This is a continuation of "He was My Boss" Chapters 1 & 2. Reading those will provide background as how my life underwent such drastic change.
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Having had a short but intense education in male/male intimacy during the summer following my high school graduation, I was now leaving home for the first time. Thoroughly sexually confused I would now be going to the big city of Austin and starting my college education at THE University of Texas. I had heard all kind of stories about the "hippies", "free love" and "flower power" existing in Austin. I was feeling excited and scared at the same time, not knowing what to expect and hoping I would make it to graduation. Little did I know just how momentous my first year was going to be nor how much my education would entail.
I had to be on campus August 1 to secure my dorm room, confirm my class schedule and buy books. As I was leaving the Co-Op book store on Guadalupe St., I heard what I thought were fire crackers, I thought that maybe the "hippies" were celebrating something. As I started to cross the street, someone yelled to take cover that someone was shooting from the Tower. I believe that was the very first school shooting ever. I ducked back into the doorway of the bookstore and watched as the now historic events played out.
Shaken, confused and trying to absorb all that had just occurred, I made it to my dorm room wondered if I really needed to attend college.
The next day my new "roomie" showed up. He introduced himself as Jack from Alamo Heights in San Antonio. Jack was close to 6 ft. tall, long blond hair tied into a pony tail, and pink sunglasses. Crap, I thought to myself, I had inherited a "hippie" for a roommate, this was going to be an interesting year. Jack was also an engineering major so we did have some commonality, but our friendship would eventually far surpass just having our majors the same. I soon learned that Jack was smart, really smart and he would be a great study partner.
He also came from an affluent family which gave him plenty of spending money. Plus he had a really cool 1961 Impala Coupe, 409, 2x4's, 4 speed, a dream car as compared to my well used '56 Crown Victoria. But strangely, despite our totally different backgrounds and social status we soon became fast friends.
Jack quickly nabbed a girlfriend, a dark haired Latino beauty from Mc Allen named Marisa. I swear to God she looked like Selma Hayek in every way. I often wondered, in my later life, if they could possibly be related?
As Jack was stalking Marisa, I had met a young lady from El Campo named Helen. She was a blonde, blue eyed tomboy that having grown up on a rice farm gave us much in common. Our rural upbringing provided hours of conversations about crops and animals and country life in general.
It didn't take long before the four of us were best friends. We did most things together and developed a strong four-way bond. As the year progressed, we eased into a nonsexual four-way relationship. Sure, both girls would spend hours at our place but up until mid-term semester break I don't think Jack and Marisa were having sex and I know Helen and I weren't. It was a different time back then, a simpler time with perhaps a little more morality. Girls actually believed virginity was something you took to the alter and believe it or not guys wanted the same.
One evening, just before finals, Jack and I were listening to KLBJ rock when Jack asked if I had ever been high. I said, "Sure, I've had a beer or two."
He laughed and said, "No, dumb ass, have you ever smoked pot?"
I said, "Hell no, I'm not going to jail." (as said, it was a different time)
After he admonished me on my lack of cultural knowledge, he pulled out a joint and convinced me to at least try it. We did and I got stoned for the first time. After a few beers and another joint, I was sitting on the couch and Jack was on the floor, he looked at me and said, "Why do you have a boner?"
Surprised, I didn't know what to say, but secretly I had been thinking about my summer fling with Bob. Jack got on his knees and "walked" over to me and stopped between my spread legs. Without saying a word, he reached up and slowly started rubbing my semi-erect cock through my jeans. I had an immediate flash back of last summer and did absolutely nothing to halt what he was doing.
I immediately wished that he would go further, much further. When I didn't object or show any resistance, Jack proceeded to unbutton and undo my zipper. I sat there in a stoned haze and watched as he slowly pulled my now rock hard cock out of my pants and started stroking it. I leaned further back with eyes closed as he fondled my cock and balls, thinking just how good it felt. He stopped, I opened my eyes just in time to watch as he took me into his mouth. His tongue was doing circles around the head of my penis and I was in heaven, he then took me completely into to his mouth proceed to give me a blow job of monumental proportions.
Just as I was about to cum he stopped and said, "Do me too." I kicked off my pants and slid to the floor next to him. I undid his belt buckle, slid down his zipper and yanked his pants to his knees. His cock popped out, sticking straight up. This was the first time I had seen him naked with an erection and it was a grand erection.
