DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR
Chapter 13
by Donny Mumford
Standing outside Philip's door my ass is sticky from the condom's lubricant and my pecker is still vibrating from that bizarre orgasm. I'm feeling weird, pulling at the back of my pants and trying to get a grip on things. Oh well, this is way bizarre, just let me get out of here. I'm peering down the corridor looking for the stairwell I used earlier, while in the back of my mind I'm wondering, "Why did Philip hustled me out of there so fast?" Not that I minded, and of course, there's no way I'm going to figure anything out now, not with my head still reeling from the booze and pot, so I'll stop thinking about it! Ah ha, there's the staircase to my left... I'm a genius! Or maybe I'm just drunk. At the head of the stairs I grab the railing, feeling dizzy, then start down squinting my eyes at a guy standing at the bottom... another bouncer? When I'm almost next to him he turns around quickly, a startled expression on his face as he asks, "Who are you?" I point vaguely back up the steps, mumbling, "Delivery for that photographer guy, Philip somebody." This guy must have been taking a piss or something when I stumbled up these stairs an hour and a half ago. He appears to be twenty or twenty-one years old and he's got the kind of musclebound build some football players have... he's also cute. Smiling at me, he asks, "What'd ya deliver, a pound of weed?" I look surprised as he pats my back, "You reek of pot, dude, but don't worry I'm not the cops. How come ya didn't invite me to the party?" He said that jokingly, with a grin on his face, and there's just something about him with his muscles and cute face and buzzed haircut that maybe, just maybe, he's giving off a gay vibe. I should'a run into this bouncer-boy instead of Philip... wouldn't that have been something. Giving him a 'knowing' smile, I say, "Weed? Isn't that a banned substances?" He goes, "ha ha, yeah, I've heard that, and I'm so sure you've never tried it," as back away, grinning stupidly at him... what a cute hunk! I hesitate, taking one last look at this stud who's smiling and pointing at me, muttering, "Next time invite me, I'm a party-starter, dude" and he's wiggling his index finger at me, then at himself, then me again. Man! He's hot, but I'm at another set of stairs now so, with a little hand wave and a grin, down I go. My mind's fucked-up or else I would have handled that better. As for Philip, I'm not gonna remember the sex I had with him as anything more than a bizarrely interesting one-and-done adventure, but I'll bet it would've been different with bouncer-boy... maybe a hot ol' time that I'd be reliving in my head for awhile. Don't know for sure, but it's probably an 'age thing'. Damn, it's odd how something like getting naked in front of Philip seemed like such a great idea at the time, and now when I think back on it, I'm like, "What the fuck was I thinking??"
At the bottom of the second staircase there's an arrow pointing left to the floor's lavatories, so I follow it thinking that I need to clean-up. In a stall I use toilet paper to get as much of the lube off my ass as I can... still, if Robby sees my ass he'll know I've been fucked. Dammit! At the sink I wash my face and hands, then smell my jacket and sure enough, "reeks" is the correct word. I go down another flight of stairs to the main entrance where a guy stamps my hand so I'll be able to reenter the club, then I'm outside into the cool night walking around hoping the air will neutralize the marijuana smell on my clothes, and clear my head a little too. Clumsily lighting a cigarette, just to do something, I'm trying to think of a lie that will answer all questions about my absence. Ten seconds of that and it becomes obvious I can't think straight. I'm half in the bag, maybe two-thirds in the bag, and it's mostly because I had those tokes of pot, which I'm not used to at all... well, maybe too many vodkas too. Inhaling a drag off my cigarette and squinting my eyes I stare at someone on the other side of the street, thinking, "That can't be who I think it is, can it?" There's two guys are coming out of the Cask 'n Flagon, which is a bar next to the House Of Blues, and one of the guys looks like Alan Snyder, my boss at Stop & Shop. He's with a much older man, a man with thick, unattractive facial features who I'm guessing is about fifty years old, but what do I know... I thought Philip was thirty, and it turns out he's forty-one.
Then, looking back at the first guy, I see that it's definitely Alan, and ya know what: it gives me a buzz in my pants just seeing him... ha ha. It's weird because he's nothing like boys I'm usually drawn to; of course, neither was Philip. And, how odd is it that Alan's right here after I've just been with Philip. Hmmm, they both have the same story apparently... both are attracted to much older men. That's assuming the guy with Alan is his main squeeze. Alan sucked my dick that we tried on the new uniforms for work. What was it, a few weeks ago now? There's been nothing else between us since then. Whenever we pass at work he maintains his usual officious manner, as if we never did anything intimate together; well, that is, until three days ago. Last Wednesday I was sweeping outside Stop & Shop at the same time he was coming in for his shift. He'd mumbled, "Newman," as usual, then stopped to correct the way I was sweeping. I said, "Thank you, Mr. Snyder," pretending he actually taught me something, and then as he turns to leave, I called after him. It's my ego's fault; when he sucked me off I was sure he was infatuated with me, and now maybe I gotta admit that it's me who's infatuated with him. I don't know why I called after him last Wednesday, to get something started I guess. He'd bumped up against me when showing me the proper way to sweep, that and and his mature macho attitude got that buzzing feeling going in my pants, so when he was about to leave, I was like, "Um, ah, Mr. Snyder... ah, do you have a second?" He'd turned around with, "What is it, Newman?" Not having a real reason for calling after him, I stammered, "Ahh, are the new uniforms gonna be here soon?" He'd frowned at this question, like...'Why would a bag-boy care about that?', then a light seemed to go on in his head as his eyes got big behind his rimless glasses. He'd puffed out his cheeks while staring hard at me for a few seconds, then nodded his head, confirming something in his mind, I guess. I'm standing there with half a stiffy in my pants, staring back because he looked so different from the time we got undressed together. He'd been to Supercuts for his quarterly buzzcut and shave, which makes him appear to be more his age, more like a twenty-one year old. Trouble is, after shedding the raggedy whiskers and all his awesome hair, he's not as sexy some how. Smirking arrogantly at me for a second, he motioned with his head that I should go around the corner of the building, which I obediently did. This was last Wednesday... Alan followed me and then backed me up against the wall, to say, with conviction,, "Do not let yourself turn into an stalker." I was stunned by this ridiculous advise. He continued, "I know, I know... you've had a taste of me and in your youthful ways you lack patience and want more, and you want it right now." I was speechless as I stare at him close up, fascinated by the buzzing in my nuts. He must have thought he saw something in my eyes because, for no reason, he'd smiled, and said, "You guessed it, I've had experience with this." Gripping my biceps and squeezing, he goes, "You feel about me exactly the way I felt when Franklin took me under his wing; I was insane with lust for him, as you are for me, but you need to wait until I feel the time is right, okay? I'm the adult here, don't push it! And another piece of advise my young friend, don't become so obvious about your needs," and then he'd cupped the side of my face with the palm of his hand making me feel like a little boy. I looked down, shuffling my feet and groping my crotch. It infuriated me because I'm not a little boy, we're almost the same age, but the feeling of inferiority just came over me in a rush. Of course, Alan's wrong about me being in lust for him, he thinks I'm dying to have more sex with him, and I'm not. Well, okay... I did call him back that time, but it's because I was curious, that's all... certainly not because I'm dying to have him fuck me. I mean, sure... I'd like to mess around some more because it's new and he's so oblivious to things, and he misreads everything, and all that; it's a very different thing, that's all... certainly not lust!
