Previously ... “All right guys, time to get cleaned up for bed”, I announced. We all enjoyed washing each other’s beautiful bodies. Amazingly, all of us got hard again, even after the steamy lovemaking. You thought I was going to say sex. No, my friend. It was much more than that. I was happy that James and Robb had bonded. Both James, whom I’d known since we were kids, and Robb, who I’d had a soft spot in my heart for almost a year, would become an integral part of my life. We would love each other, have sex with each other and all together, and love would be the operative word. Jealousy wasn’t allowed in our relationship.
After a shooter to relax us, we climbed into bed. Nothing was said, but I ended up in the middle. I slept through the night with nothing to interrupt the peaceful feeling that I now had.
I woke up to birds chirping and light coming through the window whose curtain hadn’t been drawn the night before. It’s amazing the things you forget when thinking with your little head. I had my arm on Robb’s chest; he was still asleep, but James wasn’t in bed! I got up and looked around, worried he had ‘virgin’s remorse’. I found a note on the coffee table.
Thanks for a night I will never forget or would ever want to.
Sorry, I have to work today, so I left at the crack of
sparrow shit. Stop in when you leave and I will give you
my new city cell number. There’s stuff I need
to ask you. Sorry, I can’t remember the number
and I don’t have my new iPhone with me.
Luvz ya, James
I smiled to myself, “Great, no guilt.” I put on the coffee, poured some orange juice, and checked on Robb, who was just wiping the sleep out of his eyes. Taking the juice he said, “I could get used to this service.”
I pulled the covers back and seeing his hard cock, I said, “I could get used to this service”, as I gave it a happy squeeze.
“Do you have to be back tonight,” I asked.
“The only thing on my dance card is meeting a new guy on the team at the pool Monday afternoon. Coach will to be out of town, and asked if I would show him around and see how he performs in the water. Besides, when I talked to him, he had a cute sounding accent. He has been on a team all through high school and in his freshman year, and I’m told he is really good. He transferred from New Zealand to be at our school, so I thought I’d grab a bite with him, after, if he isn’t busy, and show him some hospitality” he said, with one hand on his hip imitating Mae West. “Maybe you could join us, Scott?” he asked.
“Sounds like a plan. We can leave in the morning.
I want to call the guy at the paper and I need to take some new drawings to the loft before noon and check on progress.
“Loft, what’s that all about?” Robb inquired.
“You mean I didn’t tell you about selling the house, and buying a large loft in a renovated warehouse, a fifteen minute walk from school, and close both to public transit and two freeways?”
“Scott, it sounds Marvy! Are you looking for a roommate?” he asked.
Strangely, that thought had been going through my mind as I woke up with my arm draped over him.
“Robb, I’m not sure if that would be a good idea. Our schoolwork could suffer.” Robb, always the happy guy, looked really disappointed, but tried to hide it. “I didn’t say no, because I would love it. We both need to sleep on it, and think about it with clear heads,” I concluded. At least his smile came back. “Robb, The loft is over 5000 square feet. There would be room for the whole team to live there for that matter, so from that angle there isn’t a problem. In any event, you are going to see the loft, plenty. It’s going to have a good size whirlpool on one of the terraces. It has a 16 foot high ceiling and will have a working fireplace. There will also be room to set up a photo studio, which can be pushed out of the way when we have a beer bust. The developer has done some nice touches, like a vestibule when you come in, with glass block walls and a solid inner door to stop noise from coming from, or in my case, going to, the hallway. The access to the second floor sleeping area and bath, with a huge shower room, is from the vestibule, too. So, if anyone is sleeping, they won’t be disturbed by noise from the main floor. Please note, Robb, I said ‘if’.”
“Scott, I hope we can work it out so I can live with you, because I haven’t slept as peacefully as I have this weekend, in a couple of years. Ever since my brother raped me, I sleep so lightly that a random creak of the floor puts me in panic mode and I can’t get back to sleep again.”
I embraced Robb, rubbing his back. “Man, I’m so sorry. It really sucks that that happened,” I said.
“It was bad enough before, when he would get drunk and stick his cock in my mouth. If I didn’t give him a good blow-job, he would grab my head and fuck my face. It isn’t fun when you are forced to do it; it’s gross. To make it worse, my brother is a pig -- he doesn’t shower very often,” Robb confessed.
