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Becoming the Man

By: Borntolust



Many thanks, once again, to tangentjoker for editing this story.

This story is about incest and contains an episode of non-consent sex.

Parts of this story are from my own experience. A woman I loved had the same hang-ups as the mother in this story. I wish I had handled it better.

The rest of the story is fiction; it is not an autobiography. 

I raped my mother, that's how it all began. I threw her down on her bed. I shoved my hard cock into her pussy. I fucked her hard. I plunged my stiff prick into her.

She was crying. Even as she, unwillingly, started to respond to my thrusts. The sobs and tears on her face did not deter me. I pumped my cum into her, into her hot cunt.

I had come home early from work. It was a summer job between graduation from high school and the start of college. I found my best friend, we had been buddies for years, in bed with my mother. Both naked, arms and legs wrapped around each other, kissing passionately. She had carelessly left her bedroom door open.

I went berserk. I told him to get out. I chased him from the bedroom. I threw his clothes after him. I watched, in a rage, as he fumbled into his pants. I pushed him out the back door to finish dressing in the yard.

I went back to my mother's bedroom. She had put on a robe. I found her standing at the bedroom door, distraught. I pushed her back into the room. That's when I raped her.

I left her on the bed, sobbing. I went to the kitchen. I found the whiskey bottle we kept in the cupboard. I poured a big drink, took a sip, then dumped the rest out. It wouldn't have helped.

I went back to the bedroom. She was still on the bed, lying on her side curled up, her face buried in her pillow. I could hear muffled sobs.

"Get up!" I told her. "We need to talk."

I went back to the kitchen. My rage was starting to subside, but not by much.

It was an hour before my mother appeared. Her robe was belted and closed to her neck. She sat opposite me at the table, silently.

"Would you like a drink?" I asked.

She nodded, still silent. She was looking down at the table, not at me. I fixed her a drink, a strong one, and brought it to her. I was a lot calmer. The wait had helped me over the worst part of the white knuckled rage. My emotions, however, were a mess of resentment, smoldering anger and self-pity. Overlaying everything was fear. Fear, not about the consequences of my actions, rather fear for myself. Fear about my reaction. The fact was I had gone off the deep end.

We sat, silently, for what seemed like hours. I finally forced myself to speak. "I shouldn't have done that."

She hadn't lifted her gaze from the table. She kept her eyes averted from me. I brought her another drink. She took a big swallow, her eyes still averted.

"I'll leave if you want me too," I said into the silence.

She looked up at me. A startled expression on her face. She broke down again, sobbing uncontrollably. 

"No! Not you, too. You can't leave me, you're all I have." Her speech was broken, disjointed. I had trouble deciphering what she was saying through her sobs. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." I was able to make out.

I stood. I went to her. I put my hand on her back. I rubbed her. I tried to soothe her. She turned to me, still seated, threw her arms around me, and pressed her face against my belly. She was wracked with tears as I helped her to her feet. She threw her arms around my neck, buried her face against my shoulder, and stayed that way as the sobs subsided.

"Why don't you lie down, Mom," I spoke softly to her, my rage had turned to shame and worry. Worry for her. I led her to her bedroom and helped her lie down. I sat on the side of the bed. I rubbed her shoulders and back until she seemed to doze off. I left her then. I looked in on her an hour, or so, later. She was sleeping.

I'm Edward, usually called Ed. I was eighteen years old. 6-1". 190 pounds. I was well built, but not very athletic. I worked after school, so I didn't have much chance to play team sports. Actually, I wasn't much of a team player, anyway. I did do some distance running. I was planning on college in the fall. But I didn't plan on any athletic activities there.

I had never been very successful with the girls at school. I was very shy, and the girls most interesting to me were interested in the jocks. I was almost a virgin. Maybe that is what made me berserk. I wasn't getting laid, at all, and my best friend was fucking my mother.

I only had a few friends while in high school. I now I had one less. By the way, I chased him down the next day. I made it very plain to him that if I heard anything about my mother there would be severe consequences. He knew me well enough to take it seriously.

My mother's name was Elizabeth. For friends she was Beth. She was an attractive woman, but not beautiful. She was beautiful to me, though. At age 38, she was 5' 5" and slim, weighing about 120 pounds. She has a nice butt and grapefruit sized boobs. Her silky, dark brown, hair was usually worn shoulder length. It had a nice wave. Her face was pleasant. All the parts were nicely proportioned. She was a friendly person with lots of friends.

Mom had been divorced for over five years. She had been devastated when my father left her. She hadn't thought their marriage was in so much trouble. The breakup came as a complete surprise to her.

I still got along ok with my father, but we rarely discussed his marriage to my mother. We rarely talked about my mother, either, except on a few occasions. I visited him regularly. He took an active interest in my education and other aspects of my life, too.

My mother had a lot of emotional problems after the breakup. It was a couple of years before she pulled herself together, got a job, and started to live life again. During the period immediately after the breakup, she doted on me. At first I was put off by all the attention. However, my father told me I should watch out for her, give her love. 

"She's having a hard time," he told me, "don't act like you are rejecting her." I think my father still cared a lot for her. It made the split harder for me to understand.

My father's words came back to me as I sat in the kitchen after getting my mother to rest. My mind was still a mess. Disjointed thoughts raced through my mind. Love for my mother. Shame for myself. Still, the smoldering anger. It was getting late when I finally ate a sandwich and went to bed. I looked in on my mother. She still seemed to be asleep.

I laid in bed and dozed off and on. I had lots of trouble getting to sleep. I was dozing when I felt Mom get in bed with me. I lifted my head up to look at her. She still had her robe on, closed to the neck. 

"I don't want to be alone," she said, "please hold me." I put my arm over her. She snuggled up to me. "I'm sorry," she said again. I was the one who should be saying that. We both fell asleep after a while.

I got up for work quite early. I considered calling in sick, but decided not to. Mom was usually an hour later than me.

I showered then went to my room to dress. As I was putting my clothes on, I saw my mother's eyes open, watching me. I sat on the edge of the bed and put my hand on her shoulder. "Are you ok this morning? I asked.

"I think so," she replied, "thank you for helping me."

I almost cried. "Please forgive me, Mom."

"I'm sorry too, Ed. I'm the one who should be asking for forgiveness."

She gave me a wan smile. "I need to get up if I'm going to make it to work."

"We'll talk this evening," I told her. "I love you."

"I love you," she replied.

Work drug on through the day. I didn't think that it would ever end. Mom was in my thoughts almost constantly.

We talked a little that evening, but a lot didn't get said. My mother told me she and my former buddy had been flirting for several months. When I caught them was the first time they had ever got so far. 

"I've been very lonely since your father and I broke up. I've missed having a man in my life," Mom said, "but, that doesn't excuse what I did."

"Mom, I'm so ashamed of myself," I told her. "I love you. I never wanted to hurt you."

We didn't talk much more that evening. Mom fixed supper for us. She made pot roast, one of my favorite meals.

We watched TV in the living room for a couple of hours. I said goodnight to Mom and went to bed.

About a half hour later, I felt Mom getting in the bed with me again. I looked. She was wearing her robe like the night before. 

"Hold me," was all she said. I put my arm over her. I hugged her tightly as she snuggled up to me.

In the morning I woke up spooned to my mother's back. My dick was hard and nestled in the crack of her ass. As far as I could tell, she was still asleep. I eased out of bed, pissed away my hard-on, and went to the kitchen for coffee. I was still aroused even if I had gotten rid of my boner.

When I went to my room to dress, I saw Mom watching me again. 

I sat on the bed and asked, "How are you this morning?"

"Ok, thank you again."

"I'll see you his evening. I love you." I bent to kiss her. She lifted her face, kissing me on the lips. 

That evening we didn't talk about what had happened. Mom made another good dinner for me. We watched TV in the living room. I said goodnight and went to bed.

I lay awake, wondering if there would be a repeat of the last two nights. My mother seemed more composed, but it was hard to tell what she was thinking. Things turned out to be almost a repeat of the previous two nights. She slipped into bed with me, in her robe again. Almost the same words, "Hold me." I felt like I owed her, I needed to help her get over what had happened. I had a penance to perform. 

I woke up with a hard-on again. As the morning before, I was spooned up to the back of my mother. My cock was nestled in the crack of her ass. This morning, however, my hand cupped her breast and was covered by one of her hands.

It was a Saturday. I didn't have to get up. Neither did mom. Unfortunately, habit is strong. I usually got up at the same time no matter what day it was. I eased out of bed trying not to wake her.

I sat in the kitchen, drinking coffee, and wondered what I should do. I was only eighteen. Still, I wanted to act like an adult and not like the enraged child I had behaved like a couple of days ago.

Mother appeared after a while. She had the day off, too. I got her a cup of coffee. We sat at the table, silently, until she had finished her first cup. She never liked to talk until then. I got her another cup.

"Thank you again, Ed," she said.

"Mom," I said hesitantly, "you know what's liable to happen if you keep sleeping in my bed, don't you?"

She looked at me steadily. "I think I do."

I showered and dressed. Mom was still in her robe. She puttered around the kitchen and cleaned. I told her I was going to visit my father.

She looked at me, "There is no need to tell him what happened, Ed. We'll work it out between ourselves."

"I know, Mom. I hadn't intended to bring it up with him."

"Ok," she said. "I have to do some shopping, but I should be home by early afternoon."

I left to visit my father. I spent a couple of hours there talking about college, possible careers, and stuff like that.

I got home before Mom. I did a little housecleaning. I didn't mind doing my share. With my mother working, it took both of us to keep up. I was just finishing the bathrooms when she pulled into the driveway. I helped carry the groceries in as well as a few boxes from other stores.

We both worked at putting the groceries away. The other boxes she took to her room.

Mom asked me if I would rather go out for dinner, or order a pizza. I opted for pizza and called in the order. When it arrived, I poured us each a glass of wine. We both overate. Mom had a second glass of wine. I settled for one.

We watched TV again. Mom went to her room to change. She came back wearing her robe. As usual, it was closed tightly to the neck.

It was a little later than usual when I decided to go to bed. I said goodnight to Mom, then headed for the bedroom. She had given no hint about what she would do, but she hadn't given any clues the last three nights, either.

