Trimurti

The Trimurti

by

D. V. Zomba

Copyright 2010

Prologue Chapter One -- The Incubus Chapter Two -- Confusion Chapter Three -- Surprise Chapter Four -- A Matter of Karma Chapter Five -- Union

Prologue

The Trimurti (trans: `three forms') is a Hindu concept and refers to their Trinity: Brahma, the creator; Vishnu, the sustainer' and Shiva, the destroyer. Shiva is an interesting deity. He his usually dark in color and many of his forms are nude. One, in particular shows him lying on his back nude, with an erection, in a cemetary while his consort, Kali, also nude, is dancing wildly on his body.

Throught the history of man a trio often appears--for example the Christian Trinity.

Richard Balfour, Brodrick Smithson and Alston Franklyn were close friends. They had met as Freshmen at the U of M, and their association, their friendship had developed over the years. They were often seen together on campus, so often in fact, that their friends referred to them as the Three Musketeers.

Richard Balfour, known to everyone as Dick, was considered to be a genuine hunk. He was six feet tall, one-hundred-eighty-five pounds, had brown wavy hair, blue eyes, a strong jawline, straight nose and a brilliant smile. Rick was not ripped' but smoothly muscular, a musculature that exemplified the build of a classic quarter-back, his posution on the university's team . . . actually second string quarterback. His broad shoulders V'ed' down to a narrow waist, a firmly rounded ass, relatively muscular thighs and an uncut package that was the envy of most men who saw it. On the beach in his swim briefs he received the glances of all the women and a lot of the men as well. Dick choose to bear swim briefs rather than the boxer type swim wear because, if the truth be told he was proud of his physique. Who wouldn't be? But, he was not vain, in the traditional sense.

Dick came from a solid middle class family and had two siblings, an older sister and a younger brother. His father owned an appliance store in Brookings where his mother helped out. During school holidays Dick often helped his parents out in the store.

Dick's vocabulary tended to be somewhat colorful, sprinkled with explicit argot of a sexual nature, generally. It wasn't that his vocabulary was limited, it was part of his macho image, or so he thought. Rick, his university room-mate would often comment, "Foul mouthed sociologists are an anacronym!" To which Dick would parry, "Fuck off!"

The second member of the trio, Brodrick Smithson had been called Rick since he was a young boy. He disliked the formality of Broderick. Rick was quietly handsome, six feet tall, one-hundred-seventy-five pounds, had dark brown hair, brown eyes, an Aquiline nose which he thought was not his most attractive feature. But, with the rest of his face, his nose fit. He had a great smile and a mouth that mesmerized the girls. Rick had the build of a middle distance runner, long and taunt. He was a bit shy of his endowment, of which he had no reason to be. His cut cock was thicker than the average even in a detumescent state, and his ball sack was opulent, but like the rest of the guys at school, he was not averse to walk from his room the the showers with his towel slung over his shoulder. Rick was quietly confident and tended to dress somewhat nattily, but not fastidious.

Rick's father was a lawyer in Rochester, Minnesota and his mother was a bit of a socialite, volunttering for several charities. His elder brother had gone to the University of Chicago, majored in Bacteriology and was now pursuing his Ph.D. at Wisconsin. He, Rick thought, without rancor, that his brother was the star of the family.

Mathematics came easy to Rick, so that was one his majors, along with computer science. His majors were rigorous, but studying came easy to him. He knew that his father wanted him to study law, but law bored himm and a part as a form of rebellion he went into math and computer science.

The final member of the trio wass Alston (Al) Franklyn. He astonishingly good looking. His black curly hair, brown eyes, flaired nostrils, full mouth and skin the color of dark honey belied his mixed ancestory. His genes were obviously the best of both his parents, his black father and white mother of Scandinavian ancestry. Al was six-foot-two inch tall and his skin tone set off his one-hundred-ninty-five pounds of rippling muscles, emphasizing and delineating each. He was a magnificent man. Al had the build of a star basketball player, which indeed he was. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, bubble butt, a bounteous uncut, package complete with low hangers and muscular thighs set off his frame. He could have had Ashanti or Zulu or even Nubian forebearers, but his ancestory on his father's side, like many Black Americans, was lost in the fog of history. Nonetheless, he was a proud, self-assured, friendly and affable young man.

To Alston Franklyn the academic life came somewhat easy. He did have to study, but his natural intelligence spared him from having to spend long hours at the books. Yet, from time to time his name appeared on the Dean's List, reserved for those with a `B+' average or better for the given semester. His appearance on the Dean's List brought him many good natured and envious jibes from his basketball team mates. To which he would parry, "Majoring in counselling is an easy gig!" Actually it wasn't as easy as he stated.

Al's father was a physician in Minneapolis, a virologist, and his mother was a nurse. He had one younger sister. Quite naturally, he was the pride of his family.

Chapter One The Incubus

Dick Balfour had been my room mate since we were Freshman. We really complemented each other as he was somewhat studious and laid back and I tended to be a bit more up front and studied only when I had to.

"You going to homecoming?" I asked Dick.

"Naw. Got to fuckin study tonight!"

