Date: Thu, 27 Dec 2007 10:27:05 -0800 (PST)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: OLIVER AT COLLEGE...... CONCLUSIONS  part 1   By Donny Mumford

The Counting Crows CD was playing and the song  "She
Don't Want Nobody Near" came on.  The cool tag line,
"I'm alright,  I just can't get home tonight"    Their
music was playing loud out of my Mini Cooper's stereo
system... all eight speakers.  I could hear it just
fine because the convertible's top was up....it was a
cold, windy day in late November and as I sang along I
had a smile on my face, this was the start of a ten
day Thanksgiving vacation.  A break from college...a
change of pace.  The Mini was cruising down the
highway  at 70 mph, me singing with the band...
everything was grand.

My parents think I'm leaving tomorrow and driving
directly to their place.  Well, they got the second
part right.... I will be at their place tomorrow
afternoon, but I'm leaving the University today, not
tomorrow.  I'm heading for a nice little secret
sleep-over at Alexander North's condo tonight.  Mom
and Dad would be hurt to think I'd use a day of
vacation to spend with Alexander rather than with
them, so it's quite simple....I won't mention it to
them.

I'm kind of anxious to see Alexander and this time,
surprisingly, it's not because I'm horny....Christ,
I've been fucking Joey on a regular basis for the last
week or so and I've also enjoyed a few sexy encounters
with the oh-so-hot Randy Rider....so, I'm not
especially horny.   With Randy and me it's been
strictly oral sex,  ... although he has mentioned a
plan to tie me me up and then give me the fucking of
my life. Yipes!    With Joey,  it's been exclusively
me fucking him.  He wants to save the oral sex, and
him-fucking-me until all his casts are removed so he
can get his arms and legs involved in the action.
Frankly, I'm looking forward to that.

I've had the strongest urge to suck Joey's cock,  from
day one actually... but I'll be patient and abide his
time-table....he's a strong-willed lad.  Along that
line,  Joey's mentioned that he'll be taking over
control of our roommate sex as soon his arm strength
is close to normal.  I'm hoping he wasn't just kidding
me about that.   I'd love to discover a fully healed
Joey with a secret dominant personality.  He's got the
baby face and he's younger than me, but when healthy
he'll be stronger than I am and, oh boy....a dominant
Joey would really be something.  Actually it wouldn't
surprise me if he is dominant because he's an athlete
and most athletes are aggressive, not passive....at
least, I hope that's a fact.  My sex life has never,
ever been as good as it's been lately and the future
looks even brighter.

So, no...I'm not especially horny.   The reason I want
to spend some time with bossy Alexander is because I
liked the take-charge sex he laid on me the last time
we were together.  He opened my eyes to a new
Alexander and I want to try that new version
again....you know, doing everything the way Alexander
wants it done...me playing the docile role.  That was
hot fun for both of us.  He's a tall, good looking,
well built twenty year old and he has a very sexy way
about him....so, I'm anxious to see him again.

Alexander is functioning along the same general sexual
guidelines as the ones Randy Rider appears to be
working with.   I already mentioned that Randy wants
to tie me up and fuck me.  I think he's serious and
I'd be lying if I said it didn't interest me some.  I
made a promise to myself months ago to be willing to
try new stuff...be extra adventurous while I'm young.
 "Tying me up and fucking me like I've never been
fucked before"  is just the sort of thing Alexander
might say too....Randy and Alexander are two peas in a
pod as far as sexual take-charge guys go.... I'm
guessing they both pretty much insist on being in that
role when sex is involved.

As I've mentioned before, I like Alexander but not as
much as I use.  That's because he's changed from the
sweet boy I knew in Wildwood to  this overly confident
guy who's a bit stuck on himself.  At the same time
I've also gotta admit that the wicked hot sex he puts
on me can make me overlook a lot of deficits in the
general area of his personality.  For the record, I'm
also well aware that he messes around with every boy
who will let him get away with it...I know that and
Alexander knows that I know that.... so we have no
illusions about each other.  Sex buddies, that's us.

See, I can be a realist at times..... I'm also aware
that Alexander considers me one of his "boys".  Hey,
so what?... it's a HOT sexy fun thing being one of his
boys.  I can't wait to see what he has up his sleeve
for me this trip.  It's just another fun excursion
into the uncharted waters of Alexander North's
Delaware adventures...kind of like a thrill ride on
the Wildwood boardwalk.  It can be scary, but deep
down you KNOW you're safe.....   Hell, I know that
this sort of thing isn't for everyone,  but it is for
me.

The drive to Dover, Delaware went Ok and when I
arrived I immediately spotted Alexander outside his
barbershop.  He was leaning up against the door
smoking a cigarette.  I pulled up at the curb ten
yards down from the shop,  right on time too.... it
was a little after six at night.  There was a chunky,
nice looking guy next to Alexander...the chunky lad
was drinking a YooHoo.  That has to be Anthony,  the
hair-stylist, assistant manager.  I saw him briefly
the last time I was here.  Neither of the two saw me
park so I got out of my car and, trying to surprise
them, I  quietly sauntered up the brick sidewalk of
this upscale strip mall.  Alexander was telling
Anthony something,  I couldn't hear what was being
said, but the way Anthony looked at Alexander it was
obvious he was one of Alexander's "boys" too.

Using a high pitched, dorky voice I said, "Excuse me
Mr Rich People.  I'm looking for the Alexander North
Hair Salon, appointments-only.  Can you help me find
this expensive clip joint?"  Watching the side of his
face, I could see Alexander's initial pissed-off
frown....like "Who is this fucking asshole?".. but
then he looked over and saw me.  Huge smile, which
appeared sincere,  and a big hug.... but no kiss.
"This is who we're waiting for Anthony.  My friend
Oliver Nickerson, from Wildwood.  He's always had this
delusion that he's funny."  Anthony gave me a weak
smile and a limp hand which I tried to shake,  but it
slipped out of my grasp.

Alexander and I preceded to tell each other how great
we were doing in our respective lives and then we made
a bit of small talk about the sports scene and then
this from Alexander... "Well Oliver, to be honest with
ya,  that new haircut of yours'  sucks.  Why didn't ya
wait till you got down here? ya dummy!"  He chuckled
as he and Anthony ridiculed the efforts of the Campus
Barbershop barber, and by extension, me.  I endured
this with an appropriate chastised look on my face.
Then Alexander turned his attention back to me and
said, "Fuck!  I wanted Anthony here to style your hair
to fit in with this evening's festivities, but your
hair's already too short for that."

I pretended to be concerned for a second and then
said, "So sorry but you never mentioned a word of this
to me."  Alexander looked incredulous that I'd say
such a thing and he replied in a manner you might use
with a "slow" child, " You and I are going to the
costume party at the club, remember?  ... as Batman
and Robin?   I'm pretty sure I mentioned that to you
about ten times, right?"  Anthony said, "Everyone in
the fucking contest is going as Batman and Robin."  I
asked, "Which one am I going as?"... in a dismissive
way they both chuckled at that question. He had
mentioned the contest, but nothing about my hair
style....I let it go.

Resigning himself to the situation, Alexander shrugged
and said to Anthony, "Oh well, neaten it up like a
fifties haircut style, use a temporary black dye and
somehow get it to lay over in front with a little
part.  You know, like that old time TV "Robin's" hair.
 What the fuck,  now-a-days that might even pass as a
"butch" look for my boy-wonder here".  Anthony shook
his head back and forth one time as if to indicate,
"What a pain in the ass this is" and Alexander said to
me, "I'd do it myself Oliver,  but I've got to get
some money from the ATM and then pick-up the twins
from the riding academy.  And, by the way, I did not
tell Nathan and Noah you'd be here so don't slip-up in
an email or something and mention it, OK?.  If they
knew you were here.... well, just don't slip up with
that."

As Alexander was zippering up his coat getting ready
to leave,  Anthony said to him, "I'll see you tomorrow
about 9:30  ... you better be down here or I'll come
upstairs and get you."  Alexander spit out, "I love
you too, Anthony." Then he gave me my orders, "
Oliver, when Anthony's done with your hair just go
upstairs to my condo and wait for me there.  And, you
know.. make yourself comfortable or whatever,  I'll be
along in a little while."  He started walking away and
I cried out in a whining voice, "But Alexander, I
don't need a haircut or my hair dyed...."  He chuckled
and said, "Don't be silly.  Do what Anthony tells
you."  Anthony said to me, "Let get moving, I've got a
life too, ya know.  There are places I got to be.."

What the fuck.....I went in the main part of the
barbershop and got up in barber chair Anthony was
pointing at.   Without saying another word he put a
cape on me and started cutting my hair with electric
clippers and then a little with the scissors...  it
didn't take long.  The buzzing noise of the clippers
and snipping sound of scissors along with the subtle
pressure of Anthony leaning against me, both of us
quiet, created the usual hypnotic mood for me.

 Anthony is a nice looking kid around 21 years old.
About my height, but heavier than me...not fat,
stocky.  I'd noticed the last time that he had a great
ass and, following him into the barbershop today, I
thought that same thing again....nice ass!  He's
Italian.... and looked like he was ..swarthy and
handsome, I guess you could say.  Not boyish looking,
more a grown-up Italian look.  Joey was boyish
Italian.  Thoughts of Joey kept working their way into
my head lately.

When Anthony was done cutting he cranked down the back
of the barber chair to dye my hair black.  He was
considerate enough to inform me that it would wash out
with two or three shampoos.  The hair dye smelled
yucky.. when he was done he cranked the chair up, blow
dried the hair, put stiff gel on the front hairs to
get them to lay down and razored in a one inch "part"
on the left side to complete this look of the old TV
Robin, whoever he was.... I'd never seen the show.

Anthony spun the barber chair around to face the
mirrored wall and asked, "What do ya think?"  I gawked
in the mirror at my reflection and thought, "Wonder if
Joey would it?"  To Anthony I mumbled, "It's too
black!  Nobody has hair this black" and Anthony said,
"Yeah, it is...but that's what the man wants, so
that's what he gets."  I guess Alexander thinks
artificially pitch black hair is a butch look for a
gay boy.  It's actually more of an Emo look if you ask
me.  Anthony had snapped the cape off me and patted
the back of my head indicating I should get up. I slid
out of that big barber chair as  Anthony rang up
$32.00 on the new, old-time-looking cash register. He
said, "You're a friend of Alexander's so half price
for the haircut and dye".

He looked at me expectantly and I gulped before
saying, "Ah, I don't think Alexander wanted to charge
me..that is, he didn't charge me last time or
anything."  Anthony wrinkled his forehead and pursed
his lips making a face like..Duh!...then he said,
"That's Alexander's choice, pal ... when I do hair I
get paid.  This isn't my fucking hobby, OK?".   What
the hell,  I fumbled around in my pocket for a twenty,
a ten and a five.  Anthony put the bills in the cash
register drawer, took out three ones and put them in
his pocket.."Thanks, big spender" he muttered with
another frown as he locked the cash register.... then
he began closing up the shop.

A thirty-two dollar haircut and I've got to tip him
too?  Fuck!  Anthony told me to get the broom out of
the closet and when I handed it to him he swept up my
hair and then briskly handed the broom back to me
nodding his head in the direction of the closet.  I
put it away thinking, "Hey, I'm the fucking client
here...not the janitor", but I kept that thought to
myself as I realized Anthony was asking me something,
"Ya wanta mess around for a few minutes?"  I said,
Huh? What?"  Without replying to that, he walked over
and grabbed my crotch with his right hand and my right
buttock with his left.  Squeezing some he said, "You
heard me."  I grunted as his fingers located my dick
and he began rubbing it through my jeans. He smelled
like the masculine gel he'd just put in my hair.  When
he spoke his breath was cool on my face and had a
neutral smell....I noticed his small, very white teeth
too.

As he quickly got a nice rhythm going stroking my cock
I started  gasping and moving from one foot to the
other as I squeaked out..."Anthony! What..I mean ..no
I don't.  I mean...yeah I heard you, but I don't want
to mess around."  He said. "You sure of that?"  and
his left hand was inside the back of my pants...his
bare hand on my ass.  Jesus, that's always a turn-on
for me.  I love feeling the palm of some guy's hand
rubbing my bare ass.  Our faces were almost touching
and I could see the outline of his five o'clock
shadow... Anthony would have a full bread if he didn't
shave every day.  Even this close his skin was still
flawless, except for those whiskers.

Myself, I rarely needed to shave... .just a little
touch up on my upper lip and chin about once a week.
I've been conscientious about doing it recently
because I wanted to have a smooth face for Joey who
had no whiskers yet...just some fuzz.  Anthony and me
were almost cheek to cheek anyway so I let my cheek
touch against his and I could feel his
whiskers....just slightly scratchy at this point, but
it was very sexy rubbing against that mature face. The
thought of Anthony's real scratchy beard first thing
in the morning rubbing against my smooth face...you
know,  if I ever spent the night with him and we
started making-out first thing after
waking-up.....boner time.  I pulled my face away from
his wondering why I was thinking about that kind of
thing ?