I lay in bed wide awake. I saw the door open. My mother entered in her robe. That night, she shed her robe before climbing into bed. That night, she wore a short, sheer, nightie. 

That night, she said, "Please make love to me, Ed."

I suppose I should have been shocked, I wasn't. A mix of feelings raced through my mind. Prominent among them, though, was elation. Elation, because it meant my mother forgave me for raping her. Elation, because it meant she loved me.

I pulled her to me. We kissed softly, at first. Our passion grew. Mom pulled her nightie off one of her breasts. She led me to it. She brought my face to her soft tit with its hardening nipple. She brought my hands to it to caress it and knead it. She felt my hardening cock. She pushed on the elastic of my shorts. She urged them over my hips. She pushed them down as I raised my hips to help.

I sat up. I pulled my t-shirt over my head. I kicked my shorts off my feet. I laid next to her. I fondled her breasts. We exchanged hot kisses. Our tongues twisted and danced. My hand on her pussy felt the juice seep between her swollen lips. My finger slid between them. I caressed her clit. I felt her hardening clit. It grew for me like a tiny dick.

My finger slid into her hole. I fingered her. I rubbed the walls of her hot pussy. I prepared the way.

Mom pushed me onto my back. She straddled me. She mounted me. She impaled her cunt on my hard manhood.

My beautiful mother leaned forward to kiss me. She also moved to give me her tit to suck on and to nibble. She kissed me with wet open mouthed kisses. She moaned with lust. She fucked me slowly and sensuously. Her pussy was snug on me but comfortable. As her passion built, she became more animated. She raised her body, until my cock was almost out of her, then slammed her body down on me. Our bare flesh slapped from the contact.

Her moans became soft cries. Her body quivered. She came in a rush. An orgasm raced through her. Another followed closely behind. She covered my face with wet sloppy kisses. 

"I love you," I heard her say, softly, almost too softly to be heard.

She laid on my chest as the peak of orgasm passed. I rolled her over so I was on top. I thrust into her. I drove into my mother's hot pussy. I willed her to cum and to cum again. I wanted to please her. I wanted to gratify her. I wanted to bring her happiness. I wanted to bring contentment into her life.

I fucked her hard. She responded. Her hips thrust. Her arms pulled me close. She wanted me to kiss, to suck her tit, and to kiss again. Her legs clasped over my ass and lifted her hips. I felt her rising to another orgasm. I held myself back waiting for her. I waited for the bliss of fulfillment to pour through her body.

I sent my cum into her cunt as she soared. She cried out in ecstasy.

We laid together. We slept together. We woke together. I went to the kitchen to start the coffee. Mom went to the bath in her room. I headed for the other one when the coffee was going. We met back at the kitchen. Both of us were in bathrobes. Mom kissed me even before her coffee. She smelled like toothpaste. It felt good. My elation was still with me.

When Mom finished her first coffee, I got her another cup. She talked then. 

"I didn't want Joe," she said. That was the name of my former best friend. "It was you I wanted. I'm glad you caught us before we actually had sex.

"I didn't think I could have you. I thought about how wrong it is. Joe was a substitute. 

"I don't care, now, how wrong it is. I hope you feel the same."

"Mom, I love you." It was all I could get out.

Mom cooked us a big breakfast. We ate, still in our bathrobes. Neither of us felt in a hurry to get dressed.

"I'm glad you wanted to make love with me last night," Mom said as we sat at the table after eating. "I was worried that you wouldn't want to."

"I'm happy, too, that I did want you," I told her. "I love you." I had been repeating those words often, I couldn't help myself. "I'm glad you can forgive me for what I did." I thought about what had happened the night before. My conscience wasn't bothering me. It was not like it had when I took my mother by force.

We showered separately. I would have liked to shower with Mom, but I didn't think it was time yet. I put on underwear, shorts (if it matters), with my bathrobe. I met Mom back in the kitchen. She was wearing a robe, too. I didn't know what she was wearing under it.

We puttered around the house. We made the bed in my room. Mom's hadn't been used. We cleaned the kitchen. We did things like that.

After we had lunch, we went to Mom's room to lie down. Neither of us had dressed. We were still in our robes. We laid together and embraced. Our kisses turned passionate. I pulled the sash on Mom's robe and let it fall open. She was naked. Her beautiful bare body was framed by the open robe.

I kissed her tits. I sucked her nipples. She held me tightly when I did. I worked my way down her body. I kissed her navel. I kissed her soft mound. I kissed her thighs. I kissed the seam between her body and her thighs. When my tongue touched her slit, she reacted. She pulled my head up. She turned her body away. She pulled her fragrant pussy away from me.

"No, don't," she almost shouted.

I was startled. I pulled myself away from her crotch to lie facing her. I stroked her softly, mindful of her mental state. 

"I'm sorry, Ed," she whispered. "I've never done that. Do you really want to?"

"I think I do," I told her. "I've never done it, either. I don't have much experience. I've heard about doing it, though. I've read about it. The idea of doing it with you is exciting. It's more than exciting. It's hot."

"Ed, I need to think. I can't right now."

We snuggled together and dozed off without making love. When I woke, I was alone and horny. I found Mom in the kitchen seated at the table. 

"I was just about to come back to bed," she told me. "Now that you're up, have some coffee. It's fresh."

I got a cup and sat with her.

"I've been trying to think of a way I could do what you want without reacting badly. I suppose I could have a few drinks. That, or, you could tie my hands."

"Mom, I don't want to force you, or coerce you, to do anything. Once was too many times. If you were drunk, it would be the same thing. Why don't you just relax and enjoy it?"

"I'd love to, Ed. I want to do the things that please you. The same things might please me. Who knows? I have some kind of hang up about it, though."

Mom paused and sipped her coffee. "I think I have to explain. This is what led to our divorce. My hang-ups about sex.

"When your father and I first had sex, I couldn't even let him touch my private parts. I wanted him to. I just freaked out when he did. We worked through that. I found his touch enjoyable once I got past that hang-up. There were other things, though. It was a major hurdle for me to get on top. I usually didn't even know I had an inhibition until I reacted. Some of my anxieties didn't show up until we had married. I was pregnant with you by then.

"The thing is, Ed, that once I was able to work past my phobias I enjoyed whatever it was they had been about. Unfortunately, there were some we couldn't get past. Oral sex was a big one. We both got very frustrated. After a few attempts, I flat out refused to try.

"Things were said that shouldn't have been. Your father thought I didn't love him. I thought only my body counted to him. We stayed together, but our sex life went downhill. Then, before I knew how bad things were, he had moved out and filed for divorce. I was too proud to try to work things out. So was he, I think."


Becoming the Man He was Meant to Be Pt. 01



Author's Introduction.

This is the first book in the chronicles of the life and loves of Anthony Madison. This is my first attempt at crafting a multivolume novel and I hope that I will somehow find the time to complete these chronicles with additional books. However, I believe this book stands alone as a complete story even though there will be a few lingering questions to entice the reader to anticipate future volumes. 

All sexual scenes depicted are between consenting adults at least 18 years old. The use of words such as kid, boy and girl is not intended to imply that any of the characters are underage. These are common terms that college age young adults use in referring to their peers. To artificially eliminate such terms would diminish the realism of the characters in the story.

Readers should know that a myriad of sexual situations are portrayed as the story progresses. Scenes including incest, S&M, bondage, bisexuality and homosexuality of both men and women are portrayed. If any of these are offensive to you or illegal in your jurisdiction please do not read further.

Finally this is a work of fiction. The characters in this story are part of a fantasy. Therefore, they do not have any concerns about diseases and unwanted pregnancies to deal with. There is no discussion of birth control, condoms or safe sex issues. Bad things do not happen in fantasy worlds. I in no way intend for my writing to advocate promiscuous or reckless sexual lifestyles. Please be as safe as possible in your real world sex lives. 

Prologue 

Ballmon College is one of the last vestiges of a once common tradition in American education. The small rural college of just over 2500 students admits only males. Even loss of federal funding could not persuade the trusties to change the over hundred-year long policy of not admitting females. The alumni are generous in their support of the school and the policy most of them heartily believe should continue. The bucolic campus is located in a remote rural area over a hundred miles from the nearest large population center. The nearest interstate highway interchange is almost 50 miles east of town. 

The town of Endeavor grew up next to the college and provides for the needs of the faculty, staff and students. Nearly the entire population of 8000 is associated with Ballmon. The faculty and staff live there. The businesses get much of their revenue from the college and its students. The town's older population tends to be living on retirement incomes directly or indirectly related to the college. In general the college and the town enjoy a symbiotic relationship inside a cocoon-like existence. 

Few outsiders have reason to visit Endeavor. It is far from the beaten track and few tourists or vacationers find their way to the town that seemingly has been forgotten by time. The one hotel's primary purpose is offering housing to visiting parents. The place is generally sparsely filled outside of move-in, move-out and visit days. Even then most parents opt for the more modern facilities of the highway side motels northeast of Endeavor. An occasional lost soul enjoys a night's stay in one of the old hotel's large antique filled Victorian style rooms. Those guests are mostly folks who get off the highway to enjoy a scenic country drive and find themselves lost. The charming town has a way of luring such visitors to turn happenstance into a pleasant evening in the type of town most only see in old movies.

Endeavor is a typical small-town with a broad tree-lined avenue at its center. The north half of the town's central artery is simply known as Main Street. The piece to the south of Elm Street is called College Boulevard. The road ends at the impressive main gate of Ballmon, which forms the entire southern boundary of the town. The remaining roads appear as a small grid-work placed amidst the patch quilt fields of the surrounding farms when viewed from above. Along College Boulevard and the south side of Ballmon Avenue across from the college's iron and brick fence are rows of large impressive homes mostly occupied by college professors and administrators. A block off of College Boulevard is the aptly named Fraternity Way. The eight houses there are no less impressive than the more visible homes of the main street. 

North of Elm is the central business district of Endeavor. The hotel is there along with the majority of other small businesses that serve the town and college. Over the years the business area has spread off the four blocks of main it originally occupied and now includes several side streets. Hungry students and townsfolk keep a large number of small cafes and restaurants in business as well as more mundane places like the general store and Sam's Hardware. McDonald's and its kin have yet to find Endeavor and if the town council has its way they never will. The town's loan gas station does a big business as students tend to do a lot of driving to seek more exciting times at the joints over by the highway. While the town's bars are cheap and not overly picky about ID's they tend to be quite places. Even those that have juke boxes offer little opportunity for dance partners.

