Bobby's First Gay Sexual Experience –
By Kevin – unoponcho
Notice: See challenge to authors at the end of the story.
Chapter 1 -- First Time Gay Sex Lessons
Bobby and his parents lived in a small town outside Dallas, Texas. Bobby’s father owned and operated a service station and garage. His father was a mechanic and worked on cars and trucks. His mother worked as a cook in a local café. Bobby was the only child and their home was a very modest two-bedroom house with one bathroom.
Bobby had never met his paternal grandfather. His grandfather remarried after Bobby’s grandmother passed away about the time that Bobby was born. He married a woman that was twenty some odd years younger. His grandfather’s new wife had a very young son and daughter by a previous marriage and they lived in the state of Washington.
Shortly after Bobby had turned sixteen, his father’s stepbrother came to visit for the weekend. His name was Warren. Warren was twenty-three years old. He was in the Army and had just been transferred to Ft. Hood Army Base just south of Temple, Texas. Bobby was at the stage that he was having difficulty in dealing with the possibility that he was gay. When he was introduced to Warren, his stepuncle, he thought that he had died and had gone to heaven. He had never seen such a beautiful man in his life.
Warren was a calisthenics and bodybuilding instructor in the Army and was in top physical condition with an enviable physique. He did not have the build of a weight lifter, but had a hard body with just the right amount of muscles to make him very attractive and handsome.
Bobby’s parents had Warren to stay in Bobby’s room and Bobby was told to sleep on the couch in the living room.
Bobby’s father had never met his stepbrother and had not seen his father in almost twenty years. His father also had several half brothers and sisters that also lived in Washington that he had never met. While Warren was visiting for the weekend, Bobby’s father occupied most of Warren’s time talking about his father and his kinfolks in Washington that he did not know. Bobby never had the opportunity to talk to Warren for any length of time, but he remembers him as being very friendly to him.
During Warren’s weekend visit there was one incident that burned into Bobby memory that he would never forget. On the Sunday morning before Warren was to return to his base, Bobby caught a glimpse of Warren on the way to the bathroom with nothing on except his briefs. Bobby never dreamed that any man could be as handsome and well built as his stepuncle.
After Bobby had graduated from high school he went to work as a stock boy in the local grocery store. It was a late Friday night and he had just gotten home from work and had been in bed for twenty of so minutes. It was hot and their house was not air-conditioned. He had the window in his room open to get fresh air and had an electric fan on. He heard someone knocking at their front door and heard his father going to answer the door. He heard his father talking to someone and had no idea who it could be that late at night. A short time later Bobby heard the man say to his dad, “Don’t wake Bobby up. I will just slip in bed with him and will see you in the morning.” Bobby heard his bedroom door open and could see that it was Warren. It had been almost two and half years since Bobby had met or seen his stepuncle. Bobby pretended that he was asleep and watched Warren set his overnight bag down and remove his uniform before getting in bed with him. Bobby rolled over pretending that he had just waked up. Warren patted Bobby on the shoulder and whispered to him to go back to sleep.
They were lying on their backs and it was too hot to even cover themselves with a sheet. The moon was full and lit up the bedroom so they could see fairly well. After a short period of silence, Bobby knew that Warren was awake and asked him how long would he be staying with them. Warren told him that he had been transferred back to Ft. Hood and had a weekend pass, and would be going back Sunday. Bobby asked him how long he had been in the Army. Warren told him that he had been in for almost seven years.
Warren rose up on his elbow and looked at Bobby’s body, and said, “Man you sure have done a lot of growing since I last saw you. How old are you now?”
Bobby replied, “I’m eighteen and half.”
“All the young girls in town are after that nice looking body of yours, right?”
Bobby hesitated a few minutes, and then he said, “Maybe. But it is not going to do them any good.”
Warren asked, “What do you mean?”
“Warren, I don’t know you very well and you don’t know me. I have a serious problem that is about to drive me crazy, and I don’t have anyone that I can discuss it with. Do you think that we could talk confidentially sometime while you are here?”
“Sure thing man. It is too hot to go to sleep. How about right now?”
“Will you promise me two things? You won't tell anyone about our conversation, and that you won't get mad and beat me up?”
“Bobby I promise that what we say to each other will never be repeated, and I never go around beating people up. Now, I am going to make a wild guess. What you want to talk about concerns your sexual orientation. Right?”
“Yeah, how did you know that?”
Warren said, “Let’s just say that I have been where you are now. I’m not blind. When I was here the last time, I could see by the way that you looked at me that you were gay. Plus your remark a few minutes ago about girls. Have you ever had sex with a man before?”
“A couple of my high school buddies and I jacked off together one time.”
“That is the extent of your experience?”
“Yeah. I have been scared to try anything else. This is a small town and everyone is very nosy.”
“All right. I am not about to suggest that you do what I did. I joined the Army to get out of the small town that I lived in. The Army is all right for me. Since I am making the Army my career, I am restricted to what I can and cannot do. I have thirteen years more before I can retire before I reach forty years old. I am pretty much in the closet and will stay there until after I retire, and after that I want give a damn who knows that I am a queer.”
“Are you telling me that you are gay too?”
“That’s right. Now only you and a couple of dozen other men know. So far as the Army is concerned I am as butch, gung-ho, and straight as any of my fellow servicemen. Now back to you. I would suggest that you find away to move into a city where people are not watching every move that you make or care who you go to bed with or what your sexual orientation might be. Of course anywhere you go you are going to run into some people who do not accept gays and their way of life.”
Bobby said, “I have been thinking about trying to find a job in Dallas. I could commute back and forth until I get on my feet and afford to rent apartment in Dallas. Right now I am afraid. I don’t know how to meet other gays, and even if I did meet someone I would not know what to do or how to act. I just feel that I need to have some sexual experience before I make such a drastic move.”
“Bobby, I am not for sure if I am reading you right. Are you trying to ask or tell me that you would like to have sex with me?”
“Warren, you must have a very unique gift. This is the second time that you have read my mind.”
“It’s not a unique gift, Bobby. I told you that I have been where you are now. I had my first gay sex with a man that was six years older than I was. He was in the service at the time. I looked up to him and he was one of the reasons that I joined the service. Now, if you have no objections, I will give you your first gay sex lesson by giving you your first blowjob.”
Bobby said, “Oh man! I can’t believe that this is happening to me. I must be dreaming.”
Warren removed his briefs, got up on his knees, and removed Bobby’s briefs. He took a hold of Bobby’s stiff seven-inch cock and stroked it several times. Then he straddled Bobby. He took a hold of Bobby’s hand and placed it on his dick and let Bobby see and feel his dick for a short period of time. Bobby was so happy that for the first time he was actually holding not only another man’s cock, but of all men it was Warren’s that he had always fantasized about. He was not at all disappointed by his fantasies. Warren’s cock was perhaps a half-inch longer and bigger around than his own.
Warren got off of Bobby and knelt down beside him. Anticipating Bobby’s reaction, Warren placed his hand over Bobby’s mouth to prevent him from making any loud sounds that might wake up Bobby’s parents. He bent over and started licking and sucking the head of Bobby’s erection. Warren began to suck more and more of Bobby’s cock into his mouth and throat. After he had swallowed Bobby’s entire cock down his throat a couple of times he started to remove his hand that was covering Bobby’s mouth. Bobby grabbed a hold of Warren’s hand and started sucking on one of his fingers. Bobby had also taken a hold of Warren’s cock and held onto it while Warren continued to give him head.
The closer Bobby got to reaching his climax the more he was squirming and moving his hips up and down. Warren took a hold of Bobby’s balls and pulled on them every time Bobby pushed his hips up shoving his cock into his mouth and throat. Warren was surprised at the amount of cum that Bobby shot off when he climaxed. He had difficulty in swallowing the amount of cum that Bobby had shot off in such a short time.
Warren lay down beside Bobby and reached over and was rubbing his hands across his chest and playing with his nipples. He just waited for Bobby to say something.
Bobby said, “Shit! I have never shot off like that before. That was awesome. Absolutely fucking awesome. Oh man. That was the greatest feeling.”
Warren said, “So you liked that? That was only a sample and your first lesson. Perhaps later before I leave that I can show you some other things that you might like.”
Bobby said, “Now hold on. This is not going to be the end of the first lesson is it? It is only fair that you let me suck you off now.”
“Are you sure you want to do that? You don’t have to unless you really want to.”
Bobby said, “Are you kidding? I have wanted to suck on a man’s cock for a long time now. I do not know if I can do it as well as you did it, but I want to try.”
“Then what are you waiting on. Get over here and do your thing.”
Bobby scooted himself around so that he was lying on his stomach and his head was over Warren’s cock that was sticking straight up towards the ceiling. It hardly took Bobby anytime at all before he had learned not only how to suck on Warren’s big cock, but he was deep throating him like he had numerous years of experience. Warren just lay back and enjoyed what Bobby was doing to him. He was somewhat amused by how fast Bobby had caught on and how great Bobby was making him feel. It took Warren a much shorter time than normal before he was shooting his jizz into Bobby’s mouth. Bobby had no problem in receiving Warren’s ejaculation, and acted as if he wanted more of Warren’s cum than he had shot off. Warren became extremely sensitive and made Bobby stop sucking on his cock. Warren began to shake and tremble after his intense orgasm. This disturbed Bobby at first having never experienced anyone doing that before.
Bobby moved so he was lying down beside Warren again. He reached over and began running his fingers through the hair that was on Warren’s manly chest and stomach.
Warren said, “Did you like you first lesson? You certainly passed the test with flying colors.”
“Oh yeah! I can’t wait until the second lesson.”
“Tell me Bobby. Do you like to go fishing or camping?”
“Sure. I have not been in a long time. Dad and I used to go, but Dad has not wanted to go in recent years.”
“Is there a place somewhere near here that we could go tomorrow afternoon and night?”
“Yeah! Mr. Blake has some property just outside of town where there is a small creek and lake. He and his wife are out of town on vacation. He gave me a key to his gate and told me that I was welcomed to come to his place to swim or campout while he is away. The lake is stocked with fish and it is a nice place to go.”
Warren said, “I gather that you have fishing tackle and camping gear?”
“Sure. It is out in the shed behind to house.”
“Well tomorrow let’s pretend that you are a new recruit in the Army and we will go on a bivouac and have our own private maneuvers.”
Bobby asked, “When you say maneuvers, does that include my second lesson?”
“Now Bobby you are reading my mind. Second lesson tomorrow afternoon, third lesson tomorrow night and fourth lesson Sunday morning. I just may demonstrate to you how I like to do push-ups with my cock in your mouth or your ass or your cock in my mouth or my ass. It’s very late. We had better get some shut eye, before reveille call.”
Bobby fell asleep while he was still running his fingers through the hair on Warren’s chest.
The continuation of the story is pending. (See below)
NOTE: Some of you may want to know what happened next. If you don’t have a good imagination, and cannot figure out the rest of the story, I invite you to get into to my bed with me….Oops! I meant get into my head with me, and you will learn what happened next. EVEN BETTER! I am offering a challenge to anyone who would like to write and post the next chapter. I think it would be interesting to read another author’s view as to how the story progresses from this point. If anyone accepts my challenge and post the next chapter, then perhaps another author may wish to pick up the story and write the next chapter. Future chapters will depend on if anyone accepts my challenge.
How about it? As a writer or reader does this idea appeal to you? Does anyone wish to accept my challenge?” Come on this could be very interesting and a lot of fun.
Kevin
P.S. If any one wishes to accept my challenge, please post a reply that you are working on the next chapter to avoid several different authors working on the same chapter.
Chapter II
by bianchi andreas
The smell of coffee brewing and bacon frying roused Warren from sleep in the morning. He was alone in the bed, but his hand found that the hollow where Bobby had slept was still warm from the teenager's body, so he knew he hadn't been alone long. The soldier looked at his watch. Already half past eight, and felt like it was gonna be a hot day. He threw off the tangle of sweaty sheets, pulled on a pair of jeans and padded off barefoot to brush his teeth.
Following the mouth-watering smells of breakfast, he wandered into the kitchen, where he heard Bobby pleading with his mother, "Please, Mom. It'll just be overnight, and Mr. Blake said I could go whenever I want to."
Mrs. Hart only half listened to Bobby as she studied her biscuits just removed from the oven. Satisfied that their golden-brown perfection met her rigorous standards, but just barely, she turned her attention back to her strapping son. "Bobby, I said you couldn't go. Warren is a grown man, and he doesn't want to spend his leave babysitting you."
"But it was his idea!" Bobby caught sight of Warren in the kitchen door, and his face broke out in a radiant grin. "Wasn't it? You really want to go fishing, don't you?"
Warren nodded at his sister-in-law, "Morning! Bobby's right...I wouldn't mind spending a couple of days trying to lure some of these wily Texas fish into my frying pan." He licked his lips as Mrs. Hart dumped the biscuits into a napkin-lined basket on the table. "But I wouldn't want to go if it means missing out on those biscuits, ma'am. They look mighty tasty."
She beamed, "I made a double batch just for you. Sit down and tuck in while they're still warm. I got some homemade plum preserves, if you want?"
Warren grinned, "Do you even have to ask?"
Bobby sat next to him and wolfed down two biscuits in quick order after slathering them with butter. "Mom! See, he wants to go."
"Well, we'll see what your father says."
Mr. Hart came banged through the screen door, mopping his brow, and asked, "What am I passing judgment on?"
"Daddy, Warren wants me to take him camping overnight and fishing at Mr. Blake's and mama says it's okay with her if it's okay with you."
Mrs. Hart groaned with exasperation, "Bobby, I said no such thing!" Warren had to smile to himself that eighteen years of being an only child had certainly given the kid an arsenal of tools to use to manipulate his parents.
Mr. Hart looked at his step-brother, frowning. "It's already over ninety degrees out there. I don't think the fish will be biting much today."
Warren shrugged. "Only about ten percent of fishing is about catching fish, anyway."
Mr. Hart laughed, "True, true! You know, I haven't been camping in ages. Maybe I'll go, too, and make it a men's night out. What, do you say, Ruthie? Think you can manage all on your own?"
Bobby looked at Warren, his stricken face almost making the older man laugh, it was so creased with worry that they wouldn't be alone and their planned lessons would not happen.
"Now you know we're playing cards with the Brewers tonight. The boys will just have to go without you this time."
Bobby and Warren knew that last bit meant that their adventure was on and exchanged secret winks while they hurried through the rest of breakfast. After they loaded the camping and fishing gear into the back of Warren's pickup truck, Bobby ran back into the house to change clothes, leaving his dad in the middle of a lecture on the best bait to use on the local bass and crappie, and when the teen returned, it was all Warren could do to stop himself from whistling his appreciation. One look at Bobby strutting down the driveway in a pair of scuffed cowboy boots, jeans worn almost white at the crotch and knees and a sleeveless shirt that drew attention to the young man's broadening shoulders and swelling biceps, and the soldier doubted very seriously if the fish in Mr. Blake's lake were in any danger at all of ending up as their supper.
Mrs. Hart brought out a paper sack full of sandwiches and fruit, and handed it to Bobby, telling Warren, "Now if he gets to be too much trouble, just bring him on back, and don't let him eat all the food. Lord, he eats enough for three people, and I don't know how he stays so skinny." As she hugged her squirming son, and kissed his cheek, Bobby just rolled his eyes at Warren.
Once on the road, the two men didn't say much, just an occasional instruction on where to turn or which road to take. Bobby fiddled nervously with the radio, skipping from a gospel station to a country station to the daily agriculture report before settling on a Dallas sports-talk channel.
The day was hot, shimmering heat making the asphalt look like it was covered in water, the truck's air-conditioner succeeding only in keeping their perspiration at a minimum. Bobby stole a glance every now and then to admire the handsome, rugged profile of the driver, sweat trickling down his tanned face, hardly able to believe what was happening to him. Warren kept licking his lips literally and metaphorically, checking out his passenger's long lean thighs, the denim covering them hinting at the teen's muscles beneath. When they finally made the last turn onto Blake's land, Warren stopped so Bobby could jump out of the truck to unlock the gate. As they rumbled across the cattle guard into the pasture, Warren asked, "Do they have any stock out here?"
