Date: Thu, 16 Feb 2012 10:27:26 -0800 From: B.E. Kelley Subject: A Night in Autumn 3 This story is a work of FICTION. The events described are my own invention. Any similarities to actual events or persons are strictly coincidental. The author retains the copyright, and any other rights, to this original story. You may not publish it or any part of it without my explicit authorization. This story contains depictions of consensual sexual acts between teenage males. It is intended for mature audiences only. If you find this type of material offensive or if you are under the legal age to read said material; please proceed no further. This story is a hybrid sequel of Snow Day and All Grown Up, stories you'll find in the young friends or high school sections. Comments are always welcome at: hailcaesar2011@hotmail.com A Night in Autumn, Chapter 3 Over the next several weeks I got to know Bobby pretty well, but our relationship ran hot and cold. I liked him and I liked getting closer to him but then there were times that I sensed he was flirting with me and my guilty conscience, still so attached to Chad, made me pull back. I spent a lot of my time with Bobby, we sat together in biology, he usually ate with me and my friends and then there was football. We trained together and always sat next to each other on bus rides to other schools. He quickly filled one of the voids Chad had left in my life; that of best friend, but the fact that we both wanted more seemed to get more pronounced every day. As September was gone, October was almost over and the campus was blanketed in a bed of red, gold and orange leaves. Fall is the best time to be in New England, the countryside is on fire with all of the colors in god's pallet, and the air begins to grow crisp in the evenings. It's a time to bring out the sweaters and to sit by the fire on a cold night with someone you love. While I didn't mope around as badly as I had when I'd first returned to school, there were still times that my heart simply ached over the loss of my first love. Tonight was one of those when my heart pined for someone who was no longer there. I didn't say much during dinner and after pushing my food around my plate for 20 minutes, I was ready to go upstairs. "May I be excused please?" I asked. "Sure, not hungry?" asked Uncle Derek. "No, not really," I replied mechanically. "Ok, come down and say goodnight before you go to bed," said Uncle Derek. I nodded my head in agreement then went up to my room to do some homework and to pray to god to release me from these feelings, to let me move on with my life. Little did I know that I became the topic of conversation around the dinner table, once I'd parted. "That poor kid, I can't believe he's still broken up about losing his friend, I'm sure that's happened before, what with his dad's career," said Uncle Derek. "Oh Derek, you can be so obtuse at times," said Aunt Leslie. "Yeah dad, get a clue," said Patrick with a roll of his beautiful eyes. "What am I missing?" asked Uncle Derek. "Darling, Rory and Chad were more than best friends," said Aunt Leslie. "Wait a minute, you mean..." Uncle Derek began. "Duh," said the twins in unison. "Wow, really?" said a surprised Uncle Derek. "Yes dear," replied Aunt Leslie, patting his hand. "And everyone knows this but me?" asked Uncle Derek. "Pretty much," smiled Sean. "Did he tell you guys?" he asked. "No Derek, it was kind of obvious though," said Aunt Leslie. "But they didn't act like..." Uncle Derek began again. "Like what, like faggots?" asked Sean, somewhat testily. "Sean, don't saw that," Aunt Leslie scolded. "Well that's what you meant, right dad?" stated Sean. "Of course not, I'd never say that about Rory, I'm just surprised is all," Uncle Derek explained. "Oh, sorry," muttered Sean. "You're sure about this?" asked Uncle Derek, turning to face Aunt Leslie. "Trust me, there are some things a mother knows," she replied. "Do you think I should go talk to him?" asked Uncle Derek. "No!" Patrick blurted out, "dad you'll embarrass him." "I think Patrick's right," said Aunt Leslie, "I don't think he knows we all know about him, better to let him tell us when he feels ready." "But we have to do something, I hate seeing him so unhappy," Uncle Derek replied. "I think he just needs to work this out on his own," said Aunt Leslie. And so they did. I got the impression that my uncle was watching me a little more closely after that, maybe he expected to find a tell, like gamblers do in poker, something that would give me away as gay, something Aunt Leslie saw clearly but he couldn't. I also think it was out of concern, Uncle Derek is like my second dad and he takes that seriously, he really was bothered that I was so unhappy. That's real love, the people who care about you and want you to be happy, regardless of who you are or what you've done, that's your real family. I was in good spirits on Halloween night. Being the dork that I am and with my love of history, I dressed as