I'm sitting on the condo's front steps, smoking, wondering if Robby could ever be a dominant top. If we could be versatile, that'd be better because, as much as I loved fucking Robby, I liked being the bottom for Willie even more. Being Robby's bottom would be something!
Robby sat beside me, wearing the old robe I'd had on a few minutes ago. He mutters, "Warm out here after the air-conditioning inside, huh?" I grin, "Not as warm as you, hottie! Want a cigarette?" He took one, I lit it with my Bic lighter, and after dragging on the cigarette, he asked, "How many of these do you smoke a day?" We talked about that for a little while. I told the truth: I only smoke three or four cigarettes a day. Chubby, too, but on special occasions like that time in Robbie's garage with all four of us messing around, I might smoke twice my normal amount. That was rare, though.
I told him how Chubby and me are desperate to finally get our driver's licenses, and about Ms. Overbite, our driving instructor. Robby was holding his sides laughing as I embellished how horrid she was. He talked about Dodger being straight and how hard it would be telling Dodger he's gay. I held my tongue, feeling disloyal to Robby. but not wanting to break Dodger's trust. It was a nice time to converse, and we were in no hurry. We talked for half an hour, and I finally asked, "Should we rest in bed awhile?" I asked that in a humorous manner, which made Robby smile and grab his crotch, muttering, "Okay, we can get in bed, but I hope you're not thinking of taking advantage of my innocence.
We both chuckled, and I pretended to be dominant. saying, "Get that robe off, and get your ass in bed." To my surprise, he hustled in the front door with me standing there, muttering, "I was kidding," but he was inside already. Damn, the way he immediately did what I told him to do gave me a nice buzzing in my nuts.
When I got to my bedroom, Robby was already in bed, his big eyes shining with anticipation. I smiled and quietly said, "I was joking out there; I'm not the boss of you." He licked his lips and said, "I like it when you're bossy." Sitting on the bed, I said, "Just hearing you say that makes me feel funny. Not funny haha, but funny weird." He shrugs, mumbling, "It's all cool. Being with you is the most fun I've ever had."
I didn't know what to say to that, so I smiled, got off the bed, and dropped my shorts. Getting in bed under the covers beside Robby, I mumbled, "You get me so hot it's surreal." He says, "You too, Dylan." I felt strongly connected with him and murmured, "I love you." He looked at me, biting his bottom lip, and I added, "And it's not just the sex either. I love all of you." He scrunched up his face, then shook his head slightly and mumbled, "You told me you loved me before, and it's the nicest thing anybody ever said to me. They're my favorite words from my favorite person."
Well, what the hell do I say to that? He just bares his heart and wears it on his sleeve. Nothing coy about Robby. I mumbled a thank you, and out of nowhere, he blurted out, "You know I did that stupid thing to Joel's ride-on mower, don't you?" Stunned momentarily, I nod once, and he says, "I know it was wrong, but I'd do anything to protect you. Joel tried some of that shit on me last year when I wasn't sure I was ready to be gay yet. I rejected him and threatened to tell Dad. Joel said to..."
I interrupted, "Robby! You don't need to do this. I don't need to know anymore. Let's forget it." He looked away and talked to the wall, saying, "I need to talk about it, Dylan, but I promised myself I wouldn't ruin our date, and fuck if I'm not doing exactly that." I murmured, "I never thanked you directly for that because I wasn't sure how you felt about how it turned out. Joel will be okay. You protected me, but please, never do anything like that again. I'm the last person to lecture anyone about anything, but, oh my God, the possibilities for disaster in something like that are frightening. For you too, I mean."
Nodding, he muttered, "I thought about it later, and it made me throw up, but I needed to do something to help you. He was going to do terrible shit to you, and I couldn't let that happen." He held his hands out and said, "Look, my hands are still shaking, just talking about it." I took hold of his hand closest to me and held it. As I've said before, I like holding a boy's hand. Robby stared at nothing in a spaced-out way for a minute and then began quietly describing some of his personal encounters with Joel.
"At first, when Joel talked tough to me, ordering me to stand up straight in front of him and stuff, I got such a hard dick listening to him and doing exactly what he told me to do. Jesus, I didn't know what to make of it. I couldn't figure out how he knew I was gay. Nobody else in the world knew. It was a totally mysterious thing to me. Actually, I think I wanted to have him do something gay to me, but I told him I'd rat him out if he tried anything. He needed this job and backed off."
