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College Cocks, part 6 of 8 (M/T, T/T, w/s)

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Author's note: This is part 6. Parts 7 - 8 to follow this week. Thanks for all the comments, watch for more.

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CHAPTER 6

The week started off as usual, but I was in for a nice surprise on Wednesday. I had holed up in the Library for the evening to do some research on a paper, and headed back to the dorm about 10:30. Larry's room and mine was on the front of the dorm, and I glanced up when I came up the walk to see if he was home. The window was lit, but dimly, as if only one of the desk lamps was on. Hmm, I thought, grinning, maybe sexy's turned in early. I was thinking of various ways to wake him up as I went up to the room. The door was latched, which was a surprise, but a moment later I heard him come up to it. "Bill?" he asked in a half-whisper.

"Yeah. Of course. What's up?" I said to the door, which immediately opened, and Larry, naked and grinning had a finger to his lips for silence. I could see his bed in the half-lit room behind him, and it was not empty. I whispered. "Oh. Want me to go watch TV for a bit?" He shook his head, the grin even wider, and jerked it to say I should come in. I did, and realized the reason for his merriment. The naked body on his rumpled bed was turned toward the wall, obviously sound asleep, but that delectable set of buns, and the tousled dark hair told me immediately who it was. Danny. I smiled at my hunky friend and leaned close to whisper in his ear.

"Wipe those canary feathers off your face and get something on, pal. This deserves an explanation." He nodded and pulled on a pair of jeans, then followed me back out to the hall. He leaned against the wall, and miraculously, we were alone in the hall, so we could talk.

"Howdy, roomie," he grinned. "Have a nice evening?"

"Well, I don't need to ask you that, that's obvious! So, little Danny finally made acquaintance with the Boa, huh?"

"Well, it's only right, since he saddled me with that ridiculous moniker. I shoulda known then he had more'n just a casual interest in it. Guess you wouldn't believe it if I said he was just tired and wanted to take a nap, huh?"

"Nope. Come on, stud, tell Billy all the dirt."

"Well, maybe not all. I was just hanging out, pretending to study, when who should turn up but our pal Dan. Without Tom, again. We sat and shot the shit a while."

"What were you wearing?" I interrupted.

"Uh, just me jockeys," he grinned. "Anyway, I noticed he had asked two or three times where you were and when you might be back, and I began to wonder why he was so interested in your schedule. He was also still digging about why we were in such a good mood on Sunday, and I think he really did believe we'd been somewhere screwing chicks. I gladly let the conversation drift to matters sexual, since it seemed to be on his mind, and before long, well, things were stirring in both my crotch and his. As I got harder, his eyes got wider, and they weren't on my face, believe you me.

"I could also see plainly that mine was not the only swelling meat in the room. Finally, I had to call his bluff. I said something like hell, all this sex talk was making me horny, and I was afraid I'd have to jerk off. He stammered that he was getting a boner, too, which I already knew, so I just flat out asked him if he wanted to do it together." Larry chuckled. "I didn't have to ask twice. I swear that fucker was buck naked in one minute flat. And hard as a fence post."

"Nice dick?" I asked, realizing I had never actually seen Danny fully naked.

"Very. Kinda like Timmy Pollard's, not huge, but a perfect fit on his body. Very.... But that's getting ahead of the story. Okay, we start to beat off, me on the bed and him on the chair, and he's staring at my cock and flailing his like he was on "Beat the Clock" and had sixty seconds to get off. Now what I had in mind was not watching him pump a load on our floor, so I said why didn't he come sit by me. He did, and I swear I could feel him shaking through the mattress. He was so wired I was afraid he'd explode, and I put my hand over his on his cock, stopping it and saying slow down.

"He groaned the minute I touched him, and the next thing I knew he had his arms wrapped around me, his face buried in my chest, practically sobbing. 'Oh, Larry,' he moaned, 'I don't know what to do.' I knew what he was going through. 'Don't worry,' says I, 'I do,' and I pulled his face up and kissed him.

"It was like all his bones melted at the same time. Before you could say "Danny's coming out' he had, and we were making love like it was going out of style tomorrow and we had to get it all in tonight."

"Uh huh. Just how far did Danny come out?"

Larry grinned. "Well by your definition, he ain't straight."

"Huh? My definition?"

"You're the one told me straight boys don't eat ass. And Danny was munching at mine like he couldn't get enough. Did pretty well at the front side, too. And by the time we really got going, he wanted me to fuck his ass, but he just couldn't relax enough yet for me. I could tell I was hurting him, so I stopped. I don't think that'll be a problem for long, though. That kid is hot to get screwed."

"Well, well. Did you talk about it afterwards? How's he reacting?"

