All Male Hostel

Hey y'all, I've missed you! It's been another one of those rough times, but I've finally got a breakthrough. I hope you enjoy chapter 8 and their dinner date. 

Thanks for all the emails and twitter comments. They are truly inspirations for me. 

Joey floated around the all male boarding house on a cloud of excitement most of the day. Whatever it was about Bobby that calmed the chaos inside him was the same thing that had Joey bubbling over with excitement about spending more time with him.

Joey was sitting in a lawn chair in the back yard eating a ham sandwich among a sea of evidence of last nights party sprawled across the yard when he heard the wooden screen door slam against the door jam.

A few seconds later his blood went back to boiling when Tre cleared his throat. “I wanted to talk to you about last night.” Tre offered.

“What about last night?” Joey shook at the anger he heard in his own voice. It was an extreme swing from cloud nine where he was less than a minute ago to his current state of seething.

“I shouldn’t have don’t that last night.” Tre responded with regret evident in his voice.

Tre was bigger and older than Joey, however that didn’t slow the words that roared out of Joey’s mouth. “You shouldn’t have done a lot of fucking things this weekend Tre!”

Joey kept his back to Tre. The only acknowledgment he offered Tre was his laser focused reply. His heart felt like it was going beat right out of his chest, his adrenaline was pumping almost has hard as his heart.

“I just, I didn’t know how to get you to slow down. You were being crazy and I felt respon…” Joey interrupted him.

“You’re not responsible for a fucking thing I do Tre! You’re responsible for raping me!” Inhaling, Joey paused to put his words in order. “I am responsible for me. Not you!” He yelled, still looking out across the back yard. “Yes, I was being wild and reckless. No, you’re not responsible for me!” He finished, his voice trembling and his face flush with anger. He wasn't angry for the first night, the night Tre fucked him in his sleep. He was angry for... Joey didn't know why he was so mad. He was out there being a slut for whoever gave him the time of day. That wasn't Tre's fault.

Tre’s voice was soft and his words were slow. “I get that, I really do. I feel like what I did put you on a disastrous course and I owe you an apology.”

“You owe me more than a fucking apology! No… you don’t owe me shit!” Joey snapped again. “I don’t need shit from you!”

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything.” Tre sounded defeated as he spoke.

His words hit Joey a different way than he was expecting. His anger, the hurt waned in him holding him silent. He was being stupid, regardless of what had happened between him and Tre. That really didn’t excuse his actions. He was ultimately correct, Joey was solely responsible for Joey.

“It really had little to do with you Tre.” He admitted. “Yeah, things happened, you took advantage of me. But what I did with that was on me.” He turned to look at Tre. “Apology accepted”

Joey turned away again staring out over the copious amount of empty bottles and cans. He tried to process the remaining anger while thinking about how much fun he had while being reckless. The last thing he wanted to do was carry any of that drama into his date with Bobby.

Tre stood behind Joey but didn’t speak again for the few minutes he remained. If Joey would have looked back, he wouldn’t have been able to miss the remorse that was written across Tre’s face or his slumped shoulders as he watched Joey ignore him. Assuming all was said that was going to be said, Tre turned and headed back inside.

Date time was fast approaching and Joey sat on the front porch ready and waiting. He felt cute in his blue jeans and white polo shirt with his hair neatly styled. All that was missing was to see Bobby’s car coming up the driveway.

About ten minutes later, a black Mustang came into view. Joey’s heart raced knowing it had to be Bobby. It looked like a car Bobby would drive; sleek, black and loud. The typical sexy young mechanic's car.

Sure enough, as the Mustang slowly moved up the long gravel driveway, Bobby came into view. Joey stood and was walking towards the vehicle before it came to a complete stop. Opening the passenger door, he crawled in next to Bobby, wanting to reach over and kiss him but decided against being so forward.

“Hey Bobby.” He said smiling ear to ear, buckling himself into his seat.

Never turning the engine off, Bobby responded with a hello and put the car in reverse. Going to the quaint little town wasn’t a long drive but the small talk flowed effortlessly between them. Joey learned even more about Bobby. I was enjoying getting a glimpse into the childhood of the man sitting next to him.

Just before they came to the business district of town, Bobby took a left off of Main Street and drove a couple more blocks before effortlessly parallel parking in front of a single building with a row of storefronts and doors. If the town itself was old and dated, this block was older. From corner to corner, it was one long brick building that housed several individual businesses. An Italian restaurant sat directly in the middle of the row of doors.

