Was It Destiny?
WAS IT DESTINY?
By Kevin---unoponcho
Some young people have it all and some have nothing. I fell in the nothing category. My parents were not educated, and were always striving to survive. My dad had no trade and took whatever job he could find. My mother worked in a cleaners and did laundry. I had two younger brothers and a sister. Some times we would go a couple days without having anything to eat. From an early age I started taking any job that I could find.
While in school, I made up my mind that I was going to get an education and not live day to day like my family was doing. I studied hard and made good grades. I was particularly good in mathematics. I did not have the clothes that other kids had, but that did not deter me from trying to improve my life. Some times my clothes had patches or holes and some of the kids would make jokes and say unkind things. I never let it bother me and I accepted the fact that I was poor, but that was not the only thing that made me different from my classmates. I knew that I was gay. Most of the times I would not even admit it to myself.
The last three years in high school, during the late spring to mid fall, I mowed lawns and took care of people’s flowerbeds. Other times, I worked as a stock boy in a grocery store. Most of the time I would have to work after the grocery store closed and restock the shelves. Often I would go to school with only a few hours sleep. Somehow I always remained cheerful and just knew that there would be better days ahead. I felt like my life was going to change.
Between my junior and senior year in high school, I had managed to narrow my yard work down to six very wealthy, influential residences. I worked hard, was reliable and a dependable young man. The people I did lawns for liked me and were generous with their kind words as well as paying me a decent wage for the work I did.
Mr. Rodney Barker owned one of the homes where I had taken care of the lawns and flowerbeds for two years. His son, Duke, was my age. I thought that Duke was the cutest best-looking guy in the world. He was absolutely gorgeous in my opinion. Duke went to a private school and would have considered it beneath him to go to my public school. He was always making sarcastic remarks to me, and let me know in so many ways that he was better than me. It would have been way below his dignity to have to mow the lawn or do any manual labor. Yet for some reason I overlooked his attitude and his feelings of superiority towards me. I had a crush on him and did my best to make him like me but to no avail.
I had just started my second semester in my senior year, when I heard that Mr. Barker had been arrested and indicted for embezzlement of a considerable amount of money and that he had pleaded guilty and was in prison. I went by the Barker’s home - it was empty and up for sale. Later I heard that Mr. and Mrs. Barker were divorced and were bankrupt.
Mr. George Sullivan owned another home at which I did yard work. He was an elderly man who was retired and lived by himself in this huge expensive house. He always had the latest model Cadillac. He was always extremely nice to me when I was working for him. He would bring me cold drinks and was always called me “Son”. I knew he liked me and was always asking about my school grades and what I wanted to do with my life after I had graduated from high school. Several times he asked me if I had ever considered going to college. I always replied saying that I did not think that I could ever afford it.
Two weeks before I graduated, the principle called me to his office. I could not imagine what I had done to be summoned there. I went in and sat down in front of his desk and was so scared that I could hardly talk. He told me that I must have a guardian angel. He instructed me to contact the Dean of College at Georgetown University. Because of my high grades and aptitude in mathematics an anonymous donor had provided sufficient funds for me to attend college for four years. The Dean of College would explain to me what I needed to do to enroll and how the funds were to be made available to me.
Georgetown University was located in a small community twenty miles away. and although it was small, it was noted for it’s high academic standards. While it was expensive to attend, only with high grades were accepted as students.
There was but one person I knew who possibly would do this for me. It had to be Mr. Sullivan. Saturday, I went to mow his lawn. I did not know if I should say anything to him or not. If he wanted to be anonymous for some reason, maybe I should not say anything. I did not know what to do.
I had been working for a couple of hours and he came out of his house and sat down on his patio. He told me to take a break and join him there. The maid came out bringing a pitcher of lemonade and cookies. I was both hungry and thirsty, so he did not have to twist my arm when he told me to help myself. He asked if I had decided whether or not I was going to college. I told him that some angel must be looking out for me and about my conversation with the high school principle.
