Bobby

The minute they saw each other, they knew that there was something special. The chemistry was working full-time between them, but mostly it was in the eyes. There was nothing sensuous, really, about the way they looked at each other. It was more like a soul thing, something neither young man could explain or disregard, although there was a 5-year age difference between them.

Bobby, 18, was being introduced to the three guys who were asked to be best men to his future bother-in-law, Donald, who was planning to get married to his sister, Sheila. Don and Sheila had been together for more than two years and Bobby considered his sister’s boyfriend more like a brother. Today, Donald brought over his three best men for them to get to know Sheila’s family before the wedding. At 18, Bobby was preparing to go away to college, and now that his sister was getting married, their parents would be on their own. Bobby was excited about going off away from home. College seemed to be such an interesting place that he couldn’t wait for September to come.

“And this is Bobby, Sheila’s brother,” Donald was saying.

“Hello, Robert,” the first of Donald’s friends said as he shook hands. “I’m James.”

“Nice to meet you,” Bobby answered, but his heart was beating faster as he waited for the third guy still just inside the door to greet him.

“And I am Steve,” shaking hands.

With his eyes still hooked onto Bobby’s eyes, the third guy came forward and extended his hand, saying, “Hi. I’m Mike.”

Bobby was in instant love with Mike. It just happened. It wasn’t strange for Bobby to be attracted to guys. He was gay. He had also had a few experiences with guys from school, but there was nothing serious. There was nothing as intense as this moment of shaking hands with Mike and meeting Mike’s gaze. Mike was a handsome young man, some 23 years old, with a light beard and a short crew-cut. Slim and tall, he had a nice smile, pronounced chin, masculine lips, but most of all, it was his eyes that really communicated. Bobby just couldn’t look away.

The afternoon went by slowly for Bobby. Don and his friends were joking all the time about how Don was going to lose his freedom and stuff like that. Sheila would join in with the laughter. Everyone was having a great time, except Bobby. He was in love with Mike, which made him miserable since he was almost sure that Mike had no idea about this, regardless of the look that was exchanged when they had met. In his heart, he knew that he had no chance at all with Don’s best man. Mike walked, talked and behaved like a 100% straight young man. He exuded masculinity. Not that Bobby was effeminate or was attracted by effeminate men; actually, only his mom knew that Bobby was gay. He had confided in her last Christmas and she was very understanding and supportive.

“So, Bob, I hear that you are going off to college next fall.”

Bobby’s heart jumped up to his throat. His mouth instantly dried and his knees felt weak as he stood by his sister’s armchair. It was Mike who was addressing him. Oh, my God! Mike has just shown an interest in me, raced through Bobby’s mind. Then he realized that everyone was looking at him, waiting for his response to Mike. He had to shake himself to get back to reality.

“Ah, um, yes,” he cleared his dry throat and tried to swallow. This sounded so lame, Bobby thought miserably.

“Which college are you going to join?” Mike was showing real interest. Bobby had to show some kind of human adult intelligence to this god who was addressing him.

“Ah, um, it’s… ah… Dorbing Community College.” Oh, yes, Bobby, that was so adult, so intelligent! Bobby got even more miserable and nervous. His palms were already sweating, and he could feel drops of sweat forming in his arm pits.

“Really?” Mike smiled with raised eyebrows. “That’s where I went to school. I just graduated in June. It’s a great place. You are going to love it there. What are you planning to major in?”

Oh, man. Bobby was thinking that by now everyone in the room had noticed his nervousness and was probably wondering why he was acting so weird. Mike’s eyes were locked onto his face, and he was simply and desperately in love with Mike.

“I’m not sure, yet,” he finally managed to answer. “Something in languages or literature, I think.”

“My brother is a real book worm,” Sheila said, and they laughed at this.

“There’s nothing wrong with reading,” Mike protested, coming to Bobby’s defense. “I will have you know that I majored in English literature, and I think Bobby is one of the few who can still handle this kind of major.”

Donald poked Mike in the ribs saying, “Go, bro. You defend Bobby’s choice just because you are a nerd.”

“Mike’s not a nerd!” Bobby heard himself say in a trembling shriek kind of voice.

“Hey, honey,” his sister said appeasing, trying to calm him down, seeing how much her fiancé’s comment had upset him. “You can major in anything you like. Don’t mind Donald. He’s a dick.” She punched her fiancé on the shoulder.