"I think he wants to move in with us," Larry chuckled. "He had a bit of a surprising confession to make. Seems I was not quite the first man in his pants. Remember Alan? I wasn't the only friend he seduced last year." I raised my eyebrows in surprise. "Yup. Only a few times, at least so Danny says. The only problem for him was he really had the hots for me, not Alan. He didn't know Alan and I were making it, I gathered, so I told him the whole story, about me and Alan, my mind games with both of us, and your forcing me to wake up. Then he had another confession."

"You must feel like a priest."

"Hardly. He admitted that there was only one man at Bowler he was as turned on by as me. Happens to be my roomie."

"Shit! And all I was doing was working on a fucking paper that isn't even due for a week and a half!"

"Just as well. He said he's wanted to make it with one or both of us all semester, but he was certain we, quote, didn't mess around, end of quote. But he could never have gotten up the guts to approach us or start anything together. Now that he knows the score, he can't wait to get both of us in the sack. So let's just say I was in the right place and at the right time to break the ice."

A slow smile widened my face. "Larry? How many times did you and Danny climax in this torrid little session?"

His look matched mine. "Just once each. We mostly talked."

I looked at my watch. "Roomie mine, I believe the old saying is: The night is young."

"I seem to have heard that one before, yes. Are you thinking it might be time to wake up our guest?"

"That is exactly what I am thinking."

We went back into the room, where Danny was still sleeping like a baby. Larry shucked his jeans while I stripped down quickly. He pulled me to him for a long hot kiss, which had both our cocks on the rise as he moved over to the bed. Sitting on the edge, he bent over, first kissing Danny's ear, then blowing gently in it. The lithe nude body stirred, struggling awake. He didn't immediately open his eyes, though. "Hmmm. Larry?"

"Yup."

"Thank God! It wasn't a dream, then."

"Nope," Larry chuckled.

"Hmmm. Can we do it again?"

"Hope so. But you'd better roll over, hot stuff. We got company."

"What!" Danny started, flipping onto his back with his eyes popping open in panic. I quickly scanned his bod. Larry was right, a very nice dick indeed. He saw me, registered my nude and very obviously aroused condition, and his fright ebbed, replaced by a grin when he looked back and forth from one to the other of us. "You bastard! Uh, I presume you two have had time to, um, discuss this?" We both nodded. "I ought to be upset, I think. But I'm not. I do have one thing to say, however."

"What's that, Danny?" I grinned.

"Both of you have ten seconds to get your big hot cocks in this bed so I can get my hands on them!"

"Why waste all that time?" Larry laughed as we converged on the bed and his naked body.

Danny was like a whirlwind of sexual passion. I thought about Tim and Larry getting me between them Sunday night and driving me crazy, but in this case it was Danny, even though he was usually in the middle, who was on the attack. He seemed to have as many hands as a family of octopi, and at least two or three mouths. I was impressed by his ability to take my whole cock all the way to the base, and had plenty of chances to admire it. Hell, he even managed to get most of Larry's throat-stretcher inside his lips. And while Larry attacked his hot young nuts, Danny proceeded to show me just how talented his tongue was in a man's asshole.

While he flipped himself back and forth, between us, around us, under us, we took turns gobbling his throbbing tool, and I knew what Larry had been about to say out in the hall. Danny Constantine had a dick that was made to be sucked. It was about six and a half inches long, nicely thick, and perfectly straight. I discovered it just fit perfectly in my open throat, and it was hard to say who enjoyed that discovery more, Danny or me. The kid was hotter than an August blacktop, and it wasn't very long before he was right on the verge of coming.

Larry was on his back, with Danny reversed over him, deep throating my stud roommate's immense pole while he thrust his own throbbing boner down into Larry's extremely talented mouth. I was kneeling behind him, prying his hot cheeks open with my hands and stabbing my wet tongue in and out of the quivering pucker of his hole. When I substituted a finger for my tongue, he moaned in passion around BC's jawbreaker cock and shoved his butt backwards onto my hand. I added a second finger to the first, feeling his tight chute spasm around the invading digits.

He raised his head from Larry's erection to gasp, "Oh God, yes! So fucking hot! Want you in me, Bill, want you to fuck me!"

"Yeah, man," Larry growled, pulling out from under him. "Screw that hot little butt off! Stuff your big meat up his guts while I feed him mine from the other end." He reached over to his bed table and handed me an open jar of Vaseline, obviously still there from his earlier attempt to penetrate Danny's virgin hole. I scooped out a wad on my fingers and soon had the lithe sophomore moaning in passion again while I thoroughly greased up his quivering anus. As I readied his butt for some heavy-duty fucking, Larry knelt at the other end of the bed, his mammoth cock right in front of Danny's face. Danny's moans were a bit muted after that, escaping around ten inches or so of hard meat.

When his spasming hole was readily accepting my double-digit manual fuck, I smeared more of the lube on my throbbing prick and pried his very fuckable buns apart with my hands. I aimed my stiff pole dead center in the puckered nut at the center of his butt, pushing down against the hot gate to his insides. At first, the virgin hole resisted, but Danny was definitely hot to get screwed! With a groan from the base of his stomach, he swallowed Larry's immense shaft almost to the balls, and pushed his ass back onto my cock. His whole body tensed when the flared head forced his sphincter open at last and the first two or three inches of my hard flesh drove into his rectum.