Mr. Sullivan smiled and asked me if I were going to go over to the University and talk to the Dean of College? I said that I wanted to, but that I was embarrassed as I did not have any suitable clothes to wear and I did not know how I was going to get there. Mr. Sullivan changed the subject and we talked about several other things before I returned to work.
The week following graduation, I was back at Mr. Sullivan’s house working on his lawn and flowerbeds. I had finished mowing and had turned on the sprinklers. He came out of his house and brought me a coke. Again we set down and talked. As always the conversation was about me as he never would talk about himself. This time he asked me about the other people for whom I worked and the days on which I took care of their lawns. He asked it in such a way that I did not think anything about it.
That afternoon after I had finished, Mr. Sullivan came out and paid me. He told me that he had taken the liberty to call Mr. Gerber, whose lawn I was supposed to cut the next day. He had arranged for me to do that job on Saturday. He told me that he would pick me up at my house at eight o’clock the next day and take me to Georgetown University to see the Dean of College.
Mr. Sullivan did pick me up and we made two stops before we got to our destination. The first stop was at a barbershop and he paid for my getting my haircut. Then we stopped at a men’s clothing store where he paid for new casual clothes and shoes for me to wear.
He waited on me in the University Union while I went to see the Dean. Within an hour or so I was registered and enrolled to attend in the fall. The only question that Mr. Sullivan asked was if I was enrolled. He didn’t want to know or hear any more details about my conversation with the Dean. Mr. Sullivan then took me to lunch before taking me back home.
The summer passed by very fast. The week before I was to leave for college, Mr. Sullivan told me that he had contacted the other people for whom I had been doing lawns and they had taken up a collection to purchase clothes for me to take to college. He took me back to the same men’s clothing store. I started trying on clothes. Mr. Sullivan took a seat and approved or disapproved of everything I tried on. Before leaving the store I had a complete wardrobe for every occasion while at University. Everything from gym shorts to suits, sport jackets, trousers, ties, shirts, sweaters, shoes, socks, underwear, in fact the lot!
Mr. Sullivan was driving and I thought that he was taking me home. I tried to thank him and the others for their generosity. I could not think of adequate words and I became very emotional. I started crying. Mr. Sullivan was trying to console me and told me that they were just repaying me for the hard work I had done, and because I was such a fine and intelligent young man. I looked over at Mr. Sullivan and tears were on his cheek, and he was smiling at me.
I soon realized that he was not driving towards my house, but was a few blocks from his house. He pulled up into his driveway and opened up the garage doors. He got out of the car and told me to get out. After I got out of the car, he reached into his pocket and handed me a set of car keys. He pointed to an older Cadillac parked in the garage.
“Son! Go back out your car so we can put your new clothes in it.”
“What do you mean, MY CAR?”
“Son, that car has been setting in my garage for years. I very seldom ever drive it. I have no use for it. I’ve had the title put in your name and have taken out insurance for you. You are going to need transportation while you are in college. Now, go back it out of the garage and help me get your clothes in it and then you can drive it home.”
All of the wonderful things that had been happening were a mystery to me. I had no explanation for it. My parents certainly did not understand. I guess that my dad suspected that I was gay. He jumped to the conclusion that I had prostituted myself and had done sexual favors for Mr. Sullivan and others to obtain the clothes, car and college education. He unjustly called me a faggot, queer and other unkind names. Up until now, I had never had even been close to having sex with a man. My mother never said anything other than it was the work of the good Lord. When I left home, my father and I were at odds with each other. I left a day earlier than necessary to avoid any further confrontation with him.
Adjusting to college life was particularly difficult for me. I had no background or knowledge as to what all took place at a college. No one in my family or friends’ families had ever been to college. The biggest adjustment was having a roommate. Particularly my room mate. His name was Kenneth. We had absolutely nothing in common. I was not ashamed of coming from a poor family but I was not going to broadcast the fact. Kenneth on the other hand let everyone know that he had money, and was from an important family with political pull and influence.