Anyway, last Wednesday he'd looked around, checking for surveillance cameras and finding none observing us he'd lifted my chin with his forefinger and leaned in for a long wet kiss with those ridiculously sexy, rosy, bow-shaped lips of his... right on my lips. It was kinda disappointing in a way though 'cause it wasn't as exciting for me as it had been when he'd done the same thing with a full beard tickling all around my mouth and nose. I'm not saying the beardless kiss didn't get my dick firming-up some more, because it did, but it just didn't have the same heat that the bearded kiss had, but come on... those lips of his can't be ignored, beard or no beard!! After the kiss, he'd said, "This is just a little something to hold you over until next time. Now, be patient like I told ya! I haven't forgotten you, but I'm busy, busy, busy," and off he went, leaving me feeling slightly faint. It's his outrageously high opinion of himself that you'd think would have me laughing and mocking him, except it's one of the reasons I'm attracted to him, and I mean attracted only in the curious, adventurous way, like I mentioned before. It's all about sexuality, not about friendship or affection. That was three days ago, and now I'm half drunk outside the House Of Blues and there he is across the street. Wednesday he'd mentioned someone named Franklin... could the older man with him be he? Coincidence isn't a strong enough word for this... "bizarre" doesn't cover it either. Alan's wearing jeans and a dungaree jacket with a Red Sox cap on his recently buzzed head. His small round rimless eyeglasses gleam in the neon lights of the bars and I see that his five or six days growth of beard is making him appear more like the sexy Alan I'm hooked-on. The man with Alan, who probably is Franklin, is rocking thick, over-sized black, horn-rimmed eyeglasses that make his large nose look like the joke-store fake nose and glasses combo kids buy to wear on Halloween. He's wearing brown corduroy pants that are too long and drag on the ground, hiding his footwear. A nondescript sweatshirt completes his outfit. The man is bald except for a horseshoe of closely cropped hairs around the sides and back... it's the kind of bald head that seems to shine from natural oil, or sweat, or something. Like I mentioned, not an attractive man... me being kind about that appraisal.
Blowing smoke from my mouth and nose simultaneously, I muster-up enough common sense to turn away and not call attention to myself, but it's too late; Alan saw me. He shouts over, "Newman! Over here!" so I turn to look at him and see he's waving his hand that I should come to him... oh, fuck! Walking across the street, then up towards him, I'm trying to decipher how I really feel about this chance meeting, except I'm still too boozed-up to think straight. When I get close to Alan it's obvious to me he's been drinking too, his body's swaying, bumping into the old bald man who's staring at me with an expression of... of what? Disapproval, contempt? I don't know, but I'm not feeling positive vibes from him, that's for sure. Alan's more animated than I've ever seen him as he excitedly says to his companion, "Franklin! This is Dylan Newman, the boy I've been telling you about; the one who's totally infatuated with me." Then he turns to me and gets an arm around my neck pulling me into him, asking, "Aren't you infatuated with me, Newman?" Franklin shrieks, "Allie! For christs sakes, get control of yourself!" Alan is contrite, "I'm sorry, Franklin... it's just such a coincidence, that's the thing ya know. I was telling you about him and he appears out of thin air." Alan is holding the side of my face against his and I notice his whiskers seem stiffer than I remembered them being... maybe they get softer when they've grown out more. My hands are lightly placed on Alan's body, one on his stomach, the other on his side. I try for cool, muttering, "Yo, dude, wassup?' which makes Alan laugh, and the old man scoff and mutter something under his breath. Alan says to me, "Nothings up," then he gives my forehead a long wet kiss before letting me loose, saying, "What are you doing around here, Newman?" Wiping my forehead where he kissed me, I begin telling about the House of Blues party and the FM radio station, but halfway through the story Franklin butts in with, "Allie sweetheart, we need to go if we're going to have time for you know what." Alan again gets excited, "Do ya think we can include Dylan, Franklin?" Franklin quickly kills that idea, "Don't be ridiculous, he's too young. Let's go!" Alan pulls me to him again as Franklins exhales noisily, apparently disturbed. Another kiss from Alan, then his lips to my ear to whisper, "Don't mind my boyfriend, he gets jealous if I show an interest in anyone but him. He keeps me busy though, heh heh... but never mind that, I'm gonna help you real soon, so feel free to let your imagination go wild...heh heh... and, oh yeah, buy a good condom, okay?" He's drunk alright. I don't think he even realizes what he's saying. Not that I'm much soberer, I go, "Oh, okay, Mr. Snyder. When, um... you know, do you have a time frame in mind?" He slurs, "Naahh, fuck time frames, just be ready..." Franklin's pulling Alan away from me now, saying, "Goddammit, we gotta go!" and off they go with only Alan looking back at me. I watch them until losing them in the crowd, but it looked to me like Franklin was chastising Alan as they walked off... and, did he spank Alan on the ass a couple of times, or was he just goosing him? Weird! Turning around to go back inside the House Of Blues, I appreciate the nice humming stiffy in my shorts. Alan does that to me somehow and, ya know, considering I shot off a healthy load of spunk less than an hour ago I'm kinda proud of this stiffy. I get my hand in my pocket to polish it a little as I'm entering the club, and that'll give you a clue as to how fucked-up I still am.
Back inside I'm determined to face the music and so, without even having a lie to explain my absence, I head back to the concert venue where I discover the concert is over. "Uh oh," I say to myself, and snicker foolishly. Walking aimlessly around I'm asking total strangers where everyone is suppose to go after the concert and I finally bumble my way into a large conference area marked, "LOVIN's Mercedes Benz... ... PRIVATE FUNCTION". Ah ha! I've discovered where I'm suppose to be just like I knew what I was doing. To impress the guy at the door, I try acting sober, saying, "I'm here with a friend of a friend of the dealer's daughter, and..." the man mumbles, "Good for you, pal," and heads over to the bar. Realizing he's just a random guest, I say out-loud, "Oops, he's not a bouncer," and head for the bar where I see Robby and Christina near the front of the line. Butting in line next to them sets off a flurry of grumbling, as well as, "Dylan! You finally show up! Where ya been, dude?" Instead of offering some weak excuse, I go for a strong offensive move, challengingly asking, "Where have I been? Where the hell has everyone been? I've been left alone all evening! I even went outside looking for someone, anyone... it's like I've been abandoned." Robby gives me a little hug, saying, "I don't know, we thought you were with Rose, where is she anyway?" I go, "We got separated and there's so many goddamn people here it's impossible to find anybody." Christina snorts, then says, "Well, ya found us! How lucky are we." I hiccup, and go, "Sarcasm is such fun, ain't it?" but I don't add the word 'bitch' at the end of my poignant comment, although I almost did and Robby's snickering because he knows I almost did. Then I ask, "Where's Chubby and Sam?"... they don't know where they are either. Realizing I'm acting like a drunk, but not being able to do anything about it, I say to Robby, "Guess who I ran into outside?" He asks, "Who?" and I tell him about meeting Alan Snyder in front of the Cask n' Flagon, but not about the hug or the kisses. I mention Alan's old companion, but without specifically mentioning the word 'gay'... that's just too complicated for me to handle tonight. Robby isn't all that interested in Alan Snyder, or Alan's baldheaded companion, so the story peters out when Christina says, "This looks like a cash bar, ya better get your wallet out Rob 'cause my purse is at the table.