Bobby relaxed a little for the first time since they left the house, "They used to run about two hundred head of the ugliest cross between Herefords and Brahmas you've ever seen, but they sold them all off a few years ago. Not enough money in it, I guess." He laughed, "Oh, yeah, they had this one longhorn steer that was the orneriest side of beef... I think he was sold first."
By this time, the dirt road they were on was so roughly rutted that Warren had to slow the truck to little more than a walking pace just to keep the vehicle under control. After crossing about three miles through overgrown fields, they crossed a low ridge and began a gentle descent to the creek below. Warren turned to grin at Bobby, "This is real pretty!" Under the deep blue Texas sky, the prairies rolled into the distance. The creek was lined with cottonwoods and low, scrubby oaks, and the lake glinted in the bright sun to the left.
After parking near where the creek emptied into the lake, Warren got out of the truck and tried to stretch out the kinks in his back caused by the rough road since they left the highway. Bobby scampered around to him and threw his arms around the soldier grabbing his crotch and rubbing enthusiastically, practically shouting, "It's time for another lesson!"
"Hold on there, bud! Let's set up camp first."
The teen groaned, "But I'm so horny!"
Warren was in exactly the same state, and really tempted to leave the work for later, but before he could respond, he realized that Bobby was standing frozen, staring in surprise towards the creek. Turning to see what had startled his companion, Warren saw a bare-chested man wearing only a pair of jeans, standing about twenty yards away.
"Ain't ya'll worried about going to Hell for that shit?" the stranger drawled roughly. The two new friends could just stare at him, mouths agape. He was older than Bobby, but clearly younger than Warren, about twenty-one, maybe. A light blond down dusted his thick, well-developed chest and abs. Warren's army-hardened body was the envy of most men, but his guy's arms seemed to be as big as the soldier's legs. His blond hair was very short, trimmed to nothing at the neck and less than an inch long on the top, and his light blue eyes were glinting with amusement at their discomfort. "I was out here enjoyin' a nice swim, and I could hear that truck bouncin' and joltin' for the last ten minutes. Lucky thing, too, or ya'll would a caught me buck nekkid. 'Course, ya'll might think that was unlucky!" He grinned at Bobby's hand, still paused in mid-grope at Warren's crotch.
The two men broke apart, their faces flushed with embarrassment. As the stranger walked with a slight limp towards them, Warren had a gnawing feeling that the face was familiar and was made uneasy by the contrast between the man's easy-going grin and a suggestion of coiled power and tension that clung to him. "I know for sure that I'm trespassing, but I'm not sure about ya'll. One of ya'll bought this spread from old man Blake?"
Bobby found his voice first. "No, still his, but he let's me use it when I want." He swallowed hard, startled by his own audacity.
Warren tried to get the situation under his control before it escalated into something ugly and brutal. "We just came out here to do a little fishing." He was made uneasy by the stranger's growing smirk. "Listen, you look familiar... were you at Fort Hood?"
The man snorted in derision, "I had you pegged for an army boy. Fuck, no, I'm not in the army. Does this body look like it was built in the army? You're in pretty good shape for the army, but you wouldn't last ten minutes in my unit. We eat army pussies for breakfast."
Warren had a dawning realization… the physique... the attitude... the high-and-tight buzz cut. "Jarhead," he grunted.
"Fuken-A, I'm a jarhead. One hundred percent U.S. Marine." He was standing only inches from both Warren and Bobby, and in the hot, still air, the intoxicating smell of his sweat filled their nostrils. He stared from one to the other "I'm guessing you're on leave, right? And snuck out here for a little R-and-R with the kiddie here."
"Hey!" the husky teen protested, "Who you calling kiddie? I'm eighteen!"
"Well, don't that make it all nice and legal-like?" He smirked again as he eyed Bobby
Warren tried once more to take control. "Where are you stationed?"
The marine tore his eyes away from Bobby and, any semblance of amusement gone, looked at the soldier. "Between assignments. Next month, Pendleton. Last month, Walter Reed; month before that, Fallujah."
Bobby gasped. "You were in Iraq? What was it like?"
The marine relaxed a little, regained some of his humor, but the tension was still wound tight below the surface. "So we gonna trade war stories now? I'm too dry for that. Got any beer stowed in the back of that truck?"
Warren silently pointed out the cooler he had brought. The marine grinned and pulled it out, carrying the weight easily. "How 'bout we pop a cold one under the trees, and I'll tell you stories," he leered at Bobby, "that will shrivel your balls. Could use a little R-and-R myself." He didn't wait for a response, but sauntered off to the shade, the cooler hoisted onto one of his broad shoulders. The soldier looked at the teenager watching the marine stroll away, and realized that the younger man was mesmerized by the hunky stranger, and that he himself was fascinated, as well.
Once they were all settled under a cottonwood and had long-necked bottles of Lone Star opened... Warren was too rattled by his reaction to the marine to deny Bobby one... the stranger said, "Goddamn sand!"
"Sorry, buddy?" asked Warren, not daring to break his concentration from his beer.
"Everything in Iraq is made of goddamn sand. I was sick of sand. All I saw was sand. I was deployed for six months and there were two things I had enough of: goddamn sand and 'don't ask and don't goddamn tell'." He waited for the glimmer of understanding. After Warren looked sharply at him, he continued, "Well, those and the constant fear that some crazy was goin' to blow himself to Allah and take my ass along with him."
The soldier warily watched the marine for a sign that this was a ruse, just a ploy to lure him into an indiscretion followed by an ass-kicking, and said, "I don't know about the sand, but the other thing... well... I understand that." Bobby looked from one to the other, hardly able to believe his good fortune that both of these two hot, muscular studs might be... could it be true?
The marine gave a grim, halfhearted smile, "You have much luck with it?"
"No, you?"
"I heard a bunch of tall tales, never first hand, always something that happened to a friend of a buddy in another unit, but in six months I didn't see any action at all. None. Nada. Zilch. Between the perpetual horniness and the goddamn sand gettin' into everything, I was ready to snap someone's neck in two. Damned gritty sand blew everywhere. The next guy that fucks me is going to think he's jackin' off with sandpaper from all the goddamn sand that has blown up my asshole. My achin' nuts feel like they are about the size of apples. And they're prob'ly covered in goddamn sand."
The soldier asked, "What's your name? I'm Warren; this is Bobby."
At the response, "Patrick," Warren looked at Bobby to confirm that he was on the same wavelength. The naked lust in the strapping teen's eyes as he watched Patrick downing the last of his beer told him what he already knew.
The soldier took a deep breath, and placing one arm around Bobby's shoulder and the other hand on Patrick's knee, said, "I think that we're all thinking the same thing here, but I gotta tell you Patrick, Bobby and I came out here so it would be kinda special since it is his, uh..." He hesitated, looking for a word that might not embarrass Bobby.
Patrick looked from one to the other, finally settling his glance on Bobby's crimson cheeks. "You gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me! He's a goddamned virgin? Hot damn! Sign me up! I'm cool with it!"
Bobby smiled from ear to ear and flopped back on the ground, groaning loudly, "If this is a dream, it is ten times better than the one about Chris Whittier in the locker room! Please don't wake me up!" The two older men grinned at each other.
Bobby's eyes grew enormous as he felt one of Patrick's big hands grab the back of his leg as the other tugged off his boot. "Nice muscle there. You run?"
The teenager moaned, "A little cross country," as his sock was peeled off. As the marine removed Bobby's other boot, Warren grabbed the sleeping bags from the back of the truck and spread them out on the ground by the creek in the shade of the cottonwood. The soldier watched as Patrick massaged Bobby's feet, amazed at his good fortune, having two such hot buddies to spend the afternoon with, a handsome, hard-bodied marine and a fresh-faced teenager with a lean, eager body. He smiled as he heard Patrick murmur, "Nice big boy feet." and Bobby's predictable growling response, "I told you, I ain't a boy!" This was going to be fun!
In a single motion, favoring his left leg a little, Patrick stood up, pulling Bobby to his feet and leading him to the blankets. Warren moved behind the teenager, and reaching around, began unbuttoning the sleeveless plaid shirt. Bobby leaned back against Warren, breathing hard, excited by having two men undress him. Watching the two heads trimmed to military regulations, one blond and one dark as they bobbed around, licking and nibbling his chest and stomach, the teen could not believe his good luck… yesterday at this time, he had only his hand to satisfy his horny urges, but now two studs were working him over in tandem, and not some pimply geeks from the high school, either, but a pair of hot men out of a fantasy.
Seeing that Patrick was unfastening Bobby's jeans, Warren began pulling off his own, laughing a little at the marine's low whistle as he stepped back to admire the bodies in front of him. Rubbing himself through his own jeans, Patrick ruefully grinned at his crotch, saying, "Friend, I think that we've stumbled into the clutches of a porn-star convention… I don't know if we measure up to this party."
Bobby stepped forward and eagerly thrust his hand against Patrick's cock, exclaiming, "You got all you need, believe me!" tugging the marine's jeans and boxers down.
Both Warren and the teen stared at the angry purple scar that ran down Patrick's left thigh. He saw where they were looking, and his face clouded darkly. "Shrapnel," he said tersely. "Roadside bomb." The marine shook off the memories and grinned at them again, kneeling to take Bobby's cock in his mouth.
"OH FUCK!" Bobby moaned. "That feels so good!" Warren pulled the teenager's ass cheeks apart and began tonguing his tight pucker, causing the younger man to groan louder. Patrick plunged his head deeper into Bobby's crotch, inhaling the sweat and musky smell, his nose pressed into his thick bush. Bobby shifted his hips, alternately ramming his cock more into the marine's throat and his ass more onto the soldier's tongue, his hard cock was running across Patrick's face as he licked, sucked, and chewed on on the velvety ball sac hanging there. Bobby pulled away from Patrick's head and dropped to the ground to make himself comfortable, thrusting his crotch back to the marine and bending to take Warren's cock in his mouth, staring first into Patrick's eyes and then into Warren's. There were no words spoken, just the noise of three mouths on three cocks after Warren curled around to place his mouth on the marine's dick. Bobby's ardent tongue eagerly lapped at Warren's cock and balls, the fire, the passion, the maleness of having a cock in his mouth and a mouth on his cock more wonderful that he could have ever imagined.
Shivers ran down Bobby's spine as Patrick's spit-slickened fingers began exploring the mounds and crease of the teen's ass, roughly rubbing his tight pucker, while one of Warren's hands found a rhythm of caressing his neck. Patrick was tenderly licking the mushroom head of the boy's cock, and then took it into his lips. Bobby's brain almost stopped working at that moment in time with the thought that the handsome marine was sucking his dick while he had Warren's long, thick hard-on in his own mouth! It felt as natural as breathing. The marine continued swallowing more and more of the strapping teenager's seven-inch cock, devouring it like a starving man. All three men felt the electricity in the hot silent air as the sunlight streamed through the leaves, dappling their sweating bodies.
Bobby was moaning and groaning in ecstasy, removing his mouth from Warren from time to time to proclaim his delight. "Oh, fuck! This feels so good!" eliciting low growls of agreement from the other two. The teen felt so in sync with Patrick and Warren as mouths, cocks, balls, ass holes all were tasted and savored. He wanted to be in union with them and to give and receive the same sensations, so he started to push a finger into Warren's hole as he sucked his cock, just as Patrick was doing to him. Bobby was gratified as the studly soldier moaned and wiggled his ass, wanting more of the digit in him. He continued to suck his dick, working more of his fingers into the avid hole. He could feel the tension and resistance at first, but relaxation took over and soon he had three meaty fingers up the hungry pucker.
Bobby was the first to cum, the attention momentarily distracted away from Warren's cock as he groaned loudly and bucked his hips hard against the onslaught of Patrick's hot, wet mouth. Then the horny marine, excited by the teenager's enthusiastic response, shot hot cum in four or five powerful spurts deep into Warren's throat. Finally, the dark-haired soldier released his load to Bobby's increasingly skilled licking and sucking, as Patrick moaned encouragingly, "Yeah, Bobby, suck that big dick!"
Bobby collapsed back on the ground, panting hard but satisfied. He knew instinctively what lesson he wanted next, but wasn't sure how to say it. Patrick was next to him, laying on his stomach, his muscular ass catching the teen's horny attention... Bobby wanted to fuck the marine, he wanted to feel his hard cock slip past those firm thighs and slide between those taut cheeks and feel the hot tightness inside Patrick's ass. He knew he was being selfish since Warren was being so great in showing him the ropes of this whole gay sex thing, so to speak, and to want to cum inside Patrick's ass instead of Warren's felt, well, not exactly unfaithful, but something like that, but he sensed that there might be other opportunities with the soldier, but the blond stranger would soon disappear.
Bobby was so intent on his fantasy about fucking Patrick that he missed the look that passed between the two older men... they both saw his hungry longing and a silent question was asked, a silent assent given. Patrick ran a callused hand along the tender inside of the teen's thigh and gave him an intense look. "Dude," he drawled. "I want your dick in my ass as soon as you're ready to go again." Bobby gasped with surprise that his dream was coming true, and his cock immediately began stirring, but he looked questioningly at Warren for guidance.
"If you want to do it, Bobby, go for it!"
The teen's eyes were sparking with excitement as he nodded enthusiastically. Patrick rolled over on all fours. Bobby thought that he never seen a more beautiful sight than that strong back arched, waiting for his cock. Warren held out a condom, and Bobby hesitated before taking it. Warren said, "Gotta use it, Bobby," at the same time that Patrick said, "Deal's off without the rubber, dude." The dark-haired soldier helped him get the condom on, and gave him a few simple instructions. Bobby spit on his cock to lubed it up, positioned it at the entrance to the marine's ass, and pushed. Patrick gasped as the cock head popped the barrier of tight ring of muscle, pushing back a little on Bobby's cock.
Warren put a hand on the teen's shoulder and urged, "Give him a second to get used to it... let him relax a little."
Patrick soon grunted, "Go for it!" and Bobby started to slowly piston his cock in and out of the hole with long, easy strokes, feeling the marine's pucker giving itself up. He grabbed Patrick by his hips and started to really get into the act. Patrick moaned, "I think the kid's a natural! Give it to me, Bobby! Fuck my ass hard!"
Bobby pounded him hard, fast and deep, throwing himself at Patrick with abandon. With every stroke he thought, "I never knew! I never knew! I never knew!" It was so much more intense than he ever thought possible.
The teenager knew he was close, driving his cock harder and harder, his moans mixing with Patrick's, his ears full of Warren's shouts of encouragement. He braced myself against the marine's huge thighs wanted this memory to stay with him forever.
Bobby felt his cock swell even more against Patrick's grasping hole, a tightness in his balls and warmth washing over him as erupted a flood of cum spitting deep in Patrick's greedy ass, thick streams welling up from inside. He was yelling at the top of his lungs, "This feels so fuckin' great!" making both Warren and Patrick chuckle at his enthusiasm. His legs were trembling, his body tingling with electricity. He and Patrick collapsed in a sweaty heap, as Warren slapped him on the back, then he rolled off as Patrick furiously fisted his own cock until he sprayed hot, white jets of cum on the ground.
Bobby sprawled on his back between his older friends, all of them enjoying the fatigue and euphoria that overtook them and watching a hawk wheel across the sky high overhead. Patrick groaned, "I hate to say this, fellas, but I gotta scoot if I'm gonna make it all the way to Midland tonight."
Bobby begged, "Don’t go! Stay with us until tomorrow," his enormous dark eyes pleading.
The marine and Warren exchanged amused looks at Bobby's outburst, but Patrick only ruffled the teen's hair saying, "I got a feelin' that Warren here can take pretty good care of you all by himself. One thing, though, Bobby?"
"Yeah?"
Patrick grinned, "Don’t ever play cards for money, dude. Every thought you have is always plastered across your face." Bobby smiled sheepishly, watching as his departing buddy pulled on a well-worn maroon jersey with the number "22" on it in flaked and peeling white.
Suddenly Warren whooped, "I knew I'd seen you before! You’re Patrick Mitchell, played running back for Texas A&M a few years ago. I remember that game against LSU where you scored the four touchdowns in the second quarter."
Patrick smiled modestly, "Yeah, that's my claim to fame."