God, was that fuckhole tight! It gripped at my entering meat like a vise, in spite of the lube. I almost stopped and pulled out, thinking I must be killing the poor kid with pain. I froze, my dick only about a third of the way inside him, until he had a chance to adjust to the first hard cock to penetrate his butt. In a moment, he pulled off Larry's hard shaft and as he spoke, I could actually feel his anus relaxing, opening just a little more around my invading rod. "Oh, damn, stud! So fucking big! Like a fucking flagpole up my guts! Give it to me, Bill! Stuff my ass with your big cock!" So much for my worrying he couldn't take it.

With a wall-rattling groan of my own, I pushed again, and sank my entire prick home in that incredibly hot, tight sheath of muscle. The walls of his chute gripped my dick from the root to the tip as my balls flattened in the crack between his delectable cheeks. He sighed in pure lust while the shaft of man meat filled his guts like they'd never been filled before, and once more plunged down on the ten-inch horsecock in front of him. Larry's growls of pleasure told me that eight inches of hot dick in his butt was inspiring Danny to even more enthusiastic oral work on my roommate.

My own boner felt like it was cast in brass, and Danny's asshole was so tight I was afraid to move for fear I'd blast my load into his bowels before I even got started fucking him. I stayed plugged in to the hilt, my whole cock buried in his clenching hole, until both the spasms of his fuck chute and those in my dick ebbed, and I knew I could pump it to him without triggering an immediate climax. He moaned again around Larry's throat-stuffer when I pulled back, drawing all but the swollen knob out of him, then just plain went wild when I drove it all the way home again.

In a couple of moments, Larry and I both hit our stride, plowing our rigid tools in and out of Danny's doubly violated body from both ends. Every time I slammed my groin into his crack, driving my prick halfway to his stomach up his rectum, Larry thrust his hips forward too, pounding Danny's tonsils repeatedly with the head of his huge organ. And from the way Danny clung to Larry's ass and kept shoving his butt up to meet my pistoning assault, the kid loved every fucking minute of it. In no time at all, I could once again feel my nuts pulling up under my plunging shaft, ready to unload inside the hot sheath at any moment.

"Oh, God!" I moaned, "Too fucking much! Wait!" I shoved my throbbing cock all the way in and held it there, impaling Danny on it. "Wait, guys. Turn him over, Larry, flip him on his back so I can get to his dick while I pump his butt." Danny grunted his agreement as Larry drew his huge snake out of his slurping throat. We both grabbed his lean body, turning him on my cock like it was a barbecue spit skewering him. A minute later, Danny's legs were hooked over my arms, his knees shoved up to his nipples and his ass wide open.

"Yeah, Bill! Even better, man. Now I can see you fuck me. See that hot stud body slamming against me and driving your hot stud cock all the way up my hole. Do it, man! Fuck my goddammed ass off!" The kid was hotter than a cheap Georgia firecracker, and his cock was still rock-hard. I couldn't believe he was rampantly erect from his virgin ass fuck, but he was, and the head of his boner glistened with his own lube. The new position opened his butt even more, and soon I was deep-fucking him once again, my dick sliding in and out of the tight hole over and over, while Larry plopped his huge nuts right on his face, much to Danny's obvious enjoyment.

While he slurped at the mouthful of Larry's testicles and I explored new depths of his guts with my driving rod, I reached down to grab his steely erection, pumping it in my fist in time with my lunges inside him. Before long he was writhing under us, his body jerking as if it were electrified, and moaning constantly against Larry's scrotum. When Larry lifted the wrinkled sack from his lips, Danny's face was a mask of lust.

"Oh yes! Oh, God, I can't stand it! Harder, Bill, harder and deeper. Split me in half, hunk, fuck me. Gonna come any second, gotta shoot! Your fucking big cock is fucking a load right out of my... Arrgghh! Oh, fuck, yes! NOW!"

Head flung back, chest and abdomen heaving, he moaned in passion as the iron girder in my hand went off, blasting a fountain of hot sperm all the way to his shoulders. Larry wasn't about to let that hot load go completely to waste, and he swooped down between our bodies, capturing Danny's erupting shaft in his mouth just as the second bolt geysered out of it and his rectal channel spasmed around my thrusting cock, squeezing it as tightly as when I'd first entered him.

"Oh yeah! Take it, take it all!" I growled when I slammed my crotch into his, spearing him with all eight inches and my too long held-back orgasm exploded in the very deepest regions of his guts. Again and again my nuts clenched, every spasm spewing out a river of hot sap to flood his no-longer virgin manhole. I came like a stud stallion, jet after jet shooting out into his tight channel, until my balls actually ached from the force of climax. And every spurt from my cock was matched by another from his, with Larry swallowing like mad to keep up.