Bobby felt tears forming behind his eyes, ready to burst out. It was all the tension. He had to excuse himself, fast. As he left the family den, he heard Mike say, “Now look what you’ve done, you oaf.”

He could also hear his sister faintly as he walked down the corridor to the downstairs bathroom. “Bobby is so sensitive. So what are you guys planning to do for Don on the wedding evening? Nothing crazy.”

Then there was a babble of voices as Bobby shut the bathroom door behind him, sat on the toilet seat and burst into tears.

He almost did not hear the knock with his head between his hands, sobbing.

“Bobby? It’s me, Mike. Are you ok? Can I come in?”

Holy Shit! Bobby grabbed at the toilet paper roll and wiped at his eyes.

“I know that you are upset,” Mike said as he opened the door and entered the bathroom.

Bobby looked up with tears in his eyes. He was so embarrassed that Mike would see him that way. But Mike put his hand on Bobby’s shoulder and with the other hand raised his face as he looked down at him.

“I know how you feel, Bobby. I had the same reaction from my folks and some of my friends when I told them I was majoring in literature. They called me all sorts of names.”

The heat emanating from Mike’s body standing so close to him put Bobby on fire. He started shaking all over. Mike felt his shudders. He pulled him up and held him close.

Bobby inhaled Mike’s cologne and his shuddering increased. He just couldn’t stop. Mike had no idea that Bobby’s reaction had nothing to do with literature or college majors. Bobby was reacting to the proximity of his newly-found love and the brotherly hug.

“Everything ok in there, guys?” Sheila said outside the door.

Mike sat Bobby back on the toilet seat, opened the door and whispered something to Sheila.

“Oh, ok, Mike,” he heard his sister say. “You seem to know about this.” Bobby heard her footsteps recede down the corridor as Mike came back in and stood next to him.

Bobby could feel Mike’s body heat so close to him. He could also see Mike’s crotch which was just at his face. Slowly, ever so slowly, as if in a dream, Bobby brought his face close to Mike’s crotch and kissed it with his lips.

He expected to be slapped away. Instead, he heard Mike inhale loudly, and then wrap his hands around the back of Bobby’s head and press the boy’s face onto his now-bulging crotch.

“Oh, man, Bobby. I knew it as soon as I saw you. I knew I wanted you and I knew you wanted me.” Mike groaned as he erected against Bobby’s face.

Bobby couldn’t believe what was happening. Pressing his face onto Mike’s hardening bulge, he moaned. Mike ground his groin against Bobby’s face harder, fondling his hair.

“You are very hot,” Mike’s voice became hoarse. “But this is not the place.”

Mike pulled Bobby up and kissed him on the lips, tasting the boy’s quivering mouth.

“I will pick you up this evening and we will go to my place.”

Bobby nodded his head and emitted a deep sigh, totally speechless. Mike led him out of the bathroom and they both walked back to the den. Donald and his friends were about to leave. Mike smiled at Sheila as if to say, “See? I can handle your kid brother.” And Sheila mouthed a thank-you back at him.

With a sorry look, and an anticipating heart, Bobby watched the young men leave.

“Are you ok, Bobby?” Sheila wrapped her arm around his waist as they stood at the door.

“Yea, sis, I’m fine.” I’m just desperately, hopelessly in love with your fiancé’s best man!

Bobby was still feeling miserable. Although he enjoyed Mike’s attention, the closeness of Mike’s body, the feeling of touching Mike’s crotch with his lips, and, yes, oh yes, the kiss, he was embarrassed by Mike seeing his tears. But it looked like Mike had been into similar situations and was sympathetic. Bobby was so anxious to go out with Mike tonight.

Mike arrived at 8 o’clock. By then Bobby was almost a nervous wreck with so many what-ifs raging in his young mind. What if Mike changed his mind? What if Mike had said he’d pick him up just to appease him? What if Mike had taken him for a fool and was going to tell his sister’s fiancé about their encounter in the bathroom? Oh, shit, what-if…?

All of this disappeared, however, as soon as Bobby saw Mike framed by the door, so handsome that Bobby’s heart ached with desire, pounding painfully inside his chest.

“Hey, Bobby,” Mike greeted him with a big smile. “Are you ready for a treat in town? Movies and popcorn and soda. The works.”

Sheila looked at Mike gratefully. “Have a great time, guys,” she said.

Bobby couldn’t believe that scene: his “boyfriend” is picking him up to take him to his place and have sex with him, and his family approved. Bobby was glad that his mom was at the neighbors’; otherwise, she would have certainly caught on.