Bobby quizzed, "Why did you give it up? Why aren't you still in college?"
"I remember you hurt your shoulder," Warren interjected. "In practice, wasn't it?"
Patrick's grin widened considerably. "Official story? My collarbone was broken in practice the week of the Texas game. Real story? Broken collarbone, all right, but I slipped on a bar of soap in the locker room shower while I was being banged by the offensive line coach. Ended my career, but it was worth it… he was one hot daddy!" Bobby and Warren laughed along with him.
"Well, I gotta tell you boys," Patrick started and then held up a hand of supplication to Bobby, "Excuse me, you men, it's been real fun." He threw an arm around each of them and pounded them on the back. They watched as he waded across a shallow part of the creek towards where his jeep was parked about a half mile away. Once on the other side, he turned around and yelled, "Either of ya'll out my way anytime, be sure to look me up. I'm always game for messin' around for an afternoon!" He waved and disappeared through the trees.
Bobby stretched and said, "I think that lake looks pretty inviting about now. Interested in a swim?"
Warren was jogging towards the water before Bobby even finished the question.
Chapter III
by inthecloset
Bobby stood there and watched as Warren‘s butt jiggled as he ran. He gazed at the amazing guy and then realized that his dick was already hard again. He slowly walked over to the water where Warren had already gotten in. He looked at Warren and smiled. Warren‘s eyes were focused on the teen‘s throbbing erection.
“What, didn‘t get enough?” he asked.
“I only got some of Patrick. Never inside you,” Bobby replied.
“Well, we should wait till morning for your next lesson. For now, lets swim.” Warren said.
Bobby stepped in the water and quickly retracted his foot. He dipped his foot back in slowly to get used to the cold water. As Bobby struggled to get used to the low temperature, Warren studied every detail of this hot guy.
“How can you sit there in this water? Aren‘t you cold?” Bobby asked.
“I‘m an army soldier, duh. We‘re trained for endurance,” he said.
After a few minutes Bobby was completely in and swam over to Warren, who had his back turned. Bobby swam over and wrapped his arms around Warren‘s waist, grabbing his crotch just like he did a few hours ago.
“What are you doing? We agreed that we were going to relax and continue your lessons tomorrow morning,” Warren said.
“Well cant we just make out or anything…you know for extra credit?” he asked with a smile.
“Why not?” Warren said.
Bobby turned Warren around so they were facing each other. Warren leaned in and whispered in his left ear.
“There‘s something I have to ask. Do you have any crushes at school?”
“Why?” Bobby asked.
“I can tell you if he‘s gay or not,” Warren said.
“Really, you can?” he asked.
“Yeah, just like I did with you. I can go to school with you on Monday, or you can take me to where you know he‘ll be tomorrow. What do you think?” he asked.
“Sure, I can show you where he‘ll be tomorrow on our way home,” he said.
Then without warning, Warren grabbed Bobby‘s ass cheeks and pulled him into a full and passionate kiss. His arms wrapped around the back of this strapping teen. He shoved his tongue into Bobby‘s mouth and pulled Bobby‘s into his with it. Bobby‘s hands explored Warren‘s backside. He slid them down to Warren‘s legs and he pulled him up onto his body. Warren then pushed out of the kiss.
“Not now. Tomorrow. It‘s starting to get late. We need to get some sleep if we want to find that guy you‘re crushing on,” Warren said.
“But, I want you so bad,” Bobby complained.
“I know, but we can do more tomorrow. Your final lesson will be the best. We‘ll wake up early to get it in just in time to go see your crush.”
“Fine, whatever,” he said.
They both got out, got towels and their clothes and set up the tent in less time than their suckfest took. Bobby and Warren both set up their sleeping bags right next to each other. Bobby climbed into his, already changed, and watched Warren strip down.
As Warren removed his shirt, Bobby could feel his cock stir. When he started to unbutton his pants, Bobby‘s heart started to beat faster and faster. Warren bent over to grab the leg sleeves of his pants and Bobby just about had a heart attack. His beautiful ass was defined in great detail by his briefs.
Warren turned around to see that Bobby was staring at him. He walked slowly over to the young man who was mesmerized by the body of the man in front of him. Warren climbed into his sleeping bag and faced Bobby. Bobby couldn‘t stand being separated from Warren. He climbed out of his sleeping bag and slipped into Warren‘s. He wrapped his arms around and grabbed his from and toned butt. Warren couldn‘t resist.
He seized the teen and pulled him on top of his stomach. They laid there kissing for about twenty minutes and Warren finally caved.
“You want your final lesson now?” he asked.
“OF COURSE! What is it?” Bobby said with excitement.
“Anal,” Warren said.
“I already did that,” Bobby whined.
“No, you gave. This time you‘re gonna receive,” Warren said with a grin.
He grabbed a hold of the teens butt and tugged at his briefs. He pulled them all the way to his knees and continued the kiss. He then turned onto his side and pushed Bobby onto the ground, stomach down.
Warren pulled off his briefs and slipped on a condom. He slowly slipped into Bobby‘s ass. Bobby moaned and squeaked while trying to get used to the pain. Warren stopped for a minute to let Bobby rest a little. Bobby grabbed Warrens back after he stopped.
“No, don‘t stop! I want it all now!” He moaned.
“Are you sure?” Warren asked.
“Yes,” Bobby said.
Bobby braced himself as Warren shoved in. Bobby couldn‘t believe how good and painful this felt all at the same time. Warren pulled out of him and flipped Bobby onto his back.
“I want to see your face,” he said.
“O…k…,” Bobby said gasping for air.
Warren pushed back into Bobby and watched his face strain. He felt bad for the virgin assed teen he was riding. He leaned in to kiss again. Bobby eventually relaxed and stated to enjoy hir first ass fucking. He pulled Warren in further each time he thrust. Warren was going faster with time and bobby was loving every second of it. Warren saw the boys hungry cock and started jerking it.
Bobby‘s moans grew louder and more frequent, until it turned into an orgasm. Warren loved his moans and shot off his sperm ten times. When he felt Warren‘s cock flex with each shot, Bobby exploded all over Warrens face.
Warren was about to pull out, when Bobby pulled him back down on top of him, his cum drenched body pressed against Bobby‘s. They fell into another passionate kiss. But the pain and the pleasure and everything was too much for Bobby. He passed out, still naked and still covered in his sperm…
So what do you guys think? I know it‘s not very long, but I haven‘t really had much time with Christmas and all. Hope you guys all have a good one, and an awesome new year.
Love Always
--ITC.
Chapter IV
by So_called_what
Bobby and Warren woke up to the birds chirping, and the sun low in the eastern sky. Warren awoke before his buddy, and just laid there watching the rise and fall of his young, slightly hairy chest.
Warren couldnt help but lay there, and ask himself what he was doing with this kid? Was he doing something that he was later going to regret, or was this something that he would think back on, and smile. Warren kept telling himself, "I am not doing anything wrong, we are both wanting this, and I have to make the best of having a hot kid like Bobby want me, while I still have this body."
Bobby awoke to Warren staring at him. He looked at Warren with those "sleepy" eyes, and said "Good Morning, did you sleep well?" Warren said that he did, and that they had better get up, and get cleaned up.
They got up, and walked out of the tent. Their toes were wet from the dew, and the crisp air was quite a refreshing change from that stuffy tent. They were getting ready for breakfast, when Bobby asked "Warren, do you think that I would make a good lover to someone?"
Warren thought he was going to smack Bobby for asking something like that.
"You are going to make the person you are with very very happy. With a dick like that, and your ass, anyone would be lucky to have you"
After breakfast, they packed up the tent, and decided to head back into town, so Bobby could give the test to his crush.
Jason was the typical guy. He loved football, fast cars, and Bobby was just certain, he loved girls too. But that has never stopped Jason from being the object of Bobby's obsession. Jason is Bobby's class at school, and the typcial jock.
When they drove by the local hang out, there was Jason. Since it was really hot and humid outside, he was just wearing enough to not get arrested for public indecency. A baseball cap, turned backwards, sagging, yellow soccer shorts, and sandals. His smooth body was glistening with sweat beads.
Warren drove by 3 times, and finally Jason took notice. He flagged them down, and asked them what they were doing.
"Just driving around, seeing whats going on. What are you doing?" Bobby responded.
"I am hot as hell, and trying to find a place to cool off, you know a place?"
Bobby and Warren said they would be back in a few minutes, so they could drive around, and discuss the possiblitles. Warren said to Bobby that there was a good possibility that Jason was gay, but he couldnt be 100% sure.
Warren and Bobby went back, and told him about the pond where they had been the night before. It was ice cold, and he could go with them to go cool off. Jason gladly accepted the offer, and hoped in the back of the truck.
When they got to the pond, Jason said to himself, "Shit, I dont have anything to swim in. Oh what the hell, I can swim in these shorts"
They all got into the freezing cold water, and Jason started making moaning noises, almost to the extent that he was getting off. It felt so good to be in this cold, crisp water, and he just couldnt stop himself.
They all conversed, and finally decided that they would get out and relax for a while. They were all sitting by the water, just talking, and Warren started talking about sex.
Warren had already taken his jeans off, and was just in his tight undies. Jason had been caught looking at Warrens cock, on more than one occasion, and Warren just grinned.
Jason got up suddenly, and said that he wanted to go for a walk. He asked Bobby to go with him, since he was, of course the one who was allowed to be on the property.
While on their walk, Jason started talking about Warren. Saying that he thought that he was a cute guy, and asked Bobby if he had ever done anything with him. Bobby couldnt lie, and said that he had.
"Do you think he would ever do anything with me?" Jason said
"That depends, do you have a big dick, he is kind of a size queen."
Of course Warren wasnt, but that was Bobby's way of getting to see his cock.
Jason said, "I dont know, you tell me." With that, Jason pulled the front of his soccer shorts out, and invited Bobby to have a peek. Bobby's mouth started watering, as he was looking at this, his biggest crushes' big dick.
It was confined by briefs, and obvious that the extra room helped out. Jason was getting hard, and his 8 inch cock was getting harder by the minute. Bobby couldnt take it anymore, he asked if he could suck on it. Jason, said that he could, but they would both have to be naked.
Bobby had never stripped so fast. Jason, with him not wearing many clothes to begin with, took his clothes off quite quickly also.
Bobby was on his knees, sucking on this hot, fat, uncut cock. Jason was enjoying it very much, and had his eyes closed.
They opened to shock, when Warren walked up, and asked if he could join.
Chapter V
by falconfan
"Hell yea you can join!" Jason said looking to Warren, who at some point had stripped down to his briefs.
"hmmm yea." Bobby said being too obsessed with Jason to even realize what else was going on.
"Excellent. Would you mind if I asked your level of experience Jason?"
Jason blushed a little "Well I'm experienced with women but this would be my first time with a guy."
"No need to be embarassed." Warren assured him "It's hard to get laid in the closet."
"Wait I'm not..." Jason began to interject.
"It's OK Jason," Warren placed a hand on Jason's shoulder "I was in the same spot you were and Bobby's in that same spot now." Jason didn't say anything, just gave a weak smile to confirm he was on the same page. "Now this will be a bit of a harsh introduction so if you wanna do something else it'll be OK. Most people start with oral or topping. But do you think maybe you can take it up the ass your first time." Jason didn't need to say anything. Warren could read his face, a pure look of fear. Warren laughed and said "OK Hows this we start you on oral and when you feel comfortable we add in the anal.
Jason shook his head "OK"
Warren looked to Bobby "Bobby my man, you ready to take your first cherry?"
Bobby blinked a couple times not knowing exactly what to say. "Yes, I mean of course."
Warren laughed and looked to Jason "All right, you'll suck my cock and then when you're ready I'll cue Bobby." As Warren said it his thumbs moved to his briefs as he prepared to slip them off.
Jason grabbed his wrist "No don't... Let me." Warren grinned. The boy was upfront. He like that. Bobby had gotten quiet though. He wondered why exactly and he looked up to see the young boy running his fingers over his dick. "Bobby" Warren called "Stop that. You'll need that hard in a bit."
Bobby blushed and Jason just turned his focus to Warren. He slipped his arms around Warren's neck and pulled the older man into a warm passionate kiss, his tongue slipping into Warren's warm moist mouth briefly. The younger man pulled out letting Warren's lower lip slip between his teeth. Jason's mouth then slowly maded it's way down Warren's neck sucking and kissing until he burried himself in the nook of Warren's shoulder. Warren couldn't stop moaning and he could feel the precum leaking through his underwear. This little fucker was gonna make him come before he got anywhere near his dick. Warren just continued moaning as the jock made his way down his chest stopping at his nipples. Jason ran his tongue around the edge of his nipples. teasing his most sensetive area.
"You're chest is so damn amazing" Jason moaned into Warren before beginning to gently suck his nipple. Warren wanted to sit down. He'd done a hell of a lot in his life but this was the most intense thing he'd ever done. Bobby had made a hell of a good choice. He realized he didn't give Bobby his lesson on foreplay but no time for that now. Eventually Jason had moved on, kissing and licking his way down Warren's abs. Now the kid was indulging in the ultimate tantilization. He was running his tongue back and forth on Warrens immense bulge. Warren could feel his moist tongue gliding up and down his pulsing member. He had to keep on hand on a tree to remain on two feet. He was moaning wildly, as was Jason. Jason was in paradise he could tast Warren through the fabric. He loved that man's chest, he would've spent all day there if he could.
Finally Jason's thumbs hooked under Warren's briefs and his thick pulsing cock hit the air. It didn't have to wait long though in mere seconds and one swoop Jason had taken every inch of dick down his throat. Warren's eyes went wide and he let out a loud moan. When he had recovered his breath, and composure. He looked down at the boy who had just deep throated him like an expert "Virgin my ass."
Jason pulled off and grinned up at him "My ass really is a virgin, this I may have a little experience in."
Warren grinned and looked up at Bobby, who had all but died from pleasure watching this "You're on Bobby. You're gonna wanna rim him first, then test the waters with a finger or two, then fuck the hell out of him. And make him pay for his little deception." Then he looked down at Jason "As for you if you actually are a virgin, this is gonna hurt like a son of a bitch. You're gonna want to scream and probably insinctively pull away. I'll be here making sure you can't move forward. If the pain is to much just focus on the dick in your mouth. Now boys lets finish up here."
Alright, I have self invited myself to complete chapter 6 without prior notification.
(This chapter doesn't include descriptive sex scenes as I got bored after reading numeroues exotic scences. If you would like to keep this story as exotic as it is, you could just send me a message and I would delete my post.)
Chapter VI
by Lone 70
Bobby who had already stripped every shred of linen from his earthly torso had no tinge of hesitation in inserting his hard maleness into Jason’s squishy buns. Just as Bobby was about to slip in his fully erected member, Warren received a jolt from reality.
“What the hell man dude, no way you are going bareback.” Warren said in a very stern and solemn manner.
“Sorry, do you have any extra?” Bobby asked eagerly as anticipation caused pre-cum to drip from his cock head.
“I think I am out of stock, I reckon you cut the idea of ass-fucking.” Warren advised in his most earnest look.
“Just insert that monster, I wouldn’t mind, come on dude; fuck me!” Jason said after giving Warren a pause from the intense blow job.
“Your call….” Warren murmured as Jason had continued savoring his feast.
Bobby grimaced and gave thought to what Warren had said. “I’ve been lusting for this jock for more than a year now, should I give up this golden opportunity?” Bobby thought. Having lust transcended responsibility and rationality, Bobby couldn’t ignore the fact that Jason’s ass is only a few inch from his already swollen cock and gave Jason Heaven by utilizing the acquired skills from his lessons given by Warren. Little did Bobby know that this reckless action of lust would result a complete change in his life.
The euphoria that pervaded Bobby took away all apprehension as he felt pain and pleasure at the same time. Bobby was tremendously ecstatic as he shoved in and out. He braced Jason’s waist with one hand, and ran the other up and down Jason’s hungry maleness. The moans of the three lads ended shortly after Jason felt liquid spurting in both his rectum and his mouth. After the intense orgasm, the threesome went into the lake for a quick bath and got dressed up. Jason parted wearing his soccer shorts which were the only cloth that was protecting his modesty as he had a function to attend. Bobby and Warren on the other hand head home who then ended up having a hard time explaining how they had ate all the fishes they had caught during the outing. The lie which was made to cover up for their fornication and sodomy had caused Bobby to sleep in an empty stomach. Fortunately, Warren didn’t have to share Bobby’s ill fate as he grabbed a meal after the intense gay sex which he haven’t experienced for years on his way back to his father’s manor.
