Feeling good about making a decision, even if it's a dubious one, I've decided to spend that one night with Joel to get it over with once and for all!
I finished my cigarette and wondered where Robby was. Then I saw the pick-up was loaded and ready to go, so I ran inside to find him and almost collided with him coming out. I said, "Where you been?" He mutters, "In a toilet stall, and don't ask why," and grinned shyly at me, making me laugh. Did he mean he was jerking off in there? I'm not asking.
We did a quick, spontaneous hug and then went to the pickup and climbed into the backseat, glancing at each other, grinning like a couple of goof-offs. Damn, we got it bad for one another. In front, Joel is riding shot-gun and Toby's driving. Off we went for a day of grass cutting, raking, and cleaning-up behind us. It wasn't too hot, so the morning went nicely. At lunch Robby sat too close to me, but I couldn't say anything or it would draw more attention to us. Toby told a joke halfway through lunch that at first, we didn't realize was a joke.
Lisping badly, he goes, "Did you guys hear about Apple's latest product announcement? They're putting out breast implants now, and the implants can store and play music. It's called the iTit, and is priced at $499 and up, depending on the cup size and the size of the speaker inside the tit."
Joel mutters, "That sounds like a load of bullshit, Toby," and Toby says, "No, it's not bullshit; it's a fucking joke, Joel," and he lisp on with the joke, "The iTit has been hailed as a major social breakthrough because woman are always complaining about men staring at their tits and not listening to them."
Toby laughed at his own joke and the rest of us chuckled and groaned good naturedly, except Joel, who said, "Dumb joke, Toby! No one listens to women's tits, that's stupid." Wow, Joel isn't too bright! Robby and I exchanged 'looks' like, seriously? When no one said anything, Joel looked at me and I smiled nicely as if he'd made a good point there. He did a nod of approval. He's clueless, so it's going to be a long, tedious weekend with him. Maybe I better rethink that.
When Joel had given me the approving nod of his head, I went to grab my can of soda, but knocked it over. Quick as a flash Robby jumped up and picks up the can saying, "I'll get you a new one, Dylan," and before I can say anything, he runs over to the cooler in the back of the truck, gets me a can of Coke, pops the tab on it, hands it to me, and then cleans up the spilled soda with paper towels he'd brought back with him. My mouth was hanging open watching him take care of me like that.
He mopped up the spill with a handful of paper towels and peeked back at me. I mumbled, "Gee, thanks, Robby! I owe you one, bro." Self-consciously, I glanced at Toby and Joel who had curious expressions, and I don't blame them. I've got to ask Robby to cool it or he'll give us away.
At the end of the day, Robby sat too close to me in the backseat, sneaking peeks over at me the entire ride as I tried being oblivious. We can get away with his behavior once, maybe two days in a row, but no more than that before someone says a comment about fags or queers or something to that affect. I've got to talk seriously with Robby again but I'd be lying if I said his attention to me didn't still give me a buzz in my balls. Man, I guess I can see how that kind of behavior towards you could become addictive.
It was kind of fun having him acting sort of submissive to me, but I'm determined not to let it go to my head like those guys do at Willie's prep school, getting dominant and bossy as if their better than Willie. Robby's almost on my lap again. Hiding a smile, I hit him gently with my elbow, leaned over and quietly said, "I got an itch at the center of my back. Would you give it a good scratch for me?" I was kidding, but Robby took it seriously and scratched my back.
Jesus, we've only been gay buddies for only twenty-four hours! I gave him a goofy look, mumbling, "I was kidding." He shrugged, "I know," but he finished scratching anyway. Back at the shop we're alone in the locker room, everyone else heads right for their cars after changing. It's Wednesday night, so I go to the Dickers house for a barbecue/pool party tonight. Dodger and Chubby will be there before we get there.
Robby and I wait until his mom and dad handle the paperwork and close up the shop for the day. While changing and picking-up the swimsuits I'm thinking about how to again try getting Robby to cool being overly attentive to me. We should act like friends, but no more. I wander down to his locker just as he's closing it and, trying to sound casual, I say, "Hey, being your gay buddy is a blast." He stands right next to me, beaming at my comment, quietly saying, "Me too. It makes me tingle allover, little shivers being near you."
