***Not much to say, but thanks to those who have been following this story. As always, comments are highly appreciated. The main plan is to make this a 10 part series, and I hope to finish this within the next two months***

Much to Woody’s relief, it wasn’t all bad when everybody at school found out that he was ‘gay.’ Sure there were those hushed voices and quick glances every time he walked by a group of people in the hallway, but Woody soon learned that they weren’t all defamatory remarks. To Woody’s pleasant surprise, he learned just exactly how many ‘male admirers’ he had. He also suddenly found himself surrounded by girls who were disclosing their secrets and desires to him, stuff they would never tell a straight guy…so Woody felt more like a ladies’ man than ever.

Woody’s ‘outing’ also gave his best friend Reed Valentine confidence to ask out a guy in high school. This guy, Steve, was one of Woody’s ‘male admirers’ and had said yes to Reed in hopes of getting closer to Woody. When Reed figured out his motives, he immediately dumped Steve. “I can’t go out with a guy who used me to get closer to someone else,” was Reed’s perfectly reasonable argument. But deep down, Reed had a different take on it: if any guy beside Ethan White were to date Woody, it should be him!

By the end of their respective senior years, Woody and Ethan planned out their next year of living together. Woody was going to Ashton University, a small but highly prestigious college in the city it was named after. With a stroke of coincidence, Ethan accepted a teaching job there with a fellowship in the English department. By the end of the summer before the relocation, Ethan would give his father, who was the rightful owner of the shop anyway, full charge of White Geekz.

By the third week of May, the couple attended the other’s graduation. A week later, they went to visit Laurie at her eternal resting place. It had been three years since her passing, and Woody and Ethan have visited her grave this day every year, but at different times of the day. This was the first year they went together. Kneeling on the patch of grass before her stone, the two young men held each other and were reduced to tears. Without saying it aloud, they hoped Laurie’s spirit would somehow give them a sign of some sort to let them know that she approved of the relationship.

As close as Woody and Ethan were at the moment, as much as they were in love, their hearts still weighed heavily when they thought about the harsh truth: it was Laurie’s death that brought them together…if she hadn’t died, perhaps Ethan and her would still be together…perhaps Ethan would still be treating Woody like a little brother…perhaps Woody would be attending Ethan and Laurie’s wedding at this time…

A light breeze swept across their faces, drying the tears running down their cheeks. Woody and Ethan shut their eyes and took in a long deep breath; the cool cleansing air lifted their hearts and straightened out the knot of guilt that twisted their souls. They opened their eyes, displaying a gratifying smile, looking at each other for a long minute, and finally turning back to the stone that engraved her name. They nodded slowly to thank Laurie for her acceptance. Laurie replied back through another soothing breeze. Getting up to their feet, Woody and Ethan intended to bow one more time before leaving, but as it turned out, they couldn’t part from the beloved girl just yet. And so the two sat back down and recounted the twisted story of how they came to be together.


****

Woody walked around in the new apartment, deciding where to hang a still-life painting by Cézanne. Two bedrooms, one averaged-sized bathroom, one medium-sized living room, and a kitchen/dinner room area. It was definitely tighter quarters than Woody was used to at his parents’ house, but he was nevertheless excited at moving out on his own, living with the person who means the most to him in the world. Woody ended up hanging the painting on the kitchen wall, where the subject of the painting (cherries and peaches) seemed most appropriately placed.

Ethan was out meeting his fellow literary scholars. He asked if Woody wanted to come with, but recent high school graduate had never been interested in discussion of novels and poems and knew he wouldn’t add much to their conversation. So he politely turned down Ethan’s offer and decided to stay and unpack more of the boxes.

Woody was now unloading some of Ethan’s very heavy boxes labeled ‘books.’ The couple had just finished building a bookcase last night, and Woody wanted to surprise Ethan when he got home by stacking the books exactly how he usually found it at Ethan’s old home. The arrangement wasn’t too hard, being that it was mostly in alphabetical order. When Woody had finished placing the last few books on the shelves (one of them was ‘Winesburg, Ohio’ written by the author Woody was named after), the high school graduate opened a box labeled ‘mags.’ Not surprisingly, Woody saw that the top magazine was The New Yorker. Pulling out the top half of the magazine stack, Woody scanned through them: more of The New Yorker, Harper’s, Writer’s Digest, and other literary periodicals. After piling them all in the bottom corner of the bookcase, Woody pulled out most of the remaining magazines that quickly caught his interest.

Ethan had porno magazines!
Woody didn’t know why he was so surprised. Ethan was after all a red-blooded American guy who enjoyed most any form of sexual pleasure. But still! Woody had always thought Ethan was on a level above the common, typical guy. It just seemed strange to imagine Ethan finding the need to jack off to a girl in a magazine.

To Woody’s pleasant surprise, he saw the same issue of the playboy magazine he had so often jacked off to during middle school. Woody immediately turned to page twelve, the page with Eden, the hot brunette spreading eagle, and surely enough the corner was dog-eared. Woody grinned, realizing Ethan and he had similar tastes in girls.

And then the curious young man found another stack of magazines that surprised him even more…magazines similar in purpose to the Playboy magazine, but for a different gender. Woody picked one of them up and flipped through it…and put them back on the shelves. There really was no reason for Woody to be shocked to find these magazines, but he couldn’t help but be confused at the moment. It wasn’t until he saw the dates on the magazines that his confusion turned into pure anger.

