Robby and I just dropped Dodger off at his friend's house, the one who was hosting an ill-advised beer party. On the way back to my house, we took turns commenting on how cool Dodger was and then turned our attention to each other. We got kinda sappy telling one another we loved each other, and then I told Robby he was the best-looking young guy I'd ever seen, that he was beautiful. He said I was the most fabulous friend he'd ever had, and he looked up to me. It went like that for a minute or so.
In hindsight, it was awkward! Both of us quickly realized that and fell into a quiet period, me looking out the windows, catching glimpses of other people's lives.
Robby finally mumbled, "Just a tad awkward back there, huh, Dylan?" I mumbled, "A little bit, but you are beautiful." Robby grins, muttering, "Of course, I knew that, and you're the most fabulous person I ever met." I mumble, "Glad we cleared that up!" Then, to move on from the awkwardness, I pointed at a car, "Look at that bumper sticker, Robby." The bumper sticker on a pickup read: Yes, this is my pickup truck, but no, I will not help you move! That wasn't especially funny, but we chuckled at it anyway because guys at school were always trying to get guys who had pick-ups, like Robby, to help them haul stuff around.
Now I'm looking at bumper stickers and see another one, If you're not a hemorrhoid get off my ass! Haha! Robby says, "There's another good one." I'm not as think as you drunk I am! We're looking now and see this one: Keep honking your fxxking horn at me; I'm almost done reloading. We laughed and had a good time. The awkwardness was forgotten, but the good feelings were still with us.
Back at the condo, I'm feeling relaxed and in a great mood. For me, being with Robby on a date brought back good feelings, and as I said, we made each other feel really comfortable and relaxed almost all the time anyway, so this was nothing unusual. Then, at the bottom of the stairs, I don't know, but a warm emotional sense swarmed over me, and I lost self-control and hugged Robby around his neck, pulling him back against my body. And even though we'd just experienced that rare too-sentimental awkwardness a few minutes ago, I still felt compelled to whisper in his ear, "Sometimes I can't catch my breath when I look at you."
He turned in my arms, face to face with me, and said, "Me too," and we started a hot make-out like the ones we do in the way-back locker room at work. I couldn't stop myself because he feels and smells like the perfect gay teenager should feel and smell. He was intoxicating to me and thrilling and sexy and hot as the hubs of hell. I'm losing it, I know!
His body was slim but muscular, an athlete's body. Every part of him feels firm and tight and tough. I loved the feel of him and rubbed my nose against the side of his face to absorb his natural scent and murmured, "Mmmmmm, ooooh," dizzy with desire. All those years that I'd lived with these needs, these urges in me to be sexually intimate with another young guy were hidden within my subconscious mind, but now they're loose, and it's wild and almost scary that I can't get enough; that I can't get satisfied.
My lips slid across Robby's rosy-colored cheek and met up with his full, bow-shaped lips, and we both moaned at the same time our tongues met. Robby likes to trap my top lip in between his lips to suck it for a second, and then he spreads our combined spit from our noses to our chins; the faint smell of his saliva is very erotic to me. I felt his hard spike of a cock poking my groin as my own boner began leaking. Our awkward conversation in the pickup blossoms in our minds.
Robby huskily whispered, "Fuck me, Dylan, I really need you to fuck me so hard I'll never forget it. I don't want to ever forget this one rough fuck on our first date together. Make me whimper and beg for mercy. Made me cum harder than I ever did before. Fuck me so rough and hard and heavy and long it will always be part of me." We were hugging each other so tightly that only our heads were moving as our making-out reached frantic intensity.
I borrowed his favorite make-out move and sucked on his tongue till he tried to pull his head away. His rapid breaths of moist bursts of air went directly up my nose. The smell of his saliva was all I could smell, and like I said, it arouses me something nasty/good, so sexily hot! Literally, his spit dripped off my chin. Letting go of his tongue, we rubbed our noses together back and forth, back and forth, and then more sloppy kissing until I could just make out Robby pleading, "Please, Dylan, fuck me..."
I was close to hyperventilating when I reached behind Robby to pull his cargo shorts and underpants below his buttocks, grunting out, "Go in the half bath and grab the sink." We walked the ten steps holding onto one another, and inside the half bath, he held onto the sink, panting to catch his breath. His face reflected in the mirror over the sink. It was pale; his eyes closed, the top of his head bending back towards me, causing his Adam's apple to protrude slightly. I gasped at that image of him. Yes, he's beautiful, but he is one hundred percent young male; nothing is feminine about him.
Reaching in front of him now, almost in a trance, I fumbled hand lotion off the shelf next to the mirror. Not the greatest lubricant, but with my precum, it would be better than nothing. I pulled his shorts and underpants down the rest of the way to bunch around his knees. I pushed lotion at his asshole, and Robby's shoulders shuddered. Pushing lotion into his tight anus with my finger, Robby groaned, "Aggg, oh, ahh!" My boner was wet with precum as I stroked lotion on it from the head to the root.