At this section of the party they serve anyone who wants one an adult beverage without an argument regarding underage status. It is a cash bar, five dollars a drink, but the money's going to the Jimmy Fund so ya don't mind paying for it too much. I get a can of Budweiser, Robby and Christina both get something called sno-cones... I don't know, or even care, what they are. They're at a table they're sharing with two middle age couples who are drunker than me. After introductions, I get into a discussion with the adults about older people, I'm telling them about my great uncle Harold who's eighty-two years old. I slur my words telling then what my great uncle says when people ask him what he does now that he's retired all these years, he says this: "Well.. I'm fortunate to have a chemical engineering background and one of the things I'm able to do, and enjoy doing a lot, is converting beer, wine, and whiskey into urine. I do it every day and really have myself a good time with it." The two couples stare back at me with vacant eyes, and then later we're into a hot discussion about nuking Iran... they're all for it, but I'm more cautious, suggesting, "Maybe they could all get together for brunch and discuss possibilities other than nuclear war, ya know? I'm just sayin'." As the couples exchange glances, I spot Chubby heading our way with a big grin on his face. He comes right up to me and hugs around my neck, then kisses my cheek, before asking Robby, "Where the fuck you guys been?" then to me, he asks, "Where the fuck's Rose?' and one of the middle age men stands, and says to Chubby, "Watch your language, young man! Where do you think you are?" Frowning, I'm looking at the man, who swaying on his feet next to Robby's chair, but as far as Chubby's concerned the man doesn't even exist. Without missing a beat, Chubby says to us, "Bring your drinks, Samantha and I are at a
smaller party upstairs with guys closer to our own age, ya know?" and then he does look over at the man who just told him to watch his mouth, and he says to the guy, using an awful Southern accent, but with a beautiful smile on his face, "How ya all doing? You all having a nice time? Oh, FYI, there's a waltz coming up soon, and then a square dance after that, so you all get to rock out!!" I do my fake cough as Robby rolls his eyes and he, Christina, and me get up to follow Chubby out the door and down the corridor. Chubby's talking to us over his shoulder, the confrontation already totally forgotten, "You can get lost in this place!" Chubby's a little blasted, but I'm probably the only one who can tell 'cause he probably seems sober to others. It's the way he's walking that gives him away to me... and the terrible Southern accent a little bit too. Christina says to me, "You smell like pot! Where'd you smoke it, can we get some?" I'm like, "Nah. I was looking for Rose outside and ran into a guy I know from school who's a pot head, so we had a few friendly joints... he's gone now though." In her lady-like way, she mutters, "Shit!"
Chubby's takes us to a smaller party, although there's still about a hundred people there; all of them, according to the sign, are invited guests of "Dennis Marks... The River 92.5 Sales Director." As we're sitting down at the table, I ask, "How'd ya get invited to this party?" and Chubby goes, "I bullshit my way in telling the guy I'm looking for my old man who's a big advertiser on the station." I nod my head like that makes perfect sense and check the room to see if I recognize anybody, and come up empty with that. My beer taste like bad breath, by the way. Nobody knows were Rose went and even Samantha is apologizing to me now, "Sorry she hooked up with someone else and dumped you, sorry 'bout that, Dylan. It's not the way Rose usually behaves." I make a face like, what are ya gonna do, as I'm thinking, "Can I believe this shit? It's like I'm the victim here... ha ha ha!" Taking the high road, I go, "That's alright, she's such a hot chick... maybe she needs someone a little more exciting than me." Chubby and Robby snort out a laugh because they know damn well I'm thrilled Rose got lost. Then the DJ calls for one of those ridiculous line dances in which no real guy would ever participate, but females of all ages can't resist the urge to join in. Rose and Samantha squeal and run over to join the other woman and the few un-real guys in attendance, all eager to follow the DJ's instructions of when and what to do in the line dance. Robby takes this opportunity to hold my hand, beaming at me as he says, "Guess what? Christina's gay! She didn't require anything from me except a few laughs." I slur, "Did ya tell her we're gay?" and he goes, "Nah, I didn't do that because I'm on the baseball team and I want to scope out how the guys feel about a gay teammate. You know, like I told you about before..." In my fucked-up condition I'm frowning again, wondering why he's talking about baseball...
The night finally ends for us when Christina receives a drunken text from Rose asking where she can meet up with us. She comes staggering in five minutes later and Samantha, looking pissed-off and disgusted, said, "We'd better go before one of us," and she's looking at Rose, "Hurls and embarrasses me and daddy further." Rose looks at her, burps, then asks, "Where the fuck's the bar?" On the way out Rose is hanging on me saying how sorry she is we got separated, but that this big hot stud sorta kidnapped her and she isn't gonna tell me what I missed out on unless I make her... like I give a shit. Then in the car, with Robby driving again, Rose asks me, "What's the worst blind date ya ever been on, Dylan?" and she follows up her question with a series of hiccups, each one dangerously close to bringing up her stomach's contents. I mumble, "I think I'll take the 'fifth' on that question, Rose." She falls asleep halfway home and it's quiet in the pickup after that. We aren't following Chubby home so we get lost, but finally find our way through the trial and error method... it's gotta be trial and error 'cause we're sure as shit not gonna ask a stranger for directions. By the time we drop the girls off it's almost two in the morning but when we get to the apartment I still insist on taking a shower. Robby just waves his hand, like "whatever" so I use the hall bathroom for my shower and he brushes his teeth and does his other bathroom stuff in our bedroom's bathroom. Robby's sound asleep when I finish showering and as I'm getting into bed with him I hear Chubby staggering in the front door. He goes directly into the hall bathroom that I just vacated. Under normal circumstances I might try some sabotage with Chubby, like crawling under his bed to wait for him to finish in the bathroom, then scare the living shit out of him by reaching out and grabbing his foot when he climbing into bed; you know, try to get him to pee his pajamas or something, but tonight I'm too tired for games so I'll let him get to bed safely.
Laying in bed, hoping for sleep, I'm thinking how, all in all, the party sucked, and the extra curricular stuff was unique and unexpected, but kind of creepy too. And I haven't the slightest interest in ever seeing Philip again. Maybe the way he dismissed me has something to do with that, I really don't know or care the exact reason, it's just how I feel about it. Now, with Alan, it's a little different story: I do have this crazy desire to explore sexual matters with the older-looking, bearded Alan. That's weird, ain't it? And it's weirder than weird how I ran into him tonight... it's almost like an omen. I mean, my only two sexual experiences with older men and both men were in close proximity of each other without them knowing it... not that they'd probably care one way or the other anyway. Hmmm, make that three experiences with older men now that I think about it 'cause I gotta include Mohawk man in that group, but with him I didn't have much control of the situation... he's in a class by himself. But, man, so is Philip... he's really different too, but then, so is Alan. Alan's the only one turning me on at the moment though, and I wonder why that is? One mystery after another. Before Chubby comes out of the bathroom I fall asleep... I do so without an answer to my query about why Alan interest me, and then I know nothing about anything until I wake up Sunday at twelve-thirty in the afternoon.