I frowned, mumbling, "I thought everyone respected and appreciated Joel." Robby shrugged. "All the adults feel that way; it's we, the young guys, he's after." Robby's story shows that the bully part of Joel backs off when threatened. I never went on the offensive with him because I didn't want to take a chance of screwing up the Dicker's and their company. I tried the rational reasoning approach with Joel, which he sneered at.
Robby was as docile and malleable as it's possible to be snuggling in bed with me. We got comfortable, but not in an especially sexy way this time; it was more like comforting one another. Robby seems proud to have saved me on the one hand, but with guilty feelings on the other, and relief at getting away with it on the third hand. I think I was glad he felt some guilt because it had been a rash and dangerous thing to do, putting another's life in danger. Joel could have been killed. He wasn't, though, it's over, and I'm never mentioning it again. Robby got it off his chest and appears anxious to move away from it.
We snuggled silently for quite some time, dozing off at one point. I glanced at my watch thinking I'd fallen asleep, but it was just after ten, so I may have dozed off, but no deep sleep. It was kind of hard not to dwell on Robby's conversation, but I forced myself not to. Then the topic of being dominant in sex with Robby tried to push its way into my head, but I managed to resist that one too.
What helped me avoid thinking about those topics was the need to pee. As the Gatorade from earlier this evening made its way through my body, the need to pee grew stronger and stronger until it became obvious that no matter how nice it was laying here with Robby, I'd need to get up eventually, so I just did it. I hopped out of bed, and Robby mumbled, "What? Dylan, is everything okay?" I said, "Yes, everything is great. I need to take a piss. Do you want to get up now."
"Yeah, sure." Robby was out of bed and dressed by the time I came out of the bathroom, He quietly asked, "Do you think I'm terrible, Dylan? You know, for putting Joel's life in danger." I say, "No, absolutely not. I think you're my hero." He looks pleadingly at me, so I add, "That's how I feel, but can we never mention it again?" He took a deep breath and said, "Never mention what?" then gave me a little smile. I nodded at him, muttering, "Perfect."
Smirking, he said, "Um, thanks. Ah, do you remember saying you'd fuck me twice?" Oh, boy! Robby is a horny lad. I mumbled, "I absolutely remember, and I'm anxious to do it with you."
Naked again, we got in bed, I did a slow fuck, starting doggy-style, but switching to two other positions the way Willie does with me. Robby and I ended up with him on his back and me knelling between his legs fucking him as we made out, Robby making whimpering sounds of pleasure, and both of us, after a sweet twenty-minute fuck, fired off cum loads. Awesome climaxes, especially when you consider they are second loads of the evening.
We were finally satisfied sexually and fell asleep in each other's arms. After a wonderful night's sleep, the alarm woke us the next morning at seven o'clock. That's too early, but Robby needed to be home by eight o'clock to get ready for nine o'clock Mass. He's Catholic and the Dickers go to nine o'clock family Mass every Sunday. Of course, it doesn't take an hour to get from my house to his. We purposely set the alarm an hour early so we could practice fucking one more time before our date was over.
Oh my God, slipping my boner inside Robby first thing in the morning, in our warm bed, with his scent drifting up from under the covers, our skin smooth against one another. It was thrust, thrust, thrust with Robby crying out quietly, "Oooooh that feels so goooood!"
It was incredibly sexy lying on our sides, my chest against his back, fastened together by my cock up his ass, my arms over his side hugging him, humping my hips up against his rosy buttocks till I thought nothing could ever feel better. After only a few minutes, Robby climaxed onto my sheets and then something did feel better, his asshole closed down on my boner and the thrill of climaxing followed quickly. I fucked him for five minutes after we'd both climaxed.
Getting dressed a little later, Robby told me he almost cried from happiness three or four times during our first date. I said, "That is so flattering, Robby. I felt we had a magnificent first date." Robby murmurs, "I love you!" I whispered, "Shhhh, my Mom is sleeping." He grinned, mumbling, "You're so funny. I was barely talking above a whisper. Can't wait for our second date. You rock so much!" and we kissed goodbye. I thought about who I loved more, Robby or Willie, but couldn't decide. Thanking God for my good fortune, I smiled contentedly, and fell back to sleep.