Aroused beyond belief, I forced the head of my hard as iron cock in past is tight rosebud anus. Robby cried out, "Ohh, that hurt!" I grunted out a question, "Should I stop?" He shook his head, which was a relief because I'm not sure I could have stopped if he wanted me to. Anyway, he asked for it rough and abrupt, so without hesitating further, I forced my boner all the way up inside him more roughly than I've ever done it before, and Robby gasped out, "Ahhh, oh yeah! Ohh, Dylan, yeah," as he pushed back with his ass. Then, without thinking about doing it, I smacked his bare ass really hard on both sides twice.
He went, "Ahhh, ouch! ohh, ahhh, yeah..." And then I fucked him a half dozen hard thrusts, and the lotion and precum allowed for a smoother thrusting, and it was, "Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds of my crotch smacking against his bubble butt buttocks; his perfect half cantaloupe-sized ass cheeks. Now I was into it hot and heavy and couldn't stop or even slow up. I was all about fucking his perfect ass as fast and as hard as I could. I hate admitting this, but I had no concern for how it felt to Robby, just the pleasure of a lifetime I felt doing deep, long humps up his ass, gasping for air with each thrust. Somewhere in my brain, I probably knew Robbie was getting what he wanted because he was so totally cooperative of my every move, but the actual thought that this was pleasing him never entered my conscious mind. I wanted to fuck him in a wild manner just because I wanted to, and that was that...
I held tightly onto his hips, slamming my hard cock, my boner bigger and fatter than it's ever felt before, slamming it up his asshole as fast and as deep and as hard as I could. Robby whimpering, "Ah..." at each deep penetration, "Ah, ah, ah, ah..." My breathing became labored as the sheer energy expended increased with each hump, sweat breaking out on my forehead. When I let go of his hips and got a hold on both his shoulders to pull him back into my thrusts. His body was bumping against the sink, his head bouncing back and forth with every penetration, and the constant "Ah, ah," from Robby, but I was lost to it all.
Nothing mattered; no thoughts entered my mind except how awesome, in some new and perfect way, it was to fuck Robby's brains out. My climax was hard against me, though. My balls got so hard and tight against my groin that it scared me, but I held off blowing my load. In the mirror, I could see Robby's dripping four-inch boner bobbing and bouncing off the front of the sink; up and down it went, pre cum spray flying off as I fucked him steadily; we were choreographed by now; all our movements synchronized perfectly. Except for that steel spike protruding from his pubic patch, Robby's body was docile and flimsy, and it really belonged pretty much exclusively to me at the moment.
It was so hard holding off my climax that I was making squeaky sounds. He had his eyes lightly closed, but his lips moved to whisper something I couldn't hear, spit glistening on his full, dark pink lips and drooling down his chin as his head jerked about from the rough fucking. Even so, his face looked peaceful and quite relaxed now, a look of contentment, of pleasure. My cock never, ever felt this big or this good; then I heard a series of squealing sounds emanating from Robby as his body jerked, shooting a hard, hot stream of cum, tightening his spinster muscle around my boner so tightly it more or less dragged cum right up from my balls in one long luscious explosion, and was it ever a sloppy mess in his bowels.
I can't remember ever shooting that much spunk out in one blast, but what a feeling at the head of my cock! Stars glowed and streamed behind my eyes, rockets went off in my nuts, and, oh my God, did my cock ever slide in and out easy now, but only until he closed his sphincter again for another shot of teen spunk. My cock was squeezed once more in the most excellent manner, pulling a few more drops of cum up from my nuts. Every inch the cum traveled up my boner was ecstasy for me, and then when it shot out my pee slit, the sensation had my entire body quivering.
After my second spurt of cum, I found myself lying chest down on Robby's back, my arms around his stomach, humping him with short, fast strokes while blowing lots of saliva-laden air onto the back of his neck. My climax had come on so intensely that only after it was over did I realize Robby had matched my squealing. Everything felt weird; my toes had spread apart when I climaxed, which was weird, but the entire thing, from beginning to end, was fabulous beyond words.
Now, with the after-glow of my climax giving me shivers, I started appreciating everything more. Robby's tight hole, the feel of his body as I lie on his back, his smell, my pulsating cock still in his hole, and Robby's moans of pleasure. He started moving, and we straightened up together. Then he murmured so low I could barely hear him, "That was the best feeling I ever had. My ass feels so good."
I breathed long exhales, then inhaled slowly, not saying anything, just looking at our reflection in the mirror. What an erotic scene for me. With my cock still up Robby's ass and my arms wrapped around him. His docile body language, compliant demeanor combined to give me a confident feeling that was new and special.
Moving my head, I kissed the side of his perspiring head and said, "That was spectacular for me, too. You're awesome." I pulled my softening cock out and Robby murmured, "No, nah, don't. Ahhh, ohh, man. Dylan, that rocked, dude." I nodded, chuckled, and said, "What happened? Haha, we're walking downstairs to the basement, and the next thing I know, my boner is inside you and feeling so fine! Did you hypnotize me?"
He had rolled toilet paper into a ball and was dabbing at cum drooling from his asshole, mumbling, "No kidding around, Dylan. That was the hottest feeling I ever had. You're the awesome one! You couldn't see it, but my hotshot of cum spattered against the mirror. It came flying out so fast it burned my dick! I never felt anything like that before. It was wonderful, the best I ever imagined." Looking at the mirror I saw the splattered cum drooling down; whoa! So, why didn't I notice that before?