“Honey, I’m home!” it was Ethan’s voice calling followed by the sound of the front door being shut.
Woody picked up one of the magazines and went out of the bedroom (used as a study room) and came into the living room. Ethan walked nonchalantly over to Woody, ready to kiss his boyfriend, but Woody slapped the magazine at the older man’s chest.

“Why do you have THIS?” Woody asked, almost scowling.
Ethan took the magazine and looked at the front cover that said GENRE and shrugged, “Because…I subscribed for it.” Ethan chuckled, not seeing the big deal, “Why? You don’t own any magazines with nearly naked people on it?”

“No!” Woody stammered, “I mean, yes, I do. But not magazines of guys. And that’s not the reason I’m upset! The month of this issue is April…I found magazines from February to July as well!!!”
“Yeah, so? They come out every month.” Ethan seemed not to understand.
“Why do you buy these magazines when we’re dating...I mean, don’t I satisfy you enough…why d’ya have to go look at this crap?”

“Of course you satisfy me, babe,” said Ethan, cupping his hands around Woody’s buttocks and pulling him closer, “And I’m sorry; I didn’t think it would upset you this much. I subscribed for ‘em six months before we went out, and so it just comes every…”
“Well, why didn’t you cancel it when we started dating?” asked Woody.
“Well, I figured you would enjoy their entertainment value as well.”

“Why would I enjoy reading a magazine full of guys?”
“I don’t know? I’ve seen your magazines of naked girls…I’m sure you enjoyed those. And since you’re going out with me…a guy…I just thought you might also enjoy magazines with hot men.”

“Well, I don’t, okay?” said Woody irritably, “These magazines don’t do anything for me. I’ve only ever been attracted to one guy, Ethan, and that’s you. That’s it…that’s all the queer I have in me.”
“Wow…that’s just…” Ethan was at a loss for words, “I guess I should feel special?”
“Well! Yes, you should!”
“Okay, I’m sorry. I will cancel the subscription if it bothers you this much.”

Woody nodded and finally relaxed, resting his head on Ethan’s shoulder, “Thank you.”

****

Early that August, Ethan had a great idea for Woody, the Welling twins, and Reed to spend time together before they went off to their respective colleges. Before the members of the “Freakin’ Four” would go on their separate ways into the world of adulthood, Ethan suggested taking a trip to San Diego for a few days and attend Comic-Con…an idea that the Welling twins and Reed were thrilled about. Simply wanting to spend time with his closest friends, Woody tagged along, knowing they would have fewer chances to see each other from now on.

To his astonishment, Woody rather enjoyed the geek-festival and especially loved meeting celebrities who were making upcoming movies from various comic-book serials. Instead of laughing and rolling his eyes at the reactions of his nerdy friends, Woody joined them in the hysterical star-struck extravaganza.

Then the first day of school came in a heartbeat. Living in a different city, Woody was cheerful to see that his popularity gained throughout the state from the football season carried through in his freshman year of college. The well-liked college boy easily made new friends, almost too easily. He simply found a place to sit in a classroom and, soon people were swarming about him, shaking hands with him, inviting him to their parties. Woody politely considered all the invitations, and by the end of his first day, found himself on the guest list to three different parties on the same Friday night.

“You thinking of going to all of them?” Ethan asked, stroking Woody’s bare shoulders while they lied in bed together.
“No, maybe just one. The sorority one’s bound to be fun,” Woody snorted, “Is that okay with you if I go…?”

“Sure!” Ethan said, “It’s the college experience. I can’t stop you from having fun. And I know you’ll manage yourself responsibly.”
“I still can’t believe you’re gonna be my English teacher. That’s so crazy. It’s forbidden hot.” Woody whispered sexily into his boyfriend’s ear, grating his hands on Ethan’s washboard abs.

Ethan sighed, “I’m just a teaching assistant. Professor Heinsworth is gonna be your real teacher. I’ll probably start some class discussions some days, but mostly I’ll be sitting in a corner grading your essays.”

“OOH, essays,” Woody giggled, “I’m so gonna use and manipulate you in every way so I can to get an A in that class.” Woody nibbled at Ethan’s neck.
“About that. Listen,” Ethan cleared his throat, “before you get upset, just listen, okay? Can we…is it possibly to try to keep our involvement to ourselves…No no, wait…Let me explain. You see, Heinsworth is a very Christian woman, very right-winged republican…a lot more conservative than other English professors, but she happens to be the best. If I manage to stay on her good side, she’ll do wonders for my writing career. She personally knows a lot of publishers, and if I get her recommendation along with my experiences with her on my résumé…I’m as good as gold…”

“Are you finished?” asked Woody.
“Yes,” nodded Ethan, “What do you say, can we keep our relationship private?”

“Our first date, Ethan, I was so freakin scared about everything, about everyone,” Woody frowned, “But the more time I spent with you, the more I wanted to tell the world that I was with you, that I have you, that you’re mine, because you’re just so very great. I’m more than proud to be with you; I feel so lucky. But now you want me to keep it on the down-low?”

“We can always go out,” explained Ethan, “We can always do stuff together. I’ll just ask where she usually frequents, which restaurant she likes the best, and we’ll just avoid going there. It’s just on campus, particularly in the classroom, that we’ll have to keep it platonic. It’s just one and a half hour every Tuesday and Thursday…okay?”

Woody nodded slowly and pulled his hands from under Ethan’s neck, moving to his own side of the bed, pulling the covers up, turning to his side facing the wall. Ethan whispered his apologies and stroked Woody’s arms, but Woody shrugged his hand away.