One problem of having over 2500 young men at a college on the edge of a small town is the lack of young women in town. There are never more than a couple hundred unmarried women and the college boys have to compete with local guys for their attention. The joints out by the highway offer only a slightly better opportunity for opposite sex companionship. An option for those students that aren't lucky enough to connect with a local and don't want to settle for dates with their right hands is the town's not so well kept secret, the red light area. On the east side of main is a small street called Prospect Lane. The six houses built around the turn of the twentieth century, were once owned by the town's wealthiest citizens. That was before the college grew and brought so many testosterone laden young men to town. For a price a horny young man can get his needs taken care of in the bedrooms of the six brothels. Though prostitution is illegal, no arrests have ever been made.

The town's two police officers as well as the citizens look upon the prostitution as a public service. People want their daughter's to be safe and feel having so many randy young men can only lead to trouble. The houses are clean and safe. The whores' health is assured by regular visits to the town's small medical clinic. The town's police as well as the campus police who really do most of the law enforcement in town only go to Prospect Lane if they are called to handle an unruly customer of which there are few. There is little crime in town. The students are under a strict behavior policy which is vigorously enforced. Violations result in heavy fines for students, which even the richest of parents are loathed to pay and expulsions are handed out liberally in the few cases that require such action. The townspeople tend to be law abiding and for those who stray the local codes are as strict as the college's rules. The town's small jail seldom has customers, but for those who do find themselves on the wrong side of the law there is a long stay awaiting an appearance before the town magistrate. There is no bail and few creature comforts in Endeavor's jail. 

There is another not so well kept secret inside the cocoon of the small town and college. There are other ways that young men find to relieve sexual tensions. There is a large amount of same sex experimentation amongst the students of Ballmon College. Most believe it to be a natural part of growth and give it little concern except when the occasional student is caught with a cock in his mouth in some semi-public area. That is rare though as the remoteness of the area provides plenty of places to find privacy for almost any activity. 

Most of the students who engage in such experimentation leave same sex play behind when they leave Ballmon. They explain it away and some even suppress the memory thinking of it only as a fantasy they had. Some try to justify their actions. Such excuses as being bored with getting it from whores or not liking the country bumpkin girls in town are common. Others embrace the time as an exciting part of their past to be relegated to memory as they marry and begin to raise families and build their lives. For some it leads to life-long bisexual orientation and some discover their true sexual orientation is gay during their days at Ballmon. There are also some who know when they arrive that they are gay. Somehow word of the small schools open atmosphere toward gay sex gets known in places where the school is scarcely known at all. Just as many local girls find their husbands among the men of Ballmon and move away, many gay students find their life partners among their classmates.

There is one real secret in Endeavor. This secret is very well kept. Only those in the inner circle of a small group know this secret. Few townspeople would even guess the nature of the secret. No incoming student has ever heard even a whisper of this secret. Most alumni and current students never were privy to the secret. Only a select few Ballmon Men, as those who are privy to the secret refer to themselves, ever learn the secret. Those who know the secret are members of an elite society which is a kind of super fraternity. Membership in this particular society offers great rewards. Violating the trust by divulging club secrets is said to be severely punished. Since all club matters are secret it is not known if such a betrayal has ever occurred. 

The Elite Order of Ballmon Men or simply 'The Club' has existed for less than 25 of Ballmon's 140 years. It is housed in an elegant Victorian style mansion that sits on a knoll overlooking the town and college. It is part of a large estate that forms the western border of Endeavor. The estates owner and founder of 'The Club' is Anthony Madison, a Ballmon alum. Tony as he is known to everyone in town first came to Ballmon as a 20-year-old freshman. The now 45-year-old was orphaned when he was ten when his wealthy parents died in a plane crash. It would fall upon him to manage the investments and trusts that had provided for the last three generations of Madisons. His two sisters and younger brother as well as assorted cousins and untold future generations of Madisons depended on him. 

Book 1 -- Tony Comes into his Own.

Chapter 1 -- Tony Grows Up

Young Anthony was immediately placed in the hands of an army of tutors while a group of trusties looked after the family fortune. His tutors taught the usual school subjects and in addition taught him about the world of high finance. At 17 he took over the management of the Mad Millions as he called them. He proved to be more than competent and in six months the trusties fired themselves leaving Tony in complete charge of the job. College had never been mentioned for Tony. He had already been trained for his job and clearly did it very well. But he knew that there was much missing in his life. Friends and lovers not the least of what was missing. He was not a virgin; sex had been part of his tutoring and on his 18th birthday his guardian gave him a live-in prostitute. 

Tony slept beside the beautiful well paid woman and enjoyed sexual activities that most young men could only dream of. He always felt there was something missing even though he couldn't quite grasp just what it was he seemed to need. He did not believe it was merely that she was being paid to be his lover. He knew that there was something more causing his feelings. Most times he did not consciously think of her as merely a paid slut. She was his companion and sometime confidant. There was also a big advantage to his lover being a whore. It gave him complete freedom to experiment sexually. He quickly discovered his dominant sexual persona. He liked being in total control. He enjoyed indulging in rough physical activities and even occasional humiliation. His paid lover did anything he asked or demanded without complaint or question. Before he was 19 he knew he was and would always be a sexual dominant. It gave him great pleasure but there was something missing. Something he longed to discover and embrace as he had embraced sexual dominance.

However it was more than sex he was missing. He had not attended an organized school since his parents died. He had learned social skills from a tutor and was very good at interacting with people in the business world. But he did not know how to make friends. His only companions were employees and his whore. He was desperately unhappy. He also was becoming bored with his job. Managing the 'Mad Millions' was very easy for him. He was so good at it that by his 20th birthday he had grown the assets to over a billion dollars. At that time only a handful of families had that level of wealth. In addition, to a lonely social life and an increasingly boring job he loathed the crowded city. He reasoned that he hated the city so because it only reminded him that among millions of people he had no friends. 

Tony decided that a regular college experience was the way for him to learn things that his tutors could not teach. He knew that managing the family fortune could easily be done part-time while going to school. He also knew that with technology it could be managed from virtually anywhere on the planet. All that remained was for him to find the right college. He looked at all of the major prestigious schools knowing that he could go anywhere he chose. The size of the check that he could write to their endowment fund meant guaranteed acceptance. None of those schools felt right. He did not want to go to a large school and get lost amongst tens of thousands of students. Many of the smaller schools he knew were located in cities where he would still be lost in the crowd. When he was close to choosing a very small school in rural Maryland, he accidentally stumbled upon Ballmon. He liked the Maryland school's location away from the city but was concerned about its extremely small student body and limited curriculum 

Ballmon had more than double the students of the other college which allowed for a more diverse curriculum. It was even more remote and removed from city life which really pleased Tony. In addition, something told him an all-male student body was the perfect choice. The only problem was his age. He would be almost twenty-one before the new school year began. Ballmon tended to attract students directly out of high school almost exclusively. More over the in coming class was overwhelmingly from prep schools. Tony was young and rich but he was no kid and did not have daddy and mommy for support. Physically he was a very handsome, imposing, fully mature man. He could easily have been taken for being in his mid-twenties. Mentally, he was a mature business executive who had already succeeded among the sharks of high finance. He wondered if he could find friendships in a group of 18 and 19 year-old guys whose only concern was where they would get their next piece of ass. 

He put aside those concerns and wrote a million dollar check to the Ballmon scholarship fund. He wrote another large check to his bedmate so that she would not have to sell her body to another man while he was away. The next few months were filled with a lot of introspection and some doubt. He was giving up a luxurious easy life where anything he could want was at his fingertips for the austere life of a college student in the middle of nowhere. He was giving up the culture of the city for the hominess of the country. He could only assume few luxuries and little culture would be found in Endeavor. He was giving up a sex partner that quickly acceded to any demand for what he assumed would be the sex life of a monk. He was giving up all that was familiar to him in exchange for the unknown. He was giving up a large penthouse apartment to share a tiny room with an eighteen year-old smelly, farting guy. 

The idea of a roommate was the one thing that did not really concern him. In truth he had to admit to himself that it excited him in many ways. Some he understood, some he didn't. There was the hope for companionship and male camaraderie that he had never known. He knew that often college roommates became life-long close friends. He wanted that kind of friendship. There was something else that excited him and even invaded his dreams that summer as he waited for the day of his departure for college.  

He imagined seeing his future roommate naked. The thought intrigued and somewhat tormented him, especially when it caused sexual arousal. He imagined different looking men, but all were handsome and always there was their cock hanging down from a small bush of hair and fully exposed asses seemingly calling to him. He had of course seen other men naked in his life, mostly at the Downtown Athletic club in the locker room after exercising. Though he was naturally fit, membership in such clubs was a tool of business. He had never given much conscious thought to the naked men he had seen in the past. But these dreams and fantasies made him realize he had taken note of the bodies of these men in his subconscious. He could recall many of them as he thought back. In addition, the idea of being in so intimate a setting as a small bedroom with a naked man somehow seemed different than his locker room experiences. For the rest of the summer he avoided the club's locker room for fear of becoming aroused in the presence of naked men. He hoped that when faced with a naked room mate he would discover that his thoughts were pure fantasy and he would not become aroused. 

He did allow himself a small indulgence in the fantasy that summer. A few times while fucking his whore anally he closed his eyes and imagined he was fucking a man. He had fucked her in the ass many times before. He had pretty much fucked her every way a man can fuck a woman. But this was different; he had always known he was fucking a woman. But on these few occasions in his mind instead of his beautiful paid lover he was fucking a young man. He imagined that if he reached between his partner's legs, instead of a pussy he would find a pair of warm balls covered in soft fur and a hard cock twitching with excitement. In his head instead of the excited high pitched female moans that were filling room he heard the deep moans of a man nearing climax from having his prostate stimulated by the hard cock that was stretching his rectum wide open. Though he had cum in her ass many times, that summer was the first time he had dropped to his knees and licked his oozing seed as it leaked from her puckered sphincter. She squealed in delight at the pleasure it gave her not questioning his new behavior. He imagined going lower and finding a pair of balls to suck instead of a creamy cunt. Since the fantasy quickly faded away and his cock grew hard again while he licked and sucked the delicious female cum from her orgasming pussy he again assumed the thoughts were mere fantasy. He thought it was just a healthy erotic dream and not an indication that he wanted sex with a man in real life.

