OLIVER'S ADVENTURES
Chapter 15 (Alexander II)
by Donny Mumford
Alexander's been devious getting me half drunk and cutting my hair just as short as his. We have twin haircuts. Mine is much shorter than I like, but Alexander cuts it the way he wants to and I guess I go along with that. The other thing is where deviousness comes in: He's talked me into wear eyeliner and shorty-shorts with a sleeveless T-shirt that doesn't come down to my belly button. Both skimpy pieces of clothing are made of black silk. I'm going to wear black hightop Converse sneakers without socks to complete the my outfit of half a T-shirt and shorty shots that barely come down as far as my dick, and I feel like a fool, but I'm going along with this because I'm not a prude and there's no chance in the world I'll know a single soul at his gay club here in Delaware anyway. Looking at myself in the full length mirror, I sarcastically, ask Alexander, "How do I look?" He takes a long drink from his forth gin and tonic, finishing it off; then, stalling for time asks, "What was that, Oliver?" I hesitate a second trying to get pissed off at him, but instead I just start laughing. This is the silliest thing I've every been involved with, and then I remember my brother Christain and his friend, Daddy. That was way past silly, Glen wearing only a small thong. Later Christian said to me that of course I wouldn't understand him and Glen doing occasional role-playing, he was implying I was too much of a prude for something like that. I think to myself, 'Fuck that. I'm going to go with the flow and do it for laughs. I'm no prude!' After I have that thought I wonder if, in fact, I am sort of a prude after all, and if that's such a bad thing to be. Oh well, so much of life remains a mystery to me. With the shorty-shorts on I slip into a pair of black converse high-tops sneakers, without socks, and again look ay my reflection in the full length mirror. My extreme, high-fashion haircut with my black eyeliner eyes made me look slightly like an ancient Egyptian boy pharaoh; that's my first thought. Weird! My next thought is that my whole appearance looks more like an expensive boy prostitute than anything else. Well, why not; I didn't do it with Alexander for money, but I sure did it for just about anything else, like sexy fun, for example. I liked doing it period. Alexander put on a light gray cashmere sport coat, saying, "You look hot, Oliver," then he steps into black leather loafers. He's so handsome I want to kiss him on the lips again. In a semi-joking manner, he goes, "I knew you'd be a good sport about this, Oliver, and I do despise and hate myself for being so devious and scheming, and I am so not being redundant when I say all that. He laughs again because thats what Alexander likes to do best of all, laugh. Well, let's make that the second best thing he likes to do. He got me in a headlock then and gives me a nuggie that messy up my hair. "God damn you, Alexander! When did you get to be so physical?" He says, "Don't act girly on me, Oliver" as he combs my hair down like his again. I look at him wondering if that wise crack is in retaliation for some girly thing I'd accused him of sometime in the past. Then he gets serious again and says, "It seems I've been saying I'm sorry and thank you an awful lot tonight, doesn't it? I guess I need to be saying those things though, but honest to God I am sorry I wasn't upfront about this contest thingie and I do thank you for going along with it Oliver. I promise to be truthful and open with you forever more." So much for the serious attitude as he laughs again, then hugs me and kisses my forehead, then pats my ass saying, "Let's go cutie, I need to pick-up my hundred and fifty bucks off those suckers." I smile at him; he makes me laugh.