It's a hangover day and all three of us awaken a little cranky. I have an afternoon shift at Stop & Shop which means I've got to get my act together. Robby has a seven-till-closing nighttime shift later today so we won't see much of each other, although he is dropping me off for my shift, and then Chubby will pick me up when it's over. During the ride to work Robby's talking in a monotone about starting our study-outlines for midterm exams, which begin Wednesday. Robby will work on outlines this afternoon and I'll finish them when I get home tonight. Midterms are on Wednesday and Thursday, and then we have off Good Friday and we're home for Easter weekend. A four day week follows, and then Spring break, which I have no plans for. Robby will be on vacation with his family at the Grand Canyon and Chubby's working all week for his old girlfriend's father. I'm on my own with no plans, which sucks. Connor's a no go because he has no money, and neither do I really, so it looks like a bummer. Kind of sad too because Spring Break has kind of a wild and crazy feel to it, but I guess that's for the rich kids. All the time Robby's explaining what he thinks we should do about the midterm study guides, I'm mostly thinking about the spring break fiasco and then wondering if Alan will be at work today, and how it might be awkward when we first see each other. Funny thing is, it isn't clear to me if I hope he's there, or not. My head's still screwed-up from the hangover created by the vodka and pot combination so nothing's all that clear to me at the moment. Pulling into the parking lot, Robby says, "Were you listening to me, Dylan?" and I go, "Sure... you do some outlines and I do what's left." He parks way on the other side of the building, all the while contemplatively biting on his lower lip, then he says, "Do ya think you could suck me off before work, Dylan? I got a terrible hangover and I'm feeling like crap and you sucking my dick would really get me headed towards recovery... that, plus about three more hours of sleep." I'm looking at him like he's insane, and he adds, "My system can't process the booze, or something!" I go, "Suck you off here? You want me to suck you off in broad daylight?" Robby blows out an exasperated breath, then quietly says, "I tried to make it voluntary... you know, you helping out your boyfriend. But, if I need to I'll just insist you do it 'cause I'm the dominant one, right?" I wish he wouldn't always end that particular declarative sentence making it sound like a question. Still, I like the thought, so I go with it, "Are you ordering me to suck you off, is that what you're saying?" and he says, "Just get to it," which I really like the sound of... very bossy. Instead of telling him, "Good job!" I mutter, "Yes, Robby," and his chest seems to swell, as he says, "Go ahead, take it out and suck my cock!" Wow, I like that! Hangover or no hangover my dick squirms around in my pants and starts getting stiff as I again mutter, "Yes, Robby," undoing my seat belt. He's looking into my eyes and it's a wonderful thing feeling the way I feel about him and working together with him so beautifully with the sub/dom game. He does it mostly for me, but overall he tries to please me in so many ways other than just that, and funny thing is, he actually pleases me the most when he isn't trying to... like now, he needs his dick sucked and he's taking charge and getting what he wants. So that's hot!
Leaning over I lay the side of my face on his lap, through his jeans I feel his slightly stiff four inch cock against my cheek... it's mushing against his balls. Robby orders, "Take it out! You don't have much time... you'll be late for work." I smile at his bossiness and pull down the zipper of his jeans, and then stick my nose inside... "Ahhhhh!" that's Robby's scent alright, and he didn't shower last night which makes it stronger. My finger goes inside his underpants' fly and pulls out his cock, then I fish around with two fingers to drag his nuts outside the fly too. First thing I do is lots of licking on his scrotum. He's starting to grow a few hairs on his balls, which I always lick flat against the skin because that's the look I like best. Looking up, I see Robby's head is back on the seat, his eyes closed. I say, "When baseball season's over will you let me shave your pubic hairs?" Without opening his eyes, he says, "We'll see," and I love that answer! It's like, if I'm good, maybe he'll let me shave his pubes. Hee hee, this is so awesome! Robby's getting really good at the bossy stuff. It's sure perking me up so I try licking under his scrotum but underpants get in the way and I settle for getting both his nuts inside my mouth, then suck on them until Robby's squirming on the seat, his fingers pulling gently at my hair as he grunts quietly. His cock gets real hard laying against my nose; so, with his nuts dripping with saliva, I push them out of my mouth with my tongue and engulf his cock, then take it right into my throat as Robby lifts his ass off the seat, "Ahh, ohhh, fuck! Thanks good..." Bobbing my head on his boner causes the head to pop in and out of my throat. His boner is a only tad more than four inches long when it's this hard so just the head passes my gag reflect area, but it's apparently a mighty erotic stimulation for him because Robby always gets wicked turned-on when I deep throat him. Tasting precum I pull back and use my tongue, lips, and cheeks to suck on his boner the same way I suck in my mouth after swallowing a delicious Hersey's miniature chocolate... the little chocolate bar has been chewed up and swallowed, but the taste remains and I suck in my cheeks, lick my lips, and swirl my tongue all at the same time, fully enjoying the aftertaste, and that's how I'm sucking Robby's cock, like it's chocolate aftertaste. He's hopping off the seat as more precum drools from his cock, which I immediately suck down my throat. That boy produces a lot of precum! Robby's making gurgling sounds in his throat now, and hopping and sliding on the seat; then, using both hands, he pushes my face tight against his crotch and humps his hips in a fast rabbit face-fuck, rapidly popping the head of his boner in and out of my throat as I'm going, "Ahh ahh ahh! with every penetration. My cock is so hard it's nearly splitting the skin on the head near the pee slit. I'm rubbing it through my jeans as fast as Robby's fucking my throat, then the stream of cum from Robby's hard organ pours down my throat as he's yelling, "Jeeeeeez! Ohh goddddddammit!' then another shorter stream as he keeps my face pressed against him, his pubic hairs on my lips and against my teeth and up my nose. Short little humps off the seat now as little squirts of spunk shoot against the roof of my mouth and down my throat... then he relaxes back onto the seat, going, "Ooooooh, maaaan! That rocked, Dylan!" and he's got a fistful of my hair pulling my head off his lap and up towards his face. Leaning down to me, he kisses my mouth, then we both kiss with a lot of tongue action and I feel precum leak into my pants, but Robby pulls away before I have an orgasm, "Thanks, Dylan! You're the perfect boyfriend! I'm so lucky, and I love you so much!" Another quick kiss, then he adds, "But you got two minutes to punch-in or that dweeb Alan Snyder will dock you."