Finally, the morning of his departure arrived. Even though they had had a sexual marathon the previous evening he fucked her one last time. In a way it felt to him like the first time he had really made love to her. He knew she must have felt it also. She stayed in his bed while he showered. Before he could dress she begged him to let her suck his cock one more time. He agreed and she sucked and licked him with vigor until he fed her what little cum his body could muster. He had always been able to quickly recover sexually and deliver some cum even after many orgasms. She remained in his bed while he dressed, watching him and fighting tears. She stood as he prepared to leave. They had one last kiss, her naked and shaking, he fully dressed and anxious to leave. She told him for the first time that she loved him. Even though she was there because he had paid her she did love him and would have stayed with him for free at that point. He did not return her words even though he did feel something that he assumed was akin to love. He knew if he told her that he loved her he would not be able to leave her. He did not want to stay, he was anxious for his new life, and he did not want to take her with him. He left her a rich woman and she would likely soon find a new bedmate. That thought made him sad, but he could not ask her to wait for him. She however, planned to do just that.




Becoming the Man He was Meant to Be Pt. 01



Chapter 2 -- Tony's First Days at Ballmon

Tony's limo dropped him at the airport and his luggage was quickly whisked away by a polite uniformed black man in his fifties who received the biggest tip he would get all month from Tony's driver. The staff all knew that Tony wanted those who provided service to him to know he appreciated what they did. The only way he knew how to show his appreciation was with money. Tony strode through the airport oblivious to those around him as was his habit. The tutors could never taught him what life out in the world would have taught him. He never saw the way people looked at him. He never knew that he turned the heads of women and men alike. Tony is one of those people that are strikingly handsome and somehow act as if they don't know they are better than average looking. In his case it was not an act. He thought of himself as ordinary looking. After all he saw himself in the mirror everyday; that same ordinary face and body.

He was and is far from ordinary. At 20 he was in his prime and in peak condition for a non-athlete. He is a few hairs over 6'1". He lifted enough weights to keep his arms, chest and legs well muscled but not overly developed. His abdomen is taut and if you see him naked you are hard pressed to find any extra flesh. His eyes are a piercing blue-green color that almost commands you to stare. His hair is sandy blond and most often in need of styling. This seems to just add to his charm, giving him a roughish look. He generally sports three or four day's growth of beard mainly because he doesn't like to shave. Instead of making him look like a bum as it would some men it adds to his sexy good looks. 

As he neared his gate, Tony caught the gaze of a middle-aged woman who was clearly staring at him. He smiled and nodded not realizing she was practically undressing him with her eyes. He didn't notice the near scarlet color her face turned when she thought he had caught her looking him over. He was already checking in at his flight. The gate attendant turned and watched him walk down the jet way after taking his ticket. Tony was as oblivious to that as he was to the fawning of the stewardess and the flirting of the woman in the seat next to him. Had he caught the thirty-year-old bored business traveler's hints he would have joined the mile high club that day. They parted with a handshake when they changed plans and headed in separate directions. 

On the second flight Tony shared a row with a returning Ballmon junior, Johnny "JJ" Blevins who was Tony's age. He was thrilled to meet a fellow student and even happier to find the young man so friendly. Tony learned a lot about Ballmon that one can not get from a catalog during the hour flight. Johnny had extended an invitation for a campus tour which Tony eagerly accepted. When they found that Ballmon's president, Dr. Monroe Stevens was waiting to meet Tony at the airport they postponed the tour. Johnny slipped Tony his dorm address and tried to sneak away. However, Dr. Stevens proposed that Johnny ride along with them to campus. As he was hardly in a position to turn the college president down and the big car would be far more comfortable than the bus for the 120 mile ride, Johnny cautiously accepted. The young man had no idea that he had befriended a friend of the college president and had no idea what that might mean in the future. 

Dr. Stevens wanted to explain a few things to Tony and thought that a million dollar donation deserved special treatment. Especially considering that there were millions more to be donated in the future. The primary thing that Tony needed to know was the decision to house him with the sophomores and juniors instead of the freshmen. The deans had decided that due to his age, Tony would be more comfortable with the slightly older men. They knew that the incoming freshmen tended to lack maturity. This was an area that Ballmon focused on in the first year and generally second year students were vastly more mature. Johnny piped in that he thought Tony would fit in well with the older guys and wondered whether Tony might be assigned to his dorm. As it turned out they were on the same floor a few rooms apart. Dr. Stevens explained that Tony was assigned to room with Tyler Feldmen a sophomore whose freshman roommate had dropped out due to family issues. 

"Hey that's great!" Johnny exclaimed, "Tyler is really cool, a little older I think than most sophomores. He was in one of my classes last spring, very mature, great guy!"

"I am glad you approve of my choice, Mr. Blevins," Dr. Stevens retorted in a stern voice.

Johnny blushed and sheepishly replied, "Sorry Sir, I I I didn't mean to be saying, oh damn, sorry." 

Dr. Steven's laughed and playfully slapped his shoulder, "Come on now JJ, you know I was only yanking your chain."

"Oh of course. Good one sir," Johnny quickly added still embarrassed.

"Ah good we are here," Dr. Stevens said as the limo came to a stop in front of Aunt Emilia's Donut Shop. "We are only a few blocks from campus. JJ can show you some of the town before he takes you over to campus. I need to get across town to a council meeting. Someone will let you know when the truck gets in with your stuff so you can haul it up to your rooms. I will see you both soon, I am sure."

The tour consisted of sampling one of Emilia's mouth watering donuts and a walk along College Boulevard. Johnny explained that he would show Tony the rest later. He also indicated that there wasn't that much to see anyway though he did cryptically mention Prospect Lane. Tony of course had no idea what his new friend was grinning about and didn't much care. He was just happy to be starting a friendship. They walked through the impressive gateway and around campus with Johnny pointing out the major buildings and Tony quickly forgetting everything the young man said. They soon came to the dorm complex and found their rooms. Their room mates were not there yet and it would be a couple hours before their stuff and the first buses from the airport arrived. They ended up sitting in Johnny's room talking.

After about fifteen minutes Johnny suddenly declared, "Man all that fucking traveling time left me sweaty as a pig. Think it is time I gave you a tour of the shower facilities, buddy!"

"But my luggage isn't here yet!" Tony protested. "No sense in cleaning up just to put stinking clothes back on."

"Well I got two answers for that. First this place is all guys, everybody has the same equipment. No need to be fully dressed all the fucking time. Other thing is the college provides towels and Ballmon gym shorts. So we can shower and slip on a pair of the fine cotton shorts," Johnny replied with a friendly laugh.

Tony half-heartedly agreed to the plan and followed his new friend down the hall to the nearest shower room. He was not sure how he felt about getting naked and showering with Johnny, considering his summer fantasies. He also couldn't think of an excuse not to go to the shower as he definitely was in need of one. As they walked through an open archway with a sign above proclaiming showers he was surprised at the openness of the facilities. They entered a small alcove. To the right was a room with sinks for shaving and teeth brushing and to the left a small changing room with shelves full of towels and the promised gym shorts. Beyond the changing room was a wide open tiled room with eight or nine shower heads along the walls. There was clearly no privacy in the Ballmon shower rooms. Tony hesitated as Johnny began to strip off his clothes and toss them onto a bench. Tony managed to regain his senses and began to undress before Johnny noticed him watching. They grabbed towels and hung them on hooks outside the shower area. Tony purposely selected a shower head several away from the one Johnny had moved under.

"What's up buddy, you shy?" Johnny said with a laugh.

"Nah, just didn't want to crowd you there, big guy!" Tony retorted.

Almost immediately Tony wished he could have choked off the last two words. Johnny was not what anyone would call a big guy as far as his stature. He was at most five-ten and maybe 160 pounds soaking wet. Where he was big was where Tony didn't want him to know he noticed. He had the longest cock Tony could recall ever seeing. It was at least seven or eight inches long soft and hanging behind that were two large completely smooth balls. Tony's cock was impressive when it was erect, growing to about eight inches long and fairly thick. However, when it was soft it was just over three inches unless he pulled on it. He assumed based on the only experience he had with a hard cock that Johnny's must grow to be a monster when hard. As they stood face to face clearly getting a good look at each other Tony felt self-conscious over the relative size of their dicks. He didn't know that he need not worry about it, as he was a grower but Johnny wasn't. Even though his friend's cock was three to four inches longer when soft, when erect it was no more than an inch longer than Tony's hard dick. After a couple of minutes, Tony realized that he was getting aroused and quickly turned toward the wall hoping Johnny had not been looking down. 

"Man, relax, its cool, nothing to be embarrassed about," Johnny said sincerely. I have been in the shower with a lot guys here. Everybody pops a boner now and again. Shit I have seen more hard dicks in the shower than I can count!" 

Johnny's tone and the expressions he used made Tony laugh and relax.

As he turned he asked innocently, "What about you, you ever get an erection in here with another guy around?"

"Sure, I have. I told you everyone does sometimes. Would it make you feel better if I was hard too?" Johnny replied.

"Um, actually, I think it might scare me to see that monster any bigger," Tony answered with a real laugh. 

"Oh Christ, look at you! You are nearly as big as me now, little Tony has some life in him. Mine pretty much just stands up when it's ready for action. I don't get all that growth like you. Tell you what, I don't wanna do it here but if you want I will make it hard for you back in the room so you can see."

"Um, you mean jerk off in front of me?"

"Well I figured it would end up us jerking together. You never circled jerked, bud?"

Tony was stunned but at the same time completely intrigued. To his very core he wanted to see Johnny's cock hard. He also found the idea of seeing another guys cock shoot cum fascinating. Somehow he managed to answer the questions even though he was standing there with his hard dick jerking about in excitement.

"Huh? Um I guess you could say I had a rather shelter childhood. I will tell you about it some time if you really care after what an idiot I am being. Jeez look at me, my goddamn cock is acting like I am showering with some hot woman," He said and went to grab his towel.

Johnny quickly followed after and tried to put the new guy at ease. 

