Why?

WHY?

by

D. V. Zomba

Copyright 2004

Contents

I. Prologue II. A Beginning, Of Sorts III. A Revelation IV. An Almost Commitment V. An Unveiling VI. A Battle VII. Epilogue

How does one start? How does one start to explain how a single event can color one's life? I guess at the beginning!

I'm not even sure where the beginning is!

I was born and raised in a small farming community in central Minnesota--Everton. I was the second of three children with an older brother and a younger sister.

Dad was the proprietor of the local grocery store which provided us with enough. He frequently worked late hours and often came home exhausted. Our home was comfortable, although not lavish at all and we were able to take yearly vacations to family style locales!

Mom was a homemaker and did a bit of volunteer work at the local hospital. Of the whole family, she was the clubby one--P.T.A., Ladies' Aid, Red Cross, etc. Now, as I look back, I realize she probably immersed herself in her clubs to keep her mind occupied.

Jim, my brother had graduated from the local high school and was a sophomore at the university! He was bright and tended to excel. He wanted to go into law. Knowing him he would sail through with flying colors and pass the Bar Exam the first time!

Me? Brad Pedersen? During my senior year, I developed an interest in psychology. Guess it must have been because I had taken the only psychology course at the high school at the end of my junior year and fell in love with the teacher--Ms. Johnson. Yeah. She was married--but that didn't matter! There was something about her--and we really hit it off!

Mary, my younger sister didn't have any interests at the time that I, or anyone knew about! But, she, too, was a good student.

Actually we were an average family in every way! Relatively happy, relatively content and relatively normal--for a family from a small farming community in central Minnesota!

Then it happened!

I had not achieved my full growth and was inwardly somewhat concerned. So I decided in my Junior year to join the swim team at school. It would give me the exercise my young body craved, and, I thought, it might add some extra bulk to my slender frame! The former was achieved, the latter, alas did not give me what I had hoped for! Still, I practiced religiously and gained a small amount of success.

The team was made up of sophomores, juniors and seniors. I got along with most of them except Dane Reynolds! He bugged me! He was arrogant, show-offish and seemed to delight picking on me! Mostly, I ignored him.

It was the last Friday in September of my Senior year, and I had stayed in the pool doing additional laps after all the rest had left. I loved doing laps. Finally, exhausted, I drug myself from the pool, went to the locker room, stripped off my Speedo and luxuriated under a long, leisurely, hot shower. I had been in the showers about two minutes when Dane entered. I was a bit surprised. I thought that I was the last person there.

"Hey," he greeted me.

"Hey," I answered.

He took the shower next to me and adjusted the temp. I turned away from him and let the water flow over my aching body.

"Why, did he have to take that one?" I thought. There were plenty of other shower heads in there.

"Hey, Brad, how about a little nookie? he asked with a sneer. That had been his usual taunt over the last year.

I ignored him, as usual, continuing to let the hot waster flow over my body. Then I felt his hand cup my ass!

"Hey! Fuck off!" I spat out, wheeling to confront him.

Dane was a full two inches taller than me and outweighed me by at least twenty pounds. The truth be known, he was one of the most developed seniors at the high school--the envy of most of the other guys and the object of most of the girls' attention. Both of which Dane realized and revealed in. So if it ever came to a showdown--there was no question who would win. I knew that, so generally, I tried to avoid Dane or, at best, ignore him.

He just stood there, playing with himself and grinned! I couldn't help see, peripherally, that his cock was half hard. This wasn't the first time--frequently he would make himself hard in the showers to the consternation of me and a couple of other guys--the rest just snickered and made lewd remarks. Once he and three others decided to have a J.O. contest to see who could cum first! I and a couple of other non participants just stood there transfixed and watched. Then the coach appeared . . . !

"All right guys! CUT IT OUT and get outta here." he coach didn't seem mad or even surprised. Guess it happens from time to time. Anyway I quickly left, but not before noticing that the four boners were already limp!

I turned away from Dane, soaped a final time and started to rinse myself off!

Suddenly, he grabbed my wrists and pulled them up to the middle of my back in a painful, double, hammer lock! Pushed me against the tiled wall. I could feel his whole weight pressed against my back. My face banged the tiles with enough force to cause my nose to start to bleed.

"What you doin," I gasped.

His voice rasped in my ear, "I want some nookie!"

Unerringly I felt his erection probing my ass crack!

