Robby: A few days have passed since my Saturday dart night date in Lattimore's basement. I'm glad that I went and gave myself to him and Vance. Bradley called and wanted to know if I'd talked to Lattimore. I told him no, and that was an issue that he needed to settle with his Pop about. He reluctantly agreed. I don't want anyone involved to get hurt, but I don't work at that hotel. What the hell am I supposed to say? I have confidence that Lattimore can handle that situation at work without my interference. Besides, with that audio recording I helped create, I think I've interfered enough already.
I've thought about Lattimore a lot. I guess I'm confused as to what I'm looking for? Love? Lust? Something else? It upsets me that I left quickly without really getting a reaction from him about the kiss I gave him. I don't know how he feels about it. All I know is I want to be a big part of Lattimore's inner circle with Vance, Ricky, and Mark. When I told Lattimore that I'd do anything for him, I meant that. The whole thing was driving me nuts, so while working at the store together, I asked Vance what he thought. He was shocked and disbelieving at first, but then he realized I wasn't pulling his leg. He was actually amused by it, and when I asked what he thought Lattimore was thinking, he smiled and said, "Why don't you call him and ask him?" Later I was in the stockroom when Vance came up behind me and turned me around, took my face between his hands and gave me the sweetest, most passionate kiss I'd ever imagined. He smiled and walked out of the stockroom, leaving me standing there delirious and panting. He has fucked me several times, but he'd never kissed me before. At closing time, Vance gave a smack on the behind and told me to call Lattimore. So I did . . .
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Bradley: I wasn't happy that Robby did not talk to Lattimore for me, but I realize that he was right when he said I "needed to grow a pair" and have a sit down conversation with my dad. After all, if I can't have a man-to-man talk about my job concerns with my own dad/boss, who can I talk to? And, we live under the same roof, so we don't even have to be at work to discuss work. But, he and I have become more distant and it was time to bridge that gap. I realize a lot of our problems I've brought on myself. Over breakfast this morning, we sat and discussed the goings on at the hotel. It was a pleasant chat . . . until I started easing Lattimore into the mix. I could sense his agitation, and when I asked him if he'd consider replacing Lattimore with someone else, he threw an English muffin that sailed over my head.
He yelled, "Damn it, Bradley, you are driving me nuts!! In your working life you will encounter co-workers who you won't like for whatever reason! You can't rely on Daddy to replace everyone you can't get along with! You work inside the building, he works outside the building! There is no need for you to even have much interaction with each other. In fact, today I'm going to ask him if he'd be interested in mowing OUR lawn this weekend, and if he says yes, you can pull the drapes shut, go to grandma's, or whatever! I don't care! Christ, boy, we've spoiled you rotten! You're an adult now, supposedly! Grow up and stop acting like a baby!!"
As he steamed out of the kitchen, he picked the muffin off the floor and tossed it onto the table. That communication really went well, I sarcastically thought to myself, as I sat there staring at my bacon and eggs . . .
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Lattimore: I am soaring with the eagles right now. I really wanted to find out if Robby could take my stiff prick. I heard that he'd bent over for Mark. If he was willing to try Mark's steel rod, I figured he could handle me. Mark is hung like the horses he likes to ride. Mark, Ricky, Vance, nor I, have ever messed around with one another, but we have watched each other fuck the crap out of Olivia, so we all know what we each have down below. Just a "perverse curiosity", I guess. HaHa.
I wasn't sure what to make of the sweet little kiss Robby gave me last Saturday. Several nights later, Robby called me and we talked about it. He told me he was fascinated with how my nuts buckled and tightened inside my sack when I pumped my load into his mouth. I said that there was plenty more where that came from. He again said that he would do anything for me, and wondered if I was upset about the kiss. I said no, and he mentioned that Vance had kissed him earlier that day. I laughed and told him it was about time. I wanted to know if he would kiss Ricky or Mark, and when he said he would suck, fuck, and kiss all of us, I had to ask if he loved us. Robby paused for a moment and then muttered, "Yes. Yes, I do. I love how you guys talk, and feel, and smell. I enjoy being around you guys. I think about you all the time. When Vance kissed me today I felt like a million bucks, and kissing you last Saturday just seemed like the appropriate thing to do." He was crying, and I assured him that we would take care of him.
Douglas has asked me if I'd mow his lawn this weekend. HaHa! I jumped at that opportunity. He told me that he had a heated argument with Bradley and said that I needn't worry about him. Oh, I'm not worried about Bradley . . .