Anthony didn't appear to notice my face briefly
touching his...he was very casual and self assured and
had other things on his mind.  His fingers were near
my hole massaging my buttock as he muttered, "I'll let
you suck my cock, OK?  but  unfortunately I don't have
the time to fuck you right now.  I'm expected
somewhere in about fifteen minutes"  Both my hands
were on the wrist of his hand stroking my cock... my
cock, by the way,  was hard and feeling real
good...Anthony had that "something" that was turning
me on and his stroking my boner had me almost to the
point of no return, getting close to cuming.  Most
likely the combination of that ridiculous passing
fantasy of sleeping with a scratchy faced Anthony and
the reality of him stroking my cock had me ready to
fire off my spunk.  He said, "Alexander told me you
were a hot little sex machine and I can see he's right
about that.  I love this little pecker of yours."

I said, "Don't Anthony...Alexander wouldn't like it".
Anthony informed me that Alexander had said whatever
happened between Anthony and me was up to Anthony and
me,  so I managed one last, "Well I don't want to,
Anthony!  So quit it!"  He stopped for a second,
thought about it,  then pulled his hand out of my
pants in the back and let go of my boner in the front
and spit out, "OK, you little cunt..fuck you then." I
took a step back, my face felt real hot.  Not being
able to think of something to say,  I did three fake
coughs into my fist instead... and then sort of looked
out the window as if something out there was soooo
interesting.

Almost immediately Anthony's face relaxed and he  just
dropped the hard-ass routine entirely and
offered..."Oh, forget it, Oliver....it's just that
you're wicked cute, that's all.  I thought I detected
something there...when I was cutting your hair...you
leaning into me...thought ya might want a little taste
of my big cock, that's all.   Well, whenever you do
want a real man to show you some moves, I'm here for
ya, hottie."  He patted my cheek like I was a little
kid, said "Ciao"  and was out the door.  It locked
automatically behind him.

I watched through the window, groping my crotch,  as
he walked down the street, putting his coat on.  He
turned at the corner and was gone...what a great
looking ass.  Great ass yeah, but I was here to get
fucked by Alexander... and I didn't need another
complication in my life right now.  On the other hand,
what if I had wandered into this barbershop nine
months ago...wonder what would have happened then if
Anthony grabbed my "nice little pecker", to quote him.
 I groped my crotch some more...I am a hot little sex
machine I guess...or whatever it was Anthony had said
about that.  Man, I almost deposited a nice cum load
in my drawers back there... whoa!   Relax!

I turned off the barbershop lights and went up the
back stairs to Alexander's luxury condo.  Like I said
the first time I was here...this place was cool and
expensive looking, but Christian's condo was probably
ten times more expensive... still, this is a pretty
hot spot.  Putting on the Plain White Ts CD,  I got a
coke out of Alexander's huge refrigerator and had a
cigarette, coming down off that little sexy interlude
with Anthony.

As the smoke drifted up I watched it rise and saw my
reflection in  Alexander's large mirror over the
bar.... I thought how different I looked with this
dyed black hair.  The color and the silly style looked
totally fake... hey, apparently Alexander wanted that
affect.   Joey has black hair, but his looked totally
real...it was so curly when it was short though that
this kind of haircut probably wouldn't work on him.  I
wish I could run my fingers through Joey's soft, curly
black hair this very second. Thinking of squeezing
Joey in my arms made me shudder... weird feeling.

Thinking about Joey was a nice way to pass the time
though, so I did some more of it.... Joey seemed so
young compared to Anthony.  They both had that
beautiful olive-complexion, great skin tone...so
smooth and creamy.  I loved rubbing Joey's skin....any
place on his body too.  Maybe the back of his neck was
the sweetest, softest spot though. When I fucked him
last night I did it laying flat on his back....then a
little later, after my climax, I was nuzzling the back
of his neck and oh my God he smelled good.  Just
thinking about Joey had me springing another boner.  I
laughed at myself because, God damn, I miss him
already and it's been what?  eight hours?  Half way
through my second cigarette Alexander came storming in
with all kinds of energy swirling around him.

"Where's my favorite and cutest boyfriend?" He grabbed
hold of me to hug me and this time, within ten
seconds,  he had his tongue in my mouth and his hand
down the back of my pants.  I thought about Anthony's
hand being down there recently and then I had a
passing thought about what might have happened if
Anthony had kissed me like Alexander is doing.  Then I
saw some cigarette smoke and somehow, talking around
Alexander's tongue, said  "Ahh, wait Alexander, I have
a cigarette burning".  He said nothing, just took the
cigarette from my fingers and flicked it ten feet over
to land it in the sink.....kewl move!!

My mind was full of thoughts of Alexander after that
as he went to work sucking first my tongue...then my
neck and then pushing his finger right up my
hole...just like always, except it all happened so
fast this time.  This boy is so hot ...I've always
loved the way he fingered my hole too.  He knew
exactly where my prostate button was... rubbing that,
plus the sucking on my neck, got me quickly into my
trance-like state that felt so good... an almost
sleepy, dreamy feeling.

Alexander sucked on my neck and fingered my hole for a
few minutes and I was limp in his arms....limp all
over except for that pulsating cock of mine....it was
wet at the head and pointing straight over to the
right.  After about ten minutes of that I felt my cum
leaking and then spurting into my pants....I humped my
hips and groaned and humped and moaned.  Alexander
snorted out a chuckle,  but continued sucking until a
high, red, hickey had formed on my neck...just like
last time.  Back then  Alexander had come right out
and told me he considers the high hickey as his trade
mark...his boys always get a hickey before anything
else.  As I told ya,  he thinks of me as "one of his
boys".

I'd just had that very nice climax though and I guess
I have to give partial credit to Anthony for getting
me started off stroking my cock like he did.  On the
other hand,  Alexander has always known how to get me
to blow a load in my pants so he gets most of the
credit.  The after glow of climaxing made me feel weak
and Alexander's strong arms were mostly holding me up.
 After a little more sucking he straightened me up and
eying  his hickey work, exclaimed, "Yes! That's a
beauty Oliver.  You have the best skin for hickeys...
you really do.  Now, was I dreaming or did you cum in
you pants a few minutes ago?  Yes?  Ah ha!  What a
surprise.... you never change, do you, Oliver?"  He
got a little laugh from that.

I was out of breath and when Alexander let go of me I
sat down on the leather foot stool that I'd been
bumping into from the second Alexander took me in his
arms .  Sitting there, catching my breath, I felt the
high tender bump on my neck with my finger and was
shocked, I whined, "Shit Alexander,  I've got to see
my parents tomorrow.  This hickey is enormous."  He
rubbed my hair while ignoring my hickey comment and
said, "Anthony can be a real pain in the ass, but he
is one hell of a hair stylist".   I said, "What?" and
then moped a little bit trying to think what I'd do
about this hickey before going home and facing the
folks.

Alexander pulled me up by my hands, "Come on Oliver,
don't be a dead beat..let's get a drink.  I'm so happy
to see you I can't even begin to tell you.  Oh my God,
I love that face of yours" and he kissed my face in a
number of different places real fast like my old Aunt
use to do  back when I was seven years old.  Finished,
 Alexander pulled away and I could see his boner
poking the front of his pants.  My Aunt didn't have
one of those.  "You taste so good..look at that
fucking boner you gave me dude...look at it"  and he
laughed.  Alexander has more energy than any one I
know except maybe Frankie.

I stumbled over to the kitchen bar area with him and
he made us both a screwdriver...vodka and orange
juice.  I like screwdrivers because you can't taste
the booze, but as far as Alexander was concerned it
was purely a coincidence that I liked the drink.  He
wanted one so he just assumed I'd want one too.  What
the hell, he looked so hot and handsome, who cares
what we drink.  Something different about him and then
it was obvious...his hair was conservative looking
this time.  Combed over with a part on the side just
like he'd instructed Anthony to do mine....I guess
Batman in the old TV series had his hair like that.
Every time I've seen Alexander in the past his hair
had been styling in some extremely trendy looking
"do".

Actually he has very unusual hair...it's straight but
nappy too.  Very thick, but very soft.  Very dark
brown, but very shiny.  He has something else special
too...that delicious light tan flawless skin
tone...his mother is as white as you can be and his
father is one half African American with the other
half a mixed bag...some Pacific Rim in there too I
think.   Alexander's facial features are 100% European
though and he is one totally good looking dude.
Beautiful teeth were part of his beautiful smile and
he really knew how to ring all my bells.  I loved his
looks and I found myself staring at him a lot....he'd
feel me staring at him and look me in the eyes with
this knowing, cocky smirk on his face.  He was
obviously use to guys and girls, staring at him.

Draining his first drink quickly and making himself
another one... while at the same time telling me about
the costume party at the club tonight. "There is a
$500 prize for the best Batman & Robin combo so of
course I thought of you being my "Robin" immediately.
Anthony was pissed at me because he thought I'd make
him my "Robin".  Ha! Fat chance.  I lied and told him
I wanted him for Robin,  but that the "Robin" costume
was too small for him.  Well, actually it is, but I
hadn't bought it yet when I told him that."  He
laughed and came over to hug me around the neck with
his strong right arm.  He pulled my head over to his
and kissed my forehead telling me how he didn't give a
shit about the $500.... it was the bragging rights he
loved.  Alexander was very competitive, he liked being
the best. He was full of compliments too,  telling me
how fabulous I was and then he said, "Come on
downstairs to my back-room barbershop Oliver....I need
to shave your legs and pubes."

I said, "What?" then,  "Are you kidding?"  He said,
"Of course I'm not kidding.   Shit, did ya ever see
Robin the-boy-wonder with pubes and hairy legs?"  I
was following him down the steps saying, "In the first
place I don't have hairy legs,  and in the second
place I've never seen Robin's pubes, not in comic
books or movies or anywhere else so I really couldn't
comment on that...."    Alexander chuckled.  Inside
the back-room barbershop he told me to drop my
drawers.  I started to argue,  but my undies were full
of the cooled-off cum from my recent climax and a wet
cum spot had soaked through the front of my jeans
anyway...so, what the fuck,  I stepped out of them.

Alexander was getting out a cordless electric trimmer
when he looked over at me and saw my cum-matted pubes.
 "Oh yeah, let's wash them first.  Step over near the
sink, Oliver."  The sink was a replica of a big,
hundred year old large porcelain barber's sink.  He
told me to face him and when I did he picked me up
under my arms and sat me down on the back shelf of the
sink.  My legs on either side of it with my dick and
nuts over the open sink area.  He hadn't even grunted
when he picked me up...it was like I weighed ten
pounds instead of a hundred and twenty.  I had to grab
hold of the shelf  under the mirrored wall  behind me
to steady myself. I said, "What the fuck are you...?"
 Alexander said, "Scoot back a little and you'll feel
more comfortable."  He was all business now.  I
wiggled back on the shelf a little bit and I did feel
more stable, but not comfortable.

Leaning slightly back against the mirror felt the most
secure position I could get myself in, but with my
legs spread wide open on either side of that big sink
it wasn't exactly a position I'd choose on my own. I
said, "OK, you're doing it to me again Alexander....I
never know what to expect out of you."  He chuckled
and told me I shouldn't try to BS him, he knows I
loved every minute of it.   Testing the water with his
fingers and then spraying my lower belly and crotch
with warm water.   My dripping wet pubes were
shampooed... he rubbed all around my belly, pubes,
nuts and under my nuts near my bum hole.  The whole
time I was thinking that this must be how it feels to
be Joey when I'm doing the same type things for him.
Another nice, warm shiver ran through me.

The shampoo was rinsed off using a small shower-head
at the end of a hose.   Alexander used a hair dryer to
dry everything.  When dry, using the cordless hair
trimmer, he cut off every pubic hair he could get to
...the fluffy hairs floated to the bottom of the sink,
waiting to be rinsed down the drain.   The buzzing
sound and the vibrations from the clippers caused my
cock to firm up.  It went soft again when he re-wet my
belly and crotch  ...this second soaking led to the
lathering on of shaving cream.  The slippery, creamy
shaving stuff was worked into the stubble left by the
trimmers.  Alexander used both hands massaging all
around my lower belly to down underneath my nuts and
then lightly massaged shampoo on my nuts too.  My cock
went back up to hard again and seeing that,  Alexander
stroked my hard cock with his thick shaving cream
lathered hand while looking right in my eyes....a sly
look on his handsome face.  I went, "Ooooooh, feels
good."

