Date: Wed, 24 Oct 2012 07:48:03 -0700 (PDT) From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com> Subject: OLIVER'S ADVENTURES Chapter 21 (Alexander V) by Donny Mumford OLIVER'S ADVENTURES Chapter 21 (Alexander V) by Donny Mumford Spunky's in a relaxed sleeping pattern in my arms, his exhales tickle my neck. We're both naked under the sheet on a cot in one of the small get acquainted rooms, chest to chest, face to face, dick to dick, my arms holding him against me and it's nice. I can't sleep so, as usual, my mind's jumping around from one thought to another. Sometimes a positive thought, like being proud of myself for putting Spunky's mind at ease about the auction and a stranger fucking him, then a negative thought, like it's mostly my fault we were in the auction in the first place. I should never have agreed to do it and Spunky did it just because of me. It would have been to say, 'Sorry, I just don't feel right having sex with a stranger.' The smooth talking guy who convinced me to do it was one hellava salesman making it seem without Spunky and me the auction would be a bust. So we went along with it, both feeling a like we're celebrities, the poppers altering our thinking. The second-guessing came too late to back out. My mind also came up with dumb thoughts, like why didn't Alexander and Tunes step in and tell the organizers, 'Not not our boys', but I recognize right away how stupid that is because Alexander is barely a year older than me so why should I expect him to assume the role of my guardian. It's not as if we were raped or whipped or humiliated by the older guys, nothing like that. As a matter of fact, they treated us like we were very special. They'd donated their money during the silent auction because, let's face it, the older dudes wanted to fuck younger dudes. Spunky and me weren't the only volunteers as there were seven other young Robins"who volunteered along with us. My fuck-guy, Ronald, was a nice man and actually offered to skip the sex entirely if I didn't want to go through with it, but that didn't seem fair. In the end both Spunky and me kept our word, then afterward we both felt weird, like we'd done something wrong. Best to chalk the whole thing up to experience and make sure I never put myself in a situation like that one again. Plus, no more poppers, ever. The butt plug, well that was okay. Spunky and me intended on making-out in this little room and seeing what that led to except he fell asleep. Making out with another boy has been one of my favorite things to do ever since my first gay kiss nine months ago. Thinking about kissing made me think of Frankie because he introduced me to the spit swapping kiss which is now my favorite one. I'll see Frankie later this week, but for now I nestled my nose into Spunky's spiked red hair and then lightly kiss his forehead. Spunky and Frankie both have that vivid, bright red hair that's so cool-looking. I love being gay, and I love boys like Spunky who are cute and sweet. I'd first started fantasizing about making out with a boy when I was ten or eleven. I turned nineteen this year and the number of times I'd kissed another boy up till then, all totaled-up, including quickies is zero. Yep, zero is the number of boys I'd kissed until Cristobal unexpectedly kissed me on the Penn campus during my senior class trip so long ago. It changed my life and I've made out with at least a half dozen different boys since then, and liked every one of them. Looking back, it's hard to believe I fell in love with every boy I kissed, but that's exactly what I thought at the time. If I kissed a boy, I was in love. Duh, how dumb is that? Now, with nine months of experience behind me, I know that's silly. I love Joey and I'm in love with Frankie. All the other boys I've kissed simply qualify for various degrees of like, but not love. I've never kissed a boy I didn't like; some I liked more than others, but I liked all six or seven boys that I've made-out with so far. That doesn't make me promiscuous or a bad person, does it? Hell, I'm a healthy, gay, nineteen year old enjoying myself with willing boy partners. Oh my God, there I go again. Why do I go over this same thing so often? I'm probably trying to convince myself I'm sexually normal. Maybe that's it, but I hate laying awake in bed because that's when all these crazy ideas pop-up. It drives me nuts although can't seem to stop myself from doing it though. Trying to make my mind blank doesn't worked so I think about Frankie instead. Making out with him at times brings on the most intense sexual feelings I've ever had and the head of my cock is in constant motion, vibrating and pulsating. Wow, kissing with him and sucking on his tongue, his lips, his neck; it all made me want to meld inside his body and live in there with him as our naked heart beating against one another, my boner inside Frankie's boner, .both of us experiencing what the other is experiencing. It's a dreamy wonderful time having Frankie's tongue in my mouth or him sucking mine. Frankie drives me wild; his smell, his looks, his voice, his everything. That's what being in love is all about. I don't get nearly as aroused making out with other boys, not like with Frankie. It's sort of a gliding-on-air experience with an incredibly sensitized boner, one that seems on the edge of blowing the longest string of cum that ever flew out of a boy's cock. No one else does that to me, except maybe Joey, he comes close to making me feel like that too. I'd never considered Joey in the same light as Frankie before, but there he is in my head right now. Hmmmm, what an interesting revelation. The next thing I'm aware of are two loud tones sounding from that huge grandfather clock at the bottom of the stairs; two tones, indicating two o'clock in the morning. We'd slept for an hour and a half? Could that be possible? I'm suppose to leave with Alexander at one o'clock. Oh man, this sucks! Jostling Spunky gently two times, then rocking his body and calling out his name in a stage whisper, "Spunky, Spunky, wake-up dude; it's two o'clock in the morning". Spunky sits up quickly then asking, "What are we doing here, Oliver?" It takes a minute for Spunky to get his bearings and then he tells me the time doesn't worry him because he's spending the night here with Tunes. Spunky lives with his father who's away on business every Friday through Sunday. Tunes brings Spunky to the club regularly and usually screws him once or twice before bed and sometimes in the morning too. This reminds me to ask about Tunes small package. Tunes' stretchy Batman costume hadn't shown up much of a package for the Tune man so I'm curious because there's something fascinating about a small cock, not that mine's small. Mine is average at almost six inches when it's hard. Small cocks fascinate me, that's all; they're a curiosity. When I ask him if Tunes has a tiny disk, Spunky adopts a quiet manner, as if this is a very serious subject. He begins explaining that Tunes does have a very small dick, one that requirers very little lube. According to Spunky, it's a nice gentle feeling being fucked my Tunes. Small dick for sure, especially for a full grown guy. Not the smallest one Spunky's ever seen though. In high school gym there are a number of smaller ones on the younger teens, and Spunky confirms he's closely