"Stop it!" I yelled!

He jammed my arms farther up! The pain was excruciating as he rasped, "Shut up or I'll break them off!" I gulped, and swallowed another scream!

As if it had its own guidance system, his cock-head sought out and pushed against my tightly clenched hole! I squeezed it tight for all I was worth.

Dane forcefully flexed his hips forward and his considerable cock-head popped past my sphincter and he plunged nearly all the way in.

I gasped! Never had I ever experienced such gut wrenching pain! I sobbed. He jammed his cock in further! I thought I would die! The pain was searing , constant and all consuming. He began to fuck my ass with force and speed. All I could do was whimper, as I was slammed again and again against the tiled wall. My body's mechanisms had clicked in and the pain was miraculously deadened! But, not the fact that I was being raped! My brained screamed in anger and outrage!

It seemed like hours, but the truth was, the violation was less than two minutes before Dane grunted and forced his cock up my ass one last time--then withdrew it and returned to his shower.

My arms fell to my side as I leaned against the tiled wall. I was trying to collect myself. I heard his shower cease and he padded from the room. Slowly I backed under my shower. Pain still wracked my body. I could see pinkish water flowing into the drain from my nose, and, I assumed, my rent ass!

Carefully, gingerly I slid my fingers between my ass cheeks and probed. Sharp pain--the pain of a fresh cut or tear was encountered. I stood there and let the water cleanse me. willing the water to wash away any traces of what had just happened. I stood there for long minutes 'til most of the pain subsided. Then I cautiously dried myself, dressed and walked, haltingly home.

When I got home, I quickly went to the bathroom, dropped my pants and briefs. There was a small amount of blood on the seat of my briefs. Quietly, I reached for the first aid ointment anointed my sore orifice, placed a gauze pad over it, took off my soiled briefs, pulled up my jeans and went to my room. There, I wrapped my briefs in newspaper. I later threw that bundle into the incinerator. Put on some clean underpants and laid on my bed.

Didn't eat supper that night. Told Mom I had an upset stomach. Didn't go to church with the family on Sunday. Told the folks I still didn't feel good. Didn't return to the swim team either. Told my parents that it was interfering with my studies. Told the coach the same thing when he saw me in school the following Thursday! Didn't chat with Terry and Duane, my best friends, for a whole week. Didn't do anything except go to my classes, go home and study and took my meals.

Finally, a week after my profanation, my Mom finally could take no more and blurted out, "Brad! what is the matter?"

"Nothin, Mom." I sure as hell couldn't tell her.

Later that night, heard my folks quietly discussing me. Dad said, "Guess it's the puberty thing!"

Slowly, I returned to some degree of normalcy!

Oh! I also remember--it was over a week after the incident--when Dane came up to me in the hall and said, "Hi, Brad." He was all smiles and friendly--the ever popular Dane!

I glared at him and spat out, "You talk to me or touch me again and I'll kill you!" It just came out! And, God, knows, if he had slugged me . . . ? He could have really decked me right then and there!

Guess I must have appeared like some avenging angel or some ogre. His eyes widened, he mouth dropped open and he blanched white. Looked like he was about to say something, but, thought better of it. He turned and walked away.

He never said another word to me for the rest of the year! Chapter II A Beginning, of Sorts

I entered Belston College the fall after graduation. By that time I had grown another three inches and put on about twenty pounds. I was pleased.

"The Pedersens are late bloomers," Mom said when I had once commented on my growth spurt.

Then after the "late bloomer" remark, Mom had said that she noticed that I had become quieter. Think she said, "Brad, you seem . . . so much more . . . quiet, more . . . mature!"

I smiled and hugged her. She had a way of saying the right things at the right time.

I had decided on Belston as it was not big and tucked away in a smallish city west of the Twin Cities. Jim had tried to talk me into going to the U. of M., but it was too big for me--too many people! I had discovered that I really wasn't into large crowds or big cities--although it was fun to visit them--from time-to-time.

The truth was, I had matured, I had changed as most people do. The difference was the catalyst of that change. Belston was for me.

I stayed in Jensen Hall, one of the three boy's dorms, and Ty Franklin from Mobile was my room mate. He was a year ahead of me. It was fortuitous for many reasons. Everton didn't have any Black citizens. Ty was the first black I had ever known. My folks had raised us to be tolerant and accepting of people of different faiths and ethnic groups. Bigotry was not acceptable in my family. Still, I must admit, Ty took some getting used to! Ty was as gregarious as I was retiring, I guess. In that sense, he was good for me!

