Someone to Bank on

by Carson Wescot

  “Does anyone else have a key to this place?” Bobby said with a smile, remembering what happened the last time he stood in front of Grant in the same spot just two nights ago.

  Grant smiled back.

  “That’s a reasonable question, but no – it’s just you and me, Bobby. Just you and me, and that’s the way it’s going to stay.”

  Bobby’s erection had not subsided one bit during the entire bath, and it now throbbed with every beat of his excited heart. Tossing the towel aside, Grant pulled Bobby’s body toward him. He gently stroked the young man front to back, nipples to knees, including the young man’s very turgid cock, which he lightly squeezed with his fingertips from the root to the head and back again repeatedly until Bobby was moaning and oozing precum. With his thumb, Grant spread the clear liquid sensuously around the head of Bobby’s cock, causing his knees to buckle from the powerful sensations.

  Resting his hands on the perfect twin globes of the boy’s bottom, Grant finally did what he’d been longing to do for days – he pulled Bobby’s body toward him and took the throbbing young cock as far into his mouth and throat as he possibly could.

  Bobby had never been treated so tenderly before, and he allowed the feelings caused by Grant’s mouth and tongue to take him to levels of pleasure he had never before experienced. Grant knew how to bring the young man to the heights and then back off to allow him to repeat the journey to nirvana over and over. Finally Bobby couldn’t stand the exquisite pleasure another second.

  “I’m coming this time for real – take it, please!”

  Tensing to the max and then gratefully exploding, he shot volley after powerful volley of his warm love juices down Grant’s throat for the first time while Grant swallowed fast to keep up with him. Sex with Philip had never been this good – not even close. Philip would have to find someone else to play around with next weekend, because Bobby could see that he was going to be a little busy if Grant was at all inclined to keep up this sort of activity.

  As for Grant, Bobby’s liquid essence was the sweetest taste he could imagine, and he looked forward to a steady diet of it in the days and weeks to come.

  Emotionally drained from the stress of the past 48 hours – not to mention thoroughly satisfied – Bobby lowered his slender body onto Grant’s lap until they were chest to chest and cock to cock. Lifting Grant’s chin, he opened his lips and let them meet Grant’s for the first time. As they hungrily kissed with all the passion that had been building inside of both of them for the past week, Bobby let himself believe that his improbable dream could come true.

  Moments later and still naked, they sank into Grant’s bed, and Grant gently stroked Bobby’s back and buttocks, raising goose bumps of pleasure all over his body. After years of feeling used by Marcus physically and emotionally, Grant was determined to make love to Bobby every day in ways that would make him feel cherished in all the ways he had never himself felt.

  “I think I’d better warn you about something,” he said softly.

  “What’s that?”

  “I think I just might be falling in love with you, Bobby. If you don’t want that, you’d better run now before it’s too late.”

  “I could just walk away and you’d never catch me with that cast on.”

  “You thinkin’ of trying that, my friend?”

  “Not like this, I’m not. I don’t have any clothes on, in case you hadn’t noticed.”

  “Yeah, I noticed. And if I have my way, all you’ll be wearing from now till Monday morning are the kisses I’m gonna be planting all over your sexy bare body.”

  “Ummm…and if I have my way, Rodney better start looking for a new roommate because I think I just might still be here long after that cast comes off – that is, if you’ll have me.”

  Slipping on a condom and lubing his cock, Grant gently thrust himself into the depths of his young lover for the first time. He nuzzled his neck and whispered exactly what the young man yearned to hear.

  “I’m banking on that, Bobby. I’m banking on it.”

  CHAPTER 10

  Unlike in Nashville, where his former roommate Bobby lay sleeping at that moment with his new lover that Philip Spencer knew nothing about, it was an unseasonably chilly summer evening in Boston. Philip lay half naked and shivering in the back seat of a car that wasn’t even his own with a man he’d met only an hour before in a gay bar. Even though he’d just gotten off from the man’s experienced oral ministrations, he felt unfulfilled and used – and it wasn’t the first time lately.

