Chubby is smiling and shining. He holds his arms out, "I'm sorry you missed your bus. Give me a hug, bro." We hugged and Chubby chuckled, saying, "I hate that haircut!" grinning when he said that. He was so openly friendly, I almost told him about Robby coming out as gay. Holy shit, can I believe I almost told him that? Gawd! Robby trusted me with his secret as I did with him.
As we cook our dinner, Chubby told me he had another good day at work and then told me another of Rickie joke. I could do without anything from Rickie, but nodded, forcing a smile. The joke: Bob had a shitty day on the job, and then he wasn't paying attention while driving home and he rear-ended another car. A dwarf jumps out of the rear-ended car and storms back to yell, "I'm not happy!" Bob says, "You're not happy, huh? Well, which one are you then?" I had to think about it for a second before chuckling, then mumbling, "That's a stretch because no one would yell that."
Chubby shrugged and squeezed my hand. A week ago, he would have gotten me in a headlock for dumping on his joke. How can he be so happy? After dinner we go to my place and ten minutes later the doorbell sounds. I answer the door and Dodger came storming in. "Dylan!" he yelled. Grinning, I yelled, "Dodger!" We hugged quickly as I questioned myself: Did I ever have as much energy as this kid?
Robby, who was parking the pickup truck, came in looking at Chubby, then nervously at me for a second. I could tell that, for a second, he wondered if I'd told Chubby, and then acted realized I hadn't, and acted normally with his greeting for Chubby. We'll all be together at their pool tomorrow night for the barbecue so it's nice that the four of us all get along fabulously. It's like, after Chubby's and my two weeks in Wildwood, we're doing a Dickers' brothers reunion tonight.
Chubby and Dodger get Cokes and sit on my bed playing computer games. Robby is still looking a little apprehensive like maybe he's having second thoughts about coming 'out' to me. I ask, "What's wrong?" He said, "I don't know, Dylan, I'm really nervous about something. Ha, but I don't know what."
I say, "Well I think it's more than cool that you, um, that you like me and trust me. Let me ask you something, though. Ah, besides those little kisses you and your brother do with each other, have you ever kissed another boy?" Robbie goes, "No, have you?"
He was acting so unsure of himself, so shy. If it's even possible for Robby to be more attractive than he already is, his uncertainty, his shyness, makes him seem even more attractive to me. I took a deep breath to cool my emotions a bit, pointed to the ceiling, and said, "We can't do a whole lot with Chubby and Dodger upstairs, but since you have a crush on me, and me on you, maybe we can be each other's first guy to kiss for real. I know how nerdy that sounded, but..."
Robbie started blushing and licking his lips, then nodded and murmured, "We're a couple of nerds, but, oh, God, yeah, let's do it." He stood there, so I walked the three steps to him and said, "First, just a brotherly kiss," and I kissed him on the lips, slower than Dodger and Robby, do it. He blushed and licked his lips again, muttering, "We should have done stuff like this at age twelve or something."
Shrugging, I mutter, "We're a little late to the party, yeah, but better late than never; right?" Then, for the real kiss, I put my hand behind his head to hold him in place and did a three second wet kiss on his lips, and his arms automatically came around me, our noses rubbing together. When I pulled my head away, Robby's eyes were wide and shiny and after a half second his whole body shuddered and he made gasping sounds, catching his breath.
"Oh my God, Dylan, I think I'm going to cum." He was so innocent and young-looking at that moment; I felt I needed to be the strong one between us. So, I felt a great responsibility as if he'd come to me for guidance. I said nothing, just hugged him around his neck with both arms, and then did my best impression of a Willie kiss, and Robby kissed back making a lot of mouth noises as he unconsciously dry humped into my groin. The kiss lasted ten seconds, which is a long time for one kiss. He was gasping for oxygen, much like myself in early experiences with this huge new sexual thrill, heretofore, only dreamed about. The real thing creates sexually-aroused feelings all over your body to such a degree you forget to breathe.
There was a precum wet spot on the front of his shorts. Robby and I are in the finished basement and we both look up when we hear the refrigerator door slam. The kitchen is above us. That's too close for more secret kisses, so I quietly said, "Those were pretty good first kisses. I hope you never forget who shared them with you, as I never will," and then I did a kiss on his lips real fast.
