Date: Mon, 25 Apr 2005 19:12:29 EDT From: ImJeff0882@aol.com Subject: My Roommate Nick, part 9 The following story contains graphic sexual scenes involving adult males. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is mostly true. The names have been changed to protect the innocent. The author (Jeff Hunter) claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. Positive comments are always welcome and you may e-mail them to ImJeff0882@aol.com My Roommate Nick, Part 9 I thought I'd write about Nick's and my ski trip with my uncle and cousins in greater detail, but if I do, this part is going to be too long. We had a great time. When we left, Anthony told me that he thought Nick was a great guy. He said, as has my mother, that he might even like Nick more than he likes me. I smiled and then Anthony kissed and hugged me. He said that he loves me, he always does that. Interestingly, I had a conversation with Anthony one day on the ski lift. We were talking about my being gay and having dated girls. I always thought/wondered if Anthony had sex with a guy, so I asked. I felt butterflies in my stomach as I said, "So, have you ever had sex with a guy?" He looked at me very seriously and then smiled, and said, "I guess it depends on what you mean by sex, but yeah." "What do you mean by what I mean by sex?" "Well, I've never been fucked, but I've had oral sex and fucked. Are you surprised?" "I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but I would have been surprised if you said no," I said, looking at him. Then I asked him something that as soon as I heard myself ask, I wished I had not. "With Billy?" He just stared at me. Then I realized that if I was asking that question he must be thinking that I had some reason to ask about Bill in particular. I felt my face burning. I had to look away. "It's probably not cool to talk about who they were." I nodded. They were, I thought to myself. I still felt weird and very stupid. We sat silently for a while, then got off the lift and skied. When, later, we were on the lift again, he said, "I've known about you and Billy since it started." I looked at him. Again, I felt a bit strange, queasy. I was too afraid to ask what he meant by `since it started'. I just nodded. Then I said, "He never told me that you knew." "I told him not to tell you. Actually, I told him that he shouldn't tell anyone about what happened between the both of you. I thought you were too young for anyone else to know. I also told him to knock it off. Actually, I think I threatened him with bodily harm." My stomach churned. "When was this?" I asked. "I don't remember exactly. I think he was still in high school and I just started college; ten years ago maybe," he said, staring at me. "I told him to keep his hands off of you until you were at least sixteen." I took a deep breath. Now I was wondering if he knew about what had happened since then. "I guess he took you seriously." "I know about what's been going on and I'm glad that it's over. You are so much better off with Nick. I really like him, and I think you are going to be good for him," he said. "So, if you know all about my sex life, how come you won't tell me if you and Billy messed around?" "Obviously we did. He wouldn't have told me about you two if we hadn't." I nodded. I was about to ask for more information, when he said, "A high school friend of mine and I used to jerk each other off. One time on a ski trip, Billy and I shared a room. Somehow we started jerking off and comparing and stuff like that. Before we left for home we sucked each other. I guess I was about seventeen or eighteen so he was about sixteen I think. He told me that he had been messing with a friend of his, too." "Yeah, Tommy." "I don't remember his name. The next time we got together and were able to be alone we sucked each other a lot. I think it was the next time we hung out that he told me about you spending time at his house and that you and he messed around. I got really angry at him." "Why?" "Jeff, you were too young to be sucking dick. If I remember right, you couldn't even cum." "Yeah, I think I was ten." "I told him if he touched you again, I'd beat the shit out of him. He told me about some deal you two made or something and that you'd think he tricked you. I told him to work it out some way, but to stop it." It was strange I felt this sadness. My eyes filled with tears. "After that I made sure when we all got together that you were with me. I wasn't sure if I could trust him." He looked at me. "Are you okay?" I nodded and then the tears fell from my eyes. "Are you upset?" I shrugged. "Are you angry?" "No. You've always been so protective of me. I remember all the times we went skiing and you always made me ride in the car with you. You always had me stay in the same room with you. When I was learning, you'd drop me off for lessons and pick me up and then ski with me." "I love you, cousin," he said, and then pulled me toward him. "Please believe me that you are really better off with Nick than you'd ever be with Billy; and I love Billy." I nodded. "Although, I can see why he'd be into you so much," he said, and smiled. I laughed. Anthony also told me that he talked to his wife about he and Bill and what he knew about Bill and I. We skied the rest of the morning, meeting up with my uncle and Anthony's wife later on. They didn't want to ski black diamonds. At lunch time we met up with Nick and my uncle's partner, had lunch and then Nick and I skied the intermediate slopes the rest of the afternoon. That afternoon, on the lift, I told Nick about my conversation with Anthony. He asked if I thought everyone in my family had sex with someone else in the family. I laughed and said, "Only the guys with the guys." Then I reminded him about him and his brother. He said that he was, on the one hand, surprised that Anthony had sex with a guy, and then, on the other hand, not at all surprised. Then he said he felt ready to meet Bill. That was the last day we skied. The next day, after lunch, we all headed to our various homes. On the way home, Nick could not stop talking about how great a time he had and how much he enjoyed my family. He kept telling me how funny he thought Anthony was and how much fun he had. He and my uncle's partner skied together each morning while the rest of us skied the top of the mountain. After lunch, Nick and I skied together. He's getting much better. He's now skiing intermediate runs. As we got closer to home, Nick told me he wanted to stop for something to drink. He pointed to a sign saying that McDonald's was a mile ahead. When we returned to the car, he said, "I'll drive." I threw him the keys and sat in the passenger seat. He pulled to the far side of the parking lot, looked around and smiled. "It's still daylight," I said, trying to talk him out of it. "Just sit here and look like you're drinking your coke, like you're waiting for someone." He reached over and unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. He reached in and pulled my dick out and began sucking on it. It didn't take me long to come in his mouth. He swallowed, sat up, licked his lips and wiped his mouth, turned the key in the ignition and started the car. As I zipped up my pants he smiled at me and said, "You know you love it." I nodded and smiled. He drove the rest of the way home. Super Bowl Sunday: Nick literally danced around the room when I finally decided on taking Philadelphia in the Super Bowl. He was giving me 4.5 points. He and I were both sure that New England would win but the question was by how many points. I was watching some sports commentator on TV who said that the general consensus was that the Patriots would win, but by 3 points. Needless to say the game was exciting. Philadelphia was tied with New England at the end of each quarter. Nick laughed a lot and assured me that New England would win by a touch down. I must admit I thought he might be right. It wasn't the pay off that I was dreading, it was Nick winning. It's hard when you have two alpha males living with and loving each other. Typically, when it comes to sports, we have it worked out. I kick his ass when it comes to playing sports like running, skiing, touch and flag football and baseball. We've been playing tennis and he's much better than I am. He kicks my ass when it comes to knowing about sports teams, especially the college and pro-football and pro-baseball teams. With regard to other things, we tend