I'm not prepared for the way he comes right out and says things like that, and he's so-fucking-good-looking, too! He looks me in the eyes and says excitedly, "Let's not waste this time talking, Dylan. Let's make-out." A very enticing idea, but I said, "Look, um, I loved making out with you, but, ah, it would be smart of us if, when we're with other guys we try to stop acting like we're love sick teenaged girls." I fake a laugh, and add, "Heh-heh, you know, when we're around each other we over do it a little."
Robby looks hurt, mumbling, "You're referring to my behavior," and I jump in with, "No, not just you! I'm included my behavior, too. I mean, I feel a little like a love-sick teen around you, too, but we can't let on. We've got to control our emotions. Okay?" I was concerned mostly about the way he was hanging all over me, but I didn't want to come right out and say that again because it might imply he's stupid or something, and the last thing I want to do is hurt his feelings.
He didn't get defensive, he actually agreed that guys on the job would probably start to notice us giving one another too much attention, so he's not to be so close to me in public. But, to be funny, he then leaned over and licked across my mouth and wrapped me in his arms, mumbling, "I shouldn't do stuff like this in public, right, Dylan?"
I mutter, "Probably not," and he let go of me, smiling and rubbing my head. It's so fucking flattering he likes me so much, and he has this great attitude about everything we talk about. He's such a good guy. He's a guy's guy, not some fem acting guy.
Outside, waiting for his parents I lit a cigarette and Robby snuck some drags off it; his folks don't know he smokes. In an off-hand manner I asked, "Hey, what about Dodger? Do you brothers have much gay playtime together?" He coughed as he exhaled and sputtered, "Dodger? He's the straightest guy I know! I'd never even confide in him that I'm gay, never mind suggest we suck each other off or anything. Fuck! He may be the last person on earth I tell I'm gay. Jesus!"
I stared at him a few seconds and, yeah, he's serious. He doesn't know Dodger is gay? How could he NOT know, though?" I muttered, "I was obviously kidding! Christ, you're as brilliant as Joel" Robby's laughing at how crazy the thought of Dodger being gay was. I was laughing along, but it was mostly nervous laughing because it was scary/weird he wouldn't know about his brother. They do the brotherly kiss and. I thought one of them said they jerk each other off or suck each other, or... I don't know!
His parents were finally ready to leave, so I nodded at Robby to get in the shotgun seat, and I sat in back. We didn't say much during the ride because his parents had a lot to say to each other about the business. It's going great guns, so that's good news.
At the house, Robby and I take our time in the little pool house getting our bathing suits on. I'm still astounded that Robby's clueless about Dodger's gayness. I say, "It was a joke about Dodger and you doing gay shit together, but how about that quick as a wink kiss you boys do on the lips all the time?"
Taking his shorts off, he rolled his eyes and said, "Yeah, I can see where that's odd, but we don't think anything about it. It's a habit from doing that quick hello-kiss ever since I was four years old and he was two. And, I guess, now we don't know how to stop. It's like who will hurt whose feelings by suggesting we stop. Mostly, though, we don't even realize we're doing it. We are super close as brothers, though."
Wow, super close and he's oblivious to the minor detail Dodger is gay like him? Huh? I believed him about the kiss habit, though. That happened to Chubby and me way back when we were little kids, with our weird way of watching TV, hugging on the chaise lounge. Of course, Chubby just put a stop to most of our intimate childhood stuff. He wasn't concerned about whose feelings got hurt.
Right after we'd talked about it, we met Dodger and Chubby around the pool, and the brothers did their quick kiss right in front of their parents, so it wasn't a secret thing. I looked sat Robby, but he went to say hi to Chubby. Then Chubby said hello to Mr. and Mrs. Dickers and a quick one arm hug for Robby, then me. I said, "Hi, Chub! Whassup, bro? He rubbed my shoulder and said, "You're what's up, Dylan... always."
