College

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Art by Michael Kirwan

 Story by Frank Decatur

— Originally published in Allboy magazine - September, 2004 —

  

 

Troy's best buddy was leaving for college and Troy wanted to give him a present....

 

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Troy was just beginning to understand what his vague yearnings and feelings of sadness were all about. It was September and some of his high school classmates were heading off for college. 

 

Except Troy. And he was feeling bad. He wasn't depressed because he wasn't going to school with the others right now—he had to work a year to save money for tuition—but sort of melancholy because so many of his buddies, who had been so close for so long, were leaving.

 

Especially Martin. Martin had been Troy's best friend all through high school and he had wanted to be with Martin all the time. They had an incredibly strong bond... as many boys do. They'd always felt more than just casual friendship for each other. They were like brothers. No, they were much more than brothers, because Troy had a younger brother, and Troy didn't feel at all about his brother Jimmy the way he felt about Martin.

 

Yeah, he and Martin were tight. They did everything together. They were on the high school football and basketball teams, they had gone to parties together, had their first beers together, smoked their first cigarettes ... both of which they had given up immediately because they knew they were bad.

 

And, yeah, they'd even fooled around together once. That was when they'd won the regional championship in basketball just recently. They were both seniors and had just turned eighteen. It wasn't much... just some naked horsing around, grabbing each other's dick, and then falling asleep next to each other, but Troy had never felt so weird, or happy in his life... or so nervous. He couldn't figure out what in the hell was going on with him. He lay awake half the night holding Martin tightly against himself and hoping his bed-mate didn't feel the rigid hard-on pressing against his back.

 

He just couldn't put a name to what it was he felt for Martin but he rationalized that they were just really close buddies. But now every time he thought of Martin going off to college in a week, he wanted to cry.

 

So, here he is. Troy is sitting on his bed with all of his clothes off, a towel draped over his lap, and he's paging through his high school yearbook. He keeps turning back to the page with the photo of Troy in his wrestling tights... and he has a big lump in his throat.

 

"Fuck it!" he mumbles and gets up, wraps the towel around his waist and goes down the hall to the bathroom to shower. He's alone in the house; his mom has taken Jimmy to the dentist, Dad is out of town at a convention, and Troy has the weekend alone.

 

Through the cascading, warm water pouring over him as he vigorously scrubs himself, Troy hears someone shouting his name. He turns off the shower and yells, "I'm upstairs!"

 

"It's Marty!" the voice answers.

 

Troy's heart begins to thump in his chest. He dries himself quickly, ruffles his hair, and looks in the mirror, and then, goes back to his bedroom.

 

Martin is standing there by the dresser.

 

Troy self-consciously wraps the towel tighter around his waist.

 

"What'cha doin?" Martin asks. "Your front door was unlocked so I just came on in. That okay?"

 

"Sure. I was just takin' a shower... I just got up a little while ago."

 

"I've been up for hours. Gotta lot to do before I leave."

 

"Yeah, I'm sure..."

 

"But, I wanted to come over just to see you and, well, sorta say goodbye. I know this sounds stupid, but I'm really gonna miss Draperville... and... uh... you." Martin looks down at his feet.

 

"Yeah," Troy mutters... and something comes up into his throat. He can't say anything, and so, he looks at Martin, and Martin looks back at him, and their eyes lock, and they stand there motionless, just looking into each other's eyes.

 

"Oh, fuck!" Troy mutters and he feels tears welling up in his eyes and he angrily swipes at them with the back of his hand.

 

Martin moves closer to him, and they are inches away from each other. Suddenly, they both surrender to their feelings, lose control and grab each other in an embrace and hug each other tightly. It all seems so natural and good and wonderful.

 

They stand there holding each other for mere seconds which seem like minutes, and which Troy wishes would last and last. 

 

Troy turns his head just as Martin turns his and their faces brush together, and then, Troy's lips are on Martin's and their mouths are tightly closed at first. They begin to open their lips, and suddenly, they are devouring each other's mouth and moving their hands on each other's back. Then, Martin's hands move down to Troy's waist and as they continue kissing. He become more emboldened and Martin's hand brushes across Troy's towel-draped, rigid cock. Martin takes hold of the fat, hot prick, and tightens his grip as he breaks the kiss and looks at Troy.