not to compete. With regard to sex, luckily, we both enjoy being both a top and a bottom, as it is called. There are times when there is no doubt in my mind that in order for him to enjoy himself, I am going to get fucked. Usually, nothing is said; not verbally, anyway. But, I've come to know him well enough to understand his moods and the feel of his body as we begin to make love. Most of the time there is a definite ambiguity as to what will happen next. Sometimes our love making consists of a lot of kissing, a lot of touching and then oral sex. We both enjoy sucking dick and swallowing each other's cum. Sometimes that ambiguity leads to me cumming in his mouth and then him fucking me. Other times, he cums in my mouth and then I fuck him. But, then there are the times when I submit and allow him to overpower me. I feel, in the most wonderful way, taken, attack, used, and ravaged (yes, sometimes I feel laid to waste :) ) by his lust. I, of course, have attacked him on several occasions, too. I don't yet understand, and I don't think he does either, why it is that at times I get the hardest hard-on when he comes at me with a look that says, `your ass is all mine'. And then, I get equally turned on when he whispers, `fuck me and fuck me hard'. I understand what he is experiencing at those times, because I find myself driving home thinking that when I get there I am going to jump his bones, throw his feet over his shoulders and fuck him hard. And then there are times when I want to feel him inside me, listening to him moaning and groaning while he fucks me. Luckily, we seem to allow each other our wild desires. Well, more than allow, I'd say. It's more like we tease and poke and flirt with each other until one of us gets crazy horny. An example: One day he called me on my cell and asked if I'd meet him on campus to have dinner. He said he was having a bad day and spending time with me would cheer him up. We met, we ate, and I teased him about my having a hard-on and wanting to suck his dick. I poked him a lot. I was in one of those weird horny moods. (He looked really hot. He's been letting his hair grow longer. He's looking more and more like Orlando Bloom, and seems to be enjoying the attention he gets. He pushes his straight hair over the top of his head and behind his ears. It falls forward and he then reaches up and pushes it back. It's kind of sexy.). As we finished our dinner, I said, "You know what I love about sucking your dick?" He looked up at me and then looked around to see if anyone could hear me. "I love that moment when I first take your dick into my mouth and your body reacts. Also, I love that musky smell and taste." "Shut up," he said, and smiled. "Of course, I love the feel of the head of your cock entering my throat; taking your dick deeper and deeper into my throat. You always moan when I do that. That's a turn on, too." He laughed. "You are such a dick." "I love the taste of your pre-cum, too. You know you make a lot of pre-cum, sometimes." "Okay, dick, you've got me hard, so knock it off," he whispered, leaning toward me. "But, my favorite part of sucking your dick is that moment just before you cum. I love the way your body tenses up, the way you moan, grab my head. Fuck, that is so hot. I get so hard knowing that you're going to give me your load. Sometimes, I love swallowing each shot, but sometimes, I just hold your cum in my mouth while you keep cumming, you know, letting it all build up and then swallow all of it at once." He kept staring at me and shaking his head. "Asshole, I have to get up and go to work." I was horny for him and wanted him horny for me. When we walked out of the campus grill he told me he still had a hard-on. I laughed at him and told him that I did also, and that I was going to go home and jerk off. When I arrived at home I undressed, put on my sweats, sat down on the sofa and started jerking off. Then I called his cell phone. I didn't say anything. He knew it was me (caller ID). He asked, "What do you want?" I didn't answer. I kept masturbating and grunting. He listened to me grunting into the phone as I came all over my chest. Then I hung up. When he arrived home I was in the kitchen unloading the dishwasher. Yeah, yeah, yeah. He said hi and went into the bathroom. I could hear him peeing. When he returned to the kitchen I looked at him and smiled, then I noticed he had the lube. I just laughed as he unzipped his jeans. He had the biggest smile on his face. I continued to laugh. There was a part of me that thought I'd make him work hard to get what he wanted. There was a part of me that thought I'd turn the tables on him and fuck him. But, there was another part of me that was getting turned on by the thought of being taken by him. He took me by the arm, moved me toward the counter, turned me around and bent me forward so that I was half bent over. He took hold of my sweat pants and then pulled them down to my ankles. I continued to laugh. I had a hard-on. But, it wasn't the typical kind of hard-on. It was that kind of hard-on that almost hurts; the kind of hard-on that feels like my dick was straining against its own limitations. I said, "I love it when you're so butch." He laughed, "You're going to love it even more in about ten seconds." I felt him moving his lubed dick around the opening of my asshole. He pushed and partially entered me. Then he grabbed my hips tightly. I took a deep breath and pushed against his dick as he pushed into me. In one move, he had himself buried in my ass. "Easy," I said. "Shut up, you know you love it," he said, and smacked my butt. I started laughing, again. He began to fuck me slowly. As he did, he reached for my tee shirt and pulled it off of me. I heard him taking his shirt off. Then, he again began to fuck me. He ran his hands over my back, around my chest and then he grabbed my dick and squeezed. I bent my knees so he'd have easy access. He took hold of my hips, held me in place and fucked me fast and hard. I glanced down and saw my sweats sitting on top of my stocking covered feet, his jeans and boxer briefs were down to his ankles. He still had his shoes on. Both his shirt and my tee shirt were thrown on the floor. I took my dick in my hand and began to stroke. I lay my head on my arm which was resting on the counter top. Nick continued fucking me. Neither of us said a word. I could tell he was getting close, he stopped fucking me. He pushed his dick deep inside of me and held me still. He wrapped his arms around me and held his chest tightly against my back. He was breathing hard. He began to lick my back. He ran his hand over my chest as I continued masturbating. "Fuck, Jeff, you are so fucking hot." He began biting the skin on my shoulders gently. He moved slowly inside of me. He continued rubbing his hands over my chest and my back as he slowly began fucking me again. "I had a hard-on all the way home thinking about fucking you." I partially stood straight and turned my head. He leaned forward. We kissed hard and deep. Then, he reached for the lube, smeared some on his hand and then reached around and took hold of my dick. Again, he pressed his chest against my back. He began to masturbate me with his greased hand. I rested both my elbows on the counter in front of me. He also began to slowly move inside of me. He continued to masturbate me. Every once in a while, he'd pull his dick almost completely out of me and then, in one quick and steady move, push himself all the way in. Both he and I moaned. Then he'd go back to running his hand up and down the shaft of my dick. As I began to get close he began to fuck me harder. Then he let go of my dick, took my hand and moved it toward my dick. I started masturbating, he began fucking me hard. My legs began to shake. He had one hand on my left shoulder and one hand on my right hip. As he fucked me, he pushed and pulled at me so that we were both in rhythm. As I moaned louder and louder, and as my legs shook more and more, he fucked me harder and harder until I began to cum. And, soon after I started cumming, he did, too. I remained standing, but leaning onto the kitchen counter. He had his arms wrapped around my chest and his chest pressed against my back. We both were still breathing hard. When finally he pulled out of me, he stood, turned me around and put his arms around me and said, "I love being your boyfriend." I kissed him and said, "I love it, too." We hugged and kissed. He bent down to pull