Mostly though,  Alexander was in his quiet mood...
concentrating on the job at hand.  He used a safety
razor to shave me just like I used on Joey.  Last
night I'd shaved Joey again, more because he had asked
me to than he needed it.  That fetish of his was
getting stronger on him.  I thought about him
climaxing last night with my very first razor scrape
through the shaving cream.  Big long spurt of creamy
cum shot out of his semi-hard cock....I caught some on
my fingers and licked it into my mouth... not too much
taste....but nice just the same.

I don't have a fetish about shaved-pubes, but it's
still real sexy  having a handsome boy shave your
private parts.  It was pleasurable having Alexander do
it and I think I'm going ask Joey to do it for me in
the future  too....that is,  when his arms are
somewhat back to normal.   Alexander took his time and
when he had shaved all the area he could reach he
lathered me up again and shaved against the grain.
Rinsing me off and drying me with a fluffy towel this
time .....I felt as hairless as a new born babe.  It
felt odd having the air touch my shaved pubic area.
It felt new.

Alexander rubbed the tip of his fingers all over the
shaved area and I let out a long moan of pleasure....
I hadn't expected it to slip out.  Alexander smirked
knowingly.  By now I was sort of comfortable sitting
on the contoured porcelain area just behind the sink
proper, leaning back against the mirror.  I almost
felt like purring and to further add to my turned-on
feeling, Alexander cupped my hairless balls in his
hand, leaned down and licked them a number of
times.... I lifted my ass off the sink momentarily.
He looked up and gave me a sweet, sexy smile.

I thought we were done,  but he fiddled around with
something on either side of the sink and then up came
two smooth plastic extensions.. one for each of my
legs.    Alexander lifted my legs up, one at a time,
and pulled me forward a little so that the part of my
leg just under my knee could rest on top of those
plastic things....my legs hanging off in front.
Alexander, taking a foot in each of his hands, lifted
my legs and looked under each one, checking out
something or other.  He massaged my feet for a few
seconds and I thought of the twins foot fetish.  I
felt completely helpless...which I like sometimes.

In this position my knees were higher up then my
head...  my ass was partially off the porcelain part
of the sink.....my hole was now definitely over the
open part of the sink.  This wasn't a comfortable
position at all and I whined again,  " Alexander, this
is an awkward position.  I feel I'm about to fall off
this friging sink!"  He nodded that he'd heard,
muttered, "You won't" and then went about his
business.

He wet down, lathered, then shaved my buttocks
starting  from behind my hole, shaving out to my
thigh....then back and all around my ass cheeks,
including special attention for my hole.  I don't even
 have any hairs there...I don't think.   I did a long,
deep exhale to demonstrate my displeasure.   Alexander
was quietly humming to himself...that was frustrating
because no matter how hard I tried,  I couldn't place
the tune.. I know I knew it.  He stopped humming when
he finished with the little extra shaving on my ass.
Right after that I heard the sound of him snapping on
the cordless trimmer again.  He began a steady run of
the trimmer up my right leg... from the top of my
foot, up to my knees and then all over my thigh.

I have very light, thin short hairs on my
legs...they're almost invisible, but apparently they
were much more abundant than I'd thought because a
dust storm of fine hairs flew up around the head of
that electric trimmer.  The head of the trimmer was
only an inch wide so Alexander had to run it up my leg
quite a few times...I was fascinated watching those
fine hairs fly off my leg and blow around Alexander's
hand.  Over and over he guided the trimmer up my
leg.... and then the same thing for my left leg.

I wasn't surprised that I started feeling a twitch in
my dick...the buzzing sound, the vibration, my
helplessness and the nerve of Alexander to do
this....all combined so that I soon had a semi
hard-on.  By the time he was done my other leg the
semi-hard cock had become a bone hard one and, even
though I'd had the earlier climax, I was grunting from
the need to stroke it.  In my position that wouldn't
be possible though because I was using both hands to
hold onto the sides of that big old-fashioned sink.

All told, Alexander ran that trimmer all over each leg
for only three minutes or so and when the second leg
was done he got wet towels and soaked  my right leg
and lathered it up from my toes to my groin.  The
shaving on the first leg took five or six minutes and
then the same process for my other leg.   By the time
he was done with both I was wishing it could go on
longer.  Being fussed over and touched and washed and
shaved and all that....it became a relaxing and
extremely sensual experience.

It was also interesting because I could relate some to
how it must feel to be Joey when I'm fussing over his
naked body.  I never shaved his legs of course, but
all the touching, washing, hand-jobs and
such....Christ, no wonder Joey's got a crush on me.
Then I thought how unfair that "crush" comment
was...Joey thinks he's in love with me.  That's a bit
more than a crush.  I know I love him too,  but it's
that old chestnut... am I "IN LOVE" with him?  That is
the question and I don't think I know the answer to
that.

Through everything, beginning with Alexander sitting
me up here on the sink, he had uttered  two words.
The entire process lasted about thirty-five minutes,
maybe a little longer.  It was, of course, hypnotic
for me....as it always is.   I was glad to see that
Alexander wasn't done yet.....he squeezed some
soothing lotion in his hands and massaged it into my
feet, legs, crotch, dick and balls...ohhh, it was so
nice and it smelled real nice too, not girlie, but
rather a masculine scent.  Then some more of the
lotion for my buttocks and then up my hole with some
too.

I was feeling aroused again and the creamy lotion
around and in my hole got me hoping he'd finger my
hole till I squealed.  There are many areas in there
that feel awesome good...very sensitive to stimulation
.... by now I really was ready for more climax action.
I was feeling "it"...all the touching was sexy,
especially whenever I looked up and looked at person
doing all this touching....this  hot and handsome
twenty year old.  I thought to myself, "leave it to
Alexander to come up with something I TOTALLY did not
expect!"...He had me squirming now with that tingly
feeling at the head of my cock.  Then he stopped...

He took my legs off the restraints and helped me sit
back up almost, but not completely,  against the
mirror....I could still feel the air around my bum
hole.  I get in a trance like state easily and I was
really in one now.  Alexander took something out of a
box and rubbed it with other stuff from a tube.  When
he put the tube and the object down I saw the tube was
KY jelly.....what the hell was the other thing?

With KY jelly on his thumbs he reached under me and
worked both thumbs up  into my hole.  I squirmed and
complained, but he continued just the same.  He
stretched my hole and worked his thumbs up inside a
little until it felt good.  Out came the thumbs and he
worked his long middle finger up my hole until the
entire finger went in easily all the way to his
knuckles.  I was making hissing sounds blowing air out
through clenched teeth, but not because it was
hurting..  just the opposite, it felt great.  My boner
bobbed to the left and then to the right ...which ever
direction Alexander's hand bounced it in. Just when I
got ready to start humping my hips with that feeling
to spurt, he was done with the fingering portion of
the evening... "Bummer" I said in my head.

Looking over more closely now I saw that the flesh
colored thing was a tapered stopper of some sort....
made of latex or silicone.  It was dripping with jelly
when Alexander picked it up. He casually leaned over,
reached under me and pushed it up my hole....it hurt
getting pushed so far up in me.  So much for my
trance-like state...and so much for almost cuming too.
 I screeched out, "What the fuck is that?  It hurts! "
 I was sliding around on the sink and Alexander
wrapped his arms around me and pulled me away from the
mirror so that I was leaning forward against him.
"It's OK Oliver, it's just a butt plug.  You know,  so
that you'll stay nice and opened up and later it won't
hurt when I fuck you.  You do want me to fuck you,
don't you baby?"

His voice can be so smooth and hypnotic and the feel
of his body and his smell...it all helped to calm me
down.  He rubbed my back and sides whispering how much
he liked me and how I was his cutest boyfriend and it
all kind of worked on me.  In a short time the pain in
my hole was a dull throb as Alexander asked, "How's it
feel now, Oliver?"  I told him it was getting better
and he hesitated and then said, "Don't get mad, but
I've got to finish pushing the plug in a tiny bit
more.  You jerked around so much I didn't get it in
all the way.  OK?"  I blurted out, "No, don't ...wait
a second" but he said, "Shhhh...it will only sting for
a minute" and he reached under me and pushed the plug
all the way in and, actually, after an initial stab of
pain..it felt better all the way in.

The plug produced an odd sensation inside me.  With
the fat end of the plug past my sphincter muscle
completely and actually fully inside me, my hole
partially closed over it...I discovered later that
there was a thin wide, round piece that stayed outside
my hole preventing the plug from disappearing up
inside me.  There's a ring attached to the end of the
plug that hung outside me too.  The butt plug felt
really snug now, but overall it was almost
comfortable.   Alexander told me that all the "Robins"
would have butt plugs.  Then he asked me , "Didn't ya
ever hear of butt plugs before?"  I did, but I wasn't
expecting one...that's what I told him.  "A new
adventure for you, Oliver, right?"  Alexander always
could put a spin on things....like he'd just done me a
big favor.

He picked me up off the sink by my arm pits
again...this time to set me on the floor.  To be a
brat, as soon as I was up off the sink I wrapped my
legs around his waist and then wrapped my arms around
his neck.  He had to walk around like that for a few
minutes pretending it was nothing...he kept saying how
light I was.  It also gave him another boner which I
could feel on my buttocks as it pushed his pants up in
front.   This prompted me to ask him why he hadn't
screwed me before he put the plug in and Alexander
stopped in mid stride for a second and then muttered,
"Good fucking question...because I'm stupid?"  I could
tell he really hadn't thought about that...it wasn't a
huge deal to me because I'd already got my load off
less than an hour ago and I knew, come hell or high
water,  I'd be getting fucked sometime before I left
Delaware.

I was feeling good now, but when I dropped down off
Alexander's waist and stood up on my own the plug
became very noticeable. It didn't really hurt me as
long as I walked a bit bowlegged..... it also rubbed
my prostate with every step I took.  My dick was
semi-hard in a minute.  "Jesus, Alexander, that feels
good but I'll be walking around with a hard-on all
night."  He said, "Lucky you, dude!" I did my
bow-legged walk up the stairs following Alexander.  He
was saying, "God, your skinny body looks so sexy all
shaved like that.  I'm so turned on it's ridiculous."


Upstairs again Alexander said he just loved everything
about my shaved body...it  was so "new" looking.  Then
he felt all over me using both hands and he said he
couldn't detect a single hair or prickly area.  I
still had my shirt on, but that was all I had on... my
socks and sneaks were still downstairs.  He knew he
didn't need to shave my chest...no need at all.
Satisfied I was hairless, he went back to the bar and
fixing himself another drink he just burst out
laughing saying, "What a dip shit I am,
Oliver....Christ, I wanted to get inside that tight
ass of yours so bad and then, without thinking,  I
stick your plug in."

He looked at me like he was waiting for something and
I knew what that "something" was so I gave him my best
blank stare.  He finally had to say it,  "I don't
suppose you'd go through that again...you know,  if I
pull the plug out now for a quickie?  It wouldn't be
near as bad getting the plug back in this second
time..."  He tentatively looked over at me and I made
a face like, "No fucking way" and Alexander mumbled,
"I didn't think so."

We stood at the little bar and drank our drinks and
smoked our cigarettes and talked about Wildwood and
our first time together.  I felt close to Alexander.
I looked at his face as he talked and I wanted to
believe everything he said.  The boy has a magnetic
personality, people want to be with him.  He lit
another cigarette and then got an idea,        " Hey
Oliver,  you've never sucked me off.... and I've done
you any number of times....fair is fair little buddy,
right? ...so?."

I like sucking young cock so I said, "Sure, dude" and
with a huge grin on his face he dropped his drawers.
I just naturally got down on my knees because I'm use
to doing it that way.... Randy likes me on my knees in
front of him.  Alexander, in a surprised sounding
voice said, "Well Ok, Oliver!  You're impressing me
man."  I wanted to impress him too...hell, I'm always
trying to impress somebody.  I gave Alexander my
entire Randy Rider blow job routine starting with a
general lapping from his belly button to his hole.  He
had some sparse hairs around his hole but nothing too
gross.  I licked them flat against his ass cheek and
rimmed his hole with big, wet laps...before long I was
getting my tongue up inside him.

Kneeling in front of him with that plug in me was very
erotic because every time I moved the plug massaged my
tunnel..... in this spot one time or that spot the
next time and my boner just got harder and harder with
every motion of my body.  Alexander was rubbing my
head and moaning right from the start of the blow job.
 We'd been aroused for the better part of an hour now
anyway...starting with our earlier make-out and the
hickey,  the body shave and all of that.  As I
continued licking his ass I could tell from his
reaction that the rimming really took him by
surprise...for once he was the surprised one.  He's a
very clean fellow so there wasn't any unpleasant stuff
like with Randy...who isn't a very clean fellow.
After awhile Alexander groaned out, "Suck my cock
Oliver, I'm afraid I'm going to cum and I really
wanted to shoot off in your mouth."