"Well, I may be late, going to the Omega Psi Phi party with Al after."

"OK, watch your ass!"

"I always do!"

The game was a bust! We lost, but that didn't dampen the frat party. Al, as well as a couple of my classmates were members and the liquor, which was ostensibly verboten, flowed like water. We both got a bit tipsy, and about 1:00 am, Al and I decided to leave.

Al was a bit drunker than me and continuously lurched into me as we walked back to the dorm across campus. Actually he needed a bit of help climbing the stairs. I wrapped my arm around his narrow waist and he leaned against me. The feel of his muscular body against mine sent a slight thrill through me. I led him to his room, unlocked the door for him, closed it and guided him to his bed. He flopped on the bed pulling me on top of him, knocking the breath out of me momentarily. Grasping my head he brought my lips into contact with his full lips. I attempted to pull away, but not before he insinuated, snaked his long tongue into my mouth. He held me tight.

"Mmmm!" I groaned as his searching tongue hit some hidden, hitherto unknown button in my being. Without consciously realizing it at the time, my tongue slipped into his mouth and our searching tongues entwined. The initial tenseness that first enveloped me slipped away and I surrendered to his sensual probing. The warmth of our bodies together was a new sensation and one that was not altogether distasteful. I felt a distinct swelling as his groin pressed against mine. Again, for some inexplicable reason, I too felt a swelling in my nether region. Our hot cocks were transmitting some primordial message, each to the other, messages demanding release.

Al relinquished his hold on my head and his tongue found its way to my ear and then down to my neck. There he licked and sucked one of the most sensitive spots on my body. His coursing tongue caused uncontrolled shivers to race through me.

"Ahhhh!" I groaned.

Feeling his hand insinuated itself down, between our layered bodies, seeking out my growing cock, I shifted inexplicably. The feel of his warm hand as he clutched, then fondled my encased cock was surprisingly delicious.

"Ahhhh!" I groaned again.

Al twisted his body until he was now on top. Again he kissed me with his lush, moist lips. My body torqued in erotic delight. I was by now gasping and panting. Quickly he slid down my trunk and with unbelievable nimbleness, my jeans were opened and he was fishing in my briefs for my hard cock. Having found it, Al pulled it out and immediately swallowed half of my throbbing, pulsing prick. I shuddered in the pleasure. The of his hot mouth transmitted to my equally hot, quaking cock was glorious, wantonly lascivious.

"Oh! Geese!"

Like some primal machine he began bobbing up and down on my obdurate dick. I looked down and received such luxurious pleasure in watching his full lips sliding up and down my adamantine shaft.

Normally, I am not a quick cummer. But, this night, this situation propelled me quickly into the cosmos and I shot jet after jet deep into his throat!

"ARGGHHH!" I moaned out loud.

Al continued sucking me. The sensation became unbearable and I snaked my way up the bed and out of his mouth. He looked at me with glazed eyes, grabbed the pillow and in an instant was asleep. I tucked my softening cock back in my briefs, zipped up my jeans and left Al's room.

As I walked across the hall to my room, Dick was still studying.

He looked up, bleary eyed and stated, "You look like you've been run over by a truck!"

"Something like that." I answered and flopped on my bed without undressing. Lying there the images of the past few minutes raced through my brain. "Why did I allow that to happen? Why didn't I immediately extricate myself and leave?" I asked myself. Then, I admitted that it felt awesome and only then did I fall asleep.

When I awoke the next morning Dick had already left. I pulled myself out of bed, stripped, grabbed my towel and walked down the hall to the shower. The showers on our hall and in the whole dorm were communal. Each consisted of six shower heads, two on each of three walls. As I walked in, I saw Al. His head was raised as the water flowed over his face and down his chest and legs. I couldn't help but notice his dark, substantial dick hung limply down over his pendulous balls. Turning on the shower opposite him, I stepped under its warm flow. Al turned.

"Hey Rick."

"Hey," I answered.

"Damn! Drank too much last night!" he stated.

"Me too," I stated as I started to lather up my body. I tried not to look at Al this morning. Truth be told, I was a bit embarrassed, not at getting my dick sucked--that was problem enough--but at how it might effect our friendship. As with Dick, my friendship had flowered quite naturally with Al. I really liked him as a friend, we had a lot in common.

Al rinsed off for the last time, grabbed his towel and as he left the shower area, winked at me and grinned.

"Wonder if Rick is pissed?" I thought as I went back to my room. As I thought of the night before, my dong began to swell.

I had thought over the past few years that he was such a great guy, easy to talk to and damned understanding. And he had an amazing cock, thick as hell and with a humungous knob. A couple of times, in the showers, I couldn't help but notice it bulk up and would, good naturedly kid him about it.

"Damn! That thick dick of yours is going to tear some poor woman's pussy apart!"

He would blush and turn to the wall trying, uncuccessfully to will it down. It must have been hellfor him with that emmense cock.

Al was over at a friend's house one Saturday. Billy and he decided to take a swim in the Allington's pool.

"You can use one of my suits," Billy said as skinny dipping in the Allington's pool would have been out of the question.