up his pants and then laughed. "Your cum is dripping down the cupboard door. Damn, it's all over the draw, too," he said, pointing to a gob of cum. "Yeah, and yours is dripping out of my ass." Most of the time we act like normal people and crawl into bed after a long day, start touching each other, kissing and then make love. Sometimes we are so tired we just collapse into bed and fall asleep, leaving our love making until morning. On weekends, we typically have a great deal to do, but usually one of us attacks the other when we finally get out of bed. And, then, there are Sundays when we bet on football games. (Wow, I must again apologize for taking that tangent. It was my intent to tell you about my Super Bowl payoff but, once again, I got diverted somewhere along the way. I guess this is why each part of this series is so long.) I won our bet. Nick sat on the sofa and just stared at the TV. I laughed. He kept shaking his head and glancing over at me. I pointed at him and laughed even harder. Then, like a lion attacking his prey, he leaped across the sofa and was on top of me. "Stop laughing, asshole," he said, tickling me. "You are such a bad winner." I kept laughing. "Like you wouldn't be cheering and dancing around if you won," I tried to say, as he continued poking at me. He had me on the floor. I just kept laughing. He was poking me and biting me. I kept laughing. He reached into my sweat pants and grabbed my dick. "Stop laughing," he said, smiling big. "I'm going to hear about this all year, aren't I?" I nodded. Our bet was this. If I lost I had to flip my legs over my head and lick my dick while jerking off as he watched and masturbated. The idea was that I'd cum into my own mouth, swallow my cum and then he'd quickly shoot his load into my mouth for me to swallow. I had to do this not once, but twice. Once right after the game, and then again, whenever he wanted me to do it. If he lost, we were both going to suck each other until we were close. Then he'd jerk off into a wine glass, followed by me doing the same. He'd then lie down and I'd slowly pour our cum into his mouth for him to swallow. We would do this not once, but twice. Once after the game, and another time whenever I wanted. When I told him what it was I wanted to do if I won, he just stared at me. He knew that Bill and I had done this, but I don't think he thought about us doing it. Or, at least, he had not said anything about it. When we talked about Bill and I doing it, he seemed curious. He's always loved swallowing my cum, but he's also had reservations about his own. We talked about that period right before you cum, when eating your own cum sounds hot. That's followed by that period right after you cum, when you are sure you don't want to. We talked about how the mind is so powerful and how it can exert so much influence over our body; not that our mind and body are two separate entities. But, it is fascinating how at one moment something seems so exciting and at another not. After our conversations the subject never came up again. "Let me get the glass," I said. He rolled off of me. I stood up, my dick started getting hard. I grabbed a wine glass from the cupboard. I undressed in the kitchen. My dick was fully erect. I went back to the living room. He glanced at me and smiled. "Fuck," he said. "you know, you should do this, too." "I've done it." "Yeah, but not with my cum." "I'll do it. We can both do it after you do it twice," I said, and smiled. "You are such a dick," he said, I knelt down and began to pull his shorts off of him. "You said I cum more than Bill." I nodded. "Damn, you cum so much." I smiled and nodded. I said, "I'm going to cum a lot this time. I can tell." I smiled. He smiled and shook his head. I sucked his dick. He tried to suck mine, but I pushed him away. When he got close I stopped. I straddled his chest and put my dick to his lips. We smiled at each other as he took my dick in his mouth. He tried to masturbate, but I stopped him. When I was close to cumming I stopped him. As I started sucking him he asked, "How many times are we going to do this?" "You have something better to do?" I asked. He lay back down and let me suck his dick. I sucked his dick and played with his balls. Did I say that I love sucking his dick? I sucked him gently and enjoyed the taste of his pre-cum. Then he sucked me. He got on top of me, began kissing me and humping me. Then we began sucking each other. He was close; so was I. I told him to get onto his knees and jerk off. He held onto the sofa with one hand and jerked with the other. I held the glass ready for his orgasm as I slowly jerked off. "I'm going to cum," he grunted. I put the mouth of the glass over his dick head. He came hard. His cum slammed against the side of the glass and then gathered at the bottom of the glass. I counted the shots of cum that exploded from his dick; six. His cum is more watery than mine. Mine tends to hang together in globs. His cum is more liquid. It's opaque, with strings of thick white cum, but definitely more liquid than mine. I wiped the tip of his dick with the edge of the glass. He smiled and shook his head. I showed him all his cum as I swirled it around in the glass. He sat on the floor and stared. I continued stroking my dick and holding onto the glass. I was close. He took the glass from me and put it to my dick. I let out a grunt as the first shot of cum left my dick and mixed with his cum. As usual, it was thick. Strings of cum shot from my dick and gathered in the glass. When I finished cumming, cum was hanging from my dick. I ran my fingers along the bottom of the shaft of my dick, trying to milk every last drop of cum out of my dick. "Fuck," Nick said, as he held up the glass of cum. "Fuck," he said, again. I took the glass from him. "Damn, that's a lot of cum," I said, watching our cum mix together. "Just think, our sperm are swimming together." "You are such a perv." "You ready for this?" I asked, as I began to play with his dick and balls. He took a deep breath and nodded. "Lay back." He was sitting on the floor, leaning against the sofa. "Scoot down and lay your head back," I said smiling. He nodded. "You going to do it all at once," he asked. "No," I said. "Lay back." He did. "You okay with this?" He smiled and nodded. He was stroking his dick. "I'm going to pour some in, don't swallow it." He looked at me. "I want to see it in your mouth." He smiled. "Just think that you're eating a mixture of our cum. Isn't that romantic?" "You are such an asshole," he said, smiling. He leaned back, opened his mouth. I swirled the cum in the glass and then tipped the glass. I poured about half of it into his mouth. My cum was still in globs and a big glob slipped out of the glass and slid into his mouth. I moved so that I could see the cum in his mouth. He moved his tongue and moved the cum around in his mouth and then to his lips. Then he swallowed it. "Damn," he said, "that was weird." There was cum on his lips. I leaned into him and kissed him. He moved his tongue into my mouth. I could taste our cum. "You taste good," I said. He was hard and I was getting hard. I swirled the rest of the cum in the glass. It was mostly mine. There was a thick glob of cum sitting in the glass. Then I decided to pour it into my mouth. I put the glass to my mouth and tipped it upward. The glob of cum slid into my mouth. He watched and kept stroking his dick. I leaned toward him and began to kiss him, passing the cum into his mouth. He moaned, took our cum and sucked at my tongue. He swallowed. Then we eagerly kissed and sucked at each other's tongue. "That wasn't so bad," he said. "Next time you should just pour it all in at once." "Really?" "Yeah, I think it would be kind of weird to have that much cum to swallow." "Okay, perv." I said. We struggled through the next several weeks with classes and work. Our new friends called and invited us out several times. We found this gay club that has great dance music. Or, I guess I should say, after a couple of drinks the music sounds good. We've always had a great time with them. They are all very bright, hot, fun, interesting and happy to have us as friends. Both Nick and I have run into one or the other of them on campus and we both agree that it's always fun to see them. As our spring break approached, Nick became more and more determined to tell his parents that he and I are lovers. I tried not to influence his decisions, but I was wishing he