****

For that whole hour and a half during English 101, Woody sat in the back row of the classroom and avoided Ethan’s constant glances. Professor Lindsey Heinsworth…Woody was shocked to find out…was forty-years-old, but the shocking thing was that she looked no more than a day over thirty. Woody had to admit, she was one of the most attractive teachers he had that semester. She had flowing red-brown hair that came down to her shoulders and dressed herself conservatively, but no layer of clothing could hide the fact that she had a tall, slender build accentuated with a large, beautiful bosom.

When the bell rang, Woody filed out of the classroom and edged himself between some groups of people as they discussed about their English teachers, and he couldn’t help overhearing…
“Oh, my fucking shit, man. She’s the hottest MILF on the planet…” blurted a guy in a group of guys.
“She’s not married, she doesn’t have any children either,” corrected another guy. “And she loves young dudes, but not us. We’re too immature for her; she likes recent graduates. She’s probably fucking that assistant of hers.”
Woody stopped in his track, “How do you know so much?”
The guy blushed, “I failed the class last semester so I’m taking it again. She had a fuck-boy TA last year, and I’m assuming it’s the same this year.”

Blood boiled to Woody’s head as he traipsed away from the group of guys…but then he heard…
“Oh, my Wow. Did any of you get a little wet as I did just staring at Ethan…oh my God, I hope he’s single,” said a girl in the group of girls.
Woody stopped in his track and couldn’t help shouting, “He’s taken!”
“Oh damn. How do you know?” she asked.
Woody glowered at the girl, “I…my sister and him are an item.”
“Oooo,” nodded one girl understandingly, “That’s why he was staring at you so much. For a moment, I thought he was gay.”
Woody bit his lips as he said, “No, he’s not! He’s as straight as his front teeth! BUT LEAVE HIM ALONE.”

Woody had always been an easily jealous type of guy—Jessica Little and Ashley Lace were the biggest example—but this was the first time he was jealous concerning a guy, the first time that a female was hitting on the person he liked. Usually if it were a sleazy guy making a move on his love-interest, Woody would just pick a fight with that asshole. But in this situation, how was he supposed to pick a fight with a forty-year-old woman who was his professor?

When Ethan came home at 9 o’clock, Woody was ready to tear him apart, “Why the hell are you so late?”
“I’m sorry. Didn’t you get my message? Heinsworth wanted to introduce me to this big-name writer; I couldn’t turn her down. I told you to go ahead and eat without me.”
“Well, I wanted us to eat together, is that so bad?”

“No, that’s fine. I’m starving. Let’s eat.”
“I don’t feel like eating.”
Ethan laughed, “Okay, then. I’ll serve myself and you can…go on telling me what’s bothering you…”

“Are you sleeping with her?”
“No…and who?”
“Heinsworth.”
“No…and why would you think that?”
“Because I heard this guy in class say she got the hots for young, recently graduated guys like you.”

Ethan gave a sexy smirk, “Oh, look at you all jealous. That’s so cute. Your mouth is all puffy and your cheeks are red. You should get jealous more often. That’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen….come here you.” Ethan pulled Woody in for a kiss.

But Woody pulled away, “Stop it! I wanna know, is she hitting on you?”
Ethan shrugged, “I guess, she’s a flirtatious woman, but she flirts with everyone…But I mean, she keeps the banter very clean.”

“Do you flirt back?”
Ethan shrugged, “Well, I ‘reply’ back. I don’t know what constitutes ‘flirting’ back.”
Woody clicked his tongue, “Well, can’t you tell her you’re dating my sister or something so she’ll BACK THE HELL off.”

“I’m one step ahead of you,” Ethan pointed to the gold ring on his left hand, “Got it from a gumball machine. Looks real, doesn’t it? Never told her anything, but she thinks I’m married. I just never bother to correct her.” Ethan winked.

Woody’s face brightened considerably after hearing this. Wrapping his arms around Ethan’s neck, “You are the best, best boyfriend ever!”
“If I am…then you should know that I will never cheat on you, so you never have to be jealous,” said Ethan, “’Course you can always pretend to get jealous, cause I still think it’s pretty dang cute when you are!”
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That Friday during the first week of school, Woody went to a party. It was the first Friday night that the couple did not go out together since they started dating, and at first, Woody missed having the comfortable, familiar, strong body to lean onto, but after a few cups of margarita, Woody had loosened up and began to enjoy himself. Moving about from group to group, butting in their conversations, dancing with a couple of sexy girls, playing volleyball in the backyard of the sorority house, and then stripping to his bathing suit and jumping in the swimming pool. After the game of marco polo, Woody stripped off the last article of clothing…his swimming trucks…and got in a hot tub with a few girls who were clinging onto him like leeches. By the end of the party, Woody had managed to get five girls’ phone numbers without his asking.

It was 4 AM when Woody walked the three blocks back to his apartment. He crawled into bed quietly, trying hard to not wake up Ethan. But as the bed inevitably creaked, Ethan rolled around to face him. Woody expected Ethan to open his mouth and begin to nag and reprimand him. But instead, Ethan asked in a groggy voice, “Did you have a fun time?”
Woody nodded guiltily.
“That’s cool!” Ethan smiled softly, “Why didn’t you call me to pick you up?”
“I didn’t want to disturb you.”
“That’s sweet, but I don’t mind…Call me next time.”
“Okay…”
“Goodniiight, or good mooorning…or wadevaa...” Ethan drifted back to sleep.

