Hey, can I sit here? Thanks. I’m David by the way, and you are…
Nice to meet you. So, what do you think? Sarah’s parties are the best with people from all over campus. Is this your first time?
Well, kick back and enjoy yourself. I imagine the music majors will begin playing soon. They rocked it last time. Oh, look over there, the newly engaged. Do you know Andy and Jennifer? No? Well, they’ve been dating for over a year now and Andy asked her to marry him last week.
Yeah, while still in college. Who does that? But what’s really sad is…well…don’t tell anyone but look over in the far corner. Yeah, the blonde staring at the happy couple. She’s Andy’s x, and well, it’s rather common knowledge they still get together for a romp in the sack.
Yep, Andy is fucking…oh, what is her name? Sharon? No, it’s Shelley, that’s it; Shelley. Andy is fucking Shelley while dating Jennifer. Shit, and they say we shouldn’t be able to get married or we’ll hurt the institution. Fuck, can you believe it?
Oh, I didn’t mean you were gay, but you see, I am. You don’t have a problem with that do you?
Good, for Sarah will boot your ass if you did (laughing), but relax, I’m not going to mess with you. You’re not my type.
My type? Well, we all have our type, do we not? I mean, describe your ideal woman.
Really, I’m really surprised to hear you say that, but what’s my type? Well, look coming in from the back yard. Yep, that guy in the blue shirt. He’s what? Five ten or so, a little on the lean side, and look at that jet-black hair.
Yep, that is my type. And you want in on something. That is Bobby. He’s an Interior Design major and he has a secret. Oh, I know we all have secrets, but you want to know Bobby’s? Well, he’s gay too, but he hasn’t come out. Well, he’s out to a couple of us, but overall, most don’t know, not yet anyway.
How do I know? Now that is the story, isn’t it?
David strolled to class on the first day of Spring Semester. He had conquered fall semester and beginning spring made him feel good about himself. He had hated high school, all the cliques, the controlling atmosphere, and the couple of teachers who seemed to have it out for the students more than trying to educate them. College was different. First the freedom of it, which in turn relied on you being responsible, all making you feel like an adult, and not some little kid that needed to be hand held.
It was liberating for David and seeing a future in his education where he could focus on classes he wanted to take made it so much more enjoyable. It was liberating in other ways too, for now he didn’t hold back being who he was, which was a gay man. In high school he had let his close friends know, but because bullying still went on he kept it from his other classmates.
His first class was English, in Baddox Hall, one of the oldest buildings on campus. Then he had an hour break which he used to grab breakfast. It was perfect, with the first class making him get up then the time to eat before he had his next three classes back to back. Luckily two were in Teynton Hall but the third was across campus at Clarkson. David used his bike to make the journey, weaving through the other students on the concourse then cutting around the library and student union to pull in behind Clarkson. He had an hour break afterward which he used to grab a sandwich before heading to his last class, back in Baddox.
It was World History located in the large auditorium on the lower level. The room curved around the platform the teacher stood upon, a platform that seemed superfluous since all the seating levels rose up above it, so the students looked down on the lecturing professor. The professor strolled in wearing a vest like archeologists or hunters on safari wore, khaki pants and a heavy denim shirt.
“Okay class, everyone get seated, and we’ll begin. I’m Professor Brossard and this is History 102. I trust this is where you’re supposed to be, if not, now is the time to quietly leave the room” Brossard stated, laughing in the end as one guy got up and eased out of the class.
“Okay, last term you should have made it to the late 1600’s just prior to the Industrial Revolution. I trust everyone has their books, so let’s start by turning to chapter 34.”
David sat about a third of the way up from the front, about the same position he would take in a movie theater. He tried to listen to the professor, following along in his textbook, but after a few minutes he was scanning the room. He had done it all day in each class. Gave each one a quick scan to see who was in his class. He looked for familiar faces and for cute guys. And in every class, he found one or two guys that captured his attention. He had to admit the similarities of each one. Lean lanky body frame with dark hair and more often than not, fair white skin. There was one in his fourth class, Fundamentals of Chemistry I, that had turned in time to catch him staring. Boldly, David didn’t turn away and the guy had smiled back. For the rest of the class he harbored the fantasy they would talk afterward, meeting on the way to the door or out in the corridor. But when the class ended the guy had gotten up and left the room quickly and by the time he got out into the corridor his mystery guy was long gone.
