He stopped and grinned a little through his misery. "Well, maybe once or twice. But anyway, I'm getting out. Wouldn't want to put that kind of pressure on you . . . or me." He stood up and started putting things into his duffel.

Alan backed up and locked the door. Kevin looked at him curiously. Alan leaned back against the door and looked at Kevin.

"I wasn't that drunk, either. But I thought you'd passed out. I was very frustrated. Very, very frustrated, Kev. That's what I wanted to talk to you about." He moved to Kevin's bed and sat on stacked clothing, looking up at him earnestly. "I-I liked it, too, Kevin. I've never done it before, either. And I never thought of you that way." He grinned mischievously at Kevin. "Well, maybe eight or ten times." He held up his hands at Kevin's startled expression. "Point is, Kev, it was only half done. I-I wanted to, uh, to do you. To help you come. I-I wanted your big cock in my mouth the way mine was in yours. And you passed out on me. You don't need to move out, Kev. I don't hate or despise you. It's not just you. It's me, too."

Kevin reached out his hand and brushed the backs of fingers against Alan's cheek. Alan looked up at him, his eyes swimming with uncertainty. Kevin's hands moved to Alan's hair and his fingers combed through it as he stepped forward. Alan put his face into Kevin's stomach and wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him tightly to him.

After a moment he stood and slowly unbuttoned Kevin's shirt and slipped it from his shoulders letting it drop in a puddle behind him. Kevin was not wearing a tee shirt, and Alan's hands moved over his shoulders and down his chest and stomach. As his fingers fumbled with the button on the waistband of the khakis and undid it, Kevin stopped him with his hands and pulled Alan's rugby shirt over his head. His arms went around him and stroked the bare skin of his back and his clothed buttocks. Alan pressed forward and kissed him, then stepped back.

Alan's fingers again found Kevin's fly and unzipped it. Kevin's trousers fell to the floor around his feet, and he stepped out of them. Alan stooped and pulled his loafers and socks from his feet. He stepped back and looked. Kevin stood before him clad only in his low-rise jockey briefs. His graceful body, clear, rosy tan skin, a line of blond hair rising out of the briefs and running up the center of Kevin's stomach to just above his navel. Alan took in the bulging crotch of Kevin's briefs, and he thought that he could see the outline of Kevin's magnificent cock beneath the thin cotton jersey.

Kevin undid Alan's jeans, pulled them to his knees, and pushed him back into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. He knelt and pulled Alan's sneakers and socks from his feet, and then he pulled the jeans over his feet and tossed them to a nearby chair. Kevin's fingers lightly touched the confined genitals concealed in the pouch of his briefs. Alan felt his own cock stir and begin to stiffen.

"No. Wait." Alan stood up and walked over to his own bed and threw the spread back over the foot of the frame. He came back to Kevin and slowly drew his jockey briefs down to and over his feet. He stood and removed his own briefs. They stood, thus, face to face and drunk in each other's body with their eyes. Alan stepped closer and embraced Kevin pulling his body tightly against him. Although he was slightly taller, Kevin's legs were somewhat longer, and their genitals were approximately the same distance from the floor. They ground their pelvises against each other, their cocks swinging, bumping, stroking and ultimately caressing one another. Alan kissed him, opening his lips, and Kevin returned the kiss with open mouth and searching tongue.

Kevin's hands were on his ass, squeezing and stroking. He moved his own hands lower on Kevin's back, stroking the firm, meaty buttocks and squeezing softly. He wanted to feel like the other night and lifted Kevin a few inches from the floor. "Wrap your legs around me," Alan whispered. Kevin put his arms around his neck, and Alan felt him spread his legs and, holding on to Alan's neck, he lifted his legs and locked them behind Alan's buttocks. Alan looked down between their bodies and saw Kevin's cock and swollen testicles against his soft, curling pubic hair. Kevin was more than half hard. Alan placed his hands on the taut buttocks and lifted and pulled Kevin against him. His own cock was hard, and the length of it was pressing into Kevin's spread cleft. Still holding Kevin, Alan walked awkwardly to his bed and lay Kevin against the head board, in a half-reclining, half-sitting position.

Alan sat on the edge of the bed and placed the notch of his thumb and hand around the base of Kevin's large, almost erect cock and cupped and stroked his testicles with the other three fingers. He leaned forward and kissed Kevin deeply again and then moved his lips down to his neck and shoulders and chest. He kissed and licked Kevin's hard nipples and slipped lower to his stomach, kissing his navel and running his tongue around the indention. Lower still, and his lips were in the soft, curling blond pubic thatch. He inhaled Kevin's musky, male scent with a sigh of satisfaction. Reaching down he coaxed Kevin's legs apart and crawled between them.

Poised above the now fully erect cock, he continued to hold it in the circle of his thumb and forefinger. As had Kevin two nights earlier, Alan glanced up at Kevin, and Kevin, belatedly remembering Alan's nod of assent, gave the same returning assent to Alan. Alan licked the dewdrop of semen from the opening at the tip of Kevin's cock and raised his head savoring the salty sweetness. He looked at the swelling flesh of Kevin's cock, the most perfectly shaped Alan had ever seen, the small veins faintly visible beneath the soft sheathing skin. He opened his lips widely and lowered his head, enclosing the smooth head of his cock in his mouth and licking the expanse of sensitive skin in wet, circular motions and softly across the highly sensitive lips of the opening at the tip of his cock.

His lips slid lower and his tongue stroked firmly the hard ridge of channeling on the underside of the large shaft. He could take no more than three-fourths its length into his mouth, and drew back to the smooth, swollen head of Kevin's cock, sucking firmly and licking wetly. Kevin was watching closely as the encircling mouth slid down his hard, glisteningly wet shaft, this time to within an inch of the base. As Alan slid back up its length, licked and sank down the hard flesh again, Kevin involuntarily flexed his buttocks, thrusting himself slightly into Alan's mouth. This time he could feel Alan's nose and lips pressing firmly into his pubic hair and pelvic mound. He moved his hands to Alan's head and stroked his hair before grasping two handfuls of the dark curls.

Like Kevin, Alan was amazed at how much he enjoyed what he was doing, the feel of the hard cock in his mouth, against his tongue and the smooth cockhead pressing into the back of his mouth and throat. When he succeeded in capturing the whole length into his oral cavity, he felt proud, and when he felt Kevin's hands in his hair and his hips thrusting in synchronous, contrapuntal rhythm to the movements of his head, he grew more aroused and sucked and licked with greater abandon. After a few minutes--all too soon, they both thought--Kevin felt an ache in his loins, and Alan felt the cock between his lips harden and throb more insistently and prepared himself for what he knew was coming.

"Ahh! Al, I'm coming. I can feel it coming. Alan, I can't stop it. Please stop it, Al. No! Don't stop! Keep sucking hard. Yeah, like that! Suck my cock! Get ready! Are you ready? Ughh! Unghh! Yeah, I'm coming!"

The large cock spasmed and jerked against Alan's tongue and he felt a jet stream of hot, spurting come splash against the back of his mouth and flood his stroking tongue in a seemingly never-ending ejaculation. It had a rich taste - slightly salty and slightly sweet with a protein laden flavor. It was like nectar! Alan moaned softly in serendipitous fulfillment as he swallowed rapidly and sucked harder, stroking Kevin's stomach and pubic hair with one hand and stroking and gently squeezing his smooth, hairless testicles with the other. Alan sucked him dry and continued to nurse on the softening flesh, now fully enclosed and being gently laved and massaged with Alan's greedy tongue. Finally, he allowed it to slip from his lips with a wet sound of released suction. He rolled over and lay on his back next to Kevin, his cheek against Kevin's naked hip.

"Ahhh, Al, that was good - great! But don't get too relaxed, because I want you in me, too!"

FOUR

Ben walked into the room, shaking his head puzzled.

"What's wrong?" David saw the tiny vertical line between Ben's eyes and the shake of his head.

Ben continued to shake his head in bafflement, frowning. "That's the third or fourth time in the last couple of weeks that I've gone down the hall to Al's and Kev's room and the doors been locked. They've been inside every time, and every time they've had a reason not to come to the door. 'I'm in the john,' Al yelled a minute ago. Last time it was 'Al's got ear plugs in and is studying. I'm under threat of death if I let anyone in.' I'm beginning to think its me they don't want to see. I can't understand it. I don't think I've done anything, and we've all been best buddies since day one."

David looked at Ben quietly, again noting despite himself how good-looking he was in his blue-eyed Nordic blondness, standing there in his blue oxford cloth shorts and flip-flops. David reassured him quietly, "I'm positive its not you, Ben. Its happened to me once, too, and to Scott at the other end of the hall. Probably just got behind on the books and are having to cram to catch up."

David knew he was lying and had a pretty good idea what was going on behind the locked door. He'd opened the door and come into the room the one time they'd not locked it. It was a couple weeks ago about eleven o'clock. He'd seen them stagger in and shut the door behind them. A few minutes later, he'd opened the door without knocking and had seen Kev sucking Alan's cock and Alan with his eyes closed in beatific ecstasy, his hands holding handfuls of Kevin's hair and his hips thrusting back and forth in lustful abandon as his cock slid in and out of Kevin's sucking mouth. His own thoughts caused him to loose his train of thought and his cock stirred at the memory. He shook his head to clear the remembered images from his mind.

"Don't give it another thought, old buddy." David got up from his desk wearing only his low-cut white briefs, and began doing push-ups to distract his body's reaction to the memory.

Ben watched him with something more than mild curiosity. It had been a little bit of a problem at the beginning but was increasingly severe. David was one of the best looking guys Ben had ever seen, and he caught himself more and more watching him, admiringly, as he was now. David was probably . . . what? One-fourth black and, hmmm, five-eighths white, because Ben knew from an earlier conversation that he was one-eighth Cherokee. The combination had produced a striking appearance. It was obvious that he had negro blood. His darkness made that clear to any observer, although his black hair curled lightly rather than kinky. But his cheekbones were high and prominent, his nose long and straight, though slightly flaring at his nostrils, and his lips full but relatively thin for a quadroon. He was a basketball player and had a great athlete's body. Ben watched him, now, doing push-ups, back muscles dimpling, bunching and rippling with the movement. High, prominent buttocks, muscular legs and arms. He had very little body hair, a little on his legs and less on his arms. Ben remembered the many times he'd seen him completely naked. His pubic thatch was black and loosely curling above a really magnificent cock - not that it was all that huge, contrary to legend, but that it was large and extremely well shaped with a light reddish brown color and a full, rosy brown glans. He glanced now at the bulge in the David's briefs as he got up from his twenty-five push-ups and then looked quickly away lest he be discovered in his unseemly examination.

But David had not been ignorant of the examination. The erotic images of Kevin and Alan that had been haunting his thoughts and fantasies for two weeks impelled him now.

"I think I'll take a shower. You had yours tonight?"

"No. Wait a minute and I'll go down the hall with you."

They were the only ones on the floor in the communal shower. At one time it had been an open, eight head barracks style shower, but in recent years the school had erected partitions between the shower heads, leaving them still open in front. Ben went to one of the stalls, and David took the one opposite. He covertly watched Ben as he showered. He couldn't help wondering if it was his own African heritage that made Ben's difference so attractive. He had the healthy, slightly tanned northern European skin that David associated with his image of Vikings. His hair was just a little darker than white, and his pubic hair was just a little darker than that on his head. It grew to a peak in the middle and trailed an almost imperceptible thin line to just above his navel. Ben had a good, well proportioned body, although he was not really an athlete.

But Ben was conducting his own covert examination. As David soaped his genital area with his hands, Ben felt shame as he imagined his own hands doing the soaping, handling, squeezing and sliding over the fleshy cock, testicles and the lightly curling black hair of his pubes. As he genitals stirred, and his shaft began to lengthen, he turned his back to David to soap his front.

David looked at him from the rear. Meaty but very shapely ass, narrow waist flaring slightly to proportionately broader upper rib cage and shoulders. He had noticed his cock swelling slightly and thought he knew what had caused Ben to turn toward the wall.

Back in their room, David surreptitiously locked the door as he closed it, remembering how he'd walked in to see Kevin and Alan without their being aware of it the one time they'd not locked their door. David really didn't know if anything was going to happen and was not sure that he wanted anything to happen, but his preoccupation with the remembered images of Kevin and Alan had him highly sensitized to the possibilities.

David did not dress for bed but continued to move around the room naked, performing little preparatory tasks for sleep and for class the next day. Ben was anxious not to make a big thing of either his or David's nakedness, and so he followed suit and continued to do his little night time tasks without dressing as well.

David began to feel slightly predatory (although he was not sure to what end) as he continued to do little things to put pressure on Ben. At one point, as Ben was sitting naked at his study desk making a "to do" list, David walked over to show him a photograph of his younger brother that he'd found under a stack a papers. He stood directly in front of Ben as Ben looked at the photo of the good looking sixteen year old boy. Ben tried his best to appear unconcerned as he handled the photo, but his fingers trembled slightly. David was so close that he could smell the musky scent of his sexual maleness and see the individual hairs of his pubic area. The shaft of David's full, fleshy cock was extended but not at all stiff and his testicle sac hung as if full but nonetheless in relaxed looseness. Ben casually crossed his legs to conceal his lengthening cock.

Ben also moved about stretching to put things on shelves, stooping to retrieve items from the floor, lifting and leaning. Once when he picked up a heavy box to move it, David took note of his back and shoulder muscles bunching and dimpling and his stomach muscles as they flexed to reveal a rippling structure. The light blond hair of his pubic area was tightly curled but looked as soft as mohair. The circumcised head of his cock was a pink fleshy color, only slightly darker than the skin of shaft.

David asked Ben to help him move his chest, and as they strained together, side by side, their naked hips and thighs brushed together.

Again, as they were listening to a late night talk show discussing gays in the military, Ben asked David what he thought of the subject.

"Hell, I don't know. I do know that I don't go along with gay bashing. They make their own choices and have that right, at least socially and politically, and I think what they decide to do sexually is their own business and everyone else ought to leave them alone." Ben looked at him with solemn curiosity as he talked and nodded his head in slow agreement.

Finally, they'd delayed things until after midnight and it was time to go to bed. Ben put on his robe to go down the hall to the water fountain and was curious to find the door locked when he left the room. When he returned, he quietly turned the latch to relock it before shutting it behind him.

Both David and Ben were restless after turning out the lights. They continued to talk awhile in the darkness. As their conversation dwindled, both of them continued to turn restlessly in their beds. Finally, after about an hour, David fell into a fitful sleep in which he dreamed about Kevin and Alan and what he'd seen. He was awakened at about two thirty, he'd guess, by a warm hand on his bare shoulder.

"Dave?"

It was Ben. "Yeah, Ben?"

"I can't sleep. I don't know what's wrong. I can't sleep and I can't stay in bed. I think I'm horny."

"Yeah? Me, too." His voice bespoke his curiosity at what was expected of him.

"Uh, yeah, but, uh, what has me sort of keyed up is, uh . . . you."

David considered this silently for a few moments, and then gambling that he understood, he reached over and turned on his bedside lamp to its dimmest setting. He looked solemnly and speculatively at Ben standing next to his bed in boxer shorts. Silently, he raised the corner of his sheet in invitation.

Ben hesitated a moment and then quietly slid in beside him, touching him alongside the entire length of the right side of his body before turning slightly in place to his left side. Leaning on his left elbow, Ben propped his head in his left hand and looked at Dave almost fearfully. David turned his head and returned his look, curiously, almost noncommittally.

Hesitantly, Ben's right hand moved under the sheet to David's left hip. David did not stiffen or move away, and, encouraged, Ben's hand slid softly across the oxford fabric of David's boxers to the bulge of his genitals. Still David did not move away. Ben squeezed slightly and felt David's penis stir ever so slightly. Hesitantly, hopefully, he moved his hand to the opening of the boxers and slid it into the opening. He felt the pleasant raspy coarseness of David's pubic hair as it scratched his palm. Gingerly, almost fearfully, he moved his hand lower to the bare skin of David's genitals. He lay his hand on David's cock, grasped it and squeezed softly. Keeping his grasp on the round tube of flesh with his thumb and forefinger, he moved the last three fingers of his hand to David's testicles, stroking them and then cupping and squeezing them softly.