"Come on, man! Too much studying will warp ur---you-know-what!" he'd say, trying to get me to go to a party or some athletic event. Soon, I had slipped out of the miasma I had inadvertently fallen into and began to partake of the social life of Belston--such-as-it-was!

Gregarious and vociferous, he would burst into the room complaining, loudly, "It's colder than a witch's tit outside!" Or, "Damn! I gotta piss so bad I can taste it!" Or, one time I was sitting in the lounge deep in thought when he came in and saw my serious face and exploded, "Damn! What happened? Ur pecker fall off?"

Ty was one of those persons you couldn't help but like. He had been an instant success at Belston.

As he was expansive, he also had a serious side as well. I remember, one time, he had fallen into a dark moody period. His usual joie de vivre wad been displaced.

"What's the matter, Ty?" I had asked with some concern.

He glanced up at me and stated simply, "Just got word my uncle passed away."

"I'm really sorry. Were you close?"

"Not really . . . Actually, I couldn't stand him . . . . Said some pretty awful things to him last year. . . . Now, I wish I hadn't!"

"Those things happen," was all I could say!

"Yeah," came his only reply.

I decided to let things drop. Thought he needed to deal with the problem in his own way. Really didn't want to pry!

That night he came into the room around 9:00, almost surreptitiously. He was carrying a brown paper bag! I raised my eyebrow questioningly. He locked the door conspiratorially and opened the bag. Two six packs!

"Damn!" I said, "Where did you get those?"

"Never look a gift horse in the mouth," he didn't explain with a wink.

Minnesota's legal age is 21. I was 19, Ty was 20, and beer, or any alcohol was verboten to us! Belston would have looked on the situation with a decided jaundiced eye.

Neither of us were unfamiliar with alcohol! Anyway the six packs were a welcome surprise.

Two hours and four beers later, I was gettin a buzz! We were talking about nothing and everything. Ty, I later found out, when he got high was less boisterous and giggled a lot.

Ty was decidedly masculine in looks and demeanour. Six-foot-two and one-hundred-ninety pounds of well distributed muscle. Other than his head, moustache, arm pits and crotch, he was essentially hairless. Still that seemed to add to his masculine bearing rather than detract from it. And, he was amply endowed! That was a fact that all in the dorm were aware of as he usually ambled to the shower completely nude, with his towel flung over his shoulder. During those occasions there were often friendly, if not envious, jibes to be heard. Such as: "Here comes the hose!" Or, "Look out the black stallion is loose!" Or, "Don't trip on it, Ty!" He would merely continue as if nothing was said! And, he was quite handsome, I thought.

There were only three black ladies at Belston, none of them seemed to appeal to Ty. Although, they were constantly stalking him. The lucky girl was Karen Svend. They soon became an item. Ty was always a gentlemen when it came to Karen and never once was heard to utter anything that could be considered a boast or sexual innuendo. I appreciated that.

If, after he came in late from a date with her and I asked, "Hot date?" Ty would only smile knowingly!

Anyway that night, as I sat on my bed across from him, I began to laugh!

"What's so funny, man?"

"You're the only black guy I know who GIGGLES when he's had a couple of beers!"

"Shit," he snorted, "I'm the ONLY black guy ya know!"

I couldn't contain my mirth any longer and began to laugh uncontrollably.

"Laugh at me will ya!" he said good naturedly as he bounded across the space between our beds and tried to pin me on my bed. We were locked in a friendly wrestling match that wasn't too terribly physical as we both were laughing too hard. After four or five minutes we ceased our struggle. Ty was on top of me--after all he was bigger and stronger than me. I was aware of our heaving chests--one on the other and soon I became aware of a presence pressing against me. I instinctively knew Ty had an erection. That triggered mine.

My sexual life to that time had not been what anyone would label as extensive. I had dated a couple of girls my senior year and happily indulged in nominal kissing and petting.

But, it wasn't 'til after graduation that I had 'lost my virginity.' That delightful occasion happened with the girl-next-door. Delphine was a couple of years older than me. That was a blessing, because she was obviously well schooled in the sensual realm. Our first time was on a local, deserted beach at night! The experience was explosive in more ways than one.

