by Caldon Mull
Bobby was quick, his meat really pressed me up inside. His neat body shuddered and rocked, and he worked my nipples and sucked my tongue. After fifteen or twenty quick strokes I shot my bolt. His fat head pressed against my special spot from start to finish, I didn’t stand a chance. He squirted as soon as my ass started clamping. He lay next to me, grinning like a cat that got the cream. My ass stung. I liked the feeling. I really liked the kid.
He was complicated. This was becoming complicated. I grinned to myself. I didn’t give a fuck how complicated. As long as I could stay good by me and by them, no matter how many of them there might be, I was fine with it.
I tickled him out of bed, and we hit the showers together, spent some time soaping and swabbing and then, only in towels, rinsed and dried his clothes from last night. By ten, we had coffee and flapjacks under the belt and looked like two ordinary guys in an ordinary town. Bobby was real handy and eager to please and something inside him that was hard and knotted when I first met him had melted away completely.
We opened the shed and I found my car keys. I pulled back the tarp on the Subaru and Bobby whistled softly.
“I don’t get you man.” He muttered “You got a car like this and you don’t drive?”
“Hey Bobby. I do drive, but most of the time I don’t want to.” I fought for the words. “You could say that I didn’t want to stand out in this place, or that I spent so much time driving in the City, I’m grateful for the chance not to. I’m not into flash, buddy. All I want is a chance to do my thing without too much fuss.”
“Hey, it’s scary but I think I get it.” Bobby shook his head, hand running over the hood. “You’re pretty deep, man.”
“Some would say that.” I grinned, gunning the engine.
Bobby lived some fifteen miles out West. I drove the big car around the house to his pad above the barn. His folks were no-where in sight.
“They’re out to church.” His curls lifted in the chill wind blowing up from the crops. His hands thrust deep in his pockets, he looked very young suddenly. “Thanks, man.”
“You’re welcome.” I grinned at him.
“Hey, Andy.” He squinted up against the sun as I turned the car around “About our deal?”
“Yeah?” I leaned out the window.
“Could I ask you for some again, in a little while?” he kicked at a stone.
“In a little while, you bet.” I grinned again and threaded my way down the narrow path back home. I’m sure I heard him “Yee-Ha!” as soon as I was out of sight. I grinned. I knew what that felt like.
Chapter Four
Spring ended and things carried on pretty much the same as they always had as summer heated up. Michel and I had cut down our workout schedule further to once a week, and Kyle and I stepped up to use the indoor pool both Tuesdays and Thursdays. Michel and Marcie were an item now, not that I worried particularly much about how it would change us, I was happy for him. Kyle and I had talked about shacking up, but after a week we still only saw each other for an hour or two in the morning, and the same amount of time in the evening. We went back to our old routine, it suited us better.
Saturday evening had become a regular for all of us to meet up, the only problem I had was that my ex- still made a point of bringing her admirers along. We had got to the stage where we didn’t ignore each other, and just sometimes we talked more than “Hello, I’m fine thank you…”
Bobby had ditched Patricia, but she was still part of the group considering how she and Mandy and Marcie were all still friends. Kyle had stopped making the pretence of seeing Mandy, and now Steve and her were an item. I guess that made Patricia the third wheel, and she fumed between the girls and tried to catch Kyle or my attentions.
This went on for some weeks, but she never did get it. Bobby and Kyle spent more time together than they did since they were in school, and no one was any the wiser about me. Bobby had just been made co-captain and Kyle, their Wide Receiver was struggling to make practice times. If you’d listen to the town gossip, I was still holding a torch for June and hiding out from everyone else in shame. Nothing was further from the truth. In hindsight, I think her dumping me was the best thing that could have happened.
I guess that was my ‘lazy’ summer, with Kyle and I basking like lizards near our pool spot. Somewhere in those months, I had what I consider my first ‘perfect’ day. If I close my eyes and think ‘perfect’, the Pool, Kyle and hot sunlight flood my memory, strong enough to drown out wherever I am and what I was doing.