would put it off until graduation. My thinking was that they would find out and then he and I would be off for Europe. But, even with my subtle suggestions that he wait, and not so subtle suggestions, he decided he wanted to tell them. He called his brother and discussed it with him. His brother told him to save himself the heartache and not tell them. Let them come to the graduation, let them figure it out themselves and go into denial. But Matt wasn't any more successful than I was. Spring break was approaching. We were both going to be able to leave town on Friday. We had an eleven day break. Nick had to be back for work and I had meetings. He told me that he was going to fly home. His brother would pick him up, bring him to his parent's house, he would talk to them, he would then spend the night with his brother and fly back the next day. Then, it was his idea, that we'd head out and go skiing, then we'd drive to my parent's home and spend a several days and then head back to school. I sat and listened to his plan and said, "No way. You are not going to do this without me there." We had several heated discussions about how it would be done and decided that it was probably best if I was not with him when he told his parents. He said that his brother was going to be with him. But, I insisted upon going with him and that I'd wait in the car. So, on Saturday we flew to Nick's home town. His brother picked us up. His parents knew he was coming into town and would be staying with Matt for the night. They invited their sons to dinner. I think we all knew that they would not be staying for dinner. Nick was very nervous. He hardly said a word on the airplane. We just sat and read. I noticed that the back of his shirt was wet with sweat. He looked absolutely miserable. I wanted to assure him, or cheer him up, or distract him, but I decided that it was probably best just to let him be. As we drove to their home, Matt suggested we stop and get something to drink and talk about how to do this. Nick didn't want to, but we convinced him that he should talk this all out with Matt. We went to Taco Bell and got cokes and sat outside and talked. Matt realized that no one was sure that both their mother and father would be home when they arrived. Nick said that he couldn't sit at home all afternoon waiting for both his parents to be at home. Matt called home on his cell. Their mom was home, but their dad was playing golf and would be home within the hour. Nick seemed to relax a bit. We continued sitting at Taco Bell, drinking cokes and talking. We were even able to get Nick to smile a couple of times. I kept reaching under the table and touching his hand. He would take my fingers and squeeze them hard. When we decided to leave Taco Bell and head to Nick's home, Matt said to Nick, "Bro, I never realized how hard this would be for someone to do. I think I always thought, `dude, get over yourself and just tell everyone'. You just take the lead and do it and I promise I have your back. I promise if it gets nasty I'll take the heat off of you. I'll get you out of there." Nick nodded. They stood up and hugged. It looked like a wonderful hug; warm, sincere, strong. As we walked back to the car, I said, "Nick, I won't physically be there with you, but I'll" He stopped; he pulled me toward him and hugged me. He said, "I love you so much." I wrapped my arms around him. He was sweaty and seemed shaky. "I love you, too," I said. "I know what we can do. Why don't you sit in the car? I'll go in with Matt. Your dad will ask, `Who is this guy?' I'll say, `I'm Nick's boyfriend, and I love him.' If it goes well I'll come out and get you and we can all have a nice dinner. If your parents go nuts, I'll just leave with Matt and that's that." He laughed. Matt said, "Hey, that's not a bad idea." Nick smiled, and said to me, "I bet you'd do that, too. Wouldn't you?" "I'm not kidding. I'll do it" I said. "Nick, really, I'll do it." He hugged me, "I've got to do this." He got in the passenger seat of the car. I sat in the backseat. I watched as he and Matt walked up the driveway to their parent's house. Nick glanced back at me. I waved. My stomach sunk. I remembered my anxiety. I wanted so badly to protect him, or maybe I wanted to go in and just kick some ass. As I sat waiting, I thought about something Nick and I did the weekend before; something he suggested. It was Friday night. I cooked dinner. We had a couple of beers and watched a DVD. We started touching and rubbing each other during the DVD. By the time it was over we were naked, hard and ready to play. After we both blew each other (it was one of those hour-long type blow jobs where we take turns on each other until one of us is begging to cum) we kissed, got comfortable wrapped in each others arms and said good night. Then Nick asked, "Would you be willing to try something with me?" "Sure. What?" I asked. "This will probably sound weird," he said. I laughed. "Weird?" I rolled over to look at him. He smiled. "It's hard to know exactly how to explain it." He hesitated. My curiosity was definitely peaked. "Tomorrow, you know, from the time we wake up would you just take the initiative sexually." "How is that weird?" "Well, I'm not going to at all. And, I guess the weird part is this. I don't want to respond at all. I mean I'll probably get hard, that I can't help, but I want you to just do whatever you want as much as you want and I don't want to respond. I just want you to tell me what to do, how to do it. I won't do anything unless you say so." I felt a little weird, but I said okay. "How is this different from when one of us loses a bet and has to bend over the sofa, or give a blow job?" He laughed. "Well, when I'm over the sofa, I complain and push back and tell you to fuck me, or I jerk off. When I lose and you get a blow job I blow you. Tomorrow, if you want to use my mouth, you should fuck my mouth." "Why do you want to do this?" "Then Sunday, I want to do it to you. Is that okay?" he asked. "Yeah, sure, of course." He kissed me and then rolled over. I put my arm around him and pushed against him. He pulled my arm tight around his chest. I moved closer. My flaccid penis was pressed against his butt. He pushed into me. "I love you, Jeff." "I love you, too." When I woke up in the morning, he was sitting in bed drinking coffee and reading. He always wakes up early. As I stretched, he got out of bed and went into the kitchen. I got up and peed. When I returned to bed he was sitting in bed, naked, with a cup of coffee for me. As I sat in bed next to him drinking my coffee, he went back to reading. When I finished my coffee I lay back down, naked and uncovered. I guess I'm used to him taking interest, or at least, having him lay down beside me. He didn't seem to notice. I remembered our game. I began to feel a little uncomfortable. I thought about just getting up and taking a shower, but then I thought that I should play the game. "Suck my dick," I said. He put down his book and coffee. He scooted down and lay on his side and opened his mouth. He just lay there. I moved, put my semi-hard dick in his mouth, took hold of his head and started moving in and out of his mouth. I moved so that I was over him and fucking his mouth. I glanced around and noticed that he had a hard-on. When I turned around, my dick came out of his mouth. I took his dick in my mouth and started sucking him. He didn't move or say a word. I sucked and licked and sucked some more. Finally, he came in my mouth. I swallowed his cum as I always do. He still had not said a word and had hardly moved. I turned and put my dick back in his mouth and began humping his face. He lay there, not moving. I came in his mouth; he swallowed. When I got up from bed he followed. "Are we going to campus," he asked. "Yeah, I've got a lot to do today," I said. I started talking about how what we had just done felt to me, but he told me not to and to write it down. What I wrote was that at first the idea seemed not much different than our over-the-sofa fucks or blow-me blow jobs. But, there was a big difference. It was almost as if he wasn't there. In some weird way, that felt exciting, but it also seemed empty, or boring, or lonely. We've started what I guess you'd call routines. On weekend mornings, we shower together. It's usually right after we have sex, and we usually stay in the shower until the water runs cold. Somewhere along the way, we've started washing each other's