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Justin and I had a great morning jog and then spent the rest of Sunday together studying, laughing, joking, and...except for the studying...just generally having a good time.

The next week's classes went well. We started the chemistry and biology labs. We had Dr. Griffith for the biology lab, and I liked him even more after spending three hours in his lab on that Tuesday. He had a good sense of humor and treated each student with respect.

In contrast, our chemistry lab was the pits!

Jason and I didn't see much of each other except for sleeping. Our schedules were almost completely opposite one another. Also football practice and team meetings were taking a lot of his time. I could tell that he was pretty sore from all of the practice and scrimmaging.

Things kind of came to a head on Thursday evening between Jason and me. We were both back in the room after our athletic study halls. I was writing a short essay for English, and Jason was sort of playing with his accounting problems but not being real serious about them.

"I tell you man, those damn queers are everywhere."

My head snapped up from the computer screen. "What?"

"Damn queers, man. They're everywhere. Would you believe one of the football coaches is a fag."

I turned to face him. "How do you know one of the coaches is gay?"

"Because he gave us this big talk about tolerance and all that shit. Just like the guy from Residence Life."

"Just because someone talks about tolerance, Jason, doesn't make them gay."

"Well, it sure makes them suspect in my book. Besides Stevenson told us all about a Gay and Lesbian Alliance meeting. He invited any one on the team to go, and he said he would be there."

"Stevenson is the coach you think is gay?"

"Yeah. Matt Stevenson. He's the defensive backfield coach. Used to be a big star on the team here. I heard he was headed to the pros before he blew out his knee in his senior year. They say that he lives with some other guy."

"Jason, I don't think..."

He leaned toward me in a conspiratorial fashion. "Wait, man. It gets even better. Seems that last year's starting quarterback, Mark Stevenson, is Coach Stevenson's brother, and the rumor is that Mark is also a fag and was getting it on with one of the black assistant coaches."

"Jason, did this coach tell everyone he was gay?" My voice was taking on a harder edge, and I think Jason realized I was pissed.

"No. But everyone says..."

"Jason, what you've heard is gossip. Is this Stevenson a good coach?"

"Yeah, I guess so. The guys seem to like him, and our defensive backfield is awesome."

"Then does it make any difference if he's gay or straight?"

Jason was clearly uncomfortable. "I guess not as far as him coaching, but homosexuality is evil, man."

"Jason, I think we'd better drop this discussion." I got up, grabbed my wallet, and headed for the door. "You don't know for sure if this man is gay and yet here you are repeating gossip and hearsay like it was the gospel truth. Seems to me that's kind of creeping up on the evil scale. Better watch it."

"Hey, I didn't mean..."

"I know what you meant, and I don't want to hear it. I'm going to get a coke and cool down."

I let the door slam on my way out.

I stayed out of the room until I thought Jason would be asleep. I was pissed at him, and I sure didn't want to speak to him right then because I wasn't sure I could control what might come out of my mouth.

* * *

Jason was still asleep when I got up the for work next morning. I didn't see him later in the day either because as soon as practice was over I threw some stuff in my car and headed for home...and Andy. It was the long Labor Day Weekend, and I wanted to spend as much time with Andy as I could over the next three days. I think I drove the entire two hours to Carterville with a hard on!

Larsen was sitting by the mailbox at the end of the driveway when I came up the road. As the car approached he got up and started trying to shake his rear end off with his wagging tail. He ran along side the car as I pulled in the driveway and parked. As soon as I opened the door he was inside the car washing my face with his tongue.

"I guess this means that you're glad to see me, eh Larsen?"

"He's not the only one who's glad to see you." I heard Andy say as he came out to the car. "He's just more impatient than I am." It looked like Andy had just gotten home because he was still in his suit pants and shirt with his tie and collar loosened.

Andy leaned in to push Larsen aside and gave me a big kiss. "You taste like you've been kissing a dog!"

I laughed and pushed both Andy and Larsen away as I climbed out of the car. "And I missed you guys too! We're you working late?"

"Yup. Then I stopped to get some stuff for dinner. You try to tire out Larsen while I get it ready."

He retreated back into the cabin. I picked up one of Larsen's tennis balls and threw it into the woods. Larsen bounded after it and was back at my side with the ball in his mouth in just a matter of seconds.

