DYLAN!
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Chubby was waiting for me when i got home. He is smiling and shining. He holds his arms out, "I'm sorry you missed your bus. Give me a hug, bro." We hugged, and he was so openly friendly that I almost told him about Robby coming out as gay. Holy shit, can I believe I almost told him that? Gawd! Robby trusted me with his secret as I did with him.
As we cooked our dinner, Chubby told me he had another good day at work and then told me another of Rickie's jokes. I could do without anything from Rickie, but I nodded, forcing a smile. The joke: Bob had a shitty day on the job, and then he wasn't paying attention while driving home and he rear-ended another car. A dwarf jumps out of the rear-ended car and storms back to yell, "I'm not happy!" Bob says, "You're not happy, huh? Well, which one are you then?" I had to think about it for a second before chuckling, then mumbling, "That's a stretch because no one would yell that."
Chubby shrugged and squeezed my hand. A week ago, he would have gotten me in a headlock for dumping on his joke. How can he be so happy? After dinner, we went to my place, and ten minutes later, the doorbell rang. I answered the door, and Dodger came storming in. "Dylan!" he yelled. Grinning, I yelled, "Dodger!" We hugged quickly as I questioned myself: Did I ever have as much energy as this kid?
Robby, who was parking the pickup truck, came in looking at Chubby, then nervously. I could tell that, for a second, he wondered if I'd told Chubby, and then he realized I hadn't and acted normally with his greeting for Chubby. We'll all be together at their pool tomorrow night for the barbecue so it's nice that the four of us get along fabulously. It's like, after Chubby's and my two weeks in Wildwood, we're doing a Dickers' brothers reunion tonight.
Chubby and Dodger get Cokes and sit on my bed playing computer games. Robby is still looking a little apprehensive, like maybe he's having second thoughts about coming 'out' to me. I ask, "What's wrong?" He said, "I don't know, Dylan, I'm really nervous about something. Ha, but I don't know what."
I say, "Well, I think it's more than cool that you, um, that you like me and trust me. Let me ask you something, though. Ah, besides those little kisses you and your brother do with each other, have you ever kissed another boy?" Robbie goes, "No, have you?"
He was acting so unsure of himself, so shy. If it's even possible for Robby to be more attractive than he already is, his uncertainty and his shyness make him seem even more attractive to me. I took a deep breath to cool my emotions a bit, pointed to the ceiling, and said, "We can't do a whole lot with Chubby and Dodger upstairs, but since you have a crush on me, and me on you, maybe we can be each other's first guy to kiss for real. I know how nerdy that sounded, but..."
Robbie started blushing and licking his lips, then nodded and murmured, "We're a couple of nerds, but, oh, God, yeah, let's do it." He stood there, so I walked the three steps to him and said, "First, just a brotherly kiss," and I kissed him on the lips slower than Dodger and Robby do it. He blushed and licked his lips again, muttering, "We should have done stuff like this at age twelve or something."
Shrugging, I mutter, "We're a little late to the party, yeah, but better late than never, right?" Then, for the real kiss, I put my hand behind his head to hold him in place and did a three-second wet kiss on his lips, and his arms automatically came around me, our noses rubbing together. When I pulled my head away, Robby's eyes were wide and shiny, and after a half second, his whole body shuddered, and he made gasping sounds, catching his breath.
"Oh my God, Dylan, I think I'm going to cum." He was so innocent and young-looking at that moment; I felt I needed to be the strong one between us. So, I felt a great responsibility as if he'd come to me for guidance. I said nothing, just hugged him around his neck with both arms, and then made my best impression of a Willie kiss, and Robby kissed back, making a lot of mouth noises as he unconsciously dry-humped into my groin. The kiss lasted ten seconds, which is a long time for one kiss. He was gasping for oxygen, much like myself in early experiences with this huge new sexual thrill, heretofore, only dreamed about. The real thing creates sexually aroused feelings all over your body to such a degree you forget to breathe.
