Someone to Bank on

by Carson Wescot

  “I don’t think you guys have seen the last of me,” Philip said with a grin.

  The boys hugged tightly one last time – then Philip got in his car, waved, and drove off to the airport.

  CHAPTER 14

  Bobby didn’t say much on the drive back home. He’d been deeply affected by the unexpected display of affection from Philip – someone that he’d regarded up till then as more like a casual college friend, with benefits of course. Although he no longer craved sex with Philip like he had up until graduation, he felt a bond with the guy that had never really existed before, to that extent. Philip would be no threat to his relationship with Grant, but Bobby was glad to have Philip back in his life on a platonic level and now wanted to maintain the tie with him.

  “Are you okay?” Grant inquired after an unusual period of silence.

  “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just that I’m starting to realize how important Philip’s friendship is to me.”

  “Any regrets?”

  “Only that I had kind of ‘dismissed’ him in my mind when we graduated and went our separate ways. I should’ve put more effort into being sure we stayed connected. I’m really glad he came to town this weekend.”

  “Well, it was nice to meet him. He’s a great guy. I’m just sorry that he had to cross paths with Marcus.”

  “Yeah, that was unfortunate in one regard, but if he hadn’t met up with Marcus, I might not have seen him this weekend. I kind of brushed him off when he called me at work Friday because I was so looking forward to spending a quiet weekend with you. Now I’m glad that he was part of it. Was it okay with you?”

  “Bobby, I don’t for one second begrudge the time we spent with Philip. Friends are important. We still have a few hours alone together before you have to go back to work tomorrow.”

  “Ugh – work. Don’t remind me.”

  “How would you like to spend the rest of our day?”

  “Well, I don’t think you’ve drained my tank completely. I kind of was hoping for a little more nooky tonight, if you’re up for it.”

  “You’re insatiable – I like that in a guy! Of course, I’m ‘up’ for it – or will be with a little provocation.”

  “You asked for it – stand by to be provoked. You sure know how to draw it out of me orally, but I think I’d like to try giving it to you another way tonight.”

  “Oh, and that would be…”

  “Use your imagination, sweetie.”

  “Next time” would have to wait a bit while the boys took a detour and loaded up on another week’s supply of groceries and beer. Grant even went inside the store this time, making good on his resolution – prodded by his new boyfriend – to spend less time on his ass and more on his feet during his recovery. Bobby was happy to have him along – despite Grant’s penchant for slipping things into their cart that were low to non-existent on any scale of good nutrition. Bobby steered them into the fresh fruit and vegetable area when he saw what was going on.

  They cooked up a hearty meal of spaghetti and salad together and enjoyed a glass or two of red wine with it. Grant even helped wash the dishes afterward. Bobby could see that he was trying harder to pull his own weight, despite his cast and crutches, but Bobby had a growing inkling that he was going to be playing the “adult” role in this relationship in many ways, despite being 10 years younger.

  After another soak in the tub together, Bobby found a couple of candles and lit them in their bedroom and turned on some quiet romantic music. Grant lay face down on the bed while Bobby gave him a soothing back massage that had him purring contentedly in minutes.

  “Grant?”

  “Hmmm?”

  “You ready for me now?”

  “I’ll always be ready for you, love. What did you have in mind?”

  “Oh, I think you know. Here, why don’t we just slip this pillow under your middle so I can get better access to your back door?”

  When the pillow was in place, Grant’s perfectly formed posterior was on full display. The candlelight and shadows in the room showed every contour of his bare back and ass to shimmering perfection. Bobby had never worshiped at this part of a man’s anatomy before, but he could hardly contain his excitement at having unfettered access to this one. It was absolutely a work of art! Well rounded, dimpled, hairless, and inviting, Grant’s ass all but screamed “Take me!”

  Bobby thought back to those days in the bank when he was working across from Grant and would watch this very same ass – clothed in a pair of dress pants – coming and going from the man’s office several times a day. He never would have believed back then that he was ever even going to see it, much less play with it to his heart’s content. Life sometimes doles out little miracles, and this was certainly one of the best to come along in Bobby’s relatively short time on Earth.

