Male Stories
                         The College Students
      ***NOTE:This is only written in first person for a change-
                   it didn't actually happen to me***
      I waited for the phone to connect, then held my breath as it rung.
Once, twice, thrice, then-
      "Hello?" came the voice that I jumped happily to hear.
      "Hi, Mark. It's me."
      "Oh hi, Henni."
      He recognized my voice; that was a wonderful feeling. "I'm calling
to make sure you remember which restaurant."
      There was a brief pause. "Le Dinner, right?"
      I smiled. He remembered. "Yep. I'll pick you up at seven, alright?"
      "Fine. Bye, Henni."
      "Bye, Mark."
      I hung up the phone, happy but a little curious as to why he'd been
so quick in hanging up; usually we talked for hours on the phone with
each other; it wasn't like him to want to go after a minute. I thought little
of it and got ready, dressing in one of my better outfits, my short red
velvet dress... he'd remarked how much he liked it the last time I wore it.
I layered on the perfume he bought me for our two month anniversary,
and put my hair up, then glanced at my clock to see that it was nearly six
thirty. I finished quickly and locked the door to my apartment, knowing
that Alice, my roommate, wouldn't be home for another week; the lucky
girl was in Paris.
      The drive on campus was short but nice, and I couldn't wait to be
with Mark again. We'd been dating for a while, in fact it was our three
month anniversary that we'd been planning since the second. We were
going to dine in an expensive French restaurant, then take a moonlit
stroll on the beach and return home late for a night cap and whatever
else suited us. I couldn't wait.
      Mark was waiting outside the apartment, wearing a suit and
shivering slightly from the cold. I couldn't help but want to jump to him
and wrap my arms around him, warming him up. Instead, I opened the
passenger door from the inside and waved him in.
      "Hi, Henni," he said, sitting down and buckling in. "You look
wonderful."
      I blushed and checked my mirrors before pulling out onto the
street again. "Thanks, Mark. You look very nice, yourself." We talked
about classes, sports, even the weather before we got to the place. Then
I gave the valet my keys and Mark took my arm, escorting me into the
establishment like the perfect gentleman he was.
      We sat in the non-smoking section, as usual, since I was allergic to
cigarette smoke, and worked our way through the first courses slowly.
Mark seemed distracted throughout, and many times I'd have to repeat
what I'd just said. As I studied him, I found that he looked more than
distracted; he looked awful. I wondered how I could have missed his red
eyes and constant sniffing; I must have been too taken at just being with
him. His hair, though slicked back into a blond ponytail, looked ruffled
and unbrushed. If I didn't know any better, I'd have thought it alright,
but he looked like he just woke up, not proper and out on a date.
      "Excuse me," Mark suddenly said again, leaving his napkin on his
seat, rising and walking briskly to the men's room for the fourth time
that evening, and we were just through soup, bread and starting salad.
He spent about ten minutes there each time, and I was beginning to get
suspicious, and a little worried, on top of that.
      At his fifth excursion to the men's room I got tired of waiting for
him, and decided to join him in the bathroom, whether he wanted me to or
not. I was contemplating the worst-him seeing someone else and not
knowing how to tell me, him doing drugs and being horribly addicted-- I
had to find out what it was. I asked the gentlemen exiting the men's room
if there were any men still inside and he replied that there was only one,
and gave Mark's description. So I decided to gather my courage and go
in.
      I'm not sure what I'd really been expecting, but what I found was
definitely not it. Mark was leaning over the counter, a box of tissues in
one hand, a pile of used ones at his side. He was sneezing repeatedly
without rest, in medium-volume sneezes. He was covering his nose and
mouth with his hand and tissues so as not to be loud, and heard through
the thin walls by the customers outside. I watched him a moment in
silence as he tried to control himself before returning to our table, make
his nose stop running, eyes stop watering. Having accomplished this for
the time being, Mark turned toward the door and froze to see me.