genitals and butt. There is something very personal about it and, perhaps, that is what makes it pleasurable. When I say we wash each other's butt, I mean that we wash each other's cheeks and crack and then play around each other's hole. It sounds bizarre when I read that, but when we do it, it is very sensuous, erotic, stimulating and playful. This Saturday morning Nick didn't join me in the shower. I finally called him into the bathroom and told him to get in the shower. I had to tell him to do what he'd normally do without being told. I was beginning to get frustrated with our game. All the pleasure seemed to be gone. It was odd, we did the same things, but only if I told him to do it. We went to the library. At about twelve thirty he told me he was hungry and wanted to go to lunch. We had lunch, everything was back to how it always is between us. We talked, we ate, we made plans for what we might want to do that night, and then we headed back to the library. When it was almost dinner time we both agreed that we were done for the day. As we entered our apartment, once again the idea of him being my toy seemed like a hot idea. I told him that I wanted him to get naked and get on his hands and knees. He did. I lubed up, played with his butt and then started fucking him. He just knelt there, he didn't moan or groan, he didn't move to meet my thrusts, he didn't say a word. I reached around and grabbed his dick. He wasn't turned on. I kept fucking him, but I didn't like it. I fucked him until I came. Then I told him to get dressed. We went out to dinner. We went to a movie and then we decided to go dancing. We decided to give our friends a call and see if they wanted to join us. They did. The night turned out to be a lot of fun. We had a great time. We talked, we flirted with each other, we teased and poked. When we got back to our apartment I was ready to jump his bones. Watching him dance shirtless, watching him having fun and laughing, and watching him shake his butt always gets me horny for him. When we climbed into bed and I remembered that we were bound to a game, my interest in sex dissipated. Soon I was asleep. When I woke up Sunday morning, I woke up with my dick being sucked. I smiled and reached down and rubbed his head as he sucked me. He looked at me, took my hand and put it beside me, and then went back to sucking me. I lay there remembering the rules to this game. He sucked me until I was about to cum. Nick, at times, enjoys having me cum on his face. I'd much rather cum in his mouth. I love the feeling of him sucking hard on my dick as I cum and feeling him swallow my cum. This time, as I got close, he stopped sucking me and said, "Jerk yourself off." I did. As the first of my cum shot out of my dick, Nick moved close to my dick. I came all over his face. Then he started wiping my cum with his finger and feed it into his mouth. Then he straddled my chest, put his dick into my mouth and fucked my face until he was about to cum. He pulled out of my mouth, told me to open my mouth and then he jerked himself off. I felt his cum slash on my face and into my mouth. I swallowed. Then he wiped my face clean with his fingers and fed me the rest of his cum. We typically spend Sundays at home. We stayed home this Sunday. Later that afternoon, while I was grading papers, he told me to jerk myself off while licking my dick. He told me to cum into my mouth, while he watched and jerked himself. I did. After I came he told me to turn over. I did. He lubed up his dick and got on top of me. I lay there, not saying a word, or moving while he pushed into me. He fucked me for a while but then stopped. I thought maybe he came, but it didn't feel like he did. When I looked at him, his dick was flaccid. That night we went to bed and went to sleep. The next morning, we started our day as we always do. He brought me coffee, and then we sat in bed. "What was it like for you?" he asked. I looked at him. "I thought it would be like other stuff we've done, but it wasn't. At first, I thought it would be kind of hot, but it wasn't that either. I think I hated it. It was the first time that I've felt lonely after having sex with you. I also felt sad." "What about Sunday?" he asked. I nodded. "Well, it felt weird when you were blowing me. I didn't mind you fucking my mouth. Actually, that was kind of hot." "What else?" I remembered eating my own cum. I nodded and said, "I felt angry at you when you asked me to jerk off into my mouth. I felt like you set this all up so that you could get me to do that. It's weird, I really don't mind doing that so much, it's just that I like to be the one who decides and what I want in return. It's like a bargaining chip or something. But, I mean, if you really wanted me to do it, I would. But, this felt different." He nodded. "When you fucked me afterwards, I think I was still a little angry." He nodded again. "Why did you want to do this?" "Do you want to know how I felt?" he asked. I nodded. "At first I felt turned on, but then I felt angry at having to just be there for you to use. Remember when you called me into the shower?" he asked. I nodded. "I wanted to get in the shower with you, but I made myself not do it. When you told me to get in the shower and wash you like we always do, it wasn't that much fun to do. "I was so happy to leave here and go to the library. When we came back and you told me to get naked and on my hands and knees, I started getting hard, but by the time you started fucking me I felt really sad, or lonely. That night when we got home, I wanted to make love to you so badly and felt so sad when you just went to sleep." "I wanted to make love to you, too. But, I didn't want to do what we had been doing. What was Sunday like for you?" I asked. He sat quietly. Then he said, "I knew I wasn't going to enjoy it. It felt like the kind of sex I used to have with girlfriends; going through the motions. It's weird, I love watching you suck yourself, but it wasn't that exciting. I think I knew you were angry. When I fucked you, I thought you were angry at me and I couldn't cum." "Why did you want to do this?" I asked. "I was thinking about how I feel so different with you than I've felt with anyone else." I looked at him. "With my parents; I always feel like I am just there for them to make me into whatever they want me to be. They are happy when I have no reaction, when I don't respond. I just go along with them. It's like there is no me there, when I am with them. Like, that is what makes them happy." He paused and sighed. "I mean I do what they want me to do, and even if they know that I am angry at them, if I do what they want me to do, they seem happy. I feel angry, lonely, not seen and they are happy." "Yeah, but" "You, your parents, your family don't seem like that. I mean, stupid stuff; things that you don't even notice." "Like what?" He thought about it for a while. "I mean big things, like I told you I wanted to bring Buddy back with us this time. I could tell you mostly didn't want to, that you thought it was too much work or something. You said that we'd have to drive back to bring her home in a few weeks, that we'd have to walk her and feed her. Then you shrugged and said, `okay, if you really want to, we will'." "Well, Yeah but I want to bring her here, too." "You'd never do it if I didn't say I really wanted to," he said. I nodded. "And small stuff. When we get a DVD, you always ask me what I want to see. If we don't agree, then we get two. You make fun of what I want to see, in a funny way, but you always sit and watch it with me." "Yeah, and usually I am right and tease you," I said. "Yeah, but I tease you about what you want to see. I poke at you and make fun of you and joke. It's like we both think the other one has weird taste in movies, but we both go along with each other. You do that, and your family does that. I don't know. It's weird. It's like you want me to have an opinion, like you want me to say no to you." "Sometimes; not all the time." "Yeah, exactly. It's hard to explain. When I talk to your mom on the phone I really do feel like my opinion counts. I always feel like that with you. Well, most of the time. Sometimes you get into your `we are having fresh mex for dinner' mood and if I don't want fresh mex, then I am going to eat alone. But, that's cool, too." I nodded and said, "I feel like that about us with sex, too. Sometimes, I feel like it's a negotiation between us." He nodded. I