The young boy in love jumped into the passenger seat and pulled the seat belt on. By the time Mike got behind the wheel, Bobby was full of excitement. This hot guy wanted to have sex with him. His young dick was straining against the fabric of his shorts so painfully, rock hard and throbbing. As soon as they pulled away, Mike reached over and grabbed Bobby’s crotch.

“Wow,” he said with a laugh. “What have we here? All primed and ready.” He rubbed Bobby’s hard dick and Bobby responded by moaning loudly and throwing his head back against the seat’s head rest. Mike took Bobby’s hand and placed it on his own crotch. Bobby felt the hardness of Mike’s manhood. Mike felt huge under Bobby’s palm. The two young men were both moaning as they each fondled the other’s erection. Mike could hardly keep his attention on his driving. It was evident that they desired each other. Bobby was not too concerned about the size of his dick, long but pencil-thin but he marveled at the feel of Mike’s thick erection.

“Fuck,” Mike moaned as Bobby rubbed up and down his jeans. “You are so hot, Bobby. I’m so fucking hard for you, baby.”

Bobby rubbed the erection harder, more urgently.

“Easy, Bobby,” Mike said, starting to pant. “Don’t make me lose my load in my jeans.”

“Oh, Mike. I want your load in my mouth, on my body, in my belly.”

“You are going to get it in all those places and more, baby,” Mike said. “Just hold back on the rubbing until we get home.”

The two young men, actually, the teen and the young man, wistfully let go of each other’s crotch and took a breather. Bobby bent over and kissed Mike’s exposed neck. He felt Mike shiver at the touch of his lips. He wanted his lips not only on Mike’s neck, but all over his body, up his hairy thighs, around his manhood, on his chest and nipples. Bobby had already undressed Mike in his mind’s eye.

Mike picked up a couple of cans of soda and bags of chips. “Just in case,” he explained to Bobby. “You want to smell of stuff guys have when they go to the movies. We also need to check on what’s playing tonight and where.”

Wow! Bobby mused. Mike could think of everything. As they walked into Mike’s apartment, Bobby was astonished at the number of books that Mike had on shelves and side tables. This was the kind of place he loved to have. He felt so relaxed and taken by the layout of the apartment that he jumped when Mike grabbed his ass from behind.

Mike’s hands moved around Bobby’s waist as he hugged him from behind. Bobby could feel the erection against his butt and he pressed back as he arched his head to receive Mike’s hot, wet lips on the side of his neck. Slowly, ever so slowly, Mike turned him around, moving his lips to meet those of the boy. Bobby already had his mouth open and Mike’s tongue probed into it with lust. The two bodies pressed on each other in an embrace that got them both shaking with desire.

As if in slow motion and, to Bobby as if in a dream, they moved to the couch. Without breaking the kiss, they sat next to each other. Mike’s arm was around Bobby’s head pulling him closer and kissing him deeper. Bobby was rubbing up and down Mike’s thighs, reaching the crotch and feeling the hardness inside the jeans.

They made out for a while until Mike broke away. He undressed Bobby. It was so erotic for Bobby to feel Mike’s hands all over him, as he took off his shirt, pulled down his shorts, and made him step out of his boxers. He stood in the middle of the room, totally naked, his erect dick plastered to his belly, and his fuzzy balls hanging low. Mike got on the carpet between Bobby’s legs and licked his way up to the thighs and the hanging balls. At the same time, he took off his shirt. Bobby looked down to see the hottest man-chest he had ever laid his eyes on. Mike’s chest was ultra-sexy, with a thick patch of dark curly hair in the middle between the pink nipples and a few curly hairs around them. The hair trail down to the waist of the jeans was so inviting that Bobby felt he could shoot ten loads just by looking at it.

Mike took Bobby’s balls in his mouth. One hand grabbed the his penis and pressed on it. Circumcised, Bobby’s dick head mushroomed out of proportion to his thin cock shaft, and Mike was rubbing on the head. Then Mike started to lick up Bobby’s crack. Instinctively, Bobby spread his legs to give his lover more access.

Bobby’s whole body was on fire, but now as he felt Mike’s tongue flicking at his ass hole, he burned and sizzled with lust. Even while rimming the hot young, fuzzy crack and pink, puckered boy hole, Mike was able to pull off his pants and briefs. His cock, as Bobby had expected, was a real man-size tool, both in length and in girth. It was hard, pointing upwards from his thick black pubes, some eight inches or more, also cut and mushroomed. The thickness was also impressive and Bobby couldn’t help himself from licking his lips that were getting as dry as sand with lust, thinking of how this man-cock was going to replace the wet flicking tongue servicing his tight hole.

