Storyville

by Caldon Mull

  “C’mon.” I laughed, standing up. “I’ll show you the shower and the spare toothbrush and get you some bedding on one of the spare rooms.”

  “Sure.” He hiccoughed all the way behind me, sniggering along with me.

  “I’ll pull your clothes out of the soak tomorrow and dry them before we get you home. Here’s the shower.”

  I ran the taps for him and put out some toothpaste. “Call if you need anything, I’m going to put on the sheets for you.” He grinned and took the towel I offered him.

  I was just about finished with the duvet when he called from the bathroom, sounding panicked. “Andy, sorry man. But I dropped the soap and I got some in my eyes.”

  “Sure, coming over.” I sighed. Bobby was turning out to be high maintenance. I got to the bathroom and moved to the shower. Pulling back the curtain, I saw Bobby did indeed have soap in his eyes, and all over his body. His hand was holding the head of his dick, and the soap was lying in the corner against the tiles.

  “Hold on, Bobby.” I muttered “I got it.” I kicked off my socks and took off my belt.

  “Fuck, I’m sorry.” Bobby moaned “But when I closed my eyes I got dizzy again.”

  “It’s all right, Bobby.” I groaned. I ducked past the nylon curtain and got sprayed. Bobby stood still, hand covering his groin while I tried to get the soap off the floor. My foot slipped and I bumped him. He grabbed on to me, steadying himself. His cock brushed against my denim. His balls were huge and really low slung.

  “Sorry.” I muttered trying to get a grip on the slippery bar.

  “It’s Ok.” He muttered, hanging on to me, eyes streaming tears.

  When I got the bar and stood up, one of his hands was on my waist, the other clinging to my jeans hem in the front. His fingers were rubbing my thatch and pressed against the base of my cock. He was blushing furiously. I sighed and brushed the soap from his eyes, he blinked through the tears.

  “Sorry, sorry, Andy. I’m sorry.” He moaned miserably. “You must think I’m such a geek.”

  “No, Bobby. I don’t.” I spluttered in the water-jet. His hand slid out of my jeans a little too slowly.

  “Now you’re wet.” He muttered.

  “Tell you what.” I decided suddenly “I’ll take these off now, we’ll get you washed without you killing yourself and then you’ll need to sleep this off. I think you, my friend, are as pissed as a newt.”

  “You’re right.” Bobby chuckled “I thought I wasn’t, but I am.”

  I undid the front buttons while his eyes washed clear, and stepped out of my jeans. I tossed them into a wet heap in the corner of the cubicle.

  “Jesus.” Bobby blinked, seeing me standing naked in the hot water.

  “We’re all guys here, Bobby.” I muttered and started soaping him down, holding him firmly by the shoulder. I must admit I was enjoying the feel of his body, the smooth ass, his silky shaft. His cock twitched and started to rise as I worked, but he said nothing and I didn’t look at him while I was doing it.

  “Your turn, now we’re even.” I pressed the soap into his hands and turned around.

  He rubbed my back and shoulders and soaped my ass. Because I had done his crack, he did mine. While he was soaping my legs, I felt his fringe brush my ass cheeks, leaving a little tingle there for a few moments. I tried hard to concentrate on not getting a hard-on.

  He stood up and I turned around. He started on my chest and I closed my eyes and tilted my head, letting the water run down my body. When he got to my shaft, he froze.

  “You gotta pull the skin back and swab underneath it, is all.” I muttered to him, eyes closed.

  “‘Kay.” He gulped, but did as he was told.

  When he finished my feet, I turned around and leaned forward to switch off the water. He must have got a good look at my manhole from down there. I have it on good authority my butt- cheeks do that when I lean forward. I really wasn’t sure what I intended to do about this, but was determined not to sleep with him unless he begged me to. Did he even know what he wanted from me? I wasn’t sure he did.

  I stepped out of the shower, opened my eyes and grabbed a towel. Turning, I saw him standing there, flushed from the hot water. Goosebumps and a hard-on completed the picture. His dark hair curled into ringlets, dripping wet.

  “C’mon.” I murmured gently, “Get you dry.” I towelled him down quickly, patting his shaft between my hands and dusting the drops off his hair. “Your turn, we’re even.”