It was another day for Jason as the scorching summer sun illuminated Jason’s room. He quickly dressed up for school and continued living his promiscuous lifestyle. The gay experience which he had with Bobby about a week ago had landed him another few fornication with other jocks. However, the amount of girl he had screwed after alcohol parties still tops the amount of curious jocks he had turned gay in the past week. The reminiscent of his first anal sex with Bobby was still deeply sculpted in his mind albeit all the other sex that he had for the past week as it was his first anal sex or so he thought a few days ago. Only after thorough consideration did his mind concede to his heart that he had a spark with that muscular hunk. Bobby’s image was still clearly engraved in Jason’s mind despite his absents from school since the gay experience he had with Jason. Jason had lost hope in expecting Bobby to appear in class after much anticipation for the past week. But little did Jason know that he would later regret ever meeting Bobby on this very day.
As usual, Jason strode into class lithely with greetings from numerous hot chicks who were tantalizing those less handsome guys in the school. He retrieved the necessary text books from his locker and readied himself for the boring and monotonous geometry class. He stared in bewilderment the moment he saw Bobby in the class as he waked into the classroom. Apparently, Bobby wasn’t cheerful at all and gave Jason a vacuous look as he passed him.
“I need to talk to you after this.” Bobby whispered into Jason’s ears right before the geometry teacher entered the class.
Throughout the lesson, Jason didn’t take his eyes off the pretty and colorful boy as he ignored the muttering teacher. In Jason’s eyes, Bobby looked like a seductive angel in spite of his spiritless look. Bobby had a pair of beautiful hazel eyes which mesmerized Jason who did notice the eye bags which Jason thought wouldn’t make the mesmerizing eyes less attractive. Jason found a great resemblance in Bobby’s hair to Steve Sandvoss’s, the handsome actor whom Jason’s ex-girlfriend found tremendously cute after spending a night watching “Latter Days”, a gay themed show, as a resort of not having tickets for the other movies.
The school bell woke Jason from his unbridled fantasy of Bobby. He still couldn’t figure out why he had this special connection with Bobby even though the only memory they shared was an exotic gay sex which didn’t involve much conversation.
“I will meet you at the toilet on the 2nd floor.” Bobby whispered to Jason in a monotonous tone as he stood up.
Unfortunately, Jason who had just woke up from a gay fantasy with Bobby didn’t notice his monotonous tone and thought of it as an invitation to yet another gay sex.
Bobby paced swiftly out of the classroom as Jason, still a little disoriented from the situation he is in, stood up slowly. Jason locked his books in his locker and scanned for Bobby but to no avail. Hence, he strode to the toilet on the 2nd floor. As he walked, the thrilling thought of Bobby’s well endowed maleness entering his anal gave him shudders. Jason finally arrived at the toilet. He could imagine horny Bobby naked behind the door. With full anticipation, he pushed the door and entered the toilet. As Bobby’s silhouette hove into sight, Jason was more surprised than disappointed to see Bobby squatting with red swelling eyes.
“What’s wrong?”
“Jason, I don’t know how to tell you this.” Bobby stood up slowly, having tears running through his cheeks.
“It’s okay.” Jason embraced Bobby tightly but having no intentions of getting horny as the tears dripped on his shoulders.
“The day after we had.. you know.. sex, my mom had a severe high fever and was admitted to the hospital. After the thorough examination of the doctor, his diagnosis wasn’t pleasant at all to both my father and me. The doctor said he will need a blood sample to be precise on it and had asked permission for my father as my mom is still unconscious. After two days of disturbed sleep, my father and I viewed the report, only to find another tragedy. My mom was HIV positive before I was conceived and there is a very high chance that the virus might have transmitted to me. The test results would be out this evening. I don’t know what to say, I am sorry.” Bobby literally broke down after forcing those words out of his mouth.
Jason was left in bewilderment after hearing the staggering news. He felt like he was in a void and was too astonished to even move.
“I am sorry! If only I could turn back time, I wouldn’t even have invited you to the lake! I love you and I am sorry.” Bobby kissed Jason’s lips but his body still remained paralyzed.
Chapter VII
by bianchi andreas
Bobby pressed his lips against Jason's unyielding mouth for a few seconds before the jock pushed him roughly away. Both of them were breathing hard, but Jason's hands were balled up into fists, his eyes wild with fear.
"What the hell have you done to me, Bobby?" he demanded. Bobby was shocked as Jason turned and punched the wall hard again and again until his knuckles were raw and bloody, moaning, "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!"
Bobby stepped forward, saying, "I didn't know, I swear!" reaching to touch Jason's shoulder.
The jock whirled and hit Bobby's ribs on the left side, knocking him off balance. "Don't touch me!" he warned, grabbing the front of Bobby's shirt, shaking him so hard that he couldn’t stand up, the soles of his sneakers unable to get any traction on the slippery tiles. "If you come near me again, I'll kill you." Bobby saw only blinding white light as Jason slammed him backwards, his head hitting the wall as searing pain washed though his body. "And if you've given me AIDS, I'll kill you, and there's not a jury in Texas that would convict me!"
Jason shot out of the restroom, slamming the door behind him and leaving Bobby curled up on the floor in agony.
In the sudden silence, Bobby lay with his cheek against the cool tile, trying not to breathe too deeply because of the pain in his side, wincing as he touched the back of his head gingerly to check for blood. After a few minutes, still lightheaded and weak-kneed, he cautiously made his way through the now-deserted student parking lot and began walking the five blocks home, half afraid that Jason might have rounded up a few of his football buddies to continue the pounding he had started, but realizing that Jason would probably keep this to himself to protect his macho image.
Surprised to see his father's truck in the driveway, Bobby called to him as he walked to the front door, but was greeted only by silence. In the bathroom, he tugged his shirt up carefully and looked at the discolored skin on his side.
That will be a really ugly bruise in a few hours he thought. After shaking a few aspirins into his palm, he went into the kitchen to find some juice to wash them down with and found a note stuck to the door of the refrigerator. "Left the truck so you could come to Hospital. Dr wants to see me and you." No signature, but it his father's handwriting.
As he sped across town, Bobby's stomach was churning as he fretted about the news that the doctor might have now, but he was also haunted by the image of Jason's face twisted in fear and rage. How had everything become so fouled up? A few days ago he had been the happiest teenager in the world, having sex with three hot men including his dream guy, and now his mom was in the hospital, there was the possibility of a terrible illness hanging over him, and Jason was so furious he would never speak to him again. If only Warren were still here.
In the hospital, Bobby slowly climbed the steps to the third floor where the Intensive Care Unit was. He paused at the door of his mother's room, and looked around the clean, white tiled room. The high tech, beeping monitors. The humming air conditioning. The fluorescent lights. He closed his eyes, breathing hard, the smells of antiseptic and alcohol filling his nose. Anything to keep from looking at the small, still form beneath the crisp sheets. As his eyes burned with tears, he bit his lip to keep from crying. He looked at his father, sitting in an uncomfortable chair by the window, his face slack and grey, his red-rimmed eyes fixed on the horizon.
A nurse came through the door and chided, "Only one visitor at a time in the ICU."
Mr. Hart said stiffly, "We're waitin' on that new doctor."
"I understand," she said gently, “but you can't both wait in here."
"I'll be in the waiting room," Bobby said, but his father had already returned to staring out the window.
After flipping with disinterest through several year-old magazines, Bobby saw Mr. Hart come down the hall with a woman in a white lab coat who introduced herself, "I'm Dr. Gordon, epidemiologist." Bobby had no idea what an epidemiologist was, but she didn't pause for him to ask. "I am not going to try to tell you that Mrs.Hart's condition is not very grave or that we are not very concerned, but I think I have some good news. We have identified that she has a form of meningitis that has attacked the sheath covering her brain, and that is causing the high fever and the coma. The problem is that it is caused by a rather tough, resistant variety of bacteria, but we hope that an aggressive course of Vancomycin may get it under control. We should know in a few hours if it is working or not."
Mr. Hart cleared his throat. "Is this related to that HIV thing she has?"
Flipping through the thick folder of medical charts, Dr. Gordon looked surprised. "She is HIV-positive? I didn't see that in here. How long has that been?" She looked from the cliched, angry jaw of the husband to the hollow, pained eyes of the son, and momentarily wondered why the patients and their families always had to complicate these sorts of discussions with non-productive emotions.
"We didn't know until that other doctor told us yesterday, but he said that it had been since before the boy was born." Worried by the anger in his father's voice, Bobby thought,
He can't take much more of this.
Accustomed to the skimpy patient information that had been available during her training and residency in large-city medical facilities, Dr. Gordon was amazed as always by the thoroughness of the file she was holding. Since Mrs. Hart had spent her entire life in the same small town, every visit to this hospital was documented, all the way back to a scalp laceration that required four stitches when she was five years old. The doctor scanned quickly through the pages from a long-ago trip to the Emergency Room where an intern noted tersely that the pregnant patient had tested positive for HIV. There was a page with the double-blind results of the preliminary blood work, but no follow-up test to rule out a false positive or any notation of counseling or treatment.
"Was she being treated for the virus somewhere else?" she asked.
"Didn't know nothing about it until yesterday, but it's a small house. Don't see how she could hide something like that."
Nothing in the chart suggested any unusual illness, so the doctor asked, "Is her health generally good?"
"Flu once in a while. That's it."
Chewing her lower lip in thought, Dr. Gordon was interested and intrigued by this twist. An untreated HIV infection dormant this long . . . could be a major paper in it, especially if the son and the father were also infected and untreated without symptoms for eighteen years. This could be quite an important case, the kind that shoots careers into the stratosphere.
"I can't rule out the meningitis is related, but I would like a follow-up test, maybe even for all of you. There is a new test that uses a mouth swab, with results available in less than thirty minutes. That might be a good start."
Bobby felt his stomach drop again at the doctor's news. He wondered if his father noticed the odd expression on the doctor's face. If the circumstances were different, Bobby would think that she was gleeful at the prospect they were all HIV-positive. He put his arm around his dad's shoulder, concerned that his father was shaking a little, too. He was dimly aware that Dr. Gordon was on the phone ordering the tests, drumming her nails impatiently on the counter at the nurse's station, barking instructions to the lab that she needed the results stat, making no effort to keep the issue quiet. Bobby preferred the doctor's cold efficiency to the looks of pity that the nurses were shooting him and his father. He thought dully, They will see to it that this will be all over town by breakfast tomorrow.
Lab techs took them both into Mrs. Hart's room where they swabbed saliva from all three mouths and sealed the swabs in marked containers. Bobby's mind was whirling with confused thoughts as he drifted back into the waiting room down the hall, leaving his father to his lonely vigil. The minutes ticked away slowly as he sat nervously waiting on the test results, worried about his mother and father, scared about his own future, and every once in a while touching his sore ribs, remembering how Jason attacked him.
After two hours of misery and worry, Bobby heard the staccato clacking of Dr. Gordon's shoes as she swept passed him instructing, "Come on, I only want to do this once." Filled with dread, he could hardly make his heavy feet move. He thought he had an idea how a condemned prisoner felt on the way to take the Needle down at Huntsville.
The doctor gave him an impatient look as he finally dragged into his mother's room, the monitors still beeping relentlessly. She sighed, "I just want to let you know that all three tests came back negative. All we have to do now is wait to see if the Vancomycin has any effect."
Mr. Hart asked, "What does that mean 'negative'? Is that good or bad?"
"It means that we couldn't find the antibodies that would indicate that any of you are infected with the virus." As Bobby and his father embraced in relief, the doctor reflected that it was prudent to not mention that the notation that Mrs. Hart was HIV-positive was probably in the wrong file. No sense in opening up that lawsuit. She nodded, "Good night! I will check back in the morning," and left.
Bobby was so elated with the test results that his heart was pounding so hard that he thought it would fly out of his chest. His dad patted him on the back and said, "You go on home and get some rest, son."
"You look tired, too, dad. Why don't you come home, too?"
Mr. Hart gave a weak smile. "I want to be here in case she wakes up. Do you think that she would leave if it was me or you layin' there?"
"Don't reckon so," Bobby admitted. He kissed his mother's quiet face before he left.
At home, Bobby washed down a sandwich with a glass of milk and then paced back and forth tensely, thinking about the phone call he had to make, working out the right words to use. Finally, he dialed the number and almost hung up before anyone came on the line. A woman answered, and the teen said, "Hi, it's Bobby... Is Jason home?"
"No, honey, I'm sorry. He left after supper and hasn't come home. Can I give him a message?"
Bobby thought for a few seconds in silence. "Yes, ma'am. Please tell him that I called and that my mother has meningitis but that my test came back negative. That part is real important... my test came back negative."
"Oh, honey, I sure will. I'm so sorry to hear about your mother, though. Is she okay?"
"We're still waitin' to hear, but yes, ma'am, she's doin' as well as can be expected."
"Well, let your daddy know that I'll have some of the ladies down at the church bring some food over for ya'll tomorrow."
Bobby shuddered to think of the array of Meatloaf Surprise and Tuna Casserole that they would face then, but was too well-bred to say anything. "I'm sure that he'll appreciate that. If you'll just give Jason the message?"
"Sure, honey! You take care now, y'hear?"
Bobby rolled his tense shoulders and sighed heavily. All he could do now was to wait... wait on news of his mother's response to the new medicine and wait to see what Jason had to say about that other matter.
"Waiting sucks,” he exclaimed to the empty kitchen.
The teenager opened his bedroom window and turned on a fan in an almost futile effort to cool the room enough to be able to sleep. He stripped off his clothes and lay naked on top of the sheets, but sweat was still beading all over his body. As he drifted into a restless doze, he tossed and turned, still pained by Jason's outburst, hurting more emotionally than physically. He awoke from a dream of being kicked by a faceless assailant to hear the telephone ringing. With pounding heart and dry mouth, he looked at the illuminated digital readout of the bedside clock--1:38 a.m.
Oh, fuck! he thought.
This can't be good news! He rushed to the kitchen to answer and his fear increased when he heard his father's voice.
"What is it?" he asked in a shaky voice.
"Son, I got good news. Your mama woke up a little while ago, and her fever's gone down a couple of degrees. She ain't out of danger yet, but it's looking a lot better. She's in a natural sleep now."
"Thank God. Daddy, tell her I love her and I'll be up to see her first thing in the morning."
Bobby said a long and fervent prayer before going back to bed, where he slept soundly for the first time in three or four days.
Tumbling out of bed much later than he intended the next morning, Bobby poured cereal into a bowl but couldn't find any milk since he had put the empty carton back in the refrigerator after his sandwich last night, so he choked it down dry. Just as he spooned up the last of his breakfast, a knock on the screen door behind made him jump. He was shocked to see Jason standing on the back porch, looking uncomfortable. Bobby didn't know what to say and just sat staring at the handsome jock whose tight T-shirt was damply clinging to his muscled torso.
After a few seconds of awkward silence, Jason huskily murmured, "Hey!"
Bobby cautiously replied, "Hey!" his own voice thick with emotion.
"Got your message. Real sorry to hear about your mama."
"Thanks. She's doin' better, I guess."
"That's good." Jason shuffled his feet and bit his lower lip, still not looking Bobby in the eyes. "You gonna make me stand out here or can I come in the house?"
Bobby shrugged, the dull pain in his ribs provoking him to remain cool. "Sure, come in," he said opening the screen door.
Jason eased into a chair at the kitchen table, and, pulling off his ball cap, ran his fingers though his dark blond hair that was plastered to his head. He finally looked into Bobby's beautiful hazel eyes, and that gave him the courage to say what he came to say. "About yesterday . . . " he hesitated.
Bobby sat silently, not sure where this was leading.
Jason tried again. "I shouldn't have gotten mad at you. Ain't none of this your fault. I guess."