He was pretty much breathless saying that and I felt
proud of myself for being able to do him this good.  I
licked up and down his boner and there was a lot of
pre cum to swallow before I took him fully inside my
mouth.  Sucking on his nice looking boner for two or
three minutes,  with him puffing out fast
breaths...then I pushed my head forward until the
swollen, dripping head of his cock popped into my
throat.  Alexander let out a squeak while he lightly
put pressure on the back of my head.   Slowly he
pulled my head went down on that long boner, inch by
inch by inch by inch by inch  ...my nose eventually
was buried in his thick bush... his cock was way down
my throat.  Definitely the longest cock yet for me....

After a few seconds I could feel myself getting ready
to gag so I pulled off that boner slowly, slowly,
slowly and when the head of his cock was back in my
mouth once more I sucked on it and lapped it like the
best tasting all-day sucker ever.  When it started
expanding I rubbed it against the inside of my smooth
cheek for a whole minute and then against the ridges
on the roof of my mouth and just as I was about to
push it back down my throat again Alexander let out a
long "Ahhhhhhh" and a fat splash of cum filled me up.
I swallowed real fast, just in time for the hard steam
that followed the splattered creamy one and then a
smaller hard stream after that.

Alexander was making long breathy whizzing noises and
his entire body seemed to be in motion even though he
didn't move away from my mouth more than an inch.   He
also never stopped rubbing my shoulders and the back
of my neck.  His cum filled up my mouth and drooled
out at the corners, running down my chin and then on
down  my neck.  Alexander's cum was very tasty...the
tastiest cum I think I've ever swallowed, including my
own.  Can't think of any that was sweeter... same for
his slightly salty pre cum.  Very nice.

I listened to a lot of heavy breathing and a few
chuckles from Alexander before he got his voice back
to say, "Holy shit!  Where'd ya learn to do that?
Awesome, Oliver...really, awesome".  He slowly pulled
his dick out of my mouth and stroked it three or four
times before putting it away.  "Fucking great blow
job....wow!"  Alexander was truly surprised at my cock
sucking expertise and I felt proud of myself.  Still
on my knees I looked up and he smiled down at me...I
don't know, I just felt real tight with him. He used
his finger as a squeegee scraping his cum off my neck
and feeding it to me...I licked his finger each time
he put it in my mouth.

Well, I was having a fun sexy time with him and adding
to that, when I casually sat back on my ankles I felt
that butt plug once again press up against my prostate
tightly...oooh so nice,  watery cum came up from my
shaved balls and drooled out  my semi-stiff cock.
Jesus, that felt good and I reached down to stroke
myself a few times.  That fucking butt plug kept me in
an almost constant state of arousal... it was a fun
new toy.  Alexander has so much experience in gay
sex...it was a blast learning and experiencing new
things with him.  He finished cleaning the cum off my
neck and chin and smirked down at me...I couldn't keep
the little grin off my face.

The pain of that plug going in me was a distant
memory...now it felt fabulous as I wiggled my ass
rubbing the plug around a little bit inside my hot
tunnel....ooooh Damn!  that feels good.  I told
Alexander it was all feeling good and he reached down
and took both my hands helping me to stand-up...  he
said, "Shit, Oliver.  You thought I'd do something to
hurt you?  I've had a plug in my ass so I know.  For a
couple hours it can feel hot....you and me, Oliver,
right?  .....  we try the sexy stuff together, OK?"
He hugged around my neck again and kissed me with a
lot of feeling.  I know he likes me...maybe I'm even
his favorite boyfriend. After using a wet paper towel
to go over the cum area on my chin and neck he
declared, in a goofy voice... " all cum residue
accounted for".

You know,  all this was beginning to remind me of why
I liked him so much originally.  But, Jesus...I was
really feeling sort of hot to trot by now so I hugged
Alexander back and humped up against his hip which got
me breathing hard and humping some more.  It surprised
me how aroused I'd gotten in the last ten minutes.
Alexander quietly said, "Take it easy Oliver, slow
down a little.  I'll be fucking you later on tonight."
 He laughed then and squeezed my ass which got the
plug moving a little.  I think he was teasing me.
Then he said, "  If you do good in this contest
tonight I'll give you a real hot fuck right after.
OK?  You'll work with me on this, right?"  I gulped
out, "Oh, yeah.  Whatever you want, Alexander."

My face was red and sweaty by now and I stared at him
thinking that now I wanted that dick I just sucked to
be up inside me....God, but I'd really gotten horny in
a hurry.   Working up the nerve and biting my lip I
said, "You know Alexander, it's Ok now if you want to
pull the plug out for a quickie or even a rough fuck
...I won't mind that you'll have to put it back in
afterward.  Do you want to?"  He just shook his head
laughing and told me we didn't have time for that
now...sure, if I'd said OK a half hour ago when he
first asked me, but not now.... and, "anyway, Oliver"
he said, "you just sucked my nuts totally dry so I
couldn't really get up a hard boner for another hour
or so.  Jeez, what do ya think I am, anyway?"

As he dragged a couple of shopping bags out of a
closet he got the giggles and told me I was a riot....
me thinking he could fuck me a minute after he'd blown
the load of his life down my throat.  But then he was
serious and explained we were getting close to running
late.  We still had to get our costumes on and get to
the club before eight o'clock.  I was panting a little
as I stroked my cock a few more times saying, "OK
Alexander, sure.. whatever you say."  I pulled on my
pud all the way into his bedroom.

"Pull your T shirt off, Oliver" and when I did he
said, "Oh shit...I forgot.  Come in the bathroom a
second".  I was totally naked now.  Alexander got a
safety razor out and told me to lift up my arms.  I
did and he put a little dab of shaving cream under
each arm and shaved there too, saying "How'd I forget
your underarms?   What else did I forget"?  He looked
at my face real close then and did a quick couple of
dry razor swipes on my upper lip under my nose, and a
swipe down under each of my sideburns.  "I don't see a
fucking thing there Oliver, but what the hell.  Huh?"
He proclaimed my body totally void of hair now as he
again rubbed all around me with both hands which
resulted in my full six inch boner sticking straight
out of my bare, smooth belly....two hard nuts hanging
in a hairless sack right under it.

This time it was me putting my arm around his neck and
pulling his head down for a long spit swapping kiss.
All during the kiss I couldn't stop humping up against
his crotch and when he broke off  he had a big wet
spot from my dripping boner on the front of his pants.
 That got him laughing again...it amused him how horny
he could get me....him and that fucking butt plug he'd
stuck up my ass.  When we were walking out of the
bathroom he pulled on the butt plug ring and the
sensation on my prostate caused dribbles of watery cum
to drool out of my boner again....it felt so good I
was going... "Ohhhh Ohh Ohhh, Alexander"  and I
stroked my boner to try to get more out, but without
much success..

Seeing me completely naked and completely unconcerned
about being so...and seeing me constantly playing with
myself in front of him, it all got Alexander into
another huge laughing fit.  I couldn't think of
joining in...all I could think about was a good
climax.  I didn't seem to be able to stop stroking my
dick and squeezing my nuts.  Oh my God, Alexander was
so red in the face from laughing at me.. he couldn't
catch his breath either.  Watching him alternate
laughing and hiccuping  finally was enough to get me
to join in too...it was so funny seeing him laugh so
hard.  It felt like we were back in Wildwood...way
back when we were both much younger and sillier
boys....

We ended up leaning against each other like nine year
old girls in a giggle fit until Alexander looked at
his watch and said, "Oh man, Oliver it's getting
late...dude, you got to stop playing with yourself or
you'll get me laughing again.  You look so serious
pulling on your dick...it's a riot."  We ran out of
laughing gas and he said, "OK, Oliver, I'll help ya
out real fast.  Come over here and sit on my bed"  I
liked the way he took charge and I got serious too and
walked over to do what he said.

When I did sit down I jumped immediately right back
up.  It hurt deep inside me to sit on that plug.
Alexander said, "Oops.  I forgot...here sit on this."
He picked up a rubber ring that looked like a large
life saver candy.. about eighteen inches across.  He
explained it's a ring people with hemorrhoids used so
as not to sit right down on their hemmies and seeing
the look on my face when he said that got him started
laughing again.  I was looking at him incredulously,
"Are you serious.  I've got to carry this ring around
all night and when I want to sit down I need to put
this on the seat first.  Is that what I gotta do?"
His face was bright red again because the laughing
once again prevented him from breathing...he just
nodded his head up and down indicating "yes".  We
weren't drunk,  but the drinks we'd had helped to make
not-so-funny things seem as if they were.

I loved the way Alexander seemed to be like that boy I
first knew in Wildwood. Keeping up the banter I said,
"Better idea...you wear this around your neck and when
I want to sit down  I'll know where it is."  We
laughed again, but we quickly ran out of steam this
time and I said, "I'm exhausted from laughing and I'm
still so horny...I need a big climax, god damnit!"
Alexander still chuckling a little said, "I know,
Oliver.  Sit on the ring" which I did.  My boner was
still bobbing out in front of me.   Alexander knelt
down and sucked on my boner for maybe four minutes,
tops,  and I had that big climax I needed so badly.
Not a great deal of spunk came out...it just felt like
a lot was coming out.

Alexander asked, "All better, baby?"  I told him yes
and  he said we were a team and we helped each other
out and he hugged me with both arms and kissed the
side of my face once more, like I was the most
fabulous person in the world.   My cock had gone limp
after Alexander's blow job, but with my plug in just
walking around got it back up to semi-stiff pretty
fast.  Alexander was pulling some stuff out of
shopping bags when he said,  "We have got to get our
shit together now, Oliver".   Now we were late.

Alexander got undressed and then pulled on a gray
body-stocking that had a big black bat pictured in an
oval yellow area across the chest.  I don't know what
else to call that thing he put on except a
body-stocking...I had to zipper him up the back.  It
sure outlined and highlighted his package in an
excellent way...made his package look huge.   He has
that long penis, but it was far from  fat....  big
nuts though and the combo of a long cock and large
nuts made a great bulge at his crotch.  I thought
again of having his long cock up inside me and the
idea made me blow out a big exhale and lick my lips.
The plug pushed up against my button just then and I
went, "Ahh...whoa! Jeez, oh yeah!".

He ignored me..."Put this on Oliver".  I looked over
at Alexander and he was holding out a pair of dark
green silk jockey shorts.  Well, they looked like a
small pair of jockey shorts,  except there was a
Velcro flap in front and back.  Those flaps will
exposed my dick and nuts in front and my buttocks in
back when open, like they were at the moment.  I said,
"You have seriously got to be totally kidding this
time.  First off, this thing wouldn't fit a nine year
old and secondly I'm not wearing it.  Period and end
of discussion."  Alexander said "Fasten the flaps up
and put the fucking thing on right now.  You want
another screwdriver?"  As I pulled on the tiny green
jockey shorts I said, "Yeah, better make it a double".


The material of the skimpy little costume bottom was
silky and it was cool feeling and smooth and felt
awesome on my shaved skin.  My whole body felt so
different after Alexander shaved me.  Especially my
totally hairless legs.... when the air hit them it
made me want to rub my hands up and down to feel my
legs, remembering how they felt when I was a pre-teen.
 The material in my costume bottoms  was also a tough,
waterproof fabric.  It contracted my ass,
exaggerating a bubble butt look,  and put pressure on
my butt plug at the same time.  When I pulled the
panty in place I went up on my toes and held my breath
waiting for the latest cum urge to subside.

To say that whole thing didn't feel good would be a
lie...it did feel good.  I let my breath out slowly
and adjusted my nuts in that tight, tight jockey-silky
thing.  Whee...I looked at myself in the mirror and my
ass looked HOT....oh jeez, this was weird even by
Alexander's standards.  He came in with the drinks and
went, "Oh fuck, let me look at you.  Perfect ass!  Oh
my God Oliver, I didn't think it was possible you
could look hotter, but that shaved body and that round
ass of yours.  Yummy!!"  Then he added, "Oh shit, put
the top on now.  We gotta hurry, dude."

Alexander put on a yellow utility belt with a number
of pouches around the outside of it and then he pulled
on black boots that reached almost to his knees.  I
stared at his crotch again and for the first time
noticed that he had a flap opening at his crotch too.
I could just make-out the seam of the Velcro flap...
obviously those flaps would be in play sometime
tonight.  The "top" he threw over to me  was red with
a sliver of green where short sleeves would be.
Actually it was a red, skin tight,  sleeveless, T
shirt made of silk... is what it was.

The tee hugged my torso and reached only to just above
my belly button, there was a black circle over my left
tit with a yellow letter "R" and I had a silk yellow
belt to  hang around my hips.  There was also a short
yellow cape that hung over my back, it didn't even
reach my ass.  For my feet,  little green silk
slippers and to hide my identity a narrow black eye
mask that was just slightly wider than my eyes.  I
couldn't help but wonder, "How the fuck am I suppose
to fight crime in this outfit"?  ....