Billy was two years older than Al's fourteen years at the time and tended to me the more dominant of the two. He was always suggesting some unusual activity for the two to perform, usually on a dare--skinny dipping in the nearby creek, exploring an abandoned house in the neighborhood, at night and the like. Al usually went along with it as he admired Billy immensely and was proud that an older kid would spend time with him.

The two went to Billy's room and stripped, put on the swimming suits and spent the next two hours frolicking in the Allington's pool. A bit tired, they returned to Billy's room and toweled off. Al was drying his back when Billy glanced over at Al's crotch.

"Damn! You've got a big cock for your age!" and he reached over and fondled Al's adolescent dick.

He was both proud of his cock and pleased at the compliment. Al twitched at the touch of as he looked down at Billy's fondling hand. Al was proud of the sparse pubic hair he had sprouted over the past six months. But it didn't compare to Billy's, The adolescent cock sprang up, erect in under a minute. Billy began to masturbate Al's stiff dick, moving his hand up and down the length, revealing the pinkish-purple, glistening cock head only to hide it again as his hand moved towards the end. Suddenly, Billy dropped to his knees and started to suck that pubescent cock. Almost immediately Al's whole being began to tremble with delight at that sensuous, lascivious ministration.

Eyes wide with surprise and erotic bliss Al watched his friend's mouth move up and down the length of his quivering shaft. His legs quivered uncontrollably as Billy sucked and tongued that hard, young cock.

Al had been jacking off for almost a year, so when he began to move towards cosmic release, he recognized the feeling. Slowly he began to thrust his hips forward, driving his cock even deeper into that hot, moist mouth and throat.

Gasping, Al shot his load into Billy's mouth. Pulling off, Billy looked up at Al and asked, "How'd you like that?"

"Awesome," was all Al could say.

The two quietly dressed and Al left for home. He was spent, yet buoyant.

Over the next two and a half years Al emptied numerous loads of his lustral fluid down Billy's throat. It became a normal thing when they were usually together.

It was during their third erotic encounter when Al was spending a night with his friend, that Billy asked, "Suck my cock, man."

At first Al was a bit reluctant, but when Billy asked again. He tentatively took Billy's cock head into his mouth. Within a minute he was bobbing up and down on Billy's hard, hot cock. That would be the first time, but far from the last. Al began to look forward to their meetings, not just because he yearned to have his cock sucked, he also grew fond of sucking Billy's proud, obdurate prick. It became his own private suck pole. He revelled in the feeling of that engorged muscle sliding back and forth over his lips and into his throat.

It had been a couple of years since Al had Billy's cock in his mouth. But there were others. He remembered, fondly when he was a Freshman and in the main library studying, he had to use the bathroom one afternoon. Walking into the basement john, he saw that two of the three urinals were occupied so he entered one of the two stalls, took out his dick and pissed. He noticed that in the connecting wall was a hole, maybe two-and-a-half inches in diameter. He heard the two guys at the urinal leave.

When he finished, he shook his dick, retracted the foreskin, revealing his now ample pinkish-purple, glistening head and pushed the loose hood back over the helmet. This retraction he did two or three times as was his habit.

Suddenly he saw a finger tip appear in the opening and beckon. He repeated his retraction exercise again and his cock began to swell. The finger slid further into Al's space and insistently signaled. Turning slightly and moving towards the hole. Al allowed the finger to gently caress his growing cock. Then the finger withdrew only to be replaced by a pair of lips and a tongue snaking out lasciviously. Moving closer, Al luxuriated in the tongue licking his cock head. Instinctively he moved closer to the hole inserting his florid head into the moist lips.

"Ahhhh!" He gasped quietly, then shoved his whole cock through the hole, that glorious hole, that glory hole. The guy on the other side didn't waste any time, but immediately swallowed Al's substantial length. Nearly collapsing from the unexpected onslaught, Al's knees buckled and he grabbed the top of the partition for support and flexed his hips forward. Within a few short minutes there was that cosmic release, a delicious mixture of pleasure and pain.

"Ahhhh!"

Al emptied his considerable load into that motive mouth, pulled out, took some tissue, dried his dripping cock, stowed it back in his pants and left.

I guess the sight of his cock over the years and the liquor neutralized any reservation I had. But it sure felt good . . . so thick . . . and that big helmeted cock head. I could feel my cock swelling again.

All that Sunday, I had the feeling that Rick was avoiding me. Monday night as I was on my way to my room after practice, I ran into Rick in the hall.

"Hi!"

"Hi," he answered.

"Hey, Rick, ya got a couple of minutes?"

"Yeah," he answered half hearted.

"I need to talk to you! It's kinda important," I said opening my door and motioning for him to enter. I sat on my desk chair, the only chair in the room and Rick sat, reluctantly on my bed. I had left the door ajar partially for Rick's comfort, but a draft closed it and I heard the latch click. Rick glanced at the door like a caged animal.

"I suppose you're pissed over Saturday night?"

Shrugging nervously, "Not really."

"Not really?" I asked.

"Well, not pissed, but surprised as hell."

"Was what I did uncomfortable for you?"

"Well, I was a bit taken back at first."

"At first?"

"Yeah."

"Then?"