said. "And then there are times when I know I am going to get fucked." "Yeah, but I feel like that sometimes, too. Like, my ass is going to get pounded and pounded hard," he said. I looked at him. "And that's fine. Actually, it's really hot. I really get off on that. But I wouldn't want it like that all the time," he added. "I agree. I love it when you seem like you are so horny you're determined to get what you want and I decide to let you have what you want." "See that's it. You get to decide. I feel like that, too. I get to decide to do what you want. That's such a turn on. Fuck, I am getting boned just thinking about that." I pulled the sheets back and he had a hard-on. "That's what is so hot about us. Even when you get angry at me, it's like you want me there. Remember when we drove down to meet your parents. You were angry at me not because I was nervous but because I was trying to do what you wanted to do and not tell you how much I didn't want to do it." "So, what was this `game'?" I asked. "I think I wanted to see what it felt like to be like I feel when I am with my parents. The way I've always felt with them. Just being a nobody. Be there to make them look good, for their pleasure. If I ever tried to push back, or say what I wanted, I was in trouble." "Are you doing this because you're going to tell them?" I asked. "Yeah, I guess so. It's weird though. I wasn't thinking about how I felt when I had sex with girls. It's weird." I asked, "What do you mean?" "When I had sex with girls I used to feel like I was just doing it. Like I was the only one there, or they were the only ones there. And, usually, I felt lonely afterwards. In September, before we were boyfriends, after I'd get laid, I'd wonder what you were doing. I'd think about wanting to leave and come home. I'd worry about you being lonely and being here alone. I wanted to be with you." We sat silently for a while. He took a deep breath and sighed. "I never feel lonely after having sex with you. And, I never feel like I want to be someplace else." "I felt lonely after sex this weekend, and I hated it," I said. "Me, too," he said. I started worrying about him; thinking about his going home to tell his parents. I decided I was definitely going with him. "It's getting late," he said. He had an early morning class. He looked at me and smiled, and said, "We've got time for a quick fuck." I looked at him and smiled. "I really want to fuck you," he said. I laughed. "Really, and I want to watch you jerk off, while I fuck you." I laughed again. "Yeah, well, maybe I should fuck you." He laughed, "Tonight." "Okay, but, I want to fuck you with you over the sofa," I said, uncovering myself and stroking my dick. He laughed. "Okay, an over-the-back-of-the-sofa fuck." I added, "Only if you moan and groan and complain and yell out, harder, harder." We both laughed. "No, dead man fucking, like this weekend." "Okay, no dead man fucking," he said, grabbing the lube from under the bed. He lubed up his dick. He moved on top of me, I opened and spread my legs as I jerked off. I pulled my knees to my chest. He leaned into me and pressed his dick against my hole. He looked into my eyes, as if he was asking permission. "Go for it, big boy," I said, smiling. "Do me," I said, as his dick pushed past my sphincter. He looked at me and smiled and then started fucking me. He fucked me looking into my eyes, kissing me and watching me stroke my dick. "You are so fuckin hot," I said to him, reaching up and rubbing his chest and his tight abs. he bent forward and kissed me hard, almost biting my mouth. I moaned; I stroked my dick faster; he fucked me harder. "Fuck me, Nick, hard. I am close." He moved, spread his legs apart and began to pound into my ass. "Try to cum on your face," he said. I nodded. I was close. He fucked me hard. I leaned forward as much as I could as I felt my cum about to explode from my groin. The first shot went over my shoulder, onto the pillow. The second shot hit me square on my cheek. I moved and his dick came out of my ass. I curled forward and upward and dropped the rest of my load on my face. When I rolled back down, I opened my eyes and saw him staring at me. "Fuck me," I said. He nodded and pushed his dick back into me. He began fucking me. I pulled him down onto me. He started kissing me and licking up my cum. He even leaned over and sucked my cum off the pillow. He licked my face as he pounded my ass. Then his body tensed. I knew he was close. "Yeah, fuck me," I said. "Oh fuck, Jeff," he moaned. There was cum on his chin and on his lips. I pulled him down and licked the cum off his chin. He then took my tongue into his mouth and kept fucking me. Then he began to cum. He arched himself upward and pushed hard into me. His body was one tight contracting muscle as he shook all over. He let out another moan as he started pushing into me again. Then he just collapsed onto me. We held each other. He was breathing hard, his face buried in my neck. "You are so fuckin' hot," he whispered into my ear. "Let's shower together, and then I have to go." I nodded. He got up and pulled me out of bed. We both shaved beside each other, looking into the mirror. We put toothpaste on our toothbrushes and then jumped into the shower. We stood facing each other brushing our teeth. Then I spit my toothpaste onto his chest. We watched it drip down his stomach. I spit again, this time onto his dick. He laughed. I turned and filled my mouth with water from the shower as I rinsed off. Then I turned toward him. He was about to spit his toothpaste onto my chest when I spit all the water I had in my mouth onto his face. He looked surprised and started laughing again. He was laughing hard as he tried to spit toothpaste on my chest. I smiled at him, put my toothbrush on the windowsill and turned to rinse off. When I turned around he began to soap up my chest and then my genitals. I smiled at him and started soaping him up. We then stood chest to chest as I began to soap up his back and then his butt cheeks. As I moved to his crack I felt something sticking out of his ass. He started laughing. I knew immediately what it was. It was my toothbrush. I just buried my face in his neck and laughed. He was laughing hard. "You put by toothbrush up your ass," I said, as I pulled it out. "There's a new one in the cabinet," he said laughing. "I can't believe you did that," I said laughing. "You are such a perv." He finally left for class. I'm sure he was late. It wouldn't be the first time. I sat in the car smiling, thinking about my toothbrush up his ass. I love how crazy he can be sometimes. Then, I felt this heavy sadness move through my body as I noticed him walking toward the car. He looked like he had been crying, or maybe was still crying. I glanced toward the front door of his house, I guess expecting his brother, when his father stepped out of the doorway. Nick walked toward the car looking toward me. I opened the back door and stepped out of the car staring up toward Nick's dad. Nick's father looked back at me and stopped. Nick walked up to me, stopped, looked into my eyes and said, "As soon as Matt comes out, we are out of here." I opened my arms, pulled Nick to me and hugged him. He hugged me back. His father turned and went back into the house. Nick got into the front of the car. I wanted to be next to him, so I walked around and got in the drivers seat. "What happened?" I asked. He looked exhausted. He shrugged. "I told them." He didn't sound sad. I thought maybe he was a little angry. "What did they say?" "My mom just sat there." "Tell me what you said." "We were all in the kitchen. My mom was washing stuff and my dad was sitting. He asked me stuff, like how long I was staying; just stuff. Then he asked why I came home? I told him that I wanted to tell them something. My mom looked at me and she looked scared. She asked me if I was okay. I said I was fine. I told them that I had fallen in love with someone and that I wanted to tell them before they came for graduation. "My mom sorta smiled. My dad said, `you came home to tell us this? You couldn't just call?' I said that I thought I should face them." "Where was Matt? What was he doing?" I asked. "He was standing in between me and my dad." I nodded. "I told them I thought they'd be unhappy but that I hoped that if we talked about it that maybe it would be okay. "My mom walked over and sat down near my dad. My dad said, `Who is she?' Then I said. "It's my roommate. I was about to say Jeff, when my dad said, `you're living with her'." "He was angry." "Yeah. Then I said, no, it's not a her, I'm living with Jeff. I don't think my dad got it at first but my mom knew. She started to cry. Then my dad got it. He turned red. He said, `you're with a man?'