We go out another door and down some steps to his basement which connects to his garage and in there's is his brand new titanium silver BMW 3 series hardtop convertible. What a beautiful car. He leaves the top up because it's cool outside and I'm not really dressed for cood weather. The gay club's not downtown like I imagined it would be, but rather it's a free standing stone building in the suburbs near an eighteen hole golf course over-looking a man made lake. We come to a stop under the stone archway in front of the club's driveway so Alexander can enter his password into a keypad at the guard house there. As soon as he does the barrier-bar raises allowing us to pass through. He drives up the long driveway stopping in front of the building, which is illuminated by bright spot lights. I an't help but marvel at how some priviledged people get to belong to these exclusive places and how they eventually seem to take it all for granted. Needless to say, the club's an impressive and very expensive looking building in a gorgeous landscaped setting with huge old trees all around it, the leaves just now beginning to change to Fall colors. Of course, there's valet parking doorman in uniform and after lots lots of tipping, it's, "Yes, Sirs. Good to see you tonight, Sir," and like that. All of the employees are busy pretending that I'm wearing a very appropriate outfit this evening. A young man with a ponytail, who's apparently in charge of cataloging each car's set of keys, kept staring at the hickey on my neck. He has big, robin egg blue eyes that he never seems to blink. He also has a bad case of acne, but looking past the acne I see that he's in fact beautiful, except for the acne. What a waste if he's straight. I felt short of breath now that we're actually out in public dressed the way I am. Even Alexander seems anxious for us to get inside. There's a metal detector to walk through and then Alexander enters his club membership password into another keypad and a uniformed doorman opens the door to the main foyer. It's a big foyer and very nice, but fairly understated. At the main restaurant, down a side hallway, the maitre d' is dealing with some older men, and there are five other middle aged men waiting their turn ahead of us. After waiting a minute I noticed a husky guy in his twenties walking briskly toward Alexander and me, followed closely by a short teenager type. The teen's wearing dark red lipstick and he has a fake beauty mark on his cheek. He's not a beauty though with a wide mouth and wide nose, small eyes and long brown hair that's too long to be cool; to me it looks like a middle-aged woman's hairdo, but what do I know. I think, 'This is my competition?' Ho hum. When the husky guy gets a couple of feet from us Alexander looks up and says, "Well if it isn't my favorite busboy. Whasup, Dennis?" Dennis says, "Busboy, my ass. I'm running that fucking restaurant and you know it." He points at me and says to Alexander, in an exasperated manner, "He's your boy I assume." Everything Dennis does or says screams homosexual. Alexander gives him a smirk and asks, "What do you think?" Without saying anything else Dennis reaches in his pocket and pulls out a wad of money. He peels off a fifty dollar bill and gives it to Alexander. Alexander takes it, but mentions they hadn't even seen the other two boys yet and Dennis just laughs sarcastically and nods his head at me saying, "Get real! You think Tunes or Roger can come up with anything to compete with him? Fuck, I told the guys you suckered us into this bet. Jesus, a little twin-Alexander. You're too much dude."
Then Dennis, looking passed Alexander and me, shouts out, "Just get your fifty dollars out gentlemen and then let's not talk about this ever again." I turn around and four young guys are coming down the hall together. The first one's nice looking, but he has one of those trendy beards that he purposely keeps looking like he just hadn't felt like shaving the last two days. He's athletic looking too, like Alexader. Alexander says to him, "Hi, Tunes. Don't pay any attention to Dennis, I'm sure your boy is very hot." Tunes looks at me, frowns and blink twice dramatically, then looks back at Alexander, and says, "Or not" and he hands over his fifty dollar bill. I try to look blank. It isn't hard. Dennis' boy just stares at me with furrowed eyebrows, and then mumbles, "Nice hickey." I pretend not to hear him. The last of Alexander's friends is talking with an older man at the door, but soon joins us. He's boy, trailing behind him has red hair like Frankie, but the comparison abruptly ends there. He isn't bad looking, but not really cute, or especially good looking either. Frankly, except for the red hair, none of these boys would catch my eye if I saw them on the street. But, if I had to choose one between the three of them I'd say Tunes' boy would be the one because he's at least interesting to look at. Very sharp features with bright green eyes and spiked blond hair. He's wearing black lipstick which is a sharp contrast to his light complexion and the blond hair. Now, if I'm included in the contest, Dennis is correct, forget about it. Just being honest. Alexander pockets the third fifty dollar bill and the maitre d' leads us to a round table for eight with a view of the fake lake. The other three guys are doing their best to break Alexander's balls about the extent he went to making me a mini him in order to win a few dollars. Tunes is saying, "Seriously, if you're hurting for money I can let ya have some." Then to Dennis he says in a mock whisper, "How the fuck he thinks he can support himself cutting hair; well, it's laughable." Alexander's saying things like, "You boys are really good losers, ain't ya. No sour grapes here." They're having fun it seems. After everyone orders drinks and then Alexander introduces me all around and the other members introduce their boys and themselves and that's the end of conversation with us boys. The other three members are Alexanders' golfing partners. They golf together at their country club all the time and as far as I can tell, when they aren't actually playing golf they're talking about the last time they did play golf. Boring.