The day after Kenneth moved in with me, he informed me that he was gay and as long as I would suck his dick and I let him suck mine that we would get along fine. He was openly gay and did not even try to hide the fact. I was so naïve that I did not know if this was the norm, and if all room mates had sex together or not. Kenneth certainly had a nice body that was very appealing to me. I decided that if he wanted to have sex with me then I would not protest. If he started telling other classmates about our sexual encounters, that it would be my word against his.
Kenneth had been gone for sometime, and he had not told me where he was going, or when he would return. I went to bed and was almost asleep when he came into the room. I did not move or say anything to him. I was so near asleep that I just did not want to be disturbed. He got undressed, turned out the lights, stood by his bed naked, and began to beat off. I just lay there and watched him with interest. I had never seen anyone jack off before, and I had never seen another man with an erection. I had always been ashamed of my penis because I imagined it to be smaller than other men. To my surprise my penis was considerably larger than Kenneth’s. At the time it was as hard as it had ever been. I found the sight of Kenneth beating off was extremely exciting.
I was laying on my side with a sheet pulled over me covering myself from the waist down. With one eye closed and the other slightly open I watched Kenneth as he was beating off, and walking up to the side of my bed. I did not know what he was going to do. I just lay there watching him while all the time he thought that I was asleep.
He reached over and carefully pulled down my sheet, and then reached for my dick. I was waiting for his reaction when he discovered that I had a hard-on. For some reason I did not care what he thought, and so far as I was concerned, if he wanted to feel my dick, that was fine with me. He had barely touched my dick when I rolled over on to my back making it more accessible to him. He stroked it a few times and then went down on me. It was all I could do to keep from screaming out with joy. Finally, I was having my dick sucked on. I had tried often to imagine what it would feel like, but I had no idea that it could be so wonderful. Without thinking I had put my hands on his head. He now knew that I was awake. Neither of us said anything.
He got on the bed with me and got between my legs and continued to suck me off. I got up on my elbows and watched him as he was going up and down on my hard dick. It was all I could do to keep from making any sound and showing the pleasure he was causing me. I lay my head back down and pulled the pillow over my face to muffle any unintentional noises that might slip out. I found that biting on the pillow seemed to help.
As I was getting close to shooting off, I wondered if he intended me to do so in his mouth or whether I should forewarn him. The closer I got to an ejaculation, I had decided that I would enjoy it more if I shot off in his mouth and if he did not like it, that that was his problem. After all this was the first time anyone had ever sucked my dick, and how was I to know? I removed the pillow from my face and got back on my elbows as I wanted to see both him and myself when I did finally shoot off. I had raised my rear up in the air and he put his arms around my ass as he continued to pump up and down on my near to exploding dick. He kept on sucking me until I had projected all my cum down his throat. I lowered my hips back onto the bed and lay back while trying to get back my breath.
Kenneth slapped me on my hips, and got off of my bed.
He asked, “Roomy, how was that?”
I replied, “Oh man! I had no idea that a blowjob would feel that great.”
“Are you saying that that was your first blowjob?”
“Yep! That was my first”
“Oh hell man! If I had known that, I would have given you one of my super-deluxe jobs. With a body like yours, how have you managed to not have a blowjob before now?”
“I don’t know. I guess that I have never been around anyone that was interested. All the guys that I have known were straight. I thought that I was the only person in school that considered he might be gay. Shit! I’m not for sure if I am gay or not, but I sure like having my dick sucked.”
Kenneth asked, “Then you have never sucked a cock before?”
“Nope. Do you want me to try to suck on yours?”
“You damn right I do! Get your ass over here on my bed. I’m so damn hot that my cock is about to blast off.”
Giving my first blowjob to Kenneth was for sure not the best blowjob that he had ever received, but as a beginner I must have done okay. For the next week I was given the opportunity to improve my skill. Anytime that Kenneth and I were in our room for any length of time, we exchanged blowjobs. As our class work began to require more of our time, mutually we agreed to discipline ourselves and put more time in studying than sex. That is not to say that we cut out having sex all together, but we drastically reduced the frequency.