. I said yes. He started to get up but my mom pulled at him. He said it again, like he was disgusted. `You're with a man?' Then he pulled away from my mother and got up. Matt stood between us and said, `Dad calm down'. My mom just kept crying. My dad said I was going to hell. I tried to talk to him but he screamed at me to shut up. He started walking toward me again and Matt stopped him. Then he said again, `Why are you telling us now?' I told him that I didn't want him to be surprised at graduation and upset and angry when other people were there. I wanted to tell him in private." "What did he say?" "He said, or he yelled, `No, why didn't you tell us sooner?' I told him that I was never sure. He said, `so you've known this for a while?' I said yes, but that I was never with a man before you and that I wasn't sure I was gay. He called me a liar. He said that I've always known and that the reason I didn't tell him was that he would never have paid for my education." "What?" Nick nodded. "He said that I only told him now because he already paid all my college expenses. He said that not only was a liar and a queer but that I was an sociopath, that I took money from them knowing that they'd never contribute to my tuition if they knew I was a homosexual." "What a fuckin' asshole. You are so NOT a sociopath." "I told him that if he really thought that I'd pay him back." "He came at me. Matt grabbed him. He said, `you're damn right you are going to pay me back, and I never want to see from you again. As a matter of fact, I don't ever want to hear from you again. When you send the money you owe me, send it to your mother. Get out of my house. Could you hear him yelling?" "No, I didn't hear anything. What an ass. Why would he bring up the money?" I asked. He shrugged. "He wanted me to go there. That's where he graduated from. That's probably why I got in." "You had the grades; that's bull shit." "Yeah, but a lot of people have the grades. I'm sure it helped that he's a graduate. But, he wanted me on full scholarship and work study. I couldn't get full scholarship so I was not going to go. So, he said he'd pay what I didn't get but that I'd have to work, too. I think he resented having to pay. He was on full scholarship when he went." "So, fuck that. What a fuck." I glanced up and saw Matt walking toward the car. He leaned in on Nick's side and said, "Are you okay?" Nick said, "Yeah, fine. Can we go?" I got out of the car and got in the backseat. Matt got in the car. "They'll calm down," he said to Nick. "You've got to give them time." Nick asked, "How's mom?" "Still crying," he answered. Nick opened his cell phone and called the airlines. He was able to change our reservations for a flight back later that evening. Matt said we should spend the night, but Nick wanted to get home. We flew home that night. He hardly said a word. I tried to talk to him, but he assured me he was okay. He said that he was ready for what happened. While he was in the bathroom showering, I called my mother. I had told her that Nick was going to tell his parents. She wanted to know what happened. When Nick and I finally climbed into bed I asked him if he was okay, again. "It's weird but I feel numb." "That's not good. You know you are into wanting to know how this feels or that feels. Now, something like this happens, and you're numb." "Yeah, I know. I think I feel relieved that it is over," he said. "Yeah, I get that, but even though you thought this would happen you've got to have feelings about it." He turned onto this side facing away from me. "I guess I do, but I just feel numb." I turned toward him and moved against him with my arm around him. He pulled my arm tight against him and held onto it. "I didn't tell you that he said he never liked me." "What?" "After I told him, when he was angry and yelling, he pointed his finger at me and said, `I never liked you. Your brother was a boy I could be proud of'. Matt jumped in and said that was not true." "He didn't mean that. He was just angry," I said. "It's weird when he said that it was like I heard the truth; like I've always know that. I mean it felt like that when I was growing up." I felt myself getting angry. "Nick, don't do this. Don't start affirming your father's attitude." He rolled over and looked at me. "No, I'm saying that I always felt like he didn't like me and that I don't ever remember him being proud of me. I remember him liking my brother and ignoring me." He rolled over again. I felt my stomach sinking. "Well, I like you. And I'm proud of you. I would never have had the courage to face my parents if they were anything like your dad." He pulled my arm tight around him. "He said I was evil," Nick said. His voice sounded tired. He was depressed. "You're not evil. He's evil. My grandfather struck out at my uncle when he came out and called him all kinds of names. He wouldn't talk to my uncle for years. I told you my mom has never forgiven him for the things he said and the way he treated him. I guess I love my granddad, but when I think about it I'm not sure I like him. He's not a good man. My uncle is a much better person than my granddad." He didn't respond. "Nick, you can't take in what he said to you. That's what he wants. You are a good person. My mom loves you. Anthony said that he thought you were very good for me and that I'd be good for you." He rolled toward me, "Anthony really said that?" "I swear. He told me that he thinks he likes you more than he likes me." Nick laughed, and then rolled to his side, again. "Can we skip skiing?" he asked. "Let's just go to your parent's. We can hang out, swim in the pool and go to movies and sleep late." "Okay. If you want, we can go skiing next week." "I want to bring Buddy back with us," he said. "I know you love to ski, but" "No, it's okay." He rolled over toward me and said, "You don't mind, do you?" "No. Really, I'm cool with it." Usually, I'm the first to fall asleep, but not tonight. I could hear him breathing deeply. I felt nervous. I felt angry. I felt sad. I lay there for about a half hour listening to him sleep. He rolled onto his back, but he held my arm against his chest. I lay there and stared at his profile. I'm not sure that I've ever watched him sleep, but as I did I felt love for him. I think he's beautiful, if that's okay to say about a guy. I lay there thinking about kissing him and sucking on his tongue. My dick got hard. I wanted to roll over onto him and make love to him, but I knew he needed to sleep. As I lay there, trying to fall asleep, he stirred in his sleep and then he rolled toward me. I was lying on my side, but he pushed me onto my back. Then he moved so that he could lay on me with his head on my chest. Then he brought his leg over mine. I wondered if he was awake, but again I could hear him sleeping. I put my arms around him and held him. When I woke the next morning, he was sitting up in bed with a cup of coffee for me in hand. "What time is it?" I asked. "Nine o'clock." I sat up, he handed me my coffee. "Let's get an early start," he said. "Why don't we just hang here today and drive tomorrow." "I'd rather just leave today. Call your mom, see if it's okay with her," he suggested. I called my mother. I told her that Nick wanted to skip skiing and start our visit with them today. I asked if that was okay, and she said, `of course, it's okay with me. I'll take care of him. What do you think he'd like to have for dinner?" "Make that chicken that I like, with roast potatoes." "That's what you like," she said. "Ask him what he wants. I'll make chicken tomorrow night." "Hey brat," I yelled. He turned and looked at me. "My mom wants to know what you want for dinner." He smiled, and said, "Something with meatballs." "He wants macaroni and meatballs." She said, "Okay, I know the macaroni he likes. When will you get here?" "We'll leave before noon, so we'll be home before dinner. I'll call you when we leave." She said, "Take your time and drive safely." We arrived at my house early. The traffic was light. I called my mom when we exited the freeway and asked if she needed anything at the store. She said, no. When we arrived, she and Buddy were