Construction Days

© by The Lavender Quill, 2002

Warning: the following story contains graphic descriptions of male/male sex between consenting adults. If that sort of thing bothers you, or you are a minor, or it is illegal for you to read this type of content under the laws of your area, don’t read any further.

This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual people or events is purely coincidental.

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Setting: Sacramento, California, 2002.

Chapter 7.

Robby looked at me. I held his hand, hoping he would decide to stay the night. I prayed I wasn't blowing it. Please say yes, please say yes.

He dug out his cellular phone and hit a speed dial number. It rang for quite a while, then he said, "Hi Mom. It's Robby… Yeah, I know it's late. Sorry. You know how you told me you don't want me to drive if I've been drinking? Well, I'm gonna crash at a buddy's place tonight, okay?" He looked at me as he listened to her for a minute. "Yeah, I'll be there. Don't worry, I'll be fine. Bye." He clicked off and said to me, "I guess I forgot to tell her I only had two beers and that was hours ago." He smiled at his cleverness.

I was thrilled. I was ecstatic. I was so afraid he wouldn't do it. I reached over and gave him a quick kiss. "Thank you." I released him and jumped out of the van. I was so exited, I ran across the parking lot like a kid. He locked the van and chased after me. He caught up to me at the elevator. Once inside the elevator, he kissed me hungrily the whole way up. Only three floors, but it was a slow elevator. It was around 2:00am, so the risk of someone catching us was pretty low.

Once off the elevator we walked down the hall to my door. I started to reach for my keys, but Robby grabbed me from behind. "Let me get it," he said. He slid one hand in my pocket, and ran the other hand under my shirt up my chest. He ground his crotch against my ass as he supposedly searched my pocket for keys, not that I was complaining. His hand found my rapidly hardening cock. He squeezed it gently, and rubbed my nipple with the other hand. I looked around to make sure nobody else was in the hallway.

"I don't think your keys are in here," he said softly.

"Keep checking," I said, leaning a hand against the door frame.

He grasped my cock and rubbed along the length of it. I sighed. "I don't think this is your keys," he said.

"Are you sure?"

I could feel his hardness against my ass now too. He rubbed my cock some more. "Pretty sure," he said. "Guess maybe I'll try the other pocket." He pulled his hand out of my pocket and snaked it up under my shirt, then brought the other down to the opposite pocket. He dug deep, feeling my balls, ignoring the keys that were in that pocket. "Mmmmm. This doesn't feel like keys either."

"You're sure?" I said. I could hardly breath. He slowly rubbed a finger around my nipple. "God, Robby, I think you are trying to make me come in my pants again. At least wait till we get inside."

He chuckled softly and stopped fondling my balls. He pulled my keys out. "Are these your keys?"

"Thanks," I said, taking them from him and trying to get my breathing under control. I could hear him whisk his shirt over his head as I inserted the key in the lock. I managed to get us inside and deadbolted the door before I totally lost control. I dropped my keys on the floor and left them there.

He started pulling my clothes off right there in the entryway. My shirts ended up on the floor next to the keys. He pushed me up against the wall and locked his lips to mine. My tongue sought out his in frantic desire. I wrapped my arms around him and crushed our naked torsos together. His hand plunged down between us, and I could feel him undoing the buttons of the fly of my Levi's. I pulled my head away and gasped for breath. "God you make me so horny." I kicked my shoes off.

"Couch again?" he asked giggling. "Or do you think you can make it to the bedroom this time?"

I grabbed him under his ass and lifted him off the floor. He wrapped his legs around my waist, and I carried him like that to my bedroom. I almost didn't make it to the bed, because my unbuttoned Levi's were starting to slide down off my hips and I almost fell. I dropped him unceremoniously on the bed. I let my pants drop the rest of the way and kicked them away. I flipped on the light--I wanted to be able to see his gorgeous body. I decided it was way too bright, and flipped it back off again. The light coming in from the other room would have to do.

When I turned back to Robby, he had dropped his watch and shoes to the floor. He lay on my bed with his arms behind his head, one leg cocked to the side, smiling at me. There was a substantial bulge in his leather pants. Just looking at him like that made my cock throb.