When Woody woke up at noon the next morning, he got out of bed and followed the wonderful aroma of frying foods into the kitchen. Ethan was scrambling eggs in a pan and turned around when he heard Woody’s footsteps. “Good morning, sunshine. Go freshen up and I’ll have breakfast—or well, brunch—ready when you come out.”

Through their relationship, there were many times—including right now—when Woody had to wonder if he was dreaming. Is it possible in this world for there to be such a perfect girl/boyfriend? A girl/guy who doesn’t get mad when you come home drunk at 4 am? A significant other who cooks breakfast for you the morning after? At moments like this, Woody would have to pinch himself to see if he wakes up. Woody pulled a fold of skin from his arm until it turned red…but he didn’t wake up, he was still standing in the kitchen.

Still a bit light-headed, Woody brushed his teeth while showering and changed into fresh clothes, throwing the old clothes in the hamper. When he went back to the kitchen, true to Ethan’s words, breakfast—or well, brunch—awaited him. Woody sat down in front of the plates of eggs, bacon, waffles, the cups of chopped fruits, and the glass of milk…he leaned over to thank his cook with a quick kiss on the cheeks. They talked casually and ate casually and when they were finished, Ethan washed the dishes, and Woody volunteered to help dry and put them away.

Woody soon remembered he had a biology quiz on Monday over the first two chapters and had not even ripped the plastic cover off his textbook. He excused himself into the study room and began to read. Ethan went into the bathroom to relieve his bladder, and when he saw that the hamper was full, he prepared the clothes for laundry.

While Woody was rereading the third page again after drifting off into a daydream twice, Ethan opened the door and said, “Sorry to interrupt. I just found these in your pant pocket.” Woody immediately recognized, in alarm, that they were napkins with girl’s names and phone numbers on it. Woody tried to read Ethan’s face to see if he was upset, but the college grad simply said, “I’ll just put ‘em here for you.”

Ethan was about to walk out and shut the door, but Woody called him, “Wait. Ethan. I didn’t ask for their numbers at all…I swear. They just gave it me.”

Ethan chortled, “I know. But you should keep them in case you wanna form a study group, or something.”
Again, Woody had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming, “I don’t get it. Why are you never jealous?”
“What do you mean?”

Woody sighed exasperately, “I mean, I remember when you were dating Laurie. She told me guys swarmed around her all the time, trying to break you guys apart, and you were always so happy-go-lucky and never mentioned your concern about it once. That’s the only thing she’s ever complained about you…you never get jealous!”

“I trusted your sister as much as I trust you now…” Ethan crouched down to level his eyes with Woody’s.
“Well, maybe Laurie isn’t the type of person to cheat,” Woody said honestly, “But I’ve sure had a terrible record in that area. So why do you trust me?”

“Because I know how much we love each other. And…the simple fact that you want me to be jealous…that’s a great indicator that I have nothing to worry about at all,” said Ethan, pulling the other in for a kiss.

Looking down to see the newly opened biology textbook on Woody’s lap, Ethan said, “Hey, I took this class. If you want…you can look at my old notes, it’s from the same textbook but an old edition…it’s got the bare essentials…it’ll help you study for a quiz…but not a test.”

Woody widened his eyes with delight and tossed the book on the computer desk. “Oh, man, you’re gonna get some good lovin’ right about now, baby!” Woody jumped out of his chair, grabbed his boyfriend’s wrist and dragged him across the hall into the bedroom.

Their beautiful forms fell together, bouncing on the mattress. Woody was on top, pulling his partner’s shirt over his head, before delving at the nooks and crannies of Ethan’s upper body. Breathing in the incredible pheromone emanating from Ethan’s pits. Running excited hands all over the bigger man’s torso and rippling sides. Woody’s wonderful touch always made Ethan shiver with delight; the feel of Ethan’s wonderful body always made Woody’s cock drip with pleasure.

Ethan found his way on top now, pinning Woody’s hands to the mattress above his head. Burrowing his face down on Woody’s lips for a sumptuous kiss with tons of wet tongue action. Pulling his lips away suddenly in order to hear Woody sighing for more. Ethan loved it, to hear Woody’s disgruntled purr, to hear Woody utter how much he needed Ethan’s lips and tongues. So waiting five more seconds, Ethan finally obliged and dove in for another kiss, a longer, more satisfying osculation.

Ethan could no longer wait to get his hands on Woody’s perfect body. To cup each muscle and skin. To graze his hands on Woody’s sparse, thin chest hair. So in one short grunt, Ethan peeled the shirt from Woody’s frame and stared, captivated by the beautiful body. The body he had seen so many times now, but never could get sick off. But at the moment, Woody’s body wasn’t exactly like it was normally; there were a few more marks…teeth marks…marks Ethan didn’t remember creating as they made love on Thursday.

“Whoa,” Ethan chuckled, “You must have been popular with the Tri-Sigma girls.”

Woody propped his head up with his elbows to see what Ethan was talking about. His face immediately turned red when he saw the many hickeys all over his chest. “Ethan, I swear, I didn’t…I don’t remember telling them to do anything like that. I promise…if I was clear-headed, I would have told them to stop.” Then he paused, “Are…are you jealous?”

“I will be…” Ethan grinned amusedly, “if I count more hickeys than I got my first time at a sorority party.”
And with that, Ethan began counting with his lips, on every red indentation on Woody’s flesh. One, he kissed an area above Woody’s right nipple. Two, he kissed under Woody’s left nipple. Three, placing his lips between Woody’s floating ribs. Four, licking towards the right of the navel. Five, planting wet lips on his left oblique.
“Well…only five.” Ethan concluded, “Ha ha. I feel sorry for you, I had six my first time.”