Kenneth and I had a strange relationship. There were many things that I did not like about him. I could not put my finger on what it was but I did not like him and was aware that the feeling was mutual. However, we could overlook our animosity for the sake of being agreeable when it came to having sex together. So far as I knew, no one else was aware that Kenneth and I were sexually involved.
Everything was going great for me up and until the first of November. I had adjusted to the college life, set up good study habits, enjoyed my classes, and made good grades. I had made several friends and Kenneth was keeping my libido within bounds. Then I got a phone call from Dad. He told me that Mom was seriously ill. I went home to see about her. She had been in the hospital for several days and being away from her job, had used up all of her sick leave. Although Mom and Dad had some health insurance to cover most of her medical expenses, not having a paycheck really put them in a bind. I did not know what to do and even thought about dropping out of school and going to work to try and help out. However, Mom made me promise that no matter what happened, I would not drop out of school.
On my way back to the campus, I decided that I would get a part-time job as that would help out some. Knowing that at least I had experience in a grocery store stocking shelves I went to a store that was near the campus and applied for a job. I was hired as Assistant Manager and would work from 7:00 pm to midnight, six nights a week. By carefull scheduling, I believed that I could attend classes and have enough time to study and hopefully, keep up my grades.
The first night I went to work, I was in for a shock - Duke Barker was working as a stock boy! Duke, the snotty ass kid that I had a crush on who always looked down on me and thought he was better than me. Wearing blue jeans with holes and a raggedy pull over shirt, he had dirt on his face and hands. I just looked at him in disbelief! He appeared embarrassed when he saw me. We greeted each other and talked briefly; it was almost more than he could take to realize that I would be his supervisor.
In spite of everything, Duke had matured and was a handsome young man. I was as attracted to him as on the first day I ever laid eyes on him.
The first couple of nights I caught Duke goofing off, so I got onto him and said that I was not going to put up with someone working under my supervision who was not doing their job. He made a wise crack suggesting that I should have to work as a stock boy then I would know what it felt like. I informed him that I had been there and knew exactly what it was like. He then told me that if I had done it then so could he. He got up and went to work , putting in more effort and accomplishing more than I believed that I had ever done. He had taken it as a personal challenge to out do me.
Saturday night after Duke and I got off work, I invited him to go for a hamburger. We went to a drive-thru window at McDonalds and got hamburgers and drinks. There were only a few cars in the parking lot and I drove to the back of the lot so we could eat and talk. We had not been chatting for long before Duke began talking about his parents and telling me what had happened since I last saw him a little over a year ago. Duke seemed very depressed and like he just needed to talk to someone. I let him talk and listened intently to what he haad to say. He spilled out his guts for well over an hour and half.
Basically what he told me was:
His father was arrested, tried, and sentenced for a minimum of twenty years for embezzlement. His mother was also involved but got off scot-free. The result was that they were bankrupt and lost everything. All of his wealthy friends had abandoned him and would have nothing to do with him. His mother divorced his father and remarried within four months. His step father threw him out of the house and told him that he needed to grow up and learn how to survive on his own.
Mother had used her influence and connections to get Duke into Georgetown University in spite of his low grades in high school. Without her new husband’s knowing about it, she had managed to pay for his tuition and books but it was up to him to work and pay for his living expenses. He was enrolled in three classes and thus far was making good grades. He had another part time job in addition to his job at the grocery store working as a custodian at an office building down town. Presently, he was living in a one-room garage apartment behind an empty house that was going to be torn down. The garage apartment was also going to be demolished. His mother knew about him being gay, but his stepfather was homophobic and thus far had not learned about his gay lifestyle.
By the time Duke had finished telling me all the sad things that had happened to him, we were crying and holding and hugging each other. I had never felt so sorry for anyone as I did for Duke. He told me that I was the only person with whom he felt comfortable enough to reveal his problems, and it made him feel better now that he had talked to me. I told him that I wanted to be his friend and he should feel free to talk to me at anytime.
He apologized for the way he had treated me when in high school. He said that he had always actually admired and respected me and was even sexually attracted to me, but afraid that I would reject his advances. He did not think that he could stand that.