My briefs were a sticky mess of pre-come, and I shucked them off. I had been aroused, and in varying states of hardness off and on for hours, and it was a relief to finally escape the restriction of clothes. I stood before him, my erection standing straight out. Mine isn't the biggest cock in Sacramento, but certainly nothing to be ashamed of either.

"OooOOoooo," Robby cooed. "Is that for me?" He reached for my hand and pulled me down on top of him. We dived into another kiss. As our tongues explored each other's mouths, his soft fingers trailed down my back and across my ass. I pressed my hardness against his leather bound crotch and smooth stomach, rubbing up and down as his hands explored my ass. Our lips never parted. The fingers of one hand slid into the crack of my ass. When I felt his soft finger caress my rosebud, my balls contracted in familiar warning. I pulled my lips from his.

"Wait!" I gasped. "Robby, oh God, hold up." He giggled and pulled his finger away from my most sensitive area. "You are so fucking hot! At least let me get you naked before you make me come." I sat up on my knees, straddling his legs. "These leather pants are great, but they have to go." I unfastened the top button, and unzipped his fly. I leaned down and kissed the soft creamy skin of his smooth flat belly. Lifting his hips slightly, I slid the tight pants down. I rocked back and pulled them all the way off, leaving him in only a pair of low cut briefs.

I stared at the bulging briefs for a moment. I was almost nervous about his reputed size. Sensing my hesitation, he reached down and slipped his briefs off himself.

I stared momentarily. "I think Jeremy is right," I said. "It has to be the biggest cock in Sacramento."

"It's not that big," he protested, just as he had at the party.

In reality, Robby was probably right. His uncut cock really was quite large. Erect, and laying flat up on his stomach, it reached past his belly button. My cock is thicker than many, but Robby's looked like I might barely be able to reach around it. In other words, it really is big. Not cartoon big. Not as big as some of the biggest I've seen in pictures I've found on the internet. Not, like, mutant huge, not like some written claims I’ve read about. But nevertheless impressive. Since Robby otherwise looks like he is maybe seventeen, it looks all the more huge relative to his body size than it might on a bigger guy.

"Stop staring." Robby said, actually sounding a little put out.

I climbed back on to him and kissed him. I realized something about his size bothered him. I would have thought I would be proud to have a shlong that big. Then I remembered how so many of the guys at the party wanted to get into his pants. Does he feel like he is only popular because of his big cock, I wondered? His size certainly had something to do with the relationship between Robby and Alex. It was at the center of their competition. He'd said nobody ever held him like I had. That he'd never spent the night with a guy, leaving only a series of sexual encounters. It made sense that he thought people only wanted his cock. For many, it may even be true.

"I'm sorry, Robby," I said. I kissed him again. "But get real. Half the people at the party were talking about it. It probably isn't the biggest cock in Sacramento, but it IS pretty fuckin big, and you know it. We've been making out for almost a week, and this is the first time I've seen it. How can you expect me NOT to look at it?"

"I suppose you're right. Sometimes I get to feeling like a piece of meat. I shouldn't let it get to me."

"That's not what I meant. I know some of those guys at the party WERE treating you like a piece of meat. I'd probably feel the same way if people acted like that to me." I kissed him again. "But I'm not them. I like kissing you." And I kissed him again, a little harder. "I like the way you make me feel. I'm happy when I'm around you, and even when I'm thinking of you when you aren't around. I like the smell of you. I like everything about you. I like the way you look into my eyes. You make me feel sensual in a way I never have before."

"Okay, okay. Now I remember why I'm falling for you." He pulled me down and we began to seriously kiss again. He rolled me over, and climbed on me without breaking our kiss. We twined our legs together and held each other tighter as our kiss intensified. Our cocks ground against each other.

I pushed him back over onto his back. "I like your neck," I said, and kissed his neck. "I like your chest." I licked my way down. "Your nipples make me crazy." And I attacked them with my mouth. I stroked his big cock lightly as I licked around his nipples and sucked on them. I kept moving down. "I don't know why, but I just love your tummy." The flat expanse of soft luscious smooth skin drove me wild. I inhaled his fragrance and kissed my way down. My lips must have tickled him, because he flinched and laughed suddenly. When he did, his cock bonked my cheek. "Well, alright then. I can take a hint."