checked them all out too. He elaborated, "By the tenth grade, the cock you got is the one you're going to have till you get old in your forties or fifties and it starts to shrivel up on ya. Then I don't know what the fuck happens. The old dude who did me tonight had a ribbed condom on and his cock didn't feel small because he was obviously wearing four or five condoms to build-up his shriveled dick." I give Spunky no reaction, just studied his face to see if he's serious about this nonsense and it seems he is. Well, he's never claimed to be a Mensa candidate. But, ya know he's so sincere about it as if he's providing me little known, but vital information. Something so sweet about him, I squeezed around his neck with my arm and he looks up and with a quizzical expression on his face and asks, "Can I fuck you now, Oliver?" I chuckled, but the truth is that after the poppers wore off I'd been rethinking Ronald's fuck and realized it lost a lot of the mystical powers I'd attributed to it initially. I'll still give him his props, it was a damn good screwing, but maybe just not as fabulous as the poppers and butt plug had me believing at the time. So it's two and a half hours later now and I wouldn't mind one bit getting done"by Spunky's fat cock. After all, this is suppose to be the wild, adventurous part of my Thanksgiving break and, to be honest with ya, that big cock of Spunky's has been of some interest to me ever since I jerked him off the last time we met here at the club. His hard cock had felt good rubbing against my boner earlier here in bed too, and it sure don't look like Alexander's going to be taking care of business for me tonight. With all that in mind I quietly say, "Ya know what, Spunky, that sounds hot. Ya got a condom, right?" He mumbled, "Oh no!" and scrambles off the bed to start opening drawers in the night stand. Nothing there. "God dammit!" Spunky shouts, "I thought about bringing a condom, but where could I keep it in the stupid costume we have to wear? Tunes always brings the condoms." We look in the little closet by the door, but no condom although there are two heavy cotton bathrobes bearing the club's logo hanging in plastic bags, back from the laundry. We put the robes on and go looking for a condom. Spunky has this take charge, determined look on his youthful face as he struts from room to room mumbling something about, "That ribbed condom Mr Wiere fucked me with". A ribbed condom would be something new, but fine by me. Spunky's whole demeanor keeps me grinning. Staring at his bright red hair I think of Frankie again and time he fucked me, or sort of fucked me with my assistance. Moving down the hall, most of the doors are unlocked now, but no condoms. At the end of the hall is a large locker room, so we wander in. No condoms there either, but a number of men who had probably taken advantages of the get acquainted rooms earlier were taking showers. It was loud in there with shouting and laughter back and forth, steam billowing from the line of shower stalls. There're two piles of bath towels along with tubes of shampoo and bathing gels so Spunky and me grab a couple, hang up the robes, and share a shower stall. The water's quite warm pouring our of three shower heads, just like in Alexander's condo bath and it's wonderful. We shampooed each others hair with a lot of the dye rinsing out of mine. We wash each other's bodies for at least fifteen minutes, the last ten with our boners repeatedly bumping into one another's belly. Spunky asks, "Ya think I could fuck you here, Oliver?" I was ready for it, but men were walking back and forth to and from shower stalls, so I tell him it wouldn't be cool to put on a show for all these men. Drying off and putting the bathrobes on we go back to our first room to grab our costumes. A few rooms down is unoccupied, with clean linens on the bed so we go in. "No condom, but how about we try a nice yummy sixty-nine?," is my suggestion. Spunky wets his lips, his eyes getting big and shiny, as he says, "Oh yeah," and that's what we do. The feel of Spunky's shaved, smooth as silk body aroused me so much as we hug and cuddle against each other. We fit ourselves into each other as tight as two boys can get, just enjoying how it feels. After a bit we slip into our over-do make-out and oh my, the boners that spring up from that activity are something. When we can't wait any longer Spunky scrambles around on the bed and takes hold of my hard cock in his fist, as licks from under my nuts up and over to my boner, and then licks from the root to the head just as I'm plopping his in my mouth. His cock is fat and it surely is a mouthful, but I managed to suck and lap it without pulling a muscle in my tongue, or anything like that. Love sucking on young guys' cocks, and perhaps I've mention that fact once or twice before. The sixty-nine action gets tricky for me, trying to figure out what to concentrate on at any given moment, the great fat cock in my mouth or the truly sensational feelings radiating from my cock and balls as Spunky demonstrated that he knows a little something about sucking a guy's pecker. Oh my God, sixty-nine is wicked hot. And the sucking and licking is so much hotter around a shaved pube area. Smooth as skin can get, not a single hair or stubble....just tight, youthful, nice smelling, nice tasting, boy cock, belly. and ball-sack skin; it's enough to make a person dizzy. I lap Spunky's hairless nut sack over and over, my tongue way out, before sucking his slippery nuts into my mouth one at a time and then both together, what a mouthful! Pressing against his sack with my tongue, squeezing his balls together until I hear him grunt and buck his hips with precum drooling down his boner over my fingers and finally across my cheek. Then I stroked his cock a few times trying for more pre cum and all the time Spunky's sucking me off like a pro. So many different sensations happening at once. Awesome. Spunky lazily strokes my wet boner when he switches from sucking my dripping cock of mine to pushing up my top leg and holding my legs apart by holding the top leg spread with it on his shoulder and rims my ass. Oh my God that feels so good I'll be happy to hold my leg up for him. His rimming is very energetic and when his tongue goes in my hole I pull my head away from his cock, squeeze my eyes and mouth shut, and concentrate with all my might not to blow off a cum load right that second. Counting to ten and then relax enough to enjoy the thrill of almost cuming. His fat, hard boner back in my mouth I suck on some more and then follow Spunky's lead, lapping down his boner, over his hard nuts heading for his hole. Spunky lifts his leg before I even got there and I energetically rim his anus for five minutes straight and then he gasps and stops everything to grunt out, a whiney, "I'm getting ready to blow my wad, Oliver, put it back in your mouth so I can really get off". A few more laps across his hole and then dragging my tongue up and over his nuts, which ware tight against his groin, I lick up his boner twice slowly. Spunky's making long hissings sound between his teeth while he holds my boner in his fist, like you might hold a microphone. I hesitate for a second and then suck his throbbing cock back in my warm, saliva-filled mouth to tongue the swollen head, round and round my tongue