The cape Alexander put on, draping from his shoulders,
 was black and hung down almost to the floor.  When he
tried on his black leather head piece with the bat
ears sticking up on top..Ta Da!  he became Batman..!!
  He said, "Jesus, I feel like an asshole in this
outfit...  I need one for the road."  His "roadie" was
yet another screwdriver... this one he made in a
plastic cup so he could drink it while he drove.
Taking a sip, he made a face...put more vodka in the
drink and stared at me for a minute before saying,
"You're not "butch" enough."  I massaged my groin and
mumbled, "What?"

After another sip of his drink he instructed me to,
"Come over here, Oliver. We need to do something
outrageous to give you that bad-boy butch look",  and
at a dressing table he picked-up a black lipstick
pencil and, holding my face steady with a too-tight
left handed grip on my chin,  he applied the black
lipstick giving me exaggerated black lipstick
bow-lips.  Not satisfied yet, the last thing he did
was grab a shot glass off the bar and holding it over
my big red hickey he outlined a perfect black circle
around it.  "I don't want anyone to miss this beauty"
he muttered to himself. Then he put the lipstick
pencil in one of the pouches on his utility belt.
Handy to have...a utility belt. I drank some of his
roadie screwdriver... leaving black lipstick on the
rim of the cup.

Then from Alexander it was, "Let's go, we're late"
...as if it was me that had held us up.  We hustled
down to the garage, my cape fluttering out behind me.
I was carrying my hemorrhoid ring in my hand.... it
bumped off my bare thigh as we thundered down the
steps.  Alexander's new BMW convertible sat shining in
the glow of the overhead light.    When he slammed his
car door his cape caught in it and we heard a quiet
tearing sound after which many,  many curse words were
shouted out of Alexander's mouth, with me trying very
hard not to laugh...biting my lip and doing my fake
cough and then we pulled out of the bat cave....
Alexander stepping down hard on the gas to get that
fucking batmobile tearing up the highway...

It wasn't a long ride, but long enough for me to
discover that Alexander and I were one of twelve
"Batman & Robin" contestants.  The twelve club members
volunteering to be Batman had to get their own "Robin"
from outside the club membership.  That way maybe the
members would get 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 most
definitely showed up for the Batman & Robin night
...it was the clubs most popular event each year.

To my surprise not only was Spunky going to be there
tonight, he was also in the contest as one of the
Robins... I was very glad about that, now I wouldn't
be the only "boy" from my last visit here to be in
this....  Alexander outlined the pageant portion of
the night for me.....  all contestants would parade
around like we were in a fashion show or a beauty
contest or some such thing...we'd stop at different
spots to make a pose as the dynamic duo, Batman &
Robin.

I told Alexander,  "Posing actually isn't one of my
stronger suits"...I was joking with him on the one
hand, but of course the truth is I'd never "posed" in
any way,  ever in my life.   Alexander took my comment
seriously and said, "Don't worry so much Oliver, this
is suppose to be fun and funny".  He explained that
he'd show me how I should pose sometime before the
contest.  I said, still joking, "Oh wow, that's a load
off my mind."  He stayed serious and told me he'd show
me certain expressions I should have on my face too
and he'd be showing me how my hands should be up in
fists and stuff like that.  I think he was still being
serious....how Alexander comes up with all this shit
is beyond me.  I know he loves to be the center of
attention... me, not so much.

As we got closer to the club Alexander dropped another
bombshell on me...not that it surprised me all that
much.  He explained that the "Robins" would have their
front and back flaps open while parading around.
And, as if the open flaps wasn't enough of a
humiliation, Alexander told me in a matter-of-fact
manner that I'd 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 would
be a plus with the judges too.  I made a face
like,"You're shitting me, right?" but it was dark in
the car and Alexander was looking at the road
anyway....actually I made the face to entertain
myself.  It was all so silly.

The entire situation was outrageous, but on top of
everything, wouldn't you think Alexander might have
thought that maybe the "smallest dick" comment would
possibly hurt my feelings or embarrass me?  Most guys
would have that thought, but not Alexander.  To be
honest, it wasn't the sort of thing that was a problem
for me anymore because I knew him pretty well by now
and I expected absurd comments every now and then.
Also, I knew he didn't say stuff like that to be mean,
he just didn't know any better. I laughed to myself
about it....it was so insensitive, it was actually
funny.

The further we drove the more annoying it became
sitting on that hemorrhoid ring, especially when
Alexander made his tight, too-fast-turns in this
hot-rod sports car, er..batmobile.  Half the time I
had to hold on to the dash board so I didn't slip off
that fucking rubber ring.   When we arrived at the
club's front gate  Alexander inserted his membership
card, the gate lifted and we drove through.  Beautiful
starry night, but quite chilly. In front of the
spot-lighted double front doors of the club the same
valet-parking group of boys that were here last time
were busy parking cars.  I looked for the one special
boy I remembered from my first visit here and saw him
the same instant he saw us... he came right over to
our car.

This kid was some age between seventeen and twenty...
he had a beautiful face.  Last time I saw him that
face was covered with acne... most of that had cleared
up by now.  Back then I'd recognized his perfect
facial features through all the acne and seeing him
now I nodded to myself that I'd been correct about my
assessment of him.  No surprise actually ...I am a
world-class boy watcher, in case ya didn't know.  He
had that same blond ponytail hanging half way down his
back and, as he walked toward us,  I remembered his
eyes and their very unusual color...robin-egg blue.
The irony of his eye color matching my costume's
namesake  made me smile.  He thought I smiled at him
so he smiled back at me as he opened my door saying,
"Good to see you again".  My mouth dropped
open...could he have remembered me from that one
visit?

The valet boy kept smiling and gesturing with his hand
that perhaps I'd like to get out of the car as I just
sat there staring at him.  I said, "Oh yeah, ha
ha..Get out of the car, right"... but I stumbled on
the curb and the he grabbed my hand to keep me from
falling.  When I was safely on the sidewalk he held my
hand for a few seconds more and my dick would have
twitched if it could.  It couldn't of course because
it was encased in that super small, tight jockstrap
jockey underwear pants bottom...or whatever it was
that I had on.  I mumbled a question, "You remember me
from three months ago?"  He said it hadn't been that
long and how could he ever forget me.  As he said that
he was going around to open Alexander's door.  I
stared after him...was he breaking my balls or what.
Then I thought...shit!.. he'd probably been instructed
to say that same thing about "welcome back" to every
single person he opens the car door for...I'm such a
jackass sometimes. I can't read people.

Alexander was rummaging through the glove compartment
looking for the tickets when the valet opened his
door.  Finding the tickets and a pack of cigarettes,
Alexander put the cigarettes in his yellow utility
belt and handed the tickets up 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 said,
"Bobby,  take Oliver's hemorrhoid ring to my table,
OK?"  He handed the kid a five dollar bill and Bobby
picked-up the ring.  My face turned a dark shade of
red as I hustled up to wait in line.  It was too cold
to be outside wearing what I had on, but my red face
was warming me up.  As I walked away Bobby yelled to
me, "You're the hottest Robin I've seen tonight,
Oliver.  It's not even close."  I looked back but he
was hurrying to the next car in line...my ring in his
hand.  Was he making fun of me? Fuck!...I felt my face
get even redder.

There was a bottleneck at the front door and
consequently quite a few people waiting  in line,
including another set of the dynamic duo.  Some of the
guys go for laughs and that's what the Batman & Robin
duo a dozen people ahead of me in line must be up to.
The Batman person was no more than five feet two
inches tall and he must have weighed two hundred and
fifty pounds.  His Batman suit bulged at every seam
and was in danger of giving up the fight and splitting
down the back...especially at the guy's enormous ass.
His Robin was over six feet tall and thin...the two of
them were already well into the booze and were
spouting out all these absurd gay-related comments to
other guys in line, with the lisping voices and the
gay hand movements and the whole over-the-top act...it
was a very funny show.

I stood there watching them for a couple minutes and
then I looked back in the direction of the valet boys
and Bobby was staring right at me.  As quick as I
could I looked away but we both know we made eye
contact and I blushed again muttering, "fuck, fuck,
fuck"...I was caught boy watching.  For something to
do I read the tickets and discovered Alexander had
paid $125 for each one.  Jesus, I hope we win so he
can get his money back.  Than I remembered that
Alexander's rich, he don't give a shit about $250.
>From reading the back of the ticket i discovered that
apparently 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 got the biggest reaction from the crowd
usually wins.   Alexander says the three hundred or so
guys in the audience can get real raucous too.  Oh
yeah,  in case you're wondering,  Alexander feels he
and I are in the sexiest duo category...

I tried to occupy my mind with those silly matters,
but was still unable to resist looking back down to
the valet station again...  and again Bobby caught me.
  This time he winked at me and waved my hemorrhoid
ring over his head.  I whipped my head around to the
front telling myself I will not look back there again.
 Was he mocking me?   He seems sincere,  but like Joey
says,  I can't read people.  I'm always, always
misinterpreting what their body language,  their...
well, what their everything, was telling me.  One
thing for sure...if I was the kind of gay guy that
followed-up on interesting gay guys, which I'm not,
I'd follow-up on that blue-eyed hot tamale...damn
right I would...except I won't.  Where the hell is
Alexander?

He strolled up a minute later and announced he'd
scored some poppers for us. I asked what a popper was,
 but all he'd say was "You'll find out when I think
the time is right.  Should be quite a rush for you my
special young friend."  Alexander was 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.  I looked over at him as he read what
was on the small bottle he had in his hand and all I
thought about was "Man, is he good looking!".  Then
out of the corner of my eye I spotted the hottest
possible "Robin".  I did a double take because at
first it looked like the kid couldn't be more than
fourteen.  Looking again and now I thought he maybe he
couldn't be more than thirteen.

That didn't seem right, but it doesn't necessarily
mean pedophilia is involved.  The kid could just be a
gay teen who had the guts to 'come out' at his young
age and maybe a relative or close family friend was
with him as his "Batman".  His parents would have to
be open minded of course, or some might say
irresponsible,   to allow him to participate in this
weird affair.  Or maybe not.....  In any case, this
boy was eye candy of the extremely  delicious variety.


I stared openly at him as he walked by with his
"Batman"...a guy in his early twenties and pretty cute
himself...maybe his brother.  The young teen was blue
eyed with longish blond hair and a thin body, about
five foot, one or two.  From this distance I could see
his curved eyelashes and freckle-free complexion.  Not
a blemish in sight.  Absolutely perfect legs,
wonderful calf curve and totally hairless, of course.
His  ass looked like two round halves of a cantaloupe
pushed up a bit and each half moved independently of
the other with each step he took.  His bare belly was
so flat and the tiny "innie" belly button cried out to
be licked.

The boy walked with a bit of a swagger, like he knew
everyone who saw him had to stare and admire his
beauty.  His "Batman" and he held hands as they walked
to the front of the line, said something and went
right in ahead of us all.  No one complained.  I could
hear the murmuring about the duo all up and down the
line.  I swallowed hard thinking about that
boy-wonder's ass.  Fuck!.... those two will beat out
me and Alexander if it comes down to the sexiest.  Oh
well, I don't give a shit,  but I do feel bad for
Alexander.  Hell, I'll try hard to be the best 'butch'
Robin ever and maybe we can still pull it off!

There is no way I could ignore it any longer...my butt
plug had started itching in a sexy way when I was
walking up from the car and I forced it out of my
mind, but it was persistent and even though a lot of
guys were around us, I just had to rub my hole.
Naturally I wanted to be totally inconspicuous about
it.  Rubbing back there was kind of like scratching a
wicked itchy itch.....God, it felt so good moving that
plug around a little...whoa,  I put my head back for
just a few seconds and moved that plug around in my
hole some more...the sensation was too much and I felt
the dribbling watery cum leak out of my semi-stiff
cock again.... that felt good too.    Earlier
Alexander had assured me that these tiny pants I had
on were water proof so no wet spot showed on the
outside, but it sure was  cummy/wet inside.

I tried to stand still but, Jesus, if I barely moved
the plug would sometimes rub right up against my
prostate button and then when I tightened my sphincter
muscle it felt so good I had to go up on my toes, my
head thrown back.  I was panting and biting my lip....
 then, all  of a sudden I realized  I was also
moaning.   Hesitantly opening my eyes to see if anyone
was noticing my bizarre behavior, and..oh no,
immediately I saw  three older gentlemen about ten
guys in front of me in line. They were looking down in
my direction with their heads together, gawking at me.
 Their hands were over their mouths, but I could tell
they were laughing.  My face almost burst out in
flames from embarrassment.  What a dork I am, acting
like that with all these men milling around.  I need
some self control but, really... I've never felt
anything like this butt plug before.  I wanted to
really give it a rest, but the more I tried to ignore
it the more it demanded my attention.