Alexander's step-dad is a partner in the group that owns the golf/country club so Alexander and his friends have a free run of the place. Their course isn't the one near this private gay club though. It's much nicer than this one if I can believe what they're saying about it. Dennis' parents owns a fancy restaurant that he manages for them, Tunes is a 22 year old stock broker, and Roger's a writer who hasn't been published yet. All these boys come from money and they'd all gone to the same prep school, but not in the same class. They'd actually met and become friends in the prep school's gay and lesbian outreach club. Two of the contest boys that the members rounded-up are actually hired from a dating service and therefore are getting paid for this nonsense, and the red hair boy is a busboy at the restaurant Dennis manages. I'm here because I like having sex with Alexander. So, that's everyone's history, or all of it that I find slightly interesting anyway. Oh yeah, Tunes' real name is Tommy Tooney and he's apparently 'the man' as far as this little clique is concerned. Everyone seems to follow his lead. Alexander's the youngest as well as the best golfer. Both Tunes and Alexander are very straight-acting gays while Dennis and Roger are very gay, but not staight acting. They're all okay as far as I'm concerned and they seemed to like each other a lot; not sexually, but as friends. The members order dinner for us boys which has us boys exchanging looks and shaking our heads a bit. The food the members ordered for us is very good though. Tunes has a way of acting like he's maybe a tiny bit better than everyone else. It doesn't bother me paticularly because I'm never going to see him again after tonight and to his credit, he has a funny way about him; funny ha ha I mean, not funny as in odd. He went on a rant about his sister who's apparently addicted to clothes shopping and he says if she'd been on the Titanic she would surely have stopped at the ship's apparel shop for the half-price ship-sinking sale on her way to the lifeboats. He says everything in a flat, bored voice. I laugh out loud when he said that Titanic comment and everyone stopped eating to look at me. I look back at them one by one and give each of them my killer smile which they all somehow resisted. I'd been drinking maybe a tiny bit too much since getting to Alexander's.
Alexander follows-up the story about Tunes' sister with another story about her. He tells us about the time the sister, Denise, who's extremely pushy and bossy in addition to being a clothes junky, insisted on going with Tunes and him to shoot pool last summer. He says, looking at the other three members in turn as he recites the story, "Tunes is in the head taking a leek, so I'm racking the balls. I lift up the rack after racking the balls and say to Denise, 'Since you're such a ball breaker, sweetie, it's only right that you should break first." Alexander chuckles at his witty comment as Roger lisps, "Oh no you didn't, Alexander. You're just as scared of her as I am. What'd you really say." Alexander looks down smiling, muttering, "I told her, 'after you, madam', but I almost said that ball breaker thing." They all laugh as us four boys again exchange frowning looks with each other like, 'Are these guys for real?' We'd all had before-dinner hard liquor drinks and then wine with dinner! After dinner all of us sit around the table and drink beer except for Tunes who has brandy and coffee. All the guys smoke cigars and us so-called boys all smoke cigarettes. After dinner some of us are starting to slur our words; it's eleven o'clock by the time we're through with desert. Roger and Dennis are talking quietly to each other and although I can't hear them, I'm pretty sure they're engaged in witty conversation bordering on the banal. I say that because all night those two tried for witty, but only got as far as banal. As we drink more beers the conversation turns to talk of sports other than golf. Someone begins playing footsy with me under the table and I look over and decide it's the red haired boy, who's looking a little cuter to me now after all the mixed drinks, wine, and beer have altered reality a bit. He stares defiantly back at me and makes a kissing motion with his lip. I look behind me pretending he's doing that for someone behind me. When I