Grant set aside his crutches and eagerly complied, gently lowering his body on top of his new lover until they were cock to cock, nipples to nipples, and face to face. Grant kissed every part of Bobby’s face, lingering on his lips and tongue.
“You feel so good underneath me like this, Bobby. I hope this isn’t just a dream.”
“If it’s a dream, it’s the best one I’ve ever had,” Bobby whispered back, pulling Grant’s head into a soulful, prolonged kiss. “Are you really sure about all this? What if Marcus shows up at your door again and begs to get you back? You are pretty special, you know. He should know that, too, after five years.”
“I don’t think Marcus knows anything except how to manipulate and exploit people. I wouldn’t take him back for a million bucks, even if you didn’t stick around. I’d be better off alone than with him again. They say love is blind, and I sure believe it now after allowing myself to be duped by that jerk for so long,” Grant mused out loud.
“But I feel like I’m going into my love for you with my eyes wide open. I can see what a good man you are just by looking in your eyes. You are one very special guy, Bobby Rushton.”
Grant raised himself off Bobby’s body on his knees and started kissing every part of him that he could reach from that position. He slipped his left arm under the small of Bobby’s back, spread Bobby’s legs apart, and gently nibbled on his balls as Bobby squirmed with delight. With his right hand he caressed his ass cheeks. As he wiggled his index finger around Bobby’s hole, he took his engorged love rod deep inside his mouth and sucked hungrily. This time he went straight for the gold, and Bobby quickly rewarded him with another mouthful.
“Oh, God,” Bobby panted, “if you keep that up I’ll be turned inside out. That was amazing. I’m not even going to ask how you learned to do that so well.”
“As they say, I read a lot,” Grant smiled. “Why don’t we take a little break and get some real food inside us – and a whole lot of coffee.”
“You may have to carry me in there – I don’t think I can walk yet,” Bobby replied, with a smile of his own.
“Well, I’d love to carry you, but I can’t do it with crutches. Come on, my sexy lad – let’s both stay bare-assed, OK?”
“Sure. It cuts down on the laundry, of which there’s plenty to do today, by the way. For a guy who doesn’t wear very much, you sure have a full hamper. Would Doris freak if I went to the laundry room like this?”
“Probably. I’ll let you get dressed to go down there as long as you take it off whenever you’re up here. I always dreamed of having a naked houseboy to clean for me.”
“Is that all I mean to you, Grant?” Bobby teased, knowing otherwise.
“How about getting that pretty butt of yours in the kitchen and making me some breakfast? I’ve already had my morning sausage, but I could wolf down some pancakes – if you know how to make them. I’ve never had much luck with that myself.”
“Coming up, sir! Just don’t spill any coffee in your lap. I have plans for it later.”
“I’m counting on that.”
CHAPTER 11
After a hearty breakfast, Grant retreated to his couch without bothering to dress. He couldn’t stop beaming as he watched Bobby cleaning his apartment in the buff and smiling back at him frequently. Bobby got dressed only to go to the laundry room downstairs. One time he forgot and opened the apartment door before he realized that he had nothing on. Fortunately, Doris didn’t catch him. Grant laughed his ass off at Bobby’s mental lapse and consequent embarrassment.
Bobby finished his cleaning chores much faster this time than the first time a week ago. Grant had done a much better job at keeping up with things this week. After he’d folded all the laundry and put clean sheets on the bed, he sank down in front of Grant on his knees.
“Yes? What can I do for you, young man?” Grant teased.
“It’s more what I can do for you, big boy. I told you I had plans for that lap of yours. If you’re not too busy, that is.”
Grant responded by picking up his remote control and turning off the TV.
“I think I could squeeze you in now. Do you have an appointment?”
“Yeah, a standing one, I hope,” Bobby replied with a grin.
“I think my dick will be standing pretty soon if you stay this close to me.”
“That’s part of my plan,” Bobby said, spreading Grant’s knees apart and getting his new lover to sit right on the edge of the couch where he could get at his equipment more easily.