      Mark's jaw dropped open. "Henni-"
      I cut him off. He didn't need to say anything. "You could have told
me, Mark. We didn't have to come if you weren't feeling well."
      His cheeks were bright red, his face as pale as white. "I'm fine,
Henni. I didn't want to cancel our dinner, I didn't need to. I feel fine."
      I sighed and walked to him. "You know I don't like you lying to me.
You look terribly ill, you sound it, too." I leaned forward and kissed his
cheek, finding it warm. While near his clean-shaven face, I took my palm
and felt his forehead; I was sure he had a fever. "I'm taking you home," I
said, decidedly.  He protested but I insisted, and I won out, as usual. I
left money on the table as we went out.
      The car ride home was much less interesting as far as conversation
went, for Mark spent the time stifling sneezes and drifting to and from a
light, fever-induced sleep. I might have, at another point in my life, been
sickened, even repulsed by someone being ill around me. But lately, I'd
been feeling the urges of nurturing, and was actually attracted by
someone being sick and needing my help, or at least that's what I
thought my tingling body was trying to tell me. Every time Mark
sneezed, I felt my heart skip a beat, and I wanted to park the car and
instantly make love to him. I nearly did so when we were on a deserted
strip of the highway- but at that point he was caught in a sneezing fit
and couldn't see my desperate, luring look, and couldn't fathom catching
his breath long enough to even agree, let alone be turned on enough to
do it.
      I had to settle for driving him home to his dorm and walking him up
to his room. He was tired, leaning on me, which made me feel needed, and
made me feel good. There was a note on the door to his room from his
roommate which frankly said, as any serious couple could explain, not to
go in until late the next morning.
      Mark grumbled and sneezed again, into his hand. "Great. Just
great."
      I thought for a moment, and then did what I needed to. "You can
spend the night at my place, Mark."
      He looked at me with a wary smile. "Are you sure? I don't want to
give you my cold, and I... I... I- haSHOO! I don't want to be a burden on
you."
      "Bless you," I told him, taking a tissue out of my pocket and
handing it to him. "Of course I'm sure! You won't be any trouble at all.
My roommate's not even home this week, so it's lonely around there
anyway."
      He blew his nose and sneezed a few more times before agreeing.
"haSHOO! haSHOOO! Ok."
                       *          *           *
      "There you are, all settled," I said, sitting down on the arm chair
beside Mark on the couch.  "How are you feeling?"
      "HASHOO! HaSHOO! ha-ha-haSHOOO!" He'd been sneezing for a while
without stop, and I loved him for it. "I feel horaahh... horraahhh...
horrab-HASHOO! *sniff* horrible."  I felt the urges to go to him, to make
love to him, to have him please me as he'd done so many times before. 
"I'm so sorry, Henni. I ruined hashoohashoohaSHOO! *sniff* our *sniff*
whole night."
      "You didn't ruin it, Mark," I said, leaning forward and kissing him
on the cheek. "Trust me, you didn't."
      He sniffed, his nostrils flaring for a brief moment. "Caught this
from that girl in my English 101 class," he explained, thinking about it,
trying to rationalize it. "She was sneezing all this morning and I was
trying so hard no to breathe so as noaahhh...haSHOO! not to *sniff* come
down with this tonight oooahhh... ahhh... *sniff* of all nights."
      "It's fine, really," I insisted, looking upon him lovingly.
      He sneezed again, holding the empty tissue box to me. "I'm out
already," he muttered. He sneezed freely, unexpectedly, and quickly put
his finger under his nose as he felt the urge come upon him again, not
wanting to sneeze rudely in my face, though I would have loved for him
to have done so.
      I tried hard not to giggle as I watched him struggle with his
sneezes; he looked very cute as he tried to hold them off. His eyes were
wide open, his nose tickling so much it flared and crinkled, and he
pressed his finger under it hard. "Ayah... Ahhh..." he started, holding it
back so he couldn't sneeze it out.  Not wanting to miss him sneezing, and
knowing that it would build up until it eventually exploded out of him in
an even bigger fit than I'd seen him just in, I quickly jumped up and got
him another box of tissues from the closet. Upon returning, I found that,
indeed, the sneeze was almost too strong for him. It came out, stifled by
his finger, in a held back, "HAA-kishhh."