Scanning the room, he saw a couple of girls he recognized from Fall Semester. Both had been in his English class and now like then, they sat together. Sorority Sisters he wondered for there was something about them that gave off that sorority vibe. Looking across the room to his left, down in front of him then to his right he looked at each guy, sizing them up. To his right, only seven or eight seats over was a guy sitting leaned over, left arm lying along the edge of the desk top as the right hand moved a pen across a notebook. When the guy sat up to look down at the instructor writing on the board David got his first good look at who he would know later to be Bobby.
David kept cutting his eyes over to this new person and falling behind on what the professor was saying. It didn’t help that there were two women between he and this guy who now had his attention. For the rest of the class he would listen to the professor for a few minutes, glance at his watch to see how much longer it would be before the end of class then cut a quick look over at the guy. The class seemed to last two hours in lieu of only one for he was eager for the opportunity to speak to him, see what kind of vibe he got when he did so.
“…for the next class read the chapter we discussed today for there are other facts about this period you will need to know on the first exam, then proceed through the next chapter. If there are no questions you are dismissed” said the professor.
Everyone packed their books into their backpacks or stacked them to carry out. Some were heading to the door within seconds while others loitered around, some going to the front of the room to speak to the professor. David slipped his note and text books into his backpack while watching the guy do the same. The women between them slipped past the guy and moved down the row of seats to the aisle leaving the space between them open. David stood up, stretched his arms and twisted as if his back was stiff buying some time, waiting on the guy to make a move to leave.
Moving toward him David watched as he zipped up his backpack and stood up, flipping the pack over one shoulder. Moving toward the aisle, David fell in step with him following him to the aisle and down the steps. As they approached the door David sped up getting right behind him.
“Hey, can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“I must have dozed off but did the professor say we would be tested on other parts of Chapter 34?”
“Yes, he wants us to read back through it before moving on.”
“Okay, thanks” David replied falling in beside the guy as they moved down the corridor. “I’m David by the way.”
“Bobby.”
“You have any more classes today?”
“No, this is my last.”
“Mine too” David replied wondering how to continue, what means he could devise to keep Bobby in his sights. It was too late for lunch and too early for dinner. He considered asking if Bobby wanted to go hang out at the pub, the small sports bar over on Magnolia that was open early for the students who wanted to get a head start, but he had so much reading to do before Friday he knew that was a very bad idea. Maybe he just needed to abide his time.
“Hey, when we have to study for the first exam you want to get together and test each other? I do better when I study with someone.”
“Huh…yeah, sure.”
“Well, I’ll catch up with you at our next class” David replied as they exited the building and he saw the guy begin to head to the left when he needed to go right.
“Sounds good…and did you know we have Chemistry together?”
David stopped, surprised Bobby was in his Chemistry class. He had not seen him.
“No. I didn’t see you…”
“I was late, so I sat in back.”
“Well, I’ll look for you in Chemistry, and you’ll definitely be getting asked for help in that one.”
Bobby smiled, nodded his head, “Okay” he replied, “See you around.” Bobby turned and walked down the walk probably heading to the Quad, the older dorms for guys on the east side of campus. David turned, heading toward his own dorm on the opposite side of campus. He played their conversation over in his mind, trying to think of ways he should have said something differently, maybe pushed a little harder. After he had walked almost all the way it hit him, Bobby had seen him in Chemistry and remembered it. Maybe Bobby had an interest in him.
