Jamie Lawrence

Jamie Lawrence - Chapter Thirty One

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Jamie Lawrence - Chapter Thirty One

The talent portion of the evening was just drawing to a close. They had had singers, dancers, comedians, and even a magician. All had been fantastic. Darren felt that Matty had been the best act to perform, but that was largely because he had been the most daring and extravagant.

Kyle had nipped to the toilets, and Darren had taken the opportunity to run over the buffet and set about eating his own weight in chocolate eclairs. He kept his hand on the hilt of his sword as he shoved several whole cakes into his mouth.

His costume had been a good choice, it seemed. The red Spartan robe left the right side of his torso exposed, and Kyle had been stroking the skin there all night, sending pleasurable tingles through Darren's body. Now, each time he reached forward for a cake, several female students got a good long look at his muscles and were looking at him with lust filled eyes.

Having devoured the last cake, Darren turned back to the stage and saw Kyle talking to a rather attractive young man named David. Darren knew David from his music class, and knew him to be a bit of a lady's man. In the two months Darren had known him, he had bedded seven girls. He wasn't a bad guy, he just preferred one night stands.

Watching the pair, Darren could have sworn that David was flirting with Kyle, or perhaps in his mind, Marilyn. He was leaning in to Kyle, a salacious smile on his face. Kyle was smiling too, though Darren assumed it was to do with the fact that he had fooled David.

Darren chuckled and made his way over. "Hey David, you alright?"

"Y'orite Darren, mate?"

"So who's this?" he asked, pretending not to know Kyle.

David sighed theatrically. "She won't tell me her real name, so I keep calling her Marilyn."

Kyle giggled girlishly. "A girl's got to have her secrets." He batted his eyes at David.

"I'll bet," said Darren, smirking slightly. "Well, I'd best leave you two to it. Unless you want to dance with me, David?" Darren pretended to eye David up.

"Uh, no thanks, mate." David squirmed under Darren's scrutiny. "I prefer my dance partners a little less, uh, muscular," said David, eyeing the exposed half of Darren's chest.

Darren feigned disappointment. "Okay. How about you, Marilyn?" he asked.

"I thought you were gay?" said David.

"Does that mean I can't dance with a pretty girl?"

"Pretty?" demanded Kyle indignantly.

Darren smirked. "Okay, how about 'staggeringly beautiful'?"

"Much better," Kyle smiled. He held out his hand for Darren to take. Darren led the way into the centre of the room, leaving David looking a little frustrated.

"Flirting with straight guys, now are we?" asked Darren, slinging his arms around Kyle's waist.

"HE was flirting with ME," Kyle said, only slightly defensive. "Don't worry, babz; you're more than enough man for me."

Darren slid his hands down to Kyle's bottom and cupped each cheek. "You're way too convincing as a woman. Anyone who doesn't know me in this college is gonna think I'm straight."

"Who cares what anyone thinks?" asked Kyle. "We don't have a parade every year to say 'We're here, we're queer, would you mind getting used to it?', do we?"

Darren laughed under his breath. "Shut up and kiss me, Ms Monroe."

Kyle pressed his lips to Darren's and opened them slightly. Darren accepted the invitation and slid his tongue casually between them. They kissed for several seconds before Darren felt the familiar stirrings in his groin. Unfortunately, his robes would not hide that very well so he pulled away from the kiss. "What's up?" asked Kyle.

He tipped his head in the direction of his stiffening cock. "A Spartan only needs one sword," he said. "Best let the other one deflate."

Kyle giggled. "I'll go check my lippy." He pecked Darren on the lips and quickly departed.

Kyle had only been gone a couple of seconds when David hurried over, his face angry. "Dude, what the fuck?"

"What?!" asked Darren, flummoxed.

"I thought you were gay! I just saw you stealing the bird I was working!"

Darren chuckled. "Trust me, David, you don't want to go there."

"Why? What's wrong with her?" asked David, looking disheartened.

"Nothing. He's absolutely perfect in every way."

"Then...wait, what?"

At that, Kyle came bouncing over to them and worked his way under Darren's arm. "David," said Darren. "I'd like you to meet Kyle, my boyfriend."

David stared at Kyle's curled wig, flowing dress and pouting lips and shook his head. "No way!" he laughed.

"Yes way," said Kyle happily. "I could lift my dress and prove it, if you'd like." Kyle grabbed the bottom of his dress.