There was a precum wet spot on the front of his shorts. Robby and I are in the finished basement, and we both look up when we hear the refrigerator door slam. The kitchen is above us. That's too close for more secret kisses, so I quietly said, "Those were pretty good first kisses. I hope you never forget who shared them with you, as I never will," and then I did a kiss on his lips real fast.
Robby murmured, "I never thought kissing could be that thrilling. Jesus, you make me feel funny, Dylan. I've got it bad for you. I'm a fucking basket case right now. There isn't any way this can be normal, though... right?" I couldn't think of the right thing to say to that, it's flattering, I guess. In some ways, it made me think of Willie in our early days together. I said those kinds of things to Willie early in our romance.
Chubby called down to us, "Dodger and I are going outside. This little peckerwood claims he wants a cigarette. Does he smoke, Robby?" Robby shouts out, "Yeah, he started smoking in sixth grade, the idiot!" Chubby yells back down, "We'll be outside." As I hear the front door close, Robby grins, looks down, then mutters, "We have some time, Dylan. Um, I mean, would you please make a fantasy of mine come true?"
Curious, "Another fantasy? What is it?" He exhales, and makes a goofy face, "This is wild, but I've wanted to feel your penis inside me from that first time we talked about me being a school newspaper report. You were so, um, so something..."
Wow, the pressure! After a two-second hesitation, I say, "I'm not experienced, Robby, and it would need to be quick. Are you sure you want your first time to be a quickie?" He was very sure he wanted it, quickie or otherwise, so, in a hoarse voice, I said, "Let's do it in the powder room. If they come back inside, we'll at least have a slim chance of not being caught".
Inside the half bath, Robby mutters, "Oh fuck... I'm so nervous. Should I do this, Dylan?" I was in heat now myself, so I said, "I don't know. You're fairly squirrelly, but you've got yourself all worked up, so we might as well take care of it." I'm as nervous as Robby but not letting on. He was all wide-eyed, looking to me for instructions. I locked the door and began fishing through a first aid kit in the vanity under the sink for some Vaseline. Obviously, I don't have a condom, although it's something I need to consider keeping on hand.
I said, "Get your shorts unbuttoned and pull them down with your jockeys." Neither of the Dickers brothers ever seemed uncomfortable being naked in front of others, and that's a surprise because of their small penises, but they've dealt with that long ago, I guess. When Robby's shorts were around his knees, I said, "Bend over some and lean on that towel rack. I'm going to lube your asshole with Vaseline, it's messy, but it's all I've got, and we need lube."
Robby has that little boy scared expression, so I say, "Don't worry, Robby, you'll be fine. If it hurts too much, tell me, and I'll stop immediately. The other thing is, we don't need to do this now!" He nodded and bit his bottom lip for the tenth time as he reached back to touch his hole, murmuring, "I'm ready, and thank you for doing this." Pulling down my shorts, I stared at the two perfect mounds of his ass. Each buttock, firm and full, situated there at the top of slim, muscular thighs. Excellent!
Not a hair in sight when I pushed a Vaseline-coated finger up his ass. Robbie leaned forward and grabbed the towel rack with both hands, his head resting on the back of his hands. As my fingers slid inside him. In and out, and he quietly moaned, "Ahhhh." I worked my finger around and thought to myself, "Fuck! This is tight. It's going to feel awfully good on my cock."
I was hot and aroused now. I said, "It will probably hurt some at first, but the hurt shouldn't last too long. Your tunnel will expand to handle my skinny dick." I rubbed Vaseline on the skinny shaft of my penis that became a boner after four or five strokes. My fist was sliding easily in the Vaseline. It's messy but slippery, especially on the hot body parts. Poking his hole with the rose-colored head of my hard dick a few times caused precum to squeeze out through the Vaseline. Oh, jeez, that was quick! I needed to stifle a moan of pleasure because it was too soon to show how erotic this was for me. This isn't my first sex, but it's only my second time doing the fucking.
