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"Oooohhhh!" Daniel moaned, unable to control himself. He grunted with each rocket jettisoned from his own young morning wood. Carter stood up and pulled Daniel closely against him, watching in amazement as Daniel continued to spew jizz across the table as he stroked his cock.
Daniel collapsed onto the table, panting like a wild beast. Carter pulled him up and took him into his arms, carrying him into the living room, where they fell together onto the couch. Holding each other tightly, they gently touched their lips together as Daniel regained his breath.
"I still have contacts at home," Carter said between sweet kisses. "Peter went away but, unless I miss my guess, you still love him, don't you, Daniel?"
"Yes, Carter, you know I do," Daniel replied. "Please don't be angry with me," he whispered, still reeling from the incredible orgasm he had just experienced.
"I could never be angry with you, Daniel. You have a great capacity for love, and is something only you could have taught me for the first time in my life. However, with that comes pain and confusion, and be prepared for that." Daniel didn't fully understand his words, which made him anxious.
"Today, I'm going to show you around the campus, so you know where things are. However, come Monday morning, you'll face thousands of other freshmen. It will be like high school, but magnified that much more. Can you handle it?" Carter asked, almost pushing him.
Daniel thought for a moment, suddenly afraid of his new adventure, then asked, "what are you telling me, Carter?" He pulled Daniel's soft body close to him, and asked, "don't you think that one of those 5,000 people will interest you?"
He let the thought sink in as Daniel pondered, yet never actually gave him a chance to answer. "Don't you think that one out of those 5,000 people won't find you interesting?" There was a difficult silence between them, as Daniel's mind began to spin.
"No!" Daniel protested. "I won't allow it to happen," he said with unusual force, sitting up and looking Carter directly in the eyes. "Never!" he said. Carter simply looked at him and smiled. "We'll see," he softly said, then gently kissed him.
Together, they cleaned up the mess on the table, washed the dishes and then got dressed. Carter walked Daniel through the campus. It was amazing. So many buildings, so many people, so big, yet there were only three places that interested him.
"Where's the library?" Daniel asked. Carter walked with him to the huge building, slowly entering together. Daniel gazed in amazement as Carter thought to himself, remembering the small library at home. "Yes, Daniel, it's for real," Carter said. Number one place had been found.
Daniel never thought that a library this size actually existed. Rows upon rows of books faced him; endless reading ahead. Not only that, but you could take a book from the shelf to a carrel and read it in private; not just one book, but as many as you wanted.
"Carter, this can't be true," Daniel whispered as he looked around. They walked through the aisles together, Carter showing him the over-sized manuscripts, which had to be checked out by name. "That's enough for now, Daniel. You can explore it yourself later," he quietly said.
They left the library, Daniel looking back with yearning eyes, then strolled through the campus to the athletic facility. It was enormous, but Carter guided him to the swimming pool. There, he first showed him the locker room. Daniel was in awe. It seemed like miles of lockers, benches and showers stood before him, yet he could smell the familiar chlorine of the pool.
Eagerly running through the door marked "POOL," Daniel stopped in his tracks, unable to do anything but stare. An Olympic-sized pool awaited him. He thought of his high school swimming days, using what looked to him as fantastic then, yet now as a kiddie wading pond. "Carter," he barely mouthed, "this is where the swim team actually competes?"
Carter let only a few moments pass, relishing the amazement. He walked up behind Daniel, and put his arms around him, gently pulling him against his body. "Yes, Daniel. Can you imagine yourself in that pool? I know I can," he said, already picturing Daniel in his tight swim suit. Number two requirement had been met.
Daniel walked with Carter as he almost dragged him across the campus. There was only one thing left. Requirement number three; skating. They slowly approached the rink, now overgrown with grass. It was surrounded by white-washed boards.
"That's a practice rink for the 'wanna-be' hockey players. Don't ever go there with your girlie-skates," Carter warned. "They'll kick your ass, and I mean that literally." Daniel took note of the advice, and could already see himself being pounded into oblivion by the jocks for ruining their surface with the tips of his figure skates.
They walked a bit longer until coming upon a large pond in the campus quadrangle. "Now, this is where we have fun with girlie-skates," Carter said. It wasn't nearly as large as Lake George, yet Daniel could already imagine himself there, sailing along the surface, surrounded by large buildings and dim lights. Daniel pictured himself alone, gliding slowly as he sorted out his problems, yet Carter sliding up beside him to share his help and love.
Daniel's mind began to stray, and couldn't help but remember Lake George, his mother, and ....Peter.
Recalling the crash on Lake George, Daniel quietly asked himself, "pecker-eater, are you alright?" somehow fearing that he might be in trouble. The reply came instantly, as if in a distant voice. He heard Peter reply, "it's okay, dick-licker, I'm still with you."
Carter could tell that Daniel's mind had been overloaded. He walked with him back to the small apartment, where he deliberately left him alone to sit on the couch while reheating the lasagne. Daniel sat there like a zombie, gazing into nothingness.
"It's going to be okay, Daniel," Carter said, sitting next to him and wrapping his arms tightly around his body, pulling him close.
"You've already warned me that I might fall in love with someone else. I don't want that to happen, but what if it does? I'm afraid of that, Carter," Daniel said in a timid voice, somehow being able to predict the future.
"Slowly we go, Daniel, slowly we go. I dumped too much on you at once, and that's my fault," Carter said apologetically. "Let's just eat a little now, and we can talk about it tomorrow."
Sitting together at the table in complete silence, they ate a bit of Carter's lasagne, which apparently wasn't that good as a leftover. Daniel put his fork down and slowly crept away from the table, stripped off his clothes, and crawled into bed. It was highly unusual for him not to help with the dishes, and Carter knew that he was troubled, yet left him alone.
Carter cleaned up the kitchen, showered and slipped into bed, expecting Daniel to be asleep. Instead, Daniel grabbed Carter in an unusual clutch, wrapping himself around him with an intensity he had never felt before.
"You're right, Carter. The more I love, the more it hurts," he mumbled. Daniel then whispered, as if telling a secret, "I thought of Peter today."
"It's alright, kiddo," Carter whispered, and held him tightly as they finally drifted off to sleep.
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