Date: Fri, 12 Oct 2012 05:34:08 -0700 (PDT) From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com> Subject: OLIVER'S ADVENTURES Chapter 20 (Alexander IV) By Donny Mumford OLIVER'S ADVENTURES Chapter 20 (Alexander IV) by Donny Mumford It isn't a real long ride to Alexander's gay private club, but long enough for me to discover that Alexander and I are one of twelve 'Batman and Robin' contestants. The twelve club members volunteering to be Batman need to recruit their own 'Robins' from outside the club membership. That way the members got to check-out new, young boys and maybe recruit new members for the future too. Only twelve volunteers out of over three hundred club members, so not too many guys were willing to but themselves on display, but all the other members do show up for the Batman and Robin night fiasco. It's the clubs most popular night each year. To my surprise not only is Spunky going to be there tonight, he's also in the contest as one of the Robins. I'm happy to hear that I won't be the only boy here from my last visit to the club. Alexander outlines the pageant portion of the night for me: all contestants will parade around like we're in a fashion show, stopping at different spots to pose as the dynamic duo. I tell Alexander, "Posing actually isn't one of my better talents," joking with him on the one hand, but of course the truth is I'd never posed in any way in my life. Alexander takes my comment seriously and says, "Don't worry about that, Oliver, this is suppose to be fun and funny". He explains that he'd show me how I should pose before the contest. Still joking, I mutter, "That's a load off my mind." He stays serious and tells me there are a few expressions I should have on my face, and my hands should be up in fists. Studying his face as he's talking and driving along, I can't figure out if he's teasing me again, but I believe he's still being serious. How Alexander comes up with all this shit is beyond me. I know he loves to be the center of attention, but me, not so much. As we get closer to the club Alexander drops another bombshell on me; not that it should surprised me all that much. He explains that the 'Robins' would have their front and back flaps open during the parading, and as if the open flaps wasn't enough of a humiliation; Alexander, in his matter of fact way of speaking, informs me I'll probably have the smallest cock of any of the Robins, but that I shouldn't worry about that too much because I'd score a lot of points with my pencil straight boner, and my total body shave will be a plus with the judges too. Making a face like,'You're shitting me, right? gets no response because it's dark in the car and Alexander's looking at the road anyway; actually I made the face to entertain myself. The entire situation is of course outrageous, but on top of everything, wouldn't you think Alexander might have thought that maybe the smallest dick comment might hurt my feelings or embarrass me? Most guys would have that thought, but not Alexander. To be honest, it isn't the sort of thing that's a problem for me anymore because I know him pretty well by now and I expect absurd comments every now and then. Also, I know he doesn't say stuff like that to be mean, he just doesn't know any better. Chuckling to myself about how insensitive that was actually makes it funny. It's a bit annoying sitting on the hemorrhoid ring, especially when Alexander makes his tight, too fast turns in this hot-rod sports car, er batmobile. Half the time I need to hold on to the dash board so I don't slip off the rubber ring. When we arrive at the club's front gate a smile brake out on my face 'cause the ride's over. Alexander inserts his membership card, the gate lifts and we drive through. Beautiful starry night, but quite chilly. In front of the spotlighted double front doors of the club the same valet parking group of boys that were here last time are busy parking cars tonight. Looking for the one special boy I remember from my first visit, I see him immediately. This kid's between seventeen and twenty years old, with a beautiful face. Last time I saw him his face had acne, but most of that's cleared up. Back then I'd recognized his perfect facial features through all the acne and seeing him now I nod to myself that I'd been correct about my assessment of him. No surprise actually since I'm a world-class boy watcher. He has the same blond ponytail hanging half way down his back and, as he walks towards our car, I remembered his eyes and their very unusual color: robin-egg blue, big, and bright. The irony of his eye color matching my costume's namesake makes me smile. He thinks I smiled at him though, so he smiles back at me as he opens my door, saying, "Nice to see you again". Could he have remembered me from that one visit? Blue eyes keeps smiling and gesturing with his hand that perhaps I'd like to get out of the car as I sit here staring at him. Blushing, I go, "Oh yeah, ha ha. Get out of the car, right," but I stumble on the curb and the valet boy grabs my hand to keep me from falling. When I'm safely on the sidewalk he holds my hand for a few seconds more, and my dick would have twitched if it could. It can't of course, encased in that super small, tight jockstrap underwear bottom, or whatever it is I'm wearing. I mumble, "You remember me from three months ago?" He says, "Three months isn't long enough for me to forget you," as he goes around to open Alexander's door. I stare after him, wondering, 'Is he breaking my balls or what'. Then I think, 'He's probably instructed to say 'welcome back' to everyone he opens the car door for. I'm such a jackass sometimes'. I can't read people. Alexander's rummaging through the glove compartment looking for the tickets when the valet opens his door. Finding the tickets and a pack of cigarettes, he puts the cigarettes in his yellow utility belt and leans past the valet to hand the tickets to me, saying, "Wait in line for me, Oliver. I've got to talk to a guy about something for a minute." To the valet, he says, "Bobby, take Oliver's hemorrhoid ring to my table, okay?" He hands the kid a five dollar bill and Bobby picks-up the ring as my face turns a dark shade of red. I hustle up to wait in line embarrassed about the ring and thinking that kid, Bobby, probably is laughing about it. And, it's too cold to be outside wearing what I have on; maybe my red face will warm me up. As I'm walking away Bobby yells to me, "You're the hottest Robin I've seen tonight, Oliver. It's not even close." Looking back quickly, but he's hurrying to the next car in line with my ring in his hand. Was he making fun of me? I feel my face get even redder. There's a bottleneck at the front door and consequently quite a few people waiting in line ahead of me, including two other sets of the dynamic duo. Some of the guys go for laughs and that's what the Batman and Robin duo a dozen people ahead of me in line must be up to. The Batman person is no more than five feet, two inches tall and he must weigh two hundred and fifty pounds. His Batman suit bulges at every seam and is in danger of giving up the fight and splitting down the back, especially the back of the guy's enormous ass. His Robin is over six feet tall and thin; the two of them, well into the booze, are loudly spouting out absurd gay-related comments to other guys in line using exaggerated lisping voices and gay hand movements, and their whole over-the-top act is very funny. Standing here