      "Bless you," I said softly, passing him a tissue.
      "Taks," he replied, blowing loudly and thoroughly. He glanced at
the VCR clock and his teary eyes opened wider. "It's late. Dot you deed
to get to sleeb?"
      I smiled at his attempts at talking; his voice was deeper and even
more masculine than I had ever heard it.  "I can stay up, Mark. I want to
stay with you until you're feeling a bit better."
      He smiled back, over his tissue. "Taks, Heddi." I saw his eyes
suddenly light up with recognition and he grabbed another tissue. "Here
cooahhh... comes another oaahhh... oahhh... ooone ahh-SSHHOOO!" he
sneezed loudly, head going down, eyes sqinching closed so much I could
see the crows feet he had at the corners from smiling so much.
      I smiled back as another fit took hold of him, causing his to sneeze
repeatedly, helplessly out of his perfect, masculine nose. I'd heard him
sneeze a few dozen times that night, but as he was caught in a huge fit of
them again, it suddenly stuck me as more than just great- it was really
exciting me. I listened and tried to remember each and every one. Its
beautiful and stimulating sound, its look of power and control over Mark,
its strong release and visible outcome. "haSHOO! haSHOOhaSHOOhaSHOO!
HaSHOO-SHOO!" The more he sneezed the more turned on I was getting
for every sneeze was just a little different in sound and look and as I
saw him about to sneeze I could feel my body ache to discover what it
would be like.  "HaSHOO!" it was like his others but not entirely, his face
looking tense, then relieved to have sneezed it, then quickly back to his
pre-sneeze look as the feeling came upon him and his nostrils widened to
take in the air that came out in another wonderful "haaSHOO!" He opened
his eyes long enough to take up another tissue, then another, bringing
them up to a runny nose as the sneezes wouldn't stop. "haSHHOO!
haSHOO! haSHOOhaSHOO! ha-ha-HASHOO! hashhOO! haSHOO! HaaaaSHOO!
Ha... Haaaa... HAAA-" he paused, his head tilting back, ready to go
forward and let out the sneeze, but it wasn't coming out. His face relaxed
and he started to opened his eyes and turn his head back down when
"HASHOO!" and he'd sneezed it out, without tissue in front, the sneeze as
free and unrestrained as I wanted to be with him. "haSHOO! haSHOO-ha-
haSHOO-HAshOO! HAAASHOOO!"
      He opened his eyes, looking at me helplessly, apologetically, and I
melted, looking at the man I loved so much in so much distress but doing
something that I found so exciting. "Could you had be a tissue?" he
snuffled.
      I went to the couch, sitting on the edge where his feet were and
took a few out of the box, handing one after the other after the other to
him as he blew his nose over and over again until he was satisfied for the
time being. Mark sat up and shivered so I wrapped a blanket around his
shoulders and snuggled up beside him, letting him rest his head on my
shoulder and put his hand high upon my thigh. We flipped through the
channels for a while, finding little on but talk shows and infomercials. We
finally let it stop at some slasher movie that wasn't even that scary, but
it was all right since we weren't even paying attention to it. Mark was
trying to keep his sneezing to a minimum, and I was listening and
watching him, loving every moment of his suffering as if it were the
greatest thing in the world.
      Mark snuffled and I turned my head to look over at his, which he
was holding a tissue in front of. 'Here it comes' I thought to myself,
feeling my insides jump. I heard him take a sharp breath inward and
then let out a deep and monstrous "HHAAASSHHHOOOOO!", bending
forward almost to the point of doubling over as he sneezed, then falling
back against the couch with a meek groan, eyes closed, nose running.