At last my balls were completely drained, and Danny's own explosive climax ebbed as well. Larry pulled up from his cock, come dribbling from his flooded mouth and running over his chin. "Jesus, man, you must have pumped through him. I swear I thought that was two loads instead of one!"

"Holy shit!" Danny sighed when he got his breath back, "I'll say. That was fantastic! I felt like my whole body was all cock and asshole. No! Don't!" He protested when he felt me start to pull up out of his battered hole. "Stay in me! Fuck me again! Fuck me all night long!"

"Believe me, Babe, I'd love to, but I think I lost one ball up in there. I am fucking wasted for the moment!" I couldn't believe he was ready for more!

But he was. As my softening hose pulled free of his still tight ass, he grabbed for Larry's still massively hard pole. "Then switch places! I want a cock inside me! Come on, B.C., your stud buddy's got me opened up and ready for this fucking telephone pole of yours! Stuff it in me and fuck my guts till I see stars, you big hot hunk!"

In the time I'd known Larry Joe, I had never seen him turn down an invitation to fuck, and he wasn't about to then, either. "You got it, hot stuff," he grinned, flopping onto his back on the bed. "Get your fucking ass up here and sit on it! Sit all the way down on my big hard dick!"

One thing about Larry Joe, his sexual instincts were dead on every time. For a kid who'd just had his cherry busted, that mammoth tool of Larry's was a tall order. But the way he'd suggested was just the way to do it. Sitting on it while Larry lay on his back would allow Danny to control the speed and depth of the fresh assault on his rectum until he could accommodate everything his old pal had to offer. And what an offer it was. Even though I'd just inundated Danny with a flood-sized load, the sight of Larry's cock rising like a redwood from his crotch was as much of a turn-on as ever. If Danny hadn't moved quickly, I'd have shoved him aside and sat on it myself.

The hot little Greek stud was wasting no time, however. He swung up onto his knees over Larry's middle at once, reaching under himself to grab the huge boner and aim it for his puckered hole, which was dripping with my load. He wedged the baseball-sized glans between his cheeks, and groaned again when he lowered his butt onto it. "Oh Jesus! I can't fucking believe how big it feels!"

"Hang on, stud," I breathed, grabbing for the Vaseline. Digging some out on my fingers, I reached between then to grease up my roommate's massive pole, working a generous amount into Danny's semen-damp anus at the same time. Both of the horny sophomores moaned in readiness while I lubed them up.

I kept my hand on Larry's big hot meat, keeping it aimed straight at the narrow chute, as Danny once again flexed his legs, shoving his ass downward. I had a front row seat, and believe me, the view was hot. The huge cockhead pushed against the muscle ring, forcing it inward, while Danny pulled his cheeks apart with his own hands and pressed down hard. "Unngghh!" he moaned when it forced him open, the leading wedge driving inside him. He still pushed down and two or three inches of the shaft followed the head into the depths of his chute. "Oh God!"

"Easy, babe, take all the time you need," Larry cooed, low and sexy, while he massaged Danny's chest and tits with his big strong hands. "Hot ass, babe! Hot as hell. Feels so damned good on my dick!" Danny gained another inch or so. "Oh yes! Sit on it man! Sit on that big stud cock!"

Danny sighed, flexed up for a moment until just the flared head was still gripped by his stretched sphincter. Then he slid down again, deeply sighing from the bottom of his gut while he impaled himself once again on half of Larry's enormous prick. "Oh, fuck, it's huge! Like a goddammed tree crammed in my... Ohhh!" Up again, pause, and then he moaned "Oh, fuck, yes!" and just sat down. All the way. His asshole slid down the greased pole in one long movement, until his buttocks were pressed flat against Larry Joe's crotch and all ten inches of the muscular blonde's incredible rod were sheathed inside his distended rectal passage.

Their mutual sighs of sheer pleasure merged while the Boa opened new territory inside Danny's guts. Danny threw his head back in ecstasy, and I knew just how he felt. The sensation of being completely filled with cock that Larry's fuck shaft could produce was impossible to describe, but once experienced, also impossible to forget. And from the look on young Mr. Constantine's face, he was in absolute fucking heaven. One thing for sure, he wasn't a virgin any more.

A long moment of just reveling in the feeling of Larry Joe fully inside him and then Danny cut loose. He was like a madman as he started to fuck himself on his classmate's horsemeat, rising and falling above the blonde stud's middle, every stroke jamming his guts with ten hard inches of cock. And Larry was into it just as much, pumping his groin upward to meet the descending butt when Danny's hole loosened enough to really let B.C. fuck the daylights out of his ass.