watching them for a couple minutes, I look back in the direction of the valet boys and see hot Bobby's just as he glances up and sees me looking at him. As quick as I can I look away, but we both know we made eye contact and I blush again muttering, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," caught boy watching again. For something to do I read the tickets and discover Alexander paid a hundred and twenty-five dollars for each one. Jesus, I hope we win so he can get his money back. Than I remembered Alexander's rich, he doesn't care about the money. Reading the back of the ticket it appears the contest has no defined structure, some years the sexiest duo wins and some years the funniest or the most outrageous campy duo wins; whoever the judges feel gets the biggest reaction from the crowd usually wins. Alexander says the three hundred or so guys in the audience can get real raucous too. He feels we're in the sexiest duo category. Occupying my mind with these silly matters, I still can't resist looking back down to the valet station again, and again Bobby catches me. This time he winks at me and waves my hemorrhoid ring over his head. Whipping my head around to the front telling myself I will not look back there again. Is he mocking me? He seems sincere, but like Joey says, I can't read people. I'm always misinterpreting their body language. One things for sure, if I was the kind of gay boy who followed up on interesting gay boys, which I'm not, I'd follow-up on that blue-eyed hot tamale. Where the hell is Alexander anyway? He strolls up a minute later and announces he's scored some poppers for us. Not knowing what a popper is, I ask him, but all he'd say is, "You'll find out when I think the time is right. Should be quite a rush for you, my special young friend." Alexander's barely a year older than me, but his last statement is a good example of how he sees life. He has himself on quite a high plateau. Looking at him as he reads the label of the small bottle in his hand, I'm thinking, 'Wow, is he good looking!' He looks over at someone, then says to me, "Be right back, Oliver," and he drifts over to talk with one of his friends. Out of the corner of my eye I spot the hottest possible boy wonder. Doing a double take because at first he looks like he can't be more than fourteen. He's hot, but it's just not right bringing a boy that young to an adult club like this. His parents are totally irresponsible allowing him to participate in this weird affair. Or more likely, they don't know what he's up to. Staring openly at him as he walks by with his Batman, a guy in his early twenties and pretty cute himself, maybe it's his brother. The young teen also has blue eyes with longish blond hair and a thin body, about five foot-one or two. From this distance I can still see his curved eyelashes and freckle-free complexion. Absolutely perfect legs, wonderful calf curve and totally hairless. His ass looks like two round halves of a cantaloupe pushed up a bit, and each half moves independently of the other with each step he takes. His bare belly is so flat and the tiny innie belly button cries out to be licked. The boy walks with a bit of a swagger like he knows everyone who sees him will stare and admire his beauty. His Batman and he hold hands as they walk to the front of the line, say something and go right in ahead of all of us and no one complains. There's murmuring about the duo all up and down the line. Swallowed hard thinking about that boy wonder's ass; those two will beat me and Alexander if it comes down to the sexiest. Oh well, I don't really care but I do feel bad for Alexander. I'll try hard to be the best butch Robin ever and maybe we can still pull it off! There's no way I can ignore it any longer, my butt plug has started itching in a sexy way as I was walking up from the car, but I was able to force it out of my mind until now. It's persistent stimulation is driving me mad with desire so, even though a lot of guys are around me, I need to rub my hole. Naturally I try to be totally inconspicuous about it. Rubbing back there is kind of like scratching a wicked itchy itch. God, it feels so good moving that plug around a little: whoa, putting my head back for just a few seconds and moving that plug around in my asshole brings on sensation that are too much and dribbling watery cum leaks out of my semi-stiff cock again, and that felt good too. These tiny pants I'm wearing are waterproof so no wet spot shows on the outside, but it sure is cummy/wet inside. Trying to stand still, but if I barely move the plug rubs against my prostate and when I tightened my sphincter muscle it's such an awesome sensation I go up on my toes with my head thrown back. Panting and biting my lip I realized I moaned out loud. Hesitantly opening my eyes to see if anyone's noticing my bizarre behavior, and three older gentlemen in front of me in line are looking right at me with their heads together and hands over their mouths, laughing. My face almost burst out in flames from embarrassment. What a dork I am, acting like this with all these men milling around. I need some self control, but I've never felt anything like this butt plug before. I want to give it a rest, but the more I try ignoring it the more it demands my attention. Trying to be a tough guy I continue to ignore the urge to scratch my ass, determined to be the butch guy I'm made-up to look like. Attempted to stare the older guys down, using my toughest defiant look, but after two seconds of glaring back at the men I know there's no way I can pull it off so resort to my fake cough instead, and then a second one with my fist up to my mouth this time. After that I try to act casual, looking anywhere but at those older men. Alexander returns with a smile and I leaned into him hoping he'd hug me. Alexander leans over and licks my ear, then says, "This will be fun, buddy". I smile at him because I needed that lick right then. The line moves and finally we're inside the club. Alexander whispers, "You look fabulous, Oliver." Now he does put his arm around my shoulder to squeeze me into him and I get that kiss on the side of my face again, he doesn't want the black lipstick on his lips so he avoids my mouth. All of the guys milling around us work hard at pretending they didn't just witness Batman kissing his boy-wonder Robin. Alexander's body is so strong, I really like the hug; I needed that just then too. My feelings for Alexander are tender ones at the moment, I know he's always looking out for me when I really need it and this butt plug is the hottest thing ever so I mutter thanks to Alexander, who smiles again seemingly happy I'm with him. The maitre d' escorts us to our table where we find Dennis. He's the one who's folks own a restaurant, and the one who speaks with a big lisp. His date's a man who looks to be in his forties. Dennis is twenty-one I believe and he's sort of effeminate, but athletic too; all of the guys in Alexander's circle play golf. Dennis gets up from the table and gives Alexander a hug and a kiss on the lips, then he looks me right in the eyes and lisps, "Nice to see you again, Oliver," then kisses my cheek. These guys do a lot of kissing hello. Dennis says, "When you were walking over here, Oliver, I wondered who you were. Your look has been altered by the clever, Alexander, no doubt. Love your haircut and that super black hair, ooooou, soooo butch!" and he puts a hand on each of my shoulders and kisses me