"No!" David blurted out. "I'm good, thanks."

Kyle giggled and then winced. "Right," said Darren. "Let's get you home and in bed."

"Mmm," moaned Kyle suggestively. "What could you possibly have planned for me there?"

"Shush, you," said Darren. "David, I'll see you after the holidays."

"Yeah, see ya, mate," said David, still eyeing Kyle with uncertainty.

The pair found Jamie and Shane and bade them goodnight before heading out and flagging down a black cab. Once they got home, they immediately got down to their underwear and sat together watching television in the living room. Darren spread himself out and Kyle rested his head on his chest. The pair held hands and chatted idly about nothing in particular.

After a while, something occurred to Darren. "Kyle?" he asked.

"Yeah babz?"

"I asked you something before, but you never answered me."

Kyle sat up to look at Darren. "I know I didn't." He looked down at his hands. "Darren, don't you think it's a little speedy? We've not even been together two months yet. Are you sure you want to tie yourself to me that quick?"

"First off, by the time I'm old enough for us to do this, we'll have been together for eighteen months. Is that slow enough for you?"

Kyle smiled. "I guess."

"Second, it took me two days to know I wanted to be with you forever, so the fact that I held off for two months before asking you is a fucking miracle."

Kyle was actually blushing. "Two days? Really?"

"Really." Looking slightly teary-eyed, Kyle leaned in and kissed Darren. "And third," said Darren, breaking the kiss to do so. "I'm not 'tying myself to you'. I'm making sure you can't get away," he said playfully.

Kyle giggled, tears evident in the sound. "I'm not going anywhere."

"So?" said Darren, sliding off the couch and falling onto one knee. He took Kyle's hand in his own, quickly kissed the knuckles and looked him in his tear-filled eyes. "Kyle Isaac Stephen Summers, will you marry me?"

Kyle seemed to have lost his voice. His chin wobbled and a tear fell from each eye. He nodded vehemently. "I will," he managed to choke out. He slid forward onto his knees and the two squeezed their bodies together, kissing furiously.

Suddenly they were forced apart by a big furry body. "Kiki!" Darren admonished the Newfoundland, though he couldn't shift the happy grin on his face.

She looked first at Darren and then Kyle before letting off a high pitched whine. Kyle patted her head. "Your daddies are getting married!"

Matty lay in Oliver's bath scrubbing furiously at his face, trying to shift the ten pounds of make-up stuck there. It had been an amazing night; so exhilarating. Being on stage had felt so natural that he had been very reluctant to step down.

He had never thought for a second that he would win. The idea that seventeen year old boys would vote for a drag act had seemed laughable. And yet Matty had been declared the victor.

As he mentally relived his stage début, he gripped the shampoo bottle in one hand and help it to his mouth like a microphone. He belted out a couple of lines from 'If I Could Turn Back Time' but was interrupted by the bathroom door opening and closing.

"You really should lock that when my Mum is in the house," said Oliver, perching on the edge of the bath and touching his fingers to the surface of the water. He was wearing his pyjamas and had tucked his hair behind his fringe.

"But then you wouldn't be able to come in and catch me in all my glory. That's what you wanted, isn't it?" asked Matty, mock suspicion in his voice. "I dare you. Move the bubbles and take a good look."

Oliver took the wet flannel Matty was holding and started to run it over Matty's chest. "Let's just get you washed up and in bed," said Oliver patiently.

"Well," said Matty. "If you want to wash me, there are other bits of me that are dirty," he said suggestively.

Oliver ran the flannel under Matty's arm. "Yeah, like your mind."

"Oh! Now you're for it!" said Matty, grabbing Oliver around the waist.

"No!" objected Oliver. "Don't you dare!" he warned. Matty gave one short tug and Oliver fell into the tub and into Matty's lap with a high pitched scream and a giggle. "You git!" he squealed. "My pyjamas are soaked."

"Well," said Matty, moving his face so close to Oliver's that he could feel the latter's breath against his lips. "You'll just have to sleep in the buff." He slid his hand up Oliver's top and his tongue into his mouth.

Oliver pulled away from Matty's lips and laughed. He squirmed his bottom around in Matty's lap. "I think little Matty wants to say 'hello'."

"Oi! There's nothing 'little' about it!"