How did I, all of a sudden, become popular? I mean, Robby's infatuated with me, and he's one of the chosen ones, cute/handsome, smart, a gifted athlete, off-the-charts likable, and on and on. Where I fit in doesn't add up. Maybe not, but Robby leaned right in against me and we hugged again. His body melded into mine, and it was a wonderful feeling. I rubbed up the back of his head and then did a long kiss on the side of his forehead. Jesus, who could resist Robby?
Our dicks were still swinging in the breeze as we continued embracing, and I did a few more kisses which eventually got both our swinging dicks turning into boners again. Robby let out a long, contented sigh and, with his lips right on my ear, whispered, "Can you fuck me again, Dylan? I mean now."
I quietly said, "Yeah, sure, but let's do it in my bed this time." Outside the bathroom, we let go of each other, and I followed him upstairs. His bare ass had all my attention. He doesn't have a big ass; it's just the right size for the rest of him and most definitely not flat. As I thought earlier, he had two half-melon-size butt cheeks, uplifted, firm, totally hairless, and pinkish with some rosy color, like his face.
I reached up with both hands and got a fistful of his ass in each. He stopped on the stairs, and I massaged those perfect ass cheeks. Everything about him is unbelievably perfect except the four-inch penis, although that's pretty nice, too. With his head leaning back, he moaned, "That feels good. We have all night, right?" I mutter, "Yes, all night. It's perfect." I slipped a finger in his still-opened anus and pushed it all the way in, up to my knuckles. It went in easy with the help of the residual cum from my climax. I finger fucked him as Robby tightened his hole and made a continuous "Mmmm," sound. With half a chuckle, I said, "Get moving, boy. Up the stairs and then to the right at the top.
Keeping my finger up his hole, I steered him to my bedroom, and inside, I pulled my finger out, mumbling, "Let's get naked and get in bed. It didn't take fifteen seconds for both of us to get naked and under the sheets where we cuddled together, chilly at first against those air-conditioned cool sheets. My bed is a twin, so two guys our size had little choice but to cuddle because we were touching each other from shoulder to toe anyway.
With us two, the cuddle turned into another hot make-out session, which I love to do. Willie taught me the intricate details of making out, and he still does it the best of anyone, but making out with Robby is such a delicious thing to do, and actually, there isn't much to choose between the two. Both Willie and Robby are totally eatable. They both have wonderful-tasting saliva, sweet breath, and a hot, sexy body odor. It's definitely different, but both desirable and impossible to choose between. I can only hope the way I taste and smell to them is half as good as they do to me.
Robbie's hair is so soft and thick. The individual hairs aren't thick; they're fine and silky, but so many of them feel thick. I better not elaborate on Robby's excellent light blond hair in the detail it deserves because it's just like my hair, and it would seem like I'm conceited. Where hair is concerned, though, Robby and I could be identical twins, which the college guys on the job picked up on the first workday this summer.
Making out in my bed, naked under the sheets, was quite different from making out in the old locker room at work. Here we were doing it without the frantic edge we experienced in the locker room, and some of that edge was even present to a certain degree earlier this evening.
In my bed now, it was more lovey/dovey making out. It was very hot, very romantic, very wet, and not hurried or frantic at all. We'd gotten that desperate edge taken off our horniness with the earlier fuck, and now we were doing everything slow and easy, enjoying the ride. Our teeth scraped together at times, and I licked under Robby's top lip, across his teeth, and then the same with the lower teeth. In our relaxed state, we take turns, letting each other do what we like best.
Cool, clean sheets on bone-hard teen boners is an excellent feeling. It's excellent to hug a tight, toned teen's hairless body, too. The awesome feel of your boner poking his boner and then both boners flattening against or between both our thighs or bellies. Making out until Robby whined, "I'm going to cum again, Dylan, and I wanted you to fuck me."
I murmured, "Just relax, calm down. Roll over on your side." He did that, his back to my chest, and I kept my arm around him loosely, saying, "Don't stroke yourself, Robby."
I could hear him taking big breaths in and out slowly. Then he groaned and said, "I'm sorry, but now I need to take a crap." Taking my arm off him, I mumbled, "That's okay," and he got out of bed and went into the bathroom, mumbling, "I feel like a dork." His need to take a shit ruined the sexy romantic mood, so I got out of bed and put on a flimsy old robe, and went into the kitchen to get us something to drink. A quart bottle of red Gatorade was unopened and very cold in the refrigerator, so I chose that.
Walking back to my room, I changed from the robe to my cargo shorts, which I'd picked up off the floor. Then, calling Robby, I told him I'd be on the front steps drinking Gatorade and having a cigarette. I felt so good, so contented knowing we had all night together, and it wasn't even eight o'clock. Then I thought, how strange it is that I'm the dominant sex partner here! It's certainly true enough, but I wasn't thrilled about it. I liked it better being the bottom guy.
Huh! I wonder if Robby has it in him to be a dominant top. Willie sure does...
To be continued...