“I wouldn’t be so cocky…” Woody said, pulling down his pants and boxers, and flipping over to show his back which was spotted with more bite marks, “Count em and weep!”
Again, Ethan counted. Six, a light kiss on Woody’s shoulders. Seven and eight, lavishing his tongue over the marks on each shoulder blades. Nine, slightly to the right of Woody’s lumbar. Ten, smack in the middle of the small of Woody’s back. “Eleven…” Ethan had to go even lower this time, “Wow, you let a girl bite your bum?”

“Yep. And I feel sorry for you. I got almost twice as much as you.” Woody laughed, not sure why he was so happy to win the contest.
“Jesus, Sherwood,” Ethan asked, “You really want me to be jealous, don’t you?”
“Well, aren’t you?”
“Nope…” Ethan laughed, “Cause I lied before…I actually got twelve hickeys my first time.”

“That’s not fair!” Woody sniggered, “You’re much hotter than me.”
“Well, let me make it an even dozen.” Ethan said, spreading out Woody’s ass cheeks and chomping down at the tight target.

****

Thirty minutes and three orgasms per person later...

The exhausted lovers laid on their sides, facing each other, arms wrapped over and under their torsos. Hands slowly, leisurely grazing their backs. Their breaths lingering in the area between their faces before dissipating throughout the room. Their eyes ever connected by their spirits. Their ears tuned into the soft sounds of their movements. The smell of sex and sweat, the taste of sweat and cum, all savored, all fulfilled.

Ring. Ring. Ring.
Too entranced in their gaze, too immersed in their loving embrace, too lethargic after passionate, tender sex. The lovers decided to let the answering machine pick up the call.

“Hey, you’ve reached Woody and Ethan’s. We’re probably here by the phone, but we want to screen people. So if you want, leave us a message. And if we want, we’ll call you back. If we don’t call you back, TAKE A HINT. Okay, here comes the beep…”

The couple had recorded the greeting only days before, and at the moment, they couldn’t stop laughing at their ridiculously rude message.

“Oh, hehe, funny message,” was the high squeaky voice of a girl neither Woody nor Ethan recognized, “Hey, Woody. This is Shonda. Remember me? You wrote your number on my bra last night. First, wanted to say thanks for coming to our party. All the girls at the sorority can’t stop talking about you. I’m an editor for The Campus Hunks calendar, and we all agreed that you should be on it. If you’re interested, call me back…”

“I see you made quite an impression,” smirked Ethan, “And writing on a bra…I think I saw that on FRIENDS once.”
“Um…” flustered Woody, “They ran out of napkins to write on.”

“You want to be on the calendar?” asked Ethan.
“I don’t know,” Woody said cautiously, “I mean, you know me. I have no problem taking off my shirt in public. But this is…different.” Woody thought for a moment, “Wait, have you ever been asked to be on a calendar?”
Ethan nodded, “Yeah, but I turned them down. But still, that doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t…if you’re comfortable and confident enough, then go for it. I bet you’ll make the front cover.”

****

It was five minutes into the class, and no teacher were to be found. Most of the students who gave a damn about participation points were there, but no teacher were in sight. Soon, speculations were swarming around the room.
“They’re problem doing it.”
“Missionary style.”
“Nah, missionary’s too boring. Doggy style is more like it.”
“Well, Ethan’s probably the type of guy who can make missionary style not boring.” “He’s probably eating her out.”

Woody had to sit there and endure the torture as flash images of Ethan and Heinsworth doing nasty deeds bombarded his mind.

Then when student were about to leave, Ethan ran into the class, panting, “Sorry, guys. I’m not late; you’re just early.” Putting his leather portfolio on the desk, he huffed out his story, “I was sitting in a boring meeting, playing Tetris on my cellphone. Thank God Professor Heinsworth called to say she was sick, so I hauled ass out of there.” The students laughed. Students always loved it when teachers tried to act like one of them by cussing, “Okay, now, let’s talk The Sun Also Rises.”

Woody was simply amazed at Ethan’s natural charisma, his easy-going-ness that allowed non-literary types like Woody to express his own minute opinions without being rejected and ridiculed. He was in awe of Ethan’s ability to carry the class into deep discussions about the text, the subtext, and the meaning and purpose in Hemingway’s writing. Never having seen Ethan play football, Woody saw the ease of Ethan’s leadership of the class and imagined the ease of Ethan’s leadership on the field. Simply put, the college freshman had more respect for his boyfriend than even before.

As the class divided into three groups for further discussion, Woody surrounded himself with four of the hottest girls in the class. None of the girls had any desire to discuss Hemingway’s novel and neither did Woody. They were delighted to be sitting with the cutest, most charming boy in the class, talking, joking, and giggling with him. Even though their brains were filled with sugar and nothing more, Woody rather enjoyed innocently flirting with the girls, knowing full well that his boyfriend was watching intently. Woody didn’t know why it turned him on so much, to push Ethan’s button, but Woody had to find out what would finally trigger Ethan to outwardly show his jealousy.

A girl stroked down Woody’s upper arm, and Woody grinned sexily at her, all the while imagining Ethan boiling with rage. Another girl whispered in his ears, almost sticking her tongue down his aural canal, and Woody closed his eyes and sighed at the thought of Ethan’s head exploding. Another girl was playing footsies with him, and Woody scooted back in a way so Ethan could see what was happening under the table. When class ended, Woody sandwiched himself between the four girls as they walked out of the classroom, glancing momentarily at Ethan who was stuffing paper in his leather portfolio.