I eagerly took the head of his cock into my mouth. I bathed it with my tongue. It was much to big to ever hope to deep throat, but I started to slide my lips up and down, coating the thick shaft with saliva, taking more into my mouth with each stroke. Robby was moaning now, clutching at the sheets. His cock oozed pre-come into my mouth. "Mmmm, Robby. You taste so good." I licked his shaft from his balls all the way to the tip. "I want to taste it when you come. I want to swallow it." I plunged my mouth back down on his cock, taking as much of it in as I could till it prodded the back of my throat. I stroked my own throbbing cock as I bobbed up and down on his. His moans grew more urgent and his legs thrashed around gently. Encouraged, I intensified my efforts.

"Oh Kevin, that's nice." His hips were making small upward thrusts. "Oh, yeah. I'm almost there." I ran my hand up the soft skin of his inner thigh and brushed his balls lightly with my fingers. "Ahh, ahh." His hands balled into fists and I saw his belly tighten. I could tell he was about to come. A part of me wanted it to last longer, but there was no holding back at that point. I was almost there myself. "Mmmmm!" he cried, and his cock erupted in my mouth. His warm thick boy juice shot past my tongue. After the second jet, I swallowed it eagerly, relishing his essence. More followed, and my senses overloaded. I began to shoot my load too, gooey strands of ejaculate splashing up on his legs and my stomach as he finished emptying himself into my mouth.

Finally, spent, I collapsed on to my side. I took a couple of deep breaths and slid myself up next to him. He reached down with his fingers and wiped up some of my come off his leg, then brought it to his mouth. "Sorry I couldn't hold out any longer," I said. "I've been waiting all day for this."

"Me too. Don’t worry, we have all night. Next time we won’t have to rush.” He grinned. “At least we both got our clothes off this time." We both laughed, still panting for breath. I rested my hand on his chest, feeling it rise and fall rapidly as he tried to regain his breath, feeling his heart beat beneath my fingers. After a few minutes, He sat up. "I gotta pee. I'll be right back."

I sat up too. I flipped on a lamp on my night stand. Too bright, I thought. I'd have to get at dimmer bulb or something. Then I remembered the candles I'd bought. Doh! I walked out to the kitchen and drank down a glass of water. I picked up the keys and clothes that were dropped around the apartment, and turned off all the lights.

Robby was laying on the bed on his stomach when I returned to the bedroom. He looked almost exactly as he had in the picture he had emailed me.

"These seem new. Did you just get these sheets for me?"

"Yep," I said grinning, pleased that he had noticed. I crawled in next to him and turned off the light. "I just bought them this morning--well, yesterday morning now." I pulled the sheets up over us. He rolled to face me, and in the dark I traced my hand up his arm and over his shoulder. When I found his face, I leaned in and kissed him softly.

"Thank you for staying, Robby."

"Mmmm," he mumbled. He turned over and backed up to me so that I spooned him from behind. It was very late, and I was exhausted from the dancing and the sex. I slipped an arm around him and dropped immediately off to contented sleep.

* * * * *

I woke slowly. I smiled lazily. I could feel Robby's warm body against mine. His ass was squirming a little, and I realized he was awake. My cock was hard, not surprisingly, and pressing up between the cheeks of his ass. Dim light filtered through the blinds. It must be nearly dawn, I thought. I smiled as I came more awake.

I pulled him tighter to me and kissed him softly, lazily on his shoulder. "Been awake long?" I asked.

"Mmmm. A little while." He brought my hand up to his lips and kissed my fingers. "I'm glad I stayed. This is nice."

"Yeah, it is." I wanted to hold his body to mine like that forever. I nuzzled his neck. I was in sort of a half awake euphoric state. Almost like a dream. I pulled my hand up, and began to trace it slowly along the curves of his body, starting with his neck, up over his shoulder, dropping from his arm to his side, down along his ribs, across the soft stretch between the base of his rib cage and his hip bone, up along the curve of his hip. I rested my hand there for a moment. "I think I could get to like this." I pulled the sheets down below our waists so I could look at him.

He giggled softly. "I think I already do."

I let my hand slide forward off his hip. I brushed his cock, and found that it was completely hard. I figured we had only had maybe three or four hours sleep. I was still groggy, and it was still half dark. I was aroused, but too lazy to move very fast. "Mmmm," I said. "Are you trying to start something?" I brushed my fingers slowly up the length of his cock.