look back at him he shoots me his middle finger. I switch my attention to Tunes again and now he's into serious science shit. He goes, "This gigantic black hole in the center of the galaxy, called Cygnus X-1, is actually 100 suns swallowed up and compressed into a mathmatical point like the point of a pencil and you, Roger, have the audacity to think you can understand the true nature of God? You're absurd, my friend." The red haired boy says to one of the hired boys, "What da fucks he talking about?" We all looked at the redhead and then Alexander says, "You're getting all pompus on us, Tunes. Nobody gives a shit about any of that." Tunes does a face like he isn't following that, and finishes the last of his drink waving at our waiter to order another round of beers for us and another brandy for himself. I says to no one in particular, "I'm going to take a piss," and the redhead, says, "I'll come with ya, Oliver" Red's name is Spunky, that's how he was introduced and the only name I heard him called anyway. At the urinal he does an exaggerated look over to check out my dick and he says, "At least something on you is average." I think that was some kind of back-handed compliment so I just look over at him and give him a little grin. He says, "That haircut you got is so cool. How much did it cost ya?" I say, "A hundred and five dollars plus a twenty dollar tip, why?" Spunky zips up and sighs, "Every fucking body has money but me. It sucks." I tell him the truth about the haircut and I confess that I too have no money. He doesn't seem to hear me as he asks, "Can I zip you up, Oliver?" I go, "Sure thing, Spunk." I'm fairly drunk. He zips my short zipper up and rubs the palm of his hand all around my naked belly. Afterall, we're just a couple of the member's boys. He points at my hickey and says, "I wish I could give you one of those." That's random.
He's still rubbing the palm of his hand on my belly button so I say, "I'd love for you to give me a hicky anytime, dude. By the way, are you almost done rubbing my belly button yet, Spunky?" He shake his head yes, and then asks me if I'll suck him off. I politely decline that request and I decline his next inevitable offer too, which is, of course, can he suck me off. Then he says, "I guess asking if I can fuck you is out of the question?" and I tell him he's correct. "Well can I have a kiss at least?" and when Spunky asks he looks so pathetic, and in the bright light of that rest room, so young too. "How old are you Spunky?" and he tells me he'd just turned sixteen. He says he's going to quit high school and work full time at the restaurant. Having Frankie's red hair, and him being a young teenager and all, I say, "Yeah, one kiss because we're all in the same boat tonight, aren't we?" and he goes, "You mean the Titanic that he was talking about earlier, Oliver?" and he's serious too, so my heart kind of feels for him him being so clueless and all, I really did want to kiss him now. He sure looks a lot cuter now then earlier and so I get a paper towel and spit on it to wet it a little. Then, holding him behind his head with one hand I wipe the remaining lipstick off his lips. He stands there like a good boy while I do it. When his lips are free of lipstick and just glistening slightly from my spit-on paper towel, I take hold of his head in both my hands and kiss his nice full lips as he pushes his tongue in my mouth. I keep running my fingers all through his bright red hair thinking that this is how Frankie's hair would feel if he ever lets it grow out. I'm swooning with that thought of Frankie, and from the hot kiss from this sixteen year old Mensa candidate too, and all the booze I'd drank tonight has something to do with it as well. Spunky has both his arms wrapped around my waist and he's humping his hips into my crotch fast, like a rabbit. I feel his hard spike hit my hip with every thrust. This boy is hot. "Please jerk me off, Oliver. Please, you make me so hot just looking at you." This kid doesn't seem to let pride get in the way of anything he says and he doesn't mind begging to get what he wants either. I think, 'Why the hell not jerk him off,' so we go into a toilet stall and he drops his pants. No underwear, of course. He has very nice, well defined legs. Legs that he'd obviously shaved; but no matter, they looked excellent.