goes rimming his pee slit and lapping around the cut skin at the neck of his tulip-shaped, expanding head, all the time doing short strokes, jerking him off with my thumb and index fingers. With a grunt and a long moan, Spunky put my boner back in his mouth and licks with his tongue as he sucked with his lips, a quiet, "Ooooooh" squeezes out of my throat past his fat cock and now Spunky's blubbering something out around my boner as his first long stream of cum fills my mouth. The second volley overloads my mouth and his cum, mixing with my spit, runs down my chin in a stream. Another shot of creamy teen boy cum and I'm just able to swallow half of it before I shoot off hard into Spunky's mouth. With my mouth full of cum I groan, "Ohhhh,' again, then quickly swallow the rest of Spunky's almost tasteless, thick, creamy load and that boy's definitely got the right nickname. It all happened so fast; the thrilling sensation of my initial climax along with Spunky's strong sucking action, those two things together have me taking quick inhales and along with the oxygen a lot of that last half-swallowed cum sucks right up my nose. That same thing has happened when I blow Randy, he and Spunky produced a great amount of cum. Spunky can really suck my boner and once my mouth is empty I'm squealing and blowing cum bubbles out my nose. The little bubbles burst against Spunky's thigh as my hips humping with Spunky maintaining a tight hold on my cock, keeping it in his mouth; he sucks till my balls are empty. We just lay there in that sixty-nine position for a few minutes not talking, just breathing hard as our bodies shudder with the sensations still sizzling around our groin. Spunky's cock and balls smell good and my nose lays against the saliva coated sex organs; his natural body smell I mean, over and above the bath gel that's barely detectable by now. Lifting my nose off his cock I rest my face against his smooth belly and, loosely holding onto his softening cock, my index finger pokes up his hole, my nose rubbing against his belly now and then down again to rub against his loose nuts, all in my effort to realize more of that Spunky smell. When Spunky stops moaning and he scrambles to get around and share the pillow with me at the top of the bed, my finger pulls right out of his asshole and I let go of his cock, but I've had myself a very sexy ten minutes enjoying having his cock in my mouth and that young teen body all around me; just wish it could have lasted longer. Very, very nice. Spunky, sharing the pillow again, has his eyes as wide open as mine. We're looking at each other with sorta smug expressions because it's been a very sexy time together, maybe exceeding our expectations, and I think we feeling cocky and sexy. When he asks, "You okay with everything, Oliver?" I told him that he is truly a delight and an excellent cock sucker. He appears to be touched by that and says in a serious manner, "Oh gosh, thanks Oliver, that's so nice of you to say". HA ha, he's so innocent and so clueless sometimes and I've grown very fond of him. Smiling gat him then kissing him gets us started off on a low level make-out that gets our peckers back up as high as medium hard. It's still enjoyable to make-out right after climaxing, in case you were wondering. Spunky's running his fingers through my short hair telling me how it's almost back to it's regular shade of brown and I'm casually playing with his semi-hard cock and rubbing his hairless belly thinking,' A shaved body is way better!' All the poppers affect had long gone and it's been quite a while since our last alcoholic beverage so we're both beginning to get that little early warning hangover feeling. Spunky says, "My head hurts, Oliver. Let's get out of here and see what's going on. If it's okay with you." We dragged ourselves off the bed, put on our ridiculous costumes and go looking for another drink, or a Tylenol and we don't much care which one we find. It was after two o'clock in the morning, but the club was still rocking and rolling. It doesn't seem like very many guys have left except perhaps the guys we wanted to find, Alexander and Tunes. How the hell am I'm going to get back to Alexander's? Actually, it doesn't surprise me Alexander left because he's real conscientious about his business and I by now he's been in his condo sleeping for almost an hour. He's working at the barbershop with Anthony tomorrow, which is Saturday. It's almost certain he'd made arrangements before he left to get me there somehow, and that's why I wanted to find Tunes. As luck would have it we ran into Roger first. He's more than slightly drunk and therefore almost friendly. "You two hotties hooked-up for a little teen fun, huh?! I'm jealous. Come on boys I'll buy ya both a beer". And, he does too. Not that I really want it and as soon as I get the bartender's attention I asked quietly for some Tylenol. He reaches under the bar and plops a bottle of Advil in front of me. Taking two with my beer and then pushed the bottle to Spunky, who took three holding them in his hand while he patiently explains to Roger that Tunes wouldn't want him blowing him, "Sorry, Roger". Roger glances over at me, does a dismissive shake of his head and then starts bitching about his date who hadn't been seen for two hours. I thought, but didn't say, "Ha ha, he couldn't stand you either, you pompous ass." That's how grown-up and classy I can be. We sip our beer and bum a couple of cigarettes from a passing Batman. Ugh, Salem lights.."Sail em, don't inhale em", Roger says. I go, "What?" He explains in great depth how his senior marketing class in college went retro and Roger got even more pompous then usual with this lecture about advertising...blah, blah, blah. 'Tell it to somebody who gives a shit,' is another classy thing I think in my head, but don't say. After a while Spunky screws up his face, and asks, "What are you talking about, Roger?" Roger stops talking, looks at both of us making a face like, 'Why am I talking to these two nitwits?' He mumbles, "Forget about it. I gotta go anyhow," and get of the bar stool, wobbles on his feet a second, then unsteadily leaves the bar. I chuckle and Spunky looks confused, then Tunes walks in and, at the same time, Spunky and me call out, "Tunes, over here". Tunes seems in a good mood, "You two teenie-bopper perverts having fun?" Spunky said, "What do ya mean?" I mutter, "We're having a blast, but I messed-up my ride home by falling asleep. Did Alexander say anything about me getting to his condo?" Tunes nods his head. saying, "Of course, Alexander arranged a ride for you," but before telling me what it is he orders an Irish Coffee and he looks at Spunky, who orders a coke and I ask for a regular coffee with cream and five sugars. The bartender takes our barely sipped beers away, staring at me. I frowned at his stare and ask, "What?" He smiles saying, "A little coffee with your sugar, coming up". While waiting for our drinks Tunes tells me when the valet-parking boys are off duty I'd get a ride home with one of them. Alexander tipped one of the boys twenty dollars to drive me to the condo. Great! And I bet I know which valet boy he tipped too. I'm feeling perkier by the second thinking about Bobby. The recent sixty-nine climax not withstanding, Bobby's very interesting to me. What a hot looking