"Shit man, its cool. We don't have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. I'm sorry I said anything. I just thought you were interested. Trust me lots of guys are curious when they see how long I am soft about what I look like hard. I don't usually accommodate them at least not so easily. I guess I felt a connection like we were already becoming close friends and we could be open. I am really sorry," He said as they dried off and wrapped the towels around their bodies.

"Damn; nothing to be sorry about. You aren't wrong I am curious. I don't know I just never thought about seeing another guy like that before and I guess I am confused. It is nice you feel like we could be close friends. I would like that," Tony managed in a halting voice.

"Come on grab your shit and some shorts and we will see what happens."

The two returned to Johnny's room wearing their towels and dumped their dirty clothes on the floor. Johnny closed the door and pulled his towel off adding it to the pile on the floor.

"We got about an hour or so before the guys start arriving I think. You wanna see me hard or shall I put on the shorts and we can talk sports?" He asked Tony with big smile that would have made the hardest heart melt.

"Well I guess it is only fair since you saw mine," Tony managed to say in a barely audile whisper.

Tony dropped his towel and sat on the room mate's bed as Johnny stood in the middle of the small room and began to fondle his balls. His cock almost immediately began to rise up. Johnny brought his other hand over and squeezed and stroked his cock while continuing to fondle his ball sack. 

"See man not much bigger than you now," Johnny said with a grin looking down at Tony's crotch.

Tony looked down too to see that his cock was again fully erect. He had been so enthralled watching Johnny play with himself and the rising cock that he had not realized his own condition was changing.

"Well, it looks a lot bigger to me. Fuck do you hurt the chicks with that thing?"

"Man I am telling you we are about the same size. Stand up I will prove it."

Tony surprised himself by jumping to his feet. In the small space between the beds the two men were so close their cocks would have touched when Johnny stepped forward if not for the height difference.

"Fuck, bend your knees so I can match them up, man," Johnny instructed as he took hold of the very surprised Tony's twitching cock.

Tony though unaccustomed to taking orders and having a guy touch his dick complied with the request. Johnny managed to get their cocks aligned and casually pressed them together.

"See I got no more than a half a dick head on you, buddy," He said laughing as he let go of Tony's dick and backed up.

As he sat on his bed and begin to stroke his cock he added, "You gonna let that great boner go waste or you going to join me?"

Tony sat back down and began fondling himself in front of another guy for the first time in his life. The two of them sat silently, staring at each other stroking their dicks. After several minutes Johnny broke the silence.

"You always so quiet when you beat your meat?"

"I haven't done it in awhile. I had a live-in girl for the last couple of years. Are we supposed to talk while we do this?" Tony asked totally puzzled about what was happening.

"Well you could tell me about the last time you had sex. I would tell you but it was six weeks ago and it was just a quick suck by my old girlfriend." 

Tony agreed and told Johnny in detail about his morning goodbye sex, both the fuck and the after shower blow job. He left out the part about his partner being a paid whore. However, his tale did make it clear that he was sexually dominate even though he did not spell that out. Just as the story reached its climax, Johnny's cock erupted sending globs of cum onto the young man's belly and chest. Seeing his new friend cum sent Tony over the edge. He was not as fully loaded as Johnny and only managed a trickle of goo on his hand. The pleasure however was very intense and left him panting. 

"Wow man that was some fucking story. You get fucked like that all the time by that chick?" Johnny exclaimed.

"Yeah, pretty much anytime and anyway I wanted," Tony managed between pants.

"Fuck I am in the presence of genuine practicing Dom!"

"Yeah I suppose. No big deal, just how we both liked it."

"Cool, I am more of a submissive sort, I guess," Johnny said with a wink as he grabbed his discarded towel and cleaned the cum from his torso. "We better put on our shorts. Not that it is a big deal, but some guys might razz us if they found us naked alone like this."

Tony quickly jumped up and put on the gym shorts. Then he opened the door so no one would suspect anything had happened. Johnny gathered the wet cum filled towels and headed toward the shower room to dump them in the hamper. While he was gone Tony wondered if he had been manipulated. He didn't have long to ponder the thought. Before Johnny returned he heard the unmistakable noise of several young men entering the hall.

"Who the fuck are you?" Robert Spanelli demanded to know upon discovering a stranger sitting on his bed.

Tony was totally dumbfounded by the sudden appearance of Johnny's exotic looking roommate in the doorway. Robert Spanelli was of mixed parentage. His father was an American businessman of Scandinavian and Italian ancestry. His mother was from the French island of Corsica with a mixture of Moroccan and European ancestry. He was over six and a half feet tall and had medium-toned caramel colored skin. His curly short cropped hair was jet black. His eyes so dark brown they might be mistaken for black. His stature was that of a professional football linebacker. 

"Names Tony Mad....." Tony almost got out before Johnny returned and playfully jumped on Robert's back.

"Hey Bob you big mother-fucker how the hell is it hanging? "Johnny practically squealed.

"I would show ya but I got some dumbass on my back right now!" Robert barked in reply.

"That's Tony my new very good friend. We met on the plane. Tony this is my way too fucking handsome roommate, Bob Spanelli. Now back the fuck off, big boy, I saw Tony first!" Johnny said and began roaring with laughter as he returned to the floor.

"Too early in the year for dibs, little man," Bob said continuing the little joke. "One question Tony, you are too fucking old to be a new guy and I don't know ya so what the fuck you doing here at old Ballbuster U?"

"Cut the third degree, dick head," Johnny butted in. "He is a fucking freshman. When and if he wants he can tell us why he waited to start college. Not that it makes a shit anyway. He is gonna bunk with Tyler to keep the poor boy company. By the way you aren't gonna believe this shit about us getting here from the airport." 

Johnny went on to tell about being picked up in the limo by Dr. Stevens and getting the fast trip to campus instead of waiting for the bus to fill. He also explained about the shower and their mode of dress. To Tony's relief he left out the jerk-off session and the truck soon arrived as did his roommate Tyler. Tony left JJ and Bob to settle in while he and Tyler set up their room and got acquainted. 

Tyler was another extremely friendly and loquacious young man. Tony soon knew the almost 20-year-old's life story and details about several of their neighbors. About each of whom Tyler had a story to tell after they dropped by to meet the new guy. There were a wide variety of young men sharing the hall, many incredibly attractive, most average looking and a few who either needed to take better care of themselves or to whom nature had not been kind. The one Tony had met rather intimately, Johnny, Tony's roommate Tyler and the exotic giant, Bob all fell in the incredibly attractive category. Tony felt a bit of unease as he met more and more guys that evening. He knew he would soon be showering in the very pubic shower room with them. If his afternoon experience was any indication he could not control his arousal. If Johnny was telling the truth he would be seeing more hard cocks. The thought both terrified and thrilled him. He was most curious about Bob's cock. He wondered if his equipment would match his body size or if like Johnny they would be inversely proportional. Tony almost laughed out loud at that thought seeing that would leave Bob with a stub for a cock. Though he suppressed the laugh Tyler noticed Tony's quizzical expression. 

"What's got you so confused, Tony?" Tyler asked innocently.

"Oh nothing really. Just trying to absorb it all you, know? Big change for me," Tony lied covering up his daydream. 

"Actually, I don't know. I think I told you everything about me from potty training to my first blow-job. What's your story?" Tyler asked with a clear hint of real interest in his tone.

Tony started with the plane crash that killed his parents and continued through meeting Johnny on the plane. He left out a few things. Like how he came to have the ravishing beauty Serena living with him and his earlier jerk off session with Johnny. He did share Serena's picture, both clothed and fully naked with Tyler.




Becoming the Man He was Meant to Be Pt. 01



"Damn, Dude you gave up this hot pussy for a twin bed in a room with me? You must really want to go to college bad!" Tyler exclaimed as he stared at the picture of Serena showing off her goodies.

"Yeah well, truth is she is a whore who was paid to live with me and well fuck you heard my life. Growing up like that sucked. I need a real life. I need friends," Tony blurted out with tears welling in his eyes. "Oh fuck, please don't tell anyone about Serena being a whore. I didn't mean to tell you that. I don't think of her as that we were lovers."

"Hey, its cool. No worries here. You can share anything with me and I hopefully can with you. Roommate code, what happens in Stoneman Hall room 201 stays in room 201. I will never betray you Tony. I want you to know what a real friend is like. I think you are a good guy who will make a great friend," Tyler said with a big smile. "Now let's get our asses over to the dining hall. The first week they try to impress the freshmen and any parents that are here to help them move in with good food. The real deal dinning doesn't start until next week."

Tony impulsive hugged Tyler and whispered his thanks in the young man's ear through his long blond locks. Tyler looked like the California surfer boy he had grown up as. His naturally blond hair was clearly made lighter by summers in the sun on his board. His blue eyes were like the unspoiled pool of some tropical lagoon. His muscular body had a rich seemingly permanent tan. After dinner Tony discovered just how sexy a tan line could be when he showered with his new roommate. The only untanned part of Tyler's body was the small strip of creamy skin that he had to cover with a speedo when he used a tanning bed. In addition, the hair below his head was limited to a neatly trimmed small bush of sandy hair above the base of his cock and the nearly white, sparse, soft fur that adorned his darkly tanned legs and chest and the Venus trail that led down the middle of his taut abdomen. 

To Tony that trail was like a billboard proclaiming "eat here" in neon. For the first time in his life Tony wanted to suck a cock and not just any cock. He wanted to have Tyler's beautiful tool in his mouth. Tony made no attempt to hide his erection during that shower nor did he disguise his interest in looking at Tyler's body. Tony was happy to see that Johnny had not lied. Though not as obviously interested in looking at Tony, Tyler was fully erect and made no attempt to cover up his six and half inch upright rod. To Tony, Tyler's cock seemed the perfect size to suck. Though his only experience was receiving, he knew from the many times he had accidentally gagged Serena by pushing too deep too fast that long cocks were difficult to suck, even for pros. They returned to their room with towels around their waist as neither wanted to parade down the hall with their cock tenting a pair of cotton gym shorts. As soon as the door closed Tyler made the decision that they needed to get things out in the open sooner rather than later.

"I think we need to talk about something, Tony," He started hesitantly.

"Sure what's up?"

"Well I er think it would be a good to be more open about sexual things."

"Um, buddy, I don't know what you mean. We kind of laid all that out earlier."