"Ready, Robby? I'm pushing my boner in now, and it'll hurt a little." He nodded, so I did a solid hump, and the head of my cock tightly slid past his sphincter muscle. Puffing out my cheeks, I held my breath to keep from squealing with delight. That felt fantastic! Holding my breath to again keep from moaning at the pleasure sensation swarming up and down and all around my penis. Robby grunted, "It hurts; don't do more. It hurts."
For just a second, I thought: What a wimp! Then remembered it was his first time. I murmured, "Let's try a little more." He didn't object, so I pushed in two more inches. Robbie was making breathy sounds, his face against the small hand towel hanging on the rack. Then, he's shaking his head like he wants me to stop. It felt too good on my cock to stop, and I knew he'd feel better soon, so I did a big push all the way in until my shaved crotch was flush with his hairless ass cheeks. The Vaseline had warmed, and excess rolled down both of Robby's buttocks. He mutters, "This isn't good; I don't want to do it."
He doesn't know the pleasure that's right around the corner, so I need to be firm long enough for him to experience it. If that pleasure isn't worth the pain, he isn't going to want to be a bottom again, and that will be a huge disappointment. I didn't say anything; I just stayed fully inside him and gently rubbed his shoulders. It felt fabulous on my boner, different than Willie's ass somehow, but I only did it with him once, so I don't have every detail down pat.
I watched with apprehension to see if he'd start relaxing the tenseness in his body. Hardly breathing myself, I think I saw his body relax, and then his whole body was definitely slowly losing its stiffness. I waited a little longer, and then there it was; Robby let out a quiet moan, "Ohhh," and I had him hooked. He was going to be hooked on being a bottom, just like I am. He may like topping, too, but nothing matches the feeling of being fucked up the ass, especially when someone you've got the hots for is doing it.
"Feeling better, Robby?" He mumbled, "Uh-huh," so I did short thrusts, about three-inch humps, and he pushed his ass back at each one. It was time to fuck him for real, and I began doing full thrusts, picking up some speed. After each thrust, he moaned, "Ah," his ass pushed up and back. I reached around him and felt his hard four-inch boner; his normal-sized nuts were hard and at the top of his sac. I could tell he was getting ready to blow, so I rabbit fucked him "Ah!Ah!Ah!Ah!Ah!" until his rectum tightened so hard on the shaft of my boner, I let out a long "Ohhhhhhhhh," and fired off my climax into his bowels.
Robby had fired off a long single, hard stream of cum. I knew because I heard the subtle 'Splat' sound when it flew one foot to splat against the wall. My climax was three nice strings of cum. I could tell there were three by the way my pee slit burned quickly three separate times, once for each squirt. His rectum was slimy now and not nearly as tight. Robby had a mouthful of that little hand towel, and his head was going back and forth with the waves of orgasmic pleasure. When he took the towel out of his mouth, he continued with a low "Ah, ah ah," as I slowly did some after-climax thrusting.
What a great asshole he has. I rubbed my hands over his back, down to his waist, and grabbed fistfuls of his buttocks, clenching and unclenching my fist. I hate to say this, but I felt very dominant over Robby at that moment, doing long exhales as if I'd done something exhausting. That was creepy of me, especially when considering the entire fuck took less than three minutes. When Robby shot off and tightened his sphincter in that death grip on my cock, it was all over for me. I loved it, though; I loved each second of each of the three minutes. Pulling out of Robby, he moaned, "No! Ah, oh, oh," and I turned him around and hugged him; our cocks had cum drooling off them, but we didn't care. I kissed him, and Robby mumbled, "I need to sit down, Dylan. I feel faint."
What a great three minutes with Robby that was. It was over, though; his first time was over forever. His cherry was gone. I wanted to do it again, but he was over-stimulated, and he looked pale. I got a cold, wet washcloth to put on his face. Then, after wiping my cock the best I could for now, I knew that Vaseline was hard to clean off, but that sex was worth the trouble. I pulled up my shorts, then went out and got Robby a cold drink. He was lying back against the toilet tank, coming down from the sexual thrill thus far of his life. I knew the feeling well; it had happened to me not too long ago.