The parents got started on the barbeque as us four guys drifted to the pool. Jumping or diving in, we all swam a few laps, then we ragged on Dodger about not making the Olympics with him yelling, "I didn't even try out for them..." Dodger is easy to get riled up. I can take ten minutes in the pool, but once I'm cooled off, then I'd rather be sitting on a beach chair around the pool. Robby and Chubby are into some competition as Dodger pulled a chain over and sits beside me. He smirks at me, and I grin, shake my head, and mutter, "Don't do anything crazy, Dodger. I never know what to expect next from you."
He says, "I'll bet that you've been dreaming about me fucking you in the pool again." I remember feeling his four-inch boner up my ass and had to stifle a moan as my dick moved. He's right, I would like to have him do me again, exactly like he did the first time and this time I'd pay closer attention to how great it felt, rather than concentrating on getting him to stop. I remembered my climax from that stubby four-inch boner fucking my asshole. Omigod, that was a fantastic orgasm and that made me think of Robby's four-inch penis.
Looking at Dodger, I mutter, "I won't dignify that with a response." Smirking, he says, "That was a response right there, Dylan. Don't you know anything?" I start to say I have no more to say, but Mr. Dickers calls us to the picnic table, "Dinners ready boys. Let's go guys while it's hot!"
He didn't need to call us twice. Barbecue baby back ribs, little red bliss potatoes cooked on the grill so the skin is crispy and the potato meat creamy smooth with some butter and salt inside the skin. Of course, corn on the cob again and a big plate of sliced tomatoes and crisp slices of cucumbers. On the table was a bottle of Ken's Italian salad dressing to put on the tomatoes and cucumbers.
Chubby and I exchanged glances when we saw the salad dressing. I know we both thought back to that dinner we had together at Ken's Steak House a couple of months ago. The restaurant sells their signature salad dressing in supermarkets, that's how good it is. We gave a half smile to each other remembering the fight I got into later that night and Chubby jumping in to protect me. He didn't need to, but I'm glad he thought he did. I know that's what he's thinking, and it's so awesome knowing someone so well you can read their mind. I love Chubby. I'm always going to love Chubby.
The four of us boys ate a pile of those tangy barbecue spare ribs telling Mr. Dickers what a great grille chef he was. We flipped a coin and tonight it was Robby and me going for the iced cold watermelon. Before we left, though, Robby wanted to brush his teeth and floss, which is so typically of him. I walked up to his bedroom with him.
It's a small bathroom off his bedroom and he went in there. I leaned against the door jamb as he brushed his teeth, mumbling about the rib meat and corn getting between his teeth. Stuff like that doesn't bother me or Chubby, or Willie either now that I think about it. Willie and me make out right after eating sometimes, and I know Robby's thinking of us making out and the food between his teeth. I wonder what he thinks about the food between my teeth?
When Robby was done brushing, he handed his toothbrush to me. What? Are you kidding me? That's what he thinks about the food between my teeth? Does he think I want to brush my teeth with his toothbrush? He gargled and spit, then, as he pulled off a strip of floss he asked, "Do you need more toothpaste, Dylan?"
In a trance, I shook my head and put his dripping toothbrush in my mouth and began brushing my teeth. This was so fucking sexy, though! Holy shit, I got a nice boner that got harder the longer I brushed and the more I thought about Robby using this toothbrush a minute ago on those beautiful teeth of his.
After he'd flossed and rinsed out really well again, he casually said, "I'll get some money and meet you at the pick-up." With a mouth full of toothpaste that contained an ample supply of Robby's saliva, and with my rock-hard boner pushing out the front of my bathing suit, I shake my head and mumble, "Wait a second," and rinsed out. I whispered, "Using your toothbrush got me horny," and I got my arms around his neck and began to make-out, trying to do it like Willie does it to me.
