On the walk back to the dorm, I said to Carl, "Why didn't you tell me your father was uncut?"
"It never occurred to me that it would make a difference. Did it?"
"Actually, it made things hotter. I've never seen one before."
Rufus was shaking his head. "You guys are something else. Don't you ever talk about normal things?"
When we returned to the dorm, Michael called his father to inquire about the Red Wing tickets for this coming Saturday. His father told him to call back tomorrow night. He'd check into it tomorrow. It was his company, so Michael assumed he had first dibs on the tickets. Michael's mother asked how I was doing?
"He seems to be back to normal today."
He didn't tell her that normal was the I had given 3 blow jobs, and been fucked by one guy, and we hadn't had dinner yet.
Gail said, "Well. Tell him I'm glad. Please remind him that he's invited to dinner on Sunday."
"Yes. Both he and Carl."
He hung up and told me of the status.
We were headed to the cafeteria. Carl and Rufus were already down there.
Rufus said, "I'll talk with Ty about maybe the week after next? Finals come up pretty soon after that and I don't want to stress you out. It can wait until next semester too."
I thought about it for a second. "First Sunday in December? That should work for me. Carl, you're the third guy. That fit your schedule?"
"I can't imagine there being a problem."
Michael had to add his 2 cents, "What about me?"
Rufus looked at him. "What about you?"
"When do I get to fuck him?"
Rufus chuckled, "Little man. Just be happy that I didn't choose you to volunteer. You wouldn't be walking for a month."
We were laughing so hard, everyone on this side of the cafeteria was looking at us.
I told Carl and Michael that I was heading down to my room after dinner. I would see Michael at breakfast in the morning.
My door was open. Surprise. Alan was here. It wasn't even 7 o'clock.
I looked at Alan. "I'm sorry. I never thought to come up here to check. Have you already eaten?"
"Yeah. I was just leaving when I saw you guys enter. How are you feeling?"
"I think I'm back to normal."
"Normal enough to give me a blow job?"
I locked the door. "Can we listen to classical music?"
By the time that the canons were shooting off in Tchaikovsky's
1812 Overture
, Alan was exploding into my mouth.
I picked up my books for tomorrow, studied for a half hour in each subject, then picked up my Asimov. Elizah Bailey, the detective in the novel, had just accused his partner, Daneel Olivaw, of NOT being a robot. Daneel proved him wrong.
After Chemistry lecture in the morning, Robert (the TA that wanted to play) signaled for me to stay behind. Michael waited for me in the hall.
Once he was sure it was safe. "I'm just guessing, but is your friend into dick also?"
I smiled. "I don't know. I'll have to ask him. Should I let him know that you're interested?"
Robert chuckled. "I think that you do know, so, yes. Let him know that I'm interested."
"I can tell you this much. If you want to fuck him, he's going to want to reciprocate."
Robert's smiled broadened. "Oh yeah? He would want to flip? Sure thing."
I had a secret. "You haven't seen his cock yet." I held my hands about 8 inches apart (ok, maybe it was 12).
"Really? That should be interesting. Tell him the biggest dick goes first."
Now I'm wondering how big Robert's dick is.
Michael and Bill had DP'd me. I wonder what it would be like with Robert and Michael?
I'm getting way ahead of myself.
I wondered if Mary would like to see me DP'd? Wow. I wasn't even high.
I told him that I would give Michael his number and have him call if he's interested?
"Thanks."
I walked out of the auditorium, and Michael was there. I told him what we discussed.
Michael looked interested. "He wants to flip?"
"Yeah, and he said biggest dick goes first."
Michael whispered, "How big is his dick?"
"I didn't ask. Do you want me to go back in?"
"No. Let me think about it. You can tell me more about him on the way to your next class."
There wasn't much to tell other than I've been staring at his crotch on and off for 3 weeks.
Next class was PoliSci. I saw Mary when I entered the room, and she waved me over. "Would you like to sit here?"
Hell yeah.
"How is your head? Let me take a look."
I turned my head away from her, so she could look at the back.
"Just a redness there now." She patted my knee. "Lunch after?"
She didn't have to ask me twice.
The dickhead (aka, the professor) started the lecture. There was a 3000 word essay due at the time of our Finals, and would be worth about 40% of our entire grade. He had yet to tell us what the subject would be. He did today: The viability of a third party in today's national politics.
DICKHEAD: "Now I know some of the classes tend to be light on what they expect of you this week, so that should give you plenty of time to start on it."
The dickhead.
Then he proceeded to review the history of third parties in national politics.
I mean, who gives a shit about this stuff. Why did I even take this class?
Then Mary put her hand on my thigh. Well, there were some benefits.
As we were leaving, I said: "Can you believe this? He couldn't have given it to us last week, or the week before?"
Mary just smiled at me. "We can work on it together if you like. Why don't you come over tonight, and we can discuss the outline?"
Sold. I asked her what time I should be over? She suggested 6:30.
We were on the way to her dorm, walking outside.
I said to her, "I've got something to ask you."
"Ask away."