He could feel David's cock swelling and stiffening. As it lengthened, he grasped it with all five fingers and pulled it through the opening in the boxers. He suddenly sat up and crossed his legs Indian fashion, facing David's hips. His movement caused the sheet to fall back and bunch around David's hips, and he tossed it over the foot of the bed. He drank in with his eyes what was unveiled - David's light cafe au lait skin and the rippling stomach muscles, his firm, fleshy pectorals, his long athletic legs, but most of all the rapidly hardening cock in the grasp of his own hand.

He suddenly felt an urgency to see more. Releasing David's cock from his grasp, he tugged at the boxers. David raised his hips from the bed and they slid down his legs. As he leaned to pull them over his feet, David said, "You, too." Ben stopped and looked at David. David's eyes were heavy with desire, too. Ben got off the bed, removed David's boxers and slid his own to the floor. Ben resumed his cross legged position at David's left hip and visually feasted. Strangely, Ben could see David's bathing suit marks where the skin of his pelvic region was almost imperceptibly lighter than his torso and upper thighs.

But it was the beautiful dark tan cock, bulging scrotum and curling black pubic hair that held his attention. With his right hand, he squeezed the pouch of testicles softly while, with his left, he ran his fingers through the pubic hair. Completing his byplay, he grasped the half erect penis in his right hand again and began to move it in a masturbating motion up and down. David's cock quickly became rampantly erect.

"Ahhh, yes," Ben sighed softly, "this is what I have wanted to do." David's cock was warm in his hand, and he could feel its palpitations as his own hand stroked rhythmically. He felt a touch high on his thigh. He looked down at the dark hand sliding across his much paler skin. He was, by this time, fully erect. David scooted down in the bed slightly so that he could reach the pale, swollen cock. Ben looked down at David's hand alternately grasping, squeezing and stroking his cock. He looked at David, hopefully, gratefully, and David looked at him solemnly and nodded. "Yeah, Ben. Me, too."

Suddenly David half set up, released Ben's still rising shaft, put his hand on his far shoulder and pulled him back into a reclining position beside him. They lay facing one another, their hands stroking each other's hips and pelvic area. David, almost fearfully, leaned forward and approached Ben's lips with his own. Ben was stiff and unresponsive at the first touch, and David almost drew back, but then Ben's lips yielded and returned the pressure. Ben opened his lips against David's and tentatively touched the closure with his tongue. David immediately opened his own lips to the request for admittance, and Ben's tongue slid into his mouth where his and David's tongues stroked one another as they continued to kiss deeply. Ben slid closer to David and put his arm around him, stroking his firm, fleshy butt urgently. He felt David's hand sliding down his rib cage and behind him to find its destination on his own ass. Their bodies were now molded to one another from chest to knee as they continued to kiss passionately.

Ben felt an unnameable urge as they kissed, but before he could act upon it, David's lips broke from his, and David rolled him to his back and lay on top of him. Ben felt David's erection against his own, and then David was rapidly sliding down his body, kissing and nipping lightly as he slid between his legs. David's lips were pressed against the softly curling blond hair of his pubis, and then they were poised above his hard, throbbing cock. David looked at him questioningly, and Ben responded eagerly, "Yes, Dave, yes! And then me, you."

David placed his lips over the smooth, gleaming helmet of Ben's glans penis and licked in warm, wet circular motions around and over its sensitive skin. Ben watched as David slid his lips lower and lower until his cock was buried in David's mouth, and David's lips and nose were pressed into his pubic hair. The feel of David's tongue as it stroked up and down on the throbbing tube on the underside of Ben's cock was exquisite. His hands went to David's head and grasped two handfuls of tight curls.

David was almost dizzy with fulfillment. What had been troubling his mind and making his body restless for days was almost complete. Ben's beautiful white cock throbbed against his stroking tongue and his cockhead pressed into the back of his mouth. He slid his lips up the now saliva slick shaft and licked lingeringly over the entire surface of the head and then moved his lips back down. Ben thrust with his hips and aided the full penetration. Soon their rhythm was established as David's lips and tongue stroked up and down and Ben's hips thrust slightly in and out. The unnamed longing that had filled Ben all night had attacked his endurance, and after just a few minutes, he felt a slight aching jab in his loins and his cock lengthened and hardened. David was alerted by Ben's deeper thrust and his tightened grasp on his hair.

"Dave! I-I'm coming. Can't take it out. Can't stop it! Can't hold it! Yes! Here it comes! Aaghh!"

David heard Ben's words with anticipation and dread, never having done it before. He sucked with greater abandon and felt Ben's cock spasm and begin jerking and his mouth was filled with a forceful, pulsating stream of hot semen. David swallowed rapidly, savoring the salty sweet taste, and after the orgasm was finished, he continued to suck and lick, receiving the last traces of the ejaculation, until Ben's cock softened in his mouth. He released it from his lips with the soft, wet slurping sound of released suction.

No sooner had he released Ben's cock from his lips than Ben was pulling him up beside him, kissing him deeply and tasting his own come in David's mouth. Without preamble but with intense urgency, Ben crawled between David's thighs, looked longingly at David's hard flesh and covered the engorged cockhead with his lips. He licked the broad cockhead wetly and thoroughly and slid his lips down the shaft, stroking the underside with tongue and lips. He pressed his nose and lips into David's pubes and inhaled the musky male odor he'd smelled earlier tonight and that had acted as an aphrodisiac upon him the remainder of the night.

David watched as Ben's lips slid up his wetly gleaming cock. There was a time that David would have believed that he would feel triumphant at the sight of the blond head in his lap, avidly sucking his milk chocolate flesh, but those concerns were far from his mind now. His dark tan hand was combing through Ben's blond curls, and his hips were gently thrusting in and out Ben's lips as Ben rode the hard cock up and down against his tongue and gliding lips.

Ben loved it. He had not imagined this earlier, thinking that he was looking for only tactile contact with his hands, but now he knew what he had wanted for months now. David's hard cock sliding between his lips and against his stroking tongue, filling him, satisfying some deep yearning heretofore unacknowledged!

He felt David's cock harden and press into the back of his mouth. First, it throbbed insistently, then spasmed and then began to jerk in his mouth.

"Unghh! Ben, I coming! Big load!"

Ben's mouth was flooded a copious, spurting stream of hot, salty sweet come which he swallowed rapidly and savored in his mouth. David felt hot tears on his skin and pubic area as Ben wept in fulfillment.

Afterwards, David asked him, "Were you crying? Did I hurt you?"

"N-no. It was just so wonderful. I loved it. All of it!"

"Me, too. Ben, just tell me though! Was your chocolate milk shake as good as my vanilla milk shake?"

Ben laughed and hugged him tightly before kissing him deeply. "Better. I'm sure it was better."

FIVE

That night as Ben and David were exploring new dimensions of their relationship, so were Alan and Kevin.

They had explored almost every realm of their new sexual relationship and had come to realize that it was important to complete an understanding of the possibilities into which they entered in order that they could put it into the perspective of something to be developed more slowly and understandingly. At this time, however, they had difficulty in focusing on anything other each other and what they were doing together.

"I'm afraid people may have begun to start wondering about us," Kevin said as they sent Ben from their locked door. "That's the third time he's been down here this week and found the door locked."

They were in bed, naked of course, and had just completed the act of mutual fellatio to which the French had given the descriptive name of "soixante-neuf." Now as they kissed one another deeply each of them tasted their own semen mixed with the other's as their tongues stroked.

"I know. I'm sorry about Ben. He's a good friend. Dave, too. Maybe we need to plan something with them to reestablish contact. Supper tomorrow night?" Tomorrow was Friday and that would give them opportunity for a long leisurely dinner and night out since they could sleep late Saturday morning.

They got up and slipped on tee shirts and sweatpants and hit their books for about three hours. They heard the sounds of dormitory life diminish as the hours became late. Kevin got up to go down the hall to the water fountain. He was shaking his head in puzzled questioning when he returned.

"I saw light coming from beneath the door of Ben's and David's room and stopped to ask them about dinner tomorrow night, but their door was locked."

"Well, Kev, we lock our door, too."

Kevin smiled at Alan. "Yeah, but that's different. We're . . ." He stopped suddenly, and he and Alan raised their eyebrows to one another in sudden speculation.

As they got ready for bed, they went about the ritual that had become almost habitual over the last two weeks - that of disrobing one another. They invariably ended up, if not actually engaging in sex, in kissing deeply and stroking in hidden places. Tonight, as Alan stroked his butt while they kissed, Kevin felt Alan's fingers between his cleft. He bucked slightly against the inquiring fingers, and something that had been in his mind for several days came to fruition in purposeful intent. As Alan's hand continued to explore and brush across his anus, he grasped and stroked Alan's penis to an erection. Kevin broke away from their embrace.

"Alan, I want to try something new. You interested?"

Alan, of course, was interested, and he looked questioningly at Kevin. Kevin went into the half-bath and returned with a tube of vaseline in his hand. "I want you to fuck me in the ass. Will you?"

Alan's cock became more erect at the thought, but he was doubtful. "Kevin, I . . . Won't I hurt you?"

"I don't think so. Not much anyway. It couldn't be all that much different from a girl losing her virginity. People do it a lot, I understand."

"Well, okay. If you're sure."

Kevin spread the lubricating gel on Alan's cock generously and then got to his knees and elbows on his bed. Alan got into position behind him. He watched what he was doing closely as he took a generous amount of the gel on his fingers and spread it around and into the pink puckered area of Kevin's sphincter.

Kevin felt the heat of Alan's cock as it approached his ass and intruded in the spread cleft of his buttocks. Alan's cockhead pressed against the sphincter. "Are you sure, Kev?" Alan asked. Kevin's only answer was to rock back slight and increase the pressure of imminent entry. Alan pressed forward, and surprisingly, as Kevin relaxed the muscles of his tight sphincter, his cock slid rather easily into the tight warmth of Kevin's ass. His full entry was effected in one slow stroke and he hesitated as his pubic hair crushed against the smooth skin of Kevin's buttocks.

Kevin had grunted slightly at the unfamiliar feeling of being filled from the rear and the slight pain of initial entry. But with Alan fully buried in him, he rocked back and forth slightly, groaning softly with increasing pleasure. "Fuck me, Alan. It feels sooo goood! Fuck me!"

Alan withdrew to his glans and slid back in fully. Kevin's sphincter muscle squeezed and relaxed, stimulating Alan's cock with intense physical pleasure. He began a rhythmical thrusting in and out and Kevin rocked back and forth in contrapuntal synchronization. As the pleasure became even more intense, Alan leaned forward and kissed Kevin's back, continuing to thrust. He reached under Kevin's kneeling body and stroked his stomach and pubic area. He fancied he could feel his cock filling Kevin but knew it was probably only the spasmodic tightening of Kevin's stomach muscles in rhythm with the thrusts inward. He grasped and stroked Kevin's cock.

The pleasure increased and Alan felt his cock harden and the familiar increase of the ache of pressure in his loins. "I'm coming, Kev. Oh, baby! Am I ever coming!" He thrust forward, burying himself deeply in Kevin's warmth, and stiffened as he cock began to jerk and pump a copious, pulsating stream of come in Kevin's bowels. Kevin felt his insides being filled with warmth as Alan ejaculated and wiggled his buttocks against Alan encouraging even more. As Alan completed his ejaculation, Kevin dropped flat to his stomach on the bed, Alan atop him, his softening cock still buried, and they lay thus for several minutes as they regained their breathing, pulse and sexual equilibrium.

"Uhmmm-umm, good," Kevin moaned softly in satiated satisfaction.

"Yeah," Alan agreed, kissing the back of Kevin's neck. "Uh, Kev?"

"Yeah?"

"Uh, do you, uh, think you can, uh, do me tonight? Or do I have to wait?"

"Oh, I think I can manage."

And so he could. A few minutes later, as Alan spread the lubricant, on Kevin's hard penis, he almost had second thoughts. Kevin was enough larger that he had some concern for the possibility of physical pain, but his desire to experience what Kevin had experienced and to bring to Kevin the same intense pleasure that Kevin had given him was so great that he suppressed his trepidation. As he assumed his position on hands and elbows and Kevin spread the vaseline in his crevice and around his sphincter, however, Kevin himself expressed some fear.

"Look, Alan, I-I'm maybe a little bit too big. I don't want to hurt you."

"Please, Kev, I want it."

Kevin placed himself between Alan's legs and guided his large, hard cock to what now appeared to be a tiny opening. At the entrance, he hesitated and then gently thrust forward. There was resistance and he stopped.

"No, Kevin. Please! Do it. I want it."

Kevin thrust with more force and succeeded in making entry. "Unghh!" Alan grunted, and Kevin stopped again. "No, no. Please. I'm okay," Alan pleaded. Kevin pressed, and now that the entry was made, his hard penis slid in much more easily. Alan's ring of sphincter muscle tightened and relaxed spasmodically, bringing intense pleasure to Kevin. Alan was making sounds of mixed discomfort and pleasure. "Ungh! Ohhh. Yes! Ungh! All of it, Kev. I want all of your beautiful cock inside me! Ungh! Oh, yeahhh." Finally Kevin was fully imbedded. They began the same rhythm of thrusting and rocking, as Kevin fucked Alan with more and more abandon and Alan eagerly received it with as much abandon. Kevin was now over Alan's back, embracing his waist and chest, his hands moving rapidly over the chest and nipples and stomach and pubis of his lover as he thrust back and forth with increasing speed and force and his cock sliding in and out of the tight enclosure as Alan's sphincter muscle alternately tightened and relaxed massaging his hardness to the point of almost unbearable ecstasy. He held back his orgasm as long as possible in order to prolong the experience. Alan was now almost babbling, "Oh, oh, oh. Yes, yes, yes. Oh, baby, your filling me up. Fill me up. Oh, ahhh. Kevin, I love it! I love your cock in me! Fuck me. Ohhh, Kev, fuck me!"

Finally, Kevin could hold back no longer. His cock stiffened and seemed to swell, and he felt a familiar jabbing ache in his loins. As he rammed his rock hard penis into Alan's rectum, his semen, so long under the pressure of his delay, shot forth into Alan in forceful spurts.

"Ahhhh, Al there it is. I'm coming."

"Yes! Yes! I can feel it splashing hot inside me. Ohhhh! I want your come in me! Ahhh, Kev you're filling me up."

Finally, the ejaculation was complete and Kevin withdrew and held Alan in arms as Alan kissed him in passionate fulfillment. During the night, however, they both felt their sheets becoming wet with semen and got up and showered together, washing the come from one another's buttocks, genitals and thighs.

Six

Kevin was in the cafeteria eating breakfast with Kyle Bishop, one of the dorm jocks, and waiting for Alan before having his second cup of coffee. He saw Alan enter the cafeteria, look around and give him a wave before heading over. As he approached, Kevin possessively took note of his dark haired handsomeness, sultry brown eyes, clear skin and his athletic physiques. He remembered their love-making the night before and was stunned by the sudden wave of tenderness that washed over him. He had to remember where he was in order to restrain himself from getting up and meeting him with an embrace and kiss.

Alan approached with a carefully slow, rolling gate. Kyle grinned at him, "Whatsa matter, Al? You walk like you've got a corn cob up your ass."

Alan smiled superficially at him. "Well, not exactly a corn cob, Kyle. But how did you know what that was like? Is this something you do often with corn cobs?"

Kyle laughed in appreciation, and Kevin couldn't stop himself from joining in, as much because of how closely Kyle had come to the truth as for Alan's wit. After Kyle had left them and Alan had gotten his breakfast, Kevin whispered, "I'm sore, too. I could hardly walk at first this morning."

"There's only solution," Alan whispered back. "Practice! What say we skip class and go back to the room."