nineteen year old he is. Tunes buys a pack of Marlboro cigarettes, we drink our drinks and smoke cigarettes while Tunes, in between sips and drags, sweet talks with Spunky. Spunky keeps looking over at me with a concerned frown on his clueless, cute face. I try giving a nice smile back indicating I have no problems with Tunes talking sexy with him. I think Tunes finally got tired of Spunky paying so much attention to me because he look over and suggest, in a nice way, that maybe I should go check-out arrangements for my ride to the condo. Then, he probably felt that he'd been too direct and maybe a little rude so quickly adds that he and Spunky have a room for the night and they're going up there now, so.... That's fine, but it still boils down to, 'beat it'. However, no problem, it's perfectly fine with me. Spunky, on the other hand, must have felt like he was abandoning me or something because he leans over to whisper in my ear, "I'm sorry Oliver, I have to go with Tunes; you understand, don't you? Will you be alright without me?" Oh my! I bite my lip to keep from smiling or, God forbid, laughing out loud and in a mournful voice I assure Spunky that I'm good and everything is okay. He holds my face between his hands and tells me that next time he'd try to spend more time with me, he promises. I don't know what to do or say to that, so I just gave him a shy smile and a little wave. The two of them walk away with their arms around each other's waist and I head out of the bar wondering if occasionally Tunes lets Spunky fuck him; bet he does. I sure as hell wouldn't mind Spunky fucking me with that great seventeen year old cock of his. Wish we could have found a condom. Damn, it was wicked cold outside the club and I'm only wearing this skimpy silk costume. Too cold, so back inside I go to look for one of Alexander's friends. Maybe someone can lend me something from their car or locker, a sweatshirt, a jacket or something to keep me from freezing to death while I'm looking for the parking valets. When looking for one of Alexander's friends it's always wise to check the bars first 'cause these boys are boozers. The first bar I came to is charmingly named 'HOTTIE LOUNGE'. Immediately, above the heavy rap music, Dennis' lisping voice could be hear yelling something which causes lots of laughter. Dennis and six other guys are sitting together at the bar ogling naked young boys who are dancing on a small stage situated behind the bartenders' space. The dancing boys all have their puberty packages, but just barely for two of them. Couldn't help but stare and I can only hope they know what their doing. "Oliver, over here," calls out Ronald. He's sitting next to Dennis facing the door I'd just walked through. Mr Wiere, the older guy who won the auction for Spunky is also there, plus a couple of guys I'd seen around, but haven't met . By the time I'm finally able to fight my way through the group of men standing around the small bar area both my front and back Velcro flaps have been pulled open. Stepping up to the bar I see that Dennis and Ronald each have their hand in the other's laps stroking bare boners that point straight up out of their flies. My mouth must have dropped open because everyone laughs when they see my reaction. Immediately following the laughter I get hugged, kissed and generally mauled by three of the drunk guys closest to me. Someone fondles my ass roughly before I'm able to squeeze in between Dennis and Ronald. Explaining my need for something warm to wear Dennis said, "No problem, Oliver. They sell all kinds of T shirts and sweatshirts and hats right from the bar here". He bought me an XLARGE purple sweat shirt that has "HOTTIE LOUNGE" across the chest in big pink letters. I pull it over my head and it hangs down below my ass; nice warm fleece material. My folks will love it! Kissing Dennis 'thank you', then I head outside in hopes of finding Bobby, or someone from the valet service. I don't want to mess-up this ride. The parking lot is in the back. Walking all the way around the club and there it is, a lighted building titled appropriately, 'Parking Office'. Opening the door, cigarette smoke engulfs me. "Yeah, what do ya need, kid?" asks a middle aged man. There are six guys about my age smoking cigarettes, talking, and drinking cokes. None of them is Bobby. One of the boys in the group speaks up, "Are you Bobby's, ah, er, friend?" I nod my head 'yes', and the kid says, "He's delivering a car to the front right now, come on in and wait for him, if ya want to." The middle age man is sort of blocking my way. He has a pot belly, a pimp mustache, and a bad mousy brown comb-over. "Martin Snooky, I run the valet service," he says, holding out his hand to shake, "Call me Marty. Ya want a a job?" Marty's wearing a plaid sport coat, with a maroon shirt and tie, which goes perfectly with the comb-over. I tell him I wasn't from around here so I must decline his kind invitation of employment. He immediately loses interest in me and I go over to sit with the valet boys. Marty goes back to sit behind a small table where he has papers to shuffle. The kid who spoke up had a seventies style Beatles' haircut and braces on his teeth. He tells me his name's Ned something, I forget the last name. He has some acne on his forehead, but he's still kinda cute. I introduced myself and accept the offer of a cigarette as the heavy set kid next to Ned asks, "You queer?" I tell him, "Yes. I'm gay, how bout you?" He says he isn't, but he doesn't seem to mind that I an. It's hard to tell, but none of these kids appear to be gay. Bobby certainly is though, and these kids apparently know he is, but don't care. Cool dudes. They're telling parking cars war stories while waiting for three-thirty to get here, which the club's official closing time and the end of their night's work. The heavy set kid is Rory and he's telling what he and his bud did for laughs. He said they'd casually 'lift' a handful of condom six-packs from the Pharmacy section of the supermarket and wander around putting a six pack in unsuspecting shoppers' carts. Then they'd hang out at the check-out registers to watch the shopper's faces when the condom packs get rung-up. Rory has a comical way of telling a story and we all get chuckling pretty good by the time he's done. Ned passes me his coke with a smirk on his face, and I take a big swallow and almost choke because it's heavy with rum. He smiles cutely as I dragged on my cigarette, praying I don't throw-up. Ned starts laughing before he even tell his story. It involves the Mall where he and his posse like to leave a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading into the women's restroom. Lots of groans at that. A short boy with a military bearing about him, very serious, very neat clothing and a marine haircut; perhaps a Napoleon complex too, speaks up. What he likes to do in department stores is look right into the security camera and use it as a mirror while he methodically and elaborately picks his nose. Man, we had some laughing going on now. I guess ya really can't tell a book by it's cover. That's the last thing one might expect out of that kid. Lots of laughs, partially as a result of the rum and, of course, these bullshit stories are pretty funny; well, I assume they're bullshit. In any case I get the giggles