“Sherwood, can I talk to you for a moment?” Ethan called after him.
Woody said good-bye to the four girls and turned back into the room. Woody knew he had done it; he had made Ethan jealous, “Yes?”
“I’m coming home early today. What do you want for dinner?”
“Lasagna…”
“Ooo, you read my mind,” Ethan smiled, “But instead of regular lasagna, how about I use macaroni instead and make pizza lasagna?”
“Sure,” Woody frowned, “Is that all you wanted to ask me?”
“Well,” Ethan snickered, “I wanted to ask you to make out with me, but the new class is filing in…so…I’ll see ya when you get home.”
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Although he promised to come home by six and eat pizza lasagna with Ethan, Woody actually came home two hours later. When he walked into the living room, Ethan was watching TV.
“Hey, what took you so long?” Ethan asked, parting his eyes from the TV set.
“A couple of friends invited me to a burger joint so I joined them. I would have called you, but my cell battery died,” Woody lied. He was at the library, passing the time by getting on Facebook.com. And his phone worked just fine.
“Cool, I guess that’s more lasagna for me,” said Ethan, “I’m glad you’ve met new friends already.”

“Yeah, they’re the girls I met at the sorority party…” Woody said, carefully observing Ethan’s face.
Ethan nodded casually, “That’s cool.”
Woody plopped down on the couch next to Ethan and leaned on his shoulders. Woody had rubbed his neck with a sample fragrance from a magazine, hoping Ethan would take notice. Ethan kissed the top of Woody’s hair, “Mmm, you smell nice.”

Woody replied, “Yeah, that’s Krystal’s perfume. She was sitting so close, it rubbed off on me.”
“Next time, ask where she got it. I think it’s a fragrance my mom would like.”
“Sure I can do that,” Woody said, “You know, she smells really good ALL THE TIME. Like when we were dancing at the party with her grinding up against me. It wasn’t just her though; hot girls were all around me, rubbing their titties on my chest. But I kept leaning towards Krystal…cause the look and smell of her bare, white shoulders were the most intoxicating thing ever.”

“And you weren’t intoxicated enough with all the booze?” Ethan asked.

Was that a jealous remark? Woody wondered. Ethan was sometimes frustratingly hard to read.

“Oh, yeah. I better recharge my cell. Waitin’ for a call from Rachel. We may go out tonight,” Woody said. “Me, her, and two of the other girls.”
Ethan nodded, “That’s cool! Have fun.”
“Oh, that won’t be a problem cause Rachel’s the funnest of the girls. She’s frickin’ hilarious. She’s also handsy, always wanting to feel my biceps, commenting on my abs, groping my ass. I think, she’s actually the one who gave me a hickey on my butt at the party last Friday. And just a moment ago, I gave her piggy-back ride to her car after eating. Her big breasts were flopping against the back of my head…”

“That’s cool. She does sound fun.”
Woody shot up from the couch and began screaming, “God damn it, Ethan! Why the fuck aren’t you jealous? I’m telling you all this and all you can say is ‘that’s cool?’”

“Why should I get jealous of you having fun?”
“Because…I’m having a fun time…WITHOUT YOU,” Woody said, “That’s the reason you should be jealous.”
“Okay, do you want me to go out with you and Rachel and the girls?”

“No, I want you to tell me…you’re jealous!”
“But I’m not jealous.”
“Why not?” Woody asked, “I came home from a sorority party with five phone numbers. Got hickeys all over the place. Told you I was dancing with girls bumping and grinding next to me, swam in a pool with fifty topless girls, and fucking jumped in a Jacuzzi with five of them afterwards. Then I was in your classroom flirting with four other chicks. And just now I ditched your pizza lasagna to go out with the five girls I felt up at the party.”

“Were you planning on sleeping with any of them?”
Woody shook his head furiously, “No!”
Ethan spread his hand in a voila fashion, “There you go. I no reason to be jealous.”
“Still,” Woody griped, “There’re only two reasons you’re not jealous. Either you’re so full of yourself that you think nobody would ever cheat on you. Or you simply don’t care about me and you don’t give a damn what I do…” Woody wiped a spit off the side of his mouth, “But you’ve never been that cocky of a guy…so it must be the latter. You’re not jealous because I’m not important to you!”

“That’s nonsense. Of course, you know how much I love you!”
“Why don’t you show it? Why don’t you show me you care?”
“Your concept of caring is different than mine. You think by caring, you have to express every little thing that concerns you. But I think by caring, I should learn to trust you…which I do completely.”

“Still, you could ask me not to go out with Rachel…”
“Okay,” Ethan nodded, “If you don’t want to go out with Rachel and her friends, then don’t.”

“No, not like that. The way you sound, you’re actually saying ‘do whatever you want, I don’t care.” Woody sneered, “That’s what it sounds like you’re saying. So fine, I will go out with Rachel and her hot friends.”

The cell phone vibrated in Woody’s pants. He reached in the pocket and pulled it out. It was Reed who was calling him. Woody flipped open the phone and said, “Oh, hey, Rachel. How’s it going babe.” Reed laughed and asked what was going on. Woody replied, “Oh, just bored out of my mind here. Can’t wait to see you tonight. Where are we going?....that under-21 club? Right on…what are you gonna wear?...The short skirt you wore last Friday was HOT!...Oh, more of your girlfriends are coming? The more the better, I’d say. Hope we all fit in the limousine!...I’m the only guy, right?…Awesome!”