I'm thinking, "Dweeb?? Surely you jest!" as we do a hasty 'goodbye kiss' and I'm jogging across the parking lot to the main entrance, by boner scraping against my boxer shorts. Some days I wear boxers and some days jockey, it just depends what's clean and what's handy. I like both types of underpants; in fact, I like underpants, period. Swishing saliva around in my mouth, trying to resurrect the taste of Robby's spunk, thinking, "Ooh, how I wish I could' have gotten my rocks off like Robby did, but time ran out on us..." Then, I come to a quick halt 'cause there's Alan working with a new kid in the parking lot. Alan's showing the new kid how to line up the carts and all of sudden I feel funny about Alan and me last night, even more so than the expected awkwardness... not that I did anything wrong, or that he did anything especially wrong. It's more that Alan was drunk and acted affectionate to me in front of his grumpy boyfriend, Franklin, and now he's sober so maybe he'll be embarrassed about that drunken behavior of last night and somehow take it out on me. That's what some guys do, ya know. Oh man, I'm checking out the new kid too, and from here he looks cute, but maybe too small for the job. He's only about five-feet three or four inches tall, and so fucking skinny it's ridiculous; thinner than Rajon. Thinking of Rajon makes me put my hand in my pocket and adjust my pecker as I continue staring at Alan and the new kid. Alan's back is to me, but the new kid is staring right back at me. His face is whiter than even Connor's, and his long curly blond hair is striking... most girls would love to have hair like that, but it probably looks more blond than it actually is because it's contrasted with this kid's complexion. Albino might be in play here except the kids white cheeks are mostly big blotches of rosy red color, looking more red than they actually are because of his white-on-white skin. Robby and Dodger have small rosy blotches on their cheek bones that looks healthy and attractive, but this kid's cheeks look like he's been into his mother's make-up and used too much dark red-shaded blush. I need to walk past them to get inside so I start up again with the new kid watching me every step of the way. The closer I get the more it becomes apparent this new kid isn't really cute after-all, but that shouldn't be a surprise as the vast majority of boys can't qualify for full-blown "CUTE!" On the other hand, that same vast majority of teenage boys has something cute about them, maybe even a few cute things, but cuteness like Rajon, Chubby, or Connor and Robby is rare. This new kid was not blessed with especially good 'appearance' genes, his facial features aren't attractive and they just don't go together. He's not ugly, I'm not saying that. In fact, at first glance you might think "cute", like I did, but that's mostly because of his diminutive size, and pretty blond, curly hair. A second look will probably correct your first impression, but he's not ugly. With the poor kid being way too small, and strange looking, I'll bet anything he has a chip on his shoulder the size of a manhole cover.
When I'm almost up to them, the new kid holds up his hand to Alan, like, 'Just a minute', and says, "Excuse me for a second, Alan." He's got this smooth, confident voice that sorta takes me by surprise because with all the handicaps he's dealing with, size and looks-wise, I'da thought he'd be shy. Alan stops talking, kind of taken aback at the kids audacity, then he looks around and sees me, as the new kid's yelling at me, "Why don'ya take a fuckin' picture, it'll last longer!" And, he says it in a very aggressive, challenging, and arrogant manner which further totally contradicts his appearance. I knew I was right about the chip on the shoulder... it had to be, you know, because of all the negatives this dudes got going for him. I reply, "Say what?" and the kid snaps back, "You heard me!" Alan's looking a little frazzled, and I don't mean because of the exchange between the new kid and me, I mean frazzled as in 'hungover!' He says, "Knock it off, guys!" then to me, "Meet Cory Dunlevy... Cory, this is Dylan Newman." We touch fist lightly, mumbling, "Yo," with the kid staring hard at me. Alan tells me, "Go check in and then come out here to work with Cory... show him what to do about collecting the carriages and all that. And, Dylan, remember how I showed you the right way to do it last night... er, I mean, last week." So, he's thinking about last night too... heh heh. I say, "Sure thing Mr. Snyder," and start jogging away, hearing the new kid say, "Mr. Snyder? he calls you Mr. Snyder,?" Alan starts with, "Yes, it's a sign of respect that most of you younger..." but that's all I hear because I'm through the front automatic doors now.
After checking in and getting a yellow bib to wear for parking lot duty, I trot back out and bump into Alan who's coming in. He pulls me aside, saying, "Okay, Dylan, we were both a little tooted-up last night, but that don't mean I'm gonna forget about letting you explore your crush on me. I just can't do it today... I'm off work in an hour and I can't wait to crash... I need about six more hours of sleep." I go, "Oh, sure, Mr. Snyder," as a strangest urge comes over me; I need to touch the whiskers on his chin. I go, "Excuse me, Mr. Snyder, but you have something sticking...." and I reach up and brush the back of my fingers against his whiskers, my cock boning up as I do it. He goes, "What? What was it?" I mumble, "Oh, just some lint," and he absently brushes his palm across his face, saying, "You've got a shift here Wednesday night, it's your last night on the schedule for two weeks." I interrupt explaining, "It's spring break, I got the time off for that." He goes, "Whatever... we'll do a little project, just you and me in the warehouse Wednesday." I'm nodding my head feeling excited and nervous at the same time. Then he sends me off, telling me to train Cory. He's walking inside then, but stops to say, "Don't forget the condom... I'm gonna make Wednesday night special for you." I nod my head numbly, almost hypnotized again, and he goes, "Well, what do you have to say, Newman?" and if I didn't know better it seems as though he's mocking me, instead of the other way around. My eyes dart around wondering what he's talking about, then it comes to me, "Um, thank you, Mr. Snyder... I, ah, thanks..." He makes this face I can't determine the meaning of, nods his head, then leans in to say, "I told ya I'd help you out. What'd ya think of my boyfriend, Franklin, last night? Huh? Huh? Hot macho stud is what he is, and he's done right by me so I'm passing it forward to you. Huh?" His eyes are open wide and he's nodding his head, again in a mocking manner, like he's expecting something from me, so I mutter, "Oh, wow... um, thank you, Mr. Snyder..." although I don't know what the fuck I'm thanking him for, or if we're even in the same conversation anymore. Alan gets stern again, and says, "Alright, enough of your goofing off, get to work!" and he stalks off like he's pissed-off at something. He can change moods faster than anyone I know. Okay, I got a job to do... where's that wiseass, Cory?
I find wise-ass Cory working hard lining-up the shopping carts in all the wrong ways, in groups of four, side by side, head to head... WTF? I go, "Ah, excuse me, Cory, but what are you doing?" He stops, turns around, and says, "I'll be upfront with you, I don't like, um... let me be PC about this, I don't like gays. They might be awesome people, although I doubt it, but the visual in my head of one dude sticking his dick up another dude's ass, or worse yet... sticking his tongue up somebody's a-hole, is disturbing, to put it mildly, so I don't think I'll be able to continue working here and, therefore, your question of "what I'm doing?" is pointless!" Surprisingly I'm not offended, ignoring the gay reference and the fact that he says he's not gonna be working here, I explain and then demonstrate the correct way to retrieve shopping carriages, "You're suppose to hook-up twenty carriages, one fitting into the back of the other, and then push the whole swerving line in through the automatic doors, and then go out for more." Cory looks at me without talking for a second, then asks, "You agree with a gay life style, do ya?" I say, "Straight couples do the same things with asses you mentioned gays doing, ya know?" and he says, "Not many, dude! Just some sickos." I shrug, and ask, "You know many gay people, do ya?" and he hocks a luggie on the ground, then says, "No, thank God!" I go, "Well, if ya don't know any, how can you be so sure they're so bad, and anyway, being gay is a condition, not a behavior." Cory furrows his brow, "What the fuck's that mean?" I say, "Gays have no choice in the matter, they're born gay." I start to light a cigarette and Cory says, "Would ya mind not smoking, I've got some breathing problems." Dropping the cigarette back in the box, I mumble, "Sure... ya wanna do these carts or not?" He asks, "Don't you mind working for a gay guy?" and it dawns on me he's talking about Alan, not me. I'd just assumed he meant me. Shaking my head, I say, "I don't pay attention to stuff like that. Color, race, religion, sexual orientation, or anything else... unless the person's an asshole, then no matter about any of that other stuff, I don't like him, but it's because he's an asshole, not the other stuff. He asks, "You think I'm an asshole?" I go, "Not yet..." and he nods his head, "Well, I do need the money and you seem okay, so I'll give it a try," then he adds a quiet, "Thanks for listening to my ranting," I mumble, "Okay, no problem,' and he says, "Will ya help me with these carts?" and I say, "Sure," and that's what I do.