"Dude lets not play games, I saw the look in your eyes in the shower."

Tony immediately blushed and looked around like he wanted to hide. He did not know what to say and even if he did he could not have found the voice.

"Tony, it isn't a big deal, half the guys here are into at least a little fooling around. Look around. There are what almost three thousand fucking dudes here; a lot of them fucking gorgeous studs. In the piss-ant town there is maybe a couple hundred decent looking available chicks. Unless you want to fuck the two-baggers or some bored prof's wife that leaves only Prospect Lane to get some cunt. Even if you never thought about a guy before, cock starts to look good real quick, buddy."

"Damn, are you saying lots of guys here are screwing each other?" Tony asked as he dropped onto his bed still in his towel.

"In a manner of speaking and in one way or another. I don't how much actual fucking is happening, but I am sure some and I know that lots of touching and even sucking goes on. Guys experiment, no big deal. Just the way it is when the pussy is scarce I guess. Hell there is probably a bunch of dudes getting reacquainted right now!"

"Look, I never.."

"Tony, I didn't say you and I don't care one way or the other. But I saw the look and we agreed to be honest and open and keep each other's secrets. So here goes."

Tyler went on to tell Tony the whole truth of his life story. He had known that he was bisexual since high school. He liked both genders but tended to gravitate towards guys because those relationships seemed to work out better. He also told him the real story of his last roommate, a relationship that went bad. The family problems had been real but were only a cover story. They weren't bad enough to keep him from returning to Ballmon. It was a broken heart due to a misunderstanding that caused his withdrawal. Only Tyler knew the whole truth. A few like Johnny knew most of it. In the early spring Tyler and his old roommate had begun a very intense sexual affair. The roommate thought it was more committed than Tyler. As he explained to Tony commitment was never his strong suit. It was also something he didn't lie about. He had not made any promises or commitments to his roommate. The almost nightly sex was all the commitment his roommate had been given. Tyler had continued to have sex with others, male and female and just before finals the roommate walked in on him and two guys. Tyler had his dick in one guy's mouth and the other guy's dick in his mouth. He of course invited the roommate to join in which only made it worse. The guy somehow managed to finish finals before leaving but never spent another night in their room. 

"Anyway, I just want you to know, I think you are fucking hot. But you need to know who I am and that if anything happens between us it is just sex and doesn't mean I won't be screwing others too. Fuck that Dom thing of yours really got me going earlier, dude. I could get into being your little boy toy occasionally."

The part about a boy toy intrigued Tony and even made him smile a little. He also opened up completely. He told him truthfully that he had considered himself completely heterosexual until a few months earlier. He told him about the fantasies and dreams and he even told him about the cock compare and jerking off with Johnny.

"Damn that JJ is one sly fucking little pussy-boy. I am surprised he didn't offer up his sexy ass the minute he found out you were a Dom. I am sure he is getting filled with Bob's sweet dark meat right now. He is one hot fuck. If you like anal we will have to have a little party with those two. It is really cool when big Bob slips into the subby mode. God it is hot seeing the big strong fucker go totally submissive," Tyler said excitedly.

"Tyler I don't know what I want really. Having three guys naked at my bidding sounds hot. Like I said I fantasized about fucking guys while doing Serena in the ass. I might want to go there some day. But tonight in the shower what I was thinking about was not your ass. Any chance that you and I might experiment to see if I could really do the stuff I fantasize about? I get the no commitment thing. I am sure as hell not looking for love in all the wrong places and I want our friendship to grow much more than I want to have sex. So if you think us doing stuff might screw up the possibility of friendship we should skip it. If not I would like to see what happens and for now keep it between us."

"Cool, I have many friends that have been sex partners at one time or another. Bob and JJ are good examples. No reason you and I can't be great friends and occasional fuck buddies."

With that Tyler stood, dropped his towel to the floor and asked, "What would you like me to do, Sir?"

He knew exactly what his roommate needed to be comfortable with the new situation

"Come here!" Tony commanded in a soft stern tone.

Tyler quickly obeyed the order. He stood less than a foot in front of Tony. His legs were spread slightly, his hands at his sides. He left himself exposed and vulnerable to whatever his new partner desired. Tyler had roll-played as a sub a few times but had never been with a genuine Dom. The idea of a truly new experience excited him, causing his cock to become semi-erect again. Tony just gazed at the half-hard, half flaccid tool that was being presented to him. He examined Tyler's cock and balls as if he was discovering some new and wondrous object. He was fascinated that while the cock slowly growing in front of him was like his in many ways it was equally unlike his own. Tony had not yet had the opportunity to discover that each cock seems to have a personality and look all its own. Tyler just smiled and waited patiently for Tony to make a move or give another command for several minutes before deciding to speak.

"Sir, may I ask what it is that would please you? My body is here for your pleasure," Tyler said softly still smiling warmly hoping to encourage Tony to act.

Tony did not speak. Instead he tentatively reached out and began to fondle his roommate's balls. Instantly Tony felt uncomfortable in his towel as his own cock was rock hard with excitement. Tony moved his hand to Tyler's cock and squeezed it softly. Tyler was now fully erect. His six and a half inch rod felt like a silk covered steel shaft in Tony's hand. He noted how different it felt to touch another man's cock than it had to touch his own. He stroked the twitching rod which elicited an appreciative moan from the blond surfer. Tony's cock jerked in his towel upon hearing the seductive moan of pleasure. He released Tyler's cock and pulled open his towel to give his own cock room. Though Tyler had seen Tony's cock hard in the shower that was from several feet away in a steamy room; up close he could appreciate the full girth and length of his new roommate's tool. 

"Mmmmmm, dude, you got one hot piece of meat!" He exclaimed forgetting his submissive roll for a second. 

Tony not forgetting his Dom role quickly responded in a stern tone, "Thank you, but you forget yourself! I am not some dude!"

Impulsively Tony slapped the side of Tyler's ass.

"Sorry, Sir!" Tyler quickly yelped in response to his first punishment.

It was the younger man's turn to feel a new kind of excitement and anticipation. He had not thought about punishment when he cast himself in the role of boy toy. Now he was wondering if he should try to push the envelope. The idea of a real spanking in a sexual context was suddenly very appealing. This new and somewhat odd desire froze Tyler. He did not want to screw up and further was not sure how harsh a man Tony might become if provoked. So he stood waiting for Tony. He did not have to wait long. 

Tony could not contain his desire to taste cock for the first time any longer. He knew in his heart that sucking off Tyler was not a very Dom-like thing, but he reasoned that at least he wasn't on his knees. He took firm hold of the hard shaft and leaned forward. He began by licking Tyler's cock head. He was thrilled by the reaction. Tyler's cock danced on Tony's tongue as the blond moaned his delight. Tony moved his hand to his partner's ball sack as he slid his lips over the now leaking cock head. He tasted precum as he continued to use his tongue to stimulate his partner while slowly swallowing more of his dick. To his surprise the taste of the sticky fluid was not unpleasant. In fact he found it as tasty as he always had the creamy female cum that Serena had squirted. As he slowly got the hang of cock sucking he wondered if Tyler's cum would taste the same as his did when he had licked it from Serena's oozing ass. He decided that tasting his first male cum would have to wait. He pulled his lips from the twitching dick and looked up into Tyler's stunning blue pools.

He continued to hold the young man's balls in his grip as he exclaimed, "Damn you have a sweet little piece of meat, babe!"

Tyler smiled broadly and nodded his thanks. Tony squeezed a little harder as he lifted Tyler's sack to his lips. He kissed the smoothly shaved flesh of his partner's scrotum and then took each of the eggs in his mouth for a few seconds.

"Now it is time to find out how good of a cock sucker you are. Get on your knees!" Tony ordered.

Tyler saw his chance to explore the consequences of disobedience. With an impish grin he asked, "What if I am not in the mood to get on my knees?"

A fire came over Tony. The look would have been terrifying to Tyler except for the knowledge that the guy had just been sucking his dick. Serena had often playfully challenged Tony in just this manner. She knew he enjoyed occasionally correcting her misbehavior. He didn't know for sure if Tyler was still playing or seriously did not want to follow orders. Either way it didn't matter, since his natural instincts took over. Tony jumped to his feet so fast it would have sent Tyler stumbling except for the way Tony grabbed him. Another quick swat to the ass told the surfer that he was definitely in for some kind of punishment. Tyler was shaking, not from fear, but from the rush of excitement that came over him as his partner began to explain exactly what happened to subs that were not in the mood to follow orders.

"Seems my earlier reminder was not enough," Tony said as he pushed Tyler toward the bed.

Somehow the blond surfer managed to put out his arms to keep from falling face first onto the mattress. Still he was left bent over with his ass up and ready for an assault. He was surprised by both the sudden moves and the strength of his new sex partner. 

"I'mmm sorry Sir..ppplease, I will do what you say," He said with a clearly put on fear in his voice.

"Too late you need a lesson!"

Tony began smacking his open hand against Tyler's creamy white ass. Soon the red marks began to merge with his deep surfers tan. Tyler made no move to resist the punishment, which pleased Tony. Both men were struggling with the intense excitement. Tyler feared he would cum on Tony's bed. He did not want to have his first orgasm with Tony that way and he was fairly certain that would anger the man who was beating his bare ass. Tony also was extremely excited and had to avoid letting his cock rub against Tyler's flesh knowing it would not take much stimulation to send him over the edge. He wanted his first gay sex orgasm to be in his sexy roommate's mouth not sprayed on his reddened ass cheeks. Just as Tyler was sure he was about to lose control the stinging smacks to his bare flesh stopped. Tony stepped back, silently admiring the way the red hand prints looked in contrast to the creamy white ass flesh when framed by the nearly all-over tan. As he gazed at Tyler's well spanked ass he savored the slowly fading warmth in his palm. His new lover's raspy breathing made him smile as it was a sure indication that Tyler was excited and enjoying the experience. Though Tony had spanked Serena many times, this experience was different. Not only was it new and exciting to know that his partner was male and see those smooth balls hanging below that delicious red ass, but more importantly, Tony felt as if he had found something he had been missing. 

"So are you ready to be a good boy and do what you are told?" Tony barked after a couple of minutes.

"Yes, Sir," Tyler answered softly.

"Get on your knees and show me your cock sucking skills!"