Looking down at his hands in his lap, "Then . . . then it felt kinda good."

"Kinda good?"

He looked up at me and stated emphatically in exasperation, "Yeah! It felt good . . ." then added, "Real good."

His eyes locked on mine, not really a glare, but a mixture of fear and defiance. After a minute, "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure," I answered.

"Have you done that before to other guys?"

"Yeah, I have."

"A lot?"

"What's `a lot?'"

"More than ten."

Smiling, I admitted, "More than ten but less than fifty." I wasn't sure of my figures, but who's going to quibble?

"Geese!" Then, "Can I ask you a question"

"Sure."

"Are you gay, Al?"

"No, not entirely . . . i still like to fuck pussy once in a while."

He shrugged, trying to comprehend.

"Have you been sucked before?" I asked.

"NO!" came the quick answer, then "Well, . . . I was sucked when I was fourteen, but that really doesn't count. We were kids."

"Did you enjoy it then?"

Shrugging, he admitted, "Guess so."

"And you liked it the other night?"

"Told you I did," he spat out.

"And you kissed me back when I kissed you."

"Yeah," came the quiet reply.

"Why didn't you push me off?"

"I thought about it . . . but then . . . guess I forgot," came his feeble reply.

"Rick, you may think I'm weird or sick, but I've been looking at your great cock since we became friends as Freshmen. I wanted to take it into my mouth and run my tongue over it. I wanted to feel that thick shaft of yours sliding past my lips. I wanted to hear you moan, tense, gasp and shoot your cum in my mouth. I wanted to fondle your balls. Sorry, but that's the way I feel."

Rick continued to look at me, but the look in his face softened. Then I noticed him blush.

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing,"

"Rick, what's the matter?"

Again the cornered animal expression. "Well . . . all that sex talk . . . has made me hard!"

I laughed, he smiled sheepishly.

"One more question, OK?"

"OK."

"Have you ever had a better blow job?"

Smiling sheepishly, he admitted, "Never . . . " then added, "It was awesome."

Moving from my chair to the bed, beside him, I said, "I'm going to hug you."

No answer is acquiescence. He didn't answer. I wrapped my arms about him and hugged him.

"Humpf," Rick uttered. Then I felt a tentative hug from him. Knowing that his neck was ultra sensitive, I nibbled over its surface, licked it and sucked it lightly.

He gasped, "Ahhhh!"

Running my hand down his chest and over his belly, I approached his crotch. He made no move. Then I gently cupped his crotch, his bulge. It was hot, it was pulsing and indeed his cock was rampant.

Pulling back, I looked into his eyes and admitted, "Rick, I want to suck you off again."

Returning my gaze, Rick made no reply. Quietly and quickly, I pulled his sweater and T-shirt off, laid him back on my bed, undid his belt and zipped down his jeans. I then slipped off his shoes and sox and started to pull off his jeans. I was a bit surprised as he lifted his hips off the bed to facilitate my stripping him. He lay there, passive, his briefs obscenely tented and drawn out of shape, looking at me. Reverentially, I grasped the waist band of his briefs, lifted it over his rampant, upstanding cock and as he again lifted his hips, I peeled it down his legs and off. There before me lay Rick's nude body, compliant, waiting.

Quickly I stripped, lay down beside him, took him into my arms and kissed his open mouth, tenderly. Then and only then, Rick's arms came to life and he encircled my torso. His mouth sought my mouth. His tongue sought my tongue and we kissed long and passionately. I licked his neck and tongued his ear.

"Ahhhh!" he groaned. Then, in tandem, he licked my neck. That made my cock twitch.

Moving down and sitting beside him I moved from one nipple to his dark, hairy pit and then to the other nipple, licking, kissing, sucking.

"Ahhhh!" he gasped as his body torqued under my lascivious onslaught.

Rick had the most glorious areolas as large as a half dollar with prominent nipples that stood out when sensitized. Lightly I grasped them with my teeth.

"Ahhhh!"

My hand proceeded my lips to his turgid, thick cock. My long fingers barely reached around its width. I couldn't wait! I moved my lips to the bulbous cock head, licked its firm surface, even tongued the dark mole on the side of his cock near his nush before swallowing his whole cock.

"Ahhhh!"

Suddenly I felt my upstanding, hard cock being grasped in his hand. He moved it downward exposing by glistening knob, and then moved back up, squeezing my shaft convulsively.

"Mmmm," I moaned with delight.

As I began to bob up and down his thick cock, Rick moved his hand up and down my velvety shaft, keeping pace with my cock pounding mouth. As i speeded up, so did his hand. Soon I felt Rick's muscles stiffen, his back arched and his hand went into overdrive. He was quickly approaching that primordial release we all longed for.

He released my cock, grabbed the pillow and bellowed into it, stifling the sound.

"ARRGGGHHHH!" and I felt his cock spasm and jet after jet of his lustral fluid filled my mouth. He arched his hips off the bed, gasped and fell back limply, panting.

Slowly I relinquished his softening cock and grasped my own. I was near release and his jacking me demanded completion. Swiftly my hand moved up and down my eroticized rod `til I came. My pearly cum shot high into the air and fell on my thigh and chest.

