Chapter Sixty-Five - Time Trials
Richard, obviously an over-achiever, arrived early for my drink-at-six invitation. He offered to “help” which was nice but unnecessary. Nature in the form of Mrs. Lucketts' cheap refrigerator freezes the vodka. Or almost freezes it.
“I could wash glasses,” he volunteered.
“They're in the freezer already full of vodka,” I explained. “Just sit tight, watch TV or something. I'm going to take a quick shower.”
“I could wash your back,” he volunteered. “Or anything else that needs washing ...” He must have assumed I'd say yes, because he started pulling off his shirt.
“Richard … uh … I didn't invite you over here to have sex with you.” He face fell. “I invited you because you're open and cheerful and I have a friend who needs cheering up.” His interest perked up slightly.
“You're fixing me up with your ugly friend?”
“He's not ugly, just a little down lately. He's gay, obviously, but he's shy, reluctant to make the first move. Just be friendly, laugh at his jokes, and get him talking. Oh, and don't drink too much. You're underage.”
“I have an ID,” he protested.
“That says you're twenty-one? Does anybody believe it?”
“They don't care, as long as I have it. Well, aren't you gonna take your shower?”
“Are you gonna stand there and watch?”
“Can I? You're pretty much the hottest guy I've ever seen.” He finished taking his shirt off and started pushing down the satin basketball shorts he was wearing.
“No.” I had to laugh at his eagerness as I closed the bathroom door. I hurried the shower and decided, probably a mistake, to walk naked to my bedroom. A little showing off wouldn't hurt; or am I getting really kinky, flashing a kid like Richard? He watched me with his mouth open, making me feel decidedly old and perverse. What a mistake! I dressed quickly and returned to find him channel surfing.
“Racer … do you shave your pubic hair?”
“I trim it. Somebody once told me, 'You don't want your partner pulling hair out of his teeth all night.' I don't know … it feels the same to me, but my ex-boyfriend liked it.”
“Awesome. It makes your dick look humongous.”
“It IS humongous,” I told him with a straight face. “Kidding!” I added and George arrived, saving me further discussion of that topic.
I introduced them and went into the kitchen to get the vodkas. George followed. “Racer,” he whispered, “He's SOOO young! But he's cute.”
“He's very shy, George,” I whispered back. “Work at getting him out of his shell, make him feel comfortable.”
Things were a little edgy until we were onto our second vodkas. Richard and I were sitting on the floor of the porch leaning back against the apartment wall while George sat opposite. The sun was down already but the sky was light and what was left of the day was still hot.
“Why do you keep staring at me?” Richard asked George.
“Your shorts are, uh, pretty short, sliding up your legs like that – and baggy. I'm trying not to stare, but I can't help it. I can see your penis.” Richard gasped and clamped his knees together while tugging on the hem of his shorts to pull them to his knees. “I'm sorry,” George added. “I shouldn't have said anything. I should have been polite and moved over to where y'all are sitting.” He got up and moved over against the wall so we all looked out at the parking lot. “It's a nice penis, really, a very nice one. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Comments like that are not helpin', George,” I teased.
“Are those James Madison colors? I went there. Graduated two years ago,” George tried changing the subject to the purple and gold color of Richard's shorts, ignoring their content.
“Really? I'm goin' in September,” Richard said, trying to get over his embarrassment. They started going a mile a minute about JMU and I went to refill the glasses. When I came back, they had moved into the living room and were sitting on the sofa. I gave them the drinks with a caution.
“Don't spill. My roommate sleeps there. Anybody getting' hungry?”
They more or less ignored my question and went back to talking about school. Despite my warning, George spilled a little of his drink and went into the kitchen to get a towel. We watched him go.
“He has a cute ass,” Richard whispered. “And he's only twenty-five. That's not so old. Not really,” he said in a voice that said twenty-five is ancient.
“I believe men twenty-five can still get it up, if that's what you're talking about.” I didn't try to keep my voice down. Richard was blushing again when George returned.
“Of course we can,” George said. “How did that subject come up?”