 

"I fuckin' love you, Troy!" Martin says.

 

"Oh my God, I love you, too. This is fuckin' nuts, but I love you!"

 

They are both laughing and holding each other. Martin is grasping Troy's ass cheeks and reaching under his towel, grabbing the soft, rigid shaft of his cock, and moving it back and forth.

 

Troy unfastens and then pulls Martin's shorts, along with his underwear, down to his knees. Troy throws his towel on the dresser, and they are rubbing cock to cock while covering each others faces with slobbering kisses.

 

"I want to suck your cock," Troy whispers as he slowly kneels before Martin, takes his big cock in his hand, and then, slowly puts his lips over the drooling head of the beautiful piece of meat he has dreamed about a thousand times.

 

He doesn't know exactly what to do, but he has seen cock-sucking in a porno tape, once. So, he slowly begins moving his head back and forth, taking more and more of Martin's cock in his mouth. Martin is groaning and holding tightly to Troy's hair, slowly responding, and beginning to fuck Troy's eager mouth. Troy takes more cock into his mouth, and tries to breathe between Martin's plunges as spit drips down his chin and into his crotch. He uses it to lube his own hard cock as he begins to jerk himself off.

 

Martin is moaning and running his fingers through Troy's hair. Then, he bends down and puts his hands under Troy's armpits and lifts him up.

 

They begin kissing again and slowly, Martin steers Troy toward the bed, half stumbling with his clothes around his ankles. When they reach the bed, he urges Troy backward until he is lying on his back with his feet on the floor, and then, Martin releases him. He quickly pulls his feet out of his sneakers, and frees himself of the clothes, and then, he kneels down between Troy's legs to take his cock in his hand. Martin sticks out his tongue and slowly runs it from the tip down to the shaft and then up again. Then, he takes Troy's cock in his mouth and slowly moves down on him until his chin is buried in the soft, dark thatch of hair at the root of this magnificent cock.

 

"I've imagined doin' this a zillion times," he whispers when he comes up for air.

 

"Me, too..." Troy answers.

 

"Can I fuck you?" Martin asks.

 

"Oh, I dunno. I dunno if I can. Your dick's pretty huge."

 

"I'll go real easy."

 

"Let me find some lube," Troy says and dashes from the room to his parents' bedroom. Coming back a minute later, he has a tube of K.Y. Jelly and a packet containing a condom.

 

"Are you sure you want me to...?" Martin asks.

 

"Fuckin-A. I want to do everything with you."

 

Martin lubed up his cock, unrolled the condom onto his rigid pole, poured a generous amount of lube into his palm, and slathered it on Troy's ass... seeking and finding the tight hole which he gently invaded with a finger, and then with two. Troy moaned and scooped some lube from his ass and played with his own cock.

 

Then, Martin lifted Troy's legs until they were over his shoulders, took careful aim, and slid his cock into Troy's well-lubed asshole.

 

"Easy..." Troy groaned. "Easy!"

 

Martin pushed a bit more. And then, the apple-sized head of his cock pushed past the tight sphincter and into the hot, juicy tunnel beyond.

 

"Aaarghhh..." Troy muttered as Martin moved his hips forward and his cock slid all the way into Troy's ass. It felt fantastic.

 

"Oh, Oh... fuck me. Come on, fuck me!" Troy half-shouted and Martin began taking long strokes in and out of Troy's pulsating, eager hole.

 

They went wild. Martin fucked with all his might, and Troy jerked himself off and hissed each time Martin plunged his cock home and they groaned and moaned and fucked and cursed. Finally, Martin groaned: "I'm coming... Oh, fuck. Oh, baby. Oh, I'm gonna come in your ass!"

 

Troy clung to Martin as he shot his load, and hung on while Martin shot the last of his load to then collapsed on top of Troy and into the puddle of come Troy had shot all over his own belly.

 

"You'd better fuckin' come and visit me on your breaks," Troy whispered.

 

"You're fuckin'-A I will," Martin whispered back and they smiled at each other. "And thanks for the going-to-college present. Can I have another one before I leave?"

 

"You can have another one right now," Troy laughed. "And then, maybe I'll fuck you."

 

"Okay," Martin smiled. "I was hoping you'd say that."

 

 

THE     END

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