right on my mouth this time. Over his shoulders I see another dynamic duo enter the dining room. It's not apparent what category they're trying for. They both look to be in their sixties and both of them are bald and have big bellies; good luck guys. Dennis' lips are now black from my lipstick so his date cleans the lipstick off with a napkin. After that second kiss for me from Dennis, Alexander chuckles and says to Dennis, "Down boy!" as if Dennis were a big over enthusiastic canine. They all laugh and while the older man is rubbing Dennis' lips with the napkin he introduces himself to me. He's Ronald something; I forget his last name almost before he's finished telling me what it is. I'm bad with names, so I say 'Ronald' in my head a few times to try to fix it in there. Alexander and the other two guys are talking about their private golf club; something about replacing all the sand in the sand traps. Whatever, I can't sit because my hemorrhoid ring hasn't arrived, so I tell Alexander I need to use the facilities. He nods indicating he'd heard me, but he's in the middle of an argument about different types of sand. Wandering out to the lobby area I get an idea: I'll lock myself in a toilet stall and frantically massage that butt plug in my hole. I'm going crazy with the urge to jerk-off. Then across the lobby I see Bobby and he sees me. He comes skipping over carry my ring. "Oliver, I'm so sorry about the screw-up, but I was looking in the wrong dining room for you. Got your ring right here," and he waves it at me. I grab it out of his hand and hold it behind me, smiling and saying, "Thank you, Bobby. I don't actually have hemorrhoids, ya know; it's the contest thing, I have to wear a butt plug". I can feel the color raising in my face and the heat on my cheeks again too. Bobby stares at me a second with a bemused look on his beautiful face, then he tells me he already knew about the butt plug, and after taking a moment to think about it, he says, "Come over to the rest room, Oliver. I'll help you out. No way you'd know this, but one of the members brought me to a party here last summer and I had to wear a butt plug too. It feels good most of the time, but ya need some relief every so often." I walk next to him and squeak out, "That's true enough." Bobby chuckles, "Do you mind if I do this?" and he takes my hand in his and holds my hand like a boy and girl hold hands. The feel of another boy's palm against mine is a huge turn-on for me, so when I try to say it's okay, but it comes out as another squeak. Bobby smiles and goes on to tell me that he's a freshman at community college and he works here at the club as a valet parking attendant to pay for school. Squeezing by hand he tells me he'd never be so bold as to hold a member's hand, but he remembers me from the last time I was here and I was real sweet to him then. He says, "I loved the kiss good night you gave him when I'd fetched Alexander's car." I smile modestly, without a clue what he's talking about. Either I was drunker than I thought that night, or he has me mixed up with someone else; either way I enjoy holding hands with him. I tell him I'm a freshman also and a little about my university and then we're in the lavatory. Bobby opens the door to a handicapped stall telling me there's more room in here. Without asking, he used toilet paper and his spit to wash my lips free of the remaining black lipstick. It's not a problem, and that's because Alexander brought the lipstick pencil with him. He could do my lips again if he wants to. While scrubbing my lips Bobby's face is close to mine and he smells fresh, like the outdoors. Up close I can see almost healed acne here and there that wasn't apparent from a distance. Strange, but it's sexy to me somehow. Done with the lipstick removal, he says, "Here, I'll do this for you too," and he pulls apart both the Velcro strips that hold up the front and back flaps on my tiny green shorts. Gasping because I wasn't expecting it, without hesitating he takes the ring at the end of my butt plug and twists it in a circle rotating the plug in my hole, as I moan, "Aggggg, ooooohh," he strokes my cock into a boner with three strokes. Holding onto him with my left arm around his neck, I'm up on my toes again clenching my eyes and mouth tight, holding my breath, then groan a long, Aaaaaaaaahhh," as a stream of cum pours out of my cock. I can't remember a more intense sensation; earlier I'd had a few squirts of pre cum and one decent squirt of cum in my pants, but since then it's been a combination of things building up the sperm in my nut with the plug causing an unrelenting urge to cum, the hot beautiful Bobby, and the surprise of what he just did, is a hell of a nice combination and it brought of a wonderful orgasm spreading relief all through my body. The first stream of cum is so long it's followed by just drools as Bobby milks me dry. Weak now after that climax, I lean against him as he rubs my back, asking, "Feel better now, Oliver? I know what a relief it is when Roger did this for me." My heart's pounding as I put both my arms around this kid's neck, my hands bumping his fat ponytail which adds to the weirdness of this sweet stranger taking pity on me. I'd forgotten about his ponytail and for just an instant I think, "What's this?" and then I know and it makes me think Pete, the mailroom boy's ponytail last summer. Bobby asks again, "You alright now?" as he's gently trying to pry me away from his body, but I like his body and especially his boner against my thigh. Of course I need to let go of him, I thank him profusely for relieving my pent-up sexual urge. He mutters, "No problem, like I said, I've been there myself," and then he goes on to tell me he doesn't like my dyed black hair. He tells me I look better with my light brown hair, and my haircut is artificial looking too. He says, "You're cute face is shown off best with short hair, but not this hair style." He seems to know what he's talking about, like he's an expert in the area of faces and hair. To be a smart ass, I say, "Oh, I was thinking about growing a long, fat ponytail," and he stops talking and looks at me funny, blushing slightly, while saying, "I do go on, don't I? Some misguided people have even accused me of being a bit of a know it all." I like that he blushed and I like self deprecating behavior, so I chuckle at his comments and he does too. Bobby's still chuckling as he reattaches the Velcro flaps on the front and rear of my shorts. We're walking out of the stall when he says, "Ya think you could give me a duplicate of that goodnight kiss?" I say that I'd try, but that I'm always changing my kissing technique to match someone's who I think is better. And I'm certainly not going to admit to him that I don't remember sharing a goodnight kiss with him, never mind what kind of goodnight kiss it may have been. My arms back around his neck as I start off with a spit swapping kiss because that's probably the one I'd give if I was drunk and not thinking about it; it's my favorite kind of kiss with Frankie. Bobby proves to be a very active participant and we suck on each other's tongue and upper lips and swap lots of saliva, finishing with a long French kiss that leaves us both breathless. Hanging onto each other getting our breath back, Bobby murmurs, "That's not the one. Try another." and we both get the giggles and rub our noses together, then spread the spit around on our faces. Almost at the same time we