Oliver giggled and shifted his position so he could lay his head on Matty's shoulder, his legs still handing over the side of the bath, dry. "I've been thinking."

"That can't be good."

"I, erm. I think I'm ready."

"Ready for...?" asked Matty.

"You're really going to make me say it?"

"Oh!" exclaimed Matty, realising Oliver meant sex. Suddenly he was incredibly nervous. There was no question in his mind that he loved Oliver, but if they were to do this, it would be the first time he had slept with another boy. It would be momentous and life changing. Having already lost his virginity to a girl, he felt ashamed to admit it to himself, but he wasn't sure he was ready for this himself.

And even if he decided he was ready, he still had Oliver to consider. The little red head had come far in the short time Matty had known him, but could he possibly have come that far; to have learned to trust Matty with something so intense after having taught himself not to trust?

Oliver started kissing Matty's neck gently, his rosy lips sending sparks of electricity through Matty's body. "You've been so patient with me. I can't imagine how frustrating it must have been for you."

"Oliver, I uh, I don't know."

"Oh," said Oliver, sounding hurt. "I'm sorry; I just thought..." He had stopped kissing Matty's neck and he was attempting to sit up in the bath. "I thought you would want to..."

"I do!" objected Matty, pulling Oliver's head back down onto his shoulder. "I just want to make sure that we're both really ready to go all the way together."

"Well, like I said; I think I'm ready. I love you, and I really want to share this with you. Do...do you want to share it with me?" he asked shyly as he ran the tip of his finger around the edge of Matty's nipple making it firm up and stick out.

Once it was solid, he leaned in and took it between his lips, sliding his tongue over the tip. Matty's heart gave an almost audible thump as Oliver's lips traced their way up over his collarbone, up his neck and along his jawline. Matty was hard as a rock and he had his head tipped back as he enjoyed the feeling of Oliver's lips journeying ever closer to his own.

Oliver's lips were barely an inch away when they were both startled back to reality by the sound of banging on the door. "You lads better hurry up in there!" shouted Oliver's father. "I'm dying for a slash."

Oliver laughed quietly against Matty's chin. "He certainly knows how to break the mood."

"Who says it's broken?" asked Matty. "Let's move this to your bedroom."

Oliver's father rolled his eyes and smiled at the pair when he saw the state of Oliver's pyjamas and the slight tenting of Matty's towel. They raced to Oliver's bedroom and Matty immediately ditched his towel, catching a hungry glance from Oliver.

Oliver pulled off his pyjama top, revealing the slender, hairless torso that Matty loved so much. His hands reached forward involuntarily and started to massage their way down, following the familiar path over Oliver's nipples, ribcage and stomach. Matty dropped to his knees and started to unlace Oliver's pyjama bottoms. Both boys were at full mast by the time he pulled them down to Oliver's ankles.

Matty was about to take Oliver's shaft into his mouth when Oliver reached down and took Matty's hand in his own. He helped Matty to his feet and over to his bed. He hesitated before he sat on the edge of the bed. "How do you want to do this?" he asked. He reached under his bed and pulled out a sealed pack of condoms and an unopened tube of KY jelly. His hands were shaking when he handed them to Matty.

"Honey, we can wait," said Matty, putting the condoms and lube aside and grasping Oliver's hands tightly in his own. "I can wait as long as you need to."

"No," said Oliver. "I want to do this."

He pushed Matty onto his back and lay on top of him, kissing his neck and chin and rubbing their throbbing dicks against each other.

"Well, if you're sure," said Matty, breathless as a result of Oliver's ministrations. He rolled Oliver onto his back and slid his tongue into Oliver's mouth while his left hand roamed around, searching for the lube. Once he'd found it, he knelt between Oliver's legs and dribbled some of the slippery substance onto the index finger of his right hand, while with the left he lightly held the shaft of Oliver's dick. "Just try to relax," said Matty, trying to sound reassuring.

Oliver nodded. "I'm relaxed," he said, smiling nervously.

Matty slid his slippery finger between Oliver's soft, round cheeks and felt the warm hole hidden between them. He let his finger slide in slowly. Oliver gasped slightly but smiled.

"I'm okay," he said.

Matty pressed on until he felt the ridged surface of Oliver's prostate and started to massage it. A few drops of pre-cum trickled from the tip of Oliver's dick and onto Matty's finger. Matty leaned down and used his lips to clean the head of Oliver's dick and his own finger.