I stayed right where I'd started, watching the violent invasion of Danny's innermost regions from close range, and not just watching. My hands roamed all over Danny's delectable ass and Larry's crotch, feeling the soft flesh of those milky smooth cheeks, playing with Larry's heavy balls, adding to the sexual sensations for both of them. Danny was now pumping his ass faster and faster, really getting going as he took the entire thick length of my roommate over and over. He was moaning almost constantly, a stream of lusty moans forced out of him by the mammoth plunger pounding his guts. And Larry was just as turned on, that was clear.

"Damn, stud, that ass is fantastic! Tight and hot! So fucking tight around my big dick! Getting me hot, Danny! Your ass is driving me wild!"

"Yeah, man, fuck that hot ass! Tear me apart with your huge fucking cock! Fill me up, stud, give me your whole dammed cock and your hot dammed load, too!"

They were both feeling each other up but good, while Danny rode that impaling spear like his life depended on it. They grabbed each other's swollen nipples, pulling and tugging at the aroused buttons. Danny's beautiful cock, halfway between soft and erect, flopped repeatedly on Larry's flat abdomen, flesh slapping against flesh as it bounced up and down while he pumped his butt on Larry's shaft. In my fingers, I could feel Larry's huge nuts spasming and squirming, while Danny's hot snug chute worked on his dick.

"Shit! Gonna shoot, man! Gonna shoot my hot load all the way in you. Ride that cock, man, take every fucking bit of it. Oh, God, yes! Now! Gonna ... Ungh! ... Gotta. Oh fuck yes, I'm coming!"

His big hands grabbed Danny's lean hips, slamming the smaller boy all the way down into his crotch, burying his entire organ all the way inside his hot hole, and he moaned out loud. His whole body trembled, shaking like an aspen in a gale while he blasted his cream up into the very well fucked young college stud. Again and again, his hips and thighs flexed convulsively, and I knew he was emptying his balls into the tight channel of Danny's ass, adding his load to mine deep inside Danny's bowels.

Danny growled in lust while Larry pumped him full of hot sperm and the glazed look in his dark eyes told me the young man would remember this night for a long time. When he eased slowly off Larry's partly softened member, his asshole literally dripping come now, he tried to get up, but his legs were just too rubbery. With a grunt of satisfaction, he simply collapsed back onto the bed next to Larry Joe.

"You okay, hot stuff?" Larry Joe asked softly.

"Yeah," Danny grinned. "I'm not sure I'll ever walk again, but who the fuck cares? If I can't walk, I'll have to stay right here, and that suits me just fine!"

"Hmmm," I grinned, reaching down to fondle his shapely meat, which was pumped back to half erection from the man-sized screwing Larry had just given him. "Looks like part of you is just fine, that's for sure."

'Oh, God, Bill! Really, no more. I can't..."

"Wanna bet?" I replaced my hand on his hot dick with my mouth, as he groaned aloud. But he didn't really protest that much, and very soon he was caressing my head with one hand while I eagerly slurped at his newly reawakened erection. I could hear and sense Larry Joe making out with him as I worked on six inches of very suckable Greek meat, and I don't know if it was my roommate's exciting deep-tongue kisses or my active tongue, but in a surprisingly short time, Danny was avidly thrusting his steely hardness up into my suctioning mouth, and a moment or two later, pumping out a rich sweet portion of cream onto my palate.

Danny really did want to stay the night, but Larry just laughed and wondered what Tom would think if his roommate didn't come home. "Maybe he'll think I'm getting laid somewhere," the dark-eyed number grinned. "Which is just what I had in mind."

We finally managed to convince him we were both through for the night, but promised to get together again soon. I swear he was walking bow-legged when he left, but the satisfied look on his mug said it all. When we were alone, my still-naked roommate grinned at me. "That's two."

"Huh? Two what?"

"Two down in our campaign to screw the whole student body of Bowler College together. What do you think we ought to do, carve notches in the headboard?"

"Stud," I laughed, "at the rate you're going, both our beds would be kindling by Christmas break. I don't know if this place is ready for you out and sober."

Thursday, we stayed in, studied, and then screwed each other silly. Once again I went to sleep with the delightful sensation of ten inches of semi-hard Weaver cock filling my doubly flooded asshole. On Friday, Larry Joe was impossible. The party wasn't until nine, and we were meeting Tim at his place at eight-thirty. Beginning about six, Larry Joe asked me what time it was every fifteen minutes or so and changed clothes three times. I finally told him he looked fine, and if he changed one more time, I was going to throw all his clothes out the window and he'd have to go naked.

"Hmm," I chuckled. "Not a bad idea that, in fact. Certainly would liven up the party quickly. Seriously, though, you are drop-dead gorgeous as you are." He grinned and thanked me, but it was all true. As hot as Larry Joe looked out of clothes, he was a dammed good-looking dude in them, too. He'd finally settled on a pair of wheat-colored jeans that showed off his nicknamed asset to great advantage, and hugged his ass like I wanted to. It was still late-summer warm, even in the evening, and his light blue knit pullover shirt matched his eyes almost exactly. Timmy was right; this was going to be an entrance to remember.