Before long the two young men were sitting across from each other, each enjoying their dinner between conversation in the fanciest restaurant in town decorated in Sicilian motif with soft accordion music playing in the background of the old authentic aesthetic.

“How’s your food?” Bobby inquired with a smile after taking a drink of his cola.

“Mmm, it’s yummy! Thank you.”

“After we finish here, can I take you somewhere?” Bobby asked coyly.

“I’m yours for as long as you want me.” Joey answered flashing a flirty smile back to the other man. “Take me anywhere you want too.” All he wanted was to spend time with Bobby, he didn't much care where or how that happened.

“Perfect!” Bobby declared with a big cheesy grin lighting up his face.

Back in the car after dinner, Bobby wheeled the Mustang back out onto Main Street, turning the opposite direction of the house Joey was staying in. They drove on for a while, leaving the little town behind them before Bobby veered left onto a windy gravel road.

“Ya taking me out to the middle of nowhere so people can’t hear me scream?” Joey poured on the sarcasm in his question.

Smiling back at Joey’s sarcastic question, “I’m taking you to my favorite place in this town.”

A short time later, the car turned onto what looked like a tractor path into a field. The sun was setting behind them and little flashes from lightning bugs flickered just over the top of the tall grass.

“I call it Firefly Field.” Bobby offered showing signs of a very attractive country innocence.

Joey watched the lightning bugs dancing in the wind, glowing and dimming as they bobbed haphazardly around the tall grass. Trees lined one side of the field, the rest was open as far as he could see in the dimming light.

“It looks like a fairytale setting.” Joey thought out loud trying to summarize the beauty he was looking at.

Bobby got out of the car and walked to the back where he opened the truck. Joey followed his lead as Bobby dig through some things and pulled out a folded blanket and a grocery bag. “Come on.”

Back in front of the Mustang hidden from the dirt road, Bobby spread the blanket on the ground. “I thought we could sit here and talk, watch the fireflies as the sun sets and have a couple drinks.” Bobby reached into the bag and pulled out two bottles of beer, opening one and handing it to Joey.

“I like it!” Joey confirmed, lifting the bottle to his mouth as taking a drink. “Do ya come here a lot?”

“Yeah. Kinda.” Bobby answered looking around. “I come here to get away from the BS from time to time. Sometimes I just need to escape my dad.” Bobby took a long swig from his bottle before continuing. “I'm usually alone though.”

Joey understood that. Charlie could be pretty overbearing from what he’s seen over the last couple of days. He had a very dominating kind of personality. A thought filled his mine, followed by immediate regret. 'What if he found out about what I did with his dad?'. He felt like he somehow betrayed Bobby for it.

“I really do want to leave this place.” Bobby confessed breaking the silence. “I don’t know if following you is the right thing, but I think I am gonna leave this place behind me.”

“Perrysburg is a nice place. It’s bigger than this town and not far from Toledo so there’s lots to do.” Joey felt like he was trying to convince Bobby to follow him as a deflection from the guilt he felt.

“I don’t know. I want to get away from my dad and these people, but I don’t know where I’d rather be. Just not here. Not anymore.” Bobby confessed. The look he held on his face was one of sadness.

As the sun dipped behind the trees, the field in front to them looked like a night sky full of twinkling stars, only the stars here were bumbling around in the night air and flashing more than twinkling.

“Only you can figure that out Bobby. Not your dad, not me not anyone but you.” Joey offered his underrated wisdom. “Gotta live your life for you!”

“Yeah I know. But for right now, I just wanna drink beer and sit here with you watching the day end.” Bobby leaned in to Joey until their arms touched.

Without a though, Joey tilted his head, resting it on Bobby’s shoulder watching the night consume everything except those happy little lightning bugs. Bobby rested his head on Joey’s and the two sat there in the stillness of the cool night, both leaning into each other, neither wanting it to end.

“So,” Joey sounded off, “my car will be ready tomorrow?”

“That’s the plan as long as the computer comes in.” Bobby sounding a little bit sad as he confirmed the plan and pulled away from their cuddle lean.

He moved so he was facing Joey before he took Joey’s face in his hands and leaned in. Joey split the distance, also leaning in until their lips touched. It was the moment Joey had been waiting for all day.

Bobby’s tongue tickled at Joey’s lips, begging for an invitation so Joey parted them, accepting Bobby’s to dance with his own. Bobby brushed his tongue over Joey’s, exploring his mouth once again while Joey’s tongue twisted and curled around the other man’s fleshy muscular organ.

