by Caldon Mull
“You’ll do fine, Andy.” Bobby said, quietly.
After I pulled through the last bends and flattened out into town, I looked over and he was still watching me. “What?” I grinned.
“Nuthin’” he smiled and looked away. We pulled up into a roadside bay outside the Bar and braved the rain inside the smoky hall. The place was almost empty, but there were a few younger couples on the dance floor. Alex and Dean waved from a table near the DJ Box, outside of the full blast of the speakers and we joined them.
Most of a keg later, Alex leaned forward owlishly and said “Has anyone heard anything from Kyle Summers?”
“Yeah,” I sipped my way through the third Coors “I spoke to him today. Says he’s working hard and doing well.”
“Where’s he stayin’?” Dean shrugged.
“I set him up with a frat friend of mine. He had a room going close to the valley where Kyle’s new Station is, and his new wife threw out all his pinball machines and told him to rent the place out.”
“He collected pinball machines?” Bobby blinked slowly.
“Yeah, had twenty at last count. So his wife tells him he ain’t gonna see no more pussy until he chooses between them an’ her.” I belched, surprised “Where that come from?”
“Twenty Pinball Machines.” Dean laughed “Wow, man!”
“Yeah, even had names for some. Anyway, he says to me that it was a close call, but the pussy won out. Pinball Pete finally caved in.”
Bobby laughed “Man, you know some characters. So Kyle is living in L.A in someone’s Pinball Arcade. Hot Damn! The lucky shit.”
“That sounds funny the way you say it, but yes.” I grinned “Not a word a lie!”
“I always thought I would be doing that. Y’know, football.” Alex slurred “I would go to the West Coast and play my way through the minor leagues to the Superbowl. This year’ll be the one I could get the scouts in the Season to notice me enough to sign on. I’m ready now, next year’ll be too late.”
“Well, they won’t be out this early, so I guess we got a couple of games in hand to warm up a bit.” Dean sipped at his draught.
“Fuck that!” Alex waved his arms “I’m gonna play every game like it was the Superbowl. The only way to go.”
“Good Man!” Dean grinned.
“Yeah, right on.” Alex stood up and looked over to the dance floor “Any you guys gonna dance some? I think the honey sisters have arrived.”
“Nah, not just yet.” Bobby shrugged “You go on and we’ll catch up.”
I looked over at the dance floor and watched Alex saunter up to a group of cute girls hanging around the edge of the dance floor. I had seen them around and from the talk in the locker room, these were the closest things to Football groupies we had in the Town. The ‘honey sisters’ weren’t actually sisters or anything, they were about four or five friends that followed the Game and met up with the Players once in a while. They were local girls, and lived on Farms outside of town. I guess they needed to get out as much as we did. Alex had his eye on one of them, a blond girl around twenty called Candy.
She had two other friends with her I’d seen before, both brunette and around the same age. There were more single women tonight than I had seen my entire time here. I idly wondered what happened to them from the age of twelve and thirty-five. Maybe there was a space ship outside town that just picked them up and flew them away for twenty years.
Dean grabbed another glass and got up “Excuse me, I’ll go and stretch a bit and keep him out of trouble.” He winked at me and went to join the group that had cleared a spot on the dance floor.
Bobby watched the dancers for a few moments, then turned back to me “You going to join them?”
“Not just yet.” I exchanged a carafe of water for my empty beer “I’ll watch for awhile.”
“You miss him, don’t you?” Bobby said suddenly.
“Who?” I wondered.
“Kyle.” Bobby smiled. “It took me awhile after he left to figure it out.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I miss him.” I shrugged. It wasn’t like Bobby to be funny about anything.
As if reading my mind Bobby said “Its’ cool, I ain’t jealous or nuthin’. Really. We’re OK, it’s just you were the last two people I would have figured would get it on. How long?”
“Before I even met up with you.” I sipped at the water, watching the dancers “twelve, thirteen months, now.”
“I never thought.” Bobby shook his head slowly, “No wonder Patricia was going out of her mind with you guys, there just wasn’t any space.”
“I guess.” I looked into his eyes “Would that have changed anything? Does it?”