both say we'd better get back and saying it together makes us laugh again. Washing our faces in the sink, looking at each other's reflection in the mirror and smiling like naughty, nervous little boys afraid of being caught doing something they shouldn't have done. Back in the lobby, just before going our separate ways, Bobby says very sincerely, "Your the kind of boyfriend I've always dreamed of. If you're ever single, please call me. I wrote my cell number on your ring." Then we both look at each other and say together, "The fucking ring!" Bobby says he'll go get it for me from where we left it on the lavatory floor. Running it back to me, he says, "Don't forget my goodnight kiss later on, Oliver" and he's gone. What a great guy, and I walk back to the table smiling. As soon as I step in the dining room I see Spunky and his Batman partner, Alexander's friend, Tunes. That's his nickname, I forget his real name. Spunky's sitting at our table laughing at something with Tunes standing next to him rubbing his back. Everyone had a drink already and I wonder how long I'd been gone. Spunky's a hot looking Robin, but Tunes sucks as Batman, mainly because he still has that scruffy short beard and I never saw a Batman with a beard, scruffy or otherwise. Also, Tunes' Batman costume isn't nearly as cool as Alexander's. And, Alexander had a fabulous build, a long dick and a big set of nuts to create a great crotch bulge where as Tunes has a bit of a pot belly and a small crotch bulge, which mean's he's got a tiny dick. Poor Spunky. Smiling to myself, I make a stick-em note in my brain to ask Spunky about Tunes' package later. Spunky himself looks even better than I remember. The first thing you notice are those bright green eyes of his and right below the eyes, his very cute nose. I had to look at Spunky twice when I first met him to appreciate his looks because they are a little bit unusual, but in the end they all add up to cute. He has a very cute kind of innocent, dumb way about him too. Tonight his hair's the exact same light, bright red color as Frankie's, and it's styled in a medium short spiked haircut with the tips bleached blond. He doesn't have lipstick on which reminds me that mine was washed off so I glanced over at Alexander who just gives me that cool smirk of his, so no problem. Spunky's Robin mask is eyebrow penciled onto his face to highlight those eyes of his and he must have gotten his teeth whitened because the smile he gives me when he sees me is sparkling. "Where ya been buddy?' asked Alexander. I hold up the ring explaining I'd been hunting for this. Spunky shyly says, "Hi, Oliver, I got one too, um, you look great. Tunes told me you'd be here." Tunes said, "Yes I did, good to see you again Oliver," and he pulls me to him, with a hand on my arm so he can kiss the side of my mouth. Then he chuckles, "If you weren't going to be a Robin I never could have talked Spunky into it, not that we have a chance of winning. Right Spunky?" Spunky enthusiastically says, "Fuck no," and for some reason this is funny to all of them. Putting my ring on the seat next to Spunky, I finally sit down. Spunky leans over and we kiss on the lips. Kissing on Spunky's full lips is a treat. Alexander passes me the drink that he'd ordered for me. It's a vodka and grapefruit juice with most of the ice melted. The members, as well as Ronald, mostly talk about golf so Spunky and me have each other all to ourselves. He tells me he loves my black hair, that it looks tough and he rubs his fingers up the back of my head and I think of the uncountable times I'd run my fingers through Frankie's red flattop haircut, and then I think about Joey's hair and how it feels and get the shivers. Spunky's anxious to talk about his butt plug and he goes on and on about how sexy it feels, and how he's so grateful to Tunes for putting it in him, and he likes his body shave too, and did I know he, Spunky, always shaved his legs anyway so the body shave is just more of that and on and on.The boy can really talk. I like looking at Spunky's mouth when he talks because he has those wonderful lips. Our make out session the last time I saw him had been so hot, so excellent. I'd like to do it again right this second. Instead I squeeze behind his neck and run my hand up the back of his hair' it feels like Frankie's and my dick tries to move in my tight pants. Spunky must have read my mind about me wanting a make-out with him because he leans over and we kiss for maybe a minute. My boner's leaking again and, reading my thoughts, Spunky mutters, "Oh, Oliver you're so hot you get my dick dripping and feeling good." Reminding myself it's mostly our butt plugs that has me and Spunky in a constant state of arousal, I realize I'll need to keep myself under control or I might make a complete fool out of myself, like I'd already done standing outside in line. My face gets red again thinking about that. Our conversation turns to Spunky still hating on his high school experience and how he wants to quit and work full time at the restaurant. I try to get him to change his mind about that as Spunky, being a touchy/feely guy, constantly is grabbing hold of my wrist, or whispering about something with our foreheads touching, or bumping his leg against mine; it's hard to keep my train of thought. I like it all a lot though and right at the table we're licking each other's tongue for a bit and I hear Tunes saying something about the boys and their butt plugs and there's chuckling from the members because they know about butt plugs. I don't care about them chuckling at our expense, I feel sexual and I happy to be Spunky, who tells me he just turned seventeen two weeks ago. After one drink it's our table's turn for the buffet. Well, I had one drink here and two at Alexander's, but who's counting. As we get up Roger and his date, a very thin twenty something year old, come hustling in explaining they're late because of a traffic jam, blah blah, blah. He's Alexander's other member of their golf foursome and they always play together; Alexander, Tunes, Dennis and the haughty, Roger. I don't care for Roger all that much. On the other hand he ignores me almost completely so we're pretty much even on that score. Certainly no kiss hello from Roger and I remember Bobby mentioning a Roger in the bathroom and wonder if it's this Roger. Hope not for Bobby's sake. Fabulous buffet with standing rib roast, turkey or glazed ham at the carving stations, French onion soup or clam chowder at the soup station, baby browned red bliss potatoes, mashed garlic potatoes and candied yams at the starch station, Caesar salad, iceberg lettuce with Russian dressing and for the girly men, bib lettuce and dill dressing at the salad station. Another station offers all kinds of pasta and on and on. Spunky and me don't check out the vegetable station, so I don't know what they have there; well, I do see Ronald with asparagus and hollandaise sauce, so there's that. Spunky and me have heaping plates and he goes back for more rare prime rib. That boy can eat. After dinner we visit the unbelievable dessert station for coffee and cakes and pies and other kinds of desserts I don't even know the names of. The food and all you can drink is the main reason it cost a hundred and twenty-five dollars a person, I suppose. Since Spunky and I aren't paying anything anyway, we think it's well work the money. Shortly after dessert Alexander and Tunes wave for me and Spunky to follow