At the frat house the hard part was making it to Grange's room and it was a bigger shambles than my own room. There were piles of clothes around the room. Some looked clean and others looked pretty rank. There were socks on the floor, on the dresser, and underwear was just as liberally spread around.

My worry about the condition of his room and about how he treated his clothes, defied my absence of clothes. I'd walked through the house, in front of people I didn't know, naked. Any judgement about Grange or the condition of his clothing was filtered through that experience.

The other thing that had my mind on more essential concerns, was the ache in my loins. For the first time it would be met with some serious satisfaction and that prospect had me excited beyond words.

"You can put your clothes down. I promise they won't get lost in here. I know mine when I see them."

"You have this place all to yourself?" I asked, thinking it fairly large for one student.

"Not if I can help it. Come over here and let me get a closer look at you," Grange said, sitting on the edge of his bed.

I dropped my clothes and moved toward him. His eyes never left my dick, and my dick pulsed and swayed from the motion and in anticipation.

He had his hand on me, pushing down in a firm grip, until his fingers were in my pubes, linking up with my balls. He squeezed gently, creating a release of dripping clear liquid. He kissed the tip of my dick to stem the flow. My knees bent a little, as I put my hands on his head, moving the headband off of what proved to be a thick crop of hair, while he kissed my swollen darkening flesh.

"You got yourself quite a prodder here, Clete ole buddy."

"I guess," I said, feeling a bit faint with him using his hand to feel my erection as he admired it.

"Yours is a thick one. You got some hot veins. Quite a piece. I bet the ladies love you?"

"Ladies?" I questioned.

"I mean if you're into that sort of thing. They like my long slimmer version quite a bit but most of them say the fat ones take them where they want to go."

"Yeah," I said, wanting him to move the ball down the field toward more ambitious territory.

"What do you like, Clete?"

Grange sat up straight. His dick hung down over his balls, still plenty hard but not erect enough to standup. He had a bushy lap and his balls were hairy. The blond hair on the top of his legs wasn't thick, but it was plentiful. My own pubes were darker but didn't spread out. My balls didn't have any hair on them at all and they hung down enough to swing when I walked naked. His balls bunched up and his dick conformed to them as it hung down over top of them.

"Everything," I said, remembering my last experience and feeling inadequate once I'd revealed the truth to a stranger.

"You want me to get it ready and you can fuck me?" Grange asked, sounding like it was what he was looking forward to.

"I'd like that," I said, knowing it was what I wanted to do to him, while I followed him up the stairs, while watching his firm ass undulating.

The sensation when he swallowed my dickhead about blew me away. I about blew him away and had to catch myself, fighting back the climax that was about to collide with the back of his throat.

He eased off just in time, squeezing my balls, and looking up at my face. I swallowed hard, pinching my own ass hard enough to hold back the orgasm as I was ready to explode.

"Not, yet, babe. Ease up a little. You are a hot one. You really like that, don't you?" he said, seeing my chest heaving and feeling the pulsing in my dick.

"Yeah," I said, trying not to gulp my air but my chest was pumping air like I was in the middle of a big game. I was sure he could hear my heart pumping.

"I've never been with a boy as ready as you. It's usually a little like they want to try it but not think about it."

Grange leaned to pick up a condom, opening it with his teeth, and licking the top of my dick as he began to roll the rubber in place. It gripped me firmly and increased my excitement. Before the operation was over he was spreading a thick lube on it.

"Okay, what position do you like?"

"Whatever you want," I said, hoping for something uncomplicated.

"You are a boys dream date. Sit in the chair. Let me get the clothes off there. We can start there so I get use to that fat sucker being up there."

He moved me to a chair and swept the clothes onto the floor. He sat me down and moved his hand to spread my legs a little bit as I sat there.

Holding my dick steady with one hand, he put the other over my shoulder as he began to sit down on me. I'd never been harder and my dick throbbed in his fingers, even before there was resistence. My head throbbed against the hole as he applied downward force to overcome the resistence.

I became immediately short of breath. My chest pumped air at a quickening rate. I went back to feeling faint and dizzy.

He was more interested in what was going on under him than with how I was taking it. He seemed dedicated to the rear entry he was attempting. There was no doubt he'd accomplish his mission. He'd done this before and seemed to become more determined as some progress was made.