Trying to be a tough guy I continued to ignore the
urge to scratch my ass.  I was determined to be the
butch guy I was made-up to look like too, so...in that
vain,  I attempted to stare the older guys down using
my toughest, defiant look...after two seconds of
glaring back at the men I knew there was no way I
could pull that off so I did a big fake cough and then
a second one with my fist up to my mouth this time.
After that I tried to act casual, looking over and
pretending to read that bottle Alexander was holding.
I leaned into him hoping he'd hug me or something...I
couldn't make out a single word on the bottle.
Another man had joined the older guys who kept staring
at me, still whispering and laughing among themselves.


I couldn't look back and I couldn't look forward so I
studied the ground.  Alexander leaned over and licked
my ear, then said, "This will be fun, buddy".  I
smiled at him because I needed that lick right then.
The line moved up and finally we were inside the club.
 Alexander whispered to me, "You look fabulous,
Oliver."  Now he did put his arm around my shoulder to
squeeze me into him and he did that kiss on the side
of my face again, he didn't want the black lipstick on
his lips so he avoided my mouth.

All of the guys milling around us worked hard at
pretending they weren't watching  Batman kissing his
boy-wonder, Robin.  Alexander's body felt so strong
and I loved the hug...I needed that just then too. My
feelings for Alexander were tender ones at the
moment...I know he'd always looked out for me when I
really needed it.  And, this butt plug was the hottest
thing I ever felt too....jeez, thanks Alexander.

The maitre d' escorted us to our table where we found
Dennis.  He's the one who's folks owned a restaurant
and the one who spoke with a big lisp.  He had a date
with him...a man who looked to be in his forties.
Dennis was twenty-one I believe and he was sort of
effeminate in some ways, but athletic too...all of the
guys in Alexander's circle played golf.  Dennis got up
from the table and gave Alexander a hug and a kiss on
the lips, then he looked me right in the eyes and
lisped, "Nice to see you again, Oliver" and he kissed
my cheek.

These guys do a lot of "Hello-kissing".  Dennis went
on to say, "When you were walking over here, Oliver,
I wondered who you were.  Your "look" has been
altered.... by that clever, Alexander, no doubt.  Love
your haircut and that super black hair...ooooou, soooo
butch!"   and he put a hand on each of my shoulders
and kissed me right on my mouth this time.  Over his
shoulders I saw another dynamic duo enter the dining
room....it was not apparent what category they were
trying for.  They both looked to be in their sixties,
the "Robin" was bald and they both had big
bellies...good luck guys.  Dennis had two black lips
from my lipstick.  His "date" cleaned the lipstick off
him with a napkin.

After that second kiss, Alexander had chuckled and
said to Dennis, "Down boy!" as if Dennis were a big
over-enthusiastic canine.  They all laughed and while
the older man was rubbing Dennis' lips with the napkin
he introduced himself to me...Ronald something.  I
forgot his last name almost before he'd finished
telling me what it was.  I'm bad with names so I said,
"Ronald" in my head a few times to try to fix it in
there.  Alexander and the other two guys started
talking about their private golf club ..... something
about replacing all the sand in the sand traps.
Whatever...I couldn't sit down yet because my
hemorrhoid ring hadn't arrived..... I told Alexander I
needed to use the facilities.  He nodded his head at
me indicating he'd heard me,  but he was in the middle
of an argument about different types of sand and
couldn't reply.

Wandering out to the lobby area I got an idea...I'd
lock myself in a toilet stall and frantically massage
that butt plug in my hole.  I felt like I was going
crazy with the urge to jerk-off.   Then across the
lobby I saw Bobby and he saw me.  He came skipping
over carry that fucking ring.  "Oliver, I'm so sorry
about the screw-up, but I was looking in the wrong
dining room for you.  Got your ring here" and he waved
it at me.  I grabbed it out of his hand and held it
behind me.  "Thank you, Bobby.  I don't actually have
hemorrhoids,  ya know that, right?...it's the contest
thing.  I have to wear a butt plug".  I could feel the
color raising in my face and the heat on my cheeks
again too.

Bobby stared at me a second...he had a bemused look on
his beautiful face....then he told me he already knew
about the butt plug and after taking a moment to think
about it, he said, "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 walked next to him and squeaked out.
"I'll second that."   Bobby chuckled and said, "Do you
mind?"... he took my hand in his and held my hand like
a boy and girl hold hands.  The feel of another boy's
palm against mine is one of those things that's a huge
turn-on  for me so when I tried to say it was OK it
came out as another squeak.  Bobby smiled and made
conversation by telling me that he was a freshman at
community college and he had to work here at the club
as a valet parking attendant to pay for school.

He squeezed by hand and said that he'd never be so
bold as to hold a member's hand, but he remembered me
from the last time I was here and I was real sweet to
him then....he said he loved the kiss good night I
gave him when he had fetched the car for Alexander.  I
smiled modestly....without a clue what he was talking
about.  Either I was drunker than I thought that night
or he had me mixed up with someone else...either way I
enjoyed holding hands with him.  I told him I was a
freshman also and a little about my university and
then we were in the lavatory.

Bobby opened the door to a handicapped stall telling
me there was a lot more room in here.  Without asking
if it was OK,  he used toilet paper and his spit to
wash my lips free of the remaining black lipstick.  I
wasn't concerned about that because Alexander had the
lipstick pencil with him.  He could do my lips again
if he wanted to.  While scrubbing my lips Bobby's face
was close to mine and he smelled fresh...like the
outdoors.  Up close I could see some almost healed
acne that wasn't apparent from a distance.  Strange,
but it was sexy to me... it also made Bobby seem
vulnerable somehow.

Done with the lipstick removal, he said, "Here, I'll
do this for you too" and he pulled apart both the
Velcro strips that held up the front and back flaps on
my tiny green shorts. I gasped because I wasn't
expecting it.   Without hesitating he took the ring at
the end of my butt plug and twisted it in a circle
making the plug rotate in my hole.  I went, "Aggggg..
ooooohh" .... he stroked my cock into a boner with
three strokes.  I held on to him with my left arm
around his neck, up on my toes.  Clenching my eyes and
mouth tight and holding my breath... soon a stream of
cum poured out of my cock.  I really can't remember a
more intense sensation....earlier I'd had a few
squirts of pre cum and one decent squirt of cum, but
since then it's been a combination of things building
up the sperm count in my nuts...the plug causing an
unrelenting urge to cum for the last hour, the hot,
beautiful Bobby and the surprise of what he just
did....one hell of a nice combination.

The first stream of cum was followed by drools and
Bobby milked me dry before he stopped pulling on my
dick.  I was so weak I leaned against him and he
patted my back saying, "Feel better now, Oliver?  I
know what a relief it was when Roger did this for me."
 My heart was pounding and I put both my arms around
this kid and my hands felt his fat ponytail and that
added to the weirdness....I'd forgotten about his
ponytail and for just an instant I thought, "What the
fuck is this?" and then I knew.  I remembered Pete the
mailroom boy's ponytail then.  Bobby said, "You OK
now?" and he was gently trying to pry me away from his
body.  I liked his body....I liked feeling his boner
against my thigh too.

Of course I had to let go of him and then I thanked
him profusely for relieving my pent-up sexual urge.
He said, "No problem"  and then went on to tell me
that he didn't like my dyed black hair. He said that
I looked better with brown hair, and my haircut was
artificial looking.  He said my face was shown-off
best with short hair,  but not this hair style.  He
seemed like he knew what he was talking about.... like
he was an expert in this area of faces and hair.  To
be a smart ass, I said I was thinking about growing a
long, fat ponytail and he stopped talking then and
looked 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 liked
that he blushed and I like self deprecating behavior
so I chuckled at his comments... he did too.

Bobby was still chuckling when he reattached the
Velcro flaps on the front and rear of my bottoms.  We
were walking out of the stall when he said, "Ya think
you could give me a duplicate of that goodnight kiss?"
 I said that I'd try, but that I was always changing
my kissing technique.  I wasn't going to admit to him
that I didn't remember sharing a goodnight kiss with
him....never mind what type of goodnight kiss it may
have been.   I started off with a spit swapping kiss
because I felt that's probably the one I'd give if I
was drunk and not thinking about it...it's my favorite
kind of kiss. Bobby proved to be a very active
participant.  We sucked on each other's tongue and
upper lips and swapped lots of saliva and finished
with a long French kiss that left us both breathless.
Hanging onto each other while getting our breath back,
 Bobby said, "That's not the one.  Try another." and
we both got the giggles and rubbed our noses together
to spread the spit around on our faces.

Almost at the same time we both said we'd better get
back and saying it together made us laugh again.  We
washed our faces in the sink looking at each other's
reflection in the mirror and smiling like naughty,
nervous little boys..  Back in the lobby, just before
going our separate ways, Bobby said very sincerely,
"Your the kind of boyfriend I've always dreamed of.
If you're ever single, please call me.  I wrote my
number on the ring."  Then we both looked at each
other and said together, "The fucking ring" and Bobby
said he'd go get it for me.  I'd left it on the
lavatory floor.  He ran it back to me and when he
handed it to me he said, "Don't forget my goodnight
kiss later on, Oliver" and he was gone.  I thought,
"What a great guy!" as I walked back to the table.

As soon as I stepped in the dining room I saw Spunky
and his "Batman' partner, Alexander's friend,
Tunes....that's his nickname, I forget his real name.
Spunky was sitting at our table laughing at something
with Tunes standing next to him rubbing his back.
Everyone had a drink already so that made me wonder
how long I'd been gone. I saw right away that Spunky
was a hot looking "Robin" but,  unfortunately for him,
 Tunes sucked as Batman... mainly because he still had
that scruffy, short beard and I never saw a Batman
with a beard, scruffy or otherwise.  Also, Tunes'
Batman costume didn't look as good as Alexander's did.
 Alexander had a fabulous build, a long dick and a big
set of nuts to create a great crotch bulge where as
Tunes had a bit of a pot belly and a small crotch
bulge which could only mean one thing... tiny dick.

I smiled to myself and made a stick-em note in my
brain to later on ask Spunky about Tunes' "package".
Spunky himself looked even better than I remembered.
The first thing you notice are those bright green eyes
of Spunky's 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, the exact same light and bright red
color as Frankie's,  was styling in a medium short
spiked haircut with the tips bleached blond.  He
didn't have lipstick on which reminded me that mine
was washed off...I glanced over at Alexander and he
just gave me that cool smirk of his, so no problem.
Spunky's "Robin" mask was eyebrow-penciled onto his
face to highlight those eyes of his and he must have
gotten his teeth whitened because the smile he gave me
when he saw me walking toward the table was sparkling.

"Where ya been buddy?' asked Alexander...  I held it
up as I explained I had to go hunt up my ring.  Spunky
said, "I got one too Oliver..Oh, and Hi, you look
great.  Tunes said you'd be here."  Tunes said, "Yes I
did, good to see you again Oliver" and he pulled me to
him, with a hand on my arm, so he could kiss the side
of my mouth.  Then he chuckled and said, "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
said, "Fuck no" and for some reason this was funny to
all of them.  I put my ring on the seat next to Spunky
and sat down.  Spunky leaned over and we kissed on the
lips...kissing  on Spunky's full lips is a treat.
Alexander passed me my drink ...it had been sitting
there waiting for me.  It was a vodka and grapefruit
juice... most of the ice was melted.

The members, as well as Ronald, mostly talked about
golf so Spunky and me had each other all to ourselves.
 Spunky told me he loved my black hair, that it looked
tough and he rubbed his fingers up the back of my
head.  I thought of the fifty thousand times I'd run
my fingers through Frankie's red flattop haircut and
then I thought about Joey's hair and how it felt.  I
got one of my shivers.  Spunky was anxious to talk
about his butt plug and he went on and on about how
sexy it felt and he was so grateful to Tunes for
putting it in him and he liked the body shave too and
did I know he, Spunky, always shaved his legs anyway
so the body shave was just more of that and on and
on...The boy could really talk.

I liked looking at Spunky's mouth when he talked
because he had those wonderful lips.  Our make-out
session the last time I saw him had been so hot...so
excellent,  I wanted to do it again...right that
second.  Instead I squeezed behind his neck and Spunky
must have read my mind because he leaned over and we
kissed for maybe a minute.  My boner was leaking again
and, reading my thoughts again, Spunky said, "Oh,
Oliver you're so hot you got my dick dripping...feels
so good."

I had to keep reminding myself that it was mostly the
butt plugs that had me and Spunky in a constant state
of arousal and was primarily the reason activities
like making out with Bobby a little while ago and
making out with Spunky at the dinner table just
now...those kind of things had to be put in
perspective.   I 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 got
red again thinking about that.

Our conversation turned to Spunky still hating  on his
high school experience and how he wanted to quit and
work full time at the restaurant... I tried to get him
to change his mind about that.  Spunky was a
touchy/feely guy and he was always grabbing hold of my
wrist or whispering about something with our foreheads
touching or bumping his leg against mine.  I liked it
all very much.  We licked each other's tongue for a
bit and I heard Tunes saying something about the
"boys" and their butt plugs and then some chuckling
from the members..  I didn't care, I felt so sexual
and I was real happy to be with the sixteen year old
Spunky too..