With Robby's cold drink in my hand, I peeked out to the street and saw Chubby and Dodger smoking and jawing at one another, giving each other the bird and laughing. With Chubby in good spirits again, he and Dodger are like two peas in a pod.
Relaxed now that we're not rushed, I take the soft drink to Robby. He mutters, "Thanks," and after he drank some of it, he said he was feeling okay. I helped clean him up, wiping as much of the Vaseline off his dick as I could. Then, after putting toilet paper in his jockey underwear so it would absorb more cum drooling, I spotted Robby's big cum splat on the tiled wall and cleaned that up.
Robby smiled his special smile, saying, "I'm okay now, Dylan. My emotions took over for a while there and overwhelmed me. That climax I had was the single most exhilarating moment in my life. I had no idea such a thrilling, indescribable feeling could happen." I patted his shoulder, feeling wonderful for not letting him down. Still, I had a lot of contemplating to do about this exceptional development. Who do I love: Willie or Robby, or how can I love both?
Well, recently, I've had to switch things around in the fantasyland part of my brain, changing an item from the fantasy column to the reality column. I've had a crush on Robby Dickers for two months, and he, out of nowhere, told me he was gay and had a crush on ME. Since we were doing our sexy massages for one another, I shouldn't have been shocked that he was gay, but it was too good to be true, and then it got even better! He wanted me to fuck him, too, which I did, and he made it seem as if I'd done him this huge favor. WOW!
After the sex together, Robby's been looking at me with those beautiful, big, blue eyes like I'm something special. It's a strange feeling having someone looking up to me. It's almost like he's put me on a pedestal. The whole situation is weird. First of all, it's always seemed odd to me that he would act shy or lack self-confidence because he's popular at school and co-captain of the baseball team. It'll be cool seeing him coming out of his shell when he recognizes his accomplishments.
I was outside my condo, sitting on the steps, smoking and contemplating those thoughts, while Robby, Dodger, and Chubby were inside, screwing around with a video game. I'm probably the only kid in New England who doesn't like video games. I play them once in a while, but...
Anyway, it gave me a jazzy buzz in my nuts to be sort of the top guy for Robby. That was a brand-new sensation. Those guys at Willie's prep school are probably right about the dominant/submissive stuff. With me, Willie is in charge, which makes sense since he has all the experience. And now, between Robby and me, I'm the experienced one, and to be honest, it's cool to be the top guy.
I hear the guys coming downstairs and then outside; Robby asks, "Ready to go, Dylan?" I nod, and we all piled into the pick-up truck. We're going to DQ for soft-serve ice cream. Robby was driving, so I got in the shotgun seat, with Dodger and Chubby in the backseat. We did that without thinking about if it was correct that I should be sitting up front. Then I wondered how old I need to be before I stop thinking stupid shit like that? I tried to read Robby's facial expression, and after a bit, he glanced over at me, did a shy grin, and looked away. Huh, I used to do that with the Marine. I don't want to be anything like him.
During the ride, Robby and I didn't say much because Dodger and Chubby never stopped yelling over each other about who's the most valuable Red Sox player this year. I thought some more about this wonderful recent Robby situation, and it occurred to me that I've had the same look in my eyes for Willie that Robby has when looking at me. And, Goddamn, I remember looking at fat Carl that way. Not recently, however, which made me realize I've outgrown my infatuation with him. He's good-looking but fat. When did he drop off my radar screen?
Carl always remained the bossy, dominant one between us. And Willie is doing a little of that with me now. What am I to make of all this? Well, maybe this is just the order of things, the way it needs to be. It's like, if you let someone boss you about one thing, they'll think they can boss you about something else, and before you know it, you both accept it as just the way things are.
We were all waiting in line at the DQ, Robby beside me. He's grinning and purposely bumping against me every now and then and showing me adoring eyes. Jesus, what should I do? It can be very flattering and possibly addictive, but it also makes me feel protective of him, and I guess I felt a bit like a big shot, too. Yeah, I know that's dumb, as I told myself. The problem with my sense of being protective of Robby is that he can be more physically protective of himself than my best efforts in that regard. I can be protective of his feelings, though.