"Love to, but can't. I'm game for a nooner though."

"Noon it is. Did you see David or Ben about supper?"

"Yeah. Its on. Seven o'clock. That okay?"

"Yeah. That'll give us about six hours."

"Braggart!"

"Not bragging, just stating facts."

They did, in fact, spend about two hours in slow, leisurely sexual petting and foreplay and then comfortably and slowly fucked each other in the ass before taking a couple of hours' nap.

They drove over to Lyme in Kevin's Mercedes. One of the principal's in a large New York investment banking firm had been the best friend of Kevin's father and had given him a key to his lodge and asked to him to check on it periodically.

"He comes up for a month in the summer and couple of times to ski in the winter. Someone does all the yard work and house maintenance, but Walt wanted someone he knew to check on things."

Kevin's mother and father had been killed in a plane crash when he was eleven, and there was only a very elderly, remote grandmother. Kevin was the sole beneficiary of a trust fund valued at over a two hundred million dollars of a Fortune 100 company's common stock and half again as much in other investments, and, since he had few demands upon it, it kept growing in value at the rate of about seven and a half million a year. In fact all of them except Ben were from wealthy families. Alan's father was the managing partner of one of the major New York law firms, and David's mother was an enormously popular singer and actress. David's father had been a quarter Cherokee, a quarter black, half white pro football star who had killed himself within a year after his career was ended by a mangled knee. Ben's father was a country doctor in North Carolina, and in other company he doubtless would have been considered well off.

After an excellent meal at the Lyme Inn, they drove a few miles into the New Hampshire mountains to the lodge of Kevin's godfather. It was pseudo rustic with all the amenities - large great room with fireplace and bar, three bedrooms with king-sized beds and private baths, a large gourmet kitchen and dining area, a swimming pool and a quaint gazebo with hot tub.

"I've come up a couple of Saturdays to study during finals but really haven't been here much otherwise. Really should though. Its real nice and I have an open okay to use it anytime I like."

They toured the house and grounds. The pool was closed, but they discovered that the hot tub was active.

Alan said, "I sure wouldn't mind sitting in that hot tub for a while."

Kevin looked at him quickly and grinned. "Me, either. Want to give it a try? It should only take about half an hour for it to get hot."

"I'm game," David answered, and Ben nodded. Kevin turned the heater on and they returned to the house. A fire was set, and Kevin turned on the starter. It was soon burning cozily.

"Look. If you guys would like, we can stay here tonight instead of going back to the dorm, especially since tomorrow's Saturday and no classes. I'll drive down to Lyme to the convenience store and get some eggs and bacon and stuff for breakfast."

David and Ben shot each other quick inquiring looks and nodded in assent together.

Kevin led Ben and David to one of the large bedrooms which would be theirs for the night. Kevin checked the sheets and found the bed fully dressed with fresh sheets and blankets. He and Alan checked out the master bedroom and found it also prepared for guests. In the master bedroom, there was a big entertainment center with a giant screen TV and a locked cabinet beneath it. Kevin tried the small key on the ring his dad's friend had given him. The cabinet was stocked with a large collection of videocassettes, most of them apparently pornographic.

"Hey guys! I think we've found some entertainment. We'll take a watch when I get back, okay."

Alan wanted to ride down with him in case there was any difficulty on the mountain road. On the way back after stocking up on groceries, Kevin said wistfully, "This is great. I wish it were just you and I, though."

"We'll be able to do anything we want tonight, Al."

"Yeah, but I'd like to do the hot tub without clothes. Sure would help my tender ass hole."

"Hmmm. That's right. Look, I don't see why we shouldn't. They're guys and they're our friends."

"Yeah," Alan muttered, "but can I keep my hands off you and my dick soft?"

The hot tub was ready when they returned. They stored the groceries, and Kevin turned to David and Ben, "Look none of us have any trunks, so if its just the same to you, we'll do the hot tub in the skinny."

David and Ben looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

As they undressed in their room, Alan said to Kevin, "Have you noticed how David and Ben glance each other and cue each other on every decision that's been made tonight?"

"You and I do the same thing, Al."

"Yeah, now. But I don't think we did before we were . . ."

"Lovers?" Kevin asked when Al hesitated. "That's okay, Alan. That's how I think of us, too. I have to keep reminding myself to say 'roommate' and 'best friend' to other people."

"Am I your best friend, Kev?"

"You have been since about a week after we started rooming together. That's . . . that's part of what makes all this so complete. But, look, Al, I've been wondering. Do you think Dave and Ben are, uh, you know, making it together? Like us?"

Alan was stopped short by the thought, but it made a lot of other things fit together. Their silent glances at one another. How solicitous they were of another. "You know, Kev, that may just be it."

"Let's watch them, Al, and see. Oh, I don't mean spy, but watch how they act with that thought in mind."

"Well, what's it to us if they are?"

"Nothing, really, but it may be handy information to have."

They met in the great room, towels wrapped around their waists. "We'd better run for hot tub, fellas," David said, "its really chilly out there."

They were in such a hurry to get into the swirling hot water that they barely had a chance to catch more than a glimpse of each other's nakedness, but once in the tub with its underwater lights, they fairly openly sized up everyone in the distortion of the clear bubbling water. The three white boys - or at least Kevin and Alan - were probably most intrigued by David's skin, the color of double cream milk chocolate, but they failed to understand that David found them unique as well. He was most impressed by Kevin's large penis, clearly the champ of the crowd.

Alan had tried several different positions but none were what he had hoped. Finally, he threw caution to the winds and spreading his legs and hooking his heels over the ledge, he placed his anus about six or eight inches from one of the jets. He smiled in satisfaction and nodded to Kevin who, shortly afterwards, took a similar position in front of another jet.

"What's with you guys?" Ben asked, "got the red ass about something?" He giggled at his own wit.

"Yeah, you might say that," Alan replied. "But, see here, you ought to try this. Its nice."

David and Ben, curious, tried it and smiled. "It is good," Ben conceded. "Kinda erotic, but it sure does feel good."

"Erotic? How so?" Kevin hadn't realized until that moment that it was.

"Oh, I don't know, but it just feels good." He looked at David inquiringly and smiled when David gave him a smile of agreement.

Afterwards, they all went back into the master bedroom, and Kevin displayed the erotic film collection. They were in their underwear, now, all white jockey briefs except David who sported white low slung, contour pouch bikinis. They took some cassettes to the bed and looked through them. They agreed on two cassettes and put one in. It was two guys and one girl, all very attractive. In their own minds, however, they were somewhat more interested in the guys and their genitals than in the woman. Most of the scenes were of various scenarios of two on one. In one, they lay in a circle and one guy ate the girl's pussy while she sucked the other guy's cock. The thing was that the other guy was sucking the first guy's cock. They were propped up four across the king sized bed, and Ben was the first to casually put a pillow in his lap.

Alan had been looking through the other cassettes they had brought from the cabinet, and when the first tape was done, he said, "Here's one that says 'Walt and Keith'. Let's look at that one." Kevin wanted to protest, but he acceded, feeling only a little bit ashamed at his invasion of his friend's privacy.

The "Walt" of the title was obviously Kevin's friend. The film had been shot in this very room. Keith was a young seventeen or eighteen year old. Kevin didn't tell anyone it was his second cousin, the grandson of his grandmother's brother. He watched curiously.

Walt and Keith came in the pool door in dripping wet swim trunks. Walt caught Keith by the arm and kissed him tenderly. Keith placed his hand down the front of Walt's swim trunks. Walt pulled the trunks down Keith's legs and he stepped out. Keith pulled Walt's trunks off, too, and they stood naked admiring each other. Both were well built although Walt was in his mid to late forties and had a few grey hairs. He sat Keith on the edge of the bed and brought the fresh, young penis to an erection by manipulation, and then he sucked him off to ejaculation. Keith then pulled Walt on to the bed and crawled between his legs and sucked Walt until he was rampantly erect. Then he withdrew and admired the beautiful cock, perhaps as large as Kevin's. He then sucked in earnest until Walt came in his mouth. They then lay on bed and kissed for a while, handling each other lovingly. There were zoom shots and the camera moved to various angles, so Kevin concluded that there had to have been a photographer. He'd thought at first that the camcorder was set up on a tri-pod.

As the movie concluded, they all had pillows in their laps. Ben's hand, however, had unobtrusively slid under David's pillow.

Kevin thought for a moment, then risked it. "You guys have got something going, haven't you?"

"No more than you and Alan," David replied. "Hell, Kevin, you and Alan have been living behind locked doors for a couple weeks. But there was one time you didn't lock your door. About two, two and a half weeks ago, you guys came in pissed. I came down twenty minutes or so afterwards and came in. The door wasn't locked. You guys need to be careful about that! Kevin, you were sucking Alan's cock with such concentration that you weren't aware of anything else. And, Alan, you were so close to ejaculation, the building could have fallen and you wouldn't have noticed."

Alan and Ben were both stunned, but Kevin remained calm. He even smiled a little and shook his head.

Ben said, "Alan and Kevin! Dave, do you know what you're talking about?" But one look at Alan's pale face and then the rising flush was enough to confirm it.

Kevin, sure now of David's and Ben's relationship, was not so concerned, and he started laughing softly. "How long, Dave? How long have you and Ben been getting it on?"

"Couple of days." David didn't much want to talk now. Somehow he felt he'd betrayed something. He wished he'd kept his mouth shut.

Ben had raised his knees toward his chest and was hugging the pillow in his lap.

"I'm sorry, Ben. I should have kept my mouth shut," David said.

"Don't worry, Ben. Alan and I obviously aren't going to tell anyone." Kevin said.

"Its not just that. In a funny sort of way I don't feel ashamed. A part of me doesn't mind other people knowing. Its just that I've hardly had a chance to get used to it myself, and now others know before I even understand it myself." All of them were silent at that. Each of them could identify with what Ben was saying.

Kevin said, "Listen, Ben, you, too, David. I want to get something straight. Dave, that night was the first time for either Alan or me. I don't know, maybe I'd had subconscious thoughts. But they didn't emerge until that night. We were both a little drunk. Afterwards, I was miserable. As much because I really had enjoyed it as because of what it told me about myself, but most of all because of what I was afraid Alan would think of me. I didn't go to class for two days and I hid from Alan. I must've spent hours talking to Dr. Chatham about what had happened. I even thought about killing myself." He saw Alan's stricken look and reached across and stroked his cheek affectionately. "I was packing to move out two days later when Alan came in. He told me he didn't hate me, that he'd enjoyed it, too, and that he wanted to keep on with it. So we've kept on with it. I know that sexually I feel more complete than I ever have with any woman. . . . And Alan doesn't know it because I haven't told him, yet. And, I should have, Al, I'm sorry. But I love him - not just as sexual partner but as my best friend and not just as my best friend but as my sexual partner."

"Kev, I . . ." Alan turned toward Kevin and kissed him deeply, not caring about the witnesses. "I-I love you, but I've been afraid to tell you because I was afraid of what you'd think of me."

"So, look, you guys," Kevin's voice was cracking with suppressed feelings, "why don't you just go into your room for a while. Alan and I have got some things to sort out."

Ben and David left quietly, touched and wondering.

When they had left, Kevin looked at Alan. "Is it true, Al, or did you just feel you had to say that to help me out?"

Alan embraced him and kissed his brimming eyes softly. "Its true, Kev. I think I've loved you that way since we became friends. I used to think that if I could just touch you or find some way to be near you, you know? Just lay with you and be close, that'd be enough, but I know now what I was really longing for. Do you realize how improbably fortunate we were to get assigned to the same room and to circumstances work together as they did?"

"Yeah. I feel so happy and lucky. . . . Of course, you know we've got to make love, don't you? How will it be, sucking or fucking?"

"I want it to be that like that first night, only I want to give voice to what was in my mind and heart."

They got up and Alan removed his underwear and stood with it in his hand. Kevin removed his briefs but got his foot caught and began to hop about the room. Passing Alan, Alan grasped his arm and Kevin clutched at Alan's arm. They fell to the floor in a heap, Alan atop Kevin.

"Get off me, you big cow!"

"Big cow! You klutz! I was trying to keep you from falling!"

Kevin pushed at him and, in some magical movement, had reversed the position and sat atop Alan, straddling his hips and holding his wrists to the floor. He was laughing softly and lovingly, and Alan laughed at his helpless situation but in the joy of sure knowledge, now.

Slowly, their laughter died as Kevin became conscious of Alan's pubic hair and hardening penis pressing into his buttocks and as Alan gazed lovingly, possessively at Kevin's testicles and his large, beautiful penis laying across his stomach. Kevin looked solemnly into Alan's eyes, and Alan returned his gaze with the same solemnity. Still holding Alan's wrists, Kevin lowered his face to Alan's and kissed him.

Alan yielded his lips and then began to return the kiss. Kevin slid his arms under Alan's arms across his upper back and cupped the back of his head with his palms. His lips opened against Alan's, and Alan opened his in eager response. Their tongues began to stroke one another.

As Kevin moved to stretch on top of Alan's supine body, Alan stopped him. "No, Kev, what I wanted to say is this. Please don't move. I've seen you naked all year, and I've wanted to touch your penis and now there it is laying on my stomach, staring me in the eye. Please, may I touch it."

"Yeah," Kevin said thrusting his hips towards him. "I'd like that."

Alan reached out and touched Kevin's large penis and stroked it softly. He placed his hands on Kevin's ass and pulled him up his body until Kevin was actually astride his chest, Kevin's knees pressing into his armpits. Alan reached into the nearby lounge chair for a couple of throw pillows and placed them under his head. "Kevin, I want you in my mouth. I know you may despise me for it, but I want it so much I can't keep silent about it."

"I won't despise you, Al. I'd like it." Alan grasped it and began to move the skin back forth in his gentle fist. When it was fully erect, he raised his head from the pillows and pulled Kevin's hips toward his lips. Kevin's taste and scent were, of course, intimately familiar to Alan, but he put himself back two and half weeks earlier when it was still uncharted territory. There was small drop of semen on the pouting, reddened lips at the opening on tip of Kevin's cockhead, and Alan removed it with his tongue and rolled it on his tongue and lips.

"Nectar," he whispered, and then, pulling Kevin's buttocks toward him he took the head of Kevin's cock into his mouth sucking and licked wetly and pulled Kevin into his salivating mouth. Kevin raised himself erect on his knees and grasped handfuls of Alan's hair and began to thrust in and out.

"Oh, to think it might have been this way!" he groaned as Alan's tongue stroked the bulge beneath his penis. Alan sucked harder, and Kevin's cock got longer and harder and seemed to swell to fill Alan's mouth.

"Alan, I'm gonna come!" And Alan sucked harder, pulling Kevin to him as delicious jets of sweet come flooded his mouth. Alan continued to nurse on the softening penis and pulled all traces of come from Kevin.

Afterwards, Kevin lay atop Alan and slid down his body toward a position between Alan's legs, kissing and flicking each erect nipple with his tongue.

Alan's hardening penis rubbed against Kevin's stomach as Kevin kept sliding down the length of his body. Now he was between his legs and his lips and tongue were pressing into his navel. He was kissing his pubic hair, and then his head was poised above his erect penis. Kevin glanced up Alan's body and looked at him inquiringly. Alan assented with an eager nod.

There was a small pearl of semen standing at the mouth of the urethra at the tip of Alan's cock, and Kevin experimentally touched it with his tongue. It had a pleasantly clean, salty sweet taste. He held the base of Alan's erection within a ring of his thumb and forefinger. He opened his mouth and covered Alan's smooth, gleaming cockhead with his mouth, swirling his smooth wet tongue around the circumference and across the top of the smooth, sensitive skin. He began to slide his lips down the swollen, hard flesh. He stroked the underside of Alan's penis with his tongue and felt the hard flesh flex in his mouth in response as his lips slid lower. His nose was in Alan's thick pubic growth and he inhaled his musky male scent as the head of Alan's cock throbbed urgently in the back of his mouth, pressing against his throat. He slid his lips back up and greedily swirled his tongue over and around the head of Alan's cock again and began to slip his moist lips lower. Involuntarily, Alan thrust forward, and after a few more strokes they developed a synchronous rhythm. Alan's hands were in his hair, stroking and grasping as Kevin's lips and tongue stroked up and down the wetly gleaming shaft. Alan's hips rose from the floor and thrust deeply. Kevin could feel the flesh in his mouth lengthen and become harder. It throbbed insistently and began jerk spasmodically.