Grant nearly jumped when Bobby touched his ball sac and started fingering his sperm makers. His cock quickly hardened, and Bobby played with his foreskin for a while until his cock head was completely revealed and looking more than enticing. Bobby continued working Grant’s foreskin back and forth, causing the man to shudder from the intense pleasure.
“Don’t go away. I’ll be right back.”
“Where would I go like this?
“I shudder to think.”
Bobby got up long enough to get a pan of warm water, a little soap, and a washcloth. After gently cleaning Grant’s rigid manhood from last night’s activity in his back door, Bobby was ready to make his next move – something he hadn’t done since he and Philip graduated a few weeks ago.
Leaking precum now, Grant leaned back on the couch with his hands behind his head and his newly cleaned crotch fully on display and begging for attention.
“Fasten your seat belt – I intend to drive you a little crazy,” Bobby warned.
“You already have, young man, but don’t stop now.”
“No chance of that – I’ve only just begun.”
Bobby started licking the stiff pole from bottom to top, swirling his tongue around the top to collect the slippery juices now flowing copiously from it. He kept this up for a long time – it was something he’d only dreamed of doing to Grant when they worked at the bank together, and now it was his for the taking. He gave little baby licks to Grant’s pee slit, opening it with the tip of his tongue, until the man was moaning out loud.
“This is heaven, but I’m not going to last long. Take it all – please!!”
Bobby didn’t need any further encouragement, as he took the beautiful cock as far into his mouth and throat as he possibly could. It was so much bigger and tastier than Philip’s meager excuse for a cock that he almost laughed out loud. Philip had been so self-conscious about his undersized appendage that almost no one besides Bobby had ever seen it. Bobby had not realized just how little Philip had until he saw it and took it in his mouth, but it worked just fine and he had enjoyed both sucking and being sucked by his handsome patrician roommate for most of the past school year on a regular basis.
But now he had a full-size cock in his mouth for the first time, and he was loving every considerable inch of it. As he felt Grant getting to the point of no return, he tugged lightly on his scrotum hairs, driving the man into the stratosphere with pleasure and excitement. He was rewarded with the expected prize only seconds later as Grant spewed forth more than Bobby had ever taken before. He swallowed as much of it as he could, but he couldn’t quite manage it all.
“That was amazing, Bobby – my first blow job from you. I hope it’s the first of many.”
“So many you’ll soon lose count, my man.”
“‘My man’ – that sounds so wonderful to my ears,” Grant said running his hand through Bobby’s hair and looking into his eyes. Bobby was still on his knees in front of him, and Grant was sitting on the couch with his legs still spread. Leaning over, he took Bobby’s head between his hands and they kissed again, savoring the loving feelings that their new relationship had produced in him.
Grant thought he finally might never spend another night alone, and Bobby had finally found the love he had been hoping for. And all because of a broken ankle.
After Bobby had completed his cleaning and laundry chores, Grant allowed his “houseboy” to get dressed long enough to go back to his apartment and pack up his meager
possessions. Even if things didn’t work out with Grant – a scenario Bobby didn’t even want to think about – the young man was sure he’d never want to go back to living with Rodney again. A bench in the park almost held more appeal than that.
It didn’t take too long for Bobby to empty the apartment of his few belongings and put them in his car. What took longer was breaking the news to Rodney that he would now be on his own for the rent. His roommate, as he suspected, didn’t take kindly to the news. In fact, it was a rather tense confrontation, since Bobby had moved in only a few weeks earlier. Bobby didn’t even know yet what he would be expected to contribute to the rent on Grant’s apartment, but he smoothed the waters somewhat with Rodney by offering to pay half the rent on his old place for 60 days, or until Rodney found someone else, whichever occurred first. Bobby surmised – correctly as it turned out – that Grant wouldn’t expect him to pay anything until after his cast came off and he could do his share of the work around the place.
After Bobby moved his belongings into Grant’s apartment, the two of them made out a grocery and supply list so that Bobby could stock up the next day for the week ahead. By the time he was through cleaning, moving, and shopping, he was dead tired, so the boys ordered a pizza to be delivered and snuggled on the couch watching a movie on TV until it was bedtime.