Fall was most way through when I next landed with my feet on the ground. Bobby had asked me round to Thanksgiving at his place and I was still thinking about it. Kyle was off to his folks, Michel and Marcie had plans, so did Steve and Mandy. That morning I had taken Bobby down to the football field outside of town to watch him and the team practice and it looked like they were pretty good, but not especially great together. They needed more training to click, and once that happened, they could be really something. They were a good bunch of guys, one or two the faces I knew from the Mill gym, some from the pool, most knew me by sight. I must say I was fitter than any of them. They had already offered me a position, but I hadn’t decided to take them up yet. I really was tempted too, though.
I sat and sipped lime juice while they worked out, and thought I’d take Bobby up on his offer for Thanksgiving. He stepped out of the locker room, showered and clean, curly hair wet against his head when I told him this.
“Great,” he grinned. “Stay the weekend?”
“Sure, I gotta take some leave, think I’ll take Friday, so I be on normal time for the weekend.” I drove him home, and didn’t give anything another thought.
I slept until noon on Friday. The last couple of weeks, I had been making Saturday mornings with little sleep, so I thought I would treat myself having the day to myself. I only needed one day for this, but the office was nagging me to take ten more, but couldn’t tell me when it would suit them. Typical. With everyone else in Town gone, I packed clothes and headed to his Bobby’s farm. Fall was chilly in this part of the world, and winter was not much better. At least it didn’t snow, but it rained an awful lot and I had to cut back on my cycling, as the roads were always slick. I carefully negotiated the Subaru down the gravel road where Bobby flagged me in the rain, anorak bright orange and pointed me towards the other barn. He stayed above the biggest one, but I noticed a couple other cars while I was parking.
“Who’s here? Family?” I asked him as I got my togs off the seat.
“Some of the Football guys.” Bobby’s breath steamed in the rain.
“In with your folks?”
“Nah, my place. Folks are away visiting my sister Shirley in Miami.”
“Oh. Cool.”
I sprinted over to his place, him running beside me. I had never been inside. Through the big doors, the stalls had been cleaned out, some gym equipment, a punch bag, Sauna and a hot tub. Neatly arranged, the whole Barn had been worked out by him to keep him busy. I suppose he never needed to leave it. I think I understood him better, suddenly.
Upstairs Bobby had a complete apartment under the eaves. It had heating, bean bags. It was a pad. Sitting round the table, Beers open, cards dealt were three of his friends from the Football club. I knew them by sight. All of them were the ones who had been with a group who had asked me to join. Nice enough guys, all around twenty-two or twenty-three. I waved at them, they smiled back. There was Dean with dark hair and brown eyes, shortest at 6’3”. Alex was blonde with green eyes at around 6’4” and Mark, who had brown hair and ice blue eyes and who towered in at 6’6”.
“You play poker, Andy?” Dean grinned.
“Yeah, sure.” I pulled up a chair while Bobby hung up his slicks. “What’s the pot, matchsticks?”
“Yeah, just for fun really.” Dean grinned “When three are tapped out we play for strip.”
“You guys are gonna get real cold.” I laughed “Bobby, you’d better put those slicks back on.”
We played a couple of hours, Music Radio playing in the background, laughing and joking. Myself and Mark soon outclassed Dean and Alex, and Bobby followed by the time Alex pulled out a bank-bag of pot. By the time the third joint was passed around, Mark and I still had our jeans on and the rest were down to shorts and briefs.
Alex lost the hand, and puffing on his joint, pulled off his briefs to applause from the rest of us. I checked out his body as he bowed and showed off. “OK, last hand.” Bobby laughed.
“You going down this hand, Bobby.” Dean grinned dealing.
“No way, buddy-boy,” Bobby leaned over and smacked Alex’s ass. “Go get some more Beer, and set up the video player.”
“Sure, anything good?” Alex stretched, not in the least embarrassed about his ripped body.
“Find something in the rack,” Bobby grinned at him “We’ll be through shortly.”
“Right, I’ll get into the hot-tub until you-all ready.” Alex sauntered off, dick swinging and brought back another six-pack before I heard his steps down the stairs.
“You keep that on all weekend?” I asked Bobby.