I was a neophyte, to be sure, but I was also an avid and responsive pupil. Delphine led me, for the rest of the summer, through her extensive repertoire of delights and techniques. We tried every position imaginable and a couple yet to be named! Her mouth was a delight! Her kisses were electric and when she dropped her lips to my cock--the reaction was cosmic!

She wasn't a quiet lover! When I licked, or nibbled or sucked her nipples she'd groan and gasp as though she were about to have an orgasm. She would tell me how much I pleased her--"Oh, I love what you do to my tits, Brad!" Or, "Oh, yes, suck them, Ahhhh!" And when I finally got the courage to lick her clit--she went into orbit! "Oh, fuck! OH, FUCK! YES! DO IT, BRAD!" But she was most vocal when I fucked her hot pussy! Don't let anybody say that a woman doesn't have any conscious control of her vaginal muscles! What she was able to do with her cunt muscles while I fucked her was truly memorable! "Oh, yes, shove your hard cock deeper, Brad!" Or, "Oh, Brad, you make my cunt feel so good." Or, merely: "Yes, YES, YESSS, YESSSSS! FUCK ME!"

There were only two times that I balked. The first time when she tried to finger my hole while we were 69ing. And, the second time when she wanted me to fuck her in the ass! Both, I refused immediately and adamantly! She merely shrugged and went on to different fields of delight!

I think it's safe to say that I almost became addicted to her. There was never any talk of a commitment. "I love you" was never uttered by either of us. I guess we both realized that summer's interlude was just that--a summer's interlude.

Anyway, she had fired up my libido! Not that it was non-existent! The fact was--she lit the fire to an already well stocked furnace.

Ty's obvious bulge was such as it couldn't be ignored--it was considerable. I must admit, at first, the sight of his naked, mahogany body with his pendulous cock and balls caught my undivided attention. But, after a month or two, I guess I had suppressed my interest to a point that it was entirely natural to see him nude. However, I must concede those times when I got up before Ty and saw him lying on his back with an enormous piss-hard--I was awe-struck! I wanted to lift his sheet and observe it! But, I never did!

My experience with Dane had made any consideration of sex with another guy unacceptable. Yet here we were! Here he was on top of me. Here was his raging erection pressing against me

Alcohol induced or not--a fact was a fact--we were aroused! And, another fact was that I was now rock hard too!

We lay there looking into each other's eyes--not uttering a word. Then I could feel his hips flex slightly as he pushed his hard cock against mine. Involuntarily, I reciprocated and pushed up against him. A threshold had been breached and we began a sinuous dance there upon my bed! The breathlessness soon returned--this time not from the exertion of wrestling, but from the passion of our frottage. Ty rolled off of me--our eyes were locked on each other.

Slowly, his face came closer to mine. I realized what was about to happen! I realized that I wanted it to happen. Then, gently, tenderly Ty kissed my lips. I did not pull away nor did I completely return the kiss.

Slowly his hand insinuated itself between our bodies and he grasped my cock. I remember hissing in a lung full of air at that delicious feeling. His hand began to manipulate my hard dick in a most delightful way. With out volition I sought his cock and began to fondle him. I remember being amazed at it's length, girth and warmth!

Still our eyes were locked on each other's. I knew what was happening, I thought I knew the implications, still I pressed on and hoped that Ty would too! Yet, there was a kernel of reticence deep within my primal brain, somewhere. The passion, the sensuality of the moment took command and I moved to kiss Ty.

Gently at first, this kissed grew into a tongue centered, probing dance. Mouth locked upon mouth we kissed deeply, reverently. Deep within both our throats primal groans emerged. We broke, breathless and full of wonder. Still our eyes were locked on each other's.

Not a word was uttered when Ty carefully slipped his hand under the waistband of my running shorts and took hold of my quaking cock!

"Ahhhh!"

Slowly he began to move his supercharged fingers up and down the length of my cock.

"Ahhhh!" again issued from my mouth.

I was beyond conscious thought or logic. I slipped the waist band of his jogging pants down, exposed and grasped his enormous cock!

This time it was his turn!

"Ahhhh!"

For some inexplicable reason all my being was now fixated on that throbbing muscle. Breaking our locked gaze, I focused on that dark , pulsing rod in my hand. Slowly as I moved my hand towards it's base, the puckered foreskin slid back and revealed, by degrees, the purplish-pink, plumb-sized head! Back and forth I watched that glistening head appear and disappear. Simultaneously the nerve endings of my fingers and palm tattooed every undulation, vein and muscle of Ty's cock onto my brains sensual reservoir.