  Bobby lightly touched Grant’s twin globes, propped high up on the pillow, trailing his fingers down the back of his lover’s silky smooth thighs and back up the side of his hips to his waist, where he started the cycle over again – repeating it at least a dozen times. Grant’s cock was semi-hard but pointing down, and Bobby took advantage of the opportunity to include the back of Grant’s cock and balls in the below-the-waist light massage. Every time he glided over them, Bobby noticed that the inviting cock was longer and harder than the time before, and goose bumps were popping out on the man’s ass.

  Separating Grant’s cheeks, he explored the man’s sexy nether region thoroughly with his eyes and hands. He ran a finger from his anus to his balls, exploring the “taint” carefully. Before long, he realized that he’d now seen and touched every part of his new partner’s 32-year-old body – at least the external part of it. Now it was time to take things a step farther.

  Gently, he inserted his right index finger past the not overly resistant opening of Grant’s anus. Grant moaned as he felt Bobby’s finger inside him for the first time and ached for the feel of the young man’s cock. Bobby was working up to it, and his cock stood out firm and throbbing as he allowed first one finger, then two, to invade Grant’s wet, warm canal, working them in and out as far as he could reach while he gently nipped on the man’s buns with his lips and teeth. Grant squirmed with pleasure as he felt his sensitive prostate being stroked repeatedly.

  Grant was growing impatient for the main event, but Bobby took his time. He’d never explored this part of any man before, and he was going to take his sweet time. Grant felt his sphincter turning to jelly under Bobby’s careful probing of his most private bodily region.

  Super receptive now and feeling deliciously vulnerable, the older man couldn’t wait any longer to be invaded for real. Reaching over to open the drawer of his nightstand, he quickly pulled out a tube of K-Y and a package of condoms.

  “Here’s everything you need, sweetie,” he said with a raspy voice. “Do you want some help putting it on?”

  “Sure,” he said getting up off the bed and standing next to it with his turgid young cock fully at attention.

  Grant squeezed it gently and then rolled the condom down its 7-inch length. Bobby almost came just from the feel of a condom on him for the first time, but he managed to hold off. Grant applied some K-Y to it and said, “Go for it, kiddo – but give it to me gently. It’s been a while.”

  “Dressed” and lubed, Bobby’s excited cock found its way to the intended target, where he pushed firmly but carefully until the head of it was just past Grant’s sphincter.

  “Hold it there a second. Just feed it in a little at a time.”

  Bobby complied. He loved the feel of his dick in this part of his lover. He’d never fucked anyone before, but he certainly got the hang of it quickly, pulling and pushing his cock back and forth until it was finally in as far as it would go, and his pubic hair was tickling Grant’s ass. He loved it when Grant had done it to him, but this was an even more pleasurable experience.

  He put his hands on Grant’s shoulders and rocked back and forth inside the man. Both of them were groaning with pleasure and
excitement. After a short time, they both felt themselves edging rapidly toward the point of no return. Bobby stopped momentarily to delay it a bit, but he was too far gone to hold it off any longer. He felt the impending but urgent ejaculation rising from deep within him – then quickly filled the condom to capacity with his young, hot semen, while Grant ejaculated onto the sheets.

  “Ahhh, man, that was fantastic!” he said. “I don’t think I remember it ever being better than this. I don’t usually come this way, but you did it like no one else ever has,” naming no names. Marcus had been back there plenty of times, but he had never taken the time to lovingly prepare him like Bobby just had. This time, Grant felt that he’d really been made love to, instead of merely used.

  Bobby was spent but deeply satisfied. Pulling himself out of his lover’s behind, he sat back on his feet and marveled at the volume of love juice that filled the condom. He rolled it off, still feeling the intense sensations, and lay down on Grant’s body with his still-hard dick snuggled between his lover’s cheeks.