It's awkward at first, but I get him turned around so his back's against my chest with my left arm around the front of his chest just under his chin. He holds onto my forearm with both his hands as I jerk him off. The jerk off gets him very excited and he steps on my toes repeatedly, pushing back so we both are bouncing against the metal separation between the stalls. All the time he's bucking his nice teen ass into my crotch, his red Frankie-hair is right under my nose and it smells real nice, but not like Frankie's. It's fun pulling his pud and seeing how excited he gets, but maybe it's closer to a wrestling match then it needs to be. He does get very excited. Spunky has a five inch fat cock that surely is hard. It's so fat and hard it hardly feels like part of a human body, particularly when it's at it's hardest just before climax, and it swells too, and did that kid shoot off some cum. Oh my God, there's so much pre cum I began to think that it's his version of cum, but then he humped back into my body hard, arches his back squealing this banshee screech and I swear to God he shot a six foot long, thin stream of teenage spunk. It's fairly obvious how he'd gotten his nickname, if it is a nickname. Spunky follows up the first stream with a few more, but they're more like one would expect from a human. That first shot spattered off the opposite metal separation wall and some of the flying drops flew up and over the wall into the next stall. Jeez, if my ass weren't so sore I'd like to geek that fat cock up my ass. Luckily, most of the diners are in the bar area by now and no one used this lavatory while we did our five minute jerk off, but I don't imagine two guys in a stall is all that uncommon in a gay club anyway. Spunky swallowed some spit down his wind pipe during his initial super cum shot and he's coughing for quite some time trying to force that drop of spit back up. While he's doing that I taste some of his spunk from my fingers, but I can't place it's neutral flavor. When his coughing stops he turns around hugging me asking where I live. Maybe he wants to move in with me. It makes me laugh because the thought comes to mind that I'm the king of teens now; Myers, lil Pete, and now my latest conquest, Spunky. Jeez, and the twins visit is coming up; yeah, king of the teens, that's me.
I hug his neck and kiss the side of his face and my boner's back. I hadn't seen it since that last fucking Alexander laid on me hours ago. Thinking about that makes me remember my sore ass and I say, "Come on Spunky, let's get back before they send a search party looking for us". Spunky asked, "Why would they do that, Oliver. You said you was going to take a piss." I go, "It's just a figure of speech, but yeah, Spunk, I did tell them where we're going." They'e all in the bar by now and there's a karaoke night going on with some old gay guy doing The Killers, "Read My Mind" cut and it's not working out real well for him. Some of the older guys are hissing at this guy's attempt at singing, but it's all in fun; all the men seem to be having a good old time. They all seem like they're feeling little or no pain too. I'd guess about two thirds of the men are over forty, but there are a pretty good size crew in their twenties and thirties too. Our group has a number of under twenty year olds, but I don't see any others. Then there are the real old gay guys looking all around, remembering when they were the deal, when they had had their day. Mixed age group of all gay men and I like the feel of the place. I feel comfortable with the gay guys. Alexander buys Spunky and me another drink, cranberry juice with something else and vodka. It's called a sea breeze I think. Spunky was like gum on my shoe the rest of the night. He hung on my arm while we drank our sea breeze and then we danced a fast dance together andI don't know who was a worse dancer, him or me. He's very clingy and he sneaks in kisses on my neck and on my lips whenever he can. Hell, I don't mind; it's that god damn Frankie-hair, I love thinking about Frankie and looking at Spunky's hair. Spunk and me do two slow dances and get another drink from Alexander, who's been dancing with the sharp featured boy, the one with those bright green eyes and the spiked blond hair. That kid looks wicked hot too by now. Before the next dance Alexander asks me if I'm doing okay and I assure him I am; then I realize I actually am okay and I'm having a good time. It isn't anything fabulous, but it's fun. After my last drink I put my name on line for the Karaoke machine. When my name's called I hop up on stage and sing the Plain White Ts, "Hey There Delilah". Maybe not quite as good as Tom Higgenson can sing it, but it stops the show. I look down and see Alexander with his mouth hanging open. Spunky's clapping and cheering for me and I feel really good. I have to do the song again by popular demand and it's great being a big star in a little world for a couple of minutes.