Over the next few days, they sat together in Chemistry, went to the nearby cafeteria for lunch, then hung out at the student union reading for their final class, History back in Baddox Hall. They talked about themselves, David from Pensacola, down on the Gulf Coast of Florida, his father working at the small college in town teaching English and his mother a real estate agent, who’s two incomes were needed to raise him and his three siblings, all older, now with lives of their own. Bobby was from Raleigh and an only child. He joked his parent’s lives were too busy for more than one. His father was doing some sort of medical research in nearby Durham and his mother worked with an arts charity in Raleigh.
It made sense to David, this part of being an only child of two people very busy with their careers, for Bobby was quiet, introverted in a manner that he seemed to want to break out of. And over the course of the last few days, when sitting in the student union or cafeteria he had caught Bobby looking at him. Looks he recognized, the stare of someone trying to get a read on someone else. One mixed with what appeared to be a longing, or so he wished, and in the end, he knew he was probably projecting on Bobby what he was hoping was real.
“Hey, the Chemistry exam is Monday. Do you want to start studying on Friday night?” asked David.
“Huh…yeah…sure” Bobby stammered. He always stammered when replying to a question that required some sort of commitment on his part.
“My roommate is going home for the weekend, so we can study at my dorm room.” David jotted down his room number, “you remember it is in Coburn Hall?”
“Yes, one of the dorms on the far side campus.”
Yeah, I had it all set up for that Friday night. Slick, huh? What?
No, no, no, nothing like that (laughing), and I have to tell you, it did not go as planned.
Oh, you know. The fantasy we create in our head runs headfirst into reality.
Look, over there, that is Xavier. Damn, who names their kid that? Xavier. Jesus.
You had a cousin with that name? Really? Some old family name, okay. But watch, Xavier follows Bobby around the room and there they go, Bobby back to the kitchen with Xavier following. (Laughing) Damn that boy has the hots for Bobby and the thing is Bobby isn’t attracted to Xavier, so he doesn’t notice.
How do I know?
Oh, well…I told Bobby how Xavier kept pestering me for his number and Bobby was like “really?”. For all that name implies, Xavier is a bit rough around the edges. Truthfully, he is crude as fuck and it just turns Bobby off. To be honest, it does me too.
What’s that?
Oh yeah, the story. Where was I?
Friday night arrived with a howling wind, leaves and broken limbs hitting David’s dorm window. He checked online to see if it was going to rain, afraid if it did Bobby would cancel. Every site indicated it was just a strong wind system with no rain in sight, so he relaxed and prepared for Bobby’s arrival.
He had tried to get him to agree to dinner first, then come back to his dorm room, but Bobby refused, saying he wanted to do his laundry while the facilities were not crowded and to call home. Glancing at his watch seeing it was nearly eight, anticipation of Bobby’s arrival grew. It felt like a first date. The hopes of what could happen and the fears of what could go wrong. What if Bobby wasn’t gay, or even bisexual and he had read him all wrong. For straight guys it was no problem to be wrong about a girl, to make a mistake in thinking there was some attraction. But that wasn’t the case with most gay guys. One mistake could get you into a scene you did not want to be part of, or worse, a beating.
Moving around the room, David shut off all the lights except his desk lamp, wanting to set the mood and to force Bobby to sit close to him at his desk. He had spent the afternoon straightening the room, picking up dirty clothes, putting away books and video games. He knew some of it was his own, but most was his roommate’s doing. Bill was a slob. How many pizza boxes did he have to toss in any given week with dried crust and smelling dipping sauce rattling around inside the greasy boxes? He turned on music, some ambient sounds his older sister turned him onto a few years ago. It was perfect background noise when reading or studying. Walking past the mirror he stopped and looked at the image reflected back.
Six feet and weighing less than one sixty, he was tall and lanky. The English and French genes were apparent in his fair skin and dark brown hair. He wore a loose tank top and a pair of gym shorts over boxers. Everything loose, feeling as if it could all fall away from his body with the simplest gesture. It gave him a sense of arousal, more so than tight jeans or clothes meant to impress. He loved the casual nature of his attire and hoped it would be nonthreatening to Bobby on the surface, while in reality, sitting next to each other at his desk, he hoped it would be revealing enough to capture Bobby’s attention.