"Kevin, I'm coming. I can't help it. Aagh! Here it is! I'm coming now!"

Kevin felt his mouth flooded with a hot spurting stream of thick semen, and he swallowed eagerly and rapidly and continued to suck and swallow greedily until he had gotten the last traces.

Afterwards, as they lay in bed in each other's arms, Alan said, "That's the way it should have been. That's what I wanted it but was too scared to follow through on. If I had, you wouldn't have been so ashamed and suffered so much for that two days."

"Shhhh. Its okay. It was all worth it for this."

Before they fell asleep that night, they had a long serious discussion and, coming to agreement on the subject, they fell asleep in a tangled embrace.

SEVEN

At breakfast the following morning, Kevin broached the subject.

"Look, we've all just finished mid-terms and don't have anything pressing. Why don't we stay up this weekend? Walt said he'd like me and my friends to use this place."

Dave and Ben looked at one another and nodded in agreement. "Suits us," Ben said.

"Uh, one other thing," Kevin said. "We know that you two have been getting it on with each other. Wait! Let me finish. Its okay. As you've guessed, so have Alan and I. What we've been thinking is why don't we swap up this weekend. Neither of one of us has been with anyone but each other, and both of us would like to try both of you."

Dave had been shocked at the suggestion, but as Kevin continued, he became intrigued and looked inquiringly at Ben. Ben had a gleam in his eye. He smiled at Dave and nodded.

"But what about you and Alan. Don't you guys have something exclusive?"

"Yeah," said Alan, smiling tenderly at Kevin. "But we've talked about this and both of us understand and agree. This won't change what we have between us."

"But who? How?" asked Ben.

"We'll draw straws this morning and then swap out this afternoon. Alan and I will be together tonight and you guys probably want to do the same."

Kevin and Ben drew each other, and they retired to the master bedroom while Dave and Alan went into the room where Ben and Dave had stayed the night before.

Ben and Kevin, behind the closed door of the master bedroom, looked at one another. They were about the same size and build and coloring and found that intriguing. Both of them were barefooted and wearing their slacks and tee shirts. They moved close to one another uncertainly and stopped.

Then Kevin smiled at Ben. "Hell, we know what's going to happen. Why are we waiting?" Relieved, Ben smiled in response. Kevin stepped close and pulled Ben's tee shirt over his head, and Ben mimicked the rite. Kevin undid the clasp at the waistband of Ben's trousers and slid the zipper down. Ben's loose fitting trousers dropped around his feet and he stepped out of them. Kevin gazed at his body and genitals approvingly, and Ben stepped close to him. Undoing the waistband and sliding the zipper of Kevin's trousers down, the fly of Kevin's hip huggers flapped open revealing his pubic growth. Ben knelt and began to slide them over his hips. As Kevin's penis was exposed to Ben's sight, his eyes grew large and he whispered, "Gosh!" and pushed the trousers to the floor.

Kevin's cock was swollen and lengthened to its full size in anticipation but had not become erect. Ben reverently lifted a hand to touch it and stroke it, and it moved beneath his touch. Hypnotized he leaned toward it and pressed his face against Kevin's genitals and pubic growth. Grasping the shaft of the large cock with one hand he lifted it to his waiting lips. He captured the still soft flesh in his lips and licked and sucked as he moved his lips to the base and pressed his lips against Kevin's pelvis. He felt it becoming hard in mouth as he slid his sucking lips back to the end of the shaft. He removed it from his mouth and, holding it in both hands, examined its length.

"Awesome!" he breathed, looking up at Kevin. He licked his lips and slid them over the helmeted head of Kevin's beautifully erect cock and licked wetly and slowly over its entire surface. Still holding it in his hand, he again removed Kevin's wetly gleaming cock from his mouth and rubbed the cockhead against his lips. He opened his mouth and his tongue snaked out to lick the tiny pouting lips of the small opening of Kevin's urethra at the tip of his cock and then he gently caressed the area just under the cockhead with his smooth, wet tongue, tickling gently. Kevin's cock jerked once and a small stream of come dropped onto Ben's tongue before Kevin tightened his muscles to suppress premature ejaculation. Ben licked the minispurt of semen from Kevin's urethra and sucked the small amount at the tip from the hard flesh. His lips slid forward and engulfed the whole length. Kevin's hands were on his head, and Ben avidly moved his lips up and down the large shaft, squeezing and stroking Kevin's firm, round ass as he did so.

Kevin rapidly turned his body around so that he lay on his side next to Ben, his face in close proximity to Ben's swollen cock. Ben momentarily lost Kevin's cock from between his lips in the maneuver but greedily recaptured it as he sucked hungrily on the wonderfully beautiful flesh. Kevin captured Ben's now stiffly swollen shaft between his lips and sucked the 6-1/2" cock into his throat. Hands around the other's buttocks, squeezing and caressing, lips and tongue voraciously sucking and stroking, pelvises thrusting their cocks passionately as their cocks sought the deepest recesses of the other's throat, their eyes squeezed shut in the passion of the moment, they did not hear the door open as Dave and Alan entered the room.

Dave took up a position behind Kevin and Alan behind Ben. Lubricating their rampantly erect cocks with KY jelly, they lay on their sides and nudged their cockheads into the crevice of the two asses before them. Kevin's and Ben's eyes sprang open as each spied what was afoot behind his "soixante-neuf" partner. As the hard cocks sought, found and then penetrated their anuses, they began to buck more widely at the double assault. The room was filled with heavy breathing, grunts of passion and delight, the slurpy squishing sound as cocks pumped at insatiable anal and oral orifices. Ben was the first to feel the hot cum churning from his deepest pleasure point up through the seminal channel in his testicles and into his cock as it spilled in violent jets into Kevin's mouth. As if it were a signal, Kevin came copiously into Ben's throat and Alan and Dave spilled hot semen deep into the bowels of their two partners.

Finally sated, the four lay back in a tangle of bodies and limbs, breathing in gasps and feebly stroking the flesh nearest them as the room was filled with the passionate odors of sweat and semen.

EIGHT

Kevin drove up to the large, rambling four story Victorian house with a sense of anticipation. School was out, and he had the whole summer before him. No better way to start than a couple of weeks at Uncle Daniel's summer place in Hyannisport. He'd never been much for family gatherings, but he'd approached this one with a sense of anticipation, and his grandmother was pleased at his patent enthusiasm.

Uncle Daniel, his grandmother's brother, did this every June. His descendants and grandmother's descendants under one roof for four days. Over thirty people. But he'd arranged things nicely. He knew it would be crowded, even in Uncle Daniel's twenty-eight room house, and he'd suggested to grandmother that she assign him and Keith to an out of the way fourth floor bedroom that they'd used as children. She was so pleased with his enthusiasm for the gathering that not only had she complied, she'd had the room painted and refurnished at her own expense. Kevin silently acknowledged the usefulness of wealth in matters of comfort and convenience.

. . . And other things as well. He'd felt somewhat sheepish about hiring the private investigation agency and had warded off curiosity and explanations of his request by doubling the quoted fee and hinting at a potential retainer. The PI had obviously looked into him and his background before the appointment because, at their first meeting, he'd fawned over Kevin, and his three hundred million dollar net worth, to an embarrassing extent.

After the introductions and small talk for a few minutes, Kevin posed the engagement. He wanted a report on the sex lives and medical history of three people. Walter O'Herlihey, his godfather and investment manager and also the owner of the mountain lodge in New Hampshire. Keith Dunstan, his second cousin. And Jonathan Boudoin, a young English professor at his school. When the PI had displayed curiosity, he'd simply stated that he would double the fee for the added service of no questions.

"Mr. Axelrod, I want to know sexual preferences, specific encounters, health condition and, specifically, HIV status, venereal diseases, frequency of encounters and, if possible, identities of partners."

Axelrod had looked at him curiously and had opened his mouth to question him and then closed it.

He'd gotten the final report this morning before driving up to Hyannisport and found it interesting. Walt was divorced (he knew that) and was a discreet bisexual. His male encounters were relatively infrequent, monogamous and tended to be long lasting. He was HIV negative and venereal disease clean. Axelrod noted that he had tests quarterly, probably because of his infrequent homosexual encounters. He had two names, one of them Keith's.

Keith apparently had had only the one homosexual relationship with Walt. He had a girl friend at the University of Virginia and he'd been having regular sex with her for six months. Also free of HIV and venereal diseases.

Professor Boudoin he'd thrown in on a whim. He apparently had little or no sex life. He was extremely shy and spent most of his time teaching, preparing to teach, reading and writing. No HIV or venereal disease testing, and Axelrod had cleverly arranged a test at school a week or so before under innocent circumstances. He was, as expected, disease free.

There was more, and Kevin expected to study the entire report, but that was the essential information for his immediate purposes.

His grandmother came on to the veranda to meet him as exited the car and the servants commandeered his luggage.

"Kevin! I hope your drive up was pleasant."

"Yes, ma'am, thanks," he said, stooping to kiss her on the cheek. "Am I the last one?"

"Oh, no. About the middle. Your roommate, Keith, isn't here yet. Some of your cousins are at the pool."

"Good! I'll change and join them."

As he climbed the four flights of stairs to his room, he examined the layout. Apparently, he and Keith were the sole occupants of the fourth floor at this point. He was pleased but decided that it really didn't matter since there were only two bedrooms on opposite sides of the house. The remainder of the fourth floor was taken up with a large game and TV room and several storage rooms. He remembered playing there as a child, the storage rooms were filled with furniture, some of it antique, and boxes and steamer trunks stacked floor to ceiling with narrow pathways winding through the densely packed rooms.

He was pleased with what his grandmother had done to the room he would be occupying. It was quite large with a sitting area at one end and sleeping at the other, separated by folding French doors. There was a spacious dual sink bath with a shower and jacuzzi that made Kevin's imagination race with the possibilities. The sleeping area had been outfitted with new furniture. Two canopied queen-sized beds with a dark blue and ivory motif, and two matching highboys and wardrobes. A ceiling fan in both the sleeping area and the sitting area promised to keep the warm air stirring. Kevin turned the fans on and directed the servants as his bags were unpacked and his clothing put away in one of the highboys and one of the wardrobes.

When the servants had left, he stripped and changed into a new sunburst bathing suit. He examined himself in a floor length mirror on the back of the door of his wardrobe. He approved of some of the changes that had been wrought in his physique. Alan and Dave had gotten him and Ben into working out with them at the school training facility. While Kevin had been in good shape and muscular, he'd never had go-get'em, bona fide macho muscles, but the weight lifting and squash had built just the right amount of bulk and had added chiseled definition. He'd gained about ten pounds without adding any girth in embarrassing places. Stooping, he pushed his swimming trunks to his feet and took stock. His waist was still flat and narrow, but his pectorals, shoulders, arms and legs rippled with corded muscles. He looked with satisfaction at the muscle fibers in his chest and shoulders beneath his smooth, tan skin and the hard curves and chiseled definition of his biceps and forearms and his thighs and calves.

His cock hadn't needed any exercise, of course, but he was pleased that he had been using the tanning bed at Walt's mountain lodge in the nude. There were no tan lines, his pelvis and buttocks being as tan as his torso and limbs. He stood sideways to the mirror and examined his buttocks: not bigger, but firmer and more muscular. He pulled his trunks up and tucked his penis and testicles into the swim suit liner in such a way that it was casually and evidently displayed without permitting the charge of unseemliness. He liked the baggy, volley length fit if the trunks. The drape set of the bulge of his genitals while appearing to try to hide them.

Before going down to the pool, on impulsive inspiration, he turned down the bed across from his and poured a large glass of water over the sheets in the middle of the bed and remade the bed.

He was greeted warmly by his cousins, first and second, at the pool. Some of them had dates and he was introduced around. He noticed some of the girls, including some of his cousins, eyeing him speculatively. He joined in a game of water tag for several minutes and enjoyed the physical activity. His seventeen year old first cousin, named Kieran but known to all as Kiwi, played competitively but still looked to Kevin as his idol as he had since Kevin was fifteen. Kevin was impressed at how much he'd grown and was vaguely surprised that he would be a senior at Groton next year.

When they finished their game, Kevin climbed from the pool and stood dripping as he dried his torso. The water had, as expected, made the thin supplex nylon of his loose fitting trunks more transparent and they clung to him revealingly.

He saw that Keith had arrived and sat with his sister, Margaret. He walked over to greet him and stood before them to chat. He saw that Margaret could hardly tear her eyes from the outline of his genitals beneath thin wet fabric and kept glancing back to it.

"So! Meg! You graduated from Wellesley this year. What're you going to be doing now?"

"Paris! The Sorbonne for a year. How is Dartmouth?"

"Great! I love it."

"Keith? UVA? I wish you would've come to Dartmouth with me."

"Great. But, I dunno, I sort of wish I'd gone to Dartmouth, too. I love the country up there. I've even thought of trying to transfer. What do you think of my chances?"

"I dunno. I know some guys who have, but I don't think it's that easy. How were your grades at UVA?"

"Three six."

"Gee, that's great." He decided he wouldn't mention his own three eight unless directly asked. "I'll bet they'd take you in a heartbeat with that and what with Uncle Daniel's being an alumnus and having been a trustee of the Tuck Foundation."

"I might give it try." At that moment his own eyes lit upon Kevin's crotch, and he froze transfixed. He looked up at Kevin and met Kevin's solemn stare looking down at him. Keith blushed deeply at having been caught looking and captivated.

About that time, one of the servants came and told all the cousins that supper was ready on the back lawn.

After supper there was a band and dancing for the younger crowd. Kevin stayed until about eleven. He'd never had a chance to change from his swim trunks, and most of the girls wanted to dance with him. Some of them, including some of his cousins, pressed closely against his pelvis.

Before going upstairs, he walked over to Keith. "Well, Keith, I guess you know that we're roomies on the fourth floor. Is your stuff unpacked?"

"Should be, but I haven't checked yet. You going up? I'll be up in a minute to check things out."

When Keith arrived, Kevin had just stepped from the shower and was drying off. Keith's eyes dropped to his exposed male nakedness and quickly glanced away. "Gosh!" he thought, "What a body! Where did he ever get that?" Kevin was aware of Keith's embarrassed interest and decided to leave himself uncovered since he usually slept nude anyhow. They carried on small talk about common friends' activities and their own plans for the summer. Keith kept glancing surreptitiously at Kevin's nakedness and was becoming more and more nervous and preoccupied.

Finally, Keith stripped to his briefs and went into the bathroom to shower. The comforters had been removed from their beds and the covers had been turned back for sleep. It was a warm night, and Kevin turned back the blanket over the foot rail of his bed and slipped between the sheets. When Keith emerged from the bathroom, a towel around his waist, Kevin was propped up and reading a novel.

Keith glanced at him and walked over. "What're you reading?"

"New Pat Conroy novel. It's great."

"I wondered if you still wore glasses. I haven't seen you wearing them tonight."

"Started wearing contacts, but my eyes were getting tired and I took them out." Kevin took stock of Keith as he lingered at the side of his bed. "Good looking," he thought, "Has the family fairness, but a little darker than me. Built very much like me pre-weight lifting. Good shape and slender without being skinny. Hmmm! Not badly hung either!"

Keith removed his towel and hung it on the bathroom door knob and walked across to his bed. Kevin covertly examined Keith's nicely sized, good looking cock as he walked across to his own bed. He pretended to read, awaiting with nervousness the unfolding of events.

Keith slipped beneath the turned down covers and almost immediately jumped out of bed.