      I couldn't resist kissing him on the cheek, which made him open his
eyes and look at me with wonder.
      "I'm sorry you're not feeling well, Marcus," I whispered, taking a
tissue and giving it to him to wipe his nose with.
      He knew my tone of voice and, as he had always done, knew exactly
what I was thinking. "Now?" he asked, rubbing the side of his nose with
his finger.
      "Why not now? It's our three month anniversary."
      He sniffed and successfully held back another sneeze- I was
getting good at noticing by now. He replied. "I have a... a... ahh... AHH-
*sniff* a cold, Henni."
      I couldn't stand it. He just looked too irresistible like that- about
to sneeze at any moment, getting ready to, about to do it-- "I want you,
Mark," I said plainly, suddenly aware that my hand was at my crotch. I
couldn't hold back any longer. "I want you now."
      I don't know if Mark understood then, or if he ever did, but he let
me have my way. He let me crawl under the blankets with him, take off
his clothes as he stripped me of mine, lie against his wheezing, naked
body. He let me arouse him with my ways, as he sniffled and held back
sneezes enough to get us through the floor play, enough so that we were
both hot and unable to think of anything but joining by the time we were
about to make love. I don't remember if he knew what I wanted enough to
actually let the sneezes out, then, or whether I whispered into the ear I
was sucking on "Don't hold back. Sneeze on me, Marcus!" Either way, I
was kissing the lower part of his face when the first sneeze came out, a
strong and wet "HaSHHHOO!" right into my face. I felt myself go as I'd
never gone before and he felt it, too. He and I went together at his next
big sneeze and a half "HASHOO!SHOOO!" My back curved and I had the
best orgasm of my life, him sneezing against my bare, hard breasts, him
hard and forceful inside of me. "haSHOO! ha-haaSHHOO!" He came to the
same point but a spilt second after and let out a sneeze then, causing him
to slide even deeper in, a depth he'd never before gone, a depth neither
of us had thought possible as he pushed hard. "hhaaSHOO! HaSHOO!
Ahhh... Ahhh..." I anticipated it, the feeling building up in me as I felt it
take him as he was taking me. The powerful release "HAA-SHOOO!" that
caused us to fall against each other in fatigue, him falling to sleep, his
tired eyes finally finding the rest his cold had not given him, me barely
able to stay awake enough to kiss his warm forehead and pull the other
blankets over us as we laid with each other on the couch.


      I woke the next morning to the beautiful and exciting sound of his
sneezing, and immediately realized how late it was- I'd missed 2 hours of
work already. I looked at Mark, his nose red and chapped but still a
handsome and attractive feature on his manly, handsome face, a feature
that had given me more than I had ever thought it would. With a little
shuffling, we were stretched out lengthwise on the couch. He was back
against the arm; I was sitting between his parted legs, leaning back
against him. He had one arm around me, his hand falling at the top of my
left breast. I had the third and almost as empty tissue box on my lap and
passed him tissue after tissue as needed for his continuous sneezing.
      "How are you feeling?" I asked him after he stifled a large sneeze,
sounding in "HASHHH-mmpff"
      "A little better." He sniffed and took a tissue from my hand.
"Thanks to your help."
      I looked up and back at him with a grin. "After last night I don't
think you could allow credit to anyone, Marcus. You were damn amazing."
      He nodded, preparing for the sneeze he felt coming. "ah-ah-AH-" it
backed away but he did not continue with his sentence immediately after.
I glanced back again to see him holding a tissue over his nose, keeping
his eyes tightly closed. Hi head started going back "Ah-AH-AHHH-" it left
again and I felt my body tingle all over in waiting for the inevitable, the
wonderful. I could feel his heartbeat quicken, and his breathing become
more shallow. Then it came beautifully, in a medium, mighty "SHOOO!"
      I handed him back another tissue and waited before telling him a
soft, "Bless you, Mark."
      Mark replied with a soft, "Thank you, Henni."