“Richard was saying ...” Richard was saved from further mortification by Latham's arrival. I stood to offer him a drink.
“Love one. Guess what?” Latham was excited. “I'm officially a senior! As of today I'm a high school senior! And I owe it all to you, Racer.” Impulsively he hugged me and when that didn't seem like enough to express his emotions he kissed my cheek with a loud smack. Introductions and explanations were made and then George apologized for spilling a drink on Latham's sofa bed.
“In that case, you and your boyfriend can sleep in it tonight,” Latham answered.
“What? We're not ...”
“You're not driving home half drunk! That's what you're not doing. There a lot of Friday night traffic out there,” Latham insisted.
“He's not my boy friend,” George continued.
“It's a big double sofa. Y'all could spent a week and still be strangers at the end of it, if that's what you want,” I commented. “But where will you sleep? Are you going out?” I asked Latham.
“I'm sleeping with you, of course. It's a double bed. We could spend a week and still be … no, that would mean I'd miss school or work or something.” Latham looked totally delighted with his idea.
“Is that ok with you?” George carefully asked Richard. No pressure. Richard could back out in an instant if that was what he wanted. Richard gulped and nodded without saying a word. “Nothing has to happen. Nothing at all,” he said very quietly just for Richard's ears.
“Put on channel 24,” Latham said. “I understand there may be something interesting ...” I switched to one of the local channels and it was just ads for a bit. “Wait for it ...” Latham continued. He sat on the floor next to the sofa, making me thing maybe I needed to buy a chair next. “Sit with me, Race. You're gonna like this.”
Once the ads were over, the fifteen minute sports update began. It was B. J. and Susan talking about local events for the weekend and coming week. They covered high school swim meets, local minor league baseball teams, and amateur soccer leagues It was just about over when a video of me getting out of one of the team Chevies came on. “Remember him, girls!” Susan said enthusiastically.
“Watch! See how she's rubbing her legs together!” Latham commented. “I bet she dreams about you, Racer.”
“Well, he's our local boy Racer and he's racing in Ona, West Virginia, this coming week. That's only a four hour drive away, ladies! And he's single!” Susan said.
“Did I mention I went to high school with him?” B. J. smiled at the camera.
“Only every time his name comes up,” Susan replied I thought a little testily as the show ended.
“Awesome! My roommate's famous!” Latham almost shouted and kissed my cheek again. “What?” he queried at the look I gave him. “It's a sign of respect and gratitude.”
We had another vodka each – Latham had a double to catch up, he said – before going to bed. We went into my bedroom and closed the door. I usually sleep naked but decided to keep my underwear on this time. So did Latham, those sexy blue ones that he had a bunch of. He must KNOW how hot he looks in those, I thought to myself. I whispered an explanation of what I was trying to cook up with George and Richard.
“I figured it was something like that,” he whispered back. “I'm gonna check on 'em.” He swung his legs out of bed. “You got some condoms in that drawer?” he asked, looking at my nightstand. I nodded and he grabbed some. He left the door ajar when he went out.
“What! You're not sleeping in MY BED in street clothes! Would you do that at home?” he lectured our guests; I almost burst out laughing.
“Latham, Richie and I hardly know each other ...” George answered.
“Richie, is it now?” Latham chuckled. “Get 'em off and here … here's condoms and some lube.”
“You think I'm going to ...”
“I don't know what you're going to do. I'm just supplying the equipment in case anything comes up. Get it? Comes up!” Latham laughed and came back into the bedroom trying to keep from laughing even harder.
“What's got into you tonight?” I giggled.
“I'm a SENIOR!” He kissed me again, a very brief kiss of friendship, and then rolled over on his side facing away from me.
“You've gotta stop doing that,” I cautioned.
“No, I don't,” he mumbled back. After a few minutes of silence he called my name, “Racer?”
“What?”
“If you get the urge, just wake me up, ok.”
“I won't,” I answered.
“Just sayin' … if you do ...” He said no more and before long I listened to his deep and regular breathing.