When we reached his apartment, Timmy was also very approving of our debutante's appearance, and if I'd let him he'd have had Larry out of his clothes in a second. Larry was ready to head for Jerry Harlow's right that minute, but Timmy laughed.

"Oh, no. Sit your hunky ass down, stud, relax and have a beer. We aren't going anywhere for an hour or so."

"An hour? I thought you said the party was at nine!"

"It starts at nine, and a few die-hard party freaks may be there at nine. But you still have to learn about Lavender Time, particularly for parties. Most people won't show up till nine-thirty at the earliest. We are arriving closer to ten. There are going to be jaws hitting the floor all over that room when you walk in with us, babe, and the later we get there, the more jaws there'll be to drop. You can't make your grand entrance until the audience is assembled, hump."

"I see," Larry Joe grinned. "Okay, so I wait to make a splash. Then how come we got all these clothes on still? We've got time for a quick one." Tim and I both howled, cutting him off. I was still laughing when something Tim said half- registered in the back of my mind.

"You may want to save that for later, big boy," the lithe redhead smiled. I didn't really think about it at the time, and when I remembered it later and started to ask him just what he had meant, he and Larry were talking about something else, so I let it drop. I would find out exactly what he meant later that evening.

Finally Larry couldn't take it anymore, so at a quarter of ten, we headed off for Jerry's. This was my "introduction" to the Gay scene at Bowler, too, of course, but to say that my roommate overshadowed me would be putting it mildly. The party was clearly in full swing when we arrived, that was clear from the thumping music emanating from Harlow's apartment, but Jerry happened to be close to the door when Tim pushed the bell, and opened it himself.

"Timmy! Come on in, man!"

"Hi, Jerry. Jerry, this is my old friend, Bill Toomey, who has just transferred here." I said hello and stuck out my hand as we entered. The good- looking college boy took it, but he had already discovered the third member of our party, and his eyes were noticeably widening. Timmy just grinned as he went on. "I guess you might know Bill's roommate Larry..."

"Larry Joe Weaver!" Jerry finished for him. "I don't believe this. I mean .. I didn't know ... you mean he's, uh, you're ... I..."

"Jerry, dear, you're babbling." Timmy giggled.

"Hi, Jerry. Hope you don't mind my tagging along with these two." Larry Joe turned it on, the smile of death. I half expected Jerry Harlow to melt down like the Wicked Witch when Dorothy hit her with the water.

Jerry looked from Larry Joe to me, then back at Larry. "You're roommates?" Larry nodded. "Just roommates?" Larry grinned wider, shrugged and waggled his hand in front of him.

"Very close roommates. Very."

"Holy shit. I never dreamed you were gay."

Larry Joe laughed, and winked at me. "Someday maybe I should tell him how appropriate 'dreamed' is in that context, right? So, Jerry, we gonna stand in the door all night? Timmy here tells me your parties are the best in town."

Jerry was recovering. "It will be tonight! Come on in, guys. I want to introduce you two around myself."

The next half-hour or so was a long replay of the scene at the door. Timmy had been right, if Larry Joe wanted his coming out to have maximum effect; Jerry's party had been tailor-made. The news of his arrival coursed through the three crowded rooms of Jerry's apartment like a brush fire in an August drought. Wherever Larry and I went, the other rooms were suddenly less crowded. It seemed like every gay man at Bowler knew my roommate, at least by reputation. Larry handled it beautifully, not making a big deal out of it, just being his usual friendly self, and gradually it calmed down. Jerry and Timmy didn't forget I was there, and like that first night in the Tube with Larry and his buddies, I was introduced to more people than I could possibly remember all at once. The crowd was larger than I'd really expected, and I wondered just what percentage of Bowler men was gay. No wonder the co-eds all had that vaguely desperate look in their eyes.

There were a few men I already knew by sight, including a couple I had classes with. And some of the passing glances I'd exchanged on campus that I suspected were cruises turned out to have been. There was a hot little brunette who lived in the dorm right next to mine and Larry's that I'd been half-cruising all semester. Timmy introduced us, his name was Mike something-or-other, and from the merriment in his dark eyes, I was pretty sure my interest had been returned.

It wasn't Timmy but Jerry who introduced me to someone else I already knew about, so to speak. Dean Gould was just as attractive as Timmy had described him, and I knew he was flat out flirting, from the moment we met. Another guy named Richard joined us, however, and led Dean away a few minutes later with a somewhat possessive arm around his shoulders. I wondered if he'd have any better luck holding onto the cute little dark-eyed hunk than Timmy had.

When we could occasionally get by ourselves for a moment, Larry Joe was like a kid being allowed to stay up with the grownups for New Year's Eve for the first time. He already knew a lot of the guys there, of course, some fairly well. But he admitted to me there were only one or two he'd been relatively sure about before that night. And a few who really surprised him.