Alexander, well, none of the guys knew I can sing and after singing I think of Cristobal, and Tyler. That gets me sad so I sneak away from Spunky and go to the restroom for a good cry. All that booze has me melancholy. Spunky finds me there just after my tears, as I'm washing my face, and we make out for ten minutes. Then the lights start blinking telling everyone the club's closing. Spunky's groping my crotch like mad during our make out and my boner's very hard. Thank God for the blinking lights or I might have got involved in something I'd regret. Spunky and me have a hot goodnight kiss around two-thirty in the morning with no one paying us much attention, everyone's drunk and hugging everybody and then Alexander and I are finally in the car and on our way. We're pretty drunk, but he drives safely and we get back to his condo without killing ourselves. "One last nightcap, Oliver," mutters Alexander, and we have another vodka drink that we both need like we needed electric shock treatment. A few more cigarettes along with the drink as we have a drunken conversation about how cool both of us are, and how cool all the guys are, and what a great singer everyone thinks I was am, and on and on till after four o'clock. We crash with me holding onto Alexander like he's my binky blanket. The next conscious thing I'm aware of is me stumbling around the condo just after nine o'clock in the morning looking for a bathroom, and not remembering where one is. I need to take the pee of my life and I finally bumble into a small bathroom in a spare bedroom and, oh my, the relief floods over me as I'm letting that pee coming pouring out. My eyes close and my mouth hangs open and I think how I woke up up a few minutes ago wondering who's bed I'm in because my brain's messed up. I stared stupidly at the back of Alexanders head and it was scary for a second 'cause I didn't know who he was. I'm making a solemn promise to myself, right now, to never drink that much booze ever again. I feel like shit now and I'm still drunk! How bad is the hangover going to be when I'm sober; oh my God, I don't want to even think about that. And, why am I still wearing this ridiculous outfit Alexander dressed me in last night? At least I Took my sneakers off. Done the piss and finding my way back to the big master bedroom I crawl back in bed and nuzzle up against Alexander's unbelievably hot body and fall right back to sleep.
The hangover I have around one o'clock, sitting on the side of the bed listening to Alexander howl because he'd stubbed his toe, is by far the worse hangover of my young life. Rationalizing my stupid behavior last night, I tell myself it's worth it because I've learned my lesson and now I'm never ever going to smoke or drink anything the rest of my life. I'm giving up smoking and drinking totally; done with that shit forever. Both Alexander and me are very grumpy all day. We aren't even able to eat anything until around four o'clock at a diner. After drinking two large fountain Cokes and a bowl of chicken soup and a chicken salad sandwich, I initially felt better, but then back at the condo the food made me feel sick and I had to lie down again. Alexander mumbled a couple of times how lucky we are that his parents are in France buying art work because if they'd been home we'd have to go over for Sunday dinner. That thought scared me so I finally joined Alexander and had a bloody mary with just a little bit of vodka and after two of those we both light up a cigarettes. The vodka, along with the five Tylenol I'd taken during the day, helped with the headache, but the cigarette brought it right back. Alexander cooked soup around eight o'clock but it boiled over and one thing led to another and we settled for another bloody Mary chuckling about who knows what. We're back in bed before ten o'clock and sleeping shortly after that. No sex. I swear, I didn't even think about it. After almost twelve hours sleep though, I'm laying awake in bed thinking about just that. Specifically sex with the twenty year old boy sleeping next to me. I have the urge to fuck him because my asshole is still sore to have him do me, but the primary reason I wanted to fuck him is I don't want to leave without doing that at least once. I've been fantasizing about fucking Alexander from the day after leaving Wildwood and won't have many chances to fulfill my fantasy better then this. And after all, fucking Alexander is my main reason for this trip in the first place, and even though during this trip I'd had every other kind of sex one might want, I still hadn't had that one; the one where I fuck Alexander.