Julius Caesar, complete with a Roman breastplate I'd ordered from Amazon. I was driving my cousin's nuts, giving them orders in the broken Latin I'd picked up during my first semester studying the language. They rolled their eyes and sighed in exasperation but I saw them smile a few times too. The school was having a huge party and the dining hall was decorated like something out of a Harry Potter movie. Everyone was having a great time and after talking to several of my friends, I spotted someone I knew, sitting by himself in a corner, playing his PSP and dressed like Robin. Bobby looked up and smiled as I approached him. "Hail Caesar," he smiled. "Salve citizen," I replied in character, "What strange attire thou wearest." "Yeah well, everyone always goes as Batman, I thought I'd try something different," Bobby explained. "What are you doing with this device?" I gestured at his PSP. "Just playing a game, you want to go back to my room and fire up the PS3?" he asked. "Aren't you having fun here at the festival?" I replied. "Nah, this party sucks," said Bobby, looking directly at Kirby Price. "I don't know what that philistine said but I would throw him from the Tarpeian Rock were he not protected by powerful Senators," I smirked. "Yeah, fuck him. So how about it, my room, video games?" said Bobby. "Of course, lead the way gentle Robin, show me these games you speak off," I replied. "Are you going to be doing the Caesar thing all night?" Bobby smiled. "Fortasse," I smiled. "And that means?" asked Bobby. "Probably," I grinned. "Oh brother, come on," said Bobby, leading the way. We hurried to his room, it's been much colder this fall then last and there was even talk of an early snow storm in the next few days. Needless to say that with Bobby in his green tights and me in my Roman tunic, it was a little chilly. We shook off the cold when we got into Bobby's room. His roommate wasn't there; we assumed he was still at the party, so we started playing Star Wars, Battlefront. After an hour of game play, we were both laughing without a care in the world. "This reminds me of how I slaughtered the Gaul's at Alesia," I giggled, as I slew a brace of storm troopers. "You are such a dork," Bobby laughed. "Tell that to Vercingetorix," I laughed in reply. Bobby burst into a fit of giggles and when he finished; his hand came down on top of mine. I turned and our eyes met. I've heard a thousand times how beautiful my eyes are, and it's a compliment I've always appreciated, until I looked into Bobby's. They sparkled like an emerald fire and as I stared into them, his thumb brushed over the skin on the top of my hand, our faces drew closer and then our lips touched. I closed my eyes and savored the first kiss, the first intimate kiss, I'd had since I said goodbye to Chad and boarded my plane to Japan. Bobby's lips were soft and inviting, I felt his breathe blow hot against my face, our lips parted and our tongues caressed each other softly, exploring the undiscovered country. And all too soon it was over. He pulled back and smiled at me, his eyes sparkling even brighter then they had before the kiss. My mouth flopped open like a fish out of water, I was at a loss for words, I couldn't find the right thing to say, Bobby's smile only grew. Then we heard footsteps in the hall, the moment was ruined when Bobby's roommate walked in the door and I pulled my hand away from him. "Hey guy's, what are you up to?" Chris asked, casually. "Uh, nothing, I uh gotta go," I stammered, as I got up to leave. "Rory, wait," Bobby called after me. It was too late; I was already out the door and headed for the stairs. "What was that all about?" asked Chris. "He had some homework, I guess he was in a hurry," Bobby covered. I hurried home, changed into my pajamas and went to bed. Being with Bobby felt so right, why did I have to feel so guilty now? I felt like Chris walking in when he did was like god telling us what we were doing was wrong. It was my conscience way of trying to tell me I was cheating on Chad. Thus began the internal argument I'd had a dozen times now, he left me, why should I feel bad? The next day I tried to avoid Bobby. I didn't know how to explain what I was feeling and I was sure he'd want to talk about the night before so I went out of my way to make sure he didn't have an opportunity. I was purposely late to biology so we wouldn't have the chance to talk before class, I skipped lunch and hid out in the library and then at football practice I got permission to leave early. I had to go back to the library because I told the coach that I had a report I had to work on, he seemed to buy that but I didn't want to risk having him come check on me and not be there. It was bitterly cold that day and as I sat in the library, staring out the window, snow started falling in heavy sheets. At 5:00pm I started my walk across campus to home. I was strolling through the deserted halls of the main academic building when I spotted a large figure