Robby was quickly glued to my body with his tongue lapping mine and both of us moaning and humping against one another. His scent was intoxicating to me, as was his clear bubbly saliva, mixed with some of my own. It began smearing around our mouths, chins, noses, and cheeks. We rubbed our peppermint-flavored spit back and forth on our slippery noses, making funny whining sounds of pleasure. I forgot about doing things like Willie; instead, Robby and I, more and more, made-up stuff our way. He was a very fast learner and from our first kiss yesterday afternoon he was hot to the concept of making-out as much as I was.
I put my hand down the front of his swimsuit and stroked his short boner the same way I used to occasionally stroke Chubby's short boner, using only two fingers and my thumb. Robby's face felt so warm as we continued kissing and licking each other, his hand was inside my boardie by now stroking me off using his fist. I gasped out, "Wait a second," and, letting go of his hardon for a second, I pulled my swim suit down to my knees, and he did the same. Then, without commenting, we're back in each other's arms, kissing and rubbing our boners together.
It was hotly arousing, so we went back to jerking each other off as we continued sucking each other's mouth. He blew his load of cum on my belly and I returned the favor ten seconds later. Cum drooled from our boners and down our bellies as we moaned and swapped spit and hugged one another's slim body. Awesome, just awesome!
We got up tight against one another, our mixed cum all over our bellies and groin as we squirmed together in ecstasy. I couldn't imagine anything feeling better. But, the glow of climax fades rather quickly and we realized we'd been in his bathroom maybe ten minutes. If we stayed much longer, we'd need to think of an explanation. This time it was Robby who had some common sense and he broke away, mumbling, "We better get cleaned up and head out for the watermelon, don't you think, Dylan?" I'm like, "Huh? Oh, yeah, we should."
I was use to Willie making all the calls like that one. I'd just relax and enjoy myself until Willie decides we need to do something else. I guess I forgot my job with Robby. I'm supposed to be in charge here. With our swimsuits still at our knees we stiff-legged to the sink and washed our bellies and cocks, but wound-up in each other's arms again, making-out like wild animals again. I'm not sure which one of us started it.
Two minutes later we both had boners again, but we're both breathing like we've got emphysema or something. Rasping, out-of-breath gulping for air, over-stimulated, we back our heads away, staring at one another, still holding the other's waist breathing roughly for a few seconds and then we break out laughing.
It was cool the way we started laughing at the same time. I say, "This is fucking nuts. Somebody needs to separate us before we kill each other." It just struck us as so funny that we were in such heat for one another. It was out of control alright, but fun. Still chuckling, we cleaned-up. Robby got his wallet, threw me one of his T-shirts to wear, pulled another T-shirt over his head, and we went downstairs and out the backdoor. No one said a thing about us taking fifteen minutes to brush our teeth.
We talked briefly with his parents about the watermelon. They didn't want one as big as Robby got last week because us boys got into a watermelon fight, blah, blah, blah. Robby drove the pickup truck as I light up a cigarette for us to share. We were quiet for a little bit and then he said, "Is our messing around together as much fun for you as it is for me?" I nod, "It really rocks. It's great." Then some more silence before he says, "You never said who you do gay stuff with. Chubby, maybe?"
I told him Chubby and me don't do anything gay together, except a few times we jerked each other off. Robby said that he and Dodger jerked off occasionally, but that is normal for brothers." Jeez, he has an odd idea of normal. He said Dodger is straight, totally heterosexual, but yet they jerk off together. What?
When I just shrug, he asked, "Aren't you and Chubby as close as brothers?" I say, "Yes, but we aren't as close intimately as you and Dodger. Not too many brothers are, I wouldn't think. That's not a put down, Robby. I think it's great that you and Dodger are tight." He says, "If it's not Chubby, who do you do gay stuff with. Me and who else, if you don't mind me asking?"
Lying comes easily to me, but should I lie? I only hesitated a few seconds and then told him about Carl Denton and me, which flabbergasted him. I didn't get into details, saying, "You know, I don't think it's right to tell tales out of school, and that I wouldn't tell anyone details of you and me."