“Nah, Andy.” Bobby shrugged “I just thought I was the one with all the secrets, and here you surprise me again.” He grinned suddenly “Makes you kinda special, though.”
“Thanks Bobby.” I tapped his glass with mine “Back at ya.”
“You gonna dance some?” He turned and watched Alex and Dean doing some line dance moves together, laughing like loons.
“Yeah, have a piss first, though.” I slipped over the bench to stand up.
“Me too.” Bobby twisted the lid off another beer, stood up “I’ll take it easy tonight, I promise.”
I grinned as we walked to the johns “Makes no difference to me, buddy. You kinda cute when you’re drunk.” Bobby laughed then signalled to Dean and Alex we were on the way over. Grinning, they gave us a thumbs up. Two of the girls waved back.
I’d unbuttoned and was midway through my piss when Bobby arrived next to me and put his beer on the top of the sill. “I think Alex is gonna get himself some Candy tonight.”
“Hey, probably.” I sighed with relief “She’s been stalking him for some time I hear.”
“Yeah. Determined girl.” Bobby leaned forward and took a long, obvious look at my dick. I could feel it thicken in my fist. There was no-one else around.
“Um, think we could get some action with her friends?” His stream of piss crossed mine, I glanced over and saw the fat, red half-boner thrusting out his boxers. Bobby grinned impishly when I looked up. Grinning back, I kept the streams crossed until we were empty. We shook dry, Bobby grabbed his beer from the sill and sauntered back to the dance floor.
The next hour or so we boogied, bopped and acted like clowns with Alex and Candy, Dean and Lona and Linda. The slow dances started, and Bobby and I headed back to our table laughing and sweating with Linda. We replaced the ice in our bucket and I went for another round to put into it. I walked past the dance floor where Dean and Lona were glued to each other, but there was no sign of Alex and Candy. Bobby and Linda were whispering and giggling at the table as I inched over the bench to face them and deposited the drinks in the bucket.
Linda was a lot of fun, not quite as stunning looking as Candy, but she had a great figure and long dark hair. Tonight all the girls were wearing something out of Madonna’s ‘Desperately seeking Susan” wardrobe with ankle boots and short skirts. Linda moved over to sit next to me and grab a beer out of the keg and the three of us laughed and joked about where Alex and Candy had got to. I swivelled to look at Linda and we flirted and chatted in equal measure. By the forth slow dance in a row, I looked up to find Bobby disappeared and Dean and Lona slowly dry- humping in the darkened dance floor.
Linda was giggling and moaning quietly and I realized I hadn’t said anything to her for a few minutes, so it wasn’t anything I was saying. Her eyes were closed, and when I looked down at her lap, I saw Bobby’s head undulating between her thighs. His hand reached up and took mine and he slid it over the top of her smooth skin to the warm wet, furry place he was licking. Linda moaned softly, “Oh, yes, fingers are good…”
I slipped my middle finger down her lap until it met the end of Bobby’s tongue and moved it around the slick velvet place he was eating. My dick leaped in my jeans and pressed painfully against the buttons. Linda placed her arm on my shoulder and whispered encouragement to both of us. Bobby’s left han
d moved onto my bulge and squeezed my packet with long, slow grips. I was sure Linda didn’t know he was doing this, and it made me crazy-hot.
I shifted forward until my mouth was close to her ear and whispered and licked it and the side of her neck. I slipped my finger all the way to the second knuckle, while Bobby licked it and all around her lips below my invading finger. I could feel the hard nub of her clit pressing against my callused finger, so I increased the pressure on her mound, prizing her apart with my second and third fingers, so Bobby could work her inner pussy more with his tongue. This seemed to work well, she shuddered and slammed into an orgasm after a few more minutes, before the song had even finished. I leaned forward and kissed her urgently and deliberately.
Bobby had freed my aching cock and was milking it with long, slow stokes. I slipped my finger out of her snatch and rubbed her mouth with the wet salty digits until her lips were slick, sucking them with my own.
The music changed suddenly, and Bobby’s hand disappeared from my dick. I scooted my free hand to button up quickly while still kissing Linda, and by the time Dean and Lona had started for the table, Bobby, Linda and I were all where we were supposed to be. I pulled out of the kiss with Linda and looked over to where Bobby, flushed and tousled shifted over so Dean could join him. Lona sat down next to Linda and grabbed a beer.