going pretty good listening to them. The maroon bossman comes over to tell us one of his favorite ways to fuck with somebody's head. When visiting his in-laws in Georgia he'd go to the hunting section of the department store and while fondling a big hand gun, put this dead look on his face, and then mumble a question to a stranger about where he might buy some antidepressants. Us kids exchange looks and Ned went, "Duh, not that story again, Marty" Marty said, "Go fuck yourself, Neddy boy". They're smiling when they exchange those pleasantries so I'm relaxed and have some more rum and coke; then Bobby comes in. Bobby tells Marty that business is picking up and members were beginning to leave. Then him and me hit fists lightly, saying, "Yo, bro!" and do a one arm hug, just like we're old buddies. Bobby quietly says, "Your friend Alexander paid me to be your chauffeur when I get off work, Oliver." I'd guessed as much and explain to Bobby how I missed my ride. Well, obviously I didn't tell the truth about that. I don't think there's a great deal of truth flying around in this little building anyway. Some good chuckles though. It's just after three in the morning and guys are leaving regularly now so all the valets get busy bringing cars up for the members. I walk back to the club, wandering around doing some people watching. Maybe ninety percent of the guys I see are either drunk or at least feeling no pain and different ones hit on me every couple of minutes. Good natured hitting; more complimentary than anything else and I feel pretty good. By now I'm mostly sober, but maybe still a little bit under the influence. Anyway, all the attention strikes me as a fun thing. Then, sometime later, Bobby's tapping me on the shoulder and I discover I'd fallen sound asleep in the lobby stretched out on a leather sofa. Perhaps, not as sober as I'd thought. Bobby's laughing at me because of the drool on my chin and because at first I don't know where I'm at so I must have been in a deep sleep. "You must have really crashed, Oliver. You're in a total fog! Come on boy, we gotta go". It's like I'm "What? Huh? Oh yeah, sure, Bobby," and then struggling to get myself off that huge piece of furniture. Bobby helps support me initially, still chuckling at my condition. "Don't tell me you're going to be too tired to give me my good night kiss, Oliver". Bobby says that with his lips against my ear, leaving a bit of saliva behind. My immediate reply is, "Oh no, you've got a kiss coming, Bobby." He gooses my ass real good making my dick move a little bit, as much as it can in that silky Robin costume bottoms. The car we get into is an old Ford sedan, model unknown. Everything about it is big and ugly. Bobby tells me it's his mom's. He tries starting it and it almost caught, then fizzles out. Pumping the gas once and trying again with the same result. "What a shit box" I say without thinking, and instead of getting mad Bobby laughs his ass off. "Don't hold back Oliver, what do you really think about it?" This is one of those rare deals where you feel you've know someone a long time, someone you've just met. That's how it is with Bobby and me. We laugh together. Actually, Bobby began making me feel comfortable with him as soon as he saw me drive up with Alexander. He's so unpretentious, a few times he'd leave himself open to be humiliated by a person who would do something like that, like the little girly/boy did earlier tonight, for example. Of course I wouldn't do that, but Bobby has no way of knowing. Right up front he'd made it obvious that he's interested in me too; he wasn't worried, like I always am, about being rejected. He'd told me I was the type of boy he'd dreamed about having for a boyfriend. Can you imagine how vulnerable he'd made himself there? What if I said something like, "You're such a dork, keep dreaming. Ya look like a cunt with that ponytail too, ya know?" There have been many bullies in my life who would have said something mean like that, gay or straight. Guess I'm cynical, but I can't imagine leaving my feelings exposed like Bobby does. That being said, his behavior endeared him to me, flattered me too. Maybe being open and honest from the start is the way to go, but, nah, I don't have the self confidence for that. What I usually do is try not to annoy anyone and just wait patiently for a boy to make a move on me. When he eventually does, I drop my pants and put my butt up in the air for him. It's sort of worked for me so far, never had so many friends in all my life as I've made the last nine months. It makes me feel popular. Looking over, checking out Bobby, I can't help but notice he looks like a little kid behind the wheel of this old big Ford; like a really cute little kid who's too young to drive. With a determined frown on his face he twist the key real hard in the ignition, as if the harder he twist the key, the more likely it will be to start. Pumping the gas pedal hard again too. No luck that time, but on the third try the engine finally caught and Bobby floors the gas in idle to warm it up. Proud of himself, he looks over with a cute smirk on his face and mutters, "Shit box, my ass," and, not able to stop myself, I lean over and kiss the corner of his mouth. Bobby pull his head away and says, "Not yet Oliver, let me get us away from the club". He drives out the parking lot and it takes only a minute to get on the highway and then he holds out his right hand to me, steering the car with his left. Keeping his eyes on the road, he said "Let's hold hands, okay?" Moving over closer to him on the old time bench seat, I take his hand and hold it, both our hands resting on my left thigh. Holding his hand just like we did hours ago at the club, like a boy and girl hold hands. The feel of his palm against mine is so sweet I need to bite my lip again trying not to moan. Bobby's driving too fast, but I'll be damned if I'm going to say anything about that. It quickly becomes obvious we aren't heading for Alexander's neighborhood so I do question where we're going and Bobby looks over with a mischievous expression and tells me the town's lovers lane isn't far and that I still need to give him his goodnight kiss, so how about it? He seems real excited about the whole thing too, so I mumble, "Hell, yeah!" Less than five minutes later we pull onto a gravel road that leads to what use to be a drive-in movie. I'm like, "Wow! I've never been to one of these before." The big backboard for the outdoor screen is still standing without the screen, although just barely. The front screen portion dark, not white and the whole structure is leaning precariously to the left. Lot's of metal poles standing in rows looking like parking meters. I'd seen an old movie on cable TV a couple of years ago that showed teen boys going to a drive-in movie. Some of the kids hid in the trunk of a car so they wouldn't have to pay. The movie's titled, 'The Outsiders', and it had a lot of cute young guys starring in it; one of then was named Pony, another Soda Pop, one was Dallas, and another one was Johnny. The actor who played Johnny later played the lead role in the old, 'The Karate Kid', movies. Those movies must have been made before I was born because some of the stars that were cute kids back then are grown-up stars now. like Tom Cruise for one. I'm not good with names so