Waiting for him to wake up until my patience runs out, which is about five minutes after getting that urge, I slowly rub Alexander's ass through his boxers. After a minute or so of that, I let my hand slip into his crack some and rub along there. This boy's a sound sleeper so I begin pushing on his hole and he finally groans and rolls away from me. Giggling like a little kid, I shimmy over to him again; he's facing away from me laying on his side so I massage the buttocks he isn't laying on. It's real firm, but not as firm as Joey's. When this activity doesn't get the results I'm looking for, I begin grabbing handful after handful of his ass squeezing each handful tightly. This is pretty sexy and I feel myself getting hard so I get my arm under his neck and pull the back of his head against my face blowing into his short dense hair while gently humping my boner into the back of his thigh. In a sleepy voice Alexander says, "You are giving me the hardest boner, Oliver. Let me guess; you want me to do you again before you go." I chuckle mumbling, "You almost guessed it." He goes, "Oh, goody, Oliver is going to do me this morning," and he really does sound happy about that. After a little more messing around he hops out of bed saying he needs to take care of some bathroom stuff first, but that I'm to go anywhere. Ignoring that, I get up too and brush my teeth in the little bathroom I peed in last night. Then I pee again, wash my face and hands and go back to the bedroom. Alexander doesn't work on Mondays and as I mentioned, and I have no classes today so it's cool. Later this morning I'm driving up to say hello during a quick visit with the twins, who also have school off today. It's a two hour drive and then an hour and a half from there to the University, so a lot of driving, but the twins want me to at least say hello since I'm this close. The idea of teaching the twins about gay sex is so far out there none of us has brought it up since the first time it was mentioned.
Back in bed smelling Alexander's pillow I hear the toilet flush and the shower go on so I get out of bed, dropping my shorts as I walk in the bathroom, and get in the shower with Alexander. He goes, "No hanky panky in here Oliver, someone could slip and break off a boner." That gets us laughing again, happy to be over most of our hangovers. Stuff seems funnier today then it did yesterday. Washing Alexander's cock and balls with soapy hands, my fist goes around that long cock of his and, sliding my fist from his nuts to the head of his cock, soon bring back his long boner, and I almost want it up inside me again. And, except for still being sore back there, that's where it would wind-up too. He has a great cock, but then I can't think of a cock I didn't like. We manage to get clean and dry without anybody getting fucked; then, still naked we get back in bed to make out a little. As I've said, Alexander is a fabulous kisser and he can lick and suck pretty good too. It doesn't take him long to get me moaning with pleasure, and my cock as hard as a rock. He goes down on it and sucks it, then licks my balls and after ten minutes or so of making out and sucking my cock he reaches into the drawer of the bedside stand and comes out with an extra lubed condom that he rips open and rolls on my dripping boner. We're both red in the face and short of breath with pounding hearts and vibrating boners. He asks, "How ya want to do me?" I just slide over to him and he turns around, both of us laying on our side. Alexander brings his knees up towards his chest as I position my boner to just spread his anus lips, but need to stop and get control of my breathing. It's been so long since I last fucked Alexander, and he was my first, plus I've been fantasying doing this for months, and it's the main reason for my trip in the first place; so, I'm overly excited. When I feel I'm breathing more normally I do a strong hump of my hips and my cock goes five inches up his ass with both of us exclaiming, "Ohhh!" Hey, maybe I don't like getting fucked more than doing the fucking after all, or maybe my favorite position is whichever one I'm in at the time. I like gay sex quite a bit. Steadily pushing in another inch and I almost climax, but blinking my eyes rapidly and concentrating hard the feeling subsides. That would have been embarrassing. Leaving my cock up his ass for a few seconds, Alexander mutters, "Damn, that feels good, Oliver." With that endorsement I begin fucking him fast as my arms wrap around his chest to hold him against me. My hips are in a nice rhythm and my boner's sliding tightly in and out creating awesome sensations on a number of sensitive spots of my cock and nuts. Humping my hips steadily, fucking him deep and hard gets my balls bouncing off his butt with every thrust. The