Oliver gasped. "Stop or I'll cum!"

Matty retracted his finger, chuckling to himself. "And that was just one finger. Ready for another one?" he asked, holding up two fingers and wiggling them about.

"Yeah," said Oliver, sounding a little excited. "But, can you use a bit more lube this time?"

"You should have said if it was hurting," said Matty, putting twice as much lubricant onto his index and middle fingers.

"It wasn't much, but I think two fingers might be a bit- aah..." he moaned as Matty slid his two fingers up into his rectum. They went in more easily than the first finger had, largely because Oliver had relaxed a little more.

Matty slid his fingers in and out for several minutes, giving Oliver plenty of time to become accustomed to the feeling of the intrusion. He let his fingers slide lazily out of Oliver's body before reaching once more for the lubricant. He slathered three fingers in it and repeated the procedure once more.

Once he had reached his knuckles, he leaned down and started to lick and suck Oliver's smooth scrotum until he was purring in delight. Again, Matty let his fingers slide easily out.

"Ready for the feature presentation?" he asked. Oliver nodded. "Okay, roll over."

As Oliver did as he was told, Matty used his teeth to free a condom from its wrapper and slid it down the length of his dick which by this point had a pulse of its own. He slathered it with an unnecessarily generous helping of KY, grabbed the towel from the floor to wipe his hands clean and studied the slender, beautiful young thing lying face down before him.

He traced his nose up the length of Oliver's spine and the smaller boy giggled. "That tickles," he said, a smile evident in his voice. Undeterred, Matty kissed Oliver's shoulder and put his lips next to Oliver's ear.

"Are you sure?" he whispered one last time. He hooked a finger under Oliver's hair and moved it out of the way so he could kiss the boy's cheek.

"I'm sure."

"Okay, here we go." Matty slid the head of his dick between Oliver's cheek and felt him tense up. "Relax, honey." Matty started to kiss and lick Oliver's neck as he pressed harder and harder until he felt his dick slide slowly into Oliver's body.

He continued on carefully until he could go no further, at which point he simply rested. "You okay?" he asked.

Oliver was breathing deeply and had his eyes shut tight. "Yeah, give me a sec'." Several seconds passed. "Okay. I'm good."

Matty pulled back several inches before thrusting himself back in, eliciting a small moan from Oliver. Taking that as good sign, Matty did it again and again, achieving the same result each time.

Matty hadn't missed sex in all the time he had been with Oliver. Even the length of time it had taken Oliver to want to engage in other forms of sexual activity hadn't bothered him, so enamoured of the little red head he had been. However, with his engorged dick enveloped in the cosy warmth of Oliver's body, he found himself letting loose and pressing himself into Oliver harder and harder. His earlier nerves were forgotten, to be replaced by the thrill of being so close with the boy he loved.

"Stop!" cried Oliver, pain evident in his voice. "It hurts," he whimpered.

Matty snapped back to himself and froze. "Do you want me to pull out?" he asked. He was supporting his weight on his elbows, poised to move if Oliver asked it of him. He silently berated himself for not having better control of his baser instincts.

Oliver pressed his face into his pillow. "Just, stay still a second," he gasped. Matty kissed Oliver's shoulder very lightly by way of encouragement. Oliver took a slow, shaky breath and said "Okay, just go slow."

Matty reached his right hand forward and interlocked his fingers with Oliver's, hoping to communicate through his grip his love for the boy. He pressed on slowly but firmly. At his deepest point he felt Oliver squirm slightly. "You okay, honey?"

"Yeah," said Oliver quietly. "It's starting to feel nice."

Matty chuckled and pressed in deeply again, eliciting the same small quiver from Oliver. Oliver started to edge back against Matty's pelvis each time he buried himself in the red-head. Both were beginning to breathe raggedly and little whimpers were escaping Oliver's lips.

Oliver grasped two fistfuls of his pillow and rose to meet Matty's latest thrust. "S-slower but harder," he whispered. Matty obliged. He slid his hand under Oliver's body and sought out his dripping cock. He started to milk it in time with his thrusts. Oliver's moans started to become more high pitched the longer Matty did this.