  Since graduating from college six weeks ago, Philip had been back in his hometown and living in his parents’ sprawling home in one of the city’s tonier neighborhoods. He had never wanted for anything growing up as an only child in that house except for one rather important thing – a sense of belonging and being wanted.

  Certainly his parents – with their high-level professional jobs – had provided well for him, but he knew from whispered conversations among his extended family that his parents hadn’t planned on his birth. With no siblings and no particularly close friends – at least of the kind you could confide in – he grew up feeling lonely and quite isolated. Money doesn’t buy everything, he had sadly thought to himself more than once.

  After graduating from his private prep school, things began to turn around for Philip when he went off to college in faraway Nashville. While living in the South was a culture shock for the Yankee boy, he did feel like he’d won the lottery when he was paired up in his dorm room with a handsome Indiana boy by the name of Bobby Rushton.

  Bobby seemed to have and be everything that Philip lacked – he had a close-knit family that included two brothers, he seemed secure in his own skin, he made friends easily, and he had the self-discipline that it took to come up with enough scholarship money to get to college and then to excel there.

  Philip envied, admired, and even adored Bobby, but the blond beauty was also a source of great frustration to him. Philip had not yet really accepted his attraction to other men – Bobby in particular – but he soon became fascinated with the idea of seducing him. After a few weeks of watching Bobby in various stages of dressing – and especially undressing – he wanted him badly. Bobby had a beautiful body and a sweet, innocent personality that intrigued Philip to no end, but he didn’t seem interested in Philip in the same way that Philip was interested in him. Either that or he hid it well.

  His frustration grew to the point where Philip knew he had to remove himself from the temptation of coming on to – and probably being rejected by – his handsome roommate. So he decided to attend some late fall rush events on campus and pledged a fraternity. He stayed in the dorm with Bobby for the first half of their freshman year and then lived in the frat house for two and a half years until he was kicked out of it for making one too many sexually suggestive moves on super-straight brothers who apparently didn’t want that kind of attention.

  When it became apparent that he needed to live elsewhere for his senior year, Philip contacted Bobby to see if he might want him back as a roommate. They had had a few classes together and saw each other on campus from time to time, but they had been living in different worlds – Philip in a free-wheeling frat house and Bobby still in the same residence hall the two had started out in.

  Bobby’s current roommate was graduating, so he happily invited Philip to move back in with him that fall. Philip was elated – and decided right then and there that things would be different this time around. One night early in the semester, after they had turned out the lights and gone to bed in their separate twin beds, Philip decided it was time to make his move. He started a lights-out conversation that he eventually steered around to sexual experimentation between guys.

  Bobby said that he had never engaged in anything like that, and Philip claimed the same thing about himself – although it was stretching the truth a bit. Bobby surprised him by going on to say, half kiddingly perhaps, that maybe it was time to make up for lost time and hinted that he might be in
terested in giving it a try sometime.

  That, of course, was precisely the response that Philip had been waiting for three years to hear. He was jumping out of his skin at the possibility of getting his hands on Bobby’s cool body, but he kept himself in check for a few minutes to build the suspense. Bobby wanted the same thing, but he was too inhibited to initiate it.

  Just when Bobby thought that Philip had drifted off to sleep, he heard Philip’s soft voice again in the dark.

  “Bobby?”

  “Uh-huh?”

  “If you’re up for it, I’d like to give that a try right now. Can I come over there?”

  “Umm, sure.”

  Bobby’s heart rate suddenly doubled at the thought of a little play time with his cute roommate. No, Philip was beyond merely “cute” – he was extremely good-looking and had been the subject more than once already of Bobby’s solo jack-off fantasies, he later admitted.

  There was just enough ambient light from the window that they didn’t need to turn on any lights. Both boys were wearing T-shirts and short pajama bottoms.

  “How are we going to do this?” Bobby asked nervously.