I can't remember the others. If you get a chance, rent the DVD just to check-out the boys, but the movie itself is wicked corny. Gee, just think of the possibilities at a drive-in; you could do pretty much what you wanted in your car. At a real movie you get yelled at for whispering. Bobby pulls his mom's shit-box car way over to the far side of the drive-in and turns off the lights. He leaves the engine running so we can keep the heater working, and because Bobby's not sure it'll start up again if he turns the engine off. It's cold outside at almost four in the morning, and we're approaching winter in the Northeast so of course it's cold. Even though it's extremely late, we aren't the only ones here. Two other cars are parked further up near the front, both with their lights off and the windows fogged over. Bobby locks the doors for safety and we crawl over into the back seat and get under a funky smelling car blanket. After making out awhile and getting turned on by each other, Bobby says, "Let's take off our clothes, Oliver. Do ya think that would be alright?" Spunky asked me the same thing hours ago in that little greet and meet room at the club. Odd to think other boys look to me for approval, by asking if their suggestion's okay; that's a little unusual from my prospective. Shrugging, I mutter, "Sure, but I don't have much to take off. Bobby makes fun of my 'HOTTIE LOUNGE' fleece sweatshirt as I pull it over my head. Chuckling, I tell him to be nice, and that I'm re-gifting it to my dad for Christmas. We get to laughing about that, then he notices Alexander's huge hickey and touches it with his index finger saying, "I've seen one of those on every one of his boys," and for the first time I don't like being lumped in with Alexander's boys, but don't say anything about. Completely naked except for my silk slippers, I look at Bobby and he goes, "Oh yeah," like he forgot to get undressed, staring at my naked body. He chuckles at himself, muttering, "Yep, I should take my clothes off too." A minute later Bobby was completely naked, except for his jockey underwear and sweat socks. Still stinging a little about the Alexander's boys, when I see him hesitate taking off his underwear, I go, "Get then down, Bobby," and goes, Um, sure," and pulls his sweat socks off. Giving him a blank stare as I play with my dick, he says, "All of a sudden I feel a little shy about getting naked in front of you so I'll leave my undies on if it's okay with you." I can tell he's teasing because he used a funny voice, so we laugh briefly and then I reach over to pull down one side of his jockey shorts real fast. He's faster though and jerks my arm behind my back and start wrestling. Bobby has average strength which means we're equal so we flounce around in the back seat laughing and cursing at each other. We're exerting enough energy that I feel the sweat on Bobby forehead when our heads rub together as his pony tail flies around us. My hand ends up inside his jockey shorts and I quickly cup his nuts in my fist, saying, "Ah ha, Bobby, ya want your nuts squeezed or are you going to pull down your shorts?" The car's heater is pouring out warm air and it's stifling hot in here. The shorts come right off and we nestled together under the blanket giggling like the little kids we're acting like. His body is nice to cuddle with, but it isn't a top of the line model either. He's ever slightly chubby with what I call baby fat around his waist, but no way is he fat. He's just not tight and tuned, which makes me think of Joey's tight, muscular body and gulp at how hot it is. Tight and tuned doesn't do Joey's body justice. Bobby's rubbing the palms of his hand all over me and comments on how much he likes my hairless body. When we've enjoyed the feel of each other's bodies, Bobby gets his arm around my waist and mumbles to me with a grin, "You might be a tiny bit on the skinny side, Oliver," so I guess he isn't totally thrilled with my body either. I go, "Ya think?" and thrilled or not, neither one of us stops squeezing as we hug together rubbing our imperfect, but sexy enough, bodies together. Soon I notice the blanket poking up off Bobby's lap so I feel under there and grab his boner with my fist, and a real nice boner it is too; a longer and a lot fatter than mine. It's a real nice fistful. As we stare into each other's eyes I feel along the shaft up to the head only to be disappointed that Bobby's cut like me. Thinking of Joey's awesome uncut cock that's so sexy to stroke and so fluid with the extra skin sliding up and over covering his cock's head and then sliding off it nice and smooth like. I've got a tight boner myself from the wrestling and fondling Bobby's boner, and thinking about Joey's too. A boner is yet another thing I love about boys. Bobby has no hair on his chest, but he has the amount on his legs that many boys have, as well as, the normal amount of pubes. It's fun and sexy rubbing through his bush and up and down his leg with the palm of my hand, exploring Bobby's body under the covers. The feel of his hands on me is equally hot. Stroking his boner in a casual manner with one hand and lazily rubbing his body with the other, and him feeling all around my body is both relaxing and sexually stimulating at the same time. We talk quietly about school and about being gay as we continue enjoying each other. We're both mostly in the closet for just about everybody except guys at college, and for Bobby the guys he works at the club. He gets more tips from the club members because he's an acknowledged gay boy there. Frankie and Pete are the only guys from my job last summer that knew I was gay. During a lull in the conversation we slip back into a hot make-out, Bobby following my lead with the spit swapping and is soon doing it as good as Frankie, me, or Joey. For me the hot make out with a cute naked gay boy puts be in a dreamy state of mind where nothing is on my mind except what Bobby and I are doing. Licking another boy's tongue, face, and neck while they're doing the same to me creates a trance so peaceful and wonderful and soothing and sexy. We're breathing hard through our noses groaning, moaning at the same time. Loving the way he smells just like I love the way most of the boys I've made-out with smell although they're all a little different. Hell, I even like the way Myer's smells with his occasional young teen BO, awesomely sexy. Our making-out gets me hotter and hotter until that familiar awesome sensation of impending climax overtakes me, and I break off the mouth to mouth kissings and spit swapping to mutter, out of breath, "Wait, a minute Bobby, I don't want to cum so soon." He grins, and takes a big breath, mumbling, "Me neither, you're really sexy, Oliver." Keeping our arms around each other's neck, our faces side by side we both catch our breath saying nothing. His own cock is dripping wet precum on my leg as he continues doing little humps with his hips pressing the head of his cock against my thigh. He grunts, breaks his hold on me and sits with his back against the seat. Chuckles and quietly says, "I almost blew my wad on your leg just them, Oliver." I sit back next to him with our sides touching and we talk. Bobby admits he's a virgin and the only sex he's had is mutual jerking off with a kid in high school during his junior and senior