"Geez. My bed's wet!"

"Wet?"

"Yeah. Oh, hell! Everyone will have gone to the servants' quarters. How'd my bed get wet?"

"Must've been an accident while they were preparing the room and no one knew about it. Is it very wet?"

"Yeah! Come see."

Kevin got out of bed and walked across. Keith was so preoccupied that he didn't even glance at Kevin's nudity. Kevin felt the bed.

"Gosh! It's really wet." He bent over to smell it. "Doesn't smell. I think it's just water."

Keith had not even thought to wonder about the source of the wetness, but Kevin's remark focused his attention on that issue.

"Gee," he said plaintively. "I can't sleep on that. What am I going to do?"

"Well, you can share with me. They're queen sized beds and there's plenty of room. They can dry it and change linens tomorrow."

"You don't mind?"

"No, but bring your pillows. I usually sleep on two."

Keith retrieved his pillows and slipped into the other side of Kevin's bed. Kevin continued to read for a few minutes and then pretended to fall asleep, letting the book drop to his stomach.

A few minutes after that, Keith spoke softly, "Kev? You awake?" Kevin continued to breath deeply and regularly. Keith slipped from his side of the bed and tiptoed around to Kevin and gently removed his glasses and book and placed them on the bedside table. He hesitated a moment and then his fingers lightly stroked Kevin's chest and stomach, relishing the hardness of the musculature. Keith softly touch the sheet covering Kevin's cock and balls, and Kevin had to restrain himself not to react to the touch. Emboldened, Keith lightly wrapped his fingers around the large fleshy member and softly stroked. Kevin allowed it to swell and lengthen to the state of a half-erection. He looked through his lashes at Keith's profile. His lips were parted and slightly slack, and his eyes were drooping with desire. His own cock had become almost fully erect as he covertly handled Kevin. After a moment, he frowned, shook his head as if to clear it and returned to his side of the bed and slipped between the sheets.

Kevin was acutely aware of Keith's tossing and turning as he tried to sleep. He slid down to a more or less supine position, his shoulders and head slightly raised by the stacked pillows, and thought about Keith's touching him and his continued pretense of sleep during the episode. He concluded that he had mishandled it. Keith's actions had clearly displayed something more than mere curiosity, and since Keith's experience with other males was limited, he probably had not a single thought of seduction in his head. Kevin decided that if Keith did anything to invite reciprocity, he would, indeed, reciprocate. With that decision, he further decided that some prevenient reciprocity was in order, and he purposefully began alternately to tighten and relax his prostate muscles. As his cock swelled and began to become erect through this autoerotic exercise which he accomplished without ever touching his own cock, he moaned softly as if in the midst of an erotic dream and slightly rotated his pelvis in an almost imperceptible thrusting motion.

Keith turned his head at Kevin's muted moan and saw Kevin moving his legs and hips restlessly. Then in the soft light from Kevin's bedside table he saw the sheet rising into a small tent supported by his impressively swelling and hardening male member. Almost by irresistible impulse Keith turned to his side toward Kevin and edged closer. Slowly his hand slid across the crisp sheet to Kevin's naked hip and into his lightly curling pubes. The tips of his fingers lightly brushed the bare skin of the now fully erect cock and lightly grasped it and slid the skin tightly back down the shaft.

"Keith?" Keith froze motionless for a moment and then looked at him. Kevin was looking at him and smiling. His expression was almost tender.

"I was dreaming about you, and then I woke up and there you were. It was a wonderful way to awaken. Keith, are you just toying with me? Are you really interested or are you merely curious?"

Keith took a deep breath and then committed himself. "Both, I think."

"Wonderful!" Kevin whispered. He tossed the covering sheet to the foot of the bed and turned to his side, facing Keith. His right hand reached for Keith's cock and grasped it, stroking with his fingers. Keith gasped, and his grasp on Kevin's swollen shaft became tighter, as he began to stroke back and forth. Keith felt extremely excited holding Kevin's huge cock. It was warm and throbbing in his hand. He'd never seen, much less held such a large, beautiful cock. Walt's was awesome, and that was what had caused Keith to succumb to his advances when he was seventeen, but Kevin established new standards.

He stopped stroking and grasped it around the base in the ring of his thumb and forefinger and looked closely at it. The blond, curling pubic hair was soft and grew to a peak in the middle trailing a thinning line up to and past his navel. The shaft itself was a fresh, deep tan, perfectly straight without curve or hook. The helmeted cockhead was a slightly darker hue of the same color and was large, and the full swollen curve of the corona flared gracefully around the bottom edge of the corona of the cockhead. Keith stroked Kevin's testicles with his middle, ring and little fingers, still holding the shaft around its base with his thumb and forefinger. Like his own, Kevin's scrotum was a hairless and smooth pink skin, and the testicles were a large, evenly matched egg shape. "Yes," Keith thought, "Walt's is nice, but Kevin's cock is magnificent." Keith moved all five fingers to the erect member and grasped and stroked. "It must be seven and half inches or better," Keith thought, "and just the right circumference for male anatomical perfection." He desperately wanted it in his mouth and wondered if Kevin's expectations included having fellatio performed on him. "Well, there's only way to find out. Can't stop myself now!"

Keith felt himself salivating and licked his lips wetly. He pushed Kevin gently on to his back and crawled between his legs. As he settled himself on his stomach his head above the rampant erect, he glanced up at Kevin's face and found him looking solemnly and expectantly at him. He looked back at the beautiful penis and a little, glimmering drop of semen that had formed on the dark pink lips of Kevin's urethra. He lowered his lips and covered the small opening at the tip of Kevin's cock, wetly licking and sucking the pre-ejaculation semen into his mouth, savoring the rich, sweet flavor. Opening his lips wider he covered the helmet-shaped cockhead and licked wetly over and around, moaning softly at the satisfaction of entry. Since he had always been able to take Walt's entire length, he felt that he'd be able also to take Kevin's, but he began to form doubts as his lips wetly descended the shaft, and he felt the throbbing head of Kevin's cock his the back of his mouth and the closure of his throat with more than inch left. Nevertheless, he plunged his lips downward, swallowed to open his throat, and was pleased when the swollen head of Kevin's cock moved past the barrier and his lips pressed against Kevin's pubes and his nose was buried in the softly curling blond pubic hair.

Keith pressed his tongue against the swollen tube traveling the length of Kevin's shaft along the underside. He cut his eyes up Kevin's stomach and chest and saw him looking at him, his mouth slightly open, his tongue moistening his full lips and his eyes heavy-lidded. Keith slid his lips back up the shaft, licking and stroking the underside with his wet, lusting tongue. At the apex he paused, licking and sucking the head. He felt Kevin's hands in his hair stroking and grasping, and plunge downward again to be met with a slight thrusting motion of Kevin's hips. Kevin's active participation ignited him and he began to suck harder, plunging his lips and tongue up and down the hard cock. Kevin was now thrusting in and out in perfect rhythm. It occurred to Keith that this was obviously not the first time that Kevin had had his cock sucked.

Kevin was consumed with the pleasure of having his desire fulfilled. Keith's hands and fingers were stroking his testicles, combing his pubic thatch, stroking his stomach, chest, hips and inner thighs. He watched as his throbbing shaft thrust in and out of his cousin's wet, greedy mouth. The erotic effect of the sight triggered an ache in his loins and his cock lengthened and hardened.

"Unhhh! I'm gonna come Keith. Aaghh! You want off? Or do you want it all? Aaghh! Too late! I'm coming. Ahhh! Yes! Suck it, Keith! Yeah, that's right. Press your tongue there! Ahhh, suck it!. Suck. Yes, YES, YESSS! Aaghh!"

If Keith could have answered, he would have begged for all of it. He wanted to taste Kevin's come. He sucked harder as he felt the cock in his mouth jerk and spasm and one long, extended spurt after the other shot forcefully into his mouth. "Uhmmmm. Yeah. That's right. All of it. I want it all. Ahhh, Kevin, fill me up." He thought - he hoped! - that Kevin would never stop coming. There must have been more than a fourth of cup of the male nectar. "Ohhh, so good! Tastes as good as he looks. Ahhh, Kevin, where have you been all my life? Why couldn't we done this for years." He continued to suck as Kevin's cock relaxed and became softer. Finally - reluctantly - he let it slip from his lips with a wet, slurping sound and began to lick his testicles and around the crevices of his inner thighs.

He climbed back up the bed to lay on his back beside Kevin as they both sought to regain their equilibrium. After a few minutes, Kevin turned on his side to face Keith and looked at him, eyes closed and traces of semen on his wet lips. Kevin propped himself on his elbow and lowered his lips to Keith's. Keith's eyes opened, startled, at the touch of Kevin's lips and then his mouth opened to admit Kevin's tongue and their tongues stroked each other.

Kevin straddled him and continued to kiss him, Then he moved down and sucked his nipples and kissed his chest and stomach, pausing to run his tongue around the indentation of his navel. With one knee he moved Keith's thighs apart and crawled between. He raised his head and gazed at Keith's genitals, the light brown pubic thatch, sparse, almost adolescent. But there was nothing adolescent about his genitals: his cock was not as large as Kevin's but, nevertheless, larger than average and also perfectly shaped. He stroked it and the smooth, hairless testicles with trembling fingers and lowered his lips to cover the cockhead. As he proceeded, Keith realized that Kevin was an accomplished cocksucker. As he plunged his lips and tongue up and down Keith's throbbing shaft, he brought Keith to higher levels of sexual ecstasy than he had ever known, and when Keith ejaculated copiously into his eager mouth he greedily licked and swallowed every drop.

Afterwards, as they lay satiated in each other's arms, Keith asked lazily, "Kevin, do you think this qualifies as incest?"

Kevin giggled. "I don't think so. We're second cousins, not first. But, anyway, who cares."

"I sure don't. I'm so glad. I never expected anything like this when I drove up today. Will you be staying long?"

"Probably longer than I'd planned, anyway."

Eventually they untangled themselves from each other and slept. When Kevin awoke during the night, however, he found that Keith was asleep on his side facing him and his hand on Kevin's genitals grasping them lightly but possessively. He placed his hand on top of Keith's and pressed his hand to his sex, eliciting from Keith an instinctive tighter squeeze. He fell asleep again.

When Kevin awoke in the morning, it was to discover Keith between his legs casually but diligently sucking his soft but swollen cock. It quickly became rampantly erect, and Keith became more excited and avid in his attentions as Kevin began to participate fully. Neither was aware of their door opening and the shocked face of their young cousin Kiwi. Kiwi retreated to the hallway but continued to watch his cousins through the cracked door. He was strangely aroused and put his hand down the waistband of his shorts and stroked himself as he watched. He could tell when Kevin ejaculated from his and Keith's breathing and the other sounds they made and from the way Kevin's hips rose from the bed at climax, and he was surprised and intensely excited to see Keith sucking and swallowing avidly. He imagined Kevin's cock in his mouth and his shooting off as he stroked himself, and he ejaculated in his shorts. He crept silently back to his own room on the third floor bemused and troubled by the thought of new possibilities.

NINE

Kevin's stay with his Grand Uncle eventually turned into almost a month as he and Keith explored their new sexual relationship fully. A few days after the family reunion had ended and everyone else had left, he and Keith were in the house alone. It was the house servants' day off, and Uncle Daniel had gone out of town for a few days. Kevin and Keith were supposed to have played tennis, but it had rained and they had stayed in.

Keith was propped on his bed reading a book, and Kevin prowled restlessly around the fourth floor. Returning to their room, he stood for a moment looking at Keith and then went into the bathroom and returned a moment later. He disrobed and walked over to the side of Keith's bed. Keith looked up at him and smiled, and, laying the book on the bedside table, he moved over to make room for Kevin. Keith laid his hand on Kevin's genitals and stroked softly, but Kevin stopped him.

"Keith?"

"Yeah."

Putting aside subtlety, Kevin plunged straight to the point. "I want you to fuck me in the ass."

Keith was startled by the straightforwardness and intrigued at the request. He'd thought about the same thing with the roles reversed, but he'd never done it and wasn't sure how to broach the subject.

"I-uh, okay. I-I've thought about it, too, - uh, you screwing me, I mean - but was afraid to say anything. I'd love to fuck you, Kev, but I want you in me afterward. Okay?"

"Yeah, but, Keith, if you've never done it, it may hurt. I-I'm, uh, fairly big, you know."

"Yeah, I know. Do I ever know! But I want to try it, okay?"

"Okay, but I'll give you another chance to change your mind before hand."

Kevin produced the jar of vaseline he'd retrieved from the bathroom. Keith had wiggled out of his blue jeans and underwear and was naked. Kevin smeared Keith's hardening cock with the KY jelly and handed the jar to Keith as he turned to his stomach and assumed a position on his elbows and knees.

"You need to spread a lot of lubricant on the opening," he instructed.

Keith took a large glob on his fingers and spread it on the pink puckered opening. He was becoming more excited as they made their preparations. Curiously, he inserted a finger into the sphincter to lubricate that part of the passage and felt the ring of muscle tighten.

"Now get on your knees behind me and between my legs. Yeah, that's right. Okay now put the head of your cock on the opening. Yeah. Now wiggle the end into the opening. Ahhhh. Yeah. Now, push."

Keith complied with each instruction and was surprised how easily his lubricated shaft made entry. He watched the hard shaft slide into Kevin and felt his pelvis pushing against the smooth buttocks. The passage was warm and tight, and partially withdrew and thrust forward again.

"Unnghhh. Yeah, that's it." Kevin pushed backwards against him. After a couple of more strokes, they established a rhythm of thrusting and pushing, and Keith felt the passage constricting and relaxing around the length of his cock.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Yeah!" Keith's eyes were closed in prolonged ecstasy as he thrust in and out, his hands on Kevin's buttocks and hips.

Kevin was also in ecstasy, feeling Keith's member fill him and then withdraw only to slide in again. His sphincter muscle constantly squeezed Keith's throbbing cock and then relaxed caressingly. He murmured continuously, "Yeahhh. Yeah. That's it Keith. Ohhh, babe. I love your cock. Yeah. All of it. I want it all. Unnghhhh! Aaghhh! Oh, yes! Fuck me, fill me!

After about five minutes of continuous stroking and thrusting, Keith felt himself lengthen and harder and felt a persistent stabbing in his loins.

"Ungh. Aaghhhh! Oh, Kev, baby, I'm gonna come. Here! Now! Feel it? Oh, boy, its a big load. Unghhh! Unghh! Ungh! Ahhhhh, yeah."

Kevin felt the forceful jets of spurting semen being ejaculated into him and loved it.

Afterward, Keith insisted that Kevin fulfill his promise. He stroked and sucked Kevin's wonderfully magic cock until it was throbbingly erect and then lubricated it generously. After coating Keith's anus generously, Kevin positioned himself behind Keith and spread his smooth cheeks further apart with his fingers. He pushed and encountered initial resistance as Keith instinctively tightened his sphincter.

"Just relax, Keith," Kevin instructed, stroking the meaty buttocks. Keith complied, and Kevin held his cheeks open, stroking them softly and pushed, gaining entry. Continuing to push he saw the head of his cock disappear.

Keith was grunting and making noises as the huge member entered him. "Unnghh! Oh! Wait, wait! No, go ahead. Ahhhh! Easy. Yes, that's right. Oh oh oh oh oh oh ahhhhhh! Yeah. Now give it to me. All of it. Oh, yeah. I feel your hair on my butt and your balls slapping against mine. Oh, please don't take it out. Oh, okay, as long as you put it back. Yeah, like that. Ahhh, Kev, I love your big cock in my ass. Yeah, that's right. In and out. Ohhh, ahhhhh. Kev, you're filling me up. Yeah, faster, that's right. Fuck me hard! Oh oh oh oh oh ohohohohuhuhuhuhunnghhhh! Ahhh, yeah come inside me. Oh, I can feel in my belly. Ahh, yeah, its hot and splashing inside. Aaghhhhhh!"