"Geese," Rick exclaimed in wonder upon witnessing my powerful ejaculation. Tenderly he ran his finger through the remaining pearl of cum at my cock slit.

"Well? I asked rhetorically.

"Amazing . . . amazing."

My second blow job was more sensational than the first. The whole situation was incredible. And, Al's ejaculation looked like Old Faithful. Never had I witnessed such a release in my limited experience, not only by its force, but its amount as well.

Slowly I got up and dressed as Al quietly wiped the cum from his chest, legs and now dangling cock. Then he too dressed, slipping into a pair of gym shorts and a T-shirt. The shorts did little to hide the size and shape of his detumescent dick.

I must admit he had a spectacular cock. Even though the skin of his body can be described as the color of dark honey, his cock's skin was considerably darker and his ball sac was near black in color. The only relief was the pinkish-purple, gleaming, encased cock head.

I went to my room and lay on my bed. Rick was not there. In the afterglow of the stupendous orgasm, I pondered my situation.

This time, I was not surprised at what had transpired--that is, Al sucking my cock. But I was a bit concerned at my passive complicity, my acquiescence. And, my statement, Well . . . all that sex talk . . . has made me hard!' was tantamount to an open invitation. I had been sucked by one or two of my dates since high school. The they didn't compare. Maybe the adage that only a man knows how to suck properly' is true! Anyway, I was in a quandary and promised to myself not to get in this luxurious situation again.

I didn't take supper, but, instead, took a long leisurely shower and climbed into bed. Later, Rick came home, out of deference to me turned on his desk lamp and got ready for bed. I was still awake and surreptitiously watched him as he stripped.

"He sure has a great body," I commented to myself. When he stripped off his boxers, I was treated to an unobstructed view in that half light of his opulent uncut cock and prodigious ball sac.

"Damn!" I again commented to myself, "He sure is hung!"

I squirmed as I realize that the sight of crotch treasure caused my own cock to swell.

He got into bed, across from me, displaying his fine ass as he slipped into bed, reached over and switched off his desk lamp. Rick slept nude.

The moonlight seeping through the window silhouetted his tented sheet and I could see that he started to play with himself. After a minute or so, I could hear his forearm slapping against his lower belly as he jacked off.

"Are you jackin off again?" I snorted.

"Go fuck yourself!" and he continued to beat his meat until I heard him gasp . . . then silence.

Even after that fantastic orgasm earlier, and Rick's jacking off barely three feet from me, my cock own cock became excruciatingly hard. I turned over, trapping my errant dick between my belly and the mattress. Soon I fell asleep.

That weekend Rick went home for a couple of days. It was his parent's wedding anniversary, their twenty-fifth.

I was finishing up some homework when there was a knock on my door. Even though I didn't have a stitch of clothes on, I automatically said. "Come on in."

It was Al, having come from the shower, he had wrapped a towel bout his slim waist. Saturday night was always open house in the dorm--that is from 6:00 til 9:30 pm. So we were admonished not to traipse around the hall in our all-together. I was safe `cause I was in my room.

Al closed the door and asked. "You going to supper tonight?"

"Yeah," I answered, and added, "Gimme a half hour to finish."

"Sure."

Walking over to where I was sitting at my desk, he brushed his bulge against my arm. "What you working on?"

"Calculus," I answered as he continued to rub up against me.

It didn't take much from Al to get me aroused after our previous couplings. My cock began to swell and lurch upward.

"Why don't you take a wee break?" he purred as he reached down and fondled my burgeoning cock.

"Damn!"

"Looks like this love rod needs some attention now."

I leaned back and let him have at my cock. Suddenly he kneeled beside me and moved to take my hardened dick into his mouth.

"Not here!" I gasped. "I don't know for sure when Rick's coming back," I lied. That was partially true, but Rick's and my room was sorta sacrosanct to me.

"OK. Lets go to my room."

"OK."

I got up, put on a pair of jogging pants an a polo shirt. I pulled the shirt as far down as I could to mask my rampant cock.

As we hastily crossed the hall to Al's room, I thought, "So much for my promise!"

Al quickly locked his door and dropped his towel as I shed my clothes. I had advanced to that step--that is, stripping myself. Al walked up to me, enfolded me in his arms and planted his luscious, full lips on mine. I loved the feel of his tomgue snaking into my mouth. Our tongues dueled in that ertoic contest. Our modies melded and mine jerked with passion.

Moving to his bed, Al recreated his initial endeavors of the last time we connected. He moved from one of my nipples to my pit and then to the other nipple, licking, kissing, sucking `til I was groaning and squirming. He licked down my chest, past my navel and approached my bush. At that juncture he spun adound and took my trembling, engorged prick. His movement brought his cock even with my face and I reached out and grasped it. As he began to suck my cock, I played with his, gently pushing back his ample foreskin with one hand I felt his burnished, swollen cock head with my other, Then I slipped his satiny, loose cock hood over ny clasping thumb and fore finger.

Al pulled off my cock, turned his head and watched me in my sensual exploration.

"Suck it," he whispered.