Right at eight o’clock Bobby knocked on the door and they quickly settled down at the desk, chemistry textbook opened to the beginning of the chapter and their notes laid out. David had been pleased to see Bobby show up in cargo shorts and a t-shirt, something nearly as casual as his own attire. He let Bobby take his chair as he pulled up Bill’s, so close they nearly touched. At first it was difficult for David to focus, constantly making Bobby repeat himself. Instead he perceived their closeness, the occasional bump of knees, the bare contact so pleasing he was tempted to try to maintain it. Their arms rubbed together as they reached for notes or turned pages adding to David’s distraction. He glanced over at Bobby, pretending to look him in the eyes for comprehension, instead he stared into Bobby’s blue eyes, noticed once again the long eyelashes and the gentle arch of each narrow eyebrow and how one rose higher than the other when Bobby was questioning him on some topic.
The topic had been confusing to David and as the reminder of his need to pay attention to what Bobby was saying sank in, he settled down to the task. They covered the two chapters once to see what each of them understood and find out what sections were a struggle. David had several sections that confused him, far more than the two sections Bobby needed to go back over.
Time passed, and it grew late. The sounds from the corridor grew louder for a while, most getting ready to go out for the night, then over time it grew quiet, eerily quiet, as if they were the only ones left on the floor. David checked his watch and was surprised to see it was nearly midnight.
“Damn, we’ve been at this for four hours.”
“Yeah, well you needed the time” Bobby replied and his smile indicated he was joking with David.
“Fuck you” David replied in fake disgust as he bumped shoulders with Bobby.
“Let’s call it a night” said Bobby as he pushed back from the desk and stretched his arms up and out. The t-shirt stretched over his lean frame, rode up to reveal a couple of inches of stomach and David stared at the flat smooth skin. Looking upward he saw how the sleeves of the cheap t-shirt pulled up revealing the dark underarm hair and David found himself fascinated with it, this teasing reveal of Bobby’s masculinity. He wanted to reach out and touch him, on the leg, on the stomach, and along the underside of the arm all the way up till his finger would rake through the dark hair.
Bobby dropped his arms and shifted in the chair in a manner that David sensed was a response to his staring. Bobby looked around the small dorm room and David remembered how he had commented on the differences of their rooms, David’s larger with Bill and he having separate sides of the space while Bobby was in an older dorm, with bunk beds on one side and two smaller desks on the other.
David watched how Bobby turned his head, scanning the room till his eyes came to the television, a large flat screen that sat on an old coffee table between the desks.
“You guys play games?”
“Oh Jesus, all the time.”
“Is it too late to play a game or two?”
“It’s Friday night! Are you kidding? Bill and some of the guys on the floor, and I will played last Friday night till dawn the next day. A real marathon session.”
“Well…I don’t know about all night, but if you’re up for it I could use a distraction from all this” Bobby replied gesturing toward the chemistry book and notes scattered on David’s desk.
“I’ll start it up. The games are in those boxes on the floor underneath. Pick one and I’ll kick your ass.”
Bobby smiled at the bravado then slipped down on the floor in front of the coffee table and television. He slid out one box then the other scanning the titles. He lifted one then another, till he came to one of the last in the box.
“Hey, you have this game. My cousin had it and it was a lot of fun.”
“Well, load it up.”
David kept trying to find the opening, the opportunity to move on Bobby. At his desk, not once did Bobby respond in any way to the casual contacts between them, nor did he do anything to show any interest. As the game loaded, Bobby eased back against David’s bed sitting on the rug. David pulled the controllers out, untangled the cords and eased down next to him.
They played for over an hour, working the controllers with their fingers as they swayed and twisted with the characters in the game as if it gave them an extra advantage, some increase in reaction time. And all through it they continued to bump into each other, knee against knee, arm against arm till finally, after David won the last game, leaning toward Bobby, he made a move. He leaned over and kissed Bobby, just a quick press of lips, then pulled back enough to see the reaction it generated.