TEN

It had been a great four weeks, but finally Keith had had to leave. He had an interview with admissions at Dartmouth on his application to transfer, and then he was going to England with his grandfather for three weeks.

Kevin went to his grandmother's estate in Westchester County and began to map his strategy for his planned encounter with Walt. However, the best laid plans of mice and men, etc. When he called Walt's office for an appointment, he found that Walt was out of the country for two months for meetings with clients in Europe and Australia and would not return until after school had started in the fall.

A deep sense of frustration overwhelmed him and turned into a sort of a depression. He moped around his grandmother's house for several days, uninterested in anything that was going on and spending most of his time laying in the sun by the pool or reading. His grandmother tried several gambits to arouse his interest, but all failed.

Finally, in desparation, she asked her grand nephew, Kiwi, to come up for a few days. She announced the arrival to Kevin and was delighted when his eyes lit in interest.

"Kieran? The sixteen year-old?" His memory reconstructed the handsome, fresh-faced young cousin's image. "Well, okay. Maybe we can play tennis or go out on the boat or something."

Kevin's grandmother was delighted that Kevin was eager to make a warm welcome to Kiwi. They discussed at length during breakfast where he should sleep.

"I thought it would be better if he stayed in the guest room," his grandmother said.

"No. I don't think so," Kevin said. "It's much too formal for a sixteen year old."

"But where, then? The third floor rooms are so musty. And it's lonely up there."

"Yes, but, look! Why don't I move up there, too. If I chip in, I'm sure Agnes and Simon and I can get it thoroughly cleaned and aired. He can have the room on the east side and I'll take the one on the north. We can shut the others off."

"But if you shut the others off, that will give you only the connecting bath."

"Well, we can manage, I'm sure. I share a bath with eight guys at Dartmouth and I'm sure that Kiwi is no better off at Groton."

"Well . . . They are much nicer and larger rooms, and each of them does have a large king-sized bed. But you know the elevator groans when it goes to the third floor. I've really got to get that repairman out here. But until I do, I don't think you should use it beyond the second floor."

"For crying out loud, grandmother. Neither of us needs elevators, and if you or anyone else does, a little groaning doesn't hurt."

Finally she'd agreed, and Kevin and the servants had worked rapidly and efficiently in dusting, vacuuming, mopping, washing windows, changing sheets, setting out fresh plants, and generally making the seldom used third floor rooms into most commodious quarters.

Kieran arrive that afternoon, just in time for the servants to unpack his bags and hang his clothes before supper. He didn't see Kevin at all until dinner, and he was quite shy around him, seldom speaking unless directly addressed.

"I'm afraid we're sharing a bath, Kiwi, hope you don't mind?"

"N-no, Kevin. I'm used to it."

"Fine. I think I'll turn in early, but would you like to take a swim with me before turning in?"

"Uh, s-sure."

Kevin chose to wear his unlined, white speedo, and when he arrive at poolside, he was surprised to find that Kiwi was wearing a sheer tan colored one, even skimpier cut that his. He was preparing to dive from the low board when Kevin arrived, and Kevin stood quietly watching him as he stood at the end of the board. "Quite a nicely set up sixteen year old," he thought. Indeed, Kiwi was slender but well built with sleek, youthful muscles and little of the coltishnish one might expect. His shoulders were broad and square, his pectorals were well filled out and his waist was slender. He did not have the skinny legs of youth, but had quite shapely and muscular calves and thighs. His tan was deep and closely matched the color of the tan speedo which his butt and genital basket filled out very satisfactorily.

When he finally dived, it was a difficult one and quite expertly executed. Kevin clapped admiringly as Kiwi emerged and swam quietly to the latter and began to climb from the pool. His applause dwindled as he saw Kiwi's genitals and pubes clearly revealed by the wet, unlined speedo.

"Excellently done," Kevin murmured. "Where did you learn to do that?"

"Oh, I dive competively at school and in tournaments," Kiwi blushed. "Do you dive?"

"I'm afraid not as well as you," Kevin demurred, "but watch and tell me what I do wrong."

Kiwi watched his older cousin as he walked to the end of the board, drinking in the perfectly built, tanned and graceful body and taking note of the line of hair that rose from his pubes to his navel about two inches above his suit. The dive was simple but quite well done.

"I don't have any suggestions for improvement," Kiwi said as Kevin climed from the pool. "I . . ." He was silenced by the clear, virtually unobstructed picture of the blond pubes, the long and large cock and the hairless testicles that were revealed beneath the wet, unlined nylon of the swim suit. The both stood silently, facing one another and taking in the other's body, until they broke their eyes away.

"Thanks," Kevin said. "Think I'll swim a few laps and go to bed."

They both swam for about twenty minutes, and then together left the pool and climbed the stairs to their third floor rooms. Kevin deferred to Kiwi for the first shower. After he had finished his shower and while Kevin was taking his, Kiwi quietly came back into the bathroom to brush his teeth as Kevin was nearing completion. He was naked.

When the shower spray stopped and the plastic curtain parted as Kevin dryed himself, he was startled but pleased to fined Kiwi across the bath in front of the lavatory before the the mirror vigorously brushing his teeth. He was tanned all over and muscularly slender. His legs were hairless except for the blond fuzz that had not yet curled into a more adult growth. The cleft that divided the plump muscular cheeks of his ass was absolutely tantalizing to Kevin. To make matters worse, his butt moved teasingly from side to side with the vigor of the brushing, and in the mirror Kevin could see glimpses of his cock as it swung back and forth as well. He dried himself absently as he observed the sixteen year old body, being unaware that Kiwi was himself watching Kevin's uncovered maleness as he dried himself.

Kiwi met Kevin's eyes in the mirror. "Good shower?" he asked.

"Yeah. Hot. Relaxing. . . . So, how's school? You are at Groton aren't you?"

"Yeah. It's fine. Dartmouth?"

"Great! Yeah, great."

"I understand that Keith is transferring from UVA to Dartmouth."

"Yeah, I think. Where are you thinking about going?"

"I might go to Dartmouth if I can get in. What do you think?"

"SATs?"

"1451."

"You won't have any trouble. I think you'd like it. I don't know anyone who doesn't."

"Are you and Keith going to room together?"

"I already have a room mate, but I'm thinking of buying a house or maybe an apartment building. If I do, maybe we'll all live together."

Kiwi had turned while they talked and he half stood, half sat on the lavatory counter while they talked. Kevin felt his eyes drawn time and again to his cock. The pubes were just beyond adolescent - sparse and lightly curling without much length - sort of flat against his pelvis. But there was nothing adolescent about his cock and balls. The cock must have been almost six inches in repose and Kevin guessed that it would reach past six and a half when erect. His balls were hairless as all males in the Quinlan family seemed to be and were full and egg-sized. He felt his own cock swelling and lengthening as they stood facing one another.

"Would you like to suck it?"

Kevin was not sure he'd heard correctly. "What?"

"Would you like to suck my cock, Kevin? Don't bother to act surprised. I saw you Keith at grandfather's last month."

"Uh, wha- . . . I mean, what did you see?"

"You sucking Keith's cock and Keith sucking yours. And I know that's the reason that we're on the third floor here, too. You wanted us to be together without anyone else around, didn't you? Do you want to suck me first or would you rather I suck you first?"

"Kiwi, wha- . . . Well, hell. What do you think about either of option?"

"I think I'd like to suck you first, but I've never done it and I'm afraid that you won't like it."

"I'm sure I'd love it. But if youv'e never gone down on a guy, has anyone ever gone down you?"

"Nope. I'm a virgin. No sucking, no fucking. But I haven't been able to get you out of my mind or what I saw you Keith doing. I've thought about it for a month, and I know that's what I want, too. . . . Both ways!"

Kevin didn't know whether to be turned of or turned off by Kiwi's directness. In some ways he found it exciting but in other ways . . . Well, maybe some of the excitement was in the chase . . . the seduction.

In the meantime, he'd finished drying off. Standing for a moment in the tub-shower combination, he looked at Kiwi, half sitting, half leaning on the counter, stepped out of the tub, walked over, knelt before Kiwi's cock, placed his hands on the tight young ass, leaned forward and slurped the entire thing into his now salivating mouth, sucking with some ferocity in response to the directness of the moment. The young cock quickly hardened and filled his mouth. Kiwi placed his hands on the back of his head, slipped down from the counter to plant his feet firmly on the floor and began to buck urgently, thrusting his virgin cock into and out of Kevin's fiercely sucking mouth. Kevin was struck by how fresh tasting the young flesh was, but then wondered if it was just his imagination fed by the knowledge of Kiwi's virginity. His young cousin's lack of experience was no impediment, however. He was expertly fucking Kevin's greedy mouth, and soon Kevin felt the hard, young cock become like iron and extend itself even further into his throat before beginning to spasm wildly and spurt forceful jets of come into his gullet. He swallowed rapidly lest any escape, squeezing the tight, round buttocks and pulling him to his face urgently. After perhaps eighteen or twenty mighty ejaculations, Kiwi's cock began to exhaust its supply of male nectar and gradually softened. Kevin nursed at the tube of flesh until it was completely devoid of the last traces of semen and pulled back, detaching his mouth with a slurping pop of released suction.

Sitting back on his heels, he looked up at the heavy lidded gaze of the young ex-virgin and asked, "Is that what you'd had in mind?"

"Half of it, anyway," Kiwi replied hoarsely. Bending, he grasped Kevin's hand, pulled him to his feet, and taking him in tow, led him to his turned down king-sized bed, half coaxing him, half forcing him on to the mattress. Kiwi crawled between Kevin's splayed thighs on his hands and knees. Lifting Kevin's half-erect shaft with his fingers, he stroked it to full erection. Then, bending his head, he took the cockhead between his lips, licking around the smooth skin of head of the beautiful cock luxuriantly. As Kevin raised his hands to Kiwi's hair and began to stroke with loving ardor, Kiwi sank onto the throbbing stiffness of Kevin's cock and began to move his lips, tongue and mouth up and down intently. Within minutes, Kevin felt the familiar ache in his loins and began to pump endless streams of come into his cousin's mouth. Kiwi swallowed happily, humming and grunting with satisfaction.

Afterwards, they lay in a satiated embrace, and Kevin said sleepily, "I think its going to be good August after all."

When Kiwi left three weeks afterwards for Groton, he'd learned all the positions, techniques and variations that Kevin knew or could invent and had, himself, invented a few that even Kevin marvelled at.

ELEVEN

Jonathan Boudoin finished reading the short story for the second time and sat thinking. Quite well done! Quite well done, indeed. Maybe even brilliant. He sat thinking about what he knew of the student who had written it. Kevin Quinlan. Sophomore. Very bright, but quiet. Jonathan attached a physical image to the name. Blond. Large, widely spaced blue eyes with extraordinarily thick, long lashes. Horned rim glasses. Very young looking. Could be a sophomore in high school rather than a sophomore in college. Jonathan had only seen him in those stylishly baggy trousers and oversized shirts all the kids seemed to go in for, and he'd been left with the impression of average size, maybe on the slender side.

But no doubt about it. The kid could write. There was grace in the language, even poetry, and technically the construction of the story was excellent, but what really set it apart was the reality of the characters. The story was named "Strawman," and it was about a young man in college who doubts his manhood and what he goes through internally in dealing with the doubts. It was very subtly done with hints of homosexual orientation but nothing overt and with a which- door-is-the-tiger-behind twist at the ending.

Jonathan went to his computer which was tied into the college network and zapped a letter to Kevin:

"Kevin:

"I've read your story three times. It's excellent. You got an A+. I'd like to meet with you Friday at 2pm. Can you make it?

Jonathan Boudoin"

Within minutes his computer zapmail "boing" sounded. Jonathan opened the program and read the reply.

"Professor Boudoin:

"Thanks for the compliments. I'll be in your office at 2pm on Friday.

Kevin Quinlan"

Jonathan wandered restlessly around his bungalow and finally decided to shower and go to bed. He stripped and went into his bathroom. He stopped and stared at himself in the mirror before entering the shower. Who was he to characterize Kevin Quinlan for his ability to pass for a high school sophomore? At twenty-eight he could still pass for a college sophomore himself. He'd tried wearing his wavy, dust colored hair short, but that made him look even younger, and he now wore it a little over his collar. Didn't make any difference, however. He still looked like a student himself. He smiled and shook his head when he realized that he was still wearing his glasses. Round and rimless in another futile effort to add years. He took them off. Big, round, widely spaced hazel eyes. Innocence personified. He looked at his face again. Oval -- kind of egg-shaped -- that his mother still referred to as "pretty" to his embarrassment.

He examined his body. The body that had been the source of so much concern to him. He recalled Kevin Quinlan's short story. It had hit him hard. The main character's concern for his sexual identity and his trying to cope with it. He recalled his own concerns as a college freshman, how he'd had a kind of crush on his room mate, Peter, and how he'd surreptitiously watched him as he dressed or undressed or moved about the room in various states of nudity or near nudity. Just as he'd been fascinated by guys in the locker room at phys ed in high school. His infatuation with Peter had ultimately resulted in an awkward advance and a harsh rebuff. He'd become convinced that he was abnormal, had wondered if he was gay, had become frightened of women and fear of failure with them. At nineteen he'd decided to remain celibate rather than ever have his fears confirmed.

And he had. It hadn't been that easy, either. He periodically had nocturnal emissions, sometimes to dreams of women and sometimes to dreams of males. When he was nineteen, his body had had those long graceful lines that he thought of as effeminate, and he'd worked hard to build it into more masculine lines, with very good muscle definition, slender waist, rippling stomach muscles and deep, wide chest. He still had that prominent, round, fleshy ass, though. More muscled now than then, but, still, awfully "pretty" for a guy. Muscular legs though, and good arms. Not gigantic, but muscular with clean, masculine lines. His genitals certainly weren't unmasculine. He had a straight, very masculine penis, six inches relaxed and over seven when erect with full hairless testicles hanging below. Enough, but not too much pelvic hair. He handled his penis and examined its fullly exposed helmeted head of his circumcised . As it began to swell, he let it go and stepped into the shower. He'd be damned if he would become addicted to self-stimulation.

On Friday, just after he'd gotten back to his office from lunch, there was a knock on his door.

"Come in," he called.

The door opened and Kevin Quinlan stepped in. He seemed a little nervous to Jonathan. "Professor Boudoin." He was pleased that Kevin pronounced correctly -- "Bowden" not "Boodoing."

"Hi, Kevin, have a seat. Tea?" At Kevin's nod, he poured two cups of Earl Grey and sat back.

"I wanted to talk to you about your short story. It was really extraordinarily good. I think you could sell it. I'd like to send it to a friend of mine who's a senior editor at Random House and to a friend at Atlantic Monthly."

Kevin flushed with pleasure at the compliment, but he became pale as Jonathan stated his plans for publication. He was silent for a minute as he sipped his tea and gathered his thoughts. Jonathan looked at him over the rim of his cup. Gosh, he thought, he really does look young and vulnerable. Wonder if he has any of the same anguish I felt at that age? Still feel but can now conceal, he corrected his own thought.

"Gosh, Dr. Boudoin, I really appreciate it, but I really don't think its publishable."

"I do, Kevin. Very much so."

"Well, I-I d-don't think I'd want it published."

"Why? You could probably make five thousand dollars if it's accepted by Atlantic, more if it appears in a Random House anthology."

Kevin looked startled. "Uh, thanks, but I d-don't really need the money. Uh, I just wouldn't want anyone reading it and examining some thoughts and things are really pretty private."

Aha! Well. "I think understand, Kevin. A lot of writers feel that way at first. I've written some things myself that I'm not sure I'd like anyone -- well, not just anyone -- to read. But that's something you'll have to overcome if want to be a writer."

"Well, I'm not really sure that I will be a writer. I really like to write, but I'm not sure that I'll try to make it a career."

"What are your career plans, Kevin."

"Don't really have them firmed up yet. Maybe investment banking or law. . . . Maybe teaching."

"Kevin, your short story. Is it too autobiographical?"