  “Well, it helps if you’re naked,” Philip replied with a grin. “You first,” he said as he proceeded to help Bobby out of his T-shirt. “Now lie back and let me slip those shorts off.”

  Philip almost whistled in awe as he took a long look in the dim light at the now-naked Bobby and his impressive, expanding equipment. This was his long-held dream come true. With little hesitation, he took Bobby’s dick in his hand for the first time and enjoyed the amazing feel of it. Bobby couldn’t believe how good it felt to have someone else’s hand on his cock for the first time, but he refrained from saying anything – not wanting to break the spell. Philip stopped long enough to pull his T-shirt off but – painfully aware of his “shortcomings” – he left his pajama bottoms on for the moment.

  “Are you going to jack me off?” Bobby asked, finally finding his voice.

  “I have something else in mind, roomie,” Philip said, as he bent over Bobby’s crotch and started kissing and licking on Bobby’s now-rigid equipment. Just as Bobby was getting used to the thrill of that, Philip opened wide and took Bobby all the way inside his mouth. He hadn’t done that with anyone before, but he’d certainly wanted to. He gagged a time or two until he got used to the feel and taste of it.

  Bobby was almost shocked at how much better Philip’s mouth felt on his cock than mere jacking off felt – which of course he was quite experienced at. He writhed in pleasure on his mattress as Philip’s head bobbed up and down on his pleasure pole with great enthusiasm if not great skill. Bobby didn’t last long. Surprising Philip with his speedy eruption, Bobby almost yelled out. He would have, except that he knew the dorm walls were thin. A few times he thought he had heard similar pleasure cries from the room just next door.

  Philip lapped up Bobby’s joy juices and ingested them without hesitation.

  “Hmm, yummy.”

  “That was great! I can’t believe you just swallowed my stuff like that. I’m not sure I can do that.”

  “Try it – you’ll like it,” Philip said, sitting back on his haunches between his roommate’s legs, very erect himself now and eagerly awaiting reciprocation.

  Coming down from his enormous high, Bobby finally sat half up.

  “You just gonna sit there with your shorts on and stare at me, Philip, or do you have something you’d like for me to lick on?”

  “Well, mine isn’t as big as yours, but it has the same nerve endings,” Philip said, standing up and sliding his shorts off. Bobby could see that Philip was right about having less. He had often sneaked a peek or two at his roommate when he was stripping off, but Philip had always faced away from Bobby when he did so. Bobby had never seen his roommate even soft before, much less hard. Even with only the dim light from the window, Philip’s modest erection showed quite clearly, and Bobby took the opportunity to have a good look at it.

  “Sit up on the side of your bed, Bobby. I want to stand in front of you while you do it to me.”

  Bobby complied and reached out to touch what Philip was offering. He put his hands on Philip’s hips and pulled him closer, extending his curious tongue to the boy’s throbbing appendage, while kneading his buns. After a few licks, he took him in all the way, like Philip had done to him. This was like a dream come true, for he had wanted this kind of intimacy with the handsome Bostonian even more than he had admitted to himself.

  Philip put his hands on Bobby’s shoulders and literally shook from the tension in his loins as Bobby sucked on him while he rocked his body back and forth.

  “Ahhh God, Bobby, I’m coming already. Holy shit!” Bobby tried to suck and swallow at the same time but found the unfamiliar activity awkward. Still, he had to admit that the taste of Philip’s semen was unexpectedly pleasing to his palate and he continued his oral assault until the boy begged him to stop.

  “Oh, wow – I can’t believe how good that felt,” Philip said when he caught his breath. “Can we do that again?”

  “Well, not tonight – I have a class at 8 in the morning and need some sleep. But soon – yes.”

  “I didn’t mean again tonight, you dufus. You pretty well emptied me out, I think.”