We work together all shift without me asking him how he knew Alan was gay. The first six months I worked with Alan I was positive he was straight, and that's even though I had my playful fantasies about him 'doing me'. Obviously, the other unasked question I have for Cory is how come he can accurately pick-out Alan as gay, but totally whiff with me? A lot of weirdness in my life the last month or so, but it's sorta interesting too. Cory's a pretty good kid once he lets his defense mechanism down a little and, except for not being able to smoke, I enjoyed being with him. He's a senior in high school, just barely getting through. No father at home and I get the feeling money's a big problem for him, his mother and his two sisters. Jesus, girls... I wonder how small his sisters are? Anyway, Cory made the rest of my work day pass quickly, and by the end of our shift I'd managed to identify, even though he's already flunked the ultimate cute test, five specific cute aspects of Cory's otherwise un-cute appearance. His blond hair is awesome for one point in his favor and, yes, hair can be cute! Next, his front two teeth are slightly longer than the others on either side giving him a little-boy-look when he smiles, so his front teeth are the second cute thing. His smile is the third and it's helped a lot by the teeth situation but dimples play a huge part too, and then his ass is the forth cute thing... bubble butts on his tiny body... a very hot ass! Okay, I'm anticipating the fifth cute thing, his cock... I mean, everything is tiny on him and I'm hoping his cock is too... that'd be cute and different. You know, I could get his cock and balls in my mouth at the same time! So, as soon as I'm able to verify his penis' cuteness it'll be official: five distinctively cute things about Cory Dunlevy. That's above average, by the way, and today's only the first time I've had an opportunity to ogled him, so I may uncover more in coming shifts. He seemed to like me quite a bit by the end of the day, so that proves he's capable of liking a gay boy. Of course, I did use my 100 watt smile on him which is most likely what won him over. Wonder how long it'll take me to get in his pants?
Chubby's late picking me up after work, so Cory and I shoot the shit about sports while we wait in the parking lot for our rides. His mom finally picks him up in an old Volkswagen and it's apparent Cory's a little embarrassed about that, but I'm not sure if it's because it's because his mom is picking him up like a little kid getting picked-up after school, or because his mom's car is so old and beat up, it's like a jalopy. I feel bad for him even if he is a temporary homophobe. I say 'temporary homophobe' because I intend helping him correct that. Chubby picks me up five minutes later and we me eat dinner at Fuddruckers, after which we're gonna be spending the rest of the night at the apartment preparing for midterms. Back at the apartment my midterm prep is interrupted around nine o'clock by a call from Willie Worthington. He's called, text, and emailed me regularly since visiting me in person some weeks ago, but he's a senior at prep school and there's lots of graduation preparation and testing and senior trips etc. etc. to keep him busy at school, which is the reason he hasn't visited me again in person. I don't know for sure if I think that's a good thing or a bad thing. Willie seems like a changed person in some ways, but I detect many of the same personality traits he's always shown, even though they're muted. Actually, I'm glad to recognize these traits because, after all, he was my first true love and I still love him in a way, I'm just not in love with him any more. With Robby and me trying a more open relationship now I kind of want to see Willie again, but I'm more or less waiting for Willie to suggest it. Robby's already reluctantly said he's good with it, so it's up to Willie now. I click on the 'talk' key and say, "Hiya, Willie... thanks for calling me", and he says, "Dang, that's nice of you to say, Dylan... you're very polite, did anyone ever tell you that?" I go, "I'm kinda studying for midterms so I don't have much time, and I only tell you that as just a heads-up in case you wanted to just shoot the breeze which I like to do with you except, ya know...." and I'm running out of gas by the time I finish by saying, "midterms are coming." Why do I ramble like that? It's because Willie kinda makes me nervous some times. Oh, I don't mean like I'm afraid of him, he's one of the last people in the world I'd be afraid of, it's just he can get so intense where I'm concern it unnerves me... that's a better word, "unnerve". Willie says, "Oh man, I'm studying for finals myself. Um, I'll make it short then... ah," then he clears his throat, before going on, "What I wanted to ask you is, well... ah, could you, I mean, would you go with me to Key West? It's my graduation trip from father, and it's the week you have spring break, so... would you please be my date, I mean, my guest?" I'm flabbergasted again! We haven't been out together in nine months and the first thing he asks me to do, on what would be our first 'date' back together, is go to Key West with him! I gulp, then stammer, "Wha..? Key wha, Key West, ya mean Florida?" He goes, "Please say yes, it's only for five days and you'll be the one who decides everything. We can have separate rooms if you want. I just want a chance to win you back, and I don't mean take you away from your boyfriend, just make you a friend of mine again." I go, "You're already a friend of mine," and Willie goes on to use his skillful persuasive ways to get me to eventually say, "Maybe". He assured me all expensive are covered by his father. He tells me how Andy was suppose to go with him, but Willie refuses to go through with that because Andy dumped him a couple months ago, and now Andy just wants a free trip to Key West, "As friends,". Willie asks me to make up my mind by Friday so he'll have time to ask another boy if I turn him down. It's sweet he still has a 'thing' for me, and I miss him too, but Robby might feel a trip with Willie for almost a week is a bit much. I'm not sure I'll even ask him about it.
By the time Robby gets home from his shift we're both too tired to mess around, but we have a late class tomorrow so Monday morning we're relaxing in bed laying together after a great night's sleep. Robby's pretending to continue sleeping while I'm doing little licks across his lips. After a bit he grabs hold of my nuts in his fist and quietly says, "Okay, you want to act like a cat licking a bowl of milk, you can lick my titties now," so, to keep my nuts from getting crushed, I lift up his pajama top and lick his nipples until they're sticking straight out from his well developed hairless chest. "Now under my arms," he says, then laughs, "Just kidding!" I pretend to lick there and notice a rare hint of BO and I remember he skipped showering yesterday. He says, "Lets get naked," so I hop out of bed and take off my pajama bottoms and T-shirt, then get back under the covers. Crisp, clean sheets feel soooo good on my naked skin, particularly my bare ass, cock, and balls. It's fun being naked in bed! I ask, "Hey, how come we don't sleep naked?" and Robby climbs back under the covers, mumbling, "I don't know... maybe 'cause it's cold in the winter," and he wraps me in his arms, our bodies touching from head to toe. Crisp, clean sheets feel good, but Robby's naked skin against mine feels way better, it's a luxurious, luscious feeling and we squirm against one another, my arms going around his neck. His firm youthful skin, and the hidden muscles that become obvious when I'm against him, send chills down my spine and a buzzing to my dick. What a thrill to feel his wonderful body next to mine and shortly I need to hold back an embarrassing moan of pleasure, then squirm against him some more as my dick bones up tight. My lips against his ear, "I love, love, love you, Robby! I'm never gonna ever love anyone else like I love you." He turns his head and kisses me, saying , "I love, love, love you more than you love me! I've always love you more and always will!" I go, "Did anyone ever mention to you that you're a tiny bit competitive?" He says, "No, no ones ever told me that," and he wrestles me onto my back and reaches behind his neck to pull my arms off, telling me, "Just lay there a second." Then he's sliding his arms under my thighs and lifting my legs, saying, "Get your feet up in the air, Dylan, and wrap your arms around your legs to keep them out of my way. I'm gonna fuck you real good and prove I love you more than you love me." I lift my legs and hold them up with my arms, "Spread 'em," he says. Then he chuckles, "You can bend your knees if you want, ha ha ha, you don't have to keep your feet sticking up at the ceiling." I bend my knees and spread my legs as far as I can comfortably do it. Robby says, "Okay, good... roll up on your back a little so your asshole is readily accessible to me," I mutter, "Oh brother!" but roll my ass up in the air, "Hold it right there," he says, and hops out of bed.