years. No kissing, but his friend did do oral sex on him near the end of their senior year, but his cock sucking friend joined the Army after grouting high school and Bobby enrolled in community college. That's the totality of his sex life. My story's even worse than his all the way through high school, but then it picks up dramatically on my senior class trip and beyond, but I don't tell him all of it, just an over-view because I don't want to seem like a sex slut or something. I've no idea what a normal amount of sex is for a nineteen year old so why take a chance 'cause maybe I am oversexed. As I've mentioned any number of times, it's one of the things I find time to worry about. Bobby's quiet, then swallows hard and coughs, starts to say something, but only a wheeze came out. His body gets stiff and I'm barely able to hear him squeak out real fast, "Can we fuck tonight?" After hearing his sex history, and the disappointed way he told it to me his question didn't surprise me all that much. I'm glad he asked it first though because I was sure thinking about asking him. This is better though 'cause I get the opportunity to take the high road, asking, "Are you sure you want to, Bobby? I only want to if you want to." He gets a little shy when he tells me he's been thinking about me ever since I gave him that kiss goodnight the last time I was at the club. That kiss is still a mystery to me, but it's best to keep that fact to myself. Just to say something, I ask him if there's anything he'd like me to explain or help him with; this being his first fuck and all. Bobby took a little offense to that saying, "I'm not an idiot, I've been on line about a thousand times watching gay sex and know all about it. I just haven't found the right boy to do it with," and he turns his head to look at me, adding, "Until now." He goes on to tell me his fantasy: He'll fuck me until he was almost ready to cum and then he'll pull out and I'll fuck him till we both have orgasms together. Hmmm, that's quite a plan... His plan has less then a snowball's chance in hell of going the way he thinks it will, but instead of being negative, I say, "Whatever you want, Bobby. It's your first time and it's an honor to be your first partner; swear to God it is." I was Joey's first gay fuck partner too and I still can't get over it because it's such a hot thought. Of course it's highly unlikely Bobby's going to be able to stop and we'll switch places, not when he's right on the verge of cuming, but it'll be fun to see what happens. When I mention condoms, Bobby's like, "Condom? I've never had sex with anybody ever Oliver, don't you believe me?" Telling him it's his sex partner here who he needs to worry about. We talk that over for a couple of minutes and he assures me he'd get some condoms for his next partner, but he really wants to do this even though we don't have a condom. Well, since I know I'm fine, it would be a one in a million chance the one or two times I've had sex without a condom I got infected, so I shrug, mumbling, "Sure, okay. How 'bout lube?" The only light inside the car is moon light, but it's enough for me to see Bobby smirk, reach under the front seat and come up with a small tube of Vaseline he'd swiped from the men's locker room. Vaseline is too greasy and messy, but in a pinch one must make do. I ask, "So you want to fuck me first?" Very seriously, he looks at me and says, "Very much, Oliver, more than I want to admit to myself." I nod my head realizing how big of a deal this must be for Bobby. I certainly can relate to that. He asks, " Would it be okay if you get on your knees and elbows like I saw boys do it n a video?" The car has a big old, deep back seat and so that's what I do. Bobby immediately starts dabbing Vaseline on my hole, but very tentatively. I look back, saying, "Put a lot of it around my anus and even more pushed inside, Bobby. Push your finger inside me." He does an uncomfortable nervous chuckle while pushing Vaseline up my hole, as I'm thinking how glad I am Alexander shaved my body, it feels good and won't put off Bobby in case random hairs on my ass might be a turn off to him. the first time his finger goes inside me it feels real good to me, but brings a nervous giggle out of Bobby as he mutters, "Oh God, I can't believe I'm finally doing this," and he pushes his finger in all the way up to the knuckle. His rough probe makes me bite my lip, but I keep my 'Ow' to myself. This is no time to criticize. Soon he has more than enough lube up my hole and he's now finger fucking me like a pro, still with some nervous chuckling though. "This is so much weirder to do then it looks on video, Oliver. How does it feel?" I assure him it feels great and now I need to lube his asshole for when it's my turn to do him. We switch positions and at first he can't relax his sphincter muscle enough to allow my finger to get inside him without hurting him, although he claimed he is relaxed. Finally I force a heavily lubed finger past his tight sphincter muscle and surprisingly, he doesn't yell out; instead, he whistles air between through his lips, the one surrounding his mouth, for about thirty seconds while tightening his hole even more. Continuing to finger fuck him finally gets him a little loosened up and I use the rest of the tube of Vaseline up there because he has the tightest hole I've ever fingered. My boner get tightens up just thinking about plowing that hole. We're ready except Bobby's nervous again and can't get a hard enough boner to poke into me. I lean over and suck on it for him. Bobby does a lot of, "Ah, and ohs," as he plays with my hair. He humps his hips and squirms, his limp noodle is soon a boner plenty hard enough to fuck with, and it's a fairly large one too. "Good to go, Bobby, and you got yourself a great cock there, dude. He strokes himself, muttering, "Hey, thanks," and I get on my knees and elbows again, like he requested earlier. Like I mentioned, the car's quite warm; too warm actually, but we aren't about to delay this with temperature control concerns. Bobby's on his knees behind me and he grabs both sides of my hips, saying, "I hope I do this alright, Oliver>" Before I can reassure him, he rams his fat cock right past my sphincter muscle and all the way up me till his balls bounce off the inside of my thigh. I see stars, as Bobby exclaims enthusiastically, "Oh my God, this feels awesome! I can't fucking believe it!" He pulls back too far, totally coming out of me, but fumbles with his boner a second, grunting with anticipation lining it with my anus and plows right back in the same way he did it the first time. What videos is he watching? It's first time and I don't want to hurt his feelings, that hurt, so I calmly ask him to take his time and try not to pull his dick all the way out, but he does anyway and plows that big boner back in again, apologizing like mad, saying it's very slippery. I mumble, "You're doing fine, Bobby," but my boners oct most of it's tightness by now. After that that third time, he's able to control himself enough to keep the head of his cock in my hole with each hump, but the whole thing turns into the most out of control rabbit fuck ever in the history of mankind, or of rabbits-kind for that matter. After the first dozen thrusts it's feeling good even for me and gets me quickly aroused. Only