Linda blinked a few times at Lona, took a sip of her now-warm beer and chatted to her as if nothing had happened. Alex and Candy still seemed to be a topic of some concern. As women tend to do, some unseen prompt had both of them head for the toilet together.
“Man, I got trouble.” Dean leaned forward slowly.
“What’s that?” Bobby leaned over and took a beer, smoothing his hair while he did so. Our eyes met and I held his glance until he’d settled back and taken a pull on the bottle.
“I been slow dancing with a hard-on and now it won’t go down.” Dean muttered. “That’s too bad.” Bobby muttered nonchalantly, passing me a secret smirk.
“Yeah, Dean.” I grinned “Lucky its dark back here.” I felt the ache in my cock throb harder now I knew we all had hard-ons.
Dean must have sensed something “OK, what’s going on here?” His dark suspicious eyes scanned me and Bobby, both innocently sipping our beers.
Bobby reached down with his free hand and brought a delicate lace thong to his face, sniffed it. “Nuthin”
Dean goggled “No ways!”
“Way!” Bobby grinned, hiding the item “Barker, my friend, while you have been dry fucking through a slow dance, Andy and I been taking perversion to a new high.”
“No ways.” Dean gaped.
Bobby grabbed Dean’s wrist and moved it to his lap. Dean’s eyebrows beetled towards his fringe “Geez, Hoskins.”
I smiled and said nothing. I noticed that Dean didn’t pull his hand away, Bobby grinned lazily at him and slowly arched his back, titling his head and pouring a swig of beer into his mouth.
Dean licked dry lips, looked over at me. “Alex got Candy and his car. I wonder if they’re coming back?”
“Lona got hers here, so I guess they’ll be going soon, now we all hard and hot.” Bobby moaned quietly, stretched his arms along the top of the seat. I noticed Deans hand sneak back to the table, cradle his beer.
“Well, I get to take Bobby home tomorrow.” I leaned forward, trying to ease the throb in my lap “What else you got planned?”
“You wanna come through with me?” Bobby leaned towards Dean, speaking softly “I reckon a lot of my friends are full of surprises and I don’t wanna be the last to always know these things.”
“Hell, Bobby.” Dean fidgeted “Sure, I guess. Just is we not stoned or drunk or anything like that.”
“Reckon I don’t need to be, no more.” Bobby whispered “Reckon I ain’t had you yet and I wanna.”
“Sure.” Dean swallowed, “I always wanted to.”
“I know.” Bobby looked over at me, nibbled his lower lip “Just is, I’ve been too scared to ask you.”
I stood up and took the rest of the full beers out of the bucket. Both of their eyes rested on my raging cock as I stacked them in the middle of the table. Guiltily they glanced at each other and grinned.
“You missed a button there, Andy.” Dean chuckled. Bobby snickered. I fixed it closed, making sure they both saw me lick my sticky fingers after wrestling it back behind its denim cage. I saw the girls heading back.
I sat down and warned them. “Incoming.”
Lona and Linda were both grinning when they got back, but begged off the rest of the evening to get home in her car. Without standing up, Bobby and I kissed Linda goodbye. I saw him slip her thong back into her handbag before they left. Dean and Lona made nice and ten minutes later, the three of us and about a dozen Millers were heading back through the cold rain to my house.
“Wonder where Alex went?” Dean muttered from the back seat.
“Probably to the Old Mill lookout Point.” Bobby smiled tightly from the passenger seat. “It’s his favourite spot.”
“Shit, sorry Bobby.” Dean muttered, “I knew you and Alex… I mean…”
“Hey, it’s okay.” Bobby swivelled “We’re still good buddies, I mean, After Patricia, he helped, y’know… and so did Andy.” Bobby smiled at me.
“I didn’t know that.” Dean sat forward.
“Yeah, Our Andy is full of surprises.” Bobby reached over and tousled Dean’s hair. “What I want to know is what’s with you two? Or am I wrong?”
“No,” I sighed, not realizing I had been holding my breath “you’re not wrong. Dean and I are friends…”
“…with options.” Dean finished.