Three seconds later he's got the lubricating jelly from the bedside table, explaining, "I've been doing you raw for months, but as a special treat, to prove how much I love you, I'm gonna use lots of lubricant." I ask, "Do I need to hold in this awkward position all day?" Robby's trying to get the cap off the tube but we haven't used it for so long it's dried shut so he uses his back teeth to twist it off, then says, "Yes, you need to stay just like that." He comes over and adds, "And because you keep asking me questions you're gonna get a spanking too." He swats my bare ass with his hand a few times, his dick swinging as he's swinging his hand and connecting on my ass cheek, "SMACK!" the third one on the same spot really stings, and I yell, "Goddammit!" but he gives me two more, and I'm positive he's covering-up a laugh by imitating one of my fake coughs. He climbs back up on the bed, saying, "You be good or you'll get another spanking! Now here's some nice creamy jelly for your nice asshole," and his finger slides inside me easy and slippery like. Feels good going all the way in up to the knuckle. More slipper lube is pushed inside me and the memory of all our early easy sliding fucks is so sweet, I say, "This is a great idea, Robby!" He pulls his finger out, leaving my ass lips quivering, and lays between my legs with his own legs out behind him... then, squirming up so we're face to face, one of his hands holding him up on either side of my chest, he asks, "Ready to be fucked, Dylan?" his mouth two inches from mine. I try to say, "Absolutely," but it catches in my throat and I try again, but come out with, "Robby," instead, and then his mouth covers mine and we kiss, me still holding my legs back. Our noses rub together as we French kiss and then Robby sucks my tongue and my upper lip, then he licks across my mouth and up the front of my nose like he does sometimes. It's all dreamy and I feel totally a part of my boyfriend and lover, Robby Dickers... I almost feel like I'm him because I'm doing whatever he wants me to and all I can smell or feel or see is him. I taste him too... he's incapacitated me by getting me in this position and laying on me which is a dominant move, so all systems are go as far as I'm concerned. When he's done spreading his crystal clear, frothy spit on my face it's like a wet mask covering my face... a mask made from Robby's salivary glands; a present of water and enzymes for me from my boyfriend. My cock is pressed against Robby's belly, not far from his hard four inch fireplug boner, and it all feels so perfect I can't suppress a moan of pleasure, and again murmur, "Robby...".
Moving his head away, breathing deeply, Robby asks, "Should I do a hickey too?" There it is again... a question! He's suppose to take charge, not ask me what to do... well, since he did ask, I go, "Um, not on my account," and he sounds wicked disappointed, asking, "You don't like my hickeys?" so I quickly change my tune, to, "Oh, no, I mean yeah, I want the hickey," and he's like, "Really?" I hate seeing him disappointed, so I go, "Ah, come on, Robby, give it to me, please..." That did it, I can see him perk up as he's mumbling, "Okay, if you really want it," and damn if he didn't do a number on my neck. Ten minutes later a big hickey is standing out from my neck, shiny with Robby's saliva and stinging like mad. I want to scream 'cause most of my hardon has evaporated by now, but I laugh at myself instead; I mean, I'm the one who insists on being submissive, not Robby. In the meantime Robby's looking so proud of himself, saying, "I don't know, dude, but I don't think you're ever gonna find a boyfriend who can give you a hickey like this one." I say, "Bullcrap! I already found one... you!" and he kisses me without saying anything else except, real low, right in my ear, "You ready to get fucked," and I quietly reply, "Oh yeah, Robby, always with you."
Robby's feet are straight out behind him and he's just about laying on me, like I said, so he only needs to adjust his boner, get the head of it pushing at my anus and then let his hips fall slowly down on me and his cock slides tightly up my ass. "Ahhgggg," I grunt, as it burns a little, but the lube is a fantastic help. Robby's crotch is laying snug against my buttocks in three seconds flat; my rectum's working quickly to adjust itself to accommodate Robby's fat, hard penis. He wiggles his hips to flatten my bubble butt and is able to slides his boner up inside me another half inch. Letting out a long exhale, Robby leans down then and sucks my tongue sending sensations slithering around my body, all hot and electric and tantalizing... my whole ass quivers this time, itching to be fucked hard. Robby's cock creates a wonderful filled-up feeling, but I have a intense 'need' to be fucked sometimes, and this is one of those times so I'm hoping he'll get right to it. "Fuck me, Robby... fuck me..." and he does. He fucks me steadily with an expression of concentration on his face, an expression that seems to change to pain the closer he gets to climaxing. I'm humping off the bed awkwardly at his cock with each thrust inside me, moving my ass left and right at the same time, trying for the most contact on my prostate and as I'm continuing to moan with pleasure I taste blood from biting my bottom lip too hard. What I'd really love to do is scream at the top of my lungs yelling about how nothing feels as good as being fucked up the ass by the boy I love, but that would be a tad over the top so I settle for doing a grunting, groaning and moaning commentary, "Ooh yeah, Robby... ahhh that's so good, ohh, right there, fuck me right there, faster yes, yes, yes!" and it definitely has Robby motivated. He even opens his eyes and, gritting his teeth, picks up the speed plowing my ass with his now-sweaty crotch smacking my buttocks, "Splat! Splat! Splat! and it's sooooo awesome!! It also brings-on Robby's orgasm faster and he begins making squeaky noises, then with his eyes squeezed shut again, his hips humping and his crotch slapping my ass cheeks he starts humping my asshole harder and harder. I'm scrunching up my face, biting my lip again while tightening my sphincter ring for all I'm worth. Ecstasy!
As precum from my boner begins dripping on my belly, my forearms become sweaty where they're holding my legs back and it's an intense wonderful feeling that gets better and better and better until my head is wreathing from side to side on the pillow as I'm letting out one long moan of constant, yummy, pleasure... and then it's pleasure from another world, pleasure beyond words, and I make a weird screeching sound even while I'm consciously trying to keep it down, but the spunk pumping up from my nuts shoots from my boned-up cock coming out in spurts creating an explosion of sexual sensations from my ass and my cock then spreading out to sensitize every nerve ending in my body and now there's no way I can stop myself from screeching, "Eeee, ahhhh, eeeee, ooh, ohhhh!" Five wonderful shots of creamy-white teen-boy cum... this orgasm has me bouncing on the bed, loving the feeling up my ass, loving how my cock's dancing on it's own, and loving my boyfriend so much there's no way to articulate it. My hard penis vibrates with delight as I try to get my hand around it, but Robby's belly is covering it each time he drives his cock into me. Then Robby blows his wad and my world is deliciously slippery and filled with erotic music and too many sensations coming at me too fast to separate them. Robby's pounding into my ass, cum flying all around my hole, sweat dripping from his face... he's basically doing push-ups with a hand on either side of me... push-ups with his cock connecting us together and generating more pleasure then either of us can handle . But, as intense as the pleasure is, it's fleeting too and the effort to generate it and enjoy it becomes exhausting for both of us, especially Robby and he soon collapses on top of me. I let go of my legs, which go around his waist as my arm go around his shoulders, and I squeeze him against me, his cock slipping from my ass, making us both go, "Ahhh, ooh," and then we lay together sweating, our hearts hammering in our chests, our bodies tingling all over.