"Like Johnny Akers. See him, the good-looking blonde over there in the green shirt?"

"Uh-huh. Met him a few minutes ago. Nice guy, and he is hot."

"I'll say. But he drives a red Corvette convertible, and there always seems to be a real foxy chick in the rider's seat. I swear I thought he was the biggest ladies' man on campus."

"Maybe he's bi," I laughed.

"Not from what I've heard tonight," Larry grinned lewdly. "You think he's hot, huh?" I nodded. "Hmmm. wanna try for another notch in the old bedstead, partner?"

I laughed. "Weaver, you are too much."

"Babe," Tim Pollard came up beside us, "If you are discussing your roommate's endowment, there is no such thing as too much!"

"Tim, you're a slut. In fact, I was talking about his lust. He's trying to talk me into a joint pass at Johnny Akers."

Larry Joe mock-punched my arm, but Timmy just smiled mysteriously. "Hmmm, I'd bet you next week's allowance John wouldn't turn that offer down. You may get your chance later, if he's invited where we're all invited."

"You want to translate that into our language?"

"Follow me." He managed to get us into a relatively quiet corner of the second room. "Like I said, Jerry's parties are the biggest and most fun in town. But there's another, more select invitation list that isn't as easy to get on. Jerry's bashes are come-one-come-all, that's why it's always BYOB. See the tall guy over there, dark hair?"

Larry Joe and I looked. The guy was classically handsome, almost too movie star chiseled for my particular tastes. I hadn't met him yet, but Larry knew him. "Tom Parker, right? Senior?"

"Senior last year. Graduated, still living here, works in a real estate office now. Tom throws parties, too, but for a handpicked small crowd. And the principal party activity is not dancing."

Larry looked quizzical, but I smiled. "I gather it isn't Charades, either."

"Nope." Timmy leered.

"Hey, you guys, remember I'm still new to this. What are you talking about?"

"Larry, babe, I knew it was a good idea to bring you to this party. Tom Parker gives orgies, real orgies. Usually about ten to twelve men, check your clothes and your inhibitions at the door, and anything goes after that. I have only been included in one of these hot soirees, and have been dying to be asked back since. Tonight Tom pulled me aside said he was having a few friends over to his place after this party winds down, and by all means I should come. And, of course, bring my two friends with me."

Larry was goggle-eyed. "Me and Bill."

"You and Bill, right. I suppose I could be miffed at the thought that I was only being invited to an orgy at Tom Parker's because you two came with me, but Honey, if it's half as much fun as the last time, I'd go if he asked me to bring Lassie."

"Well, pal," I grinned, "looks like your debut is a success."

"Am I ready for this? Betty Weaver's little boy Larry Joe invited to an orgy? A real honest-to-god orgy?"

Quickly, I groped the crotch of his jeans. As I suspected, the B.C. was more than a little swollen. "I think you're ready," I laughed.

A kid named Bryan came up to us. This was the friend of Timmy's who'd spent his freshman year drooling over Larry Joe in the gym showers. We'd all already had a laugh about it when Tim had introduced him to us. "I saw that, Toomey. No fair, you can grab him anytime, so don't try to monopolize him when he's out in public. Say, hot stuff, wanna dance with a horny college kid?"

The last was to Larry Joe, who grinned. "Sure. Know where I could find one?" Bryan just made a face and took Larry's free hand, pulling him toward the other room, where that fall's hit dance song was booming from the speakers. Larry managed to hand me his beer can as he was led off.

Tim took me over and introduced me to Tom Parker, whose very nice body and sexy deep voice made me more attracted to him than I had been. He confirmed the invitation for later, not specifically mentioning the nature of the party; it seemed to be assumed I already knew what the invitation implied. He made me believe he genuinely wanted me to come, but he did confirm that Larry would be with us.

Tom said he'd let all his guests know when he was leaving, so we could follow, but it would be a while yet. Jerry's party was just hitting full stride. I went to get another beer, and just mingled for a while. As a new face myself, I was getting some very pleasant attention, some of it just hospitably friendly, some of it with a definite undercurrent of more than just welcoming a newcomer to Bowler. I had gotten two outright offers of sex by the time Larry Joe re-appeared at my side. One of them from Johnny Akers, whom I had decided, was very attractive. I managed to drop the hint that my roommate and I had been known to share more than a dorm room, and he was very clearly receptive to that idea.

"Bill! Wondered where in hell you were." Larry was flushed and a bit sweaty- damp. I'd seen him on the dance floor, with a couple of different guys. I'd been looking for him, too, and handed him the beer I'd gotten for him.

"Just making the rounds. You seem to have been occupied." I grinned.

"God yes. I haven't had this much fun at a party in ages. The problem with being queer and pretending you're not is that it leaves you pretty much in limbo. I wasn't interested in girls, and wouldn't admit I was interested in boys, so who the hell was I going to dance and party with?"