outside waiting. Buddy was sniffing at the grass. When I drove up the driveway, she started barking and ran to the car, whining. When I got out of the car, she began to run in circles and peed. I ran around the lawn after her. She kept jumping up and then running in circles. Nick and my mom laughed. Finally, I just lay on the grass. She kept licking my face as I tried to push her away. When we were inside the house, we put our stuff away and then sat down in the kitchen. My mom poured four glasses of wine as my dad drove into the garage. He joined us. My mom asked Nick how it went with his parents. He began telling them what his father said. His voice sounded sad rather than flat and matter-of-fact as it had before. My parents didn't say anything as he told them what happened. I watched Nick's face and listened to his voice. He was fighting not to show his sadness. When he seemed to be finished, my dad began to speak. My mom got up, walked over to Nick and stood beside him. He looked up at her. His eyes filled with tears. She pulled his head to her chest and said, "You are a good boy. You are not evil. You're loving, generous, thoughtful, sincere and honest. What you did took courage." He put his arms around her and began to cry. She stroked his head and said, "Nick, my son loves you." I started to cry. "Mr. Hunter and I love you. After the ski trip, Anthony called me and said he was very happy for Jeff. He said, everyone thinks you are wonderful." Nick started crying harder. He was almost sobbing. He kept looking up toward my mom trying to say something then he'd put his face back into her chest and cry. My mom continued to stroke his head. She'd lean down and kiss his head. Tears kept falling from my eyes. I looked at my dad and noticed he was tearing, too. Buddy moved across the kitchen and sat down next to Nick. My mom said, "Even Buddy loves you." Nick looked and saw Buddy sitting next to him and smiled. He reached over and pet Buddy. My mom took Nick's face in her hands, bent down and kissed him. Nick said, "Mr. and Mrs. Hunter, thank you for everything. I love you both, too." His face and mouth tensed up as he said it. His eyes filled with tears, and again, he began to cry. His body shook, my mom held him. My dad said, "Nick, Mrs. Hunter and I have talked about how happy we are that you and my son are partners. You know you are very welcome here." (That's my dad's way of saying he loves you.) He poured more wine for all of us. We talked about the ski trip we were on with my cousins. We talked about bringing Buddy back with us for a couple of weeks. Then we had dinner. Nick ate more at dinner than he had eaten in the past two days. He even smiled a couple of times. When my parents went to bed, we went out to the pool, swam naked and sat in the Jacuzzi. I wasn't sure he was up, sort of speak, for playing so I didn't grab at him, even though I wanted to jump his bones. When we got out of the Jacuzzi, we grabbed our towel and walked to my bedroom. As I was drying off, he pulled my towel away from me and began pushing me toward my bed when Buddy scratched at the door. "You have to let her in," I said. Nick opened the bedroom door and let Buddy in. Her tail was whipping around as she licked Nick. Then she ran to me. I pet her and told her to lie down. Finally, Nick and I were in bed, kissing and licking at each other, pushing our groins against each other. "Fuck me, Jeff," he said. "I want you inside of me." We didn't sleep much that night. We made love and then went out and swam in the pool again, and then sat in the Jacuzzi. Buddy sat beside the pool and watched us. We went back to my bedroom and started kissing and sucking each other. I came in his mouth and then he fucked me. We then talked. He cried again, but they were tears about my family being so loving and accepting him. I told him that he shouldn't think that they'd be that way with anyone. If they didn't like him, they'd be civil, but not as generous with their affection. "I get it, really, I do." "I just want to be sure that if you are going to take what your father said seriously, then you'd better also take what my family feels about you seriously, also. You know they aren't bullshitting you. You've got to know that my mom doesn't bullshit. If she didn't love you and trust you, she wouldn't be so warm and caring. I've had friends that she didn't like, and boy, she was like ice." "I get it, really, I do. I know your mom likes me. I can tell the way she talks to me on the phone." "What do you mean?" He laughed, "She asks me what I've been eating, how long I am working. She yells at me and tells me that I'd better eat better and take care of myself. I've heard her talk to you like that. My mom never did that." We stayed the week. Anthony and his wife invited us over for dinner one night. We had a great time. We drank wine, we laughed a lot. We spent the night. When we were getting ready to leave for school, Buddy was sulking around. When we said good bye to my parents, my mom hugged Nick. They both had tears in their eyes. When I opened the door to my car, Buddy made a dash for the backseat. I think she was surprised when Nick and I climbed in and drove away with her. She's still with us. Her tail doesn't stop wagging. Nick walks her every morning, she comes running with us, and we made up a bed for her on the bed that Nick used to sleep in. We've talked about keeping her with us until graduation. My parents are going to attend Nick's graduation. They said that they would take Buddy home then. Nick is doing well. We continue to plan our European trip. My parents decided not only to buy us our Eur-rail passes, but my uncle and his partner and Anthony and his wife decide to buy Nick's ticket for his graduation gift. My parents bought my ticket and they used their miles to upgrade us to business class. When they called and told Nick, he cried. He wrote everyone an individual letter. I wanted to read them, but he said no. My mom called and said that she cried when she read what he wrote. Anthony called my mom and said he was really touched. We are back to our routines and counting the days until we leave for Europe. Nick lined up a full time job on campus starting in September. He's determined to start paying his parents the money they gave him for college. He wants to go to graduate school, but is going to put it off for a year. He's done very well and could easily get into graduate school here (his major professor loves him and thinks he is brilliant and has a lot to offer), but he wants to take a year off, give me time to finish my Masters degree and decide what I want to do and where I want to go. I finally convinced him to ask his major professor if he could take one or two graduate classes next year (I really want him to get a graduate degree. Nick really loves being a student and wants to be an academician.) She said that he was welcome to take her graduate classes and would talk to other faculty members. Since he's working full time for the university, he won't be charged tuition for the classes. Matt, Nick's brother, calls often. I used to think he was a real jack off, but I've decided that we can all be a jerk at times. He's called when Nick was not at home and he and I have talked. He's really concerned about Nick. I think he's beginning to question his own "straight but curious" status. So, all is well. We are happy. Buddy loves being here. Nick is happy that the baseball season has started again. I hate his parents, but I keep that to myself. Well, most of the time. Friday, Nick and I went to see "The Interrupter". They showed the coming attraction for "Kingdom of God" with Orlando Bloom. When he appeared on the screen, I looked over at Nick. He had this huge smile on his face. He's wearing his hair longer now, so he looks even more like Orlando. He looked at me and whispered, "You're right. He is really HOT." Well, that's it for now. I did ask Nick to add something to this part, but he said that he thought I pretty much covered it all. He wanted me to say, again, that he is doing well and is very happy that he decided to tell his parents. He wishes that it had turned out differently, but at least now he knows where things stand. I've tried to keep the errors to a minimum. I hope you enjoyed this part. I was going to print it out and read it over for errors but if I do that I won't send it in until next week. So, I decided to send it in today and suffer the typos. Jeff