Robby's heart beat slowly returns to a normal rate and his breathing calms down as well. I love it when we get grungy like this, naked and sweaty, spunk's between our stomachs and drooling out my ass... so hot! After a bit, Robby mutters, "I'm gonna miss you so much during spring break," I say, "Me too," thinking this probably isn't a good time to ask him about me going with Willie to Key West. He kisses the side of my neck and then rustles around, his hand down between his legs and then, "Aaaah, yeaaah, oooooh!" he slides his cock back up inside me and does gentle hip humps, fucking me slowly this time. It takes the better part of a half hour's worth of on-again, off-again fucking, never taking his hard cock from my ass, before Robby exclaims, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming..." and he does too, along with a full body shudder and lots of air expelling from his lungs, then a shoulder shudder and it's squishy up my ass again. Robby's licking his lips and grunting quietly as he drives his cock up my slippery ass. Then, a minute or so later, he pulls his cock out, muttering, "Sore, Dylan... my pee pee is so sore." His sexual appetite totally satisfied now, he's relaxed and acting silly. I say, "My pee pee is still hard and there's yucky stuff is in my marbles that wants to come out." Robby snickers and slides down the mattress until his feet are off the bed and his head is at my crotch. He gets my boner in his mouth and sucks me off till I'm humping up off the mattress again, thrashing around like a fish out of water, and then a slightly girlie-sounding squeal as I shoot a small string of spunk into Robby's mouth. My thrashing around finally pulls my cock from his mouth and a shot of spunk splatters above his left eye. We both chuckle at that and then he settles down on top of me like before, his cum-soaked cock coming out of my ass and gets caught sideways nestling between our thighs... his left thigh and my right thigh. We both go, "Ahhhhh, ain't this the bomb!!" and settle in against each other, all sweaty and cum splattered, happy and contented.
Less then a minute later the cum from his eyebrow drips onto my face and we snicker, then he intentionally smears it on my cheek. We're getting goofy. Robby says, "You're the best boyfriend ever!" and I go, "No! you are!" and he's like, "No, it's you!" and, just like that, I turn serious, not even planning to, and lift his head with a hand under his chin so that we're looking into each other's eyes, and ask, "Can I go to Key West with Willie during summer break?" Robby makes a face, then breaks eye contact, going, "Awww, man... now I am jealous. Dylan? Why?" and I feel a little scared and a little bad 'cause I hate to hurt Robby's feelings and maybe this is doing that. He takes a deep breath, then says, "Oh hell, listen, this is as good a time as any for me to tell you that... oh man, it's like I guess Ryan Wilcocks has sorta become my boyfriend on the side." I go, "Ryan Wilcocks, really?" and Robby talks fast, saying, "He developed this major total crush on me, like the one I had on you in the early days, remember? And anyway, I think he's cute and he worships my ass and sucks me off whenever I snap my fingers and... oh shit, I'm having fun with him, but it's you I love! But, if I have Ryan on the side why shouldn't you have you-know-who on your side. I won you from him anyway, and I know you're never going back to him as number one so, I won! He lost, and you're the prize!" I let him wind down as a feeling of excitement starts building in me... Key West, five star accommodations with adventurous Willie... Willie with his eight inch appendage that he's so accomplished at using. Mmmmm, I love Robby beyond belief, but why not let myself enjoy an adventure with Willie too. The fact is though, I wouldn't be able to enjoy myself if Robby got all bent out of shape about it, but now... yeah, a taste of old times. And, Ryan Wilcocks? Please, if that's my only competition for Robby I can handle it with one arm tied behind my back. I go, "Oh, dude! Thank you, Robby! You're the best boyfriend, I was right about that. I wouldn't go unless you said it was alright." I'm serious about that and he's nodding his head in agreement.
Robby likes being complimented, but who doesn't? He's feeling good that I've acknowledged that he's the boss and, what the hell, maybe he wants to revel in that fact a little 'cause he says, "I almost said 'No' to you, but I'm confident our love is totally awesome and so a little boyfriend action on the side isn't going to change anything... just remember who your real boyfriend is." I go, "Absolutely, Robby!" and give him a big kiss, mumbling, "Key West sounds cool, don't ya think?" then to build him up some more, and because I really mean it, I say, "Thank you for letting me go!" and Robby says, "Yeah, okay, and yeah, Key West does sound cooler than the Grand-fuckin'-Canyon..." I go, "You'll be with Dodger all through spring break though, and you know... you two get it on pretty good so it's not like you'll be destitude during the break." Robby looks like he's trying to hold back a smile at that thought, but his lips curl as he mutters, "Yeah, Dodger and me can turn up the heat a little, we've been practicing how to do that for a long while now... heh heh." I give him a look, and he adds, "Not like you and me, of course." I roll my eyes, then say, "Have fun and, ya know, I don't even mind all that much about Wilcocks... actually, I think he's cute myself, and maybe sometime we could, you know," and I hold up three fingers. Robby snatches at my fingers and holds them in his fist, what unbelievably fast reflexes he has. I'm staring at Robby with my mouth hanging open, he says, "Yeah, we'll do a three-way with Ryan right after Willie you and me do one." I go, "Oh... that's something to think about," but I'm not sure what any of it means. Robby doesn't want to share Ryan or he doesn't think I'd share Willie, or what? We get up to shower then with me wondering who got the best of the deal. I guess I did as far as the immediate future goes, but Robby's got Ryan long term and who knows how long before Willie drops me; you know, once he has me going out with him again he may have accomplished all he set out too. With Willie ya never know... hmmmm. We'll see, for now I'm excited about Key West and about being with Willie again for a while... strictly as fuck buddies of course.
Monday and Tuesday move along like molasses in the winter... boring rehashing of boring subject matter in review classes and at home, review of material we learned during the first half of the last semester. Now we got two days to take midterms, then Friday through Sunday for Easter, then four days of the last semester before a week off for Spring Break. After that we have less then five weeks of our freshman year left. We're all doing pretty damn good if ya ask me. I have a work shift at Stop & Shop on Wednesday, the last one before spring break. It's the one Alan says he's going to, in so many words, give me a thrill ride of my life by fucking me. I'm nervous about it to be honest, but I'd be lying if I said I haven't fantasized about it too. There's just something about Alan that rocks my boat... nobody else except me even hardly likes him, and most of the guys think he's a stiff, and in Robby's case, totally un-sexy too! What's wrong with them anyway? Hmmm, I gotta buy a condom before my shift... wonder if I should get two?
to be continued.....
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