Rod slipped into Randy’s room in the dim, early morning light of mid-October. The room was warm and Randy was laying on his back, covered by only a sheet pulled up between his legs, which left all but one leg and his crotch exposed. His arms were above his head, his dark pits standing in sharp contrast to his fair skin. The summer Speedo tan line was gone. Rod thought…“Next year there’ll be no tan line…!” He lay down beside him – head to foot – and rested an elbow between his muscular thighs. Randy didn’t stir. Rod deftly lifted the sheet from the lad’s crotch, exposing his luscious young “eighteen year old” package…complete with morning wood, aimed directly at his belly button. He placed two fingers under the firm member, raising it to a vertical stance and slowly slid his lips over the firm head and down the satin smooth shaft. Randy roused and moaned softly in early morning stupor… “Awwww…oooooo…yeah, yeah! Ohhhhh…ahhhh…holy shee-it! Ooooo…ohhhhh!” Rod continued to gently and slowly suck as Randy began to thrust his pelvis, matching his rhythm. “Man…I’m cummin’…oh, yeah…yeah – YEAH!” Rod stopped all motion as the first surge of Randy’s jizm hit the back of this throat…letting the sleepy young man’s ejaculation to slow and cease naturally, allowing him then to relax and luxuriate in the sweetness of early morning release. “Rod, man…you DO know how to make ‘Mr. Happy’ happy!”

“My pleasure, dude…my pleasure – and happy birthday…to both of you!”

“Yeah – thanks…this is the day, isn’t it! Whew…it’s already off to a great start, that’s for damn sure! Is it time to get up yet?”

“Only five-thirty…we can ‘mellow out’ for another hour if you want.”

“Yeah…that’d be cool….zzzzzzzz…”

Rod flipped in the bed, pulling the sheet with him as he did and wrapped an arm and a leg around his dozing, young “fully legal” man! He woke at 6:30 and nudged Randy. “Hey, man…get up and get your ass in the shower…don’t want to be late for class on your eighteenth birthday, do you?”

“Fuck you, man…think I’ll just stay here today…I’m totally comfortable and you can call in sick!”

“I don’t think so…you’re probably gonna be out of school tomorrow – can’t miss two days in a row…people will begin to talk?”

“Like, about what?”

“You shackin’ up with an older man…!”

“Yeah, right…like anyone I know gives a shit!”

“Maybe not…but you really do need to get goin’…we’ve got big ‘celebration’ plans for tonight, and I guarantee you won’t feel like getting up early tomorrow!”

Randy hauled himself out of the sack, showered and dressed, grabbed a breakfast bar and headed for school. “Wonder what these guys have got planned…can’t wait for Friday night on the mat with Zeb…sure wish that was tonight, but at least I get to wrestle him tomorrow after I get ‘fitted’…damn, I’m hard just thinkin’ about it…”

Pete, Zeb and Ron showed up about 7:30…Randy had not met Ron yet. He was tall, lean, blond with a slight touch of grey, glasses…probably close to Rod’s age, but looked about 35. His 501s and fitted T accented his best “attributes!” He extended his hand. “Hey Randy,