We played "chase the ball" for fifteen minutes or so before heading into the cabin. I'd had enough of the game, but Larsen was disappointed and sat on the porch looking sad as I disappeared into the cabin.

The smell of roasting chicken greeted me as I entered. I knew Andy hadn't had time to prepare the meal since he'd just gotten home, so the aroma must be coming from a store-bought roaster. I noticed Andy's tie hanging on the closet door and his shirt on the floor just outside the bedroom door. Andy NEVER left his clothes lying around like that. I smiled and started stripping out of my clothes as I headed into the bedroom.

Andy was naked and on his knees in front of the bed. His erect dick pointed straight up toward his belly.

"Come here. I want your dick for dinner!"

I unzipped my shorts and pulled both them and my underwear off at the same time. Andy grabbed my semi hard cock and engulfed it with his warm mouth. All I could do was moan and move my hips back and forth as he worked on my love pole. I put my hands on Andy's shoulders to steady myself as he hungrily devoured my dick. I looked down and gazed into my lover's eyes as he moved back and forth on my penis. I could see the love and lust there, and I knew my eyes were giving him the same message. I sensed my balls drawing up and felt the beginnings of an orgasm. Suddenly I was there! I pumped load after load into Andy's mouth, and I felt his hot cum against my leg and foot as he brought himself off.

When the last of my juices had been drained, Andy released my cock from his mouth and I slid down to my knees and kissed him deeply tasting the remains of my semen in his mouth.

Andy laughed. "Gawd, I needed that. Just thinking about having you here for the weekend had me hard most of the day. I knew I wouldn't be able to wait until after dinner to taste you."

"I had a hard on most of the way home. I probably would have attacked you at the table."

"As I recall, you've done that before."

We cleaned ourselves up for dinner but didn't bother putting on any clothes. As I had suspected, Andy had purchased a precooked roaster and fixings from the supermarket. It was good, and I was hungry, but watching Andy eat and looking at the hair on his chest surrounding his hard nipples got me hard again.

We talked and laughed all the way through the dinner. Andy told me about all the gossip in town and at the bank while I filled him in on my classes and my roommate's latest anti gay episode. We talked almost every night on the phone about the same things, but it was so much better being able to see his face as we talked.

We went back to bed right after dinner. Our earlier sexual release allowed us to make love slowly and tenderly. After taking our time caressing and kissing, Andy eased himself into me. I had been concerned that it would hurt a little since it had been two weeks since our last lovemaking, but he was so gentle there was no pain...only pleasure. The head of his dick moved over my prostate with every stroke. We moved together. Our eyes locked in contact. It felt like our souls merged as we moved to a mutual climax. The only sounds in the room were those of our synchronized breathing and the katydids singing in the trees outside. I felt his dick swell within me and his body shudder in pleasure. At the same time I released my seed to flow between our bellies.

Tears filled his eyes. He bent down and kissed me. "I love you."

"I love you too."

* * *

We made love again the next morning before taking an excited Larsen on his morning jog. I sucked Andy off in the shower when we got back from the jog. After breakfast we drove into town to pick up some more groceries.

When Andy was making sandwiches for our lunch I came up behind him and started biting at his ass through the cloth of his jeans. He playfully pushed his butt back toward me, and I reached around and loosened his belt, undid the zipper, and pulled his jeans and briefs down to his knees before burying my tongue in the furry cleft of his ass. I spread his cheeks and ran my tongue around the entrance to his hole before pushing inside.

"Do you want lunch or do you want to fuck?" he asked.

"Fuck first. Lunch later."

"Then you'd better use this." He handed me a tub of margarine. I spread some of the margarine around his hole.

I stood up, dropped my jeans and briefs, and spread some of the margarine on my hard cock. Andy leaned farther over the counter which pushed his butt out invitingly. I positioned my pole at his entrance before placing my hands on his hips and drawing him back onto me.

He moaned as I entered. "Oh yeah, C. Z. Fuck me!"

And I did. As I pistoned in and out Andy spread took some of the margarine in his hand, lubed up his dick and began beating off in rhythm with my thrusts. He came first splattering his load all over the side of the kitchen counter. The tightening of his ass muscles on my dick during his climax pushed me over the edge, and I unloaded into him.

We had to take another shower before eating our sandwiches.