“Yeah, cheaper than heating, but the place does get pretty sweaty.” Bobby said, frowning at his cards.
Mark went down next, and as he stripped off his jeans he grinned. “Don’t wear nothing, guess I’m gone.” His thick dark hair almost hid his stubby dick. Only the pink head poked out of his bush. I would have thought him bigger than that.
“One more and the game ends.” Dean toked another joint. “One-eyed Jacks wild, show poker.” Bobby lost the hand, Dean and I reached up and high-fived while Bobby tossed his briefs towards his bedroom door, his fat pole waved as he threw.
“Guess it’s the tub for me, too.” He laughed, passing me the toke.
We moved down, slightly unsteady and pulled up next to the tub. Mark and Alex were lounging in the steam as Bobby climbed up the ladder. They moved aside as he slipped in. Dean tugged off his shorts, and I caught a glimpse of his completely smooth body while I unbuttoned my jeans and tugged at my shorts.
“Dean shaves, Andy.” Alex muttered from the tub, resting his head on his forearms, watching us.
“I figured you guys all seen each other in the showers, no big deal, I’m cool.” I slipped down my shorts and stood naked, watching Dean’s ass bunch as he climbed the ladder.
“Hey, guys, lookit Andy.” Alex whistled as I stepped clear of my shorts. I laughed as I grabbed the rungs, and stepped up.
“You never seen one?” I taunted Alex as I stood on the duckboard. “Take a good look then.”
Of course Bobby had the same reaction the first time we had screwed, so I just stood there, hands on hips while the four boys stared at my uncut meat. After a few minutes, I stepped into the hot water and groaned as the jets worked at the kinks in my muscles.
I suppose the tub had been best for four, with five in, my skin rubbed against any one of the others bodies as I settled in. Bobby grabbed some salts of some kind and sprinkled them in the water.
“Sage.” He smiled, “my favourite.”
“You’re such a girl, Hoskins.” Dean grinned “But it’s Ok, real nice”
We stretched out, enjoying the stoned buzz, while the jets rippled and swirled the water around us. I stretched and froze as my foot touched Bobby’s groin, but he said nothing, grinned at me and I relaxed, enjoying the feel of his nuts on my instep.
Dean adjusted himself, sliding his legs over mine onto Mark’s side and Alex spread out sideways, his arm on the top of the tub against my neck. The radio played B-52’s while the steam from the water swirled up towards the loft, scented with Sage.
“Oh, yeah.” Mark muttered, “This is the life, yeah?”
“Damn, right, Meat” Bobby sighed, pressing his dick against my foot. “If I doze off, stop me drowning.”
“Sure thing, dude.” Alex muttered lazily, sweat sheening on his face. “What video you choose?” Bobby muttered.
“You’ll see.” Alex smiled. Dean moved a bit, his knees bobbed out of the water, and the back of his ass brushed my outer thigh. Through my half-closed eyes, I saw him shoot a glance at me, but I stayed still.
Bobby’s cock was hard, the underside knobs stroking my big toe, I idly pressed at it. Mark’s hand brushed my foot as it ran over the top of his shaft, against his belly.
I barely heard Bobby whisper “… its’ cool…” to Mark over the gurgling water. I reckoned these boys were toked up and ready to blow.
I also remembered what Bobby had tried to say about how much there was to do around here, and I figured I had just been invited to a circle jerk of some kind. Well, I thought I had better not disappoint. I pressed my neck against Alex’s arm, and slowly moved my right arm to cushion his. I pressed my fingers into his muscle and he leant against them. I stretched out my other arm, but Dean didn’t respond quite so naturally. I left my arm there, so it wouldn’t look like a mistake.
I was surprised when Dean’s elbow nestled against my ribs and his fingers brushed on the circle of skin bunched at the top of my cock. I could feel his hamstring move, and figured Mark was getting a foot-rub same as Bobby.
The next song up was R.E.M and Alex muttered sleepily, “Hey, Boss. These guys are going to be big, just you wait.”
“Nah.” Mark said huskily “No-one knocks Aerosmith off the top.”