Bobby looked shocked, his eyes wide and mouth hanging open. They sat frozen, David staring at Bobby waiting for response and Bobby just staring back unresponsive.
“Shit…fuck…look, Bobby, I’m sorry. I just thought…” David stammered as he finally broke the silence between them. Falling silent he sat back and stared at the frozen image on the television screen wondering what to do. “Bobby?”
Bobby shifted back then slide away from David a few inches. It seemed like much further and David felt he had misread Bobby, gotten everything wrong wondering if he had just been projecting his desires on Bobby.
“I’m going to go” Bobby finally stated, his voice so low and soft David barely heard him.
“Bobby…wait. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. Let’s just call it a night.”
David wasn’t sure what to do so he sat there watching Bobby pack up his books and notes, sling his backpack over one shoulder and head for the door. Bobby hesitated at the door, hand on the knob. He didn’t look back as he spoke.
“I’ll…see you around.”
David watched Bobby open the door and leave, not looking back once.
‘I’ll see you around’ sounded ominous as David reconsidered it, the vague nature of it. Not ‘I’ll see you tomorrow’ or ‘I’ll see you Monday’, but ‘around’. Leaning back, head tilted up staring at the ceiling he just knew he had really fucked it up with Bobby.
By two on Saturday David began to text Bobby, then tried to call. The rest of the day there was no response. He considered riding his bike to the Quad and realized he didn’t know which building much less the room number. The guys on his floor began to make plans for the night, some going to hear one band or another, some just going to the sports bar to hang out and a few going to some new action flick at the cinema. David kept saying no, too distracted by Bobby’s unresponsiveness to have any desire to go out. By five o’clock he put on his cycling shorts, a tank top, grabbed up his bike and headed out. He was going to ride around campus to relieve the tension, or that is what he kept telling himself, but he knew he was really going to ride through the Quad. Any chance of running into Bobby he was going to take it. He rode till it got dark then kept riding for another hour, going through the Quad five times. By the fifth time he told himself he was being creepy, so he turned back and headed to his dorm.
He was hot, clothes soaking wet with sweat, as he climbed the stairs to his floor. In his room, he stripped down, grabbed his toiletries and towel and headed to the bathroom. He showered for a long time, getting the water colder and colder, trying to cool down as images of the night before played over and over in his head.
“Fuck” he uttered out loud, the word echoing off the tile walls.
“What did you say?” Will called out from one of the stalls.
“Sorry…it was nothing” he replied, embarrassed at his outburst.
Back in his room he lay on the bed, naked, water droplets still clinging to his skin in places. At the moment he just couldn’t be bothered to put anything on. He looked at his phone seeing there was still no message from Bobby. He typed another message, once again telling Bobby he was sorry and to not be mad. He hit send and watched the message disappear knowing there would be no response.
When hunger finally roused him up, he slipped on a pair of jeans and a shirt, the bottom and top two buttons left undone giving him a sloppy disheveled look. He was going to the cafeteria till he realized it was closed, so he headed toward town, crossing the street from campus to the commercial district. He passed the sports bar and a few restaurants filled with other students and kept walking till he came to an older part of town, one not frequented by students. There was a diner open, one with a large counter and ugly Formica topped tables along the wall and in the front window. The décor was old posters of Britain and smudged and scuffed white walls that needed a coat of paint ten years ago. The vinyl tile floor was faded, many tiles broken, with some missing corners revealing the black mastic beneath. But through the roughness of the interior, the plainness of it, there was something comforting about it. There were two couples at one table who looked to be in their sixties, laughing and talking too loud for the small space. At the counter sat two women and three men deep in conversation as they watched some soccer match going on in some other part of the world.
“Just sit where ever you like” a waitress said to him as she came out carrying plates of food to the two couples.
David didn’t want to be seen so he went to a table near the rear of the space and sat with his back to the front.
Wait, I’m getting to that.
The diner? Oh, it’s over on Rollins Drive.
Yeah, that’s the area. It was good. Comfort food, if you know what I mean. The name of the place was The Knife and Fork. Creative, right?