  The boys put their sleeping gear back on and went back to bed. Nothing more was mentioned until a night or two later, when it happened again. Over time the pair developed a silent signal to let the other know when he was in the mood, which was quite often, for the rest of the school year until they graduated in May. The “silent signal” was making a point of going to bed completely nude. It wasn’t long before the other crawled in beside him.

  All of their activity was under the pretense of “sexual experimentation” and never advanced beyond oral sex, and occasionally mutual jacking off, but over time Philip had developed a strong emotional bond with Bobby that he didn’t know how to express. He wondered if an ongoing relationship was possible, but he never came out and said so in so many words. So the two had gone their separate ways after graduation, never really knowing how the other felt about what they had been doing – Bobby remaining in Nashville and Philip going home to Boston.

  Back home once again in a house and a city that were too big and too impersonal for his needs, Philip was struggling to find his niche. Jobs were scarce, and all he had to show for his four years of college was an all but useless degree in sociology. He had, however, matured physically during those years and was attracting a fair share of attention whenever he went out to the bars. The trouble was that he had been making some terrible choices about who to leave with. He was looking for a “Bobby” but hadn’t yet found anyone even close to his old roommate. Bobby was a keeper, but he had not realized it quite so much back then as he did now. He missed him terribly.

  As Bobby and Grant were sleeping contentedly together in Nashville that night, Philip was once again going home alone and taking a long, hot shower to wash off any traces of what had just transpired in the back of that car, whose owner Philip was sure he would never see again. His only hope was that the job he had just applied for in Nashville might take him back to Music City – and Bobby’s bed.

  Meanwhile, back in Nashville, Bobby and Grant slept entwined in each other’s arms and legs all night long. As Bobby roused to consciousness the next morning, spooned in Grant’s arms and body, he felt his new lover making good on his promise. He was already awake and planting soft, gentle kisses and licks on Bobby’s neck and back. It was the best way to wake up that he could imagine, and goose bumps broke out all over his body as he remembered where he was and who he was with. He wanted to wake up this way every morning for the rest of his life.

  “Mornin’ my love,” Grant purred between kisses. Now that he knew Bobby was awake, he slowly turned him on his back. “Looks like you’re still happy to be here,” he said, as his hand slid down the young man’s smooth bare torso past his pubes to the hardness of his morning wood. He looked at it and the
n grasped it lovingly.

  “Mornin’ to you, too, my man. Are you taking liberties with me so early in the morning?”

  “I can’t think of anything else I’d rather do to start my day – our day. Any objections?”

  “Just one. You’re going to have to let me up to pee if you don’t want wet sheets.”

  “Okay, but it’s no problem. I’m expecting the cleaning boy to come today and change them.”

  “I can assure you that the cleaning boy will come today – probably more than once if you keep this up!”

  “I just may keep it up all day long.”

  “Well, you’re going to have to part with it for about four minutes – I’ll be right back!”

  Naked in Grant’s apartment for over 12 hours now, Bobby sprinted for the bathroom and emptied his very full bladder. He hadn’t been out of Grant’s arms all night long. Afterward, he washed his hands and his face. Looking in the mirror, he saw a glow in his face that hadn’t been there since Wednesday, and he smiled at his reflection.

  “Don’t you need to go, too?” Bobby said, as his persistent erection led him back to Grant’s bed – dare he think of it as “their” bed, now?

  “Might be a good idea,” Grant said, pulling himself up on his crutches. “Don’t lose that hard-on – I have designs on it.”

  “Don’t worry – it’s all yours for the whole weekend.”

  Hunger and the need for morning coffee are powerful incentives to get out of bed, but the pair’s need for some overdue intimacy with each other won out. Grant just stood and stared at Bobby’s body when he returned from the bathroom.

  “Whatcha lookin’ at?” Bobby teased.

  “I’m lookin’ at you, young man. I want to imprint the image of your bare hard body in my mind in case I never see it again. Like you said last night, you can run faster than I can with this cast on.”

  “Don’t worry – I’m not going anywhere, without you that is. Come here and lie on top of me.”