Later, eating our ice cream cones alone, Robby whispered, "You're so cool, Dylan. Ever since you asked me to write for the school newspaper,
my life has been more exciting and fun. Do you think we can have sex again tonight? I'll bet no one could do that for me as good as you." His free hand was constantly touching some part of my body, and he stayed in my space, almost on top of me. That was getting me aroused. Robby Dickers might be in love with me, and I might be in over my head again.
It was a little bit overwhelming because I wasn't sure how to handle the situation. I didn't even know what to say. I kept giving him smiles and smirks and head nods. I should have been trying to clarify our relationship by telling him I had just as much of a crush on him as he said he had on me. That's what I should do. I should clarify that I'm almost as much a novice at being a so-called top as he is being a so-called bottom.
Neither Robby nor I should be more in charge than the other. In the meantime, there were guys and girls all around us, so Robby almost sitting on my lap made me uncomfortable. I finally mumbled, "Please back off me a little, Robby." His face immediately turned red, and he became very contrite, "I'm sorry, Dylan. I'm new at this boyfriend stuff. You need to tell me what to do."
Holy shit! How often have I said, 'I'm new at this,' in the last two months? Man, this is weird. I told him that he was doing fine but just cool it when other guys and girls were around us. "We're secret gay guys, Robby, and we should keep it that way for the foreseeable future. Do you agree?" He nodded. Of course, he nodded, then said, "Oh, Jesus, yes! You're right. I'm sorry!" He moved away about two feet, asking, "Is this okay?" I think he was being a smart ass.
Chuckling, I mutter, "Maybe another foot away would be better." We laughed, and then, seriously, I said, "Hey, I'm not trying to boss you around, and you don't need to say you're sorry every two minutes, either. We're cool. And you're awesome." Moving closer to me, he smiled, "Thank you! You're so nice, and I, um, think you're wicked cute, too, if that's okay to say. Just tell me when I'm fucking up. I learn quickly." I squeezed his shoulder. "Thanks, Robby, but bro, you're cuter and more handsome than me. I feel lucky to be your secret sex buddy."
He blushed again as I added, "And maybe we should put all this mutual admiration society stuff on hold for now." He looked chastised again, and again I felt I handled it wrong, and said, "I mean me, too. I wasn't blaming you, um, we're good, Robby. really good!" Thank God we both laughed at ourselves going overboard, trying to please one another. We're nerds, but that's cool...
I feel wildly lucky to have both Willie and Robby wanting to explore the world of gay sexual pleasures with me. Robby and I will learn together, and I'll learn from Willie. I'm not telling Willie about Robby or Robby about Willie. That may be selfish and unfair of me, but I don't care for now. I can't give either of them up, and I'm almost positive Willie would say I can't keep Robby, so I'm not telling him about anything for now.
If my conscience becomes a problem, I'll confess to Willie and accept his wishes because I love him. Anyway, Robby might lose interest in me next week, so for now, I'll enjoy his hero worship. Ha-ha, if I'm not getting ahead of myself, call it hero worship. Whatever I call it, it's the coolest thing that's happened to me since Carl showed me my sexual nature.
What I needed to do right now, though, was move Robby and me over with Chubby and Dodger because we're one group, and Chubby's too attuned to me. He'll pick up that Robby and I are up to something, and he probably has already noticed that, but maybe not. At a picnic table, I found Chubby chatting up two of his girls from school. How does he know so many girls? Willie calls girls that hang with gay guys 'fag hags,' not that that has anything to do with this.
When we sat down, Chubby bumped fists with me, "Dylan, dude. You know Kathy and Regina, right?" Regina said, "Dylan's dreamy. He was in my homeroom last year. Is he your brother, Jeff?" We get that a lot. Chubby straightened that out, and then Dodger, for laughs, gave an example of how looking for compliments can backfire on you. He says, "An older woman standing nude looking in the bedroom mirror says to her husband, 'I look old, fat and ugly. Can you compliment me to make me feel better about myself?' The husband says, 'Well, let me think. Oh yeah! Your eyesight is pretty good for someone your age."