We lay back and kept up a distracted level of conversation while we felt each other up. Dean’s fingers were wrapped around my head, and I could feel my half-wood pulsing against his palm. I idly stroked Alex’s neck while I kneaded Bobby’s mare-killer with my foot and Mark absently stroked both with his hand.
“Hey guys,” Alex muttered “This feels so good, I think I’m getting a Boner.”
“Yeah.” Bobby smiled at the ceiling “Me too. Careful you guys don’t get scared.”
“No way, Hoskins,” Mark murmured “I seen yours already. It ain’t the size of the nail, it’s the hammer…”
I grinned, cock twitching in Dean’s hand. His breathing was deep, I knew he was rock hard, but didn’t want to move my arm and be obvious enough to touch his pole. They must’ve played this game before, if it didn’t get said, it didn’t happen. I thought back to College to all those things like this where I had missed out simply because I didn’t pick up on it. I felt like I was just out of school again, and this time I wasn’t going to miss out on anything. I promised myself. Dean must be real skittish, so I just shut up and let him explore.
I started to move my hips slightly in time with his hand, and it encouraged him. He slid the skin down my shaft and lodged it under my rim, thumb sliding over my slick head.
Whatever Bobby had in the salts made my body slippery, Dean’s hand too. It was great. I moaned silently in the back of my throat, opened my eyes slightly.
Bobby was looking at me, water swirling around his chest, his big red areola breaking the swirls. He looked real good. He grinned, I winked.
Alex must’ve seen. I didn’t care and neither did Bobby.
“My skin’s getting all pruned,” Mark muttered, pressing his thumb on the top of my foot’s arch, fingers curling around Bobby’s shaft. “What movie you choose, bud?”
“I can’t remember, ‘xactly.” Alex sighed and stretched, slowly sitting upright “I got a couple picked.” Dean’s hand slid off my cock, pulling the skin over the head.
“I reckon we go and see what you got picked.” Mark lifted his hand off Bobby’s lap, and he exaggerated his stretch, hands gripping each other in the steamy air, water running down his arm. “You right Alex, that shit Bobby put in the water also gave me a woody. Who else?”
“Me.” I pulled my arms off the tub, placed my feet on the bottom and stretched.
I got this thing about nipples, and as I copied Mark’s movement, I noticed there wasn’t a soft one in the whole tub. Dean had small ones, Bobby huge. Alex was flat against his chest,
perfect rose pink and Mark had thick round ones pushing through the dark tangle of hair on his chest.
His areola were scarcely bigger than his nipples. I could feel my mouth watering for them.
“I got towels” Bobby stood up, his blood-red dick-head twitched in the water in front of his body, sailing towards the ladder like a battleship. I stood up so he could get past. Alex ducked under the water and smoothed his hair back, face a couple inches from my hard-on. Dean brushed my ass as he stood, Mark stayed until we were mostly out. I was getting real turned on, and apart from my hard-on, was trying not to show it.
Bobby draped a towel around his shoulders, and handed me one as I stepped out, steaming and wrinkled. Dean followed and took one as I dabbed myself dry and got a good, deliberate eyeful. I couldn’t tell if he was blushing or just steamed. His dick head was the same dark-red as his lips, good size six and a half inches. It lay flat against his body, eye staring up at the sky. A thick band of brown skin ran around his cock at about the halfway mark, his cut-scar.
The fact that he had shaved his bush and under his arms gave him a tasty, boyish build. He had a good body, small waist, big shoulders. His sack hung low, but not as low as Bobby or me. His right ball was the bigger, most guys I’d seen was the left. Intriguing. Alex stepped out, his flat ripped muscles cording as he reached for the towel. He had a good thick six inches jutting out from the thin blonde bush. He had a tangle of golden-brown hair all around his dick at the base, giving it a collar. He had small balls, his sack way up against his body.
Mark was last out. He could best be described as beefy. His torso and his legs were huge in proportion, but aside from his full sack and fat balls, his cock couldn’t have been much more than five and a half inches. It curved up about halfway where his scar was, except the skin under it towards his body was dark, and above towards the bright pink head was almost white.