“Duke, I would have never rejected you. I doubt that I would have known what to do as I had no gay sexual experience until I came to college. But, I have always had a crush on you and longed for your friendship and to have sex with you from the first day I met you.”
“Would you reject me now? I would just love to give you a blowjob to show you how much I appreciate your friendship and how much I care for you.”
I replied, “Are you kidding? I have dreamed about having sex with you.”
Duke unzipped my pants, pulled out my hard cock, and started stroking it. I started up the motor on my car and told him that my roommate had gone home for the weekend and we could go to my room. He jacked on my cock, while I drove, all the way to the parking lot in back of my dorm.
As soon as we got into my room and I had closed and locked the door, we began taking off our clothes. I looked at and admired Duke’s nude body. He was more gorgeous than I had ever imagined. He put his arms around my neck and started kissing me. I was surprised having never been kissed by a man. We kissed, caressed, and fondled each other for sometime, before he got on his knees and went down on me. The loving way he was sucking on my cock was entirely different from my experience with Kenneth. Duke was not only striving to give me sexual pleasure, but also trying to show his love for me.
He backed away from my cock, looked up at me and said, “I love you and I love to suck on your big cock.”
I did not answer him. I put my hands on his head, spread out my legs to get more comfortable, threw my head back, and enjoyed the wonderful feelings that he was causing me to have. He sucked, and licked my cock and balls, and at the same time he was rubbing my legs and buttocks. I felt like I was in orbit, and was spinning around in outer space. I never felt anything like it before. My cock had never been that hard. It was ridged and sticking straight out in front of me wanting Duke to take it all into his mouth and deep in his throat, which he repeatedly did over and over.
He looked up at me, and said, “I have never been fucked - would you fuck me?”
I replied, “Are you sure you want me to do that to you?”
“Yes! I’m certain. I want you inside me.”
I stepped back and as he was standing up, I got a condom and lube out of my roommates drawer. Duke bent over and put his hands on the lavatory exposing his ass to me. I was not for sure as what I was supposed to do, but I put lube on his asshole and worked some of it inside his hole. I put the condom on my cock. It was the first time I had ever had on a condom. I put a lot of lube on my cock and tried to stick it up Duke’s hole. It took me several tries before I actually penetrated him. He moaned and I started to pull out. I did not want to hurt my new friend. He backed up pushing me further up inside him. I was finally all the way in and began to fuck him. He began moaning again, but I knew that this time it was a moan of pleasure. I gradually increased my rhythm and my natural instinct took over, and so I began to forget everything else, concentrating on giving myself and Duke pleasure. When I was nearing my climax, I suddenly had the desire to shoot off in his mouth rather than up his ass.
I pulled out of him, quickly removed the condom, and said, “Duke! I’m about to cum. Would you take it in your mouth?”
Duke quickly stood up, turned around, and got on his knees in front of me. He deep throated me as I shot off into his throat. He stood up and we kissed and hugged each other. I could taste my cum as he kissed me. I led him to my bed and he lay down on his back. I got between his legs and went down on him. This was the first time that I had the opportunity of sucking his delightful cock and having it in my mouth. I had one goal and one goal only, and that was to make love to his cock the same way he had done to mine. I loved the size, shape, smell and taste of it. To me it was a perfect cock on a man that I had always dreamed and fantasized about. After he shot off, I only had one regret, and it was that he shot off to soon. There was one consolation - that was that it was not going to be the last time that I would suck on his beautiful manhood.
I looked at my wristwatch before I lay down beside him. It was close to 4:00 am. We put our arms around each other and said goodnight.
We woke up close to 9:00 am. We got dressed and went to a local coffee shop for a quick breakfast. I dropped Duke off at his apartment and we agreed that I would pick him up later that afternoon and study together. Duke was taking an algebra course and was having difficulty with it and I was going to help him. I had an English class and had to write a paper, and my grammar left a lot to be desired. He was going to help me with my paper. After I had dropped Duke off, I took my first paycheck that I had received the night before, and I went to the grocery store where I would get a good staff discount and I spent it on groceries. I took the groceries home to Mom, Dad, brothers and sister. Mom was at home, but she was still in bed and very sick. The doctor had told her and Dad that Mom’s heart was very bad and he had done about all he could do for her.