Ty continued to delight in the touch of my hand as well as noting the obvious fascination mirrored in my eyes. I looked back into his eyes and saw that. He smiled, knowingly. Soon he increased the speed of his ministering hand on my cock. The increase of his hand's pumping rhythm was duplicated in mine.

Without preamble, without warning we both uttered a cosmic groan.

"Arghhhhh!"

"Oh, gawd!" I rasped.

"Damn!" came Ty's guttural reply.

Copious amounts of viscous, pearly fluid shot from his cock, arched in the air and fell on his belly. It was a wonder, an absolute wonder!

Simultaneously, the jogging shorts which covered my hand-pumped cock darkened as my cum was forced through the nylon fabric and rolled towards my waistband. Ty withdrew his hand. Threads of my cum hung from his fingers as indeed the last of his ejaculate ran over my fingers too.

We rolled on our backs, exhausted and spent! Resting in the post orgasm glow, we slowly emerged back into the reality of the situation.

Ty was the first to speak. Quietly he said, "I need to shower."

"Me, too," came equally hushed.

Ty stripped and uncharacteristically wrapped his towel about his waist as he headed for the door. I too stripped and characteristically wrapped my towel 'bout my waist and follow two minutes later.

We showered in silence. Each considering what had just transpired. Ty finished first, dried himself and rewrapped the towel 'round his waist and left for the room. Some minutes later I followed.

He was already in bed and covered.

"Want another beer?" he asked half-heartedly.

"Think I've had enough!"

"Me too."

I turned off the lights. We both quickly fell into a contented, although somewhat wondering sleep.

When I woke up, Ty had already taken his shower and was dressing. I didn't know what to expect. I didn't know what to say.

Strangely, Ty acted as if nothing happened. I took his cue and tried to react in the same way.

Still, I was bothered! Last night I did not retreat from the . . . joining . . . the contact. I could have said, "No," but I didn't! I could have made any number of excuses to extricate myself--but I didn't! As a matter of fact when it dawned on me where our actions were headed, I really believed I wanted it. When we kissed, I was at first a bit tentative, taken back frankly. But, then I wanted to kiss him, and I did . . . deeply! It was wonderful! Then, when Ty gasped my cock . . . . I revealed in the feeling. It felt . . . wonderful. I wanted it to continue. When I pulled down his waistband and grasped his cock . . . it was because I wanted to! The feel of his hot, rigid cock was wonderful!

It was a couple of weeks after that beer induced get-together--things had quickly slipped back to normal. That "other night' drifted back into a fog of remembrance. I had been in the library researching a paper that was due at the end of the semester. As I walked in, Ty was laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Hey, man! What's up?" I asked.

"Nothin. . . " There was a dullness to his response.

"What's the matter, TY?" I asked with some concern.

"Ah, Shit!" he exploded, sat up and swung his legs off the bed onto the floor.

"What?"

"Don't know, man. Was just thinkin about my damned uncle again!"

"The one that just died?"

"Yeah."

"Thought you didn't like him? Why all this . . . funk?"

He held his face in his hands, "Just thinkin about him. . . "

"Why?" I was sitting at the edge of my bed across from him.

He raised his head and I could see that his eyes were moist.

"What's the matter, TY?"

He stared at me a long minute, took a deep breath and unloaded.

"When I was just a kid . . . maybe ten . . . Yeah! Ten! He started to do things with me. . . ."

"Things?"

"Yeah . . . THINGS! He started to play with me . . . Ya know . . . with my . . . cock. He started to play with my cock and suck me."

"Damn!"

"Yeah . . . . . Damn! his ass! . . . . Then he started to make me do the same thing with him!"

"You mean . . . play with him?"

"Yeah! And . . . suck him too!" By now tears were streaming down his face--anger and frustration.

"Damn!"

I was stunned at he revelation. "What did you do? Did you tell your folks?"

"No way. What was I to say? . . . . 'Uncle Ray sucks my cock and makes me suck his?'"

"How long did it go on?"

"'Til I was 13. Then he and Aunt Anne moved outta state."

"Damn!" I didn't know what else to say!

"Last year they visited us. I told the fucker that I hated his fuckin guts. Called him a dirty pervert. Called him every name in the book."

"Damn!" there I said it again--I was a bit shocked and added, "What did he say?"