Bobby had never been fucked up the ass before. He had experienced the feeling of a friend’s dick rub up and down his crack and around his hole a few times. But invariably, the guy humping him shot his load before penetration was even tried. He had always wondered how it would feel with a hard cock entering his body. Now, he was going to get the real deal.

They moved back to the couch, naked and erected. Hungrily, Bobby bent over Mike’s groin and took the cock head between his lips. Oh, god, it tasted so delicious. It throbbed in his mouth and Mike thrust his hips up to shove more meat inside. Bobby’s lips stretched to the maximum as the mushroom head buried in his mouth and the thick shaft followed. He gagged. Coughing, he pulled off, spit dribbling from his mouth onto Mike’s cock and pubes. Mike was playing with his hair and pushing his head back down on the hard glistening cock. Bobby tried again, breathing deep through his nose and was able to take the shaft half way down. Mike’s pubes looked so inviting that, with an aching jaw and stretched lips, he made himself swallow more cock and move down the rock-hard shaft to the base. He had to fight back the gagging, but he was finally able to take Mike in all the way. Mike groaned audibly and moved his hips against Bobby’s face. Bobby’s nose was buried in the dark pubic hair as his throat felt the throbbing manhood.

It was a blow job that neither young man had experienced before. None of the boys that Bobby sucked had such a thick cock. Bobby had never wanted to suck off any other guy as much as he wanted, needed, to suck off Mike.

Mike had never been deep-throated before either. The women he’d been with would just give him cursory licks and flicks, and a few pursed lips around the head. The guys he had had sex with invariably gave up after the initial gagging and resorted to fisting the lower part of his cock shaft as they worked the head with their mouths. Bobby, now, was eating him to the base. The feeling of the tight lips around his cock base was electrifying and the buildup of cum in his balls was dangerously getting to the explosion point. He forced himself not to shoot yet. He pulled Bobby up and embraced him, kissing his mouth, both bodies naked and locked onto each other.

The two guys were now ready to take this making-out one step further. Both of them were almost on the edge of shooting their load. It was time for Mike to prepare for the real love making. Bobby was even more ready. He needed for Mike to ride him, make love to him, enter him, fuck him.

Placing Bobby on his stomach, Mike reached for a condom from one of the side tables.

“Let me, Mike,” Bobby begged. “Can I? Please? Can I put it on you?”

Mike handed Bobby the condom, feeling more excited at this proposition. With gentle love, Bobby rolled the condom over the head. He had to stretch it to be able to get the shaft in. It was so thick, which filled him with both lust and fear of pain. He followed his fingers with his lips, taking in the now-sheathed cock into his mouth. He shivered with anticipation.

Mike held the gel tube, offering it to Bobby who seemed to enjoy all the preparations for their love-making. After kissing the cock head through the condom, Bobby dribbled some gel and rubbed it around the head and down the shaft. The sensations were intense for Mike. He took some gel from Bobby who was still holding the tube and applied it into the boy’s crack, rubbing around the puckered hole. He could feel it twitching at his rubbing.

“Bobby,” Mike whispered, pushing the tip of his finger tip into the boy’s body. “Is this painful?” Mike wanted to fuck Bobby very bad, but he didn’t want to hurt the boy in any way.

“Oh, no, Mike. Yes, please. It’s fantastic,” Bobby mumbled as his hole squeezed on the finger. It felt wonderful. Mike was finger-fucking him. And it was not painful at all.

“The gel has a desensitization agent. This will make you not feel the pain so much,” Mike explained. “Baby, just tell me to stop when you hurt, ok?”

Bobby nodded in response, his hole twitching like crazy around the two fingers that Mike had already inserted inside him and was turning them round and round, stretching the hole muscle.

Mike lay on top of Bobby, lifting his hips, his cock inside the boy’s crack. The lube on both Mike’s cock and inside Bobby’s crack was making the rubbing very slick and Mike felt as if he was already fucking his lover.

Aligning his cock head at Bobby’s puckered, slippery hole, Mike gently pushed. Bobby screamed into the cushion. Mike stopped immediately.

“We don’t have to do this, Bobby,” Mike suggested with regret, but he didn’t want to cause this beautiful boy any harm.