Robby murmured, "I never thought kissing could be that thrilling. Jesus, you make me feel funny, Dylan. I've got it bad for you. I'm a fucking basket case right now. There isn't any way can this be normal, though... right?" I couldn't think of the right thing to say to that, it's flattering, I guess. In some ways, it made me think of Willie in our early days together. I said those kinds of things to Willie early in our romance.
Chubby called down to us, "Dodger and I are going outside. This little peckerwood claims he wants a cigarette. Does he smoke, Robby?" Robby shouts out, "Yeah, he started smoking in sixth grade, the idiot!" Chubby yells back down, "We'll be outside." As I hear the front door close, Robby grins, looks down, then mutters, "We have some time, Dylan. Um, I mean, would you please make a fantasy of mine come true?"
Curious, "Another fantasy? What is it?" He exhales, makes a goofy face, "This is wild, but I've wanted to feel your penis inside me from that first time we talked about me being a school newspaper reported. You were so, um, so something..."
Wow, pressure! After a two second hesitation, I say, "I'm not experienced, Robby, and it would need to be quick. Are you sure you want your first time to be a quickie?" He was very sure he wanted it, quickie or otherwise, so, in a hoarse voice, I said, "Let's do it in the powder room. If they come back inside, we'll at least have a slim chance of not being caught".
Inside the half bath, Robby mutters, "Oh fuck... I'm so nervous. Should I do this, Dylan?" I was in heat now myself, so I say, "I don't know. You're fairly squirrelly, but you've got yourself all worked-up, so we might as well take care of it." I'm as nervous as Robby, but not letting on. He was all wide eyed, looking to me for instructions. I locked the door and began fishing through a first aid kit in the vanity under the sink for some Vaseline. Obviously, I don't have a condom, although it's something I need to consider keeping on hand.
I said, "Get your shorts unbuttoned and pull them down with your jockeys." Neither of the Dickers brothers ever seemed uncomfortable being naked in front of others, and that's a surprise because of their small penises, but they've dealt with that long ago, I guess. When Robby's shorts were around his knees, I say "Bend over some and lean on that towel rack. I'm going to lube your asshole with Vaseline, it's messy but it's all I've got, and we need lube."
Robby has that little boy scared expression, so I say, "Don't worry Robby, you'll be fine. If it hurts too much, tell me and I'll stop immediately. The other thing is, we don't need to do this now!" He nodded and bit his bottom lip for the tenth time, as he reached back to touch his hole, murmuring, "I'm ready, and thank you for doing this." Pulling down my shorts, I stared at the two perfect mounds of his ass. Each buttock, firm and full, situated there at the top of slim, muscular, thighs. Excellent!
Not a hair in sight when I pushed a Vaseline coated finger up his ass. Robbie leaned forward and grabbed the towel rack with both hands, his head resting on the back of his hands. As my fingers slid inside him. In and out, and he quietly moaned, "Ahhhh." I worked my finger around and thought to myself, "Fuck! This is tight. It's going to feel awful good on my cock."
I was hot and aroused now. I said, "It will probably hurt some at first, but the hurt shouldn't last too long. Your tunnel will expand to handle my skinny dick." I rubbed Vaseline on the skinny shaft of my penis that became a boner after four or five strokes. My fist was sliding easily in the Vaseline. It's messy, but slippery, especially on the hot body parts. Poking his hole with the rose-colored head of my hard dick a few times caused precum to squeeze out through the Vaseline. Oh, jeez, that was quick! I needed to stifled a moan of pleasure because it was too soon to show how erotic this was for me. This isn't my first sex, but it's only my second time doing the fucking.
"Ready, Robby? I'm pushing my boner in now and it'll hurt a little." He nods, so I did a solid hump, and the head of my cock tightly slid past his sphincter muscle. Puffing out my cheeks, I held my breath to keep from squealing with delight. That felt fantastic! Holding my breath to again keep from moaning at the pleasure sensation swarming up and down and all around my penis. Robby grunted, "It hurts; don't do more. It hurts."
For just a second, I thought: What a wimp! Then remembered it's his first time. I murmured, "Let's try a little more." He didn't object, so I pushed in two more inches. Robbie was making breathy sounds, his face against the small hand-towel hanging on the rack. Then, he's shaking his head like he wanted me to stop. It felt too good on my cock to stop, and I knew he'd feel better soon, so I did a big push all the way in until my shaved crotch was flush with his hairless ass cheeks. The Vaseline had warmed and excess rolled down both of Robby's buttocks. He mutters, "This isn't good, I don't want to do it."