  He took the towel and dabbed at me. It felt nice. His cheeks were rosy, he was one of those guys whose face told you what they were thinking.

  “You gotta pull the skin back and dry under it.” I prompted again when his dabbing stopped near there.

  “I never seen it before, sorry.” He muttered, flushed. His own hard-on throbbed from his bush, nearly nine inches, the head an angry red. He pushed at the skin with his hand and ran the towel over it. I groaned without thinking.

  “Sorry, Bobby. This is all just body stuff. I don’t mind.” I muttered embarrassed. “S’okay, Andy.” He whispered. “Am I going it right?”

  “You’re doing fine.” My cock twitched as he dabbed at it, his hand still hot from the shower riding my skin back behind the rim. “I hope you’re not feeling weird.”

  “Nah. I’m okay now.” Bobby swallowed.

  I took the towel from him slowly, and gripping his hard-on gently, lead him through the house to my room. Pulling back the covers, I tugged him into bed and switched off the lights. I put my arm around his shoulder and pulled his head onto my chest. We lay like this awhile. I ruffled his curly hair idly, and started to slip off into sleep.

  “Andy?” He muttered, hearing my breathing slow. “Hmmm?”

  “Can I touch you?”

  “Yeah, Bobby. It’s all good.” I whispered.

  His hand slid over my chest, ruffling the short hair there, feeling the flat muscle. His palm rubbed the top of my small nipple. I groaned.

  “Feel good?” He whispered, shifting his weight.

  “Yeah. Very sensitive.” I moaned.

  “I don’t feel anything with mine.”

  “Pity.” I whispered “They look mighty fine.”

  His hand slid over my six-pack, running over the hair, sliding between the ripped, bunched muscle and on to my cut groin.

  “Wow!” he whispered. His hand cupped my cock, pulled the skin back. It twitched and started to grow in the dark. I opened my legs a little and he squeezed my balls. He touched my full hard-on with his fingertips, squeezing, stroking. His mouth moved onto my chest, hot and wet, he sucked at the skin and lapped with his tongue.

  His head moved over to my nipple and he took all the flesh around it into his mouth and sucked hard. His teeth scraped the skin until he had my nipple between them, then he lashed his tongue against the top. I shuddered, caught between his hard teeth and his soft tongue. It was torture. I groaned loudly. His hand started to squeeze my cock while he hungrily sucked my chest, then swapped and leaned over me to suck the other small teat.

  When I was moaning regularly, his mouth moved from my chest and slid down to where he was jerking me off. I put both my hands behind my head while his lips slid up and down my cock. His teeth caught me a couple of times, but I tried not to flinch too hard. I figured Bobby didn’t have a lot of experience with this, and wasn’t going to push him. Still, he was enthusiastic, and while he sucked, he jerked me and soon I felt the familiar rising of steam through my bone.

  “I’m coming, Bobby.” I warned him. He pointed my cock at my chest and lapped at the underside until with a grunt, I sprayed my first wad over my bunched abdominals. He moved again and dipped his tongue into a pool of my cream.

  “Not bad.” He whispered “Not like I thought it would be.”

  “My turn, then we even.” I whispered hoarsely, pushing his curly head back onto the pillow and sucking at his chest. I figured no one had ever done his teats a trick, because he moaned while I nipped and sucked at his chest, en
joying the taste and feel of his nipples with my lips. As I sucked my way down to his groin, his tangled thatch tickled at my lips before I seized his cock and lapped at the thick meat.

  He had one of those heads like a VW hood, twice the thickness of his shaft, so most of my mouth was busy awhile. He must have been quite drunk, because it took some time before his juice shot into my mouth. There was lots of it. I swallowed greedily, until I could push the last drop up his tube with my tongue. His cock stayed hard, throbbing heartily inside my mouth.

  “Wow!” he moaned. “That was the best BJ I ever had.” His taut body shuddered as I licked his meat inside my mouth.

  “Thanks, Bobby.” I stared at his throbbing cock, wondering what to do next.

  “Where you learn this stuff, Andy?” he leaned forward, stroking my long hair tenderly. “I mean how did you get so good?”