“Yes, we do, Mike,” whimpered, his hole already aching. “I have dreamed about this for ages, about my hot lover making love to me and filling me with his love tool. But be gentle, ok?”

Mike gently prodded the hole and felt the rim stretch for him. He increased the pressure and his cock head slipped inside. Again, the boy’s scream was muffled by the cushion and Mike immediately froze.

“Oh, fuck, baby, I’m hurting you,” Mike said apologetically. “Just relax, Bobby. I need to fuck you, baby. Relax for me.”

Mike bent forward and nibbled on Bobby’s ear and licked the nape of his neck, whispering how much he loved him and how badly he wanted to fill him with his cock. Soon, Mike felt Bobby relax and the squeeze on the ridge of his cock knob eased. He thrust gently and his cock started to slide in. Aided by the lube, the shaft moved into the ass tunnel more easily as Bobby panted into the cushion.

Once his cock was deeply buried inside the boy’s hole, Mike held still again letting Bobby get used to his cock size. Bobby was on fire. The kissing and love words whispered in his ear, Mike’s weight on his back, the feel of the hot man-cock stretching his hole, all of this put him on fire. He felt his hole suck Mike deeper into his body. He was filled with his lover’s love tool. The initial pain was starting to recede and he was thankful for Mike not to have started pounding him. The fullness of his insides with Mike’s cock was intoxicating.

Bobby allowed himself to push back on Mike’s groin, the pubic hairs pressed against his bubble butt, and feel even more cock invade him deeper. Mike was moaning and responded with grinding against Bobby’s butt. Bobby’s fuck tunnel had completely engulfed the engorged cock.

As soon as Mike felt Bobby respond, emitting sounds of pleasure rather than of pain, he started the fucking: gently at first, slowly pulling out to just the knob ridge, and then gently thrusting in all the way to the base.

“Oh, fuck, Mike,” Bobby moaned. “Yes, baby, fuck me. Fill me. Harder. Faster. Fuck my ass. Oh, Mike, I love you so much.”

This made Mike even more excited and he began earnest fucking. His thrusts turned to pounding. His balls slapped on Bobby’s ass as he pumped in and out of the beautiful young man under him. Bobby turned his head sideways and Mike didn’t hesitate to bend and take his mouth with his lips, his pounding getting deeper and harder. The kissing made his balls respond by building up a load.

“Bobby, baby, I’m going to shoot,” Mike panted.

“Fill me. Yes. Please, Mike,” Bobby rode on Mike’s throbbing cock meeting his thrusts.

Mike wrapped his arms around the Bobby’s body.  With one hand, he squeezed the nipples, and with the other hand, he fisted the boy’s long, very hard, erection and started to stroke him in rhythm with his fucking. A few strokes later, as Mike was getting ready to shoot his load, Bobby let out a scream and filled Mike’s palm with his boy juice. Mike felt the squeezing of Bobby’s rim muscle on his cock base with every squirt, which brought him over the edge. With one huge last thrust, he exploded. Never in his life as a fucking adult had Mike ever cum with such intensity. It seemed to go on forever, his cock spurting sperm squirt after squirt.

Finally the two young men finished squirting and started to come down from the sex high they had just experienced. Mike slumped on top of Bobby, his hand still holding the sticky pencil-thin dick which was starting to soften. His own cock was still hard inside bobby, but he realized that for the first fuck this was enough for the boy’s virgin ass. He pulled out slowly.

Bobby groaned at the emptiness he felt when Mike’s cock left his body. “Mike, baby,” he said. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, kid,” Mike slapped Bobby’s butt playfully.

Around two weeks later, after numerous sex bouts, Bobby told Mike that he was coming out of the closet to his family, and that he was going to announce to them their relationship. He told Mike that he wanted him to be there when he made the announcement.

Mike wasn’t very hot to the idea, but he had to submit to Bobby’s wishes. He loved Bobby too much to let their relationship end, even if that meant that he himself would come out as gay as well.

“Mom,” Bobby cornered his mother that afternoon as she was preparing dinner. Donald was coming over and she was busy with the different dishes. “I’d like to bring Mike over for dinner, too. Can I?”

His mother stopped chopping the onion and looked at her son.

“Bobby, baby, are you sure you want to do that?”