"Nothin! He just cried like a fuckin baby! . . . . Like I am now!" Ty buried his face in his hands and sobs racked his body!

I moved over and sat next to him and put my arm around his shoulder to comfort, to make contact. I said nothing. What could I say? What could I do? I could only remember my violation.

Then, as if to share a similar burden with Ty, I quietly related my brief episode.

I had never mentioned that incident to anyone! Not even to my closest high school buddy. Not even to my parents. Not even to my minister. I was too ashamed. Yet when Ty unburdened himself, my revelation to him came so much easier. And, strange . . . I felt somewhat relieved after I had unburdened.

"I'da killed him," he said.

"I wanted to!"

Nothing more was said. We had crossed a line that both of us had, heretofore, thought inviolable.

Again tears streamed down Ty's face. We rocked each other. We sat there long minutes as the agony, the shame dissipated, somewhat.

"Thanks, man!"

"For what?" I asked.

"For listening . . . for . . . sharing."

I felt the tears well up in my eyes. Now it was my turn, I guess. They streamed down my face.

Ty turned to me--seeing my tears, quietly kissed me and hugged me. The kiss had no erotic implication--just an action of concern and affection--nothing more. It was what I needed--what we both needed. Soon our spirits were quiet.

I stood up and began to get ready for bed. Ty did the same. Neither of us spoke, but our minds raced to readjust.

Unlike Ty, I usually slept in a pair of boxers. I put them on and quietly slipped under the covers. Laying there I gazed at the ceiling as Ty stripped and turned off the light.

Suddenly, I felt him sitting on the edge of my bed. Again, "Thanks, man!" he repeated and he leaned over and kissed me lightly as before.

As he began to draw away I reached up, grasped him and drew him to me again and kissed him open-mouthed. Why? I really don't know. It was nothing I had planned! I just did it. My kiss was probing, demanding and wet. He responded in like manner.

A deep groan escaped from Ty's throat as he submitted to my kiss. My hands moved over his bare back.

I had seen Ty innumerable times nude, as you can imagine. I had viewed the vast expanse of his broad chest and back, and, I guess, marvelled at the muscled smoothness of it. I really can't say that I had any desire to touch it. But, now, to the touch . . . his skin was incredibly smooth, silky, almost like a fine velvet. Soft, but at he same time sinuously muscled, I ran my hands over the contours of his back, feeling every contour and cataloguing my sensual explorations. Down to his waist and onto his flexed thigh my hand roamed. Then as if it had a mind of its own my hand moved up the unbelievably soft inner thigh until I reached his limp cock! I slowly wrapped my fingers around it. It felt so much different in that state than it did that night of our beer get-together.

Ty groaned again and pulled up. A light smacking was heard sound as our lips parted. In the darkness of our room he tried to focus on my eyes.

Later he would relate that he had only intended to give me a soft, friendly kiss and go to bed. My reaction, the passionate kiss was unexpected, although, not totally undesired. He had said that he wondered, "Why?"

As he looked at me, my fingers continued to fondle his soft, muscled tube. Quickly, it sprang to the hard rigidness that I had felt two weeks back. Supporting himself on one arm, his other hand quickly snaked under my covers and unerringly went for my already hard dick.

"Ahhhh!" I gasped as he grasped it in his warm hand.

I began to move my fingers up and down his pulsing pole, feeling his plum-sized head being sheathed and unsheathed. The sight-relict flashed across my mind's eye.

In an instant, Ty threw my covers off me, torqued his body around, dislodging my hand from his cock. Almost instantly, I experienced the incredible sensation of my hard, unbending cock being encased in his hot, moist mouth!

Again, "Ahhhh!"

He began to move up and down the length of my shaft. The feeling was fantastic. His lips telegraphed a most sensual message to my whole being. His tongue flicked over the surface of my encased cock in ways that can only be described as phenomenal.

I remember the first time Delphine bent over and took my cock into her mouth. Then I gasped in disbelief and indescribable delight.

Sure, I had heard of cock-sucking. Every high school boy knows of it, however abstractly. Most of us had pictured it in our mind--our cock in some unknown mouth. But, the fact is, that until it happens, at least for the first time, no words, no imagining can even closely conjure up the fantastic, wondrous, marvellous feeling that it imparts! I can only describe my feelings at having a hot, moist mouth around my cock as: soaring heavenward. A paltry description, at best!