Joey thought he heard soft moans within the sounds of crickets singing in the field around them as the two were locked in a passionate embrace. He opened his eyes to see Bobby looking back at him. He could feel Bobby’s smile as their lips twisted as pushed together. Looking into those brown eyes while they kissed felt like the sexiest thing in the world, Joey wondered why people close their eyes when they were making out.

Bobby’s hands pulled away from Joey’s face and slid down his body until he found the hem of his polo. Joey raised his arms in perfect timing with Bobby raising the shirt up and over Joey’s head. Joey’s nipples quickly hardened in the cool air.

Bobby cupped one of Joey’s breasts before running his fingertip over his pointy nipple. Closing his eyes again, Joey tilted his head back, quietly sighing into the darkness around them as Bobby twisted his nipple between his thumb and finger.

He looked back into Bobby’s eyes and noticed a hunger in them that wasn’t there a few minutes earlier. He leaned forward and softly kissed Bobby’s neck. Leaving a moist trail under Bobby’s chin, he continued his lips’ journey across Bobby’s throat to the other side of his neck and then up to his ear. Joey ran his tongue up the edge of Bobby's ear and back down before sucking in his ear lobe.

Bobby pulled back and in a flash, his shirt was over his head and laying in the grass next to the blanket the two shared. As he moved back in, he gently fpushed Joey onto his back and positioned himself straddling over Joey’s waist. Joey’s hands slid up Bobby’s legs and fumbled with his belt buckle until he unfastened it and the button at the top of Bobby’s pants. Lowering the zipper, Joey slid his fingers in Bobby’s underwear in search of something.

From the angle Joey’s hand was in and with Bobby’s pants being an obstacle, Joey was unable to grasp Bobby’s already hard cock. He tugged at the fabric sending an obvious hint to what he wanted. Bobby stood up so he could remove his remaining clothing and tossed them in the general direction of his shirt.

Lowering himself back down over Joey’s waist, he felt Joey’s hands on his ass trying to scoot him closer. He moved willingly, bringing his cock closer to Joey’s face. With barely any of his weight resting on Joey’s chest, Bobby leaned forward and held himself with one hand to the ground. Using his other hand, he fisted his cock and started rubbing it across Joey’s face. Joey's hungry mouth chased Bobby around, open in a silent plea to be filled. The weight of Bobby’s meat on his face was mesmerizing to Joey, but his was mouth was watering for a taste. Feeling Bobby maintaining control again was an amazing feeling.

After getting cock slapped in the mouth a few times, Bobby finally gave in to Joey’s neediness and pointed his cock between Joey’s lips and pushed himself in. Joey lifted his head and began sliding his lips back and forth along Bobby’s shaft in shallow, limited strokes. Bobby raised off of his knees, toes digging into the blanket in a plank position with his cock directly over Joey’s mouth and started thrusting, face fucking the man below him.

His arms started to quiver from the exertion of holding his body up so Bobby took his cock away from Joey and raised himself up. Joey extended his neck as his mouth tried to follow Bobby. When it was obvious that he wasn't getting anymore of Bobby's cock in his mouth, Joey pushed out his bottom lip in a childlike pout.

“Don’t worry. I’m not done with you yet.” Bobby reassured his hungry partner as he repositioned himself between Joey’s spread legs.

Bobby unfastened Joey’s blue jeans and started wiggling them off his hips. Raising his ass off the blanket to make Bobby’s task easier, Joey shivered when his cock bounced in freedom from its denim cage. Bobby raised Joey’s legs into the air in front of him and worked the fabric up his legs and past his feet before tossing them into the pile with his own clothes.

After letting Joey’s legs rest softly to the ground, Bobby scooted back a little and began stroking Joey’s shaft in a slow rhythmic motion. It was the first time Bobby had held a penis that wasn’t his.

There was something satisfying about feeling Joey’s hard cock in his hand. Bobby thought it would feel awkward and maybe not like it. He was surprised to realize the opposite was actually true. It turned him on to hold Joey's shaft in his hand.

Joey let out soft moans from the attention Bobby was giving his cock. He paid little attention to the fact that he was naked in a field only lit by a heard of fireflies and the crescent moon above them. His thoughts were completely focused on Bobby.

He anxiously thrust his hips, pumping himself through Bobby’s fist. Bobby himself worked his hand along Joey’s length before he bent down and lightly kissed the tip of Joey’s cock head and tasting the saltiness of the liquid forming from Joey’s slit.