unmistakable slapping sound of my crotch smacking into his ass fills the room along with my grunting and Alexander's, "Ah, ah, ah," sounds of pleasure. I know very well how good it feels being fucked in the ass, and now I'm remembering how good it feels to be doing the fucking. God it's sexy! My balls buzzing and my cock sizzling with awesome sensation, I feel my climax building as my grunts turn into desperate whimpers with each thrusts of my swollen cock inside Alexander's tight rectum. His anus muscle squeezes my boner with each penetration as I bury my face in the short hairs on the back of this hot boy's head. Oh, the scent of Alexander, and his sounds of pleasure are increasing the erotic sensations I'm feeling. Dropping my hand from his chest, I get my fist around his hard cock and stroke it in time with my thrusts up his ass and sweat forms between us so the slapping sounds of our colliding bodies increases. Another frantic minute of fucking him hard gets a squeal out of Alexander, a girlie squeal no less, cum flies from his cock and splatters against the back of that straight back chair. His ring contracts even more when he fires cum from his nuts and I blow my load into the condom as a second string of cum shoots from his cock followed by three more smaller strokes. I moan as I shoot more cum into the condom feeling lightheaded, but fantastic, with electricity buzzing around my balls and my cock sizzling with sensations. Still stroking his cock I milk out a few drools of cum and continue thrusting slowly until all the sensations quiet down. Sweat forms on my forehead as a wave of pleasure drifts around my stomach and the inside of my thighs. Stopping to take deep breaths I realize this was a quiche, but for me the first one usually is. I'm hoping for another fuck, one that will be slow, drawing out the pleasure.
We're both breathing heavily still, and coming down off our climaxes when his phone rings. "Fuck is that?' Alexander mutters as he looks at the caller ID, then jumps out of bed saying, "Oh damn, I forgot. I promised to show Anthony the secrets of double accounting today. He's downstairs now. Alexander's getting dressed while he talks as I laid there in his bed. He comes over and gives me a big kiss mumbling, "Um, Oliver, me and Anthony are sort of fucking each other too. You know, while he learns the business and all. Um, he's not as sophistacated as you are, so he'll freak out if he knows I just spent the weekend with another boy. So, ah, this is awkward, but could you sneak out the back door while I'm keeping Anthony occupied in my office? Pleeeeeze! I know I'm being a dick, but please do this for me." I'm disappointed, but it's not like we're going steady or anything. I make a face, but mutter, "Sure, I understand, no problem." He gives me another kiss muttering it was an awesome weekend. Dressed he hurries down to his employee/sex partner and I slowly get dressed. Collecting my stuff, I walk down the back outside steps and over to my car. It was a good time although we wasted all day yesterday with hangovers. This is far from the ideal way to end the weekend, but what the hell. Driving away with the top down even though it's only fifty-eight degrees, I want the fresh air to help clear my head. Going to the same diner we ate at last night I have a late breakfast and then head west to St John's Prep for my visit with the twins. I guess Alexander is a bit of a shit when I think about it, but I still like him. Like I said long ago, we're not lovers. We're sex buddies and he surely didn't short changing me with the sex on Saturday, but I wish he was slightly more honorable. Oh well, he's fine for a sex buddy. Hell, we're close sex buddies, I'll settle for that between him and me. I'd be lying if I didn't admit I'm somewhat disappointed in him; maybe more than a little disappointed. Damn, why does the reality part of life always suck?
I put on a Killers CD and crank up the volume. After singing along with a few of the songs, flying down the highway at seventy-five miles an hour, I'm back in a good mood and thinking about those yummy twins. Then I laugh out loud thinking of Nathan's last email when he told me in very serious terms how he and Noah are going to demonstate this new-found foot fetish of theirs. They want my opinion about the way their boners just come up without them even touching their dicks. Whoa, they're immature and naive for twelve year olds, never mind sixteen year olds, and it's not that they're stupid in schoolwork either. No, only in sex works. That's probably all we'll have time to get into this vist, but it's plenty enough for me.
to be continued..... Chapter 16 (The Twins) Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo,com
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