Bobby just blinked a few times, staring at Jason, who took a deep breath and asked,"You're not gonna make this easy are you? Can't say that I blame you. I was pretty rough on you, 'specially with your mama bein' sick and all."
After a few seconds of mulling this over, Bobby said, "You were a complete asshole!" but he had the just the faintest beginning of a smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
Jason flashed his even white teeth in a grin, "Not the first time someone has made that observation 'bout me!"
"Ain't the last time, neither, I suspect." Bobby reached across the table and took his friend's hand. They sat grinning foolishly at each other and then stood and embraced. As Jason's arms tightened around the injured ribs, Bobby flinched a little and gasped in pain. When Jason stepped back and pulled the shirt up to expose the badly bruised skin, his eyes filled with tears, and he whispered, "Bobby, man, I'm so sorry." Bobby kissed him softly on the lips and whispered back, "I know you were just scared. It's over now."
Jason looked around and asked, "Are we alone?"
"Yeah, but I gotta get to the hospital. I'm late already. You free later? Can I call you?"
"You bet!"
The newly-reconciled friends hugged for a few sweet moments more before parting with a promise to get together later.
Chapter IX -- Kevin – unoponcho
Note: Continuing the story from Andy’s (bianchi andreas) Chapter VII
As soon as Jason left, Bobby anxiously went to the hospital to get the latest report on his mother. When he got to the hospital he found his father setting in the lobby outside the ICU. His father told him that Dr. Gordon was with his mother and as soon as she had finished with her evaluation that she would come out and give them a report.
While Bobby and his dad were waiting to get a report from Dr. Gordon, Bobby’s dad told Bobby that he was concerned about his service station and garage business. Ben, who was a part time employee, had been trying to take care of the business while he was at the hospital with his mother. There were some things that Ben was not capable of handling. Mainly the auto repairs. He felt like he needed to get back to work as soon as possible. Bobby told his dad that he had missed so many of the two classes at the Junior College, and with finals coming up that he did not think that he could catch up. He was thinking about dropping out of school. He had also missed several days at work and was not for sure if he still had his job at the grocery store.
Dr. Jordan interrupted their conversation when she came out of the ICU. They watched her walk over towards them. She had the same somber demeanor about her as she always had. They looked at her grim face not knowing if she was going to give them good or bad news.
Dr. Jordan looked at them with a stern expression, and said, “Mrs. Hart has responded very well to the Vancomycin medication, and her fever is back to normal. I am going to have her moved out of ICU into a regular hospital room. If she continues to improve, I probably will release her from the hospital tomorrow morning. Mr. Hart, it is my opinion that your wife is in better shape than you are. I strongly suggest that you go home and get some sleep and rest. Because of the medication Mrs. Hart will sleep most of the day. There is absolutely no reason for either of you to stay with her. If there is any change for the worst, I or some member of the hospital staff will get in touch with you.”
Bobby and his Dad tried to thank Dr. Jordan, but she wields around and walked away ignoring them as if they were not speaking to her. Since only one visitor was allowed in the ICU at a time, Bobby’s dad went in first to tell his mom goodbye. He returned shortly and told Bobby that she was asleep and that both of them should go home.
] Bobby dropped his dad off at their house and went to the grocery store. He was going to talk to Mr. Holmes, who owned the grocery store, to see if he still had a job, but Mr. Holmes was not there. While he was at the grocery store he bought milk and some other things that they needed.
Bobby’s dad was in bed asleep when he got home. He put up the groceries and then called Jason. Jason had just come in. He had been to his Government class. They talked for several minutes. Bobby told him the good news about his mother possibly going to be coming home from the hospital the next day. He also told him that he was going to drop the two courses that he was taking. Jason offered to help him catch up in the geometry class, but Bobby thanked him and told him that he had lost interest in school and did not want to even try to catch up. Bobby explained to Jason that he needed to go to work at 6:00pm. to see if he still had a job. He asked Jason to come to his house so that they could hang out together after he got out of the geometry class that afternoon. Jason told him that he would be there around 2:30pm.
Shortly after Bobby hung up the phone rang and Warren was on the line. Warren told Bobby that he planned on getting a pass and coming to visit with him for the weekend. Bobby told Warren about his mother’s illness, but did not mention the AIDs scare. Warren was upset that Bobby had not let him know about his mother being sick. Bobby told him that he did not know how to get in touch with him. Warren gave him his phone number and a mailing address. He told Bobby that he would postpone his visit and call next week to see how his mother was doing and perhaps he could come the following weekend. Bobby asked him if he was going to give him another lesson when he came. Warren laughed and asked if he and Jason had been practicing what he had taught them. Bobby did not go into any details other than to tell him that Jason was coming over that afternoon and hopefully they would get to practice. Warren told him that he had some army buddies that could pull some strings and that they were going to try to get Patrick Mitchell’s phone number and address at Camp Pendleton in San Diego for him. Warren said that there was a chance that he might be going to San Diego for a week and he would tell him all about it the next time he saw him.
It was lunchtime and Bobby was looking in the refrigerator to see what he could find to eat. There was a knock on his back door and three of the church ladies had brought food. Bobby invited them inside and told them the good news about his mother and told them that his dad was asleep. He thanked them for the food as nicely as he could. There was no way that he could really tell them how much he appreciated their kindness and thoughtfulness. He was starving. Neither he nor his dad was a good cook. There was enough food to last them for several days.
Bobby gorged himself before putting the food in the refrigerator and cleaning up his dirty dishes. He then took a shower, shaved, straightened up his bedroom, and put on a pair of gym shorts. About 1:45pm. Bobby’s dad got up. He was hungry and Bobby told him about all the food that the church ladies had brought them. Bobby set down at the table and talked to his dad while he ate lunch. His dad told him that he was going to go to work at the service station and then go see his mother. It would be late when he got home. Bobby did not tell him about Jason coming to see him, but told him that he was going to work at 6:00pm and, if he still had a job, that it would be after ll:00pm before he got home.
After Bobby’s dad had left Bobby cleaned up the kitchen again. He went outside and set on the backdoor stoop and waited for Jason. He had not been there very long when Jason pulled his car into the driveway. Bobby stood up and waited for Jason to get out of his car. They greeted each other with smiles and a hug. Bobby invited him to come inside. They set down at the table and Bobby offered him a piece of pecan pie or chocolate cake that the churchwomen had brought. Jason wanted a piece of each. Bobby got the pie, cake, forks, plates, and a bottle of milk, and put them on the table. Jason asked the same question that he had asked that morning. “Are we alone?” Bobby replied, “My Dad just left to go to work and we will be alone for the rest of the afternoon.” Jason looked at Bobby’s bare chest and saw the bruised marks. “Man, I’m sorry about hitting you. I sure did a number on your side. I hope it does not hurt. I really feel bad about that.”
“Forget it Man. It looks a lot worse than it is….What would you like to do this afternoon?”
“Are you kidding me? Well, this morning you told me that I was an asshole. You are right. I am an asshole, especially so far as you are concerned. Every since you fucked my virgin ass I have not been able to think of anything else. I want you to fuck me again, but this time I have a rubber.”
They both laughed and Jason poked Bobby on his shoulder. Then Jason said, “Bobby, I don’t know if I am gay or not. During the past week I have been so horny and you weren’t around. I have been promiscuous and have given blowjobs to a couple of my jock friends. They are now calling me a queer and do not want to associate with me anymore. My jock friends are very important to me. I believe that I can regain their friendship by telling them that I was just curious and now that my curiosity has been taken care of that I have no desire to have sex with a man. This should work as long as you will have sex with me, and they never see us hanging out together. Shit, I have not even wanted to be with my girlfriends and the idea of fucking them like I used to do turns me off completely.”
“Jason. What you are telling me is that you want to live a lie. You are even saying that I am not good enough to be your friend and you would be embarrassed to be seen with me.”
“Bobby, I’m sorry. That is not what I meant at all. I’m so damn fucked up now. Finals are coming up and I am so confused. Please forget what I just said. I am an asshole. Those jock friends are so conceded and stuck up that they think they are better than anyone else. I have been around them for years and I am just as guilty as they are. Would you just fuck me and help me to find out who I really am. I hate myself and want to change my life around.” Jason got up and pulled Bobby’s shorts off and began to suck on his cock. Bobby did not know what to think or do. He had seen a side of Jason that he had never seen before. Bobby was still attracted to Jason, but Jason had just hurt his feelings and he did not know how to cope with it. It did not take Jason very long to get him fully aroused and all he could think about was to have sex with him and fuck his very attractive butt.
They went to Bobby’s bedroom, and for the next hour and half they had gratifying sex. Bobby fucked Jason until both he and Jason shot off. They sucked each other’s cocks until both were nearing having a second climax. Bobby fucked him again until both had shot off the second time. Jason was still not satisfied and wanted to go for their third climax, but it was time for Bobby to get ready to go to work. Jason made a sarcastic remark about Bobby working as a mere stock boy. This really chapped Bobby, but he did not say anything. He knew that Jason had never worked a day in his life nor did any of his jock friends.
Before Jason left Jason asked him when could they get together and have sex again. Bobby told him that he would call him tomorrow. Jason hugged and then kissed him on the lips. Bobby all of a sudden did not want Jason to even touch him. He felt like he had been used. His crush on Jason was shattered at least for the time being. Soon after Jason left Bobby got dressed for work and grabbed a bite to eat before leaving the house. When he got to work Mr. Holmes was waiting for him and asked him to go into his office with him. Bobby immediately believed that Mr. Holmes was going to tell him that he no longer had a job. However, Mr. Holmes first asked Bobby how his mother was doing. Bobby gave him the good news. Mr. Holmes then told Bobby that he had never had anyone to work as a stock boy and do as competent job as he had done in the two months that he had been working there. He told Bobby that there was no future for him in the grocery store, and that he wanted to help him find a more suitable job.
He explained that he was in the Phi Kappa Alpha fraternity while he was in college and one of his fraternity brothers was Mike Adams. Mike Adams now owns and manages a College Bookstore just off the campus of SMU in Dallas. The College Bookstore stocks merchandise, books and supplies for the students, faculty and staff. It also catered to the fraternities and sororities. He had spoken to his friend Mike and Mike was looking for a man to start off working in the storeroom, but there would be an opportunity for advancement. The job would be very similar to the one that Bobby was now doing, but the pay would be considerably more. It entailed receiving and checking the merchandise against the invoices to be sure everything was received. Pricing the merchandise and keeping up with the inventory and advising the bookkeeper of items that needed to be reordered.
“Bobby, do you think that you might be interested in the job?” Bobby responded, “Wow! Heck yes! Thanks Mr. Holmes. There is one problem. I don’t have money to buy a used car, and I don’t know if I can afford to pay rent for a room in Dallas.”
“Mike and I have talked about that. Mike lives in one of the older homes in Highland Park. There is a building in back of his house that used to be the servants quarters. He is willing for you to live in the quarters provided that you pay a minimum amount for the utilities and take care of the swimming pool in the back yard. He has a used car that he is willing to sell to you. The car is a Cadillac, and was purchased new for his wife just before she died. He is asking half of the Blue Book value. He will finance the car so that you can make monthly payments. He is also offering to loan you money to buy yourself clothes that you might need. His home is within walking distance to the bookstore so you will not need to drive to and from work.”
“Mr. Holmes, I don’t know what to say. This would certainly be a wonderful opportunity for me.”
“Bobby, I think that you should drive over to Dallas and talk to Mike Adams. He wants to fill the job as soon as possible, but no later than three weeks. He wants the new employee to begin before the fall semester starts at SMU. Now there is one thing that I think that I should mention. Mike’s wife passed away a couple years ago. His son, Mike Jr., still lives with him. Mike Jr. is thirty years old and is gay. Mike has nothing against gays, but he is about to toss Mike Jr. out on his ears because he uses drugs excessively and will not keep a job. He has attempted to employee his son in the bookstore, but his son refuses to show up for work and sometimes when he does he is high on drugs. He has done everything he knows to do to help his son. Well, enough of that. I know that you are now of legal age and can make your own decisions. Why don’t you think about it. Perhaps you would like to discuss it with your parents, but you need to let me know in the next few days. Mike is doing me a favor by holding the job open for you until he hears from me.” Bobby thanked Mr. Holmes for having confidence in him and for him being so kind and thoughtful. He told him that he definitely was interested, but did want to think about it at least overnight and would let him know his decision. He went to work and hustled like he had never hustled before. By the time he got off work at 11:00pm. He had all the shelves stocked and the storeroom cleaned up with nothing left to do.
As he walked home he could hardly wait to talk to his mom and dad. It was not so much that he wanted their opinion as it was that he felt like that they would be proud of him. Another thought occurred to him. If his mother was released from the hospital and was doing all right, he was going to call Warren and ask him to get a pass for the weekend as previously planned and have him come up and go with him to Dallas on Saturday morning. He would meet with Mr. Adams and check out the job, and then perhaps he and Warren could rent a motel room and spend the night together. For some reason he wanted Warren to tell him that he was making the right decision to take the job at the College Bookstore.
He also thought that if he accepted the job that he would like to fuck the shit out of Jason and then tell him that he was going to move and live in the prestigious Highland Park neighborhood and would have a swimming pool and he would be hobnobbing with the SMU students. He would be involved daily with students and knowing that a percentage of them would be gay. He could not help thinking that he was exaggerating and bragging a bit but he did not feel guilty about attempting to put Jason down a notch or two. He was willing to be friends with Jason if Jason would change his attitude. [/size][/b]
Bobby’s dad was in bed asleep when he got home. He went to his room, took off his clothes and lay down on the bed naked. His mind was spinning. He thought about all that had happened to him in the past few weeks. He wondered about what would take place in the future. He thought about Warren and wanted to have sex with him again. He remembered Warren once saying to him. “I might demonstrate how I like to do push-ups with my cock in your ass or mouth and your cock in my mouth.” He got a hard-on while fantasying how that would feel. He could almost visualize Warren’s magnificent body hovering over him doing his push-ups with little effort at all. He jacked himself off before he fell asleep. The next morning, which was Wednesday, when Bobby woke up and got dressed, his Dad had been to the hospital and checked out his Mom. They had just pulled into the driveway. Bobby helped his mother get into the house and into her bed. After everything settled down, Bobby told them about the job in Dallas. Bobby’s Mom had mixed emotions. She was very pleased about Bobby getting a better job, but she did not want “her baby boy” leave home. After Bobby’s dad had gone to work, he called Mr. Holmes and told him that he was still interested in the job and wanted to go to Dallas on Saturday morning and talk to Mr. Adams. A short time later Mr. Holmes called him and told him that Mr. Adams was expecting him between eleven and noon.
He then placed a call to Warren and explained the events that had taken place. Warren told him that he would get a pass and be there Friday night and take him to Dallas Saturday morning, and they would spend the night in a motel. Warren told him that he had just talked to Patrick. Patrick had met a steamy Latin American named Lucas who was a civilian employee at Camp Pendleton, and was a surfer. They had hit it off. Patrick told Warren that when he came to San Diego that the three of them would get together.
Bobby placed two more calls. One to the Junior College to drop his courses and a call to Jason informing him that he was going to be tied up until the first of next week. Jason could not understand why they could not get together at least for a quick exchange of blowjobs, but Bobby held fast to his decision. After feeding his mother lunch and making sure that she had everything she needed, he went to work, and did not anticipate getting home until late that night.
Chapter X
by bianci andreas
Friday afternoon, Bobby stood in his mother’s stuffy kitchen swearing softly to himself as he studied the fine print on the back of a plastic jug of laundry detergent. “For medium loads, fill cap to line one,” he read aloud. “For large loads, fill cap to line two. For heavily soiled loads, use additional detergent.”
He eyed the pile of clothes beside the washing machine and asked, “How do I know if it's large or medium?” He didn’t want to disturb his mother again to ask her, so he sought refuge in a few choice four-letter words muttered under his breath to make the job more bearable. He heard his father behind him chuckling, “I wish I could rent that face out as a scarecrow to farmers around here. There’s not a bird in Texas that would come within a hundred yards of that scowl!”
Bobby forced a rueful smile and said, “If you’re so all-fired smart about it, how ‘bout you do the laundry, and I’ll sit around drinkin’ coffee and supervisin’?”