My sixteen-year-old sister was a fair cook and was cooking for the family. I had taken them enough groceries to last them for at least a week. If Dad could pay the rent and other household expenses, they should be all right.
I picked up Duke and we spent the rest of the afternoon studying. Most of the time was spent by me helping Duke with his algebra class. We had dinner together and returned to my room. Duke took a nap while I worked on my English paper. I had just finished when he woke up. He proof read my work correcting the spelling and grammar errors. We had sex again and exchanged blowjobs before I took him back to his apartment.
For the next several weeks, Duke and I were together as much as possible. Working at the grocery store provided us with a definite time when we were able to see each other. Whenever the opportunity arose, we had sex. We had fallen in love and were becoming more dependent on one another.
Earlier when I first started working, and when Kenneth learned that my family did not have money, his attitude towards me changed completely. He no longer wanted to have sex with me and our relationship became very strained. He ignored me as if I did not exist. He began to spend more time with some of the wealthy classmates, and even told me that I was not in their social class. He thought that I felt begrudged as I was not one of them. What he did not know or understand was that I did not want to be associated with his so called social class.
Three days before Thanksgiving, Mom’s heart gave out on her and she passed away. Duke went with me to her funeral and was there to comfort me. I was very upset and did not know what my family was going to do without her. Mom’s sister and her husband lived a couple hundred miles away. They never were able to have any children. They came to the funeral and while there talked my Dad into letting them take my brothers and sister back home and live with them. My Dad’s brother convinced Dad that he should come and live with him for a while.
Everything had happened so fast and it seemed that my world would never be the same. The only thing I had to hold onto was the well-established friendship and love that Duke and I shared.
Between Thanksgiving and Christmas Holidays, I was mourning my mother’s death, but I was striving to study and keep up with my class work. Duke was always around when I needed him. I very seldom ever saw Kenneth when we both were awake. He was doing his thing and I was doing mine. Duke and I had made plans on spending the Christmas Holidays together. We would stay in my dorm room as soon as Kenneth went home for the holidays, and be together except when we were at work at our part time jobs.
I had exchanged several letters with Mr. Sullivan ever since I started to college. I kept him up to date as to what was going on in my life. I had told him about Duke without relating the gay part of our friendship. Mr. Sullivan knew about my mother’s death and my family being split up. He invited Duke and I to have Christmas Dinner with him.
To Duke and I, the holidays was like having a honeymoon. We had sex together as often as we could get an erection. We kidded each other that we were going to wear out each other’s penises.
I bought a big box of chocolates at the grocery store. I Christmas wrapped it, put Duke and my names on it, and took it to Mr. Sullivan when we went for Christmas Dinner. He was very touched by the gift. He seemed very impressed with Duke, and called both of us “Son”.
When our classes resumed, we had finals exams that we were studying for. Duke received notice that he had to evacuate his apartment by the end of January, and that his apartment was going to be demolished the first of February. The same day Duke had received the notice about his apartment, he was called into the office of the Dean of College and was informed that an anonymous donor had set up a similar fund that I had received and Duke’s tuition, books, and living expenses for the remainder of his college education was taken care of. We both quite our jobs. And the same day, Kenneth announced that he had decided that he was going to go to another University beginning the next semester. Duke was assigned to become my roommate for the following semester. Duke and I made straight A’s in our courses. The night before Kenneth moved out, he got drunk. Duke and I took advantage of the situation and we screwed the Royal Highness’s ass until he was so sore the next morning that he had trouble setting down.
The story ends here leaving two unanswered questions:
1. Was Mr. Sullivan the anonymous donor?
2. Was it destiny that brought Duke and I together?
YOUR COMMENTS AND RESPONSES ARE APPRECIATED
Kevin
unoponcho
just for you...