"Now you're learning."

"Tell you something else, pal. There's more than a few guys here I'd like to do more than dance with, too."

"That reminds me. We can't make a pass at John Akers."

"Why not? He got a steady lover or something?"

"No, it's just too late for one of us to make the pass. He beat us to it." Larry Joe's grin widened. "He asked if I might be interested in fooling around. I allowed as how I definitely might be, and that you weren't bashful either. I think he liked the idea."

"Hot damn! You make a date?"

"No, but Johnny made sure he knew where we lived. How do you think you'd look in a Corvette, stud?"

"Sexier than those fish he usually hauls around."

I chuckled. "You've been taking language lessons."

"Lord, I need to! Does Berlitz offer a crash program in Gay? Oh, that reminds me. Does 'water sports' mean what I think it does? In a sexual context, that is." I nodded. "Thought so," he grinned wickedly. "I wonder if our buddy Timmy knows Jack Dayton? From something I overheard, I think they might hit it off. Say, Roomie, wanna dance?"

"Thought you'd never ask." Larry Joe was as uninhibited and showed as much natural talent on the dance floor as in bed. He used that muscular body of his well, looked damn good, and was obviously having a fine time in the process. I enjoyed dancing with him a lot. In fact, I enjoyed almost everything with Larry Joe Weaver, which I had to be careful about. If I let myself, I could develop a real case for the big stud, and he was clearly not ready for settling down.

When we came off the floor, we ran into Johnny Akers. The wiry blonde smiled at us. "You two look hot dancing together. Two big studs. I like big men." He left no doubt that he didn't just mean the fact that both Larry Joe and I top six feet. "You got plans for tomorrow night?"

Larry grinned. "My, that's direct. I like a man who comes right to the point."

John's grin was slier. "Well, I was actually thinking of dinner." He paused just long enough to let the blush start to creep up my roommate's fair features, then added, "First, anyway. But we can't spend all night at dinner."

"Sounds good. Anyplace in particular?"

"There's a new Italian place in Madison that has a good rep. Rumor says the food is good and cheap, and the wine is just cheap. I've been meaning to try it. How about you two joining me?"

I looked at Larry, who nodded. "Fine," I said.

Larry Joe's eyes twinkled, and I could tell he was planning to get back at Johnny for making him think he'd presumed too much before. "Hmm. Saturday night. You mean you don't have a date with one of Bowler's lovely ladies this weekend, Johnny?"

"Touché." Akers just smiled. "I'm not playing the cover games as much this year. Got to be too much hassle. With the car, it was all too easy to get dates, God knows. The amazing thing was, I could have had all the pussy I wanted, without trying hard. What was difficult was coming up with an excuse to take them home and still have time to drive to Madison before the bar closed."

"Madison?" Larry asked.

"You haven't been to the Blue Room yet?" Larry shook his head. "Bill, have you?" I also said no, that Tim had told me about it, but without wheels I hadn't gotten there. "All right! I have wheels, and tomorrow night after dinner, I will show you both the local gay bar. Remember, though, I'm your ride home," he grinned.

"Even if I meet the man of my dreams?" Larry was obviously teasing.

"You already have, hunk. You're going to dinner with him tomorrow." Johnny shot back.

"With advance billing like that, screw dinner."

"No, sexy. Dinner we eat. Screwing we save for later."

Larry Joe was in his element. He was by nature friendly and open, and I'd noticed around the dorm that he got to know everyone and assumed that anyone was a friend until he was given a reason not to. Here, with the rest of the crowd just as eager to get to know him, he was instantly Mr. Congeniality. And since I was with him, I plunged into the Gay social scene at my new school just as thoroughly, and loved it.

We were having a good time, and I was just pleasantly buzzed, not at all drunk but nicely high, when Tom Parker managed to snare Larry and me at the same time. "I'll be heading home in about twenty minutes, and the rest of the guys a bit after. Say in forty-five, about twelve-thirty? You and Timmy don't have a car right?" We said no, and he thought. "I'll see you get a ride, but just in case, I live at Carroll Gardens, in apartment B-10. You know where it is?"

"Out off the highway, just past the mall, right?" Larry said.

"Right. Uh, this may be a little late, and blunt, but I have to ask. I hope you can both be, um, discreet."

I smiled. "I know I can, and this one was so discreet he didn't even tell himself he was gay." Larry punched me again, but they both smiled.

"Good. I have invited a couple of guests who aren't here. They have their own reasons for not wanting to be seen here, or have it widely known that they, uh..."

"Got it." Larry said.

"Fine. Now, let me spread the word and see if I can find you a ride. See you soon." He moved off.

"Toomey?" Larry Joe said, looking around the room.

"Uh-huh."

"Don't get me wrong, fellow, I still want to fuck around with a whole lot of these hot men, but I think I love you, guy. In fact, I know I do."

"That's nice." I didn't dare say anything else.