A thousand thoughts keep me awake. They boiled down to this: I had the urge, I was dying to wake him up, and I'd be damned if I would. It's those fuckin' blue underwear. He HAS to know how hot he looks in them. He HAS to know how sexy he is.
During the night, out of the habit of sleeping with somebody, I woke a couple times. At one point he was almost hugging me. Not quite, but lots of him was touching lots of me. I couldn't resist. I kissed his forehead. He didn't respond at all, but I sensed he was aware I did it.
I woke alone and looked at my phone. It was after eight; Latham always left for school by about seven. I pulled on some sweats and headed for the kitchen. An OJ mouthwash wouldn't be a bad thing at all. George was also alone on the sofa still asleep, clutching part of the sheet to his chest, the rest of him naked. He had a pretty healthy erection showing.
“Morning, George,” I called out loudly. “Sleep well?” An inchoate moan was my answer. He rolled over and moaned again with a loud “OW!” as his motion forced his cock into a bend it didn't want to take. “It's past eight, George. You need to be anywhere?”
“Yes … No … Fuck it ...” He rolled onto his side. “Don't be too long in there. I might need to throw up,” he groaned as I went for the bathroom.
I hurried my business. “Bathroom is CLEAR!” I reported in a loud distinct shout, the way they do on cop shows.
He groaned again, rolled onto his back, and quickly covered up his erection. “Oh, what the fuck … it's nothing you haven't seen before.” He got up and went naked into the bathroom. I heard pissing noises followed by the sound of the shower.
I hustled over to Deja Brew, a new breakfast place and ordered a couple big coffees, two muffins and two scones to go. These had better be good, I thought, gulping at the prices. I got back to the apartment and found George fully dressed sitting in the kitchen. His still-damp hair was lying very flat and close to his head giving him a comical look I hadn't seen before. “Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you,” he said seeing what I had brought back.
“Did you and Richard have a nice night?” I asked innocently.
“He left at six, right after Latham left. He said he and some friend are going job hunting. Latham, Racer, now there's an interesting development.”
“No changing the subject. I asked you first. You and Richard ...” I raised my eyebrows asking for more.
“There are two very nice things about Richard. First of all, he's eager to try things. Anything, I guess. AND, he stays hard after he comes, which is useful when he comes first, which he ALWAYS does … in my limited experience.” George looked at me with a hard, critical glare and then his face cracked into a smile. “He's very cute and he's very willing and he tries his best. I could wish for more experience, I guess, and maybe more endurance; but that comes with age, which he lacks. Ok, is that full enough report?”
“I like the stays-hard-after-he-comes part.”
“For all I know he stayed hard all night. I'm sure he stayed hard between the first time he fucked me and the second. And he might have stayed hard for the third, but I
can't swear to that. I dozed a little. Did I say he's very cute? I don't mean his looks, exactly; I mean his outlook. Kind of 'I got this fabulous new cock thing working and it doesn't seem to wear out, so can we try that other thing you mentioned.' He's sweet.”
“What other thing did you mention?”
“Doggy; I thought it might slow him down. I was wrong.” A rueful smile showed George's wish that it had.
“Weren't you tempted to ...” I didn't get to finish; George was way ahead of me.
“He's coming over to my place tonight. We're gonna try. I figured last night you didn't need any virginal screams waking up the neighbors. He wanted to try, but I talked him out of it.” George paused for a bite of scone and some coffee. “Ok, now … abut you and Latham! Tell!”
“There's nothing to tell.”
“He kissed you twice. I saw him.”
“On the cheek. He said it's symbolic of respect and gratitude for letting him live here and getting him to go back to school. Nothing happened. We shared the bed but nothing happened. I swear.”
“Racer, the way he looks at you … There's more going on than gratitude. He's in LOVE with you.”
“I don't think so, George.”
“Well, maybe not … that's for you to decide; but the BLUE UNDERWEAR!!!! My GOD!!!”
“I know. He's got a dozen pairs of 'em. Drives me crazy.”
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