  “Hey Bobby.” I muttered evasively “I’m only four years older than you, but in the City, we got books and stuff. As soon as you get what you like, you ask for it some more. Ain’t no shame in asking for something. Sometimes it isn’t what you like, but you do it anyway. Soon enough, you know what you like and how to ask for it.”

  “You must’ve screwed a lot of girls to get this good.” Bobby stroked my hair. It seemed he really liked long hair.

  “I’ve done my fair share.” I grinned and let my curls fall onto his chest. He moaned softly. “And guys?” he whispered again.

  “Ah, no. Not a lot. You one of the first.” He kissed a ringlet, ran his teeth over the thick strands.

  “I thought so. You don’t look like you’d go in for that stuff. Still, I’m glad we did this.”

  “Me too, Bobby.” I squirmed inwardly “But I don’t think this is going to be regular or anything.”

  “I done Steve.” He muttered shyly. “It was long ago, but I didn’t want to go to the prom with Patricia without popping my cherry. I guess I liked it. Steve was a sport about it, but I know he came too. We never have since.”

  “I never thought.” I was quite surprised. “I kinda figured if you did it with anyone, it’d be Kyle. You’re much closer buddies.”

  “Kyle?” Bobby sounded surprised. “Nah, he’d never go for that stuff.”

  “I guess so.” I muttered relieved in some or other way without knowing why. “Hey Bobby, this thing going to go down, or what?”

  “It don’t look like it.” He grinned like a little boy “You got some other plans to wrestle it?”

  “How weird you want to hear?”

  “Gimme all you got.” Bobby smiled “Ain’t nothing else to do in this place, I guess I’m a big boy. I can handle most things.”

  I let him play with my hair and kiss it while I stroked his body slowly. I sucked at his cock and rubbed the curly hair on his body, then slowly drew his legs up and apart. As my tongue rimmed his ass, he started to moan and groan like a steam-train. I sucked his balls and felt up his hamstrings, massaging and squeezing until he was wheezing like an old man climbing stairs. His corn-hole was really tight, and I reached over for some K.Y and lubed him slowly, licking his rim and sticking more fingers in until it felt right. I could smell salty come on his chest as I leaned forward and sucked one of his nipples.

  “I guess I’m gonna have to fuck you.” I whispered in his ears.

  “Say it dirty, Andy, again.” he whimpered, hands running over my back “Tell me, please.”

  “I am gonna lube your ass all wet and slick first” I licked his ear, he writhed under me “Then I spread your legs and push you on your back.”

  “Yes, god…”

  “Then I’m gonna take my long, thick cock and shove it in your shit-hole, slow and hot.” I was getting quite turned on with this, Bobby wasn’t quite the clean-cut all American boy I had thought.

  “Oh, baby, please, please…”

  “Then I’m gonna fuck you like a little girl, until you scream like a bitch and I glue your guts tight with my hot cream.”

  “Fuck me, Andy!” His body jerked and pushed against mine, his hands gripped the small of my back and pulled me hard against him, my cock rubbing his crack.

  I pushed my head against his hole and felt it give. Bobby was real tight, and he panted and moaned as I pushed.

  “Oh man, give it to me.” I pushed harder, he seemed to like it stinging, so I hooked a thumb into the top of his lubed rim and pressed upwards. My cock slipped in past the head. He bucked, a small high sound rattled in the back of his throat, arched his back. My cock pushed in all at once, slamming against his balls. His ass gripped me tightly, I could feel the blood pooling in the head of my dick.

  “Bobby, I’m fucking you, kiss me you bitch!” I leaned forward, the pressure eased. His mouth closed over mine hungrily, tongue lashing at mine like a pump-wagon.

  “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’re going to fart for a week and pack fudge out your ass with a spoon.” I nipped the top of his ear, he moaned and sobbed. I pulled back slowly, his ass getting used to the feel of my bone in his gut. The sweat from his crack eased the friction. I bucked and slammed into him hard, aiming for his balls with my groin muscle. He gasped, winded.

  “Then I’m gonna suck my juice from your ass and spit it in your mouth so you can swallow. That’s what my bitch is gonna taste like.” He moaned and twitched, nails scoring my back, hips thrusting against my cock, balls slamming into my hard abdomen. I reckoned Bobby could take it hard, so I carried on slamming into him, whispering the foulest, dirtiest things I could think of. He just seemed to take it all.