pinning a smaller one against the wall. As I got closer I recognized Kirby Price and he had Bobby by the collar, lifting him up on his tip toes. I felt the blood start to boil in my veins and my pace quickened as Kirby punched Bobby in the eye. I broke into a sprint and grabbed Kirby's wrist, spinning him around, as he drew his fist back for another swing. Kirby's eyes locked on mine, first in surprise, then in anger. He pulled his wrist away from me and tried to take a swing, but remembering my aikido; I grabbed his wrist, twisted my body into his and flipped him over my shoulder with a thud. I looked at Bobby, who had slumped against the wall, and saw that Kirby must have gotten more punches in then I had seen. His eye was starting to blacked and there was a small trail of blood at the corner of his mouth, a few drops on his white button-down. I kicked Kirby onto his stomach and twisted his arm to the point of near breaking. I dropped to me knee and leaned over him. "Price, can you hear me?" I asked. "Yeah, get off of me fucker," he hissed. "I don't care for that kind of language," I said coldly, twisting his arm slightly harder. "Ok, ok, just get off," he moaned. "I want you to listen to me first," I stated, "that's my friend you were hitting..." "He's a fucking queer," said Kirby. I bounced his head off the tile then continued. "I don't care what he is but if you so much as look at him in a way that displeases me, so help me god, I will kill you, do I make myself clear?" I said coldly. He didn't answer; he simply winced as I jerked his arm. "Ok, I won't touch him again," he spat. "Good, now get out of my sight," I warned as I let him go. Kirby got up and gave me a dirty look but he felt the pain in his arm and say the look on my face and thought it best not to say anything. He limped off to nurse his wounds while I reached out to Bobby and helped him to his feet. "Thanks," he whispered. "It's ok," I replied. "Can you take me back to my dorm, I'm a little dizzy," said Bobby. "I'll take you to my house, its closer," I replied. Bobby was a little ungainly at first but as we walked through the quickly falling snow, the cold wind seemed to refresh him. We didn't speak, the wind was howling to loud; we simply hurried as quickly as we could. "Aunt Leslie, Uncle Derek!" I shouted, as we walked in the door. No one answered. "Shit, I don't know where everyone is, let's go in the kitchen and I'll help you clean up," I said to Bobby. We went into the kitchen and I got a wet paper towel and started to dab at Bobby's blood lip. Just then the phone started ringing. "Listen, why don't you go up to my bathroom and clean up, I'll bring you a shirt so we can wash the blood out of yours," I explained. "Ok, thanks," said Bobby. As he headed for the stairs, I grabbed the phone, it was Uncle Derek. "Where are you guys?" I asked. "Don't you remember, it's our anniversary, we went out to dinner," he explained. "Oh, right, sorry, I forgot," I replied. "It's ok, listen, the snow is coming down to hard for us to drive in, we're going to stay at the inn here in town, will you be ok by yourself?" he asked. "Yeah, sure, where are the boys though?" I asked. "We dropped them off at Brice's house on our way to dinner, they were going to walk home later but I don't want them getting lost in this weather. I called and they're staying the night," Uncle Derek explained. "Ok, um Bobby Sutherland is here, he got in a little fight so I brought him here to clean up," I explained. "How bad is he hurt?" asked Uncle Derek. "Not bad, just a bloody lip," I explained. "Ok, well, he shouldn't be walking in this storm either, have him stay there with you and I'll call Mr. Tompkins at Haines House and let him know what's going on," said Uncle Derek. "Oh, ok," I replied. "Is that going to be a problem?" he asked. "No, no it's ok, don't worry about us," I replied. I hung up the phone and went upstairs. I heard water running in the bathroom sink so I went to my room to change out of my school clothes. I put on a clean t shirt and a pair of soccer shorts over my grey briefs, then picked out something similar for Bobby. He's about my size and if he was going to be spending the night I figured he would want to be comfortable, plus I could throw his bloody shirt in the washer. Once that was done, I walked across the hall and knocked on the door. "Come in," Bobby shouted. "That was my Uncle, he wants you to stay the night they aren't going to make it home they..." and I stopped dead in my tracks. Bobby had taken off his shirt and was washing his face; he stood there in his khaki's, the top button open, the waistband of his white Hanes briefs peaking out seductively. He turned to face me and I walked over to him, we were only inches apart when he flashed me one of his brilliant smiles. The lust I felt for him was overwhelming, almost angry. I doped the pile of clothes and threw my arms around him, I pressed my lips against him and our tongues literally fought