We'd been at the farm stand fifteen minutes, sitting in the parking lot talking about my sex life. I said, "Let's get the fucking watermelon." He fished a medium sized watermelon out of a tub of ice water. It cost eleven dollars which seemed a lot to me and made me wonder how much Mr. and Mrs. Dickers were spending on our barbecues every week. We headed back to the house only to have Robby pull off a side road at a sign reading DEAD END.
I'm like, "What's up, Robby?" He frowns, "Ah, aren't you going to do, you know, with me like before? I brought a tube of Vaseline." This took me off guard because we'd just wacked-off less than an hour ago, but right away I got excited, and asked, "Is it safe to do it here?" He assured me it was very secluded as he slipped off his boardie swimsuit. I gulped and pulled mine down. His penis was half a semi-stiffy and I wanted to suck it.
"Ah, Robby, you might like this," and I had him scoot over to my shotgun seat as I knelt on the floor in front of him. I fondled his penis a little bit saying, "I'm going to suck your cock, okay?" His face was bright red as he tried to say something that came out as a squeak, but he nodded. I leaned down and holding his stiffening penis up, licked his balls and then all under his scrotum, down near his asshole.
Wow, his hole was very clean which, knowing him by now, shouldn't surprise me at all. I pulled on his legs a little to get Robby almost lying on that wide truck seat with his legs on either side of my head. His feet were up against the dash board. He went, "Ohhhh," as I licked near his asshole and then up the bottom of his scrotum sucking his nuts into my mouth.
He tasted like chlorine at first and the chlorine masked his personal smell too, which disappointed me. His cock was as hard as a cock can get by now, so I used my tongue to push his sloppily wet nut bag out of my mouth and lapped up the backside of his four-inch boner and then sucked the head into my mouth.
As I've said many times, I like sucking young guys' cocks and that's all there is to it. If you're young, preferably cute, I'm your cock sucker, dude. I loved doing it and sucked it and licked it till he groaned, "I'm just about ready to cum, Dylan," so I reluctantly let his hard boner slip out of my mouth, and asked, "How'd you like that?" He goes, "Oh, God, Dylan, I never had any idea it would be so hot or would feel so good. I loved it!"
He had the tube of Vaseline in his hand throughout the whole blow-job so it was warmed up nicely. I said, "Let's try it just like this," and I lubed his anus, then my boner. When I got fully up on my knees it was just the right height to push the head of my cock against his tight rosebud asshole, but he was really tense and it was closed tightly, so I said, "Relax, just relax." I played with his hole using the pad of my index finger until it slid inside and I slowly finger fucked him until he was squirming on the seat of the pickup truck.
He said, "I'm ready now. Please put your cock inside me. I'm so hot for you to fuck me again. Oh shit, Dylan, I'm all squirmy and my hole itches for you. I swear I never felt like this before." I didn't tease him, I pushed against his hole hard and my boner went up inside him three inches at least. He lifted right up off the seat using his arms to keep him up for a few seconds before sitting back down. I pushed in all the way then, and with a real red face he whispered "Ouch," but not like he was really in pain.
Both of us straining to lean forward, our lips met for a really sloppy kiss. We almost spit saliva on each other's face. Saliva was spraying and our slippery faces were once again sliding against one another, our noses rubbed back and forth, back and forth, my cock expanding inside him slightly as I got more and more aroused. He really turns me on. And the way he is so obvious about how much he loves getting fucked stimulates my sex drive. After a bit we stopped moving our heads so that our lips and tongues could kiss and suck.
I straightened up then, and pumped his hole ten times or so which got him groaning and moaning and his head rolling back and forth on the back of the seat. He muttered, "Oh God, that feels so good. Harder, Dylan!" With that encouragement I slammed my damp crotch against his buttocks until both were sweaty wet and making a smacking sound with each thrust. He's moaning, "Ahh," with each slapping sound. Feeling my balls tightening up, I slowed down for a bit. Robby started stroking his boner mumbling, "Faster, faster, and harder."