"I'm not sure. My practical side is telling me I should go back to sleep." He ground his ass back softly against my cock. "I think my practical side is going to lose this one."

We stayed snuggled together like that, little shifting motions, rubbing against each other gently. I traced lazy circles around his nipple with my finger. This erotic cuddling went on for some time.



He lifted his leg up and reached down between his legs for my cock. "I want you to fuck me." He placed the head of my cock right against his rosebud. "Just like this, like we are now. I want to feel you inside me."

I kissed his shoulder softly. "You sure?" I was getting harder, rousing a little more from my slumbering state.

"Yes. This is nice, but I can't get enough of you." He pushed himself against me. “I want all of you.”

"Woa, hold up a second." I rolled away from him. "Lets not completely abandon the practical side." I reached into the drawer of my night stand. I found a condom and a bottle of lube. They had been sitting there, unused since about a week after I moved in. He took the lube from me, and I peeled open the condom packet. He applied lube to his ass as I rolled the condom onto my cock. Then he generously lubed my tool. We rolled back to our previous position, and I wrapped both my arms around him from behind. He positioned me again at his ass hole. Before I had a chance to push, he pushed himself back against me. My cock head popped into his ass. I heard him suck air in through clenched teeth. I held him tight and didn't move.

I remembered Alex's vicious thrusting at the party, and determined that I would be gentle. I held my breath and waited for him to relax. I let out my breath and kissed the back of his neck. I wanted to keep that soft gentle feeling we had going. After a minute he started to push back again, and I slowly thrust about half way into him.

"Ohh, Kevin," he moaned. I rubbed my hand on his chest. I pulled my cock out just a tiny bit, then in again. "Yeah, that's it. God, this is so much nicer this way. Mmmm." I slowly did another little thrust. I was glad I had shot a load a few hours ago, or I don't think I could have held on to any self restraint. He reached his hand back and pulled at my hip. "A little more. Ohh. Keep going slow like that."

I slowly fucked him with short little strokes, each one going just fractionally deeper than the last. I could feel him adjusting to my size, and he matched my rhythm, pushing back slightly as I thrust. "God, Robby…" I lost control for a second on the next thrust, and kept on going till I was buried completely to the hilt inside of him. I felt his ass clamp down on my slick cock, and I squeezed him tight and held him still. "Sorry," I gasped. I took a ragged breath. "Are you okay?"

"Oh, God, yes." He took a deep breath. "No one has ever been this gentle with me before. God, Kevin, this feels so good with you holding me like this with your cock inside me. Just hold me for a minute."

"Mmmm," was all I could manage to say. I held him tight, and started kissing him behind his ear. I wondered how long I could hold him like that. Without moving at all, I could feel my arousal ebbing and waning, my cock occasionally pulsing, completely ensheathed in his channel.

I felt him start to move, his hips gyrating back against me. "Oh, Kevin. Please make love to me. Do it slow."

I pulled almost all the way out of him and slowly slid all the way back in. "How does that feel?" I sighed into his ear.

"Oh, yeah, just like that." He rolled his head back, and I kissed the side of his neck as I thrust again. "Mmmm." We began to develop a rhythm together of long deep slow strokes, holding each one momentarily at the point of deepest penetration. I thought I could maintain it for a while. I wanted it to last more than a few strokes. "Ohh," he moaned, "that's fantastic." He grasped my hand and twined his fingers between mine, and squeezed as we thrust. "Oh, Kevin." I kept going, thrusting, resisting the urge to go faster, resisting the race to a climax. Yet each agonizingly slow thrust still pushed me ever closer, ever deeper. He pulled my hand down his torso to his cock. He wrapped my fingers around the shaft near the head, then wrapped his hand around it near the base. His cock was big enough for both our hands, one above the other, up the shaft. We began to slowly stroke him to the rhythm of my thrusts into his canal. Every inch of my flesh from my knees to my shoulders was pressed against Robby.

"Robby… Robby… you're so beautiful… I can't hold back much longer."

"Don't hold back, Kevin. I'm almost there too."

I could feel the wave building. I kept going slow, but my thrusts were more urgent. I tried imbedding myself even deeper into him. I could feel his cock surge in my hand, and I rubbed my thumb over the foreskin that just barely stretched over half of his head.

"Ahhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh!" he cried out as his orgasm crested. Ropes of come leapt out of his big jerking cock. "Ahhhh! Ahhhh." I could feel his ass clamping down on my cock with each spasm, and that sent me right over the edge with him.

I clamped my mouth on his neck and began to empty myself into him. "MMMmmmmMMMmmmmMMMmmmph," I moaned into his neck as I filled the condom with jet after jet of come.

I released his cock and squeezed him tight in my arms as my cock surged one last time inside him. I held him for a long time as my breathing slowed. I opened my eyes at last, my lips still clamped to Robby's neck. I reached down and, grasping the condom, slowly eased my cock out of him. He reached back and held my leg, pulling me back close again. I finally released my lips from his neck--it would probably leave a hickey, I thought. I kissed his shoulder softly. "Are you okay?" I asked.

"Mmmm. I am so far past okay, I don't even know what to say." I started to roll on to my back. "No. Stay like this, please? Keep holding me just like we were."

"Um, well, can I get rid of the condom first?"

He chuckled and let go of my leg. I rolled over, slipped the condom off and wadded it up in some tissue. Then I rolled back. I snuggled up to him, and pulled the sheets up. I slipped my arm around him and drifted back to sleep.

* * * * *

Some time later, I woke again. I could hear a faint, high pitched beeping sound. I came more alert, and realized it was coming from somewhere in the room. I rolled over, searching for the source of the foreign sound. When I moved, Robby woke too. He paused, then suddenly sat up.

"That's my watch alarm," he said. "Sorry." He crawled sleepily over me and tumbled, naked, on to the floor. I laughed, and he crawled to where his watch lay on the floor. He picked it up and did something to make it stop beeping. He dropped the watch again and turned to me. "I gotta get up. I had to promise I'd be home in time to go to church."

He stood and scratched his stomach, which was flaky with dried come. I stared at his crotch briefly. This was the first I had seen him flacid. I was sort of surprised to see that, limp, his penis was no bigger than mine, probably smaller.

"What?" he asked.

"I'm just wondering how that thing gets so damn big. Do you ever, like, faint when you get hard? You know? From lack of blood to your brain?"

"Stop with the dick jokes, already. I've pretty much heard all of them, I think. Many, many times." He crawled back on the bed and straddled me. I thought he looked gorgeous in the morning light. I pulled his head down and kissed him sweetly on the lips. He sat up again, and I took his hand. We just sat like that for a minute or two, staring into each other's eyes. He smiled at me and sighed. "Can I use your shower?" He crawled off of me and stood again, but I still held his hand.

"Only if I get to wash your back," I said. I kicked the sheets off me and got up.

"If you're good, I'll even let you wash the front, too." he said with a lecherous smile. He turned and dashed for the bathroom with me in hot pursuit.

We both peed. Then I started the shower. I let Robby get in first, then stepped in with him. Our lips found each other under the warm spray. His tongue snaked into my mouth as the water cascaded down our bodies. I reached for the soap. I wet it and lathered his back as we continued to kiss.

"How am I doing so far?" I asked.

"Mmm," he smiled. "More fun than showering alone."

I could feel his cock hardening between us, pushing up between our bodies. Mine was too. I slid my hands down and lathered his ass. I handed him the soap and kneaded the soapy slick globes of his ass, grinding our hips together. I slowly started to slither a soapy finger down the crack of his ass, but he suddenly brushed my hand away when I neared his pucker.

"Careful stud boy," he said. I looked at him uncomprehendingly. "It's a little sore."

I was alarmed. I had thought I used plenty of lube, and was way more gentle than I had been with Sam, the marine. "Shit, Robby, did I hurt you? I'm sorry dude."

He smiled and shook his head. "Kevin, it's okay. It's always a little tender afterwards." He started to gently lather my chest. "You are pretty big yourself, you know. And I haven't done that in a while."

"I tried to go slow, like you said."

"You were great," he said, obviously trying to reassure me. I looked at him. "Really, Kevin." He looked down. "Guys that I've had sex with before have been pretty rough." I remembered the mechanic, and Alex. "I don't know why… I've kind of looked for that type of guy. I liked it, but sometimes it was pretty painful, both during and afterwards." He finished soaping up the front of me, and pulled me into an embrace. He kissed me softly. "Kevin, really, that was the most gentle, loving sex I've ever had. It felt great. I felt like… I don't know," he searched for the words, "like you were trying to please me as much as yourself. I can't begin to tell you how good that felt."