real problem is that the top of my head keeps banging into the car's side door handle with each of his forceful, fast humps into me. Bonk, bonk, bonk, bonk, bonk, bonk, bonk; it's killing the top of my head. As he hammers away roughly fucking my ass, Bobby's making a series of the oddest sounds, but they're obviously pleasure sounds. I sneak a look back and he's got swear droplets flying off his face, his eyes and lips as highly closed with his head back in apparent ecstasy.. My cock's hard, bobbing off my belly with every wild thrust as his fingers dig into my sides with Bobby holding onto me, fucking me like a wild child. I don't believe I could have done anything to stop him if I wanted to, which I don't want to do in any case because now it's feeling fantastic with sensory explosions going off in my ass that spread outward creating buzzing in my balls as my shoulders shudder in pleasure. There's nothing wrong with a fast fuck at times, but Bobby's doing it with abamdom and differently from any other fuck I've had. Probably the best part for me is how rough he is and how oblivious he seems to be to that fact; I kinda liked that because it feeds my submissive side nicely. Plus, it's pretty obvious that Bobby's no more concerned about how good this feels to me than a German Sheppard dog would be if he were fucking me. Humping me like a madman has my climax building, but Bobby fires off his load in record time; in about four minutes he sounds like he's in pain as he moans loudly, "Aaggghh, of god," and pours cum up my ass, retracting wildly with his cock pulling out of me again as his second long string of cum extends from my lower back to the back of my neck, the next shot hits right on my left butt cheek as he fumbles his boner back in my ass to continue plowing my ass in his own slippery creamy spunk, still making desperate sounds of pleasure. Fast for sure, but it sure feels like a big climax as his cum drools out of me and slides down my ass cheeks, dripping down from there onto inside of both my thighs. He made that long sound of pleasure/pain when he initially climaxed inside of me and follow with basically the same sound for each of the three or four good followup spurts of cum he shot out of that steel cock of his. I want to jerk myself off, but I resist that strong urge because, for one thing, I needed both forearms on the seat to keep from tumbling off, and because I want to fuck Bobby's ass. He's slowing down moaning quietly now, but continues humping in and out of me and he feels great to me, although it was too fast and the start was a tad painful so I never really got near my climax point. A fun ride for the most part though, quick but fun and I like the way Bobby's laying on my back hugging me while doing his post climax humping too. Actually this hugging and slow humping in and out of me is more sensuous than his wild fuck and perhaps Bobby's agreed as he repeats a quiet, "Oh yeah," every time he drives his cock deep up inside me. He finally runs out of energy collapsed on top of me without humping his cock, just leaving it inside me, muttering, "The best experience of my life, Oliver." Nice to hear, but I go flat on the seat, my arms aching a little. We lay there with the side of his head next to my cheek as he breaths deeply, his heart beating fast against my back. Then a long contented sigh from Bobby. Letting him get his breath back, then jokingly ask, "Is it time for you to pull out, so I can fuck you and we both climax together?" He laughs calling me a dick, then confesses, "I forgot about the pulling-out part, but everything else went just as I figured it would'. My reply is, "Yeah, except for that tiny detail about us cuming at the same time". He goes, "Yeah, except for that," and he chuckles, saying, "I'm laying in my own spunk." We rustle around to sit next to each other again, but on the blanket this time. He goes, "This blanket's finally going to get washed. His cum's drooling out of my hole onto the funky blanket, as I mutter, "Don't do anything rash, Bobby, this blanket's been through worse than this I'm guessing." Bobby chuckles again, one happy boy, After a bit, he looks at me, takes my hand to hold, and says seriously, "I've never cum that hard or that much or that quickly before in my life. It was an awesome experience for me, one I'll never forget. Thank you, Oliver. It was fantastic from beginning to end." Not wanting to turn this into a mauling thing because it's just buddy sex, not love, which I used to think it was every time I kissed a boy, so I jokingly say, "So you enjoyed the entire three minutes, did you?" He laughs, going, "You dick, it was a lot longer than that," and we start wrestling again, laughing and cursing like we did earlier. I get a good hold of his fat ponytail with both my hands pulling his head back to kiss his lips, then say, "My turn." Bobby stops struggling and drops his eyes getting quiet again. "I'm nervous, Oliver, will it hurt?" I remember the same reaction from Joey that first time, so I didn't crack joke, instead, getting serious myself, I tell him, "I'll go slow, Bobby, and stop the second you feel any win at all, or we'll stop if you decide you'd rather not do it now. Okay?" Looking me in the eyes, still real serious, he says, "Oh, I want to do it fer sure, and you're as great guy, I knew you would be, so I trust you and can't even think of a boy I'd rather have my first time with. It's couldn't be better than doing it with you, but can we make out some more first?" We were both nineteen, but Bobby's like I was nine months ago, totally inexperienced and that makes him feel and act younger; he looked younger too. I know exactly hoe he feels and have no problem with either him being inexperienced or acting younger then he is, as I said, I know where he's coming from. Nodding my head, with a smile, I take his face between the palms of my hands as kiss him sweetly on the lips. We're soon into a hot make out rubbing each other's bodies as we do it and it gets hot' hot sexily and hot inside this car with both of us sweating which just adds to the sexiness. Some gay boys don't make out which is a shame because it's sexy hot. French kissing him I'm rubbing the back of his head and along his sides and then down his hairy legs and finally his crotch. He moans becoming very relaxed and actually gets a semi-hard boner going, so I finally say, "Just sit back against the seat, Bobby". Kneeling in front of him, between his legs, I reach under him as he slides forward in the seat, and finger his hole, silently staring into his eyes as he stares back, his lips parted. After a bit my fingers going all the way up that tight hole of his, in and back, in and back, without a complaint from Joey, He soon lets a quiet moan escape his lips and I kiss him tenderly. Then add my middle finger next to my index finger and after a few grimaces from Bobby get both fingers in his slippery tight hole and loosen him up a bit. After a few little grimaces, I'm sliding both fingers smoothly inside his ass and he gives me a small smile and puts both his hands on my shoulders loosely as our foreheads come together. to be continued... Chapter 22 (Alexander VI, the surprise) by Donny Mumford thinat20@yagoo.com Please consider a tax deductible contribution to nonprofit Nifty. Details on the site. Thank you.