Mr. Hart held up his hands in mock surrender and laughed again, “I’m sure you can handle it, son.” Bobby thought to himself that it sure was good to hear his father laughing after the tough week they had been through. His dad continued, “I want to talk to you about your trip to Dallas with Warren tomorrow.”
The husky teenager tensed up, afraid that the trip was called off for some reason. He was so looking forward to going to Dallas and spending tomorrow night with Warren in a motel where they would spend a few wild hours in bed. He doubted that there were any more “lessons” he needed to learn, but he was excited by the prospect of a refresher course. He set his jaw and asked, “What about it?”
“I have a bunch of parts that were sent to the garage for a repair we were doing and every one of ‘em is wrong. They have already sent the correct stuff, but I want these returned so I get my money back sooner. The wholesaler is closed tomorrow, and I don’t want to leave your mother. I don’t trust Ben to handle the trip, so do you think that you could run these up to Dallas this afternoon and then let Warren meet you there?”
Bobby pretended to be thinking about the proposition. “I dunno, Dad. Spendin’ the afternoon messin’ around by myself in the city or stay here and do laundry? I can’t make up my mind!”
Mr. Hart rolled his eyes, handing Bobby the keys to the truck. “Oh, the problems facing you kids today. How do you deal with the stress?”
In his bedroom, Bobby began searching for some clothes to take, picking up T-shirts and jeans from the floor and sniffing them to see if any might be clean enough to toss into the canvas bag he used as a suitcase. A couple didn’t reek too badly, and at least he found some clean underwear in the dresser. He pulled a box from the top of the closet and took out his best pair of boots, dark grey Larry Mahan crocodile, won in a church raffle last year. They were as supple as glove leather and as comfortable as house slippers, the height of Texas fashion.
Before kissing his mother goodbye, he called Warren at Ft. Bragg, leaving a message since his uncle was out on the post somewhere that they would meet Saturday morning at the Student Center on the campus of SMU. Clutching the directions to the warehouse where he would make the delivery, Bobby almost danced a Texas two-step on his way out to the truck, aroused by the prospect of being let loose on the unsuspecting young men of "Big D". With all the fun he'd had lately with Warren, Jason and Patrick, he was almost certain he could show those city slickers a thing or two!
Bobby was more excited about the trip as he drove down the concrete ribbon of highway toward the Metroplex. A cassette tape that he put together himself blasted some of his favorite tunes for the road, and he promised himself that if this job thing panned out, his first car would have a CD player in it . . . maybe not right at first, but soon!
As he whipped past the farms and ranches that lined the road, Bobby thought about the weird way that Jason had been acting, especially the way he wanted to hang out only with his straight buddies and date girls and all, but fool around with Bobby on the sly. What a big jerk! What did I ever see in him? Bobby wondered, then remembered the cute face . . . the tight body . . . the hot jock butt. Oh, yeah! he grinned. Maybe that was it, and decided that a late night booty call with Jase whenever he was back visiting his parents might not be a bad idea. IF, and it’s still a big ‘if’ he cautioned himself, I get the job at the bookstore.
Soon the traffic was gradually growing heavier as he neared Dallas, and then he was suddenly in the city and the late afternoon rush hour. Bobby consulted the directions that his father gave him, and the mis-shipped parts were quickly returned. By then, it was about time for dinner, but while he was looking for a place to eat, Bobby saw a sporting goods store that might carry a Texas A&M football jersey with the number 22 on it just like Patrick wore, so he pulled into the parking lot and went in.
The warehouse-sized retailer had a big selection of clothing for collegiate sports fans, and Bobby sorted through a couple of racks of jerseys looking for the one he wanted . . . the University of Texas Longhorns’ burnt orange jersey seemed to be popular, but he also found Texas Tech, Baylor, Texas Christian and Southern Methodist jerseys, even some from Oklahoma University . . . how did those get in there! Finally, he found a lone maroon A&M shirt in his size and even on sale at 50% off, but it didn’t have Patrick’s number 22 on it. Bobby debated against buying it, but the memory of the afternoon with the hot Marine stud overcame his concern about the wrong number, and he took it to the checkout line.
As the clerk rang up his purchase, Bobby requested, “Could you cut the tags off that? I’d like to wear it now.”
The girl, about his own age, stopped chewing her gum long enough to frown at him. “I guess I got a pair of scissors back here.” After she snipped off the price tag, Bobby pulled off his T-shirt and replaced it with the Aggie jersey, enjoying the openly appreciative look the clerk raked over his bare torso.
“Darlin’” she sighed, “You can come back anytime and buy another shirt!”
Bobby smiled back, “Might just do that!” he said as he rolled up the sleeves of the jersey to better show off his biceps.
As he sauntered toward the door, he looked back over his shoulder and saw that she was still watching him, so he winked his eye and gave her a bright smile.
Back in the truck and heading north on the Central Expressway, he looked for signs leading to Southern Methodist University, wanting to check out where he might be living and working close to the campus, hoping to survey the landscape and maybe scope out a few hot frat hunks at the same time. He knew that SMU, as it was almost universally known, was a good college, but that the academic heavyweights at Rice University or the University of Texas in Austin thought of it more as an oil-money-fueled finishing school for Daddy’s Little Princess rather than as an intellectually rigorous institution. Didn’t bother Bobby any . . . when the time came he would be looking for a jock with a tight build, not someone to debate philosophy with.
He parked the truck near a library and walked around the campus for a few minutes checking stuff out, disappointed that he didn’t see too many students around.
At the edge of the campus, spying a restaurant that was designed to look like a diner from the 1950's, he realized how hungry he was and decided to stop there for a burger or something. It was a relief to come in out of the hot afternoon sun and into the cool air of the diner, whose interior was all black and white tiles and shiny aluminum, a lot of retro neon signs on the walls. Bobby thought the food might be good since the place was packed, only a single stool available at the counter. He slid in next to a girl who looked as though she might go to SMU, a perky blond in a pink polo shirt and a khaki skirt, but he wished that the empty seat was next to the guy that she was talking to . . . Bobby couldn’t help but notice his sweet little butt that flared out to some nice shoulders. From behind, Bobby couldn’t tell what the guy looked like, but after sitting down, gave him a glance. Really handsome with long, shaggy, blond hair spilling from a ball cap with some Greek letters on it . . . Bobby had no idea what they said, but grinned to himself, Yeah, I would so do him!
While studying the menu with its basic diner fare of burgers, mac-n-cheese, chicken-fried steak and meatloaf, Bobby became aware that the coed sitting on the next stool was watching him. His glance at her was rewarded with a smile and a question. “Are you on the football team?”
He glanced down at the jersey and responded, “I don’t know . . . what do you think? Do I look like a football player?” He snuck a peak at her hot companion to see what his take on this might be . . . he was just glaring at Bobby.
“Hmm . . . your body looks like you might be, but you could be too cute to play on the football team,” she said flirtatiously as Bobby blushed.
The guy on the other side groaned and demanded in a flat Mid-Western accent, “C’mon, Cathy, can’t you see he’s just a kid? No way he plays football.”
The girl never took her eye off Bobby, but she snapped, “Chill out, Brent!”
Bobby grinned at him and said, “Yeah, Brent! Chill!”
Cathy asked, “Do you go to school here or are you just passing through and breaking hearts?”
“No, I just dropped my classes at a community college” He heard Brent’s snort of derision, but continued, “So I’m here looking for a job.”
She gave him another beaming smile, “I’m sure you’ll find a great job and meet lots of interesting people while I’m stuck in some old boring class.”
Brent touched her shoulder, urging, “Cathy, we gotta go,” while glowering more at Bobby.
Bobby grinned and asked the girl, “Is he like your boyfriend or something?” laughing aloud as she said, “No way!” at the same time Brent said, “Yes, I am.”
“Ya’ll get back to me after you work that out.”
Jutting his chin out, Brent loudly demanded, “Why don’t you mind your own business?" attracting attention from other diners.
Bobby smirked, “I’m just bein’ friendly. That’s what we do in Texas. You might want to try it sometime.” Brent just glared at him.
Cathy asked, “What do you think of SMU? Maybe you can go to school here next semester. Wouldn’t that be fun!”
Bobby wondered what kind of scam she was running here, and who she was running it on, him or Brent, but responded, “It’s real nice, but confusin’. I parked by a library somewhere, and now I don’t know how to get back to my truck.”
Cathy gave him directions that sounded right to Bobby, but her friend scowled and demanded, “Why don’t you quit bothering her and leave now?”
The girl was trying to settle Brent down as he was trying to stand up, his face flushed and his body tense. Bobby knew that he was probably giving away a couple of inches in height, but the frat man did not look very athletic, he thought he was not in too much danger, but he slipped off his stool and was ready just in case.
Brent was almost yelling, “You don’t want to mess with me, jerk!” prompting the cook, a burly man who looked like he had broken up quite a few fights in his day, to leave his stove and come over to intervene.
With a steely glint of determination, Bobby said quietly, “You want to take this outside, I’m willin’, but you’re not gonna start bustin’ stuff up in here to prove something.”
By this time, the short-order cook had sized up who was the more level-headed and who was the aggressor and clamped a hand on Brent’s shoulder with enough authority that the guy winced. “You ain’t fightin’ that boy in my diner. You got a beef with him, ya’ll find somewhere else to work it out.”
More embarrassed than anything else, Brent remained silent, until Cathy said, “Come on, Sugar Ray, let’s go before I have to carry you out of here.” She rolled her eyes at Bobby, who relaxed a little and smiled at her as Brent threw a few dollars on the counter to pay for the meal. He was muttering something under his breath to the girl as they left, but she was just laughing at him.
By this time, Bobby’s food had been served, so he began eating his cheeseburger and fried onion rings. Not as good as what his mother made either in the diner back home where she worked or in her own kitchen, but it was tasty enough that he wolfed it down quickly and followed up with a bowl of warm cherry cobbler.
By the time he paid his check and began the walk back to the truck, the sun had almost set, but the air was still hot and sticky. Crossing a lawn beneath trees filled with twittering starlings settling in to sleep, the surroundings looked familiar, so Bobby thought he was getting close to where he had parked. He was within sight of the truck when he was startled by a man stepping out from a hiding place behind a tree.
It was the guy from the diner, still with a belligerent look on his face.
“Now, it’s just you against me, hayseed, without anyone else to help you out,” Brent snapped at him.
“Look, dude, I don’t want any trouble. I’m gettin’ in my truck and leavin’, okay?”
“Yeah, not so tough now, huh? You’re not getting off that easy.” Brent rushed at Bobby, who easily avoided him, adding to the rage. The second attack knocked Bobby to the ground, and the two rolled around on the ground a few times, each struggling for control, which Bobby gained soon thanks to his more athletic build. He straddled Brent’s chest and pushed his shoulders into the grass, holding him immobile.
“I’m not goin’ to fight you,” Bobby warned, “So if I let you up, we’re gonna go our separate ways and call it a day, you hear?”
“When you let me up, you shitkicker, I’m gonna kick your ass!”
Bobby gave Brent a speculative look and smirked, “Well, bro, before you kick my ass you’re gonna have to quit rubbin’ it, and it feels like you got a solid grip on me!"
He watched as Brent’s eyes widened in surprise and his mouth formed an almost perfect ‘O’ as he realized that he had jammed both hands down the back of Bobby’s jeans and was caressing his butt slowly. He pulled his hands away quickly as though he had been burned and then with a confused look on his face replaced them on the outside of the jeans and moved to cover Bobby’s mouth with his own in a sloppy kiss that didn’t impress the teenager much.
Bobby looked into the dark brown eyes filled with desire, and stood up, groaning, “No, no, no!” He looked around for his cap, which had fallen off in the tussle, and slapping it against his thigh a few times to clean the dust off it, said, “I’m not gettin’ into this again! I gotta book.”
Brent sat up and grabbed the back of Bobby’s calf, pleading, “Wait a second! Don’t go yet.”
“Wait for what? I done my tour of duty with confused straight guys already this week, so you need to take this crap to someone who’s interested.”
“I’m not gay.”
“Okay, and that right there’s your problem,” Bobby drawled. “My problem is that I already got one of you boys sniffin’ around me and I’m sure not lookin’ to add another.”
“Please don’t go yet.”
“Do you even know what you want from me?” Bobby grumbled, watching as Brent shook his head uncertainly. The teen rubbed a hand over his eyes and sighed as he squatted down so that he was on eye level with Brent, who was still sprawled on the ground. “What do you have in mind, anyway?”
Brent looked around and asked, “See that dorm over there? I live there, and my roommate went home for the weekend. We could go there.”
Bobby looked around the dark commons, now illuminated by streetlights, trying to buy a little time before he had to give an answer. He realized that part of reason he couldn’t do the smart thing and walk away from this mess, aside from the obvious allure of the attractive guy waiting on his response, was that it was almost like a chance at a do-over with Jason without all the emotional entanglement.
“I gotta be the biggest damn fool in the state for sayin’ this, but okay. But” he warned,” the second you start goin’ squirrely on me, I’m outa here. Got it, dude?”
They walked back across the park, Bobby shaking his head the whole way at what a stupid idea this was, just Jason all over again, nothing but a little fun and a whole lot of trouble.
In the dorm room, Bobby smiled as Brent scurried around, kicking dirty clothes under the bed and tossing some empty fast-food containers in the trash. The single desk lamp left the corners deep in shadow, but the room was typical: cinder-block walls painted light blue; worn industrial-grade carpeting; two desks and two dressers built into the wall; twin beds along opposite walls; posters taped up, some of sports stars, others of young women with improbably large breasts.
Bobby thought that there wasn’t much point in lingering over the formalities, so facing the wall, he leaned on one of the desks and began removing his boots and socks. Brent had sat in a chair across the room and was watching him with avid interest. Bobby studied the cork bulletin board that was above the desk, a torn stub to last month’s Coldplay concert at Reunion Arena in downtown Dallas; a dried rosebud, a souvenir of a fraternity formal; a pair of tickets to tomorrow’s football game; a photo of Brent and another guy, both of them smiling and shirtless at a beach somewhere.
“Who’s this in the picture with you?” he asked as he tugged the jersey over his head.
Momentarily speechless at the sight of Bobby’s muscular back, it took Brent a second to respond, “Uhh. . . that’s my roommate. South Padre Island last spring break.”
“You and he ever . . . ?” Bobby let the question trail off as he turned around, revealing his chest and its dusting of soft, dark hair to Brent.
Brent silently shook his head. Bobby smiled as he shoved off his jeans, “Too bad. He looks hot.”
As Bobby took in the hunched shoulders, the tightly-laced fingers, the tense set of the mouth, he wondered again what he had gotten himself into. He said gently, “I think this will be easier if you wasn’t wearing so many clothes.” Brent just nodded his head stiffly, but made no move to undress. With a deep breath, Bobby knelt at his feet, placing a hand on each of Brent’s thighs, feeling the play of the hard muscle beneath the crisply-starched khakis.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” he said softly. “In fact, I could leave right now, no harm, no foul, right?” He sought Brent’s eyes, but the blond was watching Bobby’s hands lightly kneading his legs. “But you’re gonna have to make a little effort here . . . I’m startin’ to feel like a child molester or something.”
“Okay,” Brent said in a low, hoarse voice as he leaning down to softly kiss Bobby he began unbuttoning his shirt.
“Let me do that,” Bobby requested, and continued to very slowly expose Brent’s tight body a little at a time, first his smooth chest and firm abs, then as the shirt slipped away, broad shoulders and long lean arms. Bobby pinched one of the dark little nipples between a thumb and a forefinger, feeling it throb beneath his exploration, coaxing a low moan from Brent.
Bobby slipped a hand to the front of Brent’s trousers, cupping the growing erection through the fabric, and began undoing his belt and unbuttoning the fly. Brent stood up and kicked away the pants, showing his tight white boxer-briefs sagging invitingly at the crotch around his hefty sac but clinging to his hairy thighs. Bobby pulled Brent closer and began mouthing his cock, not too long but really thick, pressing insistently against the tight material, a damp spot appearing at the tip.