Kevin blushed deeply, and then looked him in the eye turning pale. "Yes, sir. It is."

"And you don't want anyone -- especially people close to you, family and friends -- to know about your inner doubts and where you're vulnerable?"

"Yes, sir. That's right," Kevin said resolutely, blushing again.

"That's okay, Kevin. I understand. I have -- had some of the same doubts when I was your age." Kevin heard the hurried change of verb tense but didn't react. "Well!" Jonathan continued, "you'll just have to duplicate the excellence of that piece in something that's not that close to the quick."

"I'd like to try that," Kevin smiled.

"Good! But I'm going to keep a copy of "Strawman." I won't do anything with it without your permission. Just want to make sure that it doesn't get lost or destroyed."

They left the English Department offices together and walked across campus. On impulse, Jonathan asked, "Have plans for supper? I was going over to the gym to work out and then eat."

"No, sir. I'd like company for supper and appreciate your asking. I usually workout on Friday afternoons, too, so I'll walk over with you if you don't mind."

"Good! Got your togs?"

"They're in a locker at the gym."

Kevin's locker was at the other end from Jonathan's, and when he joined him as he was shutting and locking his own locker, Jonathan was startled by the transformation. Without the oversized slacks and shirt and dressed out in gym shorts, Kevin presented an altogether different appearance. His flat rippling stomach muscles and muscular chest and shoulders and limbs were certainly not suspected to be hiding under all that cloth. Gosh, Jonathan thought, and look at that bulge in his gym shorts!

First they ran five miles and then assisted each other as they ran through two repetitions of their weight lifting programs. Kevin was lifting even more than Jonathan, to Jonathan's surprise and slight dismay. They retired to the locker room, flushed and sweating heavily.

"Steam?" Kevin asked.

"Sure. See you in the steam room when I get out of these."

He was there a minute or two before Kevin. He was in for an even bigger surprise when Kevin entered the steam room, a towel over his shoulders and otherwise naked. He had the largest and perhaps the most attractive penis, Jonathan had ever seen. He looked quickly away glad for the steam that partially hid his examination from Kevin's eyes and covered his blush by the already rosy skin he had from the heat. As he looked away, he missed Kevin's examination of his own genitals and the pleased expression that passed over his face.

At supper that night, they both had a New York strip and talked about a variety of subjects. He guessed when Kevin talked about living with his grandmother in Westchester County that Kevin came from family wealth. It developed that his parents had been killed when Kevin was younger, and he'd grown up living with his grandmother.

Kevin talked about how he loved to cook. Pasta was his hobby. He missed it because he didn't have a kitchen.

"Tell you what," Jonathan said somewhat expansively over his second glass of wine, "you cook and I'll furnish the kitchen and the ingredients at my house tomorrow."

"Gee, great! Deal!" Kevin replied. He pulled out a note pad, wrote the ingredients down and handed the list to Jonathan. "I'll bring the wine."

At four o'clock on Saturday afternoon, Jonathan had the ingredients laid out in his kitchen and was experiencing grave misgivings as he awaited Kevin. He hadn't had anyone to his house since he'd begun teaching there last year. And to top it off, he'd awakened last night from a dream of Kevin naked in the locker room and had had an erection. He'd gotten up and watched a movie on video until he could go back to sleep. He wasn't at all sure about having Kevin over.

Kevin arrived about that time with two bottles of wine, a Chianti Classico Gold Label, very expensive. Jonathan wondered if Kevin was wealthy in his own right.

The meal was a pasta with a light cream sauce with a lot of garlic and white pepper and mushrooms and prociutto and was truly delicious. They drank both bottles of wine and Jonathan's doubts about inviting Kevin over had evaporated in the expansiveness of the meal and the wine. Jonathan seldom smoked, but after a good meal he occasionally enjoyed a cigarette. With Kevin's permission, he lit one.

"So, Kevin. Where did you go to high school?"

"Groton. Four years."

"Did you always want to go to college here, or was that a late development?"

"Well, my dad went here and other members of my family. I guess I always sort of assumed that I'd come here. What about you? How did you end up teaching here?"

"Well, I was at Oxford for two years after undergraduate school, and then I got my Ph.D. at Stanford. I taught classes there during the last two years, also. The dean was a graduate here and had connections, and he got me an interview. Funny. I almost came to undergraduate school here. Kind of wish I had."

"Where did you go?"

"Yale." He became pensive and his eyes flinched at a memory. "Kevin, you seemed to think your short story was too personal to want people you know to read it. Want to talk about it?"

"Yeah. I guess. Well," and here he blushed, "I've, uh, never particularly enjoyed sex with women. Oh, it's a release, but it has never set me off on a hot pursuit like it seems to some of the other guys. Anyhow, last year I went through a couple of things that set me to wondering about myself, and that story came out of that whole experience. It's just something I'd just as soon not share with people I don't know."

"Yeah. I think I understand that. Want to tell me about the things last year?"

"Uh, well, it was just some things that made me wonder about myself, uh, involving my roommate . . ."

"Did you, uh, have a sexual experience with him?"

Kevin's face flamed. "Yeah," he said softly.

"Kevin, I'm not the best one to talk about this, but I don't think that it's all that uncommon. I, uh, had a sort of similar experience when I was a freshman. It was my roommate, too, but it turned out differently. I was only eighteen, and I'd had, uh, similar feelings to those you expressed. I think I had sort of a crush on him and I'd spent almost a year with him in some fairly intimate situations. Oh, nothing sexual, but, you know, common to the way college roommates live. Anyway, I, uh, think that I must've misread some innocent remarks and, uh, other things. One night, we were both a little drunk, and we got into a situation where, uh, I made a, uh, sort of, uh, advance. Anyway he got very shocked and let me know that he didn't go in for 'that sort of thing'. I'd never felt so humiliated, and, frankly, I became convinced that I must be a 'queer', and I'd never wanted that. I decided that if I was oriented that way, at least I didn't have to give in. And I never have. I, uh, I've been celibate ever since."

Kevin had listened with interest and, at the end, with amazement. "What happened with your roommate? Did he move out or did you?"

Jonathan was looking at the floor pensively with a look of pained memory. "I did. The next day. I avoided him after that. He tried to call me, and I didn't talk to him. He wrote me several letters. Twenty or so. I've never opened them. A couple of times he tried to corner me coming out of class. Once I ran, and the other time I hid when I saw him. He's even written me over the years, but I've never read the letters."

"You talk like you still have them. You didn't throw them away?"

Jonathan blushed. "No. I've tried. Once I did, but I retrieved them from the garbage can when the collectors came around. I don't know. As painful as it was, there was still something attached to the experience that I didn't want to throw away." He looked quickly at Kevin. "You must think I'm a real nut case."

"No. . . . I just think its kind of sad. Someday you ought to read the letters. There might be a surprise in them."

Jonathan looked at Kevin quizzically and then change directions. "I take it that you didn't have the same sort of experience."

Kevin was slow to respond. "No. I didn't. It almost was but wasn't."

Jonathan looked questioning but politely did not press.

"Similar kind of beginning. And we were both kind of drunk. I, uh, made an advance, and it wasn't rejected. Afterwards, I was ashamed and was convinced that he'd hate me and have nothing but contempt for me. I tried to move out, but he caught me in the act of packing. Turns out he'd had the same thoughts and didn't hate or despise me, and, uh, I guess it worked out well."

Jonathan felt a sharp stab of envy. "Are you two still, uh, you know . . .?"

Kevin smiled. "Well, yeah, I guess so. We're roommates this year, too."

"Kevin, do you consider yourself gay?"

Kevin paled a little at the direct question, but gamely tried to answer. "Funny thing is I don't. I know that must sound crazy after what I've said about women and all. I can't even explain it myself. I just don't think of myself that way. I don't know, maybe I am. I've thought about it a lot. That's the story I wrote. I really feel that I'm straight but that somehow that straight person is a fraud . . . a strawman."

About that time they both smelled something burning and ran into the kitchen. Kevin had left the eye on under the skillet he'd used to saute the mushrooms in olive oil, and it was smoking. He picked it up hurriedly without a potholder and immediately gave a yelp of pain and dropped it. It spilled a half-cup of smoking olive oil on his trousers, and he again yelped.

Horrified, Jonathan saw the spreading, steaming grease stain on the left leg and crotch of Kevin's trousers. "Quick. Kevin, get them off!" Jonathan shouted.

Kevin fumbled hurriedly and ineffectively at the belt buckle, and Jonathan knocked his hand out of the way and unfastened the buckle and the closure at the waistband and unzipped them and pulled them hurriedly to the floor.

"Are you burnt?"

"Hsssss! Yeah!"

"Where?"

"Ohhh! On my knee and, uh, thigh."

"Sit down! I'll get some ice."

Jonathan got the ice container from the freezer and brought it over. "Where? Quick! Show me. If we get ice on it soon enough, it may not blister."

Kevin pointed to his knee, and Jonathan placed ice on it and said, "Here! Hold this there. Where else?"

Kevin pointed to his inner thigh, high up. Suddenly, Jonathan became aware of Kevin's unclad state. He was wearing heather grey bikini briefs of the contoured style, cut and sewed to provide a distinct pouch for the genitals, pushing them slightly up and out. Jonathan thought he saw a grease stain on the pouch but brushed the thought aside and held a cube of ice to the angry red splotch on Kevin's soft skinned inner thigh. The backs of his fingers brushed the bulge of the bikini briefs' pouch, but Jonathan held the ice steadily on the burn. He looked at Kevin and saw him wincing.

"Anywhere else?"

Kevin blushed.

"Kevin! Anywhere else?"

Kevin nodded, his face flaming.

"Where? Come on, Kevin, where?"

"My b-, uh, testicles."

Jonathan felt his own face flame. "For God's sake, Kevin! And I thought I was bashful. Well, you'd better get some ice on it. Take your briefs off!" Jonathan removed the ice from the knee and inner thigh.

Kevin stood and pulled the briefs down to his ankles, stepped out of them and then reseated himself.

Jonathan shoved the ice container to him. "Here. Put some ice on the burn and hold it!" He replaced the ice in his hands on Kevin's knee and inner thigh, as Kevin held an ice cube to his testicles.

"Anywhere else?"

"No. That's it."

Now that the crisis was over, Jonathan suddenly became aware of their condition. Kevin sitting on the kitchen chair, naked from the waist down, his shirt rolled up around his chest, he, Jonathan, holding ice to his knee and groin and Kevin holding ice to his balls. Jonathan looked openly at the genitals, Kevin's extremely alluring, large cock, the curling blond pubic hair and the full testicles, now drawing up under the coldness of the ice.

Half hysterical with the tension of the spilled hot oil and the burn and the unclad state of Kevin's genitals near his hand and before his face as he knelt, Jonathan began to giggle and then laugh uncontrollably. Kevin must have shared Jonathan's hysteria because he joined in the laughter, and it slowly built until they howled with loud guffaws and tears rolled down their faces.

Finally, Jonathan got up, threw some cold water on his face and dried it. He looked at Kevin sitting almost naked in the chair and compulsively snickered again. He sobered and looked at Kevin again.

"Here we were, talking soberly about our insecure sexual identities with intellectual objectivity, and five minutes later your sitting naked in my kitchen and I'm on my knees in front of you." Jonathan giggled again, and Kevin joined him in another short spurt of giggles.

"Are you okay?" Jonathan asked.

"Yeah, I think so. Ice helps. Thanks."

"You think you can wear anything?"

"Uh, I'd rather not. Still pretty tender." He giggled again compulsively, and Jonathan joined in and then sobered with a deliberate exercise of will.

"Okay. You can stay here. In the guest room. It's never been used." He showed him into the guest room and pulled the shades lest a passer-by look in and see the young man, naked from the waist down, moving about the bedroom. He got some sheets from the linen closet, and he and Kevin made up the queen-sized rice bed. Jonathan showed him the shower and left him alone.

Jonathan showered first and retired to his bedroom. He heard the shower start again, and unbidden there flashed an image of Kevin, naked under the spray. He listened as the shower stopped and Kevin gargled, turned out the light and shut the door. Jonathan tossed restlessly in his king-sized bed, unable to sleep. Images of Kevin's beautiful large cock, his full testicles and the soft blond thatch of pubic hair swam before him. He remembered how the line of blond hair trailed up from the thicker growth over his flat abdomen and navel and then dissipated into a golden fuzz on his ridged belly. He dozed and then awakened again with the images in his mind and an erection. Unable to sleep, he tossed restlessly, his mind groggy from the images and imagination beginning to intrude insistently.

Finally, about three in the morning, he arose from his bed, naked, and tiptoed into the guest room. Kevin had left a lamp turned on low, and it glowed softly in the corner. Jonathan looked at him, his eyes closed in sleep and his long, thick lashes against his cheek. How young and innocent he looked! Driven by a compulsion he could scarce credit, he found himself going to the opposite side of the bed and slipping quietly between the sheets. I'll just lay here awhile, he thought to himself, and then get up and go back to my bed. He lay on his side looking at the sleeping profile and becoming more conscious of the proximity of the naked body in bed next to him. He edged cautiously toward Kevin and about a foot away reached out his hand delicately and touched his naked hip. Kevin didn't stir, and emboldened he slid his fingers over the bare skin until they touched the soft growth of hair and moved down until they touched the soft flesh of Kevin's cock, large and full even when relaxed. Jonathan hesitated, tempted but fearful. Almost against his will, he gently wrapped his fingers around the large cock, lifted it and softly squeezed, slightly drawing the skin back from the head and then back up. Kevin's cock swelled and stiffened noticeably, and he moved slightly in his sleep, thrusting almost imperceptibly against Jonathan's hand. Jonathan stealthily withdrew his hand, slid out of bed, and tiptoed from the room. Perhaps his guilt and nervousness made him imagine it, but he thought for moment that he heard Kevin inquiringly utter "Jonathan?" as he turned into the hall.

The next morning when Kevin awakened, Jonathan had left a note for him. "Kevin: Had some work at the office. Make yourself at home and fix yourself some breakfast. Thanks for cooking dinner last night. It was delicious. Jonathan." He'd left out some sweet rolls, English muffins, bagels, eggs and cereal, evidently inviting Kevin to take his choice. Kevin poured himself a bowl of cereal and put the other things back in the refrigerator. As he ate, he thought contemplatively about the night before. Had Jonathan come to his room, even been in his bed? Or was it just a part of the dream he'd been having before he awoke at the soft sound of what sounded like a body running into a piece of furniture or a door frame? Jonathan hadn't said anything last night about going to his office so early, and his early departure before Kevin's rising tended to be consistent with his wanting to avoid Kevin. On the other hand he may have simply been embarrassed at Kevin's spilling the hot oil and the events that followed, or maybe he just hadn't remembered that he had work to do at his office this morning.

ELEVEN

The next day in class Jonathan engaged the class in dialogue concerning the comparable writing styles, first, of Henry James and Robertson Davies, and then, of Peter Taylor and Hemingway. A few of the class were able to engage in repartee with Jonathan up to a point, but none could stay in the fray as long as Kevin. After class, Kevin stopped to speak to Jonathan.

"Great class, Professor Boudoin."

"Yes, Kevin, I thought it was very interesting, too. I appreciate your participation. Look, I'd like you to write another story. One you wouldn't mind others reading."

Kevin blushed. "I'll give it a try, sir."

"Good. Let me know if I can be of help. Otherwise, I'll check with you in a couple of weeks to see how you're coming."

That night as he and Alan were eating dinner at Sally's Sneakers, Kevin saw Jonathan across the dining room with an older woman. He looked up as Kevin spotted him, saw him and nodded. Later, Kevin went to the men's room and took the lone remaining urinal next to Jonathan. Jonathan looked out of the corner of his eye and saw it was Kevin. He flushed faintly.

"Good evening, Kevin."

"Hello, Professor Boudoin."