Matty could feel his orgasm surfacing, driving him to move faster, willing him to thrust himself harder into Oliver; an urge he resisted out of consideration for his lover. He pressed his forehead into Oliver's back as he strained to hold off his climax and his breath started to come out in short, sharp bursts.

After what seemed like mere seconds but was likely more like a dozen or more minutes, Oliver buried his face in his pillow and let out a high pitched, sound somewhere between a gasp and a scream as he thrust his pelvis into Matty's hand and several shots of cum spilled out between his fingers.

Matty's dick was pounded as each load of the warm, sticky substance was deposited into his hand and with a great shudder, Matty unleashed a torrent of his own seed into his loving boyfriend's body, his body shaking with each powerful contraction.

A rush of ecstasy coursed quickly thought Matty and his skin prickled as his blood boiled. He lowered himself, exhausted, onto Oliver's body, coming to rest with his quivering lips next to Oliver's ear. "You okay?" he asked breathlessly.

Oliver turned his head to face Matty. He locked his misty eyes with Matty's and sniffed back a tear. "I'm great." He pressed his lips to Matty's quickly. "Really great."

Matty chuckled. "Then why are you crying, you silly goose?"

Oliver sniffed again. "They're happy tears. I just..." A tear rolled out of his eyes and disappeared into his hair. Matty retracted his softening dick and deposited the condom into the waste-paper basket by the bed. He rolled back and enveloped Oliver in his arms, their naked flesh pressing together, the light sheen of sweat on each of them sticking them together. "I just," continued Oliver. "I think I thought I didn't deserve to be with somebody..."

"What? As fabulous as me?" asked Matty, fanning himself and batting his eyelashes.

Oliver lightly slapped Matty's chest. "Behave. I meant anyone." Matty scowled at the boy who meant everything to him. "Let me explain," said Oliver. "I always felt responsible for what happened to Ronnie, and I felt like being alone was my punishment. At least that's what my therapist said."

"But you don't feel like that anymore?" asked Matty, seeking some reassurance.

"Thanks to you," smiled Oliver, brushing his nose against Matty's chin. "Everything good I feel about myself now is because you fixed me. When we..." He paused and blushed, looking away sheepishly. "Made love," he whispered, embarrassed by having to say it. "I didn't feel guilty, or like I didn't deserve it. I just felt you."

"I should hope you did!" exclaimed Matty good-naturedly.

Oliver giggled. "That's not what I meant; you're very impressive in that department."

"Thank you," Matty grinned.

"What I meant was, I felt you and me, together. Without trying to sound cheesy, I could feel that you loved me."

Matty kissed Oliver's forehead and chuckled. "That did sound cheesy."

The pair chatted and cuddled for a good hour before Oliver started to drowse. Just before he tipped over into sleep, he muttered "Matty?"

"Mmm?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, honey." And then the room was silent.

"Okay," said Shane. "I've washed all that make-up off. Sean's asleep, and Mum and Dad have gone out for the night." A smirk spread slowly across his face as he closed his phone. "Let's get naked."

Jamie giggled and finished hanging his costume in the wardrobe, leaving him in only his underwear. "That won't take me very long."

"Aww," Shane moaned. "I wanted to undress you."

"I can put my clothes back on if you like," Jamie offered.

"No!" Shane burst out.

Jamie put his thumbs into the waistband of his boxer-briefs and slid them down to his ankles, revealing his slowly thickening dick. "Okay. How about I undress you?" He ran a firm hand over Shane's bulging groin.

Shane groaned. "That sounds almost as good."

Jamie slid his hands into Shane's jacket and pushed it off his shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor. He unbuttoned his shirt, kissing Shane's chest after every button came loose. By the time the shirt hit the floor, the front of Shane's trousers was stretched to capacity.

Jamie pressed Shane down onto the bed and unzipped his pants. He tugged them free of his legs and dumped them in the pile forming in the middle of the floor. He pressed his lips to the base of Shane's dick and kissed his way up the shaft to the head before taking it into his mouth.

Shane chuckled. "Best stop or I'm gonna cum, babe."

Jamie released Shane's dick from his lips with a slight popping sound. He clambered up Shane's body before rolling onto his back and pulling Shane on top of himself. While they shared their tongues eagerly with one another, Jamie snaked his hand into Shane's night-stand and felt around for the tube of KY jelly.

He broke the kiss and whispered "Let's get that yummy cock nice and gooey."