Tyler quickly turned and fell to his knees. The warmth coursing into his body from his red ass flesh still exciting him, he took his new roommate's ball sack gently into one hand. He deftly used his fingertips to tease Tony's scrotum as he leaned forward and began licking up and down the length of the impressive shaft. After bathing his Master's sex from the tiny slit at the tip of his cock to back of his balls, Tyler began to slowly take the big cock into his mouth. He slid his lips over Tony's throbbing cock and down onto his rock hard shaft being careful to avoid scrapping the sensitive flesh with his teeth. As he took the shaft deeper, Tyler pressed his tongue to the underside. He continued gently fondling Tony's balls as he moved his lips up and down the throbbing cock; each time taking a bit more of the long shaft into his mouth until soon the big mushroom head was pushing into his throat. Tony just stood moaning and caressing his new lovers golden locks. 

Serena was a pro and gave amazing blow jobs. Tony never imagined that his surfer boy roommate could even come close to matching her cock-sucking skills. However, as he rocked on his heels and guided Tyler to take him deeper he felt that the young man exceeded the whore's talents. The sensations soon overwhelmed him and Tony's cock exploded sending a thick ribbon of cum down Tyler's throat. The surfer backed off just enough to catch the next squirt on his tongue before Tony jerked and his cock slipped from Tyler's lips. The last little spurt landed on the grateful young man's cheek. Totally, overcome by the intensity of his orgasm Tony stumbled backward and sat on Tyler's bed, shaking with exhilaration. The blond remained on his knees, smiling and savoring the musky taste of Tony's cum.

After taking a minute to recover, Tony spoke softly, "I want to feel what it is like to do that to a man. Come here, please."

Tony did not want to be dominant at that moment. He just wanted to suck Tyler's cock and taste another male's cum for the first time. Tyler started to crawl not knowing what was expected. When he got to Tony's feet he waited for instructions. 

"Stand up, please. I want you to help me learn how to suck cock."

Tyler again stood with his hard cock inches from Tony's face. They were no longer Dom and sub. They were two college roommates, exploring, each with things to teach the other. Tyler reached out and caressed Tony's face before slipping his hand behind the seated man's neck. As he gently guided Tony's head forward, Tyler instructed his roommate to open his mouth and stick out his tongue. 

"Just lick it at first, like you did before to get used to the feel," Tyler moaned anticipating the pleasure he was about to receive.

It was not the first time Tyler had been with a novice cock sucker. The striking tanned blond had always attracted attention from both sexes. He had to come to appreciate the hesitant shy way a first-timer sucked cock. Tony, though completely inexperienced was not hesitant and seemed to have a natural talent. As soon as his tongue touched Tyler's cock head, Tony gripped the blonde's ass cheeks and pulled him closer. He enthusiastically licked Tyler's cock and balls exactly as Tyler had done to him. Tyler didn't speak again until Tony tried to take his cock into his mouth.

"Go slow, Sir! You don't want to gage. Licking is easy, sucking takes practice," He managed to say between pants.

Tony released Tyler's cock from his mouth long enough to grunt, "I want to practice a lot on your hot cock then!"

Tony went back to work trying to mimic what the blond boy had done minutes earlier. He pressed his tongue to the shaft as he took the hard cock all the way to the back of his mouth. Tyler encouraged his new lover and tried to instruct him on relaxing his throat to avoid gagging. Tony didn't quite manage to take all of Tyler but did well enough to coax a powerful orgasm. It had been awhile since Tyler's last orgasm, so Tony got more than a mouthful of cum. He thought it was delicious and even tried to lick up what was running down his chin.

Tyler plopped down next to Tony and said in a husky voice, "Here let me help you clean that up."




Becoming the Man



There were tears on Mom's cheeks as she talked. "My whole life is fucked up by these stupid anxieties that I can't even control, about things I really want to try."

I had never heard Mom talk like that before. "Fuck" just wasn't part of her vocabulary.

"I even went to see a psychologist," she continued. "It was before the divorce. She didn't help. I still ended up divorced. I never went back after that."

I stood and took my mother's hand. She stood. I hugged her hard. She buried her face in my shoulder. 

"Take me to bed, Ed. We can work it out somehow."

Back in bed, she laid on her back. Her robe was open as a background to her beautiful body. We were right where we had left off. I was hornier. I had been cut off the last time. Mom's pussy was wet and ready. My finger penetrated her labia. My finger went to her clit. My finger slid into her tunnel. It rubbed her. It caressed her. It slid over her juices. Two fingers went into her. She responded with a gasp. Her hand was on mine. She guided me. Her hips lifted to me.

Her other hand was on my dick. She touched my already hard dick. She stroked it and fondled it. She was on her back. She urged me to mount her and to fuck her. My cock pushed into my mother's pussy smoothly. It slid on the cushion of her juices. Her legs looped over mine. Her arms held me tightly. Our thrusts met. Her mouth covered mine with open, wet, kisses. Our tongues danced and twisted. 

Mom greeted me with moans and gasps. Her slurred words, "Fuck me", sent a thrill through me. It was so totally different than the first time I had heard her use that word.

She brought her tit to my mouth to suck it, lick it, and bite it. She covered every part of me she could with her wet kisses. Her quivers indicated the onset of orgasm. Quivers became shudders. Thrusts became lunges. Moans turned into loud cries. 

"Fuck me," I heard again as I plunged into her.

She rolled us over. She was on top. She rode me. She straddled my loins. She fucked me. She came again. Her juices flowed onto my body. Her body pounded on mine. She leaned forward. There were more wet kisses. There were more bites to her tits. Her clit slid on my hard cock. It excited her. It made her cum. She felt me tense as the tingling in my balls spread to my cock. The tingling spread to my whole body. It flowed to my every cell. I thrilled to the thought that I was fucking my mother. I fucked my beautiful mother. I exploded into her. My cum gushed from me and into her hot womanhood.

We laid next to each other, afterward, and held tightly. We felt our bare skin each against the other's. We kissed... lots. We told each other, "I love you." We dozed off, satisfied, in each other's arms. 

We ate a light supper then went back to the bedroom. Both of us were ready for more sex. We were still in our robes. We let them slide to the floor. We embraced and fell onto the bed as we exchanged hot kisses. I kissed my way down my mother's body, pausing at her tits, and again at her navel. I skipped her pussy, but lavished kisses on her thighs, and even the joint where they joined her body. Mom enjoyed it, responded with her hands on my head, and moaned softly.

I laid face to face with her again. We exchanged hot kisses. She started kissing my body. Mom retraced the route I had taken on her. She bypassed my cock, but came very close. She fondled my dick and my balls as she kissed all around it.

She straddled me. She lowered her body onto my hard manhood. She slid it into herself. She wanted me. She took me. She fucked me. She would raise her body until I was almost out of her, then would slam herself down my cock. Her body pounded mine as she brought herself to orgasm. She leaned down to kiss me as I felt the first tremors pass through her. Our tongues danced. Our lips mashed each other's. She brought her tit to me. I sucked it. I bit it. The orgasm was overcoming her. 

She screamed in her lust and her fulfilment, "Fuck me!"

I thrust my hips into her. Our bodies met. A feeling of wonderment overcame me. I wondered at the joy and the gratification I gave my mother. She cried out her own wonder, her hedonism, and the exotic pleasures of her orgasms.

I shot my cum deeply into her belly. With a gasp, she straightened up on me. She moved to take all of my cock into herself. She squeezed her pussy on my prick. She milked me of the last of my cum.

We laid together naked, loving each other. We slept like that until morning.

I opened my eyes in the morning to feel Mom close to me. Her arm was over me. She was still asleep. I eased out of bed, trying not to disturb her. Today was a work day, but she didn't have to get up as early as I did. I went through my normal morning routine. After I had enough coffee, I went to my bedroom to dress. I went back to the kitchen to set up a fresh pot of coffee for Mom. I then walked to her bedroom to check on her.

Her eyes were already open. She rolled over and held her arms up to me. I sat on the edge of the bed and she sat up to hug me. We hugged each other hard. 

"I feel so good," Mom murmured.

"I love you," I told her.

Mom got out of bed, even though she could have slept a little longer. I went to the kitchen to start her coffee going while she went to the bathroom. It was time to leave for work, but I waited a few minutes for her.

When she came into the kitchen, I poured her coffee, then opened my arms for a hug before I had to leave.

Work went a lot better that day. I was on top of the world. It was such a difference from the week before. I got home before Mom, as usual.

When she got home, she brought dinner with her. She had stopped at a BBQ place to pick up some carryout. After a hug and kiss, she put the dinner in the oven to keep it warm. 

"I'd like a drink," she said. I fixed her one and we sat at the table while she sipped it.

"Well, Ed, guess what happened today." She didn't wait for a response. "I started a period." She left a pause and then said, "They've been kind of irregular lately. Maybe the sex brought it on."

"That's ok, Mom," I said. "I guess I can wait a while until you're ready again."

"It won't be long," Mom said. "Only a few days; until there is less flow."

We had dinner, then watched TV. Mom had another drink. We went to bed then, together, to Mom's bed. Mom surprised me. She came to bed wearing panties, but no bra. She fondled my cock. She pushed my shorts off me. She stroked me; my hard, throbbing, cock. When I was hard, she pulled me to her. We laid on our sides, dry humping. I rubbed my manhood against her belly, her mound, and the nylon of her panties. I exploded on her belly as I sucked on her tit. My hot cum poured from me, covered her nylon clad mound, and spread onto the bare flesh of her belly. She held me tightly as my hot cum spread between our bodies.

She whispered to me, "I love you." 

Relaxed, I fell asleep. I woke in the morning next to her. My routine was much like the day before.

When I was dressed, I went to back to Mom's room. She was already awake. She sat up in bed and stretched. She smiled at me as I sat on the side of the bed. She hugged me. She didn't say anything. She hadn't had her coffee yet.

She got up and went to the bathroom. I went to the kitchen to start her coffee. It was ready by the time she got there. Mom was running early so I had time to talk to her. 

"Thank you for last night," I told her.

"I like to please my man," she said, smiling. "Besides, I had an orgasm when you did."

I kissed her and left for work, the day was pretty much a repeat of the day before. I got home before Mom. I started dinner, peeled potatoes, made salad. When Mom got home, I fixed her a drink. She sipped on it as we sat at the table making small talk.