I had never in my life had any desire to take a guy's cock into my mouth. But this situation was different. I was eroticized beyond belief. I lowered his foreskin, exposing that pinkish-purple wonder, opened my mouth, tentatively licked its silken surface and then slid my lips over thet helmet, just pase the flaring corona.

I had Al's cock in my mouth!

"Ahhh!" he gasped. "Yes!" Then he again swallowed my smollen, pulsing cock.

That action propelled me down the half-length of that wondrous instrument. Slowly I began to move my head back and forth over Al's mahogany rod.

I was sucking a cock! I was sucking Al's cock! I began to receive a strange sensual pleasure from that activity, as we both connected to the same rhythmic motion. Al would swallow all my cock. burying his node in my tightening balls. I tried to take all of Al's prodigious length, but felt my gag reflex kicking in. I couldn't take it all, but I easily could minister to half its length. Al cupped my ass and pulled me as deep in his mouth as my cock would allow--all the way.

We were both were moaning and gasping in delight and luscious enthusiasm. I could feel myself ascending to that cosmic sphere of ultimate relaease, and I sucked harder and faster. The feel of his satiny cock skin slipping back and forth over my enfolding lips was too delectable to describe. Suddenly, I was being shot into deep space. I opened my mouth to voice my release, and as I did, my mouth was filled with repeated bursts of cum from his cock.

"Aarrgghh," I gurgled as Al moaned so loud that it shook my frame.

I didn't know what to do with his cum, so I swallowed his whole load. I could feel his throat muscles ripple as he swallowed mine.

Wiping the residue of his cum from my lips, I groaned, "Oh! My Gawd!"

Al swung around, enfolded me in his arms and kissed me deeply. There in out mouths the residual cum mixed and we swallowed that mixture.

Al raised his head, looked deeply into my eyes, "That was spectacular," and added. "Thanks."

Rather than getting up, quickly dressing and leaving as I had done the other two times, I luxuriated in his embrace and we both drifted, peacefully into a sated slumber.

I was the first to drift back to wakefulness. I looked at Al's peaceful face and lightly kissed those luscious, full lips, those lips that had just given me such pleasure. His eyes fluttered open and the most glorious smile spread across his face.

"How are you?" he asked.

"I'm OK! But, I really can't understand my actions this past week or so." Then, with a smile, I stated, "You must be some kind of incubus!

He laughed, "Didn't know incubuses or incubi were black!"

"Well, mine is!"

Rick's light kiss brought me out of my satisfied sleep.

"How are you?"

"I'm OK!" he answered.

I pushed up on my elbow and looked down into his peaceful face.

"Are you OK with what just happened?"

"Yeah. I'm beginning to really like it when you suck me off."

"That's not what I meant!"

He knew what what I meant.

"Yeah," Rick simply answered.

"Yeah, what," I pushed.

"Yeah, I'm OK with what I did," he evaded the issue.

"And what did you do?"

Ricks eyes narrowed, he flushed slightly , but he answered, "I sucked your cock."

"And, did you enjoy it?" I pushed again.

"Can't say I did, can't say I didn't."

I think we was being evasive. I really believe he enjoyed my hard cock in his mouth. I really believe he enjoyed sucking me.

From that point on, Rick and Al connected three or four times a month. Always, they coupled in Al's room. Al didn't mind. He even didn't mind the the interim times. Wen they did couple, Rick seemed more passionate and sexually assertive than the time before.

After that third connection, I came to enjoy those times I was with Al and he sucked my cock. And, later I even came to look forward to those times together when I had his long cock in my mouth. I finally came to the conclusion that I enjoyed sucking cock.

This conclusion was reinforced at the end of the semester. I was preparing for my examinations and I needed a place where I could study in peace, un molested. Normally, I would study in my room, but with Dick often there and the possibility Al would intrude with his lascivious incursions, I found a secluded spot in the basement of the main library.

While studying there, late one afternoon, I had to make use of the john. When I entered, one guy was at the urinal. I made a bee line for one of the two stalls. I lowered my pants and briefs to my ankles--I am one of those who does that--and proceeded with my business. I happened to notice that there was a hole, nearly two-and-a-half inches in diameter. "How convenient I thought. I turned to and studied the book I had brought with me. No time was wasted! Finishing my business, I flushed the toilet but did not immediately leave as I had come across an important passage. As I was rereading it, someone entered the john and went into the stall beside me. I paid no attention at first. But when there seemed to be a dearth of normal activity in that cubicle, my interest was aroused. Being at an angle, I glanced towards the hole and saw a pair of bare legs. The guy, like me was seated. But then I noticed that the legs were being affected by some rhythmic beat. I leaned forward a bit more and saw the guy's hands moving up and down his hard cock. He was jacking off. Well, that sent my over studied mind into action.

I sat back and reached for my dangling cock and started to fondle it. Soon I was mimicking my neighbor, brazenly masturbating in the cubicle in the basement of the main library. Then the guy stood up. Not wanting to be caught in flagrante delicto, I bent forward and dropped my hard cock. Amazingly, I saw that the guy had turned towards my side of his stall and proceeded to jack off. I couldn't help but notice that he had a substantial member. Then he stepped close to the hole. I still did nothing. He brought his florid cock head up to the hole. Still I did nothing. Finally he shoved his cock through the hole into my space. I was somewhat shocked. But, I quickly observed a near perfect, erect cock! It was a smooth, witha a straight throbbing shaft and a flushed, flared, gorgeous cock head sticking straight at me.