  “That was absolutely amazing. I don’t think I could truthfully call in sick tomorrow morning, but I sure could call in ‘satisfied’ and stay in bed all day.”

  “Go ahead – Betty Jo would love to hear that on the phone.”

  “I’m sure she would. With the delivery of the roses and all, I’m sure she knows something is going on with me. She’s been lookin’ at me kinda funny all week.”

  “I’d love it if you stayed in bed all day Monday with me.”

  “I would, too, but I wouldn’t make any money that way. And not to change the subject, but would you look at what you just did to the clean sheets I put on this bed yesterday!”

  “I can’t help it. You made me do it. Next time we’ll put a towel down before we get too carried away.”

  “Oh, you think there’ll be a next time? How can you be so sure?”

  “There’d better be, if you’re going to live here. That was out of this world, and I want more, more, more and soon, soon, soon! Think you can work on that?”

  “I’ll take it under advisement, big boy. That ass of yours is the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced.”

  “Even better than the blow jobs I’ve been giving you?”

  “Umm, I can’t decide. All I know is that I think wet dreams and jacking off are going to be things of the past for me now. Neither one holds a candle to what you and your body do for me.”

  “Just wait till I get this cast off, baby boy, and I’ll show you a few new tricks.”

  “If they’re anything like what you’ve done for me so far, I think I’m gonna like living here a whole lot.”

  “Like I told you, I’m banking on that, Bobby.”

  Bobby and Grant were made for each other – it was clear to both of them that their decision to merge their possessions and their lives under one roof was a good one. Their values and interests were in sync, and they enjoyed their first month together with no major disagreements.

  The only thing that rankled Bobby a bit was that Grant didn’t seem to have a fire in his belly about getting another job. He’d sent out some resumes and applied to a few openings in Nashville – the city that he’d come to love – but it took prodding on Bobby’s part to get him to make follow-up calls. He realized that Grant didn’t want to “pound the pavement” on crutches, but there was always the phone and the Internet.

  For his part, Grant was in a bit of a career funk. He’d chosen banking and finance as his field of study in college and had worked in it for 10 years without finding much satisfaction in it. Being laid off was a kick in the gut that sent him reeling – and not too eager to get back into the fray. He’d been good at saving money in his early career – and his parents never seemed to mind being asked for help when he needed it. That along with the unemployment he was drawing was enough to make ends meet while he was recuperating, and Bobby had indicated his willingness to pay his share of the rent and living expenses once he was out from under his promise to pay a share of Rodney’s rent for a couple of months because he had pulled out from that situation unexpectedly.

  Bobby took a few hours off one day in the middle of August to drive Grant to the doctor. He emerged from the office on two cast-less feet and left the crutches behind for good. They went out to dinner that night to celebrate Grant’s newly regained freedom from them. Starting the next day Grant got into a routine of walking in order to regain his strength, and Bobby joined him in that activity on weekends.

  Life was good for them – more than good. It was time for Bobby to introduce Grant to his family – and for them to learn about his new life.

  They made plans to drive up to Evansville for Labor Day weekend to allow Bobby to celebrate his 23rd birthday with his family. Bobby’s family knew a little about Grant but believed him to be merely their son’s friend and new roommate.

  Leaving Nashville after the bank closed on Friday, the pair enjoyed a leisurely drive through northern Tennessee and western Kentucky, despite the heavy holiday weekend traffic. They took Grant’s car, but they shared the driving. This was their first-ever road trip together, and they happily passed the time listening to CD’s and singing along.

  As they neared the bridge over the Ohio River into Evansville just before 9 that evening, Bobby got a tight feeling in his stomach. Facing his family for the first time with a male “friend” in tow, he debated about how and when to tell them that Grant was a great deal more than just a friend to him. Sensing Bobby’s anxiety, Grant put his hand firmly on his lover’s thigh and squeezed it reassuringly as they crossed over the bridge into southern Indiana.

  As he often did whenever he crossed this bridge from Henderson, Kentucky, Bobby hummed the tune to “Back Home Again in Indiana” and felt a twinge of nostalgia for his home state.