Ethan yanked the phone from Woody’s hand and snapped it shut, throwing it on the couch. He shook his head at Woody and stated, “You’re not going anywhere tonight!” Pushing the smaller-framed boy against the wall, Ethan pressed his lips forward for a deep, crushing kiss. It was the most forceful, possibly most satisfying, definitely the roughest, unrestrained kiss between the two of them…repressed only by the fact that Ethan hadn’t bit Woody’s tongue off.

No prior kiss had sucked so much air out of him; Woody thought he would pass out if it lasted for much longer. But as soon as Ethan’s lips pulled away, Woody gasped and leaned forward, wanting more of the unexpected overzealous kiss. But the dominating lover refused to oblige. Ethan was going to do what he wanted with his lover, not let Woody have his way. And the younger man happily relinquished all control to the older, stronger man.

“I forbid you to go out with Rachel,” Ethan exhausted hot breaths into Woody’s face.

Woody inhaled the intense aroma, “Forbid me?”

“Yeah! Forbid! You got a problem with that?” snarled Ethan.
“No, I love it,” moaned Woody.

Ethan ripped the buttons off Woody’s shirt, exposing his torso, but never completely taking it off. He gripped strong, tense hands all over his lover’s body, leaving red marks on his skin to show ownership of the flesh.

“You want hickeys?” Ethan asked, “I’ll give you all the damn hickeys you want.” He delved his face into the hollow of Woody’s neck, gnawing hungrily at the jugular and tendons, almost to the point of drawing blood, causing his partner to release sighs of ecstasy. Ethan drove his hips forward, crushing Woody’s pelvis, smashing their hardening cocks together, “You wanna bump and grind? You fucking do it with me! No one else, but ME! You understand?”

Woody nodded with pure delight. This was what he wanted, not to hurt Ethan, but to know that Ethan was for real. Throughout their relationship thus far, Ethan had always seemed so unreal, so perfect in a frustrating way. His only flaws were the good kind: that he trusted too much in people, that he was too nice to people who wronged him. To know that his lover wasn’t some heaven-made-robot, but an actual person…a real man with a man’s raw, fiery, sometimes violent temperament…this was turning Woody on so fast and hard; it was a miracle he hadn’t come yet.

Woody quickly undid his pants, yanking it down with reckless frustration, stepping out of it with impatient gladness. Ethan undid his pants and pulled them down to his knees, but he knew, for what he was about to do…it didn’t matter if his pants were completely off his legs.

Pulling Woody’s legs up, off the floor, hooking them right below his ribcage, Ethan pressed his chest hard against Woody’s to keep the younger man from slipping down the wall. And without a warning, without protection and lubrication, Ethan plunged upward into Woody’s aching hole. The younger boy clenched his teeth to the point of fracture, squeezing the back of his lover, as the pain speared through him, and he thought he would pass out for a second time since Ethan tossed down the phone.

“That’s right!” Ethan grunted, “That’s what you get for flirting with other girls.” Dragging out his monstrous cock just a little and driving it in deeper, pressure and friction like none both men had never ever felt before, rubbing every nerve endings raw…Woody had asked for it, and Ethan was gonna give him what he deserved.

It was the first time that Ethan fucked ONLY, and did nothing else with the rest of his lover’s body. His hand always on Woody’s hip, making sure he stayed on for the rough ride, but not actively seeking to further pleasure Woody’s body. But even with the rough and carelessness of Ethan’s actions, even without having Ethan’s hands and lips on his skin, Woody could still feel that pleasure was overpowering the pain. As Ethan literary drove him up the wall, Woody cranked his head up, staring at the ceiling, the world spinning violently above him…

With a big forceful hand, Ethan grabbed the back of Woody’s head and snapped it back down, “LOOK AT ME! I want your eyes on me! Always on me! Don’t fucking let me catch you staring at another girl, Sherwood. I own your body, including your eyes, and I want them on me! You understand?”

Again, Woody nodded fervently and obeyed. He stared down at the face of his forceful, potent lover…what used to be the clean ocean-blueness of Ethan’s eyes had sunken thousands of feet, forming an abyss of dark-blue whirlpool that sucked in Woody’s soul, and trapped it in riptide current, never to be released.
Ethan brought his jaws back on his submissive lover’s mouth; once again, Woody ceased to breath as eager tongue choked him and foaming hot saliva drowned him. Ethan’s animalistic, ferocious manipulation of both ends of his body reduced Woody to a pathetic whimper, like a yelp of a little puppy being taken over by a full-grown bulldog.

“Say you want me to cum inside you!”
“Please, cum inside me. I need to feel the explosion!” Woody groaned.
Ethan granted Woody’s yearning, producing a non-human howl that startled both himself and his lover, shooting a copious load deep inside the tight orifice. Woody moaned as he felt the hot stream strike against the walls of his entrails, lodging between the crevices, seeping down and out slowly, but not before another burst flooded his system.

All too soon, Ethan removed himself from Woody, drawing out the overflowing spunk to drip on the carpet.
Wood sighed, “But Ethan, I haven’t…”
“I know you haven’t!” Ethan growled, “And you won’t until I let you.”

Up to now, Woody had enjoyed his punishment, but this—not allowing him to climax—was not what Woody expected. “How long will you make me hold off?”
“The more you ask, the longer it’ll be.”
Woody frowned desperately, “Please, Ethan, don’t do this to me. I’m dying for release.”
“Well, you’re not getting it now!” Woody huffed, “I made pizza lasagna. I don’t care how full you are. You’re eating with me.”