"Damn!" I said to myself. Then subconsciously I reached for it and wrapped my fingers about the shaft. My action made that thing, that luscious instrument of pleasure jerk. Subconsciously my mouth watered. Without thinking, I bent over and started to suck it. It had been several weeks since I had been treated to Al's mahogany member.

I heard a gasp issuing from the other side of the partition. It felt wondrous in my mouth. I started to bob faster and faster on that anonymous cock. The guy pushed in as far as he could and I saw his hands grip the top of the partition and white and gold tennis shoes sticking out of black jeans at the bottom. I started sucking with abandon and delight. Suddenly I felt the guy stiffen, his already substantial cock swell even bigger, then a low groan issued from his throat and my mouth was flooded with his cum. Immediately he pulled back. I saw his briefs and black jeans raised and quickly he exited the stall and the john.

"Damn!" I said to myself, "That was stupid!" But I had to admit that it was strangely erotic.

I stood up, spat that anonymous cum load into the toilet and flushed it. I rearranged my clothes in an orderly manner, went to the sink, rinsed out my mouth and went back to the table I was occupying.

I tried to erase that scene from my mind, but could not. Further studying was no use. So gathering my books and took the elevator to the main floor. As I walked out of the library I noticed a couple of guys standing near the door chatting, amiably. One of them was Jeff Aaronson, big man on campus, president of the student council and the fiance of the homecoming queen. I was stunned! Jeff Aaronson was wearing white and gold tennis shoes and black jeans!

In the future, I shunned the john in the basement of the main library after that.

Rick entered the room carrying his books.

"Hi," I greeted him.

"Hi," he answered and laid his books on his desk.

"What's up? You looked distracted as shit," I commented.

"Nothing, really . . . just studying too much I guess."

Rick stripped, threw his clothes into his laundry hamper, grabbed his towel, flung it over his shoulder.

"Gonna take a shower," he announced and left the room.

Rick usually was bare assed naked in the room, so his costume as he went to the shower was no big thing. Me? I usually strip down to my briefs. It's not that I'm overly modest, but from time to time I get a spontaneous erection. Once I did when Rick was in the room.

"What you trolling for?" he had asked with a snicker.

"Not you, that's for fuckin sure," came my quick answer.

"Too bad!"

Since that time, I usually leave my briefs on except when I sleep.

Rick and I have been good friends since we first roomed together as freshmen. We are pretty up front with each other and compatible. The exception is when I jack off in bed, particularly after a stressful day or a difficult practice. I tend not to be too circumspect in that activity. A month or so ago I came to the room. Rick was sleeping, or so I thought. I stripped, jumped into bed and began to beat my meat.

"Are you jackin off again?" Rick snorted.

"Go fuck yourself!" I shot back and continued to flog my dog `til I shot my load.

Fifteen minutes later, Rick entered our room.

"That felt good!" he commented and hung up his towel.

"Damn!" I stated with a grin, "You'be been in ther fuckin long enough to jack off twice!"

"Hah!" he shot back, "I don't cum as quick as you. This was a oner!" he stated and crawled into bed.

"You tired?" I asked.

"Why?"

"Can we talk a little?"

"Sure," he said and turned in his bed towards me.

"Well," I started, "Don't know quite how to say this . . . but . . . do you think Al has been acting kinda funny this semester?"

"Not particularly . . . like how do you mean?"

"Well, I seem to think he has . . . been looking . . . at my . . . family jewels in the fuckin shower!"

"Damn! Everybody looks at you in the shower! Bet you have to beat your team mates off in the shower after pracrice. You're such a stud . . . and, besides most everybody, certainly . . . every guy . . . is envious of your . . . package! Even I am," he chuckled.

"Fuckin shit!"

I turned off my desk lamp, stripped and quickly hopped into bed. Another spontaneous erection!

"And, don't say a fuckin thing! I'm gonna beat my meat a while."

"Ah! Another meaningless, unfulfilling quicky!"

"Fuck you," and I began to jack off.

Rick sighed, turned over as was soon asleep.

As Dick began to pound his pud, images of that anonymous cock sticking through that hole flitted across my mind's eye. Suddenly, they were replaced by an image of Dick's opulent, sterling cock, hard and firm. I sighed and fell asleep.

The issue between Al and Rick subsided as Rick began to noticed that Al wasn't the only one furtively scoping out his package. Interestingly enough, when he bacame aware of the glances, the crotch centered glances, he began to get an erection and the spontaaneous erections decreased. The solution to that problem in the dorm was to shower late and since football season was over he didn't have to worry about the shower after practice.

Last night, the lights went out in the dorm. I had just finished showering when it happened and was stepping out of the showers when I ran smack dab into someone.

"Sorry," I apologized.

A guttural grunt, "Mmmm." was returned.