"Then why does it hurt?" I asked.

"It's normal to be a little tender afterward. It doesn't hurt." I still wasn't convinced. He chuckled at me. "Jeez, Kevin, you are a virgin aren't you? Haven't you ever played with a dildo or anything?"

I blushed. "I've stuck my finger up there when I whack off sometimes," I admitted.

He snorted. "We'll have to find something better than that." He gave my butt a playful smack. Turning serious again, he continued, "Have you ever lifted weights, or done some kind of exercise where your muscles are sore the next day?" I nodded. "It's sort of like that. Not exactly, but that is the closest I can think of. It doesn't hurt. Just a little burn. A reminder." He smiled. He started to sway gently, sliding our soapy bodies back and forth against each other. He pulled my face to his for another kiss. His tongue started yet another exploration of my mouth, and he began to soap my back.

My arousal had waned when I thought that I might have hurt him, but it was quickly returning. Both of us were all soapy, front and back. That makes for two very slippery bodies rubbing against each other as our kiss intensified. Who'd have thought getting clean could be so much fun? With both of us all lathered up, it felt like we were coated in oil, we were so slippery. We ground and slithered our bodies against each other.

His kisses were as hungry as mine. My heart beat faster. I closed my eyes and let myself be swept away, releasing myself to what felt like a different plane, a dimension of pure pleasure. I felt a slippery finger slide past my back door and trip a switch inside me. I shuddered and crushed him to me as I shot my load between us.

After my third orgasm in the space of a few hours, I felt utterly drained. This was nothing like jacking off several times a day, which I did periodically. Weakly, I slid to my knees. His cock was jutting up right in front of my face. I had the desire to take it into my mouth, but not the strength. I stared up at him in adoration, panting for breath. He smiled down at me, and stroked his cock--an amazing sight from that vantage point. He was almost there, lifting up on his toes. I ran a hand up the inside of his leg and fondled his balls. His eyes squeezed shut and come surged out of his big pole. I managed to get my face in front of the blast, and let my face be bathed by his juices. I instinctively closed my eyes. When his spasms stopped, I rubbed my face against him, finally taking the head into my mouth, cleaning it of its last drops.

Recovering enough to stand, I stood under the spray and cleaned my face off enough to open my eyes. Robby was leaning against the wall, gasping for air. I washed my hair while he recovered. Then I helped him finish washing. Finally, before the hot water completely ran out, I turned the water off. Standing in a euphoric afterglow, I watched him step out and dry himself off.

"Did you get these towels for me too?" he asked. I grinned at him. "I can't believe you." He handed me a towel and kissed me. I couldn't stop grinning. We finished drying each other off, and walked naked back to my bedroom.

He stood for a minute, looking around the discarded clothes on the floor. I circled my arms around him from behind, inhaling the fragrance of his freshly cleaned body. My cock, pressed up against his ass, started to get hard again.

"God," Robby laughed. "Enough already. I can barely stand."

"Me too. I just can't help myself."

Breaking my grasp, he picked up his underwear. They were not a pretty sight. "Ugh," he said.

I opened a drawer. "Don't even put those back on," I said. I pulled out a pair of my underwear and tossed them to Robby. Not as sexy as his, of course, and probably a size or two too big, but at least clean. "Here. You can give them back to me later." I dug out a clean tee shirt for him too. It was kind of weird, kind of sexy, watching him dress in my clothes. When he had dressed, it looked a bit odd too. My shirt was way too big on him, and was in stark contrast to his tight leather pants.

I clung to his hand as we walked out to the front door, knowing he had to go, wishing he could stay.

"Can you come back later?" I asked. "I wanna make you dinner." I took his hands, pleading.

"I thought you said you couldn't cook?"

"It'll be an experiment. A science project." I grinned at him.

He grinned back at me, then sighed. "I can't, Kevin. I'm already gonna catch shit for last night. Skipping Sunday dinner would be a major faux pas at my house." I'm sure I looked crestfallen. "How about tomorrow night?"

"No prob," I said, really wishing I didn't have to wait till then, but not wanting to sound like a whiny child.