There was a lot of pressure on the dickhead. There was an unfamiliar pain as well as an overwhelming pleasure that kept me off balance, as I waited to see where it would lead.

Something gave unexpectedly and I felt a tight sheath holding onto my shaft, just below the thick ring that separated it from the head. I felt like my dickhead doubled in size and pleasure as I felt that tight ring move ever so slightly downward.

Much to my alarm, he stopped moving as our compromising position was taking me somewhere I'd never been before, but I was ready to keep going and never turn back. I'd found what I liked and it just kept getting better.

If he hadn't stopped his slide, I might have shot that condom up inside him so far he'd never have gotten it back. My cock felt like a cannon. It was one instant from firing. I couldn't turn back but he had me taking a time out.

He hung there like some master magician levitating on the top of my dick, or he was letting it hold him up. At that point I couldn't be certain of anything, except I thought I might die from a flood of unfamiliar feelings. My heart felt like it might explode. My dick was right there to. I had my arms around him, feeling his flesh, as he suspended activity.

"You okay?" he asked, panting the words as if he were hanging on the edge of a cliff.

"Yeah," I said.

"You are thick. I almost blew a load on your chest, big fella. Had to catch my breath," he confessed, going back to holding me in place as he eased further down my shaft.

"Oh yeah, you do fill a boy up."

The tight grip his ass had on me was ever so slowly working down toward my balls. He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around my neck and pressing his chest against my face, moaning as he got all of me inside of him.

"What a dick. That's got to be the fattest one ever," he said to himself, as he hugged me tight.

"I figured we'd need to start off this way. Letting you climb on top would have been a certain recipe to rip me a new one. Too much fun to be had back there to put it out of business for one quick thill.

"If you want to stand up and move over to the bed, you can rock and roll. I'm adjusted to big Ben down there. I want all you got."

"Yeah," I said, having no trouble standing up with his modest weight not being a problem.

He had me stay inside him and put him down on his back so I was standing with his knees bent over my shoulders as he was on the bed.

No one had to draw me a map and I was quick to find a rhythm that worked. I was closer than I wanted to be and one wrong thrust, or too fast, and I'd have been loading up that rubber without taking time to enjoy the benefit his ass was providing me.

He put his hand on the top of my thigh to keep me from picking up speed. As I came out, all but the head, he'd make me stop before allowing me to sink back inside him. This speed worked in getting me back in control of the operation. I let the slow motion fuck continue for some time.

He eased backward on the bed each time I pushed forward, until my knees were on the mattress. Soon he had his feet flat on the bed on either side of me, picking up speed without Grange directing the action.

I fought a premature finish to the festivities. I was a passionate bull, fucking for all I was worth. The harder I fucked the louder he moaned, twisting his head from side to side.

His dick took on thicker dimensions, flopping on his stomach, not hard, not soft, as his delicate fingers examined it with more and more dedication as the speed of things picked up, until I shook his body with each thrust.

The tight hold he had on my dick eased up enough to furnish a delightful massage. I got my knees up behind his legs and I leaned in to use this new leverage to intensify my drive toward success.

My chest moved further down, until it rubbed against his as he became more agressive with his own dick. His head continued to roll back and forth as he seemed to be in some other place or maybe possessed by some satanic force.

I was reaching some kind of peak that I'd never approached before and the closer I got the harder I had to hump him so I didn't risk losing the progress we were making together. I lost track of where he left off and I began.

It was obvious that whatever I was doing he wasn't about to call it off. I was overcome with a desire to get my lips on his. It just happened and he resisted my attempt to nail down his mouth to get mine on it.

When he finally ralized I had him pinned under me and he could resist no loner. His face stood still for an instant. Our eyes locked. Our lips met and I met Grange on my terms. I took charge and gave him all I had to give.

Our mouths became the source that joined us completely. At first he was resisting my tongue's deep exploration before his arms wrapped around me and he pulled me tightly against him as our kisses intensified. He held my head so my face couldn't leave him. We were cemented together. The heat of love sweat out of our twisting churning bodies.