But that was not all! Whoever ran into me took the opportunity to cup my bare basket! Surprised, I stepped back.

"Musta been inadvertant," I thought, then added, "Damn!" As I sprang an instant boner.

But it wasn't inadvertant the second time as I felt warm fingers encircle my rock hard shaft and squeeze.

Forcefully I flung the hand with the fondling fingers away and said, out loud, "Damn!"

Feeling my way cautiously down the hall to our room, I entered and called Rick's name. No answer he must not be here. My hard on persisted, mainly due to relict feeling of those fingers wrapped around my dick. The suddenness of the grope caused my energetic reaction, but the effect of that hand lingered in a strangely delicious afterglow.

I took matters into my own hands and started to beat my meat in the middle of our room. Then the lights suddenly came on and Rick, just as suddenly came into the room, stopped dead in his tracks, stared at me and smiled.

"Well, if I knew there was going to be a party, I would have dressed more approately!" he said with a chuckle.

Quickly I turned my back on him, bent over retrieved my towel from the floor.

Rick has a wicked sense of humor and said, refering to my bending over, "Is that an invitation?"

Normally, I would have had a quick parry, but the events of the past few minutes had taken my whole being completely off guard. I uncharacteristically wrapped my towel about me, uncharacteristic for being in our room, and noticed that my once hard, unfulfilled cock was rapidly deflating. That was a first!

Turning back to Rick, I noticed that he was just wearing jeans, no T-shirt.

In a flimsy attempt to expiate my action, "Do you know what happened?"

"No. What?"

"When the lights went out . . . somebody fuckin groped me in the john!"

"Lucky guy! Did you grope him back?"

"I'm not kidding! And, not once, but twice!"

"Guess the second time he wanted to make sure that what he was feeling was real" he laughed.

"People just don't go around groping other guys."

"Some do, if it's all hanging out . . ." then he added in mock seriousness, "Hey man, you lost your boner! You must not be feeling well!"

"Fuck off!" I spat out.

That night I lay on my bed thinking about the incident. It shouldn't have bothered me so much, except I could still remember that delicious sensation as he felt me up.

As I looked at the ceiling, I became aware of a quiet furtive sound, and I thought I saw Ricks sheet moving up and down. Since Rick came in, my prick was behaving itself . . . for once.

I walked into our room just as the lights went back on from some sort of blackout.

WOW!

There was Rick standing in the middle of the room jacking off with real conviction. It was an amazing sight. That gorgeous hunk, feet spread apart, back arched and his magnificent cock unfurled in all its rampant glory, sticking out, adamantine, his hand racing up and down its length. The light overhead caught every nuance of his muscular frame and that prodigious pud pounding. It gave me more than a twinge in my crotch! The twinge grew to a tickle then a torrent as my cock grew hard. Luckily I had on a tight pair of jeans, I was contained, uncomfortable, but contained.

"Well, if I knew there was going to be a party, I would have dressed more approately!" I chuckled.

Quickly he turned his back to me, bent over, retrieved his towel. His muscular ass winked.

"Is that an invitation?"

He stood bolt upright and wrapped his towel 'bout his waist.

Haltingly Dick tried to explain what had happened. I tried to make as light of it as I could. I had been in the toilet dumping when the lights went out. I guess it was as safe a place as any. Dick dropped his towel and slipped into bed, turning his back to me. After turning off the lights, I too stripped . . . wanted to hid my raging erection, crawled into bed and subdued my hard on in the best way I knew.

The next morning while brushing my teeth and shaving, Al walked in and took the sink beside me. We were the only two there.

"Morning."

"Morning," I replied. Were you in the dorm when the lights went out last night?"

"No, believe it or not, I was with a study group." Spitting out his foamy toothpaste Al asked, with a wink, "Anything intresting happen?"

"Not really, except Dick got groped here as he was coming out of the shower."

"Just groped?" Al commented with a smile. "Damn! if it was me, I'd do a lot more that grope his cock!"

"Bet you would!" I said laughing as I left, but not before cupping and squeezing a nice handful of muscular Al-buns.

"I'll give you a half hour to stop that!" followed me as I left the bathroom.

That last semester, of the 1991-1992 academic year, before graduation saw the three twenty-two year olds hitting the books hard. They had comprehensives to take in their major areas as well as final exams. Luckily for all three their last semester's class load was light.

Each of them looked back over this last year. In many ways a pivotal year for all of them, individually.

"Well, I made it!" Dick thought. "Made the Dean's list three times in four years. No bad for a kid from Brookings and a jock to boot! Got accepted in the Department of Sociology for my masters and with an assistantship too. Guess I will have to clean up my vocabulary now. I'll be the first in my family to go for their master's. Yeah, and I was probablly the first to get groped too!"

Rick's thoughts ran along the same line. "Mmmm! Good year! Made the Dean's list both semesters. Got my first blow job! And, yeah, sucked my first cock too. Can't forget my first job! And, damned good salary."

"What now?" Al thought. "Guess I'll go for my Master's. Wonder if I will still keep contact with Rick. Hope I didn't fuck up my friendship with him."

The three broke up for a time. But, they would eventually reunite from tme to time.