  I was hanging by a thread when he screamed like a banshee, and I could feel gallons of warm stickiness splash up my chest and his ass throbbing so hard it almost hurt. I took a long slow stroke while his ragged breathing panted in my ear, feeling my meat being covered by my skin-cap deep inside him, before slamming forward one last time. My arms were trembling, spit slivered from his mouth to mine, I leaned down and latched onto his right teat, sucking to give him a hickey.

  My teeth nipped the thick bud and I lashed the side of the tube with the top of my tongue. He roared and cried, his body rocking beneath me like a railcar and I thrust my dick as far as it could go. As the top peeled back and rode all the way down my shaft, gripped by his insides, I felt spiked from deep within him past the top of my head, and I pumped cream for a long time.

  True to my word, as he lay there semi-conscious I flipped up his hips and sucked at his bruised ass until I had the taste of my cream, then sucked more of his sticky man-juice from his stomach and chest, while all the time he lay moaning softly. My mouth was nearly full when I pressed it against his and snowballed him. While he swallowed I licked the corner of his mouth, whispering reassurances.

  He stroked my hair as we lay side by side in silence for a long time, then he curled up against me, nestled his face against my neck and cried like a baby. I held him and crooned softly to him while he sobbed, kissed his face when he moved. I fell asleep with him clinging to me, sometime later.

  The sun woke me around eight. I looked over and started to snuggle when I realized it wasn’t Kyle next to me. Oh Christ, Bobby! I remembered. I froze, my arm numb where he slept on it. His face was smooth and peaceful as I watched him, panicked.

  His eyes flicked open, he smiled at me immediately. “Morning.” He whispered.

  “Hey.” I licked dry lips, tasted salt. “How you feeling?”

  “Fine.” He grinned shyly “I ache all over, but it’s a good ache.”

  “I’m feeling very weird, Bobby. How much you remember?”

  “Ummm, I was drunk but not shit-faced, fall-down pissed.” He smoothed a ringlet against my chest, twirled it around his finger “We talked a lot, then I asked you to fuck me good.” He grinned, pressed the end of the braid to his lips. “Andy, I remember everything. It’s good with me. I can keep this a secret, I know you really didn’t want this.”

  “Hey, Bobby.” I pressed my thumb against his lips, stroked. “It takes two, y’know. I’m not saying this is a mist
ake. I’m not saying I didn’t want you. I’m not even saying this wasn’t good.” I lost my train of thought “I don’t know what I’m saying… I like you very much. I want to see more of you. I think you’re a great guy. You got great sex, but this is confusing me a bit.”

  “I know what you mean, Andy.” Bobby sighed, sadly “I didn’t know what I wanted, but you gave it to me. I guess I was as horny as hell and all messed up with Patricia. I guess we can leave this here like it is, and just get on with things.”

  “No.” I could feel him cringe against me, expecting a body blow of some kind. “I don’t want to forget it. You’re the kind of guy I want to remember.” He relaxed, stared into my eyes “I’m not ashamed of us, of this… I’m not angry with you, or anything like that. It doesn’t even have to be a secret, like that what we did was dirty or sick. I’m just not sure what it means to us, to this place.”

  “Like the small town drumming us out because we’re fags or something?” Bobby released the coiled strands, it settled onto the pillow between us.

  “Yeah, ‘cause we did something that could upset the natural order of things.” I muttered, then leaned forward and kissed him. His mouth opened under mine, I could taste old sex.

  “I think you don’t reckon on how boring things are around here, Andy.” Bobby muttered after I pulled back. “There are lots of little secrets and frustrations folks get around to doing that they’re not supposed to. I know better than some what that means.” He grinned suddenly, rolled on top of me “Tell you what, folks don’t ask, I don’t tell.”

  “Ok, Bobby.” I grinned “You got a deal.”

  “Still feeling weird?” Bobby nuzzled my face.

  “No, can’t rightly say I do anymore.” I licked dried sweat from his forehead. His cheeks flushed.

  “Tell you what, my turn, then we’re even.” He giggled, feeling me up. I could feel his woody pressing on my thigh.

  “You got another deal there, buddy.” I smiled back.