Too tired to even attempt any further “activity,” Bobby kissed Grant goodnight and spooned himself into the man’s strong arms and fell promptly asleep. Grant listened to his new lover purr softly while he kissed the back of his neck and palmed his silky smooth bare buns. Feeling beyond richly blessed by the presence of this sweet, sexy young man in his life, he drifted off to sleep himself.
Sunday was set aside for some relaxation. Bobby insisted that Grant get off his butt and get out of the building for a while. He still hadn’t exactly mastered the steps, but he gamely tried – and succeeded – to get himself down them and out into the open air for the first time in a week. They walked around the block once, and then Grant was grateful to get in Bobby’s car and be driven around for a few hours. Once again, they went to the park and a movie and ran a few necessary errands. They were just glad to be spending the day together, doing ordinary things and basking in each other’s company.
Inevitably, Monday morning rolled around all too soon, and the lovers parted so that Bobby could go back to work at the bank. Before noon, he saw a very cute guy walk into his cubicle with a dozen red roses in a crystal vase, which of course attracted a lot of attention from Bobby’s curious co-workers.
The delivery guy, apparently not accustomed to delivering roses to men, asked, “Are you Bobby Rushton?”
Blushing, Bobby said, “That’s me.” The delivery guy gave him a sly wink as he set the flowers on Bobby’s desk. He normally didn’t say anything when he made his deliveries, but he was enchanted with Bobby’s blond hair, gray eyes, and surprised expression.
Speaking low so that only Bobby could hear, he said to him with a knowing grin, “I don’t know what you did to deserve these, but I sure wish someone would do it to me.”
Blushing bright red, Bobby smiled and thanked him. He opened the card and read the message that Grant had phoned into the florist.
“To my Bobby – the best little ‘houseboy’ a ‘crip’ could have. You made my weekend the happiest one in a long time. I’m looking forward to spending all the rest of the weekends of my life with you – and weeknights, too. All my love, Grant.”
Bobby nearly cried at the sentiment, but he knew he was being watched, especially by Betty Jo, the receptionist, who made it her business to know all she could about everyone else’s. He tucked the card into his shirt pocket and inhaled the scent of the roses deeply before reluctantly going back to the pile of work on his desk.
Grant’s apartment was closer to the bank than Bobby’s old place had been, so it was possible to go home and have lunch with Grant every day. Grant was elated at having some company in mid day. If they hurried, they found that they could squeeze in more than just lunch during the hour, and more than once Bobby returned to work with a healthy glow on his cheeks – raising a certain amount of speculation among the staff at the bank as to what he’d been up to for the past hour.
Between that and the rose delivery, it was not lost on anyone there that the young trainee was in love. But they would never have imagined who it was with. Not in a million years. And that’s the way it’s gonna stay, he mused.
When Friday rolled around, Philip called Bobby at the bank. As he had indicated in his phone message the previous Friday, he had come back to Nashville for a job interview, eagerly expecting to have some one-on-one “oral” time with his former roommate. Frankly, Bobby – so absorbed in his new love affair with Grant – had forgotten that he was even coming. So he was startled to hear Philip’s voice on the phone.
“Hey, tiger, I’m here! How are ya doin’?”
“Philip! Oh, you’re here for your job interview, aren’t you? When is it?”
“It’s at 2 this afternoon. Why do you sound surprised to hear from me? I’ll be here till Sunday. I know you’ve been savin’ it up for me, little buddy, so when and where do you want to meet?”
“Umm, Phil ol’ buddy, I could meet you for lunch or coffee somewhere, but I’m afraid that’s about it. I’m going to be rather busy this weekend.”
“What do you mean, Bobby boy? You’re not blowin’ me off, are you? I’m sure you’ve missed our good times together. I sure have.”
The pause that followed was awkward.