Like I said, I’m getting to that, but I have to tell you, he scared the shit of me, not replying to any of my messages. I didn’t know what to think, or actually, I did know what I was thinking; the worst.
You had a girl do you like that in high school? What happened?
No shit. Damn, I’m glad I didn’t run into you that Saturday. That would have made it worse.
Okay, back to my story. Needless to say, Sunday arrived with no word from Bobby. I was pacing the floor in my dorm room that morning.
David paced up and down the narrow open space of his dorm room while checking his phone over and over. To distract himself he called his parents then a couple of old high school friends. By lunch time he had typed several messages to Bobby, all of them deleted prior to sending. A couple of the guys swung his door open and asked if he wanted to go grab lunch in the cafeteria.
“Yeah; I need to get out of this room” David replied as he grabbed up his wallet and keys, slipped his feet into the sandals and headed out.
By one o’clock he was back in the room, television on a baseball game in which he wasn’t interested. He sat across his bed, back to the wall, watching the pitcher take longer and longer to throw the next pitch. The game was tied up, one to one, and the camera showed the stands with the fans standing up cheering for their team, urging them on.
A soft knock came to his door. It was so soft David had wondered if it was on the door across the hall instead of his but then he heard it again, a little louder this time. He slid off the bed, moved to the door and pulled it open. Standing before him was Bobby. David recognized the look on his face, one reflecting confusion and a certain fear. Bobby even looked like someone who had been worrying for nearly two days straight, wearing a wrinkled t-shirt and jeans, with his dark hair messed up.
“Can I come in?”
“Bobby? Yeah, sure, come on in.”
Bobby moved passed him and didn’t look back as he went straight to the window overlooking the commons below. David closed and locked the door then moved back into the room just a few feet behind Bobby.
“Bobby, I’m sorry about…”
“David” Bobby interrupted him, and David fell silent as he watched Bobby’s reflection in the window. “I don’t know why I freaked out Friday…I shouldn’t have…but…” Bobby stammered, falling silent unsure how to continue. He turned around and faced David then looked down at the floor.
“Look, can we just pretend I didn’t kiss you Friday night and go back…”
Bobby suddenly moved to David, used both hands to hold him by the sides of the face as he quickly kissed him. David was shocked at first, stood frozen in place, arms out wondering what was happening. But he quickly realized what was happening and put his arms around Bobby hugging their bodies together.
They kissed for a long time. Lips pressed together, then along jaws and down necks. David tongued Bobby’s ear and felt the shiver that ran through him. Bobby pulled back tugging his t-shirt over his head. The long lean torso revealed, David put his hand on the warm flesh. So smooth, the white skin unblemished, soft to the touch, and he rubbed over Bobby’s chest feeling the hard nub of each nipple. Then he pulled off his own shirt.
The shirt barely hit the floor when Bobby was pushing him down on his bed, going down with him till they lay across the unmade bed, Bobby on top, hands moving over bare flesh as lips moved along David’s neck, up to his right ear, along this jaw and to his lips.
David reached between their stomachs and fumbled with Bobby’s shorts, tugging on the button till it pulled free, then struggled with the zipper. Bobby raised his hips giving him room to get it down. Bobby pushed the shorts down his legs, kicked his legs till free of them, then he rose up on his knees, breathing hard. David watched as the boxers slid down releasing the erection trapped within. The head flared wide, red, and wet. The naked body lay on him, hot against his bare skin. He felt the erection dig into the crotch of his shorts, push along his own erection fighting to get free.
David was surprised at the aggressiveness of Bobby, someone who’d been so quiet, so reserved before. The undulating push against his crotch and the hands moving over his body. As surprised as he was, he was more aroused by it. He felt the hands do down each side, then tugging on his shorts, pulling everything down his legs till he too was naked.
“I want to fuck you” Bobby breathed heavily.