them. We all go into a meeting room to get instructions for the event. I have a little nervous twitter in my stomach now thinking about parading in front of all those men. There are twenty four of us in the parade; twelve members as Batman and twelve guest as Robins. The person in charge of this evening's festivities outlines what we'd all be doing and where we're to stand as we wait afterward for the winner to be announced and so on. That takes five minutes and then everyone is given a shot glass of Tequila which we all hold up, some one says, "Have fun!" and everyone throws the shot of Tequila down their throat. Mine, Spunky's, and the fourteen year old's comes right back up, along with some of our dinner. Everyone, except us three, are laughing hysterically. Then everyone, including the three throw-up boys, scurries out of that room and away from the vomit smell. Janitor staff hustle in from somewhere to clean up the mess and collect the shot glasses. We all line-up, as we were instructed to do, and Alexander undoes my front and back flaps and the the air circles around my bare ass while my semi-stiff cock enjoys full freedom of movement at last. Spunky and my faces turn dark red. It's embarrassing and I wish I'd had more to drink. With our flaps open the three of us throw-up victims are allowed to rinse our mouths out at a water fountain and we all accept gum from one of the Batmen. The Batmen are checking out all the Robin's asses and packages, and so are the Robins. Looking over I smile at the fourteen year old who has a smaller cock than I do. So much for Alexander saying I'd have the smallest one. Asking the kid his name, he gives me attitude saying he doesn't speak with boys he doesn't know. Even worse, he talks and moves his body in a manner that screams, 'girl'. This is one of those poor kids who should have been born with a cunt instead, like this one, a little set of cock and balls. I mumble, "Sorry to bother you," and walk over to Spunky smirking my ass off. I tell him that the hot little number over there is interested in meeting him. Off Spunky goes licking his lips and playing with himself only to return in thirty seconds with his tail between his legs as the little girly/boy shouts that Spunky needs to leave him alone forever, and Spunky laughingly calling me a dick. We hug and kiss each other's neck. Spunky's a very easy kid to like. Alexander and Tunes wave us over and show us some poses with our fist up and our jaws clenched, and silly stuff like that, and then it's time to move out. Tunes tells Spunky to look at him and when Spunky turns to him Tunes brakes a capsule under Spunky's nose, he inhales and his eyes get real big. I was about to ask what that was all about when Alexander does the same thing to me, as he's saying, "This is what a popper is, baby". Inhaling from surprise, a too sweet smell quickly changes to a bad foot odor smell, and as I feel dizziness come over me my semi-stiff cock gets limp. Taking another deep breath to get oxygen in my lungs, but Alexander still had the capsule held right at my nostrils so I inhaled more of that smell. My heart beat speeds up and for the first time since the plug was inserted in me, my ass feels loose and relaxed. I'm seeing flashes of light and then a bright yellow spot with purple radiation coming out from it that I reached out to touch, but nothing's there. Alexander's holding me tightly whispering that I'll be fine in a second. I try to hug him back but I guess he's behind me now. Spunky's somewhere saying he's scared, but I hear Tunes comforting him and then I feel very sexy, like I'd just ingested some kind of aphrodisiac and a feeling of exhilaration comes over me and all inhibitions of doing this parading thing, or for that matter doing anything, disappears; bye bye inhibitions. I'm hot as I breathe into Alexander's face, asking, "When are you going to fuck me, Alexander?" He chuckles and kisses my mouth and then reapplied the black lipstick Bobby washed off. I'm squirmy as I hold Alexander around his neck with both arms. Reaching behind me he pulls and pushes my butt plug doing two inch thrusts and my cock gets hard as stone as I'm gagging with sexual desire. He pulls my arms from around his neck, saying, "Keep stroking that pencil dick of yours, Oliver," and off we goes as it's our turn to parade around for the crowd. Lots of noise, whistling, cat calls and laughter, but I'm high and can't focus on anything. Making fist and posing at different times with Alexander laughing hard, saying, "Not here, Oliver, I'll tell you when" I stroke my six inch boner that's sticking so straight out of my shaved body it's like a thin steel rod, so hard it's almost exquisitely painful. When men in the front rows call my name I'd go near them and they'd fondle my body and stroke my boner with me saying nonsensical things. Most of them laugh or shout compliments. Alexander's laughter can be heard for almost the entire ten minutes we parade around. When we're done I'm disappointed we can't do it again. I have maybe twenty bills of various denomination sticking out of my tiny green Robin bottoms and don't have a clue when they were put there. Alexander says I was fantastic as he wraps me up in his arms and goes, "Shhh, baby, calm down now," in my ear, over and over, but I'm wired. In a few minutes though, everything begins to fade away fast. Soon I'm back to experiencing a dizzy, flat feeling again. Alexander gets me some water and sits with me at a table patting my hand and telling me I'll be fine. Those hemmy rings are conveniently placed all around the room, Alexander had grabbed one for me. Looking up the dizziness comes back so I keep looking at the table top. In my quick look up I'd seen Spunky throwing-up again and Tunes holding him around the shoulders. Within ten minutes of Spunky throwing-up we're both feeling pretty good again and have hard boners again too. His is longer than mine, but he says he likes my better. As Spunky's rinsing out his mouth at the water fountain I whisper to him that I'd love to suck him off. When I say that I remember him asking me if I'd do just that the first time we were in the bathroom together a few months back. Spunky ups the ante saying the hell with me sucking his dick, he wants to fuck me so bad his dick itches. Our horniness is still monumental thanks to our butt plugs. Shortly we parade out in a line with all the others to hear who had won this thing. Alexander plays with my butt plug a little bit and my cock gets up to a truly amazing degree of hardness and I have a difficult time standing in one place. There we are, twelve duos of Batman and Robin standing along the front of the stage in the club's smallish auditorium. This one guy who always acts as master of ceremony says, "The number three runner-up and winner of fifty dollars is Alexander and Oliver." Some boos follow, either because they thought we should be higher or maybe lower in the rankings, but mostly there were cheers and more cat calls. Alexander laughingly takes my hand and leads me across the stage after playing with my butt plug, precum drips out of my pee slit causing loud cheering and more cat calls and then we're back in our spot on the stage. A Batman and Robin duo I don't know are second place winners of one hundred dollars, and the two bald, old Batman and Robin with the fat bellies win's first prize because they were the funniest I guess. I hadn't heard their act as they paraded through the