He doesn't know the pleasure that's right around the corner, so I need to be firm long enough for him to experience it. If that pleasure isn't worth the pain, he isn't going to want to be a bottom again, and that will be a huge disappointment. I didn't say anything, just stayed fully inside him and gently rubbed his shoulders. It felt fabulous on my boner, different than Willie's ass somehow, but I only did it with him once, so I don't have every detail down pat.
I watched with apprehension to see if he'd start relaxing the tenseness in his body. Hardly breathing myself, I think I saw his body relax and then his whole body was definitely slowly losing its stiffness. I waited a little longer and then there it was, Robby let out a quiet moan, "Ohhh," and I had him hooked. He was going to be hooked on being a bottom just like I am. He may like topping, too, but nothing matches the feeling of being fucked up the ass, especially when someone you've got the hots for is doing it.
"Feeling better, Robby?" He mumbles, "Uh-huh," so I did short thrusts, about three-inch humps and he pushed his ass back at each one. It was time to fuck him for real, and I began doing full thrusts, picking up some speed. After each thrust, he moaned, "Ah," his ass pushed up and back. I reached around him and felt his hard four-inch boner, his normal size nuts were hard and at the top of his sac. I could tell he was getting ready to blow, so I rabbit fucked him "Ah!Ah!Ah!Ah!Ah!" until his rectum tightened so hard on the shaft of my boner, I let out a long "Ohhhhhhhhh," and fired off my climax into his bowels.
Robby had fired off a long single, hard stream of cum. I knew because I heard the subtle 'Splat' sound when it flew one foot to splat against the wall. My climax was three nice strings of cum. I could tell there were three by the way my pee slit burned quickly three separate times, once for each squirt. His rectum was slimy now and not nearly as tight. Robby had a mouthful of that little hand-towel and his head was going back and forth with the waves of orgasmic pleasure. When he took the towel out of his mouth he continued with a low, "Ah, ah ah," as I slowly did some after-climax thrusting.
What a great asshole he has. I rubbed my hands over his back, down to his waist and grabbed fistfuls of his buttocks, clenching and unclenching my fist. I hate to say this, but I felt very dominant over Robby at that moment, doing long exhales as if I'd done something exhausting. That was creepy of me, especially when considering the entire fuck took less than three minutes. When Robby shot off and tightened his sphincter in that death grip on my cock, it was all over for me. I loved it though, loved each second of each of the three minutes. Pulling out of Robby, he moaned, "No! Ah, oh, oh," and I turned him around and hugged him, our cocks had cum drooling off them, but we didn't care. I kissed him and Robby mumbled, "I need to sit down, Dylan. I feel feint."
What a great three minutes with Robby that was. It was over, though; his first time was over forever. His cherry was gone. I wanted to do it again, but he was over-stimulated and he looked pale. I got a cold wet washcloth to put on his face. Then, after wiping my cock the best I could for now, I knew that Vaseline is hard to clean off, but that sex was worth the trouble. I pulled up my shorts, then went out and got Robby a cold drink. He was laying back against the toilet tank, coming down from the sexual thrill, thus far, of his life. I knew the feeling well; it had happened to me not too long ago.
With Robby's cold drink in my hand, I peeked out to the street, and saw Chubby and Dodger smoking and jawing at one another, giving each other the bird and laughing. With Chubby in good spirits again, he and Dodger are like two peas in a pod.
Relaxed now that we're not rushed, I take the soft drink to Robby. He mutters, "Thanks," and after he drank some of it, he said he was feeling okay. I helped clean him up, wiping as much of the Vaseline off his dick as I could. Then, after putting toilet paper in his jockey underwear so it would absorb more cum drooling, I spotted Robby's big cum splat on the tiled wall and cleaned that up.
Robby smiled his special smile, saying, "I'm okay now, Dylan. My emotions took over for a while there and overwhelmed me. That climax I had was the single most exhilarating moment in my life. I had no idea such a thrilling, indescribable feeling could happen." I patted his shoulder, feeling wonderful for not letting him down. Still, I had a lot of contemplating to do about this exceptional development. Who do I love: Willie or Robby, or how can I love both?
To be continued........