Dodger's jokes blow, are usually too long and are never funny. I groaned and lit a cigarette as Robby accidentally, on purpose, leaned against me. He felt nice, so screw it; I decided to enjoy him this way and worry about changing him later. After a bit, we were all getting bored with the DQ scene, so we headed back to the pickup. Robby and I got there first, and he asked, "Do you think you could kiss me like you did before?" This is ten minutes after my lecture about not being too obvious we're gay!
He was so sweet, though, so after looking around and not seeing anyone looking our way, we kissed, but only for half a second. As it turned out, Chubby and Dodger didn't show up for five more minutes. Robby spent that time telling me about his crush on me, going way back to the end of our sophomore year. As I've already said, it was so flattering, and then I got this great swelling of emotional feelings for Robby. He's so easy to like; I wonder if love actually might be just around the corner. Yeah, but am I going to fall in love with every guy I kiss?
Later, Robby dropped Chubby and me off at our condos, and we sat on the steps and smoked as Chubby laughingly told me things that Dodger had been doing and saying. As I listened, I was thinking to myself that thank God Dodger wasn't telling Chubby about fucking me in the pool weeks ago. He's keeping his word that that's our secret, and yes, it's occurred to me that my secrets are piling up.
In bed, I was contemplating this latest development with Robby when something else occurred to me. I need to find out what kind of sex life Robby and Dodger have together, if any. The gay North twins and their interest in gay sex came to mind, and another stiff boner popped up while thinking about three-way possibilities with the Dickers brothers. But would I even want to do that?
Then there's the curious case of Chubby refusing any of his and my intimacy. No more mutual jerks off, leg humping, or whatever. All of that he calls kids' stuff and doesn't want to do it anymore. Why not? That's what I need to find out. Why the recent reversal of intimacy between him and me? It has to be connected to whatever is going on with him and Ricky, or could it involve ALL the window washer boys? That doesn't seem likely, as the law of averages makes that almost impossible. All the window washer boys couldn't be gay!
Getting tired, I concluded that this line of thinking was a dead-end street at the moment, so I went back to thinking about sex with Robby. When I fell asleep, though, I was thinking about Willie.
The next morning, it's off to work. I'm bringing Chubby's and my swimsuits and towels because it's Wednesday, and that means the Dicker's barbecue and pool party. During the bus ride this morning, I split my contemplating between Willie and Robby. I was thinking about fucking Robby and worried Willie would somehow find out about it. The most likely way he'll find out is by me telling him. I think about the nice things Willie's bought me, the love he shows me, and the fact that while he's ill, I'm cheating on him, and I can see myself with a humongous guilty conscience telling Willie about my cheating. Oh, man, though! Robby is so hot! He has such a great ass, and he expects me to fuck him tonight, but how the hell could we do that with Chubby and Dodger there?
In the locker room at work, everyone I ran into seemed to be in good spirits this morning, but I was mostly curious about Robby's mood as I hadn't spotted him yet. Stashing the swim gear in my locker, exchanging mock insults with the college kids, and then sauntering to Robby's locker, I watch him pulling on the Dicker's Company T-shirt. The Dunkin' Styrofoam take-out cup of coffee he buys for me each morning was on the bench behind him. I said, "Yo, Robby. Good morning, and thanks for the coffee."
He jumped, then whipped around, saying, "Dylan! Hi!" He had a big smile, his eyes shining, his teeth sparkling, his scent sexy in the air, and he was altogether one yummy gay boy. A yummy gay boy with a crush on me, no less. I smiled back and picked up my coffee, telling him, "You're looking good like you always do." He looked away and mumbled, "Thank you." He was treating me like a big deal, acting like some sort of underling. Even though it was way wrong of me, I liked how it felt and decided what's the harm of playing along for a while. I'll be conscious not to get too carried away being a big shot.