crowd, but I heard a lot of laughter for one of the duos and apparently it was for them. The crowd really cheers when they were announced as the five hundred dollar winners so they're probably popular with the members. Alexander mumbles to Tunes that these old farts have such a clique at the club there's little chance of a fair contest for the young guys. Tunes says, "Who gives a shit about this stuff, buddy. It's all for fun, you're too competitive," and we drift over to a table, Spunky and me dragging a couple of rings with us, and order drinks. There's a charity aspect to this night's activities that I didn't realize. The organizers are looking for Robins who will allow themselves to be put up for auction with the winner of the auction getting a thirty minute safe sex date with the volunteer Robins this evening. A very persuasive middle aged guy talks both Spunky and me into volunteering although Alexander warns me to think about it because these things always turn out to be a quick fuck by the auction winners. AIDS research is a great cause of course and this auction raises money for it so I jokingly ask, "Ya mean I'm finally going to get fucked tonight?" They laugh, but Alexander again assures me I'll definitely be getting fucked by the high bidder. I'm pretty sure the butt plugs and the after affects of the poppers had a hell of a lot to do with me volunteering, but I really need to get my tunnel plowed tonight and the club official had made it seem like Spunky and me were heros for volunteering. The other volunteer Robins, along with Spunky and me, parade one more time across the stage with a number on our back and our cock, balls, and asses hanging out there for evaluation. Then the interested parties do a silent bid and around eleven o'clock us volunteers will be assigned little rooms waiting for our dates. Alexander and Tunes will meet up with us later. I'd have two more vodka drinks before being assigned a little room and I'm on the edge of being drunk, but still there's a nervous feeling about being fucked by a stranger for the first time in my life. Months ago I'd made that pact with myself to try things, to be adventurous, and open minded, but maybe the butt plug, poppers and vodka have conspired to allow me to use poor judgement here; sex with a stranger? Even as recent as ten months ago I never would so much as considered this, I'd still be running, with my heals hitting up against my ass from the effort. When the door opens it actually isn't a total stranger, it's Dennis' date for the evening, Ronald. He's a nice man and very polished, but I'm shy being in this small room just him and me. He slowly takes off his sweater and then his shirt as he explains that every year he donates a thousand dollars to AIDS research and this year he donated it for the chance to spend a half hour with me. That's nice of him, but if he donates the money anyway... ya know. Not that it makes much difference, I guess. He pulls off his undershirt and he has a fit body for a forty-something year old man, but his chest is covered in curly body hair. I stare at his chest, then nervously looked away and do my phony cough. Ronald takes a small bottle from his pants explaining it's a liquid like the stuff in poppers, if I just take a quick sniff from the bottle I won't get that explosion of reaction I'd gotten from Alexander's popper, but it will relax me. He adds, "I think if you relax you'll find that I can provide you with a lot of pleasure. I'm very experienced with this. On the other hand, if you feel you just can't go through with it I'll understand. No hard feeling either way, Oliver. I'm not about to rape you, son". Ronald's a very kind person, plus I don't want to wimp out on something I promised to do. Maybe I hadn't thought it through very well, but nonetheless I'd said I'd do it and I will. Telling Ronald to let me hold the bottle, and when he gives it to me I sniff a tiny bit and then a little bigger one and all symptoms of the popper come back, but in a more manageable dose. The aphoristic affect is strong enough that I almost take another sniff, but Ronald grabs the bottle from me before I can. Sitting on the cot as Ronald takes off his pants and underwear and stands completely naked in front of me. He's a well built man but, you know I'm not use to hairy chest and legs and, of course, I'm shaved totally hairless so we're almost a comical combination. Ronald says, "Lift your arms please, Oliver" and when I do he pulled my top off. The popper smell has me in a daze again. "Stand up, please," and when I do he pulls off the bottom of my custom and then feels all over my body murmuring that I'm beautiful. He acts like it's a privilege to be with me, which makes me feel self-conscious. The look on his face as he strokes my six inch cock and kisses the side of my face, appears like he thinks I'm a treasure or a rare exotic creature. With the help of the popper juice I think good thoughts about Ronald, and I want to please him. After ten minutes or so of examining my naked, hairless body he turns me around and bends me over slightly to play with my plug for a full two minutes until I'm having trouble catching my breath with sexy the sensations spreading out from my hole making do embarrassing squeaky noises while humping my hips and stroking my boner. I would absolutely and positively have cum three or four different times, but each time Ronald does something to stop me from doing so when I'm right on the verge of climaxing. A squeeze on my nuts, push a certain way on my plug, or something that temporarily reversed the cum sensation in my cock. He knows what he's doing and he has me in heavy heat by the time he's done manipulating my plug. Squirming and moaning and vigorously humping my hips, saliva drooling down my chin from repeatedly licking my lips. My body, my skin, all over me feels squirmy and fine. I'm rubbing the palms of my hands up and down my sides, rubbing tightly all over my shaved body loving the feel of my skin and the feel of my palms, feeling all over myself, feeling my own ass and, "Mmmmm," I have such a nice skinny body. He lets me go at that for a minute, then with his arms around in front of my belly, he pulls me back up against his chest, my shoulder blades nuzzle in his hairy chest. He reaches around to put his hand flat on my belly and pulls my ass into his crotch, his thick, wiry, pubic hair on my cleanly shaved ass. Then with pressure still on my belly I somehow realize he wants my shaved legs back against his hairy one and I comply; he might have told me to do that, I don't know. We're flat against each other with me taking short panting breaths. Actually, with the help of that popper juice, I feel safe and comfortable in his hairy embrace and I put my arms backward to feel him, my hands land on either side of his ass, a hand on each buttocks. He whispers in my ear, "Grab a handful, Oliver" and I grab a handful of the lower portion of each of his buttocks as dots fly around in my head at the speed of light. His long, fat boner is pointing down, between my legs, bumping into the back of my balls. Ronald rocks me back and forth slightly, I'm still dizzy but mostly I want his cock inside me so I moan and he whispers, "Soon, you pretty thing. Soon". Pressing the back of my head against his shoulder and the side of my head against his chin, he moves my head so he can kiss me on the side of my mouth and his body's strong and toned making me feel like a