Putting my hands behind his thighs, I pushed up which dragged the back of his head down to lay totally on the seat, and pushed his ass up, my cock pulling out, Robby moaning, "Oooh..." I could get up on my feet and hump down into his rectum now with full easy six-inch strokes. Sliding my boner up his ass, we both went, "Ahh." Picking up speed with my thrusting, I knew I was going to blow my load real soon, but now I needed it badly and I was grunting and making those whining sounds again as I got closer and closer to climax.
Robby was frantically stroking that stubby boner of his, and it was a race to climax with me extending my arms, spreading his legs wider apart. He won the race as cum splattered up from his pee slit to pool on his crumpled-up T-shirt near his chest. When he climaxed, I felt that vice-like grip his sphincter ring does to the shaft of my boner, and I did that squeal because it felt good as cum shoots inside Robby's bowels, "Ohhhhhh," for the second shot. I fought the urge to whimper in ecstasy, but it was such an awesome feeling that the sounds coming out of me were beyond my control at the moment.
I got all those dots of light in my vision and my entire body shuddered and shivered from my shoulders to my toes. I continued pumping his hole with cum squishing out of him with each smacking sound. We were basically a mess. By the time I was done fucking him, the poor boy was almost bent in half with his legs spread wide near the headrest at the top of the seat, the back of his head on the seat. Pulling my cock out gave me another shudder, and then I was totally spent.
He gets me going crazy. It's nuts how carried away I get fucking him. Robby's face was that bright red color that hides his rosy cheek blotches, but he had a contented look and a half smile and those pretty blue eyes were giving me that adoring stare again. Fuck, is he cute! My eyes were half closed and I felt exhausted. With my cock still hard, I flopped down beside Robby, bumping my elbow on the steering wheel. He let his legs fall over to the passenger side door and slowly rustled around so his ass was sitting in the seat instead of the back of his head on the seat.
He got right up next to me and took my hand to hold between his. It felt nice to be holding hands, I like holding a boy's hand. Willie and I do it whenever we can without drawing attention. I had that guilty feeling again as soon as I thought of Willie's name. It's not fair to Robby to let that show, though, so I squeezed back on his hand and he laid his head on my shoulder and mumbled, "I know you don't want to hear this, but I'm in love with you. Don't yell at me, please. I won't say it all the time, but I am in love with you."
I said nothing because I didn't think I was in love with him. I mean I love him, you know, but as a sex buddy, and a friend. Finally, I said, "It's too soon for you to be in love with me, that's all I'm going to say about it except thank you for the thought." He mumbled, "I don't care if it's too soon, I'm in love with you."
There is a world full of worse things a person can say to you, so I leaned over and kissed the side of his forehead. Then, in a real low voice, I said, "You just might be the cutest boy I've ever seen in my long life here on earth." He laughed and said, "No way, Dodger's noy cuter than me, for one, and you're cuter for two. There are others, too. I'm probably only the fifth or sixth cutest person on Earth." We chuckled, but I liked that he wasn't taking any of this too seriously. He muttered, "Thanks for saying that, though."
Surprisingly, no one asked what took us so long to get the watermelon. It was cut up and eaten without a watermelon fight this week. It's a work night, so Robby drove Chubby and me home at eight-thirty. The mosquitos were coming out anyway. Not on our front steps, the weren't. Chubby and I sat out on the steps sharing a Marlboro Light. We were quiet as I was thinking about my sexy night with sexy Robby and about my guilty conscience because I'd cheated again on the boy, I claim to love.
Willie's never done anything but be wonderfully caring to me, not to mention incredibly generous. Willie, who has loved me for these past couple of months asks for very little in return. That's who I'm cheating on.
I wish I had someone to confided in, someone who cares for me, like Chubby, but I'm afraid to tell him I'm gay because of what Rickie might be putting Chubby through. Maybe Chubby will hate all gay kids because of his Rickie experience, whatever that might be. On the other hand, if I just blurt out that I'm gay, then the cat's out of the bag and we'd need to discuss it. That's what I want to do... blurt it out. That's what I'm going to do right now...
To be continued..........