Brent eagerly shoved his underwear down, exposing the swollen, purple head of his cock, rubbing it against Bobby’s face, the thick shaft pushing out from his abs. Bobby reached inside the shorts and pulled Brent’s nuts free, hanging them over so that the elastic waistband pushed them up and out. Bobby slowly tongued the smooth, velvety skin stretched taut over the balls, squeezing the base of the shaft and making the head swell and darken with more blood, drawing another groan from Brent.
Bobby guided Brent back into the chair, bending low over his lap, and flicked his tongue against the head of the cock protruding up toward him, tasting the musky juice oozing from the slit. In a single quick gulp, Bobby took the entire prick in his throat, burying his nose in the thicket of dark blond fur at the base and inhaling the ripe aroma. Brent moaned a little whimper as he felt engulfed in Bobby’s hot, wet mouth, nearly afraid that he would cum just from that sensation alone, but as the teen worked the straight, full meat in and out of his greedy lips, the blond began to match his rhythm with his own slowly pumping hip thrusts. As Bobby pressed a finger against his buddy’s puckered hole and then slipped it in a few inches, Brent gasped with shock and pleasure, increasing the rocking of his hammering hips. They both could feel Brent’s body tense, his ragged breath deepening and quickening as he neared climax, then with a loud groan, the knob began spitting again and again, thick ropes of spunk spraying Bobby’s mouth as he slurped up the rich sweetness.
Brent was the first to break the long moments of their heavy breathing, gasping, “Man, that was the best head I’ve ever had! No girl has even come close! Where did you learn that thing with your finger, you know, up my butt?”
Bobby told him about the afternoon under the cottonwoods with Warren and Patrick. “I was real lucky to have those two showing me what to do, and the business with the fingers felt so good in addition to stretching me a little.”
“Stretching? For what?”
Bobby didn’t know how to explain if this guy was as straight as he seemed to be. Suddenly, Brent caught on and blushed, making a strangled grunting sound. “What was that like?” he finally said huskily. “Does it hurt a bunch?”
“A little at first. Well, a lot at first, I guess, but then . . . it can be real fun, at least it was for me.”
During the few moments of silence that followed, Bobby wondered how to ask Brent if he was going to reciprocate the blow job, afraid that the straight guy would kick him out now that he himself was satisfied. He was surprised to hear a hesitant question, “Would you do that to me?”
“You sure? You want to take me up your ass?”
“Umm. . . I guess. I mean, sure, why not?”
Bobby eyed him carefully, more than a little excited. “You got any rubbers? Mine are down in the truck.”
“Yeah. Here in the drawer.”
Bobby was so hard the condom unrolled easily down his cock, and then he wet it with saliva. Brent rolled over onto his stomach, and Bobby stretched his body above him, supporting his weight on his arms and knees, rubbing his dick in the narrow valley between the round curves of the butt. Brent spread his legs apart more and Bobby slid deeper into the cleft, feeling the puckered opening of the hole pressing against the head. He slowly pushed a couple of inches in, feeling the resistance of the ring of muscle, hearing Brent’s pained gasp.
“Doin’ okay there? Want to stop?”
“Wait a second.” Brent breathed slowly through the discomfort. “Okay. I’m okay now.”
Bobby slowly pushed the rest of the way in, feeling the walls of Brent’s chute close around him, his stomach flat against the firm ass, their balls lying together. They rested a moment, each feeling the heat radiating off the other, until Bobby began slowly moving in and out, as gently as he could, stretching out the tight hole. Brent’s breath came in soft grunts as he became accustomed to the unfamiliar feeling of having a guy in his ass.
As Bobby was able to make longer, faster thrusts deeper into the taut pucker, he could hear Brent’s grunts changing to low moans, and feel the muscle hungrily clamping around his cock, each of his down strokes met by an enthusiastic push upward. Bobby was aroused by the sight of the bronzed skin of Brent's back covered in a sheen of perspiration, his hair darkened and clinging damply to his neck. The bed was swaying rhythmically with each of their fluidly smooth movements. Over and over Bobby pounded him, pulling his prick almost all the way out and then ramming it in, and soon he felt the pent-up load boiling out of him, cum flooding out of him deep in Brent’s hole, his breath in ragged, moaning gasps.
Bobby collapsed in a heap on Brent’s sweat-slicked back, feeling his deflating cock slowing withdrawing. They lay exhausted and drained, and after cleaning themselves up, Bobby lay curled along Brent’s back, nestled against him, listening as his breathing slowed and deepened as he drifted from consciousness.
It took a long time for the teenager to fall asleep himself. As he leaned against the sexy frat stud, Bobby reflected uneasily on the fact that the whole time Brent was so willingly sharing his body, all Bobby could think about was Jason.
I enjoyed the whole story... it feels like some serial on TV... haha... I like the emotional touch... the AIDS scare and the flawless twist to rectify that... so...
let me try... it is gonna be pretty short coz I ain't good and I apologize for not informing beforehand about my attempt... if anyone got anything better... please replace my attempt with yours...
Chapter XI
by Solitude
It took a long time for the teenager to fall asleep himself. As he leant against the sexy frat stud, Bobby reflected uneasily on the fact that the whole time Brent was so willingly sharing his body, all he could think about was Jason.
Bobby was awakened by the opening of the dorm door. Before he could react or wake Brent up, the door opened and Joseph, Brent's room mate entered. Seeing Bobby and Brent lying naked on the bed, Joseph felt his tool begin to stir. All the while, Joseph's greatest fantasy had been Brent but he thought he was straight and could never be gay. Any attempt to do anything with Brent would get him whacked badly he thought. Never did he expect to see what he saw.
Joseph was due to spend the weekend at home. However, something cropped up at his grandparents' place and his parents have to go over. Not wanting to spend the weekend alone at home, he decided to head back to the dorm and maybe hang out with Brent and ogle some more.
Bobby, having hung out with Warren long enough and learning the skill of identifying fellow gays, could see from the way Joseph looked at Brent that he wanted Brant badly and decided not cover himself with the blanket that he already laid his hands upon. Brent begin to stir. Bobby winked at Joseph, who got his hint and immediately stripped. Bobby watched him strip while he touched Brent, making him hard again. Brent woke up and was surprised to see Joseph standing naked in the dorm .
"I thought you were at home?"
"Something came up thank God. If not I would have missed this wonderful chance."
"Well, it seems like you have someone to turn to if you ever needed any relief." Bobby said, looking at Brent. Joseph smiled. "What are you waiting for?" Bobby asked Joseph, who got to the side of the bed and start caressing Brent.
Brent just laid back and enjoyed the two pairs of hands working all over his body. Bobby got to sucking Brent's tool while Joseph started licking Brent all over. Joseph then got to Brent's tool while Bobby had plans for Joseph. He went over and took Joseph's cock into his mouth. Joseph gave a very deep moan, arousing Bobby even more. They got onto the floor where there is more space and began circle sucking each other. Booby sucking Joseph, Joseph sucking Brent and Brent sucking Bobby. He is too horny to really bother if he is really queer or not and after taking Bobby's dick into his mouth, he felt it was not that bad!
After a while of sucking Brent wanted to Bobby's tool up his ass. However Bobby wanted to have his ass filled too. Joseph suggested being him sandwiched. Brent was keen in the idea so after the rubber was on Bobby and Joseph, Bobby started to slowly push his cock into Brent's ass. Moaning, he said," Just stuff it in," and Bobby did that, forcing his whole meat into Brent's ass. Brent gave a very loud moan, making Joseph harder. When Bobby's dick was in, he signalled Joseph to enter him. Joseph then entered Bobby slowly and smoothly.
Bobby moaned. Joseph started to thrust Bobby and Bobby, with the Joseph's momentum started to work on Brent's ass. Joseph grabbed Brent's cock and start jerking it slow and hard. Brent was moaning and this made Joseph even hornier. He started to thrust faster, jerking Brent faster. The whole room is now filled with the smell of their sweat and the horny moans and gasps from the three guys, turning them on even more.
"I'm cumming!" gasped Brent and without warning started squirting his man juice onto Joseph's hand. The ass muscle spasm squeezed Bobby's dick, milking him and giving a very loud gasp," I'm... AAHHHHHH!" Before he could finish his statement, Bobby came. Shortly after, Joseph came. However, Joseph is still hard and horny. So while they cleaned up and showered, Brent jerked Joseph off again.
All this while, Bobby was thinking of the possibility of this happening with Jason and Warren. Even after this whole action, Jason still lingered on Bobby's mind...
i kept bianchi_andreas' lingering thought on Jason... haha... hoping someone can pick up from there... i hope this is good... it's my second attempt on such stories and first in trying to continue for someone... haha... hope u like it...
Chapter XII
By Kevin – unoponcho
After having had sex with Joseph and Brent, Bobby was very proud of himself for being a part in getting the two roommates to have sex together for the first time. He went to his truck and got his clothes that he was going to wear for his interview with Mr. Adams. He prevailed on Joseph and Brent to use their room and shower to get ready to go meet Warren. When he left Joseph and Brent they were making out again.
Upon arriving at the Student Center Bobby’s lost his breath when he saw Warren standing on the steps waiting on him. Warren had on his dress Army uniform and was so handsome. He was attracting a lot of attention from both females and males, and Warren was fully aware of his admirers looking him over. All of his efforts in keeping physically fit and developing his body was noticeable and was paying off.
They greeted each other in a manner to not give away the fact that they both were gay and had been intimate with each other. They told each other how nice each of them looked. Then they went inside and had breakfast at the Snack Bar and talked about the plans for the day. Bobby told Warren all the details about the job that he was going to go for an interview. Warren expressed that it sounded like a great job and an opportunity that Bobby should pursue. Warren was able to boost Bobby’s ego and confidence so that he was well prepared to make an impression on Mr. Adams.
As soon as they had finished breakfast they got into Warren’s pickup and drove around the campus. They had driven by Mr. Adams very impressive home, but could not see the living quarters behind the house that Bobby might be living in if he got the job. They found the bookstore and Bobby insisted that Warren go in with him.
Bobby’s first impression of the inside of the bookstore was that it was much like the grocery store at home except that the shelves contained books, supplies, clothing, souvenirs, gifts, and was even divided up into departments. There were less carts, shopping baskets, and check out counters. He could see three clerks, who were obviously college age students, and they were all busy waiting on customers who were obviously college students.
A man in his late twenties that was wearing thick glasses having the appearance of a nerd, and a bit nellie walked up to them and introduced himself. His name was Alfred. Alfred asked Bobby and Warren if he might help them. Bobby told him that he was there to see Mr. Adams. Alfred told them that Mr. Adam’s was in his office and was expecting him. Alfred told Bobby that he was an assistant manager and that he would go tell Mr. Adams that he was there for the interview.
A few minutes later Mr. Adams came out into the showroom and introduced himself and invited Warren and Bobby to come to his office. Warren told Mr. Adams that he would look around in the store while he interviewed Bobby. Bobby followed Mr. Adams into his office.
Bobby felt at ease and could see why Mr. Holmes and Mr. Adams were such good friends. They had in common being down to earth good people and their demeanor and personalities caused those around them to admire their status and being in control and one with authority. Mr. Adams explained the details of the job as receiving clerk and the possibilities of advancement. He asked Bobby if that was the type of job that he might be interested in doing. Bobby assured him that he believed that he was qualified and would like the opportunity to fill the position. Mr. Adams reiterated the offer for Bobby to live in the living quarters behind his house in return for doing maintenance on the swimming pool and paying the utility bills. He also made the offer to sale him his deceased wife’s car and finances it so that he could make monthly payments. He asked Bobby if he could report for work the coming Tuesday. Bobby told him that that would be no problem. Mr. Adams told Bobby that he did not want him to accept the job until after he had seen the living quarters and test drive the car that he was offering to sell him.
Bobby and Warren followed Mr. Adams and drove to Mr. Adams’s home. Mr. Adams showed Bobby and Warren the living quarters in the back of his home. It was an old building that had been remodeled recently and had a large living area with a den, breakfast area, and kitchen. There were two nice size bedrooms and a bathroom. It was nicely furnished, and large enough that would be comfortable for two people. Mr. Adams told Bobby that he had no objections if Bobby wanted to rent out a bedroom and have a roommate. The large swimming pool was just outside the front door to the left. The swimming pool had a privacy fence around it and had flower beds and a nice patio. Mr. Adams told them that he occasionally used the swimming pool and sometimes had parties and quests around the pool. It would only take Bobby a couple of hours a week to do the routine maintenance and during the winter that it would even take less time. Bobby could use the pool at anytime that Mr. Adams was not using it.
Mr. Adams then took them to the garage and opened the door. There was a bright shinny red convertible Cadillac with red leather interior setting in the garage. Mr. Adams told them that his wife who was an MD had purchased the car new over a year ago just before she died. He explained that his son Mike wanted the car, but he refused to let him have it, because he knew that he would either wreck it or sell it for drugs. Bobby asked Mr. Adams if his son was living with him. Mr. Adams bowed his head and softly told him that he had kicked his son out of his house three days ago. That night his son was arrested for possession of illegal drugs. The judge has ordered him to return to rehab. He expressed that his son was an embarrassment to him and he would never be welcomed back into his home again. Mr. Adams got into the car behind the wheel and told Bobby and Warren to get in, and they would go for a short drive. Warren got into the back seat and Bobby got in front with Mr. Adams. He put the top down and started up the motor.
Mr. Adam drove and got on the Central Expressway going north. He drove north some distance before exiting Central Expressway and pulling off to the side. He changed places with Bobby and let Bobby drive them back to Mr. Adams house and parked the car back in the garage. Mr. Adams told Bobby what the monthly payments would be, which were ridiculous low and well within the range as to what Bobby could afford. Mr. Adams told Bobby that the first payment would be deducted from his second monthly pay check, but that he would have to take out insurance and pay for it after his first monthly pay check. Both Warren and Bobby could not believe the generous price that Mr. Adams was asking for the car.
Mr. Adams asked Bobby, “Son what do you think? Are you interest in taking the job and the other arrangements that I am offering you?”
“Yes Sir. I would be crazy to not accept an offer like that. I am a hard worker and I will do my best to do a good job.”
“Bobby, I am going to have to ask you to keep our arrangement to yourself. I don’t make offers to other employees like I have made to you. I am going to have to get back to work. Here are the keys to your living quarters and the keys to the car. You can continue to park the car in the garage if you would like. You can move in anytime you wish. I will have the legal papers ready for you to sign on the car Tuesday when you come to work. Do you have any questions before I leave?”
“No Sir except would it be alright if Warren and I spent the night here? We were going to stay in a motel, but if we could stay here we could save some money?”
“Certainly! You have the keys so the place is yours. Of course you can use the swimming pool if you wish.”
Warren shook Mr. Adams hand, and said, “Mr. Adams, you are a very nice gentleman, and I appreciate what you are doing for Bobby. He is a very nice young man and I know that he will make you a good employee.”
Bobby also shook Mr. Adams hand and thanked him. As Mr. Adams was leaving to go back to work he told Bobby and Warren that swimsuits were optional when using the pool. The way he smiled at them and the tone of his voice Bobby and Warren knew that Mr. Adams was aware that both of them were gay. Bobby explained to Warren that Mr. Holmes had told him that Mr. Adams’s thirty year old son, Mike, was gay, but that was not the reason that Mr. Adams had kicked him out. It was because of his drug and alcohol problem.
Bobby took Warren to the diner where he had dinner the night before and where he had run into Brent and Cathy. While they were eating Bobby told Warren all about meeting and spending the night with Brent in his dorm room and about having sex with Brent and Joseph. Warren kidded him about not wasting anytime. After they finished eating lunch Warren dropped Bobby off to pick up his pickup at the library parking lot. When they got back to Bobby’s new place to live they took their overnight bags inside. Bobby spent several minutes looking over his new accommodations. He checked out the kitchen and found that there were even pots, pans and utensils for cooking as well as dishes and silverware. He even found that someone had left several bottles of beer and cans of cold drinks in the refrigerator. When he went into one of the bedrooms he found Warren who had taken off his uniform and was hanging his clothes in the closet. Bobby walked up behind Warren and stuck his hand and arm between his legs and took a hold of his dick and balls. He reached around Warren’s chest and began teasing and pinching his nipples with his other hand. Warren responded by groaning, spreading his legs further apart giving Bobby freer access to his nuts and dick, and by arching his back pressing up closer to Bobby. Within a minute or two Warren had a full erection. Bobby knelt down and kissed Warren’s firm muscular buttocks. Warren turned around so that his stiff cock was hitting Bobby in his face. Bobby grabbed a hold of it and began stroking it and at the same time sucking and licking the crown of Warren’s nice piece of firm meat.