I drank some coffee, then said, "Are you ready for your massage?" Robby dropped his shorts and sat down in his jockey underwear. Hmm! I had to blow air quietly from my puffed-out cheeks because his short cock was poking out the piss slit of his boxer shorts. He sat there patiently waiting for me to start. At first, I casually ran my fingers through his hair, it's like silk, as I massaged his scalp with my fingertips for half a minute; then, with the palm of my hand on his forehead, I pulled his head back towards me, and the back of his head against my crotch. His eyes closed, and he moaned softly through slightly parted, perfectly formed, full, rosy, colored lips. There were a few minuscule perspiration dots on his upper lip, and his shoulders quivered under my touch.
Robby is as cute and good-looking as it's possible to be and still looks boyish, but his cuteness is different from, say, Willie's. Willie is cute, but in a gosh-oh-gee, goofy kind of way with his longish head and cute nose with those freckles where his nose scrunches up when he grins or smiles or laughs. Willie's cute, alright, but in an entirely different way than Robby's pretty boy; cute looks with his facial features near perfection and perfectly proportioned. His eyebrows are narrow, and his eyelashes are long but not too long. Pick any feature on Robby's face, and it'd be hard to improve upon it.
Willie will never be considered handsome as an adult man, but that's what Robby will grow into: a handsome man. My best bud, Chubby, is cute in a half-Robby-half-Willie way, with the emphasis on Robby's type of cuteness. Chubby is even more boyish-looking than Robby. Using my parameters for cuteness, I couldn't say where I stand in that regard, but some guys find me acceptable by their own cuteness parameters; everyone's are different, and some are very different than mine. Willie's parameters, for example, have me high up his idea of a cuteness scale; other people's parameters, not so much, I'd imagine.
Whatever the parameters, Robby would have to be included in anyone's evaluation of cuteness unless they're from another dimension or a
different species or something. I took another deep breath and exhaled quietly, calming myself down, and then, a little bit roughly, pushed Robby's head forward to massage his shoulders, the back of his neck, and up the back of his head. His docile behavior, his eagerness to please, his cuteness, everything had me feeling very horny and hot. Forgetting the massage, I wrapped my arm around his head and pulled him backward while leaning down to press the side of my face against the side of his.
I couldn't help myself; he's always been delicious, but he's never said he was gay before. Yeah, well, maybe I feel he's especially delicious today because I'd recently fucked him, or maybe he's especially delicious because of the deferential way he acted around me since we had that sex together, or maybe it's everything about Robby that's built-up in me for over a year. Even before I knew I was gay, I had a special interest in Robby. I was drawn to him before the miracle happened.
He leaned into me as our faces touched; he raised his arms to give me a backward hug around my neck, then turned his head so our faces slid together until the corners of our lips touched, and we kissed. We were lips on lips, and we did a wet, sloppy kiss with saliva spreading from our chins to our noses. We quietly grunted and groaned like animals in heat, which is pretty much what we were. We moaned into each other's mouths while rubbing our saliva-drenched noses together like a couple of Eskimos. My cock was as hard as Robby's, and I thought to myself, the way he tastes, the way he smells, and the way his taut body feels so hot and attractive is almost scary.
It took a lot of willpower to pull away from our kiss, both of us breathing deeply. I muttered, "We'll get busted for sure if we keep doing this here." Then I put my mouth on his mouth again, and we did a deep, tongue-rubbing kiss that got both our cocks wet. I was looking right down at his four-inch boner poking his jockey underwear straight up from his crotch with a one-inch round wet spot marking the head. Out of nowhere, an unbelievably strong urge came over me, and I desperately wanted to suck his short, perky cock.
I wanted to suck it so bad I heard myself making a weird whining sound in my throat. That sound sort of snapped both of us out of our trances, and we parted lips with a string of combined spit connecting our mouths momentarily before breaking off and drifting down around Robby's chin. He muttered, "You turn me on more than I ever fantasized was possible." In almost a whisper, I said, "We're getting crazy. Someone walks by, and we're 'outed' right here on the job, and that would suck, not to mention the humiliation that could catch our faces on fire. Let's get a fucking grip here, and, oh yeah: know that I feel the same way about you."