It was one last thrust that took me beyond any ability to control myself, as my drive for relief ended with me pumping out as much cum as I'd ever shot. Even after a minute or so, my body twitched and jerked with spasms of love. It wasn't enough to stop the kisses.

I'd never been as alive as I was there in Grange's bed that afternoon. Once I'd finished, I became a lump on top of him and inside him.

Our kissed lost their passion. He matched me in intensity of breathing and with an occasional spasm. I'd felt his flow of sperm greasing us even more completely.

There was a gasp for air, his or mine, I can't say. We were a mess and I'd never felt as glorious as I felt there with him. There was nothing to compare with this experience.

"Hey, Granger, old buddy of mine. Your girlfriend is downstairs wanting to know why I won't let her come up. Telling her boys will be boys doesn't seem like a good idea."

"Shit," Granger said, slidding out from under me in a flash, wipping himself on the nearest clothingl as he dove for a pair of shorts. "Come on. Help me out here, Clete. My reputation is on the line. There is no way to explain you to her."

He tossed me my shorts and I pulled them on without mentioning the abrupt end to it all. I remembered my shoes were still down stairs.

"My shoes?" I said.

"Yeah! You go down first. I'll tell her I was in bed. It's not really a lie," he said, smiling as if that was important.

He kissed my cheek as I headed for the door.

"Nobody's ever fucked me like that before, Clete," he said.

"Yeah, well, you were okay. Glad to do it for you," I said, a bit hurt and wanting to slap him for making me feel cheap, but insulting him made me feel okay.

"Call me, Clete. I mean it. I want to see you again. I've never been with a guy as good as you."

"I'm pretty busy. I'll try," I said, heading out in the hall and searching out the bathroom to relieve a wicked bad piss I had to take.

When I went down stairs, Grange had his headband back on and was arm and arm with a very attractive dusky chick that looked like she could kick his ass if he crossed her.

I smiled at her as I passed, shirtless, shoes in hand, and the rest of my clothes in my hand. She checked my body closely and smiled back.

"See you, Grange," I said, not looking at his face.

It wasn't exactly warm and wonderful outside but I was warm enough to keep the cool fresh air at bay. I sat in my car and dressed, wondering what the hell had just happened. I really thought I was into something good but I ended up feeling cheap. I liked Grange but I wouldn't trust him with my jjock strap.

It left me feeling empty inside, not that I regretted having sex with him. I had nothing to show for it. Well, except for an erection that sprung up in my shorts as soon as I thought about how Grange made me feel.

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Consider This:

Judge Walker of the Prop 8 case in California is gay. Should this disqualify him from the case? Would being straight disqualify him? If he were straight and fancied female Cocker Spaniels, would that disqualify him?

Lt. Dan Choi, Arabic linguist, graduated West Point, member of Knights Out', has been called back to drill with his National Guard Unit.

How heroic is he? He fought the law, 'Don't ask, don't tell.'

Our gay brothers and sisters who challenge this law of ignorance, serve, fight, and die without their identity. Thanks.

Some armies in the ancient world were exclusively gay warriors, because they'd fight to the death for each other.

How much of our national budget is spent encouraging us to love one another?

How much is spent to wage war?

Why?

How long do preachers spend preaching love of your fellow man?

How much time do preachers spend preaching hatred?

Why?

Each human knows which is more beneficial to him.

The questions are,

Who gains from waging never ending war?

Who gains from preaching hatred for one's fellow man?

Why don't we reject those who do either or both?

What is it you believe?

Taz & Kodak might be able to answer some of those questions. They are working on it. They have a unique perspective you might find exciting.

I'll have books soon, if the snow stops, and the mail starts. Support Taz & Kodak and there'll be more books with each being unique, offering a different view of who is gay. I can only continue publishing books if the people they are concerned with support them.

Remember this, my friends. We are outsiders in our own land. The benefit is we are outside the propaganda and the indoctrination. We don't need to fall for it. We can resist. We can refuse to be indoctrinated. We are politically incorrect and aren't required to stay in line, staring at the asshole of the sheep in front of us.

You have the power. Don't play their game by their rules, when they don't even allow you to play as yourself. We've got our own game going. Come play with us. Stand up for your people, until we have our full civil rights.

Love & Peace,
Rick Beck


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