little boy. All these sensations get me to the point where I don't even think about this guy being over forty years old or that he's hairy or that I'd just met him a couple hours ago. He has me so hot for him I groan out, "Oh, do me now," his response is to suck right on Alexander's hickey which gets my cock dribbling pre cum again. Ronald tells me to get the condom out of his pants pocket now and I quickly let go of his buttocks and reach for his pants on the bed. He never lets go of me entirely and now turns me around to face him, pulling me tight up against him, humping into me all the time, then lifts me off the floor slightly. My boner's pressing downward between our bodies dripping and I need to get off so badly by now I'm whimpering, but Ronald keeps me just on the edge of cuming and I whimpered my plea again, "I'm ready." He kisses me, saying, "Not quite yet, Oliver, you're not needing it enough yet." He reaches behind me and begins rotating the plug which feels loose after that shot of popper juice I inhaled. He pulls it almost out and pushes it back in a half dozen times. Ronald pulls the plug out almost four inches and, after hesitating a few seconds, pushes it all the way back in real slowly. I try to push back during those few seconds of hesitation, but he hold me tight against him. My arms hug around his waist and I squirm against his body hair which feels so excellent to me now as he does more with the plug and when I start super fast humps into him, he quietly goes, "Okay, Oliver, you're ready now," and he tells me to roll the condom onto his long fat boner. I'd forgotten I was even it and I fumble in my haste and drop it and when I finally get it on him he strokes his cock to get some lube on his hand. I'm wetting my lips making impatient humming sounds; he let's go of me and tells me to turn around and bend over. I do everything he tells me as quickly as I can. Ronald expertly removes my butt plug with a pulling, twisting motion. Never have I felt anything as itchy-good as it feels when he's pulling out that plug; that awesome butt plug that's been in me about four hours. The warm air pours into my wide open hole but feels cool because my body temperature is much hotter than the room temperature. Ronald rotates his lubed fingers in my hole to help it adjust to being plugless and to reapply some lube, then positions me with the fat head of his cock at my hole and tells me to press back until I'm flat against him like I'd been a minute ago. When he tells me to do something it's always in a polite way, but there's no doubt he wants me to do exactly what he says and I like that, so I do it. Pushing back on his good sized cock until his engorged cock head pops inside me; I moan out a long moan of pleasure, then excitedly mumble, "It feels so good." Ronald quietly says, "Keep pushing back on it, Oliver," so I push back onto that boner inch by fabulous inch, moaning and humming and blowing spit bubbles out my mouth all the way until my ass is pressed into his pubes again. I'm taking long breaths with everything appearing blurry to me, but everything feels good too. I'm filled up again back there and I squirm against his hairy boy making sounds like a cat in heat. He reaches a hand on each of my hips and pulls me a full inch farther onto his boned-up cock. It felt like my constant itch was being scratched and I could scream with ecstasy. Moaning out again and humping backward into his crotch and, with that same hold on each side of my hips, he lifts my feet off the floor and humps against my ass in time with my humping against him. His boner grows inside me as I babble incoherent sounds. Holding me off the floor for maybe thirty second, me impaled on his fat boner kicking my feet slightly while Ronald's blowing his hot moist breath on the top of my head continually humping into me with my body swinging front and back as his cock scratches that itch in my rectum. If the butt plug hadn't opened me up I don't know how I'd take his huge cock, but as it is the sensations in my rectum are amazing. He gently sets me down on the floor again, pushes at the back of my neck so I bend over forward, me grabbing my knees with both hands. Ronald leans over me and with his forearm around in front, holding under my belly to hold me in place, he fucks me with fast long strokes and I feel like I'm in the world of pleasure. Long steady penetrations and steady withdrawals, over and over and over. I'm soon squeaking and mewing pulling on my boner with one hand while holding onto the cot now with the other, as he holds me up with his forearm. A few minutes of his fat cock driving up inside me, with me matching each one with a stroke on my boner, my boner's again sticking straight out from my shaved crotch dripping precum, likes it's been doing for the past fifteen minutes until finally I get that special feeling and I my nuts go fast and tight up against my body; two more strokes up and down on my boner with his fat cock in and out my ass and cum spews up from my nuts and out my rock hard prick with me squealing and then going, "Eeeeeee," as the next spurt comes up and out. This is a very erotic fuck, different from other fucks I've had, different in ways I can't identify, but other fucks I've had now seem like boys playing grown-up; this is a real, honest to God grown-up fuck. My sphincter ring closes tight on Ronald's cock as he hump into me so hard I fall forward onto the cot with Ronald still humping me, laying on my back. He fills up that condom and just lay there on top of me taking long, deep, noisy breaths for a minute. I'm close to sobbing with relief, with sexual pleasures galore too. My entire body is shivering with sexual pleasure. I can't speak, just make sounds of,"Mmmmm,' and feel-good sounds like that. That plug created a big urge for a fucking alright, and I know I've just gotten one, although laying here I wonder how much of the pleasure I felt was a result of the popper juice, and how much was real. Guess it doesn't matter, except it does somehow. After a minute or so lying on my back, Ronald slowly pulls his cock out of my ass making a long whistling sound between his teeth, then takes a number of deep breaths, and finally asks, "You alright, Oliver?" I mutter, "Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking." He chuckles and says Alexander's a lucky guy to have me as his boyfriend. I don't correct his misconception and after an awkward minute or so, I slowly pull that tiny bottom part of my Robin costume back on and then my top. Ronald gets dressed slowly too; he's in a great mood and says he wants to buy me something, but I politely refused. Then he offers me a hundred dollar bill which I also refused. My brother Christian gave me more money than I can spend as it is. Still feeling the affects of popper juice I quickly open the door and Ronald and I leave our little room and almost bump into Spunky and the really old fellow he's with. Obviously the old gentleman had won the silent bid for Spunky. Ronald said, "Hey Walt, you hot shit you. So you won our fine friend Spunky here?" Walt has one of those older guy's voices that always sounds to me like there's a lot of phlegm in their throat.. He says, "Yo, Ronald, yeah, anything to help fight AIDS." And then he does a big phlegmy laugh, tucks a bill in Spunky's bottom and says to Ronald, "Let me buy you a drink, I haven't felt this good in a while." The older guys say goodbye, thank you so much, and just