  Bobby got a lot of hugs, and Grant a lot of handshakes, as the boys were enthusiastically welcomed to the two-story family home on the east side of the city, where the Rushtons had lived for the past 12 years. Bobby hugged Max the longest because he hadn’t seen him since last Christmas. The rest of his family had come to Nashville for his graduation from Browland three months ago. It was obvious to Grant that Bobby came from a very close-knit and loving family, and he hoped his presence would not be a damper on any of that.

  Bobby’s mom had saved them some dinner, and they happily dived into the leftovers, despite having eaten a snack on the road. Everyone sat around the dining room table and chatted non-stop while the road-weary pair enjoyed some good home cooking.

  Kenny still lived at home while attending Ivy Tech Vocational School, and of course Max would likely live there indefinitely so that the rest of his family could help him do what he could not easily do for himself. Kenny and their dad helped him with bathing, while their mom saw to it that his other needs were well met. As much as he would have enjoyed some independence, Max loved and appreciated his family and was happy to be living there with them, despite being 25.

  “Guess what, Bobby,” Max said as the boys were enjoying some homemade brownies and ice cream, after gorging themselves on mom’s excellent leftovers. “I’m going to college now.”

  Bobby’s mouth dropped open. He knew Max had completed his GED to get a high school diploma, but he didn’t know the latest.

  “What? Where?” Bobby inquired, clearly surprised.

  “Right here at home. I’m taking online courses in writing from UE. I started in June, and I love it so far. When I get done, hopefully I can make some money at it without leaving home.”

  “That’s great, Max,” Bobby said. He knew how bored and restless Max had often been before. This would be good for his self-esteem. He’d always been an amateur writer, but he had never found a way to make any money at it.

  Grant looked around the room and could see the pride on everyone’s faces. He felt a pang of jealousy that he didn’t have brothers like Max and Kenny – and that their parents obviously had built their lives around making the best possible home for their sons.
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  Finally, it was well past 10 and everyone seemed to be fading.

  “Grant,” Bobby’s mother said, “we don’t have a spare bedroom for you, but you could sleep in Bobby’s old bedroom with him if you and Bobby don’t mind. Kenny took it over when Bobby went to college, but he’s going to bunk with Max this weekend.

  “That will be just fine, Mrs. Rushton,” Grant said, with a fleeting but knowing look at Bobby. “We are roommates after all.” The fleeting look had not been lost on Max, nor on Kenny for that matter. Their parents hadn’t seemed to have caught it, however.

  “Call me Barbara, Grant. And I’m sure Mr. Rushton won’t mind if you call him Al, would you, dear?”

  “Not at all, Grant. Make yourself at home here. We’re glad to meet any friend of Bobby’s. But you’ll have to excuse us old folks now – it’s way past our bedtime. You boys can stay up and talk if you want to, but hold it down. See you in the morning. Don’t forget to lock up and turn the lights off.”

  “Good nights” were expressed all around, and Bobby hugged his parents again as they went upstairs to bed. The four boys adjourned to the screened front porch, where they enjoyed a few more minutes of conversation in the pleasant late summer evening. Soon they, too, faded, and Kenny helped Max into bed in their bedroom on the main level while Bobby and Grant retired to Bobby’s old bedroom.

  The boys took turns in the shared bathroom between the two bedrooms. They were all too tired to do more than brush their teeth and wash their faces. Showers would have to wait until morning.

  Bobby and Grant snuggled into bed and held each other, feeling happy and safe. They hoped the rest of the weekend with Bobby’s family would go as well as the first evening had gone, but they were a bit wary.

  CHAPTER 15

  When Grant woke up the next morning, he reached over to hug Bobby, but all he found was his pillow and crumpled up sheets. Bobby was who knows where. Grant then became aware of the sound of water on the other side of the wall and figured out that Bobby must be taking a shower already. So he got up and stumbled naked into the bathroom to relieve his bladder.