I remember looking down at Delphine's mouth as it moved, lasciviously up and down my shaft and how my entire body spasmed and jerked in its paroxysm of delight! The sight coupled with the sensation quickly shoved me over the edge. I remember how she pulled of, smiling and asked, "First time?"

I nodded, "Yes," but, as the summer went on--it became many times!

Somehow, Ty's ministrations to my wooden pole was infinitely more pleasurable.

"Oh, gawd," I gasped. I was transfixed by his action. I lay motionless as Ty sucked me.

That hard, sheathed cock that seconds before had been my fixation had instantly disappeared from my mind. Since our beer get-together I had thought, from time to time, about that hard encased muscle. It did not obsess me--but it sure as hell interested me!

As I look back on that night now, I realize that I was in a state of erotic shock. I had never anticipated that my ultra masculine, hunky, macho room mate would be sucking my cock--and willingly! I lay there and luxuriated in the sensations he was bringing forth.

As with Delphine the first time she sucked me, I quickly felt my being rushing towards the edge of release . . . towards that abyss of joy.

"I'm gonna cum," I gasped.

Ty didn't miss a beat. He continued that lascivious suctioning!

"Ahhhh!" I groaned as I arched off the mattress. Then a cosmic explosion!

"GAWD! Arghhhhh!" and I collapsed back onto the mattress.

Ty pulled off with a light, moist pop, torqued around again, laid beside me and enfolded me in his arms. I snuggled up to him. Neither of us spoke. As I look back on that wondrous night now, I guess that nothing could have been said that would have been adequate. We merely clung to each other.

In seconds I had drifted into a deep satisfied sleep.

When I awoke the next morning, Ty was in his bed and sleeping. I sat up, threw off my covers and swung my feet to the floor. I sat there for long minutes and watched my room mate sleep, blanket tented and wondered about the night before.

I had an undeniably need to piss! I stood up, adjusted my boxers and quietly padded down the hall to the john. When I returned, I silently let myself back into the room only to find Ty sitting on the edge of his bed, sleepy!

"Gawd! I needa piss!" That's Ty!

"Mmmm. Know the feeling. Just did myself."

Quickly Ty stood up, grabbed his briefs and vainly tried to mask his piss-hard before trekking off the john.

"Nobody's going to miss that!" I snorted my usual morning remark.

As I have stated, Ty usually walked around nude, even to the showers, but in the morning, he always tried to hide his piss-hard!

After a few minutes he returned, suitably deflated. I was laying on my bed getting used to the waking state. He sat on the edge of his bed.

"Brad?" he said quietly.

"Yeah?"

"About last night . . . about what I did, I mean."

I turned towards him and saw concern on his face.

He fought for the right words. But, not finding any suitable expressions, he forged ahead "I mean . . . my . . . sucking you off!" He fell silent.

I, too, felt it was best not to say anything at the moment.

Then, he blurted out, "Hey, man! I'm not a cock sucker! I mean . . . Damn! Ya know what my uncle made me do!"

I merely nodded quietly, neutrally.

"After all our talk last night . . . . When you kissed me . . . . I don't know . . . I just did it!"

Then he repeated, "Man, I'm not a cock sucker! . . . I've only done it one other time . . . like that . . . like last night!" He fell silent again.

I must say, I had a tinge of curiosity! Wonder who was the other guy? But, this wasn't the time to say anything about my natural inquisitiveness. I was the second one! Guess I should be proud of that fact!

I sat up and faced my troubled room mate.

"Hey, Ty . . . never thought anything like that."

He just sat there looking down at the floor.

"Guess what happened last night was just . . . one of those things. . . . As a matter of fact . . . it was pretty spectacular for me," I admitted smiling.

He glanced up, seeing my smiling, accepting face and sighed, "I just wanted to do it . . . Ya know . . . suck you!"

With that, he clasped his hands behind his head and leaned back against the wall. Our beds were narrow. He leaned back, looking up at nothing. He had removed his briefs, as usual and his legs were parted. My eyes quickly dropped to his substantial cock, softly nestled against his balls. A twinge of something-or-other coursed through my being.

"Ty, can I ask you something?"

His eyes dropped to mine. "Yeah. What?"

"Other than the . . . 'one other time' and me, have you ever done anything else with a guy?"

He stared at me for a second, then slowly answered, "Yeah, guys have sucked me off a few times."

The admission came as a mild surprise.