I was in tears now. How could anybody do such a horrible thing to the sweetest guy I’ve ever met? He was crying now, too, and holding on to me for dear life. “Robb, you’ve spent your last night under that roof -- you will live with me at the big house until the loft is ready, and you will be my roommate!” He was bawling his eyes out now.
“Scott, (sniff ) these are tears of joy (sniff). I didn’t know what to do -- I had considered something drastic, and then you came along; it’s like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Another thing, I want you to fuck me.”
I was astonished he would say that. “I will, Robb, when you are ready.”
We spent several hours sunning in the nude, with towels ready in case a boat came too close. We took turns slathering sun block on each other, paying particular attention to the parts of the anatomy that never saw the sun. Robb got me so horny that I said, either we jump in the cold water or have sex. We looked at each other, and started beating each other off. Even a hand job from Robb felt great. A couple of times I put my hand on his to stop him, because I wanted it to last longer. I watched his body carefully, for any sign he was getting close; when he was, I slowed down or stopped. We kept it up for about 45 minutes.
“I want to swallow your cum, Scott.”
We assumed the 69 position and managed to cum at the same time. Robb’s big balls produced a lot, recovering quickly. I was getting to like jism blasting into my mouth. I didn’t like beer the first time I had it; cum was the same. With cum, it was more the pleasure of getting someone off with my lips, mouth and throat than the taste. When James or Robb started shooting in my mouth, it was a sure thing that I would cum momentarily.
We got our fair share of sun. It makes me sleepy, but I was parched, so we went into the cottage and made some lemon-aid.
“Feel like a nap, babes?” I asked.
“Any excuse so I can be in bed with you, Scott.”
I bent over, and kissed the head of his flaccid schlong. How that boy could go from completely soft, to having it slap his tummy, in two seconds, was beyond me, but it always made me hard! Rob lay down on top of me, with his ass pressed against my cock. I thought it was his way of telling me he wanted me to fuck him, but I wanted him to be really comfortable with the idea before we did it. He was fragile after what he had been through. I guess he was looking at me as his savior, so I didn’t want to rush into anything. I held him on top of me.
“Scott, I like how that feels.”
“That makes two of us, Bambi.” As he wiggled around, he was making me crazy.
“Are you going to fuck me now?” he asked.
“Turn over, so I can look into your eyes.” I saw fear and apprehension; I kissed his succulent lips. Robb, I will fuck you when the time is right. I don’t think it is, just yet.” He had a look of relief on his face, and kissed me deeply.
“I’ve been right about you all along. You are the only guy I’ve met that I feel I can trust completely. That wasn’t supposed to be a test, but if it was, I know I can trust you with my life. Coming from someone that has had his trust violated, that is the highest praise I can give anybody. If you think I’m sucking up because you are taking me in, you don’t know me.”
“Robb, not another word about it. The truth of the matter is, I’m taking you in, as you put it, because I need the rent money.” He had an incredulous look on his face. “Robb, I was kidding!”
It made me feel good to see him laugh and smile and kiss and do all the unique things he does when he is with me. I was looking forward to ‘Robb the roommate’. We are polar opposites. He is happy, outgoing, laughed easily and long, and would give you a smile anytime. I’m more like my old man: serious, have to work at smiling, could be a bit of a loner, and have had depression. I’m slow to make friends but when I do, the friendship is intense and unshakeable. Bambi was dear to my heart. I didn’t know if we would end up being lovers; I just knew how good he made me feel. To think that 48 hours ago, I was still in the closet.
We dozed off, spooning, with the breeze blowing over our hard swimmers bodies. Although the nap was only about an hour, it recharged our batteries. I was famished, but didn’t feel like cooking. We jumped in the boat, and headed to the marina. Some couple from town sets up a hotdog/sausage stand there on weekends, and do a great business. Robb had a jumbo hotdog, complete with the fixings and rude remarks; I had one of their German style sausages. As we finished, we ran into James. “Hey dude, what’s up,” I asked.
“Not much. I was hoping you would stop in before you headed back to the city. I need to talk to you.”
“James, before I forget, put your new cell number in.” I handed him my phone as we finished eating.
“Robb, can you excuse us for a few minutes? I need to talk to Scott.”