Then, unbelievably, after I said all that, we kissed again. How stupid can we get? This time, Robby pulled away like he was almost in pain, and he grimaced, muttering, "I almost came in my underwear. I need some air," and we finally separated. I stepped back, and he stood. We both were looking down the aisles for anyone who might be gawking at us, but it seemed we'd been undetected. Both our faces were flushed. I mumbled, "Get dressed. I'll meet you at the pick-up."
It was like neither of us knew what to say or how to act. This entire past ten minutes was wildly out of control. Man, are we ever dumb? Taking my unfinished coffee, I stumbled to my locker, groping my boner with every step. Boners feel so good. Unlocking the door and, in a fog, pulling out my work clothes. I changed into the "Dicker's Lawn Service" T-shirt and shorts, then went out to the pickup thinking: Damn, I'm so mixed up with this new Robby thing I forgot to get my massage. Yeah, well, I need to get a grip on myself.
Then I noticed Joel leaning against the door of the pick-up, so I put the cigarette away that I was going to light. He gave me a hard look and then an almost cordial greeting, "Morning, Newman. Did I tell you that I like your earring?" I was taken aback by his unexpected civil behavior, but I managed to mumble, "Good morning, Joel. Thank you, I got this earring in Wildwood."
He nodded, looked around, and stepped over to me to put an arm around my neck, his face close to mine; he said, "Sorry if I came on a little too strong yesterday. You're doing alright of late; keep it up. I've got some things planned for our over-nighter that you'll enjoy. Believe me, you're going to understand yourself a whole lot better after our time together. A week from Saturday, we'll leave directly from here to my place." He gave me a three-by-five index card and said, "Here's the address so your parents will know where you'll be. It's my duplex, and the phone number is on the back."
I looked at the card dumbly, then put it in my back pocket; my mind totally screwed up. I couldn't adjust my thinking from the unbelievably hot scene with Robby to this insanity. He pulled my head next to his and hugged it against him, then said, "This is a private thing between you and me; no one on the job is to know. Right?"
I was having trouble following everything he said; he made me so nervous and uncomfortable. I coughed, and he said again, "Alright?" so I gulped out, "Alright, Joel." He hugged my head against his jaw once more and said, "It'll be hard for you at first; I won't lie about that, but in the end, you'll love it. Don't forget to get your haircut before our weekend together, though. Think of yourself as a basic recruit. Adapt your attitude. Plus, no body hair at all. Have you got that?" I didn't know what else to say except, "Yes, Joel." Nodding, he says, "I'm beginning to think you're going to be really good at this, really good." one more squeeze of me, and he sauntered away.
I lit a cigarette with shaky hands, took a big drag, and then a big gulp of lukewarm coffee. My heart was pounding too fast. That supposedly mystery deal with Joel is less than two weeks away. Maybe I should go and get it over with once and for all? He seems to be getting nicer; he seems to like me a little bit. Maybe that's the best way to handle it. Willie will be in Maine that Saturday, so I'll get this ordeal over with. Then Joel and I can be friends. Yeah, right. Bullshit. Okay, I've got to work up the courage to ask a few questions and find out a little bit about what I can expect that weekend.
I've got to do at least that much beforehand. I mean, obviously, he's gay or bi, like the Marine, and he wants to fuck me because he thinks I've been cock-teasing him into doing that. What an egotistical idiot thinking I've been sucking up to him so he'll fuck me. Good grief! I've been
fucked by Carl and Larry, and it felt pretty damn good, though, so maybe I can just chalk this up to experience. I know Joel doesn't have a huge cock like the Marine because I've seen him pee, and while his penis is bigger than mine, it's not by much. So, okay! Maybe that's what I'll do, and then I can stop worrying so much about him and about that overnight, whatever it is.
To be continued...
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