I had just the one drink at the club and then it was
our table's turn for the buffet.  Well, one drink here
and two at Alexander's, but who's counting.  As we got
up Roger and his date, a very thin twenty-something
year old, came hustling in explaining they were late
because of a traffic jam blah blah blah.  He was
Alexander's other member of the golf foursome that
always played together.  It was Alexander, Tunes,
Dennis and the haughty, Roger.  I don't care for Roger
all that much.  On the other hand he's always ignored
me almost completely so we were pretty much even on
that score.  Certainly no kiss hello from Roger.
Bobby had mentioned a Roger, I 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...all kinds of pasta and on and on.  Spunky
and me didn't check out the vegetable station so I
don't know what they had there...well, I did see
Ronald with asparagus and hollandaise sauce so there's
that.   Spunky and me had a heaping plate and then he
went back for more rare prime rib.  That boy can eat.

After dinner we visited the unbelievable dessert
station for coffee and cakes and pies and other kinds
of desserts I didn't even know the name of. The food
and all you can drink is the main reason it cost $125
per person.  Since Spunky and I weren't paying
anything anyway, we thought it was well worth the
$125.  Shortly after dessert Alexander and Tunes waved
for me and Spunky to follow them. We went into a
meeting room to get instructions for the event.   I
had a little nervous twitter in my stomach thinking of
parading in front of all those men.  There were twenty
four of us...twelve members as Batman and twelve guest
as Robins.  The person in charge of this evenings
festivities outlined what we'd all be doing and where
we were to stand as we waited afterward for the winner
to be announced and so on.

That took five minutes and then everyone was given a
shot glass of Tequila  which we all held up, some one
said, "Have fun!" and everyone threw the shot of
Tequila down their throat.  Mine, Spunky's and the
fourteen year old's came right back up....along with
some of our dinner.  Everyone, except us three, were
hysterical with laughter.  Then everyone, including
the three throw-up boys,  scurried out of that room
and away from the vomit smell.  We all lined-up, as we
were instructed to do, and Alexander undid my front
and back flaps.  I felt the air on my ass while my
semi-stiff cock enjoyed full freedom of movement at
last.

With our flaps open the three of us throw-up victims
were allowed  to rinse our mouths out at a water
fountain and we all accepted gum from one of the
Batmen.   Naturally all the Batmen  were checking out
all the Robin's asses and packages...so were we
Robins.  I looked over and smiled at the fourteen year
old who, by the way,  had a smaller cock than I did.
So much for Alexander saying I'd have the smallest
one. I asked his name and he said with a superior
attitude that he didn't speak with boys he didn't
know.

Even worse...he also spoke and moved his body in a
manner that screamed...GIRL.  This was one of those
poor kids who should have been born with a cunt, but
instead, like this one, they were born with a little
set of cock and balls.  I mumbled, "Sorry to bother
you" and walked over to Spunky smirking my ass off.  I
told him that that hot little number over there was
interested in meeting him.  Off Spunky goes licking
his lips and playing with himself only to return in
fifteen seconds with the little girly/boy shouting out
that Spunky should leave him alone forever.... and
Spunky calling me  a dick.  He was laughing when he
said it and we hugged and kissed each others neck.
Spunky was a very easy kid to like.

Alexander and Tunes showed us some poses with our fist
up and our jaw clenched and silly stuff like that and
then it was time to move out.  Tunes told Spunky to
look at him and when Spunky turned around Tunes broke
a capsule under Spunky's nose ....Spunky took an
inhale and his eyes got real big.  I was about to ask
what that was all about when Alexander did the same
thing to me as he said, "This is what a popper is,
baby".

I inhaled from surprise and a too sweet smell quickly
changed to a bad foot odor smell and as I felt a
dizziness come over me my semi-stiff cock got limp.  I
took 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 speeded up and for the first time since the plug
was inserted in me, my ass felt loose and relaxed
around it.  I saw flashes of light and then a bright
yellow spot with purple radiation coming out from
it...I reached out to touch it but nothing was there.
Alexander was holding me and whispering that I'll be
fine in a second.  I tried to hug him back but I guess
he was behind me now.

Spunky was somewhere saying he was scared, but I heard
Tunes comforting him and then I felt very sexy like
I'd just ingested some kind of aphrodisiac  and a
feeling of exhilaration came over me and I had no
inhibitions of doing this parading thing or, for that
matter, no inhibitions  about doing anything else
either.  I was hot and I breathed into Alexander's
face, "When are you going to fuck me, dude? "  He
kissed my mouth and then reapplied the black lipstick
Bobby had washed off.  I was squirmy as I held
Alexander around his neck with both my
arms....reaching behind me he pulled and pushed my
butt plug doing two inch thrusts and then three inch
ones... my cock got hard as stone as I was gagging
with sexual desire.  Pulling my arms from around his
neck he said, "Keep stroking that pencil dick of
yours, Oliver" and off we went....it was our turn to
do the parading around for the crowd.

I heard lots of noise and cat calls and laughter and I
remember making fist and posing at different times
with Alexander laughing hard and saying, "Not here,
Oliver...I'll tell you when"  I stroked my six inch
boner and it stood straight out of my shaved body.
When men in the front rows called me I'd go near them
and they'd fondle my body and stroke my boner and I'd
say nonsensical things to them all.  Most of them
laughed or shouted compliments.  I heard Alexander's
laughter almost the entire ten minutes we  paraded
around.  When we were done I was disappointed we
couldn't do it again.  I had maybe twenty bills of
various denomination sticking out of my tiny green
"Robin" bottoms.

Alexander said I was fantastic as he wrapped me up in
his arms and went, "Shhh  calm down" in my ear...over
and over.  In a few minutes everything began to wear
off fast.  Soon I was back to a dizzy, flat feeling
again and Alexander got me some water and sat down
with me at a table patting my hand and telling me I'd
be fine.  Those hemmy rings were conveniently all
around the room and Alexander had grabbed one for me.
I looked up and the dizziness came back so I kept
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 were both
feeling pretty good again and both of us had hard
boners again too.  His was two inches longer than
mine, but he said he liked my better.  As Spunky was
rinsing out his mouth at the water fountain I
whispered to him that I'd love to suck him off.  When
I said that I remembered him asking me if I'd do just
that the first time we were in the bathroom together a
few months back.   Spunky didn't mess around...he said
he wanted to fuck me so bad his dick itched.  Our
horniness was still very noticeable as were our butt
plugs.  Shortly we paraded out in a line with all the
others to hear who had won this thing.  Alexander
played with my butt plug a little bit and my cock got
amazingly hard once more. I had a difficult time
standing in one place.

There we were...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 said, "The number three runner-up
and winner of $50 is Alexander and Oliver."  Some
boos... 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  took my hand and led me across the stage
after playing with my butt plug and precum dripped out
of my pee slit causing loud cheering and more cat
calls and then we were back in our spot on the stage.


A Batman and Robin duo I didn't know were second place
winners of $100 and the old bald Robin with the old
pot-bellied Batman  won the whole thing.... mostly
because they were funny I guess.  I hadn't heard their
act as they paraded through the crowd but I'd
certainly heard a lot of laughter for one of the
duos...apparently it was for them.  The crowd really
cheered when they were announced as the $500 winners.
I heard Alexander mumble to Tunes that these old farts
have such a clique at the club there was little chance
of a fair contest for the young guys.  Tunes said,
"Who gives a shit about this stuff, buddy.  It's all
for fun...you're too competitive" and we drifted over
to a table, Spunky and me dragging a couple of rings
with us, and ordered drinks.

There was a charity side to this night's activities
too and the organizers were looking for "Robins" to
allow themselves to be put up for auction.... the
winner of the auction got a thirty minute safe "date"
with the volunteers this very evening.  A very
persuasive middle aged guy talked both Spunky and me
into volunteering and Alexander warned me to think
about it because these things always turn out to be a
quick fuck by the auction winners.   AIDS research was
a great cause of course and this auction raised a lot
of money for it so we ended up volunteering.  I
jokingly asked, "Ya mean I'm finally going to get
fucked tonight?"  They laughed,  but Alexander again
assured me I would 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 it,  but
I felt I really needed to get my tunnel plowed tonight
and that club official had made it seem like Spunky
and me were heros for volunteering.  The seven other
volunteer "Robins", along with Spunky and me, paraded
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 did a
silent bidding thing and around eleven o'clock us
volunteers were assigned little rooms waiting for our
"dates".  Alexander and Tunes would meet up with us
later.

I'd had two more vodka drinks before being assigned
that little room and I was on the edge of being drunk,
but still there was 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 open minded, but maybe the butt plug,
poppers and the vodka had 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
my ass as I ran.

When the door opened it actually wasn't completely a
total stranger, it was Dennis' date for the evening,
Ronald. He was a nice man and very polished.  I felt
shy being in this small room just him and me.  He
slowly took off his sweater and then his shirt as he
explained that every year he donated $10,00.00 to AIDS
research and this year he donated it for the chance to
spend a half hour with me.  That was nice of him, but
really...if he donated the money anyway...what was I,
a throw in?  Not that it makes much difference, I
guess.   He pulled off his undershirt and he had a fit
body for a forty-something year old man, but his chest
was covered with curly body hair.  I stared at his
chest,  then nervously looked away and did my phony
cough.

Ronald took a small bottle from his pants and
explained it was a liquid like the stuff in poppers,
if I just took a quick sniff from the bottle I
wouldn't get that explosion of reaction I'd gotten
from Alexander's popper.   He said, "It will relax you
Oliver and 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 was a very kind person, plus I
didn't want to wimp out of something I promised to
do....I hadn't thought it through very well, but
none-the-less I'd said I would do it and so I will.

I told Ronald to let me hold the bottle and when he
gave it to me I sniffed a tiny bit and then a little
bigger one and all the symptoms of the popper came
back, but in a more manageable dose.  The aphoristic
affect was strong enough that I almost took another
sniff but Ronald grabbed the bottle from me before I
could.  I sat on the cot as Ronald took off his pants
and underwear.  Standing completely naked in front of
me he was a well built man but, you know...I wasn't
use to hairy chest and legs and a real hairy bush too.
 And, of course, I was shaved totally hairless so we
were almost a comical combination. Ronald said, "Lift
your arms please, Oliver" and when I did he pulled my
top off.  The popper smell had me in a daze again.

"Stand up, please" and when I did he pulled my bottoms
down and then felt all over my body murmuring that I
was beautiful.  He acted like it was such a big
deal...such a privilege to be with me that  I began to
feel self-conscious.  The look on his face as he
stroked my six inch cock and kissed the side of my
face made it seem like I was a treasure or a rare
exotic creature....with the help of the popper juice I
felt good thoughts about Ronald... and I did want to
please him.  After ten minutes or so of examining my
naked, hairless body he turned me around and bent me
over slightly to play with my plug for a full two
minutes.  I had trouble catching my breath...the
sensations spreading out from my hole had me making
squeaky noises and humping my hips and stroking my
boner.

I thought I would absolutely and positively cum three
or four different times, but each time Ronald did
something to stop me from doing so.  A squeeze on my
nuts,  push a certain way on my plug or something that
temporarily reversed the cum sensation in my cock.  He
knew what he was doing and I was in heavy heat by the
time he was 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 felt squirmy and
fine...I felt up and down my sides rubbing tightly
against my shaved body with the palms of my hand..
feeling myself...feeling my own ass... mmmm, such a
nice skinny body...

Finally, with his arms around in front of my belly,
he pulled me back up against him... my shoulder blades
nuzzled into his hairy chest.  He reached around to
put his hand flat on my belly and pulled my ass into
his crotch... his thick, wiry, pubic hair on my
cleanly shaved ass.  Then with pressure still on my
belly I realized he wanted my shaved legs back against
his hairy one and I complied.  We were flat against
each other with me taking short panting breaths.
Actually, with the help of that popper juice, I felt
safe and comfortable in his hairy embrace and I put my
arms backward to feel him....  my hands landed on
either side of his ass...a hand on each buttocks.  He
whispered in my ear, "Grab a handful Oliver" and I
grabbed a handful of the lower portion of each of his
buttocks as stars flew around in my head at the speed
of light...his long, fat boner was pointing down,
between my legs, bumping into the back of my balls.

Ronald rocked me back and forth slightly, I was still
dizzy but mostly I wanted his cock inside me so I
moaned and he said, "Soon, you pretty thing.  Soon".
I pressed the back of my head against his shoulder and
pressed the side of my head against his chin and he
moved my head so he could kiss me on the side of my
mouth ... his body was so strong and toned....I felt
like the little boy I was.