James and I went into the showroom. I figured he was going to turn on the pressure to sell me a boat.
“Sorry for excluding Robb, but I wanted to ask you privately. As you know, I will be starting college in the fall, and like I said, yesterday, I need to figure out where I am going to live. Seeing as how great we get along in every possible way, is there any possibility I could stay with you? I don’t expect a free ride, just so you know.” he asked.
“Interesting, James. That’s why I needed your cell number. As I mentioned, I’m having a huge loft custom finished to my specs. It’s a 5000 square foot penthouse and could accommodate the entire team. It’s a 15 minute walk to campus. If you share expenses and food, You’re welcome to stay there. You can put your shoes under my bed, too! Another thing, you will know one of the guys who’s going to live with me,” I said.
If there was a cash reward for the most clueless look on a person’s face, James would be rich from that one. “Remember I told you about Robb getting raped? Anyway, he asked if he could room with me, and initially I told him I would think about it. I didn’t realize the sexual assaults were ongoing and escalating. So I told him this morning that he is going to live with me, effective immediately. He means a lot to me, and it isn’t worth the risk having him in the same room as his brother one more night. So James, if you are cool with the three of us living together, I would be thrilled to have you -- and often, ya big, handsome hunk.”
“Is once a day, enough? Are three too many,” he joked.
We rejoined Robb on the dock. We were all so happy that by the third week of August we would be under the same roof. The guys gave each other a lateral hug. “James, we are meeting a new guy on the team tomorrow afternoon, and have decided to stay up here and leave early in the morning, to avoid the Sunday night traffic. So, if you look out and see my car during the night, you will know why,” I mentioned.
“Hmmm, and if my best friend invited me to sleep over, I wouldn’t see your car,” he suggested.
“Nice fishing trip, mister. Looking for an invite, are you,”
I asked James.
He turned red. “If it’s not doable, just tell me Scott”.
“Hun, if you want to come sleep with us, just tell me you are coming over. What’s mine is yours, and what’s yours is big enough for 2,” I said.
“And mine is yours, too, James,” Robb said, with an exaggerated wink.
“James, aren’t you concerned your parents are going to start asking embarrassing questions,” I asked.
“They can ask whatever they want. If they are suspicious of me spending a couple of nights with you and jump to conclusions, I will answer truthfully. If they ask if I’m gay, I’ll tell them yes. If they ask if I love you, I will tell them I always have, but now it’s more intense,” James said.
“That’s pretty ballsy man, like how do you think they would react,” I asked.
“I really think they both would be fine with it. Mom told me she was happy I was spending the night with you because we have always been such good friends. It’ll be interesting when I tell them I’m going to be at your place two nights in a row. You’ve given me the strength to fess up if that’s what it takes. If they kick me out, I’m sure I can get a part time job to pay my share at the loft, and get a student loan for tuition”.
“I don’t think they are going to give you the boot, but if you want to test the theory, your dad is over there and glancing over in this direction, so I could wrap my arms around you and lock lips with you,” I jokingly suggested.”
“Go ahead, I could use a good kiss.”
“No, James, that would embarrass your dad. I won’t do that, but you better get those butterfly shaped lips all puckered up when you come over,” I said.
“Scott, take my boat -- tell me what you think of it, and I will bring it back in the morning. See you after dinner, guys, James said, as he pushed the boat away from the dock.”
“Come over as soon as you can, because we need to get an early start. You know the saying, ‘early to bed early to RISE’ or ‘the early worm gets to peck at your pecker’.”
I gave the Monterey a good try-out on the way back; it was really powerful. I could be happy with that boat. Turning on the CD, I discovered James likes dance/techno/trance music. The audio system was spectacular. I took Robb on a little trip around the lake, pointing out cottages of the rich and famous. I pulled the boat into our dock, nudging it into reverse to bring it to a stop. The controls and hydraulic steering made it a dream to handle. I noted the hour meter was showing less than 50 hours.
We stripped each other, nude, grabbing our towels and a couple of beers, and headed out to the dock for a little more sun. Robb lay between my legs with his head on my chest. I put my arms around him.
“Scott, I’m happy James will be living with us -- he is really a nice guy. I feel I’ve known him for a long time. He seems different, maybe just not jaded? Do you think he is going to come out to the ‘rents?”