Then he continued, "Hey man, a good blow job can be pretty rewarding!" He smiled that brilliant smile that I had seen so many times before.

I answered with an equally broad smile, "Yeah. I know."

"Shit!" he replied. Then he suddenly became serious again. "Guess I am Bi. . . . When I make love to a lady . . . it's fantastic . . . special . . . nothin like it! But . . . . from time to time, when the opportunity presents itself . . . a guy sucking my cock is fantastic . . . . Guess it takes a guy to know how to really pleasure another guy!" Then, he added as if for emphasis, "Nothing like makin love to a lady."

Remembering my past summer's sport with Delphine, I answered, "Yeah . . . I know!"

He glanced at me and smiled knowingly. I had mentioned Delphine to Ty a couple of times and how she had opened my eyes to the joys of sex.

Then he was serious again. . . . "Just wanted ya t'know what happened last night is not my usual . . . thing."

"I know," I now admitted. Then, I added, "Don't forget . . . I started it last night . . .kissing you and feeling your cock!"

Ty smiled and arched an eyebrow. "Yeah! That kinda pushed my buttons."

Peripherally, my eyes thought they detected a slight lengthening of his cock. But, I willed myself not to look down there.

Truth be known, as I have said, his cock was of some interest to me. The night of the beer get-together had fuelled--had stoked my interest in his beautiful tool. Maybe it was because Ty was black. Maybe it was because he was uncircumcised as opposed to me! Maybe it was because he was so amply endowed. I'm not small at all--but he was bigger. Maybe it was because . . . Why?

His cock had lengthened! I did look at it! Then I looked back into his eyes.

I began, "Ty, you're a great guy. . . . " I was skirting the issue.

"I appreciate and understand your . . . . concern in light of . . . your uncle." Again, I was skirting the issue.

Ty's expression told me that I was making no sense. I slipped off my bed, knelt between his knees, rested my hands on his thighs, looked into his eyes, and tried to complete a coherent sentence. Ty was taken back by my sudden action. His cock ceased its growth.

"What I mean to say . . . . " What did I mean to say? Then, "Oh! Hell!" exploded from my lips in utter confusion, total frustration and to halt my turmoil I did what I knew I wanted to do! I bent down and sucked his flaccid cock into my mouth.

Ty gasped in surprise and pleasure.

There I was! Giving a guy a blow job. Sucking my first cock! All I remember is that his cock almost instantly grew hard. I remember thinking, "Hope I do this right!"

Apparently I did!

Why?

Within three minutes of bobbing up and down on the prodigious dick, and sucking, and licking, and listening to Ty's groans of pleasure, he gasped, "I'm about ta cum!"

Now sucking was one thing. But, taking a guy's cum in my mouth was something I was not prepared to do at the time.

I pulled my mouth off with a pop and immediately grasped his turgid cock in my hand without missing a beat! Once, twice, three times my hand moved in a fucking-sucking-jacking motion!

"Ahhhh!" followed by:

"Daaaamn!" followed by:

"ARGHHHHH!"

Like at the beer get-together, Ty exploded with unbelievable force as load after load rocketed out of his slit. Some falling on his legs. Some falling on the floor. Some falling on me! He gasped and fell back. I observed the opalescent pools of cum that had splattered here and there.

"Damn!" finally came from his mouth!

Then he sat up and kissed me lightly and whispered, "Thanks!" and added, "I know why ya did that!"

The truth is I did it because I wanted to. Secondarily, I guess I did it to defuse Ty's concern of what I might think about him.

Then, I looked deep into his eyes and said with a half grin, "Hey, man! I'm not a cock sucker!" and added, "This was my first time. . . . "

Ty understood! He just grinned!

"Did I do it right?"

"Oh, YEAH! Just fine," he answered with a grin.

Ty and I coupled from time to time--enjoying each other naturally. But, it was never a regular thing. He and Karen had grown together and he even mentioned the possibility of getting married to her after graduation. I dated and had what might be described as a mild affair with a Belston coed--but nothing came of it other that a number of satisfying couplings.

Ty moved off campus for his senior year. We saw each other often, but never got together the way we did when we were room mates.

Did I miss our erotic couplings?

Yeah, I did. But, I never obsessed. . . just thought from time to that it would be nice to be with him again. That's all!

I continued to date and participated in some pleasurable sex. That's all it was. Sex! I never found a girl at Belston who really interested me--as far as a commitment was concerned.