All the sensations got me to the point where I didn't
even think about this guy being over forty years old
or that he was hairy or that I'd just met him a couple
hours ago......he had me so hot for him I groaned out,
"Oh....do me now".  his response was to suck right on
Alexander's hickey and that got my cock dribbling pre
cum again.

Ronald told me to get the condom out of his pants
pocket now and I quickly let go of his buttocks and
reached for his pants on the bed... He never let go of
me entirely.  He turned me around to face him and
pulled me tight up against him, humping into me all
the time, then lifting me off the floor slightly.  My
boner was pressing downward between our bodies
dripping still and I needed to "get off" but Ronald
kept me just on the edge of cuming...I whimpered out
my plea again, "I'm ready."  He kissed me and said,
"Not quite yet, Oliver...you're not needing it enough
yet."  He began fucking my hole with the plug which
felt loose from that shot of popper juice I'd inhaled.
He pulled it almost out and pushed it back in a half
dozen times.

Ronald would pull the plug out almost five inches and,
after hesitating a few seconds,  push it all the way
back in real slowly. I was trying to push back during
those few seconds of hesitation, but he held me tight
against him.  My arms hugged around his waist and I
squirmed against his body hair....it felt so excellent
to me now....  he did more with the plug and when I
started super fast humps into him he said, "OK Oliver,
you're ready now" and he told me to roll the condom on
his long fat boner.  I'd forgotten I was even holding
the goddamn thing.  I fumbled in my haste and dropped
it and  when I'd finally got it on him he stroked his
cock to get some lube on his hand.

I was wetting my lips making impatient humming sounds
when he let go of me and told me to turn around and
bend over.  I did everything he told me as quickly as
I could.   Ronald expertly removed my butt plug with a
pulling, twisting motion.  Never have I felt anything
as itchy-good as it felt to have him pull out that
plug...it had been in me about four hours.  The warm
air poured into my wide open hole and felt cool
because my body temperature is 98.6 and the warm room
air was only 72 degrees.  Ronald rotated his lubed
fingers in my hole to help it adjust to being plugless
and to reapply some lube... than he positioned me with
the fat head of his cock at my hole and told me to
press back until I was flat against him...just like
I'd been a minute ago.

When he told me to do something it was always in a
polite way and he wasn't mean about it at all, but
there was no doubt that he wanted me to do exactly
what he said.  And I did.  I pushed back on his good
sized cock and when his swollen cock head popped
inside me I moaned out a long moan,  then excitedly
saying, "it feels so good...oh my God, it feels so
nice"   Ronald quietly said, "Keep pushing back on it,
 Oliver" and I did push back onto that boner...inch by
fabulous inch...moaning and humming and blowing spit
bubbles out of my mouth all the way until my ass was
pressed into his pubes again.

I took long breaths... everything appeared blurry to
me,  but everything felt good too.  He reached a hand
on each of my hips and pulled me a full inch farther
back into his body and onto his boned up cock.  It
felt like my  constant itch was being scratched till I
could scream with ecstasy.  His boner felt like it was
hitting my lungs. I moaned out again and humped
backward into his crotch and, with that same hold on
each side of my hips, he lifted my feet off the floor
and humped back against my ass in time with my humping
against him.  His boner grew inside me and I babbled
incoherent sounds ....

He held me off the floor for thirty second, me impaled
on his fat boner kicking my feet slightly while Ronald
was 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 scratched that itch way up
inside my hole and then he gently set me down on the
floor again, pushed on the back of my neck so I bent
over forward and I grabbed hold of the  bedpost with
both hands.  Ronald leaned over with me and with his
forearm around in front, holding under my belly to
press my back against his chest,  he fucked me with
fast long strokes and I felt like I was in the house
of pleasure.  Long steady penetrations and
withdrawals...over and over and over...it had me
squeaking and pulling on my boner with one hand while
hanging onto that bedpost for dear life with the
other...

A few minutes of his fat cock driving up inside me
while I matched each stroke wanking my boner...  my
boner sticking straight out from my shaved crotch and
dripping precum for the past fifteen minutes finally
got "that" special feeling and I felt my nuts go fast
and tight up against my body...two more strokes up and
down my boner...his fat cock in and out my hole and
cum flew up from my nuts to spew out of my rock hard
prick with me squealing and then going "Eeeeeee" as
the next spurt came out.  This was a very erotic
fuck,,,different than other fucks I've had, different
in ways I couldn't identify...  other fucks I've had
now seemed like boys playing grown-up ..... this was a
real, honest to God grown-up fuck..

My sphincter ring closed tight on Ronald's cock and he
hump into me so hard I fell forward past the bedpost
onto the little bed... with Ronald still humping me,
laying on my back.  He  filled up that condom making
controlled grunting sounds and when he was drained he
just lay there on top of me taking long, deep, noisy
breaths for a couple of minutes.  I was almost sobbing
with relief, with sexual pleasures galore too.  My
entire body was shivering with sexual pleasure.  I
couldn't speak...just humming sounds and feel good
noises... that plug had created a big urge for a
fucking alright and I knew I'd just gotten one.

After a short time of lying on my back Ronald slowly
pulled his cock out of my hole and made a long
whistling sound between his teeth and a number of deep
breaths...finally, he asked, "You OK, Oliver" and I
said,  "Yes,...I feel fine,  I enjoyed myself a lot,
thank you for asking."  He chuckled and said that
Alexander was a lucky guy to have me as his boyfriend.
 I didn't correct his misconception. After an awkward
minute or so,  I slowly pulled that tiny bottom part
of my "Robin" costume back on...then my top.  My hole
felt very weird still hanging open.  Ronald got
dressed quickly...he was in a great mood  and said he
wanted to buy me something, but I politely refused.
Then he offered me a hundred dollar bill which I also
refused.  My brother Christian gave me more money than
I could spend as it is.  Still feeling the affects of
popper juice I swung opened the door and Ronald and I
left our little "getting-to-know-you" room.

We almost bumped into Spunky and the really old fellow
he was with the second we stepped out into the
hallway.  Obviously the old gentleman had  "won"
Spunky.  Ronald said, "Hey Walt, you hot shit you.  So
you won our fine friend Spunky here?"  Walt had one of
those older guy voices that always sounds to me like
they have a lot of phlegm in their throat..he said,
"Yo, hi Ronald..yeah, anything to help fight AIDS."
And then he did a big phlegmy laugh, tucked a bill in
Spunky's bottoms and said to Ronald, "Let me buy you a
drink, I haven't felt this good in a while."  The
older guys said goodbye, thank you so much.... and
like that...and they were gone.  I looked at Spunky
and feeling embarrassed all of a sudden, I quietly
asked, "How was it, dude?"

We wandered back downstairs to find our real
"dates"...our Batmen, discussing our recent fucks.  To
say we were in a somber mood was only partially
correct because we'd both had poppers before getting
fucked so that was still creating a bit of a high,
counteracting some of our somberness.  Spunky said
getting the plug out and being fucked was almost more
a relief that a sexual turn-on.  I told him I know
what he meant, but that my fuck was hot too... in
addition to itching that wicked itch in my hole.  We
kept trying to convince each other we'd done it for
the right reasons...for AIDS research.

We lied a little to each other that it was no big
thing letting a stranger fuck us and then we tried
kissing for a few minutes to bring us back into the
real world maybe, or something like that... I told
Spunky that my guy was OK... I told him about the
$10,000 the guy bid for me and Spunky was speechless
until  I confessed that Ronald donated that amount
every year with or without me and we got a forced
laugh out of that.  I didn't want to admit that I
couldn't remember a climax to match the one Ronald put
on me.  Funny though...the more the popper effect wore
off, the less spectacular the fucked seemed.   I
didn't know what to make of that.

Walking around together we ran into Tunes, but
Alexander was off somewhere...Tunes pretended he
didn't know where but I figured Alexander was "doing"
somebody at that very moment.  Tunes bought us drinks
and then Spunky and I went into the dance
club....Tunes had spotted Roger with his date and
headed for them.  Loud music in the club, big beat at
the moment but the DJ was announcing a change of
pace...three slow tunes in a row.  Spunky and me
danced real close to all three and all of a sudden I
began to feel depressed.  It made me wonder why.  No
more plug, I'd out-lasted the effects of the poppers
and I felt sexually satisfied...why then, with all
those things going for me, was I feeling depressed?
Spunky was unusually quiet too as we slow danced close
together...it seemed as if we really needed each
other's support right then.

There were only ten couples dancing at the time...one
of the couples was the little girly/boy who looked
like he/she had been sniffing a lot of popper juice
again.  His twenty-something year old date was loving
on that teen's body something terrible...it wasn't
right except I had to admit that the girly/boy seemed
to love every second of it.  The kid was obnoxious,
sure...  but  was he too young for that kind of
treatment?  Who was I to decide for him...  Made me
think of the twins and I had to wonder if I'd done the
right thing passing-up that chance.

After the slow songs we were thinking about looking
for a room to be alone in when Alexander showed up.
He'd been looking for us...he seemed fairly drunk, but
not real bad.   He insisted Spunky and me join him,
Tunes, Dennis plus a few other members in a drinking
game at the little side bar...lose a round of the game
and you chug a seven ounce pony bottle of Rolling Rock
 beer.  Spunk and me rolled our eyes at each other
like, "whoopee.." but we followed Alexander and played
the game with the older guys.   It got to be a lot of
fun, but we all drank too many pony bottles of Rollin
Rock.

Alexander said he wanted to leave no later than 1am
because he had to work the next day so I knew the game
wouldn't last too long.  At about 12:15 the loser of
the last category tried to drink his "loser" pony
bottle...  he hesitated half way through the bottle
only to lurch once and then reverse the flow of
beer... no longer going down, it began coming
up...long spew of beery vomit that sent us all
scattering.  That guy's vomit caused another of the
players, one with a weak-stomach apparently,   to hurl
his beery vomit up too so we quit the game and went
our separate ways.  We'd been at a corner table and as
we left I heard a bartender say, "North, the clean-up
cost will be on your monthly tab...asshole!"  Tunes
and Alexander laughed like little kids.

Those two guys headed for the main bar looking for
Dennis and Roger.  Spunky and me tried to find one of
those little "meet & greet" rooms upstairs... an empty
one so we could make out for a few minutes.  We had to
try five doors before we found an unlocked one.
Inside,  Spunky locked our door and, sounding like he
was having trouble breathing, asked "Oliver, can we
take these costumes off?"  I couldn't think of any
reason not to,  so we got naked....the bed was still
made up so that told me no one had used the linens
yet.....we got under the covers.  Spunky said, "Ya
think you could hold onto me, Oliver?  I don't feel
too great."  We rustled around on that little cot to
get comfortable as I remembered Joey saying that same
thing to me not too long ago..

Both of us on our side, I hugged Spunky around his
neck and over his chest with my hairless belly up
against his hairless belly.   Kissing his great lips
twice and then he put his leg over my leg and we were
tight together.  Our naked, hairless bodies rubbing
together lips to feet.  He was still gloomy so I
faught off my own depressed feeling and asked, "You
gonna be OK, Spunky?"  He quietly told me had a guilty
conscience about the older man fucking him... he hated
getting fucked without even knowing the man who fucked
him.

Spunky told me the man had given him a fifty dollar
bill and it felt to Spunky like he'd just committed an
act of prostitution or something.  I sighed because
obviously our making-out was on the back burner for
the moment.  Talking quietly to Spunky hoping to
pick-up his spirits,  I admitted to him that I didn't
feel it was my finest moment either, but we weren't
being  prostitutes...far from it.  I said, "We were
helping out as best we could.  And, don't forget...we
were under the influence of the poppers and on top of
that, we're not use to drinking hard liquor
either...certainly not the number of hard liquor
drinks we'd had".  I was trying to convince myself we
weren't sluts too.

I wasn't drunk from the drinking game, but I had 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 admitted my
points and then we repeated pretty much the same thing
all over again for another fifteen minutes or so and
finally he said, "Thanks, Oliver...I feel better about
everything now."  I wanted to spout out more
advise...but Spunky was through it seemed...at one
point he hinted that I'd already said that.. and he
repeated that he did feel better about things.   Maybe
I was a bit closer to being drunk then I thought.

We were quiet and as I thought about the things I'd
said to Spunky I realized that I felt better about
myself too so I said, "Me too, Spunky...I feel better,
but I'm never doing something like that again.  How
about you?"  Spunk didn't say anything so I asked
again, but it became obvious from his regular
breathing that he'd fallen asleep....in my arms...
feeling safe and feeling better, I hoped.  I hugged
him a little tighter and lightly kissed his
forehead... what a sweet kid. To myself I said, "I'll
let him sleep till I hear the one o'clock tone from
that big ass grandfather clock downstairs in the
foyer...."

Part 2 of Conclusion soon.....

Donny Mumford         thinat20@yahoo.com