When Friday evening rolled around, I headed off to meet up with Tim and his two friends. I found the room where we were all to meet and knocked on the door…no answer. That’s strange I thought to myself. Tim is a pretty reliable guy. Maybe he can explain.

Saturday morning the campus awoke to the news that two freshmen, Nick and Chris, were found by campus police passed out drunk on the grass behind their dorm. A search of their room discovered two empty bottles of Tango screwdriver drink.

They’ll be gone within hours.

The college had a strict policy of absolutely no drugs or alcohol on campus. The penalty for any infraction was immediate expulsion. No second chance, no appeal, no exceptions.

I guess I won’t need any explanation from Tim.

I finally admitted to myself that I really don’t like it here…the regimentation, the isolation, the boredom. I’ve got to make changes.

I told my parents that I will be coming home at the end of this semester and won’t return for the spring semester.. I will live at home, enroll for classes at the local community college, and look for a small part-time job.

I informed the administration of my decision and filled out the required paperwork.

When I walked out of the administration building I felt like the weight of the world had just been lifted off my shoulders. My internal mood changed substantially…for the good.

Some of my classmates expressed disappointment that I was leaving. Most understood and wished me well.

The days passed quickly. The mornings now had a noticeable chill, the surrounding hills were changing colors, shirts and blouses gave way to coats and jackets.

The Wednesday before Thanksgiving saw a beehive of activity as students were being picked up by parents, boarding shuttles to bus, train, and airport points of departure. By three o’clock the campus was nearly deserted.

Thanksgiving day dawned bright, clear, and crisp. I actually enjoyed the walk to the dining hall for the limited breakfast service. A dinner would be served at 2PM and a light soup and sandwich service at 7PM.

I decided to take a walk around the campus as I pretty much had the run of it to myself.

Near the arts building I ran into my psychology professor: Mr. McConnel. He expressed surprise seeing me and asked if I was staying on campus for the break. When I told I was, he suggested I come to his place after dinner and we could watch some football. As I had nothing else to do I agreed.

James Edward McConnel was around six foot tall, medium build, sandy hair, pleasant face and a quick smile. He had an easygoing personality, open and approachable.

I arrived at his apartment about 2:30. He let me in, took my jacket and offered me a soft drink.

One of the games was on the tv. We discussed each play…armchair quarterbacked each play call…argued about different players abilities…or lack thereof. I made a joke about how I liked the football team cheerleaders when they would shake their pom-poms. He added that he liked big pom-poms also.

Every so often he’d ask me a question about my home, my parents, ambitions after college, my social life. We talked about college life, campus life, my social life.

He was surprised to find out that I wouldn’t be returning for the spring semester. He was curious about my reasons. I gave him the same reasons as I mentioned earlier. He said he thought I was a good student, well spoken, always prepared. I thanked him for his kind words.

Always prepared…yeah…well…not always.

The talk turned to my social life…again. Did I have any girlfriends? What about guy friends? I explained that I had a number of “girl” friends, but I didn’t have any one particular “girlfriend”. Did I have any hobbies? Cars…high performance street and all types of race cars. I said I was partial to Chevrolets and Ferraris. I asked him about his hobbies. He said he liked to take train trips. He had taken a number of cross country trips.

He asked me about my guy friends. I told him that I usually got along good with most guys.

And a question I wasn’t anticipating…”Do you like looking at the male form?”

I was caught off guard by that. I stammered “Yeah..I guess so…”.

“Wait here…I’ll be right back”.

When he returned he handed me a magazine. It was a nudist magazine…just men in various poses.

As I looked thru the pages I could sense I was beginning to get aroused. I tried to suppress it but I guess it became noticeable.

I saw a slight smile break across his face.

“I have to ask’ he said…”Did you ever perform oral sex on another male?”.

I answered that yes… I have.

“Was it enjoyable…do you like it?”

Again I answered yes.

In a very matter-of-fact tone he said would like me to suck his cock.

I nodded and said “okay”.

With that, he started to remove his clothes.

When he turned to me I could see that his pubic area was almost completely devoid of pubic hair…except for a small strip above his cock. It was sandy colored and formed small ringlets. His cock was a bit longer than average and average girth.

I knew what was going to happen next. He motioned for me to come closer. He gently guided me to my knees and started rubbing his cock against my lips and over my cheeks and chin.

He positioned the head of his now erect cock at my mouth. He didn’t need to push as I now willingly took it in my mouth. I sucked the length of it as deep as I could and held it for as long as I could all the while very gently cupping his balls in my hands…being extra careful not to squeeze too forcefully. I then began to suck up and down his shaft, flicking my tongue over his cock head.

I was enjoying this as much as he was.

After a good while of me ministering to his sweet cock, he put his hands behind my head, got very still, and said…”I’m going to cum!”.

And he did! I felt squirt after squirt hit the back of my throat. It was salty and sweet…like all the others…but more fluid. I gagged at first but managed to not let a drop escape my mouth. He held me there for what seemed like an eternity and I held his cock tightly with my mouth and lips determined to suck every last drop of his sweet semen out of his still erect cock.

He gently held my head as he withdrew his cock from my mouth and handed me a towel. I wiped the little bit of semen mixed with my saliva that had escaped from my mouth. I then proceeded to gently wipe whatever residue I left on his cock.

He helped me to my feet and led me to the bedroom. I instinctively knew what was going to happen. He put me on the bed face up and put a pillow under my butt. I watched as he put the now familiar lubrication on his still erect cock. Kneeling on the bed between my legs, he picked them up and put them over his shoulders. I felt the slipperiness of his cock positioned at my hole. With a gentle push I was again invaded by a hard cock. This time was different. The pain was nowhere near as intense as the times before.

The easiness of his rhythmic thrusts set something off in my head. Without any conscious thought I wrapped my legs over his hips and across his back. I wrapped my arms under his and pulled him close to me.

I could hear someone blurt out “fuck me…please…fuck me!’. That someone was me.

I guess my request struck a chord with my anal invader as he just looked at me and said…”Jason…I’m going to cum!’.

I could sense my insides filling with his semen. Again he unloaded vigorous stream after stream in me.

He withdrew, stood up and headed to the bathroom to clean up. I managed to get to my feet, caught my breath, cleaned myself and got dressed.

I rejoined my host in the living room. We sat for a good while just talking. He opined that I was a very skilled cocksucker and that if I was agreeable, we could get together again. I told him that I found our session very exciting, very pleasurable, and would very much like to get together when schedules permitted.

I got up to leave. We shook hands and I walked back to campus.

They say “All roads lead to Rome”. That may be true…for some.

Where my road will lead remains to be seen.