"Actually," said Shane breathily. "Can we try it the other way?"

"The other way? You mean you want me to do you? Are you sure you're ready?" asked Jamie, his dick jerking at the thought of finally having Shane bottom for him.

Shane nodded, nervousness and excitement written all over his face. "I've been practising with the big dildo. I really want to do it now."

"Okay," said Jamie. Shane lay down on the bed and Jamie lay on top of him, kissing him deeply, hoping to dispel some of his nerves. After a minute, Jamie knelt back on his haunches and dribbled an liberal helping of lube into his palm before slathering it up and down the length of his quivering cock.

Shane hefted his legs onto Jamie's shoulders and let out a nervous laugh. "Were you this nervous the first time?" he asked.

Jamie smiled reassuringly. "Like you wouldn't believe." He touched the tip of his cock to Shane's pucker. "Ready?"

"R-ready," he smiled.

Jamie pressed his hips forward slowly but firmly and felt the head of his dick disappear into the warm, tight hole. Shane released a short gasp and Jamie froze. Shane nodded almost immediately, a soft smile on his face. "I'm fine; keep going."

Jamie slid another inch into Shane and halted again. Shane gave no sign of distress so he pressed on and before long, his entire shaft was inside his lover's body. He drew back slightly, before pressing back into Shane, eliciting a small moan from him. "That's good," he said by way of encouragement.

Jamie was glad that Shane had spent so much time preparing with the dildos as he did not seem to be suffering any discomfort and Jamie quickly found that he could lose himself in this truly thrilling moment. Having Shane offer himself up so readily told Jamie just how much his lover trusted him, and his heart swelled to think of it.

Before long, Jamie was thrusting away with abandon, his hand pumping away at Shane's dick as his own slid comfortably in and out of Shane.

"Oh, fuck yeah," muttered Shane, a silly smile on his face. "Faster, babe."

Reassured by Shane's eagerness, Jamie pressed on. He could feel his balls smacking against Shane's cheeks and soon, he could feel his body tensing, bracing itself for a powerful climax. He started trying to think of anything innocuous to stave off his impending orgasm long enough for Shane to achieve his own.

Jamie was reciting the German version of 'Macbeth' in his head when Shane finally muttered "I'm there...I'm there...I'm- gah!"

And suddenly Jamie understood why Shane liked being the top. Shane's sphincter clamped down hard on Jamie's dick and dragged him forcefully over the edge and into a powerful, body shaking orgasm.

The boys shuddered in unison as they both erupted, a pair of incredible climaxes charging the air between them. The room was filled with the sounds of gasps and grunts and groans as Shane's chest and abs were plastered with a well earned helping of hot, runny cum.

The last of Jamie's contractions abated and he sat back on his haunches, still fully hard and fully immersed in Shane. Shane's eyes were closed and he was breathing deeply, cum resting happily on his torso. Jamie put his hand into the warm, viscous liquid and smeared it slowly over Shane's chest, rubbing it into his nipples and matting his sparse few chest hairs with it.

Shane chuckled, his eyes still closed. "Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?" He ran a finger through his cum and touched it to his lips. He opened his eyes. "Yum," he said.

Jamie giggled, his now flaccid cock slipping casually out of Shane. He crawled up to rest his head on Shane's shoulder, lying fully in the cum on Shane's chest, unperturbed. "I take it you liked that?"

"Oh yes. You're very good."

Jamie giggled again. "We'll make a bottom of you yet."

"Oh no, I still want to be in you as often as I can."

"Thank God!" exclaimed Jamie. "Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed that, but I definitely missed having you inside me."

Shane rolled Jamie onto his back and pinned him down. "Oh, don't you worry. I'm gonna be in you, on you and all around you 'til the day you die." He slipped his tongue into Jamie's mouth as if to seal the deal and the two made out until both were rock hard once more.

Sorry it's taken me so long to get this chapter up. I've got the next few chapters outlined already so it shouldn't be too long before the next one is up.

I hope you enjoyed this. Any comments, questions, or even suggestions are welcome. Please feel free to email me at thebobbyfish@gmail.com. Your emails are all very welcome, and I will try to answer ever single one of them!

To those of you whose emails I didn't answer, I had a slight accident with my inbox (that accident being me) and I lost a whole bunch of stuff. I hope you didn't take it personally. Forgivesies? :)

Kisses, Bobby.