David felt the manipulation of his cock, the hand that tugged on it, stroked it till it was wet and he fought against the urge to fuck it through the fist. The hand released him, moved over his sac tugging on it painfully and the pleasure of it sent a shiver up his spine. Then there was the touch, the fingers rubbing at his opening. Roughly, the contact physical, aggressive, those fingers rubbed at his tight opening. Before he knew what was happening he realized two fingers had penetrated him boring into his depths. Bobby manipulated his opening, twisted around in his hole till he was breathing hard and working his hips trying to get them even deeper.
David wanted it, more than he could admit, as he felt hands move to the back of his legs lifting them up. Bobby jerked his body into position, folded his legs over till his ass rose up, opened to Bobby. He felt the blunt head of Bobby’s cock touch him, felt the push against his tightness, then the penetration. He pushed to take it, the stretch of his opening as Bobby breached it then sank inch after inch into his depths. He felt the fullness of the penetration, the way Bobby seemed to sink deeper and deeper into him till Bobby’s abdomen was pressed against his ass.
“Fuck” David uttered as he held Bobby by the waist feeling the movement of it, the push inward then the pull outward, slowly at first letting him sense every inch moving through his tightness.
“David…feels…so good…” Bobby rambled mindlessly as he increased his pace, began to move his hips with an urgency.
Their fuck increased, the bed squeaking with their exertions. David’s moans and grunts echoed around the small room as Bobby drove into his depths. Faster and faster till the sound of their bodies coming together was the loudest sound, the one that drowned out all other. Bobby kissed David on the mouth with a roughness, a passion that fueled their fuck, drove them to be more physical. David wrapped his legs and arms around Bobby and rolled him over on his back. Sitting on Bobby’s cock, David began to move on it, to rise up then fall back down. His own cock flopped with his movements, wetly smacking Bobby on the stomach. David rode Bobby till his muscles ached, burned with his efforts as his skin began to glisten in the light of the room. As he slowed he felt Bobby began to drive upward. Looking down he saw the undulating body, the way the stomach knotted up tight as Bobby drove upward into him. He leaned back breathing hard and felt Bobby’s hands on each thigh as cock was thrusting into his depths. His own cock ached with its hardness and a hand took it, stroked it in rhythm of their fuck. He worked his hips up and down, pushing down on the rising cock in his hole then pushing upward fucking his own cock through the fist.
The surge of release raced through David, made his body tighten up as he thrust upward. Bobby sensed his eminent release and manipulated the head of his cock then stroked him roughly while fucking his ass harder. Cum exploded from his cock spattering over Bobby’s face, neck and chest. The smell filled the room as he rocked his hips roughly with every ejaculation. Finally spent he fell still only to have Bobby move on him, flip him over on his back, hands holding each leg down on either side of his chest while moving into position. Bobby drove into him hard, roughly, making the bed rock and squeak. Bobby fucked for his own pleasure. Fucked for his own release. And David took it, every thrust. It aroused him, made his cock grow hard again.
The room echoed with the sound of Bobby’s fuck. It was his, his alone. David was there to take it, to accept the plunge inward into his depths. The sound of bodies coming together, the bed straining beneath them seemed to urge Bobby on, to push him to fuck harder, rougher. Sweat rained down on David, hot on his skin.
Bobby shoved inward while his whole body shook. He cried out and tried to jam more of himself into David. David knew he was coming.
What?
Oh, too much detail? Sorry. I just get carried away every time I think of last Sunday.
Yeah, it was last Sunday. Didn’t I say that?
No? Well, this was last weekend. And I have to say the last week has been intense. I’m still sore from last night.
No, no, no, not sore down there (laughing). Good one. No, it is every muscle in my body. Some I didn’t know existed.
It is funny how the most introverted can be so aggressive during sex, but fuck, I am not complaining, let me tell you.
Why is Bobby not here with me? Well, he’s still a bit closeted, you see. But I figure sooner or later, he come over. There are too many other guys here who are so open about it.
Yeah, like Stan and Richard. You know them? Yeah; they are great guys.
Yeah, I see him too. Watch him amble around the room to make his way over.
Hey Bobby. You want to sit with us? Bobby, this is…I’m sorry, what was your name again?
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