“I’ve met someone, Philip. A guy named Grant. He used to work here at the bank with me, but then got laid off. I started seeing him a couple of weeks ago, and I’ve, uh, already sort of moved in with him. He’d broken his ankle and called on me for some help, and – well, one thing just led to another. I think I’m in love, Philip.”
Dead silence once again ensued.
“Philip? You still there?”
“Uh, yeah, buddy. Good for you. I’m happy for you. It’s just that I thought you and I…well, had somethin’ goin’.”
“Not really, Philip. We were just helping each other out a little, weren’t we? You never said anything about keeping it going after we graduated.”
“Hey, man, it’s cool. Like I said, I’m happy for you, if that’s what you want. It’s just that no one else ever… Listen, I’d better get goin’. Have a nice life, you hear? I hope this Grant guy treats you okay. I’ll miss you.”
“Thanks, Philip. Let me know what happens with your job search.”
“Yeah, thanks. I guess maybe it won’t be in Nashville now, but I’ll let you know. Bye.”
“Bye.”
Bobby sighed, recognizing the obvious disappointment in Philip’s voice. That had been a little tough. He did still have feelings for the guy, but he knew that whatever he’d had with Philip was child’s play compared with what he had now with Grant. He tried to put it out of his mind and get his work done so he could enjoy the upcoming weekend in his new “home.”
“Oh, wow…” Philip thought as he hung up from talking to Bobby. He was blown away by being denied his eagerly anticipated weekend with him. He’d never expected that his former roommate would have found a lover so soon after graduation. He was forced for the first time to confront the depth of his feelings for Bobby. The realization that they would probably never resume their sexual relationship – casual as it had been – was a real disappointment, not to mention a blow to his fragile ego.
That afternoon he was certain that Bobby’s news had all but squashed any hope he might have had about getting the job he was there to interview for. He pretty much slept-walked through it and knew it before it was even over.
All this was heavy on Philip’s mind as he wandered about the Browland Student Center in a fog. He had most of a weekend to kill and wasn’t sure what to do after Bobby “dismissed” him on the phone a few hours earlier. After a bite to eat, alone, in one of the student eateries, he was wandering down the hall o
f the Student Center toward the exit when a sign caught his eye.
“Free lecture/slide show tonight at 7:30. Jarrett Auditorium. ‘Exploring Europe from Behind the Lens’ with travel writer/photographer Marcus Hyland.”
Philip had heard of him and seen some of his photo books in bookstores, so he thought, Why not? He had nothing better to do. Maybe it would be a way to kill some time and numb his pain.
It would do more than that.
CHAPTER 12
Having happily shared Grant’s apartment for a week now, and all that it entailed – Bobby felt some apprehensions starting to surface. Grant felt them, too. The boys started realizing that – despite their intense level of new physical and emotional intimacy – they didn’t really know all that much about each other. The physical intimacy was still red hot – and showed no signs of abating – but they realized at about the same time that they really needed to talk more and make love less during their second weekend together in what had so far been blissful co-habitation.
When Bobby got home from work on Friday, Grant was waiting for him with a nice meal of ribs, baked potatoes, and broccoli. They had planned to have a long talk that evening, but their libidos – and Bobby’s work fatigue – got the better of them and they spent much of the evening bathing, making love, and falling asleep in each other’s arms – activities which they never seemed to tire of. Talk would have to wait another day.
Bobby made quick work of the cleaning and laundry on Saturday, and he and Grant finally sat down on the couch together for a long “get acquainted” talk about their lives. Some of the information they shared had already come up two weekends ago, but much of it was going to be said for the first time. Grant asked Bobby to start.
“Well, as you know, I’m a Hoosier boy, Grant. I was born in Tell City, Indiana, a small town on the Ohio River east of Evansville. My dad had a one-man electrical contracting business, and my mom was a school teacher. We had a lot of shirt-tail relatives all over southern Indiana and northern Kentucky. But when I was10 our house burned down, and Mom and Dad decided to start over in Evansville. They thought there would be better opportunities for us there – in a lot of ways. They were right, but it seemed overwhelming at first after living in tiny Tell City.
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