Warren mumbled, “Bobby, if you keep that up very long I am going to shoot off.”
Bobby looked up to see the expression on Warren’s smiling face, and then deep throated him. Warren took a hold of Bobby’s head and encouraged him to suck on his cock. Bobby had reach around his hips and had a tight hold on the cheeks of Warren’s ass. After having sucked on Warren’s cock for a good length of time, Warren tried to back away and stop Bobby from sucking him, but Bobby would not let go of Warren’s buttocks and continued to give him head. The longer that Bobby sucked and deep throated him the more Warren was adjusting his legs and moving his hips and body around, tightening and loosening his muscles while moaning and mumbling incoherently. Bobby had managed to get two of his fingers up Warren’s asshole and while finger fucking him he could tell by Warren’s reactions when he was hitting Warren’s prostrate causing him additional pleasure. Much to Bobby’s dismay Warren began shooting off much sooner than Bobby would have preferred. Bobby sucked on his cock until he had drained him of the last drop of cum, and his cock got soft.
Warren reached down and picked Bobby up in his arms and laid him down on the bed on his back. As he was pulling off Bobby’s boots and undressing him, he asked, “Who taught you to suck cock like that?”
Bobby responding with a giggle, and said, “You did!”
“You must have been getting in a lot of practice since I saw you last.”
As soon as Warren had Bobby undressed he got on the bed and began to give head to Bobby. Bobby thought to himself that he had had sex with several guys, but none of them could come close to equaling Warren in administering oral sex. Warren had a special and unique way of giving pleasure to a man that was near impossible to duplicate or even explain his unusual techniques. Even though Bobby had ejaculate earlier that morning when having sex with Brent and Joseph, it did not take very long for Warren to have caused Bobby to have another delightful orgasm in which he filled Warren’s mouth with an abundant amount of cum.
Warren lay down beside Bobby, and asked, “What do you have in mind to do the rest of this afternoon and tonight?”
“I need to go to Wal-Mart and buy some linens for the bed and some bath towels. I probably should go to the grocery store and stock up on some food. Other than that I just want you to fuck me.”
“How about my going to Wal-Mart and get what you need while you go to the grocery store? Then I would like to take you to have dinner at the Black-eyed Pea on Cedar Springs and perhaps go to a couple of gay bars for drinks before coming back here.”
Bobby said, “Fine with me. What is so special about Black-eyed Pea?”
“Nothing much. They have good food, but nothing fancy. It is a gay owned restaurant and was the original restaurant before branching out into a chain of restaurants. It is located near several gay bars and gay owned businesses on Cedar Springs.”
By 4:30PM they had run their errands and were dressed ready to go for dinner. Warren was aware that it was early and that the real action in the gay bars would start around nine o’clock or after. They left anyway and headed to the gay area on Cedar Springs. After they had finished eating at the Black-eyed Pea they talked while relaxing and killing time before Warren was going to take Bobby to his first gay bar. Bobby told Warren about the AIDs scare and what had transpired between he and Jason, and the way Jason was acting recently. Warren talked about Patrick and Lucas. Warren had the impression that they were in love and were an item, but were willing to have sex with Warren when he would be in San Diego for a week.
When they went into the first gay bar it had not occurred to Warren that Bobby was underage and could not be served alcohol. Warren got himself a beer and a coke for Bobby. They had not been in the bar very long before some dude came on to Bobby. Warren almost got into a fight with the dude. Warren had only drank about a third of his bottle of beer, but decided to leave before any other trouble started. They went to another bar and Warren ordered another beer and coke for Bobby. Again they had not been there very long when another dude began to fondle Warren and make advances and offered to go home with him and have sex. If Bobby had not been with him, Warren would more than likely have taken the dude on and have fucked him until the sun came up the next morning. Warren offered to take Bobby to another bar, but Bobby told Warren that he had seen enough and wanted to go home.
The sun was just going down when they got back. Bobby got drinks for both he and Warren and they went out and set by the pool watching the sunset and talking. Warren talked some about his previous experiences when he went to different gay bars. He was not particularly interested in going to gay bars because of the excessive drinking and illegal use of drugs. There was always a danger of getting into trouble and getting arrested. If he were arrested in a gay bar, the Army would be notified and his career in the Army would be over. The main attraction to Bobby was being able to dance with men. He could have care less about drinking and getting drunk.
After the sun had set the lights in the swimming pool came on. Warren figured that they were on some kind of timer. He got up and started walking around the pool. He noticed two big gates. When closing the gates there was complete privacy in the pool area and no one could see what was going on. The gates also had a lock on the inside, which would prevent anyone coming in unexpectedly. Upon closing and locking the gate he removed his shoes and clothes, and then took off Bobby’s clothes. He began playing with Bobby’s cock getting it hard. It did not take Bobby every long to get an erection and Warren was also sporting a boner.
Bobby was lying on a lounge. Warren straddled him and while standing up positioned himself so that Bobby could suck on his cock. After Bobby had administered head for a considerable length of time, Warren got off of Bobby. Bobby jumped up and had his own ideas as to what he wanted to do next. He had spotted a rubber blow-up raft. He got it and laid it down on the deck next to the pool. He laid down on it on his back and instructed Warren to do pushups while fucking him in his mouth and sucking him off at the same time. Warren had not had a chance to do his daily calisthenics was glad to oblige Bobby’s request. As Warren began doing his pushups Bobby could hear Warren counting even though his mouth was occupied with Bobby’s cock. Bobby was able to hold onto Warren’s nuts with one hand and using his other hand to hold his own cock in position for Warren to suck on it. Warren had completed well over two hundred pushups seemly effortlessly when he stops. His only reason for stopping was because both he and Bobby were near climaxing and he wanted to fuck Bobby before cumin.
Bobby told Warren to look in his pants pocket and get a condom and lube. Warren smiled and informed Bobby that he had a condom and lube in his own pocket. While Warren was putting on a condom Bobby had rolled over on his stomach anticipating Warren’s big fucktool ramming him in his rear. Warren applied lube up Bobby’s asshole and got on top of him and began doing pushups again but this time was able to count out loud. Again he had done over two hundred more before stopping and having Bobby roll over on his back. Warren put Bobby’s feet on his shoulders and stuck his cock back into Bobby and began fucking him. Both he and Bobby were softly moaning, groaning and expressing themselves. Bobby was jacking on his soft cock and did so until he got hard again while Warren was pounding his ass good. Warren then began jacking on Bobby’s cock in rhythm to his fucking movements. Warren was fully aware by the way that Bobby was breathing and his stomach movements, and expression on his face that he was getting close. Warren attempted and accomplished his goal to get both of them to cum at the same time.
Warren moved back so that Bobby could lower his legs. Warren said, “Just look at you. You certainly made a mess.”
“You are the one that caused me to make a mess.”
Warren said, “If I caused you to make a mess then I will clean it up.”
He got up and picked Bobby up in his arms and walked over by the edge of the pool and dropped Bobby into the water. He then dove in. When Bobby surfaced he started swimming after Warren. Warren would let Bobby get fairly close and then he would take off swimming again. Bobby had chased him up and down the length of the swimming pool several times before giving up. They got out of the water and set on the edge of the pool next to each other for a few minutes until the air had dried them off. They got up and gathered up their clothes. Warren opened the gates they ran buck-naked to the front door and once inside they got into bed. Warren lay down on his side facing Bobby who was lying on his back. Warren put his arm over Bobby’s chest and one his leg over Bobby’s legs.
Warren said, “I suppose that you know how fortunate that you are. You have a new job, a wonderful boss, a nice place to live, and that unbelievable convertible. You have an opportunity to make something of yourself. You have come a long way this summer. You now have the opportunity to pick and chose your sexual partners and perhaps find the one that you want to spend your life with. Perhaps things will work out between you and Jason, but if it doesn’t it is not the end of the world. I just want you to know that if you ever need me, all you have to do is to let me know.”
“Thanks Warren. You came into my life when I needed you the most. I appreciate everything you have taught and done for me. I am so pleased that you have been with me today. Thanks man.”
“You are more than welcome. I have something to tell you. I have dated a man a number of times now. He is a civilian that works on the base at Fort Hood. His name is Mark and he is a physical therapist. We have hit it off very well. It is still too early to tell, but I have fallen for him and I think Mark feels the same way about me. We enjoy having sex together, but more importantly we enjoy each other’s company.”
“I am so happy for you Warren. I hope everything works out for you and Mark. Mark is a lucky man to have someone like you. If everything works out I want to meet Mark.”
“I want Mark to meet you. I know that you and Mark will like each other….I don’t know what time it is getting to be, but you have worn me out and I need to get some sleep.”
“I’ve worn you out? What’s the matter? Are you getting old? I’ve shot off three times today and believe that I can shoot off another load.”
“Bobby, I am going to sleep. If you decide that you want to fuck me, have at it, but don’t wake me up until after the sun comes up in the morning.”
Warren rolled over on his stomach. Bobby reached over and stuck his finger up Warren’s asshole. Warren did not even move a muscle. Bobby removed his finger and lay back down and was amused by not getting any rebuttal from Warren.
It was well after nine o’clock Sunday morning before either of them stirred. They got up and took turns in using the bathroom. While Bobby cooked their breakfast Warren did his calisthenics. After breakfasts they only had on their briefs when there was a knock on the door. Bobby went to the door and Mr. Adams was there holding two large plastic bags. Bobby told him to come in. Mr. Adams came in and set the bags down. Both Bobby and Warren shook his hand.
He said, “Bobby, I could not help but notice yesterday that you and my son are about the same size. I have brought you some of my son’s clothes. I have two more bags at the house. These clothes have never been worn. They are clothes that my wife and I had given Mike. He has refused to wear them. He resented the fact that his mother and I had bought him clothes. He believed that we were trying to tell him how he should dress. You are welcome to any of these clothes and what you don’t want can be given to Goodwill.”
Bobby thanked him and asked him if he wanted to set down and have a cup of coffee. Mr. Adams told him that he needed to get back to his house that he was expecting a couple of important telephone calls. Warren slipped on his pants and shoes and went back with Mr. Adams to get the other two bags.
Bobby opened one of the bags and started pulling out the clothes. There were dress shirts that were still in the origional wrapped cellophane. There were sport shirts, pullovers, sweatshirts, and they were all in perfect shape and Bobby’s size. Warren returned with the other two big bags. Warren started looking at the clothes that Bobby had pulled out of the bag. Warren was flabbergasted. He called Bobby’s attention to the fact that all of the clothing was the top of the line brands and were very expensive. As Bobby removed the clothes from the bag Warren started to stack them into piles. There were blue jeans, shorts, leisure pants, dress trousers, sweat pants, gym shorts, swimsuits, sweaters, suits, coats, ties, caps, scarves, gloves, underwear, socks, handkerchiefs, and even pajamas and robes. It was a complete wardrobe that even the wealthiest would be proud to own. Bobby tried on some of the trousers and suits. Everything fit perfectly. Bobby started to say that there was everything except shoes, and then he discovered that he still had another bag to empty that included dress shoes, loafers, sandals, boots, tennis shoes, and even house slippers which also surprisingly fit. It was like a thousand Christmases all at one time.
It took Warren and Bobby almost an hour to hang the clothes in the closet and put the folded clothes in the chest of drawers. There was hardly any room in the closet for the clothes that Bobby was going to bring from home.
Bobby knew that he only had a short time left before Warren would be going back to Ft Hood and he would be returning home to return his father’s pickup. He wanted to have sex with Warren one more time, and possibly be his last time with Warren.
He caught Warren by surprise. Warren was bending over arranging Bobby’s newly acquired shoes in the closet. Bobby knelt down behind him. He pulled Warren’s briefs down and began rimming his asshole. Warren reached around and took a hold of the cheeks of his ass and spread them giving Bobby freer access to his asshole. Bobby continued to rim Warren and at the same time was jacking on both his and Warren’s cocks. After rimming Warren for some time he began alternating pulling Warren’s cock back between his legs and sucking on it and his balls and then returning to lick and rim his asshole.
After adequately being rimmed Warren stood up and backed away from the closet. He helped Bobby stand up and then Warren got on his knees and began sucking on Bobby’s nice piece of manhood. Warren gave head to Bobby until Bobby’s cock was firm and throbbing. He put a condom on Bobby’s cock and then bent over grabbing a hold of his ankles and told Bobby to fuck his ass. Bobby stuck an inch or so into Warren’s asshole and was going to enter him slowly and give him time to adjust to the intrusion. Warren pushed back forcing Bobby’s entire cock inside his hole. Warren told Bobby to fuck him like a real man and tear his ass up. Bobby went wild. He would grab a hold of Warren’s hips, or his shoulders to get better leverage and was pounding his ass so hard that there was a loud slapping noise of flesh hitting flesh. Bobby had no intention of holding back and delaying his climax. Even if he did the way he was fucking Warren there was no stopping him from shooting off while deep into Warren’s tight clinching asshole.
Soon after Bobby had shot off, Bobby removed and discarded his cum filled condom into a trashcan. Warren had Bobby to lie down on the bed on his back. Warren pulled Bobby down on the bed so that Bobby’s head was hanging off of the edge of the bed. Warren stood at the edge of the bed and bent over putting his cock into Bobby’s mouth and began fucking Bobby in the mouth. He did lean over and attempted to suck Bobby’s limp cock but soon realized that Bobby was spent and could not get another erection. Warren began to concentrate on fucking Bobby’s mouth until he deposited a mother load of cum down Bobby’s throat.
They got up and set down on the bed beside each other. Bobby put his arm around Warren, looked him in the eye, and said, “You are my mentor. You are kind, generous, understanding, and my ideal of a perfect physically attractive man. I could have never asked for a better instructor or person to have my first gay sexual encounters with.”
Warren put his hand on Bobby’s thigh, gently squeeze it, and said, “Bobby it has been my pleasure. You have been a quick learner. You are an excellent sex partner. SHIT! The way your luck has been going you are going to be successful in whatever you want to do.”
“Warren, I feel a little guilty about what I am thinking about doing. I know that Jason has a lot on his mind right now with finals and all, but I don’t believe that excuses him about his attitude towards me, and him not wanting his jock buddies to know that he is seeing and having sex with me. I am thinking about going home and returning my dad’s pickup. Calling Jason and fucking him silly. If his attitude remains the same then I am going to tell him to fuck off. I may be wrong, but I believe when Jason sees my new car and clothes that he will be all over me, but that is not what I want. I want Jason to want me as the person that I am and not for what I have and own. Am I wrong?”
“Bobby, I can’t help you there. What you have said sounds like a good plan and shows your maturity. Just remember that if it does not work out with Jason that there are plenty of other men for you to choose from. You soon will become well established here in Dallas. You are in an ideal situation. Just think about all those good looking male SMU students who want to see and experience what you have hanging between your legs.”
“Yeah. I know that I am lucky. There are not very many guys out there that have been given the chances that I have available to me. I just might take a couple of courses at SMU and if all goes well, I might be able to go to college and work full time. Hell, I just might pledge a fraternity if there are some good looking gay hunks in Phi Kappa Alpha or some other fraternity.”
After some discussion they got dressed, packed their things, and went and had lunch at the SMU Student Center Cafeteria. After lunch Warren left headed back to Ft Hood with anticipating meeting and spending time and perhaps the night with Mark. Bobby left to return his father’s pickup and planned on contacting Jason to determine if there were any hopes for them to have any kind of meaningful relationship in the future. Bobby had a very optimistic outlook on life. He had confidence in himself and knew that he and Warren had a friendship and bond that he could always rely on.
The End.
Note: I have brought Bobby’s First Gay Experience story to a close. It has been an interesting and fun experiment and exercise. I want to offer my thanks to the authors who accepted my challenge and contributed chapters to the story. I hope that the authors enjoyed their participation, and readers enjoyed the various different writing styles and versions of the story.
Kevin
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