As Jonathan finished, Kevin saw him cut his eyes to his cock and then quickly away. Kevin decided to be rather overt in watching Jonathan as he shook his penis to rid it of the last vestiges of urine. It was a handsome member, actually. Almost as large as Kevin's if not equally large. Jonathan belatedly became aware of Kevin's observation and blushed deeply, quickly putting his cock back in his pants. Kevin casually turned his eyes to the wall before him and shook his own, rather longer than necessary.

Kevin thought Jonathan rather more formal than was his practice with him during class on Wednesday and Friday, and he returned the same formality. On Friday afternoon, Kevin stayed rather longer than necessary in the gym, remembering Jonathan's stated habit of working out on Friday afternoons. He'd dallied rather longer over the stationary bicycle and step machine than was likely to escape notice from some of the other regulars and was about to begin his run, when Jonathan came in, stretched and began his run. Kevin joined him on the second lap, and they ran the remainder of their five miles side by side.

As they walked down for a couple of laps, Kevin asked, "Want some help on your weight sets?"

"Thanks. We'll swap out, okay?"

In the locker room, Jonathan skipped the steam and went directly to the shower. Kevin joined him a couple of minutes later. Jonathan deliberately avoided looking at Kevin as they showered.

"Do you have plans for dinner, Professor Boudoin?"

Startled and unprepared, Jonathan stammered, "Uh, n-no. I mean . . . That is . . ."

Cutting through the awkwardness, Kevin continued, "Good! I'd enjoy your company if you will." Jonathan had no graceful way out other to accept graciously.

During dinner, Kevin told Jonathan that his grandmother had sent him two tickets for the O'Neill revival in Boston the following weekend and had reserved a suite in one of the grand old hotels for him.

"If you don't have any other plans and if you like O'Neill, I'd enjoy having you go down with me," he told Jonathan.

Jonathan hesitated too long to decline without obviously concocting an excuse and, besides, he did like O'Neill.

"Thanks, Kevin. I'd enjoy that very much."

Jonathan was surprised and interested when Kevin picked him up in his Mercedes on Friday at noon.

They were silent until they were about ten miles down the interstate. "Kevin, you said you didn't need the money from what you might make if your short story were published, but I guess I didn't fully comprehend what you were telling me then."

Kevin looked startled and puzzled, and then his bewilderment vanished as he comprehended and he blushed. "You mean the car."

"Yeah. Are you really rich?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess so."

"Fairly rich, filthy rich or obscenely rich?"

Kevin cut his eyes to him, grinning and blushing at the same time. "Uh, I guess 'obscenely' would be apt. My parents were killed in a car wreck when I was sixteen. My mother was an only child of 'despicably rich' parents, and my father was one of two children of fairly obscenely rich parents. He was also chairman of the board of Luciana Corporation." Luciana Corporation was the family holding company. It was fairly famous among moneyed families.

"Oh," Jonathan acknowledged, "those Quinlans. Uh, how much do you have?"

Kevin blushed and stammered, "Not all that much of my own. Most of it is in trust for me."

"How much, Kevin?"

"Uh, about three hundred million."

Jonathan whistled softly. "Kevin, don't ever expect me to pick up a tab."

Kevin chuckled. The exchange had cleared the air, and they chatted in good camaraderie for the remainder of the drive.

The suite only had one bedroom, contrary to what Kevin had anticipated, and the single bedroom had only a king-sized bed.

"I don't know what grandmother was doing. I know she expected me to bring a date. I'm not sure what she thought would come of that. I'll call the desk and see if they can change it out."

They couldn't, although they could swap it out for a single bedroom with two queen-sized beds. Kevin raised his eyebrows inquiringly to Jonathan. Jonathan shrugged his shoulders, "Might as well keep the one we have."

They ate dinner in the hotel dining room and saw STRANGE INTERLUDE that night and then went to a pub near the Harvard campus. When they got back to the hotel, Jonathan showered first and was propped up on the bed in his boxers watching television when Kevin emerged from the bath, a towel around his waist. Jonathan took hasty note of Kevin's excellent physique, his shapely buttocks and the protrusion under the terry cloth at his groin. Kevin took the towel off, hung it on a door knob, and walked across the room to his duffel. Jonathan tried to be casual as he watched the large cock and full testicles swing rhythmically as he walked. Kevin slipped on a large oversized tee shirt that came about midway down the cleft of his buttocks and came toward the bed.

"You want to turn back the spread?"

"Sure." Jonathan arose and together they removed the heavy quilted bed covering.

"Want breakfast sent up here in the morning?"

"That'd be great. Luxurious!"

They consulted together over the menu and ended up ordering the largest of the breakfasts available. Fruit juice, melon, bacon, omelettes, waffles, breakfast rolls and coffee. They requested service for nine o'clock and hung the order card on the outside doorknob.

"Mind if I leave a light on the other side of the room. I'll turn it low. I don't like it too dark."

Jonathan recalled that the lamp had been on on the bedside table in Kevin's room last Saturday night when he surreptiously entered. "No. That's fine."

Kevin yawned and stretched, thrusting his arms into the air. The movement caused his tee shirt to hike up, revealing his blond pubic hair, his beautiful (Jonathan had come to think of it as "beautiful") cock and his large testicles.

"I'm sleepier than I realized. Stayed up 'til two thirty last night working on a short story for this really tough English prof."

Jonathan smiled. "Glad to hear you're doing it."

Kevin fell asleep pretty quickly, but Jonathan lay in wakefulness for some time. He was acutely conscious of the almost naked body of Kevin next to him. He recalled the madness of last Saturday night when he'd crawled into bed next to Kevin and had touched him. He hadn't awakened then, and he appeared to be sleeping more deeply now. Dared he? As if under an irresistible compulsion, he edged closer to Kevin and turned to his side facing him. His hand cautiously, softly touched a naked hip. Kevin continued to breath deeply. Slowly, he slid his fingers into the soft, curling pubic growth and then south. His fingers touched the warm soft flesh of Kevin's cock, swollen large even in its flaccid state as the young man slept. He looked at Kevin and was stunned to see his eyes open watching him solemnly. Jonathan's heart leapt into his mouth with fear.

"I'd hoped you would have some interest, Jonathan, but I'd almost given up. I promise you that you won't find any rejection from me in this bed."

Kevin placed his hand on top of Jonathan's and pressed it softly to his genitals. Jonathan's rapid heartbeat changed from one arising from fear to one arising from excitement. He squeezed the soft warm flesh gently, and Kevin arched his hips slightly against his hand and then turned to his side facing Jonathan. He placed one hand across Jonathan's shoulder and pulled him closer. He moved his head toward Jonathan's and kissed him softly. Jonathan stiffened and then yielded, opening his lips to Kevin's wet tongue. Kevin's hand moved lower on Jonathan's back and slid beneath the waistband of his boxers and boldly stroked his firm round buttocks. Sitting up, he tossed the covers over the foot of the bed, got to his knees beside Jonathan and pulled the oversized tee shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor beside the bed. He looked down at Jonathan, lying on his back in the white boxers. Taking hold of the waistband in both hands, he pulled and Jonathan raised his hips to free the fabric to be pulled over his feet and sent to join the tee shirt on the floor.

Jonathan lay naked looking openly for the first time at Kevin's body and genitals. Kevin, at the same time, drank in Jonathan with his eyes. His body was muscular and well proportioned. His penis was, indeed, for all intents and purposes as long as Kevin's if not quite as large around. His pubic hair was a thickly curling chestnut growing in a small vaguely shaped, diverse vee above his genital basket.

"Beautiful," Kevin whispered. He pushed Jonathan's thighs apart and crawled over his leg to assume a position on his hands and knees between them, his head poised above the genitals. He wanted to kiss Jonathan's stomach and thighs and testicles, but he recalled that Jonathan had said than he'd been celibate since he was a freshman in college, ten years earlier, and realized that he'd better not. Jonathan's extreme excitement had set him to shivering and had resulted perversely in his not forming an erection. Kevin smiled reassuringly up Jonathan's belly and chest into his eyes and lifted the large cock in his hand. He looked at the full, uncircumcised cock. Although still flaccid, there was a drop of semen standing on the slightly swollen lips of the urethra at the tip of Jonathan's cock. Kevin touched it with his tongue and licked it away. Again he licked the sensitive lips of the opening at the tip of Jonathan's cock and then the broad expanse of the smooth, tightly engorged cockhead. Covering it with his mouth, his wet, swirling tongue licked around and across the smooth skin of the cockhead, and he took the soft flesh entirely within his mouth and licked and sucked with a longing desire. Jonathan's flesh began to swell and harden rapidly. Kevin slid his lips up the wetly gleaming shaft and plunged downward again, as he moaned softly in satisfaction at the swelling erection. Involuntarily, Jonathan arched his hips and thrust his cock into Kevin's descending mouth. Kevin pressed his tongue to the large vessel on the underside of Jonathan's cock and sucked firmly, holding the base in the ring of his thumb and forefinger and stroking the this pelvic growth with his other hand. His nose and lips pressed into the soft curls and he inhaled Jonathan's musky male scent. Jonathan had his hands in Kevin's hair, combing it in his fingers with frenzied movements as he thrust rapidly. Kevin felt Jonathan's throbbing cock lengthen and harden and throb against his tongue, and he sucked harder, stroking the large vessel firmly.

"Ohohohohohohoh. Kevin, let go. I'm gonna come. Let go. Aaghh! Too late. I'm sorry. Aaghh!"

Kevin felt the flesh spasm against his tongue, and one forceful jet after another shot into his mouth in the longest sequence of spurts he'd ever received. He swallowed the rich, salty sweetness greedily and continued to suck the softening flesh until he was certain that he'd gotten it all, and only then did he let slip from his mouth with soft, slurping sound of released suction.

Kevin lay between Jonathan's legs with his head on his hip as Jonathan's breathing returned to normal. He felt Jonathan's hand stroking his head softly.

"I'd thought that the time had passed me by and I'd never experience that," Jonathan said quietly.

"Did you like it?" Kevin asked.

Jonathan sat up and, grasping Kevin under his arms, pulled him up to lie beside him. "Like it! That doesn't begin to describe it. I loved it! I felt that my whole being was inside you! . . . But tell me. Is it, uh, usual to ejaculate in the partner's mouth?"

"Yeah, I think so. That's part of the enjoyment. It really tastes good, once the first shock is over, but its not required."

"Oh, but I want to. I want to suck your big beautiful cock all the way into my mouth, and I want to feel you ejaculate across my tongue and taste your semen and then have it all in my belly. Oh, gosh! I can hardly believe that I'm talking that way or that it's really going to happen at last."

He sat up beside Kevin and feasted on him with his eyes. What a beautiful body! And no one would ever guess it from seeing Kevin clothed because his was the kind of body that, though appearing average, was perfection in its highest and best realization of normality which was as good a definition for "classic" as Jonathan knew. He traced his fingers over Kevin's cheek bone and jaw line.

"Are you aware of how beautiful your eyes are?" Jonathan asked. Kevin blushed and closed his eyes, his long, thick lashes laying against the lower rim of the socket.

Jonathan continued to follow the contours with this fingers. The muscular shoulders and the muscled but not muscle-bound arms. His chest was smooth and his pectorals perfectly proportioned to his size and body type. Jonathan leaned forward and kissed and sucked at the near nipple. He laid his palm flat against his flat stomach, feeling the hard ripples of muscle beneath the warm skin. He ran his finger down the line of blond hair to the navel and stopped to kiss the depression. His finger continued to follow the line of hair to the soft blond curls and he ran his fingers and palm through it and over it.

His hand grasped the swollen but still soft cock and lifted it as he examined it closely and then cradled Kevin's swollen testicles, feeling the smooth hairless skin and the heavy, egg- shaped glands warm in his hand. Jonathan stroked the large cock softly and it began to harden. He climbed between Kevin's thighs and lay on his stomach, still holding it. It stared at it, mesmerized. A small drop of semen oozed out of the opening at the tip of Kevin's cock and stood glistening on the lips of the opening as Jonathan watched. He licked it and savored its taste with a look of a concentration and then smiled up at Kevin approvingly. He opened his mouth and covered the large swollen cockhead with his lips, licking slowly and luxuriously. How often he'd done this in his imagination! But the actual doing of it was excruciatingly satisfying. "Mmmmmmmmmmm, oohhmmmmmmmm," he moaned as his lips slid down the now fully erect flesh and his tongue stroked and pressed against the swollen vessel on the underside of it. Kevin thrust slightly, and then he grasped Jonathan's head and held it as he lifted his hips from the bed and slowly entered the warm wet lips with his full length. Jonathan slid his lips back up the swollen shaft, licked lavishly over and around the head and slid his moist lips and searching tongue back down. He hadn't quit moaning and sighing audibly as he sucked. After three or four minutes, Kevin, who had been thrusting and withdrawing in cooperation with Jonathan's movements, began to breath heavily and moan as well.

"Jonathan! I'm about to come. Do you want to move your mouth from it?" Jonathan's head shook negatively as Kevin's cock filled his mouth.

"Okay, then. Get ready . . . Ungh! Aaaghhhh! Unh, here it comes. Yes! Suck it, Jon, suck it hard."

Jonathan had felt the throbbing of Kevin's cock, and he was prepared when it jerked and spasmed in his mouth, flooding his tongue and mouth with a spurting streams of semen. He swallowed rapidly and sucked voraciously as a starving man might do over a good meal after long fasting. He continued sucking and swallowing until Kevin's shaft began to soften inside his mouth, and then he reluctantly released it from the suction of his mouth.

Afterward, as they lay in a close embrace, Jonathan said, "Kevin, I've never felt so satiated, but I can't wait for more."

"We've got all weekend, Jonathan, and we'll both try to get our fill of each other."

The next morning, the bellman let himself in after two knocks and entered the bedroom with the breakfast cart. He smirked as he spied the two young men in bed together but studiously didn't react, and Kevin, half angry at the man's presumption, got out of bed naked and walked across to the dresser to remove a ten dollar bill from his wallet and hand it to the man who was now staring mesmerized by Kevin's beautiful cock and faint pungent odor of dried semen emanating from Kevin's genitals. Jonathan watched the little by-play and perversely got out of bed to walk naked to the breakfast cart and leaned over Kevin, his cock brushing Kevin's buttocks, to examine the morning meal. The bellman was overcome with confusion and almost ran from the room. Jonathan and Kevin laughed softly together at the reaction and moved into an embrace and long kiss.

"'Mornin', lover," Kevin said.

Jonathan blushed, pleased, and responded, "'Mornin', lover."

TWELVE

They returned from Boston late Sunday night after a great weekend of culture and sex. Kevin let Jonathan out and went in to the house with him. They kissed long and lovingly, and Kevin departed.

Jonathan undressed and then stood nude in his study, looking contemplatively at wood box on one of his book shelves. He took it into his bedroom and propped up on the bed. He opened the box and removed a stack of letters from it. He arranged them in the order of their dates, and slit the envelopes of all of them before he opened the first and began to read.

What he read stunned him with surprise.

When they next got together, Jonathan told Kevin of what he had found and showed the letters to Kevin.

"Pete Delaware was the roommate? Jonathan! I'm impressed. Even more so since he's so in love with you."

"In love with me!"

"Surely, you realized that!"

"No! He's just sorry for having hurt my feelings."

"Jonathan, you'd better read these letters again. I can tell you what the missing letter said. It said right out that he loved you and had for the last ten years."

Jonathan was silent for several minutes. They were at Walt's house in the mountains for the weekend, and a fire was burning and crackling in the fireplace. "What do you think I should do, Kevin?"

"I think you should see him. Go to San Francisco during the Christmas holidays. Look, Jonathan. I know that we are good loving friends and we've been good for each other. I hope we will keep on being that and more if Pete will have that kind of relationship. But you know that we're not soul mates. Pete is yours, and I haven't found mine yet."

This marks the end of one segment of Kevin's and Jonathan's adventure into the development of relationships. I am wondering, should we read Pete Delaware's ten year correspondence to Jonathan. Should I pursue the development of Jonathan's further relations with Pete Delaware?