“Of course I will.”
Ethan pulled up his pants and buttoned it, but he ordered Woody to stay naked while eating. The two walked over to the kitchen. Woody sat down as Ethan stuck the lasagna dish in the microwave for a couple of minutes. After reheating, Ethan set it in the middle of the table and served a hearty portion on Woody’s plate before sitting down across from him. “What are you waiting for? Eat!”

Woody finished the dish in no time. He was hungry, but moreover he was horny. Knowing the faster he ate, the sooner they would probably get back to business. His cock was swollen and straining as he inhaled the food, and Woody couldn’t help but look down to notice how crimson it was—like a log in a fire, a flaming ember—Woody’s wood was burning.

“I said, KEEP YOUR EYES ON ME, did I not?” asked Ethan harshly. Woody made effort to pull his eyes back up to his partner, who was now standing up and leaning across the table to serve Woody more of the lasagna, “Eat more. And enjoy it this time. Don’t scoff it down.”
And so Woody took time to savor the second serving and when he forked up the last mouthful, Woody admitted, “It’s delicious!”
“Thank you. It’s my mother’s recipe,” Ethan cracked a smile.

Throwing the dishes into the sink Ethan bent Woody over the cleared table, pulled down his pants once more, and began to enter him again. Woody so badly wanted to touch his aching, pulsating cock…with just one slight touch, Woody knew he could release….but Ethan kept his lover’s hands pinned on the table, his face smeared against the surface. Two sensational extremes merged on Woody’s body. The cool metallic surface of the table against his front side, and Ethan’s hot, sizzling body crushing down on his backside. The smooth even surface of the table pressing at his chest versus the rough, bumpy knuckles of Ethan’s hands on his back.

“Ethan, please…I need to release…I can’t stand it anymore. Please!”
“NO!” Ethan shouted, “Not now. Not ever!”

Ethan pulled out and flipped his distraught lover to lie on his back. Throwing his ankles over the shoulders, Ethan pummeled in again. Woody’s hands were totally free to touch his cock if he wanted, but Woody didn’t dare venture his hands down there in fear of harsher retribution. So he kept them gripped at the edge of the table…

The unsteady table now rocked underneath, as Ethan continued to beat in and out of him, faster and deeper and harder, grunting lower and longer through gritted teeth…This was just too much, the pleasure and pressure building inside of Woody to the extreme, but without a way to release…No one could handle such overwhelming sensation…and so Woody squeezed his eyes shut as he passed out…for real this time…

…When he came too, he no longer felt the hard cold surface of the table on his back. He was lying in bed, immersed under many soft warm sheets. The five senses slowly returned to him. His hearing came back faster than his vision reformed, so that he could hear the sound of sniveling and sobbing before he could match the noise to the sight of a man crouching in the far corner of the room. That man was Ethan of course, squatting by the bookcase, his head was on his hands, shaking frenziedly between his knees.

Woody gave a slight cough to get the sobbing man’s attention. Ethan looked up could see Woody’s head rise from the pillow. Shooting back up, he hurled forward and ran to the edge of the bed, “God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do that…Please, Sherwood, forgive me. I’m so sorry I hurt you…”

Woody looked at Ethan and ran his fingers through his sweat-moistened hair, “It’s okay. I’m fine. It was nothing.”
“I love you, Sherwood. I never meant to hurt you.”
“I know you didn’t…and I love you too.”

“You’re the most important thing in my life and I just wanted you to know,” tears continued to stream out his pretty blue eyes, “that it hurt me when you said I didn’t care for you…when all I’ve ever done was try to make you happy.”

“I AM HAPPY. I’m always so grateful to have you,” said Woody, “I was the one at fault. I was just being stupid…you’re always so nice and understanding and forgiving…I just didn’t think you could be real…I didn’t think it was possible for there to be someone like you. But now I know you’re the realest thing in my life! How much we love each other…that’s the realest thing there is.”

“I’ve decided.” Ethan gulped, “I’m telling Heinsworth about us.”
“What? No…you can’t…what about your writing career?”
“So it’ll be a bit harder to get people to notice my work, but you know me, I’ve never backed down from a challenge before…” Ethan wiped the tears with his forearm, the moisture from his eyes cleared to reveal the shining blueness behind it.

“You’re right.” Woody said, “And to me, you’ve never lost a challenge either.”
“I can’t tell you how sorry I am for acting like I did.”
“It’s alright,” Woody said, “As a matter of fact. It was great. It was phenomenal.”
“It was?” Ethan seemed so surprised.
“Hell, it was the best sex we’ve ever had.”

“What?” Ethan shook his head, “But you didn’t get to finish.”
“Granted, if you let me cum, it would have been even better. But what you did, it was the hardest, deepest, most bang for your buck fuck you’ve ever done to me.”

“But I don’t want that…” Ethan frowned, “I don’t want our best to be when we’re angry. I want our best to be when we’re both happy. I want our best to be the most intimate, the most romantic, the most loving…”

“It’s just the way I felt,” Woody said, “Honestly, I always think the best sex is the one we’re having at that moment…”

“Well, then…we’re gonna have the best sex…over and over again…”

Ethan peeled away the blankets to reveal Woody’s naked form and his growing erection, as he climbed onto the bed and eagerly licked his partner’s stomach…

That night, the couple learned something very important. God forbid it, if they should ever break up, it would NOT be because of a third party...but rather, due to a problem among the two of them...

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