like that they're gone. Spunky and I exchange glances, feeling embarrassed all of a sudden, I quietly ask, "How was it, dude?" We wander downstairs to find our real dates, our Batmen, discussing our recent fucks. To say we were in a somber mood is only partially correct because we've both had poppers before getting fucked so that's still creating a bit of a high that's counteracting some of our somberness. Spunky says getting the plug out and being fucked was almost more of a relief than a sexual turn-on. Yeah, he's right and, I go, "Yeah, I know what you mean, but my fuck was hot, or was it that it itched that wicked itch in my ass." We kept trying to convince each other we'd done it for the right reasons, for AIDS research, but the truth is that guy charmed and flattered us into doing it; that and the poppers fucked up our common sense. We lie a little to each other that it was no big thing letting a stranger fuck us and then we try kissing for a few minutes to bring us back to the real world maybe, or something like that. I tell Spunky that my guy was nice enough and he'd bid a thousand dollars for our date. Spunky was speechless, but doesn't know how much his guy bid for him. I don't want to admit that I couldn't remember a climax to match the one Ronald put on me, but a funny thing is happening, the more the popper's effect wares off, the less spectacular the fucked seems. Walking around together we run into Tunes, but Alexander is off somewhere. Tunes pretends he doesn't know where, but I figure Alexander's doing somebody at this very moment. Tunes buys us drinks and then Spunky and I go into the dance club while Tunes spots Roger with his date and heads for them. Loud music in the club, big beat at the moment but the DJ is announcing a change of pace; three slow tunes in a row coming up. Spunky and me dance real close to all three of the slow songs and I begin feeling depressed. It makes me wonder why having the plug out, and outlasting the effects of the poppers, and being sexually satisfied, and being with cutie Spunky, why an I depressed with all those things going for me? Spunky's unusually quiet too as we slow dance together and by the last song it seems as if we really need to support each other staying on our feet. There are only ten couples dancing at the time and one of the couples is the little girly/boy who looks like he/she has been sniffing a lot of popper juice again. His twenty something year old date is loving on that teen's body something terrible and it isn't right except I need to admit that the girly/boy seems to love every second of it. The kid's obnoxious, but he's too young for that kind of treatment? Who am I to decide for him though. Makes me think of the twins and I have to wonder if I'd done the right thing passing that chance up. After the slow songs we're thinking about looking for a spot to be alone when Alexander shows up. He'd been looking for us, but he seems fairly drunk although not slurring his speech. He insists Spunky and me join him, Tunes, Dennis, and a few other members in a drinking game at the little side bar. You lose a round of the game and you chug a seven ounce pony bottle of Rolling Rock beer. Spunk and me roll our eyes at each other like, "whoopee.." but we follow Alexander and play the game with the older guys. It got to be a lot of fun, but we all drink too many pony bottles of Rollin Rock. Alexander wants to leave no later than one because he has to work tomorrow, so I know the game won't last too long. At about twelve-thirty a loser in the last category tries to drink a pony bottle, then hesitates half way through the bottle to lurch once and then reverse the flow of beer. It's no longer going down, it's coming up; a long spew of beery vomit that sends us all scattering. That guy's vomit causes another of the players, one with a weak stomach apparently, to hurl his beery vomit up too so we quit the game and go our separate ways. We'd been at a corner table and and as we leave I hear the bartender say, "North, the clean-up cost will be on your monthly tab!" Tunes and Alexander laugh like little kids. Those two head for the main bar looking for Roger while Spunky and me try to find one of those little meet & greet rooms upstairs; an empty one so we can make out for a few minutes. The beer revived us and getting over the poppers after affect helps too, but we need to try five doors before we find an unlocked one. Inside, Spunky locks our door and, sounding like he's having trouble breathing, asks, "Oliver, can we take these costumes off?" I can't think of a reason not to, so we get naked. The bed's still made up so that tells me no one used the linens yet and we get under the covers. Spunky goes, "Ya think you could hold onto me, Oliver? I don't feel too great." We rustle around on that little cot to get comfortable with me remembering Joey saying that same thing to me not too long ago. Both of us on our side, I hug Spunky around his neck and over his back with my hairless belly up against his hairless belly. Kissing his great lips twice and then he puts his leg over my leg and we're tight together. Our naked, hairless bodies rubbing together lips to feet. He's still gloomy so I ask, "You gonna be okay, Spunky?" He quietly tells me has a guilty conscience about the older man fucking him; he'd hated getting fucked without even knowing the man. He says the man gave him a fifty dollar bill and it feels to Spunky like he committed an act of prostitution or something. What it looks like to me is our making out is on the back burner for the moment, so I talk quietly with Spunky trying to pick-up his spirits. I admit to him that I didn't feel it was my finest moment either, but we aren't prostitutes either. We were under the influence of the poppers and on top of that, we're not use to drinking hard liquor either, and certainly not the number of hard liquor drinks we had. I'm trying to convince Spunk and myself we aren't sluts. I wasn't drunk from the drinking game, but I'd had enough to be in a philosophical frame of mind. "Further more, Spunk, remember that guy who talked us into volunteering? He was one smooth talking dude alright, and neither Alexander nor Tunes tried very hard to talk us out of volunteering, so that sucks, right? And, what the fuck Spunk, we did help raise money to fight aids". He reluctantly admit I'm right about the things I'd saying and then we repeat pretty much the same things all over again convincing ourselves we're alright after all. Finally he says, "Thanks, Oliver. I feel better about everything now." I want to spout out more advise, but Spunky's had enough it seems because at one point he hints that I'd already said that, and he does feel better about things. Maybe I'm a bit closer to being drunk then I thought. We're quiet and as I think about the things I'd said to Spunky I realize that I feel better too, so I say, "Me too, Spunky, I feel better too, but I'm never doing something like that again. How about you?" Spunk doesn't say anything so I asks again, but his regular breathing tells me he's fallen asleep in my arms, feeling safe and feeling better. I hug him a little tighter and lightly kiss his forehead; what a sweet kid. To myself I say, "I'll let him sleep till I hear the one o'clock tone from that big ass grandfather clock downstairs in the foyer...." to be continued... Chapter 21 (Alexander V) Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty. Details at the site. Thank you.