She knew that Bobby had something going with Mike. She had recognized that love-struck look on his face since he started going out supposedly to the movies and other places with Donald’s best man. She was afraid for her son, but she had realized that no matter what she did, she couldn’t change the fact the Bobby was gay. She had to be sympathetic and supportive.

“Yes, Mom,” Bobby wasn’t hundred-per-cent sure, but he really was set on making his love known.

“Ok, honey, I’ll set an extra place for Mike.”

She resumed her chopping, dreading the moment. She knew that Bobby’s father was going to disapprove. But all she could do was to try to smooth things over as best she could.

Bobby called Mike and asked him to come to dinner. Mike had his own fears, but he had decided that he would go along.

Around 8 o’clock, Donald arrived. Fifteen minutes later, Mike buzzed and was led in by a beaming, but inwardly scared shitless, Bobby.

“I brought some wine,” Mike handed Bobby’s mother a bottle of French red wine.

“Oh, that’s so sweet of you, Mike,” she regarded him with a knowing look in her eyes. “Come in and make yourself comfortable. Fred will be down in a minute.”

Mike and Bobby joined Donald and Sheila in the living room. When Bobby’s dad came in ten minutes later, they all moved to the dining room for dinner. Bobby was a ball of nerves, but Mike looked cool as a cucumber.

Half-way through the dinner, Bobby cleared his throat and, grabbing onto Mike’s thigh under the table, he said in a trembling voice, “Everybody, I have something to say.”

There was immediate silence at the serious tone. Bobby’s dad put down his fork and looked at him expectantly, still chewing the food in his mouth.

Bobby cleared his throat and blurted, “I love Mike and I would like all of you to welcome him as a member of our family.”

Bobby’s mother was staring at her husband with fear in her eyes. Sheila looked incredulous. Donald was frowning accusingly at his friend. Mike was trying his best to avoid looking at any of them.

“In love with Mike?” Bobby’s father croaked, barely able to swallow his last bite. “With Mike? This Mike?”

“Now, Fred,” Bobby’s mother butted in before her husband could say something irretrievable. “Bobby is an adult, and if this is what he feels and wants, I think we should all respect that.”

“Adult, my ass,” Fred was definitely angry. “Bobby? Are you a homo? Mike? You, too?”

“Sir,” Mike looked at Fred’s eyes without flinching. “I love Bobby as much as I could love anyone. It’s not about being a homo. It’s about how we feel for each other.”

Bobby’s mother suddenly got up and pulled her husband off his chair. “Fred, I need you in the kitchen. Excuse us.”

She dragged her husband away, Fred being in a daze.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” Donald finally came out of his shock. “You’re my best man, for fuck’s sake, Mike. What are you doing fucking around with Sheila’s kid brother?”

“Donald,” Sheila put her hand on her fiancé’s arm. “Mom and Dad have raised us to think and do as freely as we like. Mike has done nothing wrong. If as Bobby and Mike say that they are in love, so be it. We are in love too, honey. Take it easy, will you?”

Before Donald could respond, Bobby’s parents walked back from the kitchen.

“Bobby? Mike?” Fred said as he walked towards the dinner table. “My first reaction was to kick your asses out of my house. But Mary has just cleared my mind and although I don’t think I can give you my blessing, I can at least accept what you are. And Bobby, son,” he added softly and out of character, “I love you no matter what.”

The scene turned mushy. The two men were appeased, and the two women inwardly exhaled a sigh of relief. Bobby caught Sheila’s quick glance at their mother as if to say: “Why haven’t you told me about this, mom?”

The rest of the evening went by, not as normally as one would expect, but fairly acceptable, with everyone trying their best to hedge the issue of Bobby and Mike being lovers. When Mike rose to leave, Bobby announced that he was leaving with him and that he won’t be back home tonight.

The love-making in Mike’s apartment was fierce that night. The two lovers were liberated. Mike fucked Bobby like there was no tomorrow. He kept pounding into him, pouring all his love through his hard cock and his hot lips. That night, there were no condoms. Mike’s semen filled Bobby, and Bobby was in ecstasy.  With every load, and there were many that night, Bobby was more connected to his lover. With every load, Mike was more committed to his relationship with this beautiful boy.

The two years they spent as lovers were the most memorable for both of them. They had other lovers later on, after they broke off, when Mike was assigned to a post overseas. But no relationship was ever close to what they had. They stayed in touch, and whenever Mike came back home to visit, it was a foregone deal that they would spend the time together no matter who they were seeing at the time. Bobby’s first love, however, remained for a lifetime.