After dinner, Mom had another drink as we watched TV again. Mom stood and took my hand a little earlier than her usual bedtime. She led me to the bedroom. We stripped each other. She kept her panties on much like the night before.

After a few kisses, I laid on my back. Mom rested her head on my chest. Her soft hair sensuously spread over my bare flesh. I realized she was bent towards my cock. I tenderly pushed her downward. My hand gently encouraging her. I guided her. She didn't resist, but she didn't go any further than I helped her to. As soon as I relaxed the slight pressure to her soft hair, or back, she stopped. It took a little time. I watched her, fascinated. She let me urge her toward my cock. Going along willingly, but having no impetus of her own.

When her face was at my hard cock, her lips parted slightly. She moved the last couple of inches on her own. She pressed them against my throbbing manhood. As I stroked her hair, she grasped my cock and held it. She pressed it to her lips for several moments before moving to his tip. She repeated her actions there, pressing her slightly opened lips against the bulb of my glans. Her hand was stroking my cock in small, light, strokes. Her lips opened further to take my tip between them. Then, as if a dam had burst, she let her lips slide down my shaft and took me into her warm mouth.

I was elated, not so much for myself, although that was part of it, but for my mother. My mother, who had worked her way past a roadblock; a phobia. Mom, who had overcome one of her anxieties.

With my cock in her mouth, Mom was still for a while. Then she slowly let her head bob. She massaged me with her lips. She sucked my cock. I stroked her head softly. I was still afraid of spooking her. 

"I love you," I said softly.

I gently pulled her head. She released my cock and I pulled her to me for a deep kiss. She returned it passionately. She buried her face in my shoulder. I held her and caressed her.

She laughed softly. "I feel a real sense of accomplishment." She was talking into my shoulder. Mom raised her head, "Thank you," she continued, "You really helped me. I think I'll be ok now."

Mom went back down on me again. This time she sucked me without hesitation. When I was close to cumming, she raised her head. 

"I'm not quite ready for you to cum in my mouth," she said, "but, I will be soon. I promise." She smiled then.

She took my hard cock in my hand and jerked me off. She brought me back to the point I had been at when she quit sucking me. She pulled me on top of her. She guided me to cum dry humping her. My hard cock loved the feel of her panties rubbing against him. The friction of the fabric was erotic and sensuous. The tip of my dick rubbed against the bare flesh of her belly. Our bodies were tight to each other. They rubbed together as if fucking. My cum gushed from me to spread my hot sperm on her belly and mound. My cum flowed over the nylon of her panties to soak them with my seed. She held me there after I came. She held me until I had softened. She held me until she was ready to release me.

We slept, then, to wake together in the morning. Mom got up when I did. She used the bathroom in her room while I went to the kitchen to turn on the coffee. I then raced to the other bathroom to pee. We met back in the kitchen. Mom was pouring her coffee. She poured a cup for me, too. Then we sat at the table, sipping, waiting for the caffeine to take effect.

She smiled at me as we sipped our coffee. 

After she had enough to talk, she told me, "You know I have orgasms when you cum on my belly like that? They're not very strong, or intense, but they're orgasms even so.

"We've worked our way past another hang-up. I'm very happy about it."

"Mom, you are the one who overcame it. I didn't do much."

"You were patient," she said, "when I needed you to be."

"Do you think you'll be able to let me do it to you?" I asked.

"I don't know," she said. "We'll have to see."

I went to dress for work. I gave her a hug and kiss before I left.

The rest of the week was about the same. Mom was still having a period. We slept together, naked, except for her panties. She went down on me every night. She sucked me until I was on the verge of cumming, then she would pull me on top of her to dry hump her until I came.

Saturday afternoon, she was smiling when I came home from visiting my father. 

"I'm all over my period," she told me. 

She put her arms around my neck to give me a long kiss. It was a kiss I couldn't help but respond to. It was lover's kiss. It was full of promise. Promises of exquisite bliss yet to come.

Mom had cooked a good dinner again. She seemed happy all through the meal. I had the feeling it was more than that. It was as if she had made up her mind about something.

After dinner, she went to shower and change while I cleaned up the kitchen. She came back in her bathrobe. It was closed up tightly to her neck. We hugged before I went for my shower. I shaved a little more carefully than normal. I didn't know why. It was something I felt like I should do.

I went back to the living room wearing my bathrobe over shorts with no t-shirt. I sat on the couch next to Mom. She snuggled up to me. I enjoyed the feeling her closeness gave me.

We exchanged kisses and caressed each other. The kisses were getting a bit more passionate, but we didn't seem to be getting in too big of a rush. My hand was inside her robe on her bare tit. Mom seemed to be in a strange mood. She was very calm. Neither of us was paying much attention to the TV. Mom eventually shut it off. The lights were already dim. 

She kissed me hard, then said softly, "Do you still want to go down on me, Ed?"

"Yes," I stammered. "Yes, I do."

"I want you to."

"Oh Mom," was all I could say. I pulled her to me for a kiss. I loved her. I wanted her to know it.

She let her robe fall open to serve as a background for her beautiful, naked, body. 

"If I resist it is only reflex, Ed. I want it. I want you to do it no matter what."

I slid from the couch to kneel in front of her. I went between her knees, which parted for me. Her pussy was beautifully crowned with a nimbus of dark hair. Her lips were swollen with arousal. The labia opened slightly for me to show the hidden delights behind them. I relished in the glint of her juices.

I kissed her thighs and worked my way toward her pussy. As I approached it, I inhaled the musky scent of arousal. My tongue touched her labia softly. There was only a tensing of her body. It was not a forceful reaction. Moving slowly, I licked the dew of her arousal from her. I let the tip of my tongue slip through her slit, slowly, and gently. She was still tense, but there had been no harsh reaction like the first time. I let my tongue move to her clit. I circled it, and licked it. She gasped. Her hands clasped my head and held me to her. I was elated. She accepted me.

I licked her inner lips. I pushed my tongue into her tunnel. I coaxed her clit out from behind its shield. I took it between my lips to suck it. She gasped and tensed again. I stopped until she had relaxed. Then I sucked her clit again. She accepted it that time.

I wish I could say I brought my mother to a mind blowing orgasm the first time I ate her, but it didn't work that way. The first time, I didn't eat her for long. I pulled away. I slid up to face her. I kissed her. She was a little hesitant, at first, but it was only momentary. We were soon exchanging hot kisses with lots of tongue. 

"I love you," I told her often.

"I love you," she replied just as often.

I went back down on her later. This time, she accepted me readily. We laid head to groin. I felt her lips slide over my hard cock as she took me in her mouth. We ate each other. I sucked her and licked her. She was close to an orgasm when I felt the stirrings in my body indicating I was close, too. 

"I'm going to cum," I told her.

She didn't reply, but she didn't stop sucking me either.

I tried to control my lust. I wanted to hold things back until she could reach an orgasm. Her hips thrust at me. Her hands twisted in my hair as her body shivered with pleasure. I could hear muffled sounds muted by my cock. She rubbed her pussy on my face as she reached ever higher peaks.

She was in the midst of an orgasm when I shot my cum into her warm mouth. I kept eating her even as I pumped myself dry. I ate her even as she licked my softening cock.

She pushed my head back from her pussy. She pulled on my hair and led me up to her to lie face to face. We kissed, lovingly, and exchanged scents and tastes. I loved my mother very much at that moment.

"I did it," she said. She kissed me. "Thank you for helping me." She kissed me more. "I've been working myself up to it all week."

"Thank you, Mom," I said, "for letting me help."

She laughed, then said, "I just thought of something. I was so wrapped up in breaking through another hang-up that I didn't realize I'd given you my very first blow job. And I swallowed, too."

We both laughed then. Me, because I was so happy for her.

Mom and I had a great summer. It had to come, partly, to an end when I went off to college. Before I left, though, I had a long talk with Mom.

I asked her if she had ever thought about getting back together with my father. 

She said, "I used to think of it all the time. But not much lately. Not since you and I have been lovers. But yes, I do still have occasional thoughts about it."

"Why don't you call him?" I asked. "I think he really misses you."

"It's probably too late." She replied, "He's found other women by now. I know about some of them." 

"None of them have ever lasted very long," I told her. "Look, you've gotten over the things that caused your break up. He doesn't have to know how. In fact, he doesn't have to know at all. All you have to say is you're willing to work on them with him. It wouldn't be a lie.

"Mom, I'm telling you. He still loves you."

I saw my father once more before I left for school. I happened to mention, in passing, that I had never heard Mom say a word against him. I added that I had never heard him say anything bad about my mother.

"Sometimes I can't figure out why you're divorced," I said.

"I can't, either," he responded.

I was able to get home from school on holidays and occasional weekends. Mom and I enjoyed renewing our love life when I was able to be there. She told me, after about four months, she had been seeing my father and was dating him. She didn't want to give up our relationship, however. I was thrilled for her. I loved her and I enjoyed sex with her, but I wanted her to be happy.

There was another factor. It was one I hadn't discussed with Mom. I was getting over my shyness with girls. The girls at my college seemed much more mature than the girls of my high school. Actually, they, well some of them, acted more like young adult women than teenage girls. I really think being Mom's lover taught me much of what I needed to learn.

At any rate, I had met new women. I dated some. I made love with a few. I heard through the grapevine that I was considered a good lover. I didn't tell Mom that.

Mom remarried Dad the following spring. I was there, as my father's best man. It was a small, private, ceremony.

When I came home for summer vacation, it was to both my parents. They both seemed happy. Mom had the glow that comes from being loved. We agreed that our relationship would have to be put on hold.

I found a local girlfriend, Gail, to keep my mind off Mom. We fell in love. It surprised me. I hadn't expected to love her. She had gone to the same school as me, but was a year ahead of me. She was about a year older than me. That didn't make as much difference then as it had when we were in high school.

When I went back to college, she came with me. We were married soon after. My father was my best man.

Gail worked to help me through school. Mom and Dad did more than their part, too. We're still married with a baby daughter and another child on the way. 




Becoming the Man



Mom and I seldom talk about our relationship. We still love each other. A few times we have come close to having sex together, but we backed off. We both have partners we love. We have relationships we don't want to damage.

Mom and Dad still act as if they love each other, by the way.