Licking his lips, Bobby took the plunge and took Joey into his mouth and wrapped his lips around Joey’s cock, just below the mushroom. He started taking slow shallow strokes along Joey’s shaft, listening to the sounds radiating from Joey’s throat. Bobby’s hand filled the gap between his mouth and the base of Joey’s tool as his lips slid up and down on the rest.

“Ohhhh Bobby!” Joey moaned, his body trembling from erotic pleasure.

Hearing his name called out in pleasure only emboldened Bobby. He removed his hand and locked his finger and thumb around Joey’s base and took the cock deeper into his mouth, hitting the back of his throat and tripping his gag reflex. His stomach tensed as he tried to hold the cough inside him and continued taking Joey’s cock in and back out through his lips.

He felt Joey’s hands combing through his hair. His body broke out in goosebumps and he tried to moan through his cock gagged mouth only to have the sound transferred into vibrations on the hardness he held there.

The vibratory moan pushed a sigh through Joey’s dry parted lips. He felt amazing with Bobby, the things Bobby was doing sent him to that pale sliver of the moon his eyes were currently fixated on. Every move Bobby made, every small stroke from his fingers locked around his cock to his fingers lightly brushing his balls as he adjusted his hand to his lips sliding up over the rim of his mushroom head and back down, was leading to the grand finale that Joey felt was near. His breathing got heavier even though he lay mostly still as he felt a cool sensation from his groin to his toes. He was about to release himself into Bobby’s mouth and he knew it. He needed it.

“Bobby?” He groaned. “You’re gonna make me cum!” As much as he needed to find relief, as wild as his thoughts were racing, he knew this was Bobby’s first and he felt an obligatory need to warn his mate of the impending explosion he was about to let go.

“Mmmhmmm” Bobby hummed affirmation on Joey’s cock. This is what he wanted. It was Joey’s last night in town and if he was going to ever have the opportunity to explore his new found interest, it was now.

He kept on task of his show and methodical approach to sucking Joey’s dick. Every few bobs down he attempted to take him farther into his throat. Some more successful that others, but Bobby felt proud that he had manned up and fought the urge to pull off of Joey to cough.

Knowing he might be able to make Joey cum only motivated him more. Tonight would be his last chance to try, to make another man cum. His last opportunity in this crumby little town to taste Joey’s juices.

He listened to Joey’s moans, his breathing and tried to time the exact moment of his orgasm so he could be prepared. Nothing could have prepared him for the moment Joey’s grip tightened on the back of his head holding him almost motionless with a cock half way in his mouth.

There was not enough preparation when Joey grunted and growled or for when the first ribbon of thick cum hit the back of his mouth and tried to slide down his throat. It tasted like nothing he’d ever had. Salty, warm and creamy thick, he almost choked on it when the second and third volleys puddled at the back of his throat fighting to go down.

Loosening the grip his lips had around Joey’s shaft just enough, he forced himself to swallow what had built up. Following through and wanting to make sure he got every drop, Bobby returned to his greedy assault on Joey’s cock. Joey wiggled and squirmed underneath Bobby. His moans and grunts filling the field as his cock convulsed and his body emptied everything into Bobby’s mouth.

“Oh my god!” He whimpered. “Bobby!” Joey moaned, his toes were curled up into a tight foot fist, his eyelids closed over his blue eyes.

Bobby looked up and Joey, seeing the pleasure of his release written across his tensed body. “Was it good?” He asked already knowing the answer, but craving the reassurance.

“Fuck Bobby! Yes! Oh my god!” Joey answered through his heavy breathing. He opened his eyes to see Bobby perched proudly on his knees. “That was amazing!”

Bobby’s smile seemed to light up the entire field leaving the lightning bugs paled in the night. In that moment, Joey couldn’t imagine the sadness he would likely feel as he pulled his Camero out of Charlie’s Auto Shop parking lot tomorrow afternoon.

Bobby leaned down and kissed Joey. He couldn’t help it, the boy looked so kissable laying on a blanket in the dim moonlit field. His cock touching Joey’s empty and softening cock underneath him, he rocked his hips back and forth against Joey’s skin. He wanted inside Joey more than he wanted to breathe.

Breaking from the kiss, Bobby returned to his kneeling position between Joey’s legs. Raising his hand to his face, Bobby spit in his palm and stroked it onto his cock. He reached back and lifted Joey’s legs up, folding him in the middle. When Joey’s entrance was visible, he let his saliva moisten Joey’s hole.