“That’s kinda hot, y’know.” Bobby plucked at the seam of his pants “I mean with us, we always just backed away before we got anything sorted, like there was never any definite… anything. Like kids playing the same game for twenty years. I’m tired of being a kid. I wanna know what it’s like to do something for me.”
“Amen, brother.” Dean leaned his head through the gap in the seats “You know how often I heard that one just lately?”
“Yeah, I guess I know.” I turned into the gravel path while Bobby and Dean kissed deeply, their fringes tickled my ear.
I stopped the car. Bobby and Dean leaned back. “Hey, you taste…” Dean licked his lips.
“Like Linda…” Bobby giggled, “You think we were joking? If she found out I was giving Andy a hand- mash while I was eatin’ her, she’d fuckin’ lose it.”
“I always thought you were the sensible one.” Dean laughed “Fuck it! How wrong could I be.”
Bobby groaned deep in his throat “You man enough to find out?” he said huskily.
I took off the seat belt and reached for both of them. I kissed Bobby slowly and slid my tongue against his, and eagerly he sucked back. Dean was right he did taste good. While I took my time, Dean’s hot breath warmed my ear, a small moan escaped his mouth. I broke from Bobby and moved my mouth over Dean’s.
I pushed my thumb into the thick muscle of his neck and tried my best to suck his mouth dry, massaging his neck and stroking his throat with its’ hard Adams apple. I loved the feeling of Dean’s body and made sure I could touch him whenever I could. “Let’s take this inside.” I whispered as I came up for air.
We got through the rain and in the house in a riot of laughs, giggles and slips. Bobby took the Beers to the fridge in the kitchen while Dean opened three in the lounge. I brought through blankets, pillows and towels and started to rub Dean dry. We were all soaked, Bobby came through grinning, his nipples showing through the thin cotton shirt he was wearing. He slowly took it off while Dean and I watched, spellbound. He slipped off his shoes and undid his buckle and zipped his jeans down and dropped them to the floor. The waistband of his boxers was sopping wet and tented in front of him, the thick red head of his cock pushing through the front fly. Grinning at us, he moved his hands all over his torso until slipping them under his waistband and easing them down his thick thigh
s, to the floor. He hooked off his socks and stood before us, naked as a jay- bird and rock-hard.
“Wow!” Dean gasped. “I seen you before, but not like this.”
“What ya think?” Bobby posed “You wanna get some of this?”
I looked at his body, appreciating it again. I hadn’t seen it for awhile and we had been working out a lot. He really was stunning looking. Pale skin, huge flat chest sprinkled with freckles and a crucifix shaped splash of silky, curly hair. Ruby-brown areola, the largest I had ever seen glared at me invitingly and his thick red cock- helmet jutted and flared like a cobra, throbbing up and down with his heartbeat.
“Hot Damn, you’re something else!” Dean stood up, his pleats all bunched at his crotch “I definitely want some of that.”
I took off my shirt and leaned back. “Bobby, help Dean off with his clothes. Take it real slow.” Bobby winked at me and suddenly serious, slipped his hands under Dean’s shirt. Dean closed his eyes and tilted his head back while Bobby ran his hands up his torso, peeling off the tight shirt. His hands lingered over the small nipples, and he gripped the hem between his teeth before slipping his hands under Dean’s pits and pressing the shirt up his arms and over his head. Small dark fuzz showed in Dean’s pits as he had stopped shaving a few weeks ago.
The contrast in bodies was spectacular. Bobby had sleek smooth muscle, ripped and trim, where Dean was blocky, flat, square and angular. A thin line of dark stubble ran from the bottom of his navel to disappear at his waistband. His cut groin was highlighted by the shadows in the room. The shirt dropped to the floor in a wet heap.
Bobby’s pale fingers hooked into Dean’s belt and snapped the clasp. He stoked the thick knob of Dean’s cock through the fabric while Dean watched. As Bobby undid the zip, Dean’s meat bobbed free and his pants slipped maddeningly slowly down his chunky legs. The stubble from the bottom of his navel to the top of his cock was an inverted t-shaped thin brush. A rivulet of pre-cum slimed the bottom of his meaty shaft to pool in the folds of his hairless sack.