"I gotta go." He kissed me.

"Call me?" I didn't think I could wait till the next day to see him again. I'm sure I sounded like a love struck teenaged girl. Thankfully, it didn't seem to bother him.

"I will." He kissed me again.

"You better go."

"I know." He kissed me one last time, then left.

* * * * *

I floated into the kitchen and wolfed down a couple of bowls of cereal. It could have tasted like caviar or cardboard. I don't know. I was oblivious. My mind played over the previous nights activities on a repeating loop again and again. I wanted it never to end, and in my mind it didn't.

I flipped on the television and stared at it blankly. I have no idea what was on, or even why I had bothered to turn it on in the first place. My mind was absorbed almost completely by the repeating loop. Utterly unaware of what was playing on the television, I fell asleep on the couch.

I woke up several hours later, the loop still playing in my head, my cock uncomfortably hard in my pants. I flipped off the television, wandered into my bedroom, undressed and fell into bed.

The rest of the day was lost in a fog of sleep and euphoric daydreams. I woke again in the middle of the afternoon. Without getting out of bed, I reached over and picked up Robby's underwear off the floor. I brought it to my nose and inhaled. I wondered if I was a depraved pervert. It was rank with sweat from dancing for hours, and stiff with dried pre-come. I loved it.

Eventually, I regained enough awareness of the world around me to roll out of bed. I washed all the come stained sheets and clothes. I ate. I paid a couple of bills. All the sorts of mundane things I try to catch up on during the weekends. All with a big huge smile on my face.

I am usually in no hurry to answer the phone. I don't have much of a social life, and often as not, it is some telemarketer. The calls that really crack me up are the ones for dating services. That evening, however, I snatched it up on the first ring.

"Hey stud boy," Robby's said.

"Stud?" I laughed. "You're the one with the horse dick."

"It's not that big," he said.

I was getting the feeling that this was sort of a mantra for him. I remembered that he didn't want to be bugged about it, so I decided not to tease. "I slept damn near all day. I think you wore me out. How was your day?"

He laughed. "Church was torture," he said. "Talk about a mind fuck. Sex with you three times in one night, then fire and brimstone a couple hours later. And I'm sitting on a hard wooden pew, my ass still sore from your ministrations, stud boy."

I dropped on to my back on the couch, laughing my ass off. "I don't think I could handle that. I could barely feed myself today. Why do you go?"

I heard him blow out a frustrated breath. "I don't know. It means a lot to my parents. I don't always agree with them. In fact sometimes it seems like I hardly ever agree with them, but… but they're my parents. They love me."

"It sounds like you don't believe in the same religious stuff they do."

"I don't know what I believe. I mean, sometimes I think the minister is completely out to lunch. But he means well. The people at the church are all so nice. Mostly. A little zealous, sometimes. I've hardly missed a Sunday my whole life. Weird as it was being there this morning after spending the night with you, it would have felt even stranger if I hadn't gone."

"Hmm." I said, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with him. I was trying to be understanding, and I am always reluctant to trample on other people's beliefs, especially given my own uncertainties, but I really had the feeling that Robby was pretty whacked about this.

I confess that religion confuses me. I'm not sure what I believe. There is such a vast range of often contradictory doctrine which all professes to be Christian. Plus a multitude of other religions too. Just look at Pat Robertson and Jessie Jackson: polar opposites in almost every way imaginable, both claiming to be ministers of the same God. How can anybody make sense of that? I couldn't, and was vaguely suspicious of anybody that could.

"Robby? Do you wish you hadn't stayed last night? Is this messing with you too much?"

"Well, it has kind of got me all turned around today, but I'm glad you talked me into staying." He paused before he continued. "Sometimes… sometimes after I've had sex in the past, I felt pretty crappy afterwards. Guilty. It feels so good at the time, you know? But afterwards… afterwards…" he trailed off.

"I know what you mean," I said, thinking of Sam.

"It wasn't like that with you. I was so fucking happy when I left your apartment this morning. Nothing could get me down today. Even with church, I don't feel guilty at all. I cant wait to get together with you again."

When he said he couldn't wait to get together again, I felt like I would melt. Or maybe float off the couch. There were very few times in my life that I could remember being as happy as I felt in that moment.

(To be continued.)