Using his hand, Bobby pointed his cock against Joey and slowly pushed himself through the opening. Air hissed as Joey sucked his breath in through his clenched teeth when Bobby entered him. The fullness of having Bobby inside him was intense.

Bobby pushed himself in slow and deep before backing back out to the edge. Making long slow strokes through Joey’s ring, he knew there was so much tension already build up from sucking his first cock, that he wouldn’t last long. He fucked Joey intending to prolong his own orgasm, but the warmth and tightness of Joey’s cavity around him was making that a challenge. Joey’s hands on his ass and trying to pull him in faster and deeper wasn’t helping his cause any either.

“Bobby…” Joey whined. “Fuck me Bobby!” He moaned. “Uhhh, you fee so good!”

Bobby’s mind went blank. Before he could stop himself he groaned “Fuck I’m gonna miss this!” His words immediately felt wrong. It wasn’t just the sex he was going to miss. He would miss Joey more than he’d miss fucking him. “I’m gonna miss you!” He corrected as he pistoned into Joey slow and steady.

Joey’s fingertips dug into Bobby’s tight ass cheeks. Both men moaned into the void around them. Their pleasures uninhibited through the carnal yet passionate scene they were creating. Their bodies clapping together with each thrust Bobby made, the cricket, the fire flies all set a very erotic and romantic overtone.

When Bobby couldn’t hold it back anymore, when his release was at the pinnacle of it’s existence, Bobby howled like a lone wolf in the night. Burying himself deep in the center of Joey’s body, he exploded into Joey’s bowels. It wasn't that long age, he and Joey fucked so he was surprised at the intensity of his orgasm.

Joey was thrilled that Bobby held himself deep as he bred him. He loved the throb, feeling the impact of the cum hitting his insides. There wasn’t another feeling in the world like it, and he got to experience it fully for the first time.

Completely spent, Bobby pulled out and laid next to his lover, both panting from exertion, both damp with sweat. The night, their only cover as they laid still, fingers interlocked in each other’s.. Both silent as they gazed mindlessly to the stars.

“What if I came with ya?” Bobby pondered out loud feeling slightly possessive over the man next to him.

Joey thought for a minute. His mind raced around the possibilities and troubles that could bring. “It would be awesome!” He paused again trying to formulate words that wouldn’t hurt Bobby. “I don’t know that it would be a good idea though. I still live with my parents, how would I explain bringing you home to them?”

The silence seemed to drown out the cricket serenade as they laid there. Joey feared that his revelation had offended the other. They were still holding hands, so he started to assume that wasn’t the case.

“Yeah. You’re right.” Bobby admitted with a slight reluctance.

He leaned up and kissed Joey before thanking him for breaking some realization to his ill thought fantasy.

“I should probably get you back and get home.” Bobby said breaking their thoughtful silence.

Joey was lost in the what if’s of Bobby coming back with him. They had just met and under strange circumstances but everything just felt so perfect. He knew he was right to give a reason why it was a bad idea, but he longed at the thought of having Bobby in his life.

Once they were dressed, in the car and headed back to Dan’s house, a though crossed Joey’s mind. “Ya know, we’re only a couple hours apart right?” He waited like he thought a light bulb would go off in Bobby’s head. “We could visit each other, or meet in the middle.” Joey offered after several seconds of silence.

That was to hook he needed to make Bobby understand the direction he was going with his thought. “We can call or text any time too right?” Bobby asked.

“Nothing stopping that either.” Joey confirmed, feeling a flutter in his stomach that leaving tomorrow might not mean losing Bobby.

“Super cool!” Bobby almost laughing the words he spoke.

The Mustang pulled up the drive and neared the house Joey would sleep in one more night. Both men unbuckled their seat belts and exited the car. Bobby chivalrously walked Joey to the front door and under the glow of the front porch light, he leaned in and gave Joey a light peck kiss.

Wanting more, Joey pushed his lips tighter to Bobby’s. The not very subtle hint was taken and Bobby kissed Joey with fevered passion.

“I’ll call you when your car is finish.” Bobby told Joey after their kiss found it’s natural end.

There was a glistening in his soft brown eyes that melted Joey’s heart. He was happy, and seemed hopeful for the future. It was a sight Joey had not seen on his face before now.

“Sounds good.” Joey confirmed, goofy smile and all. “I’ll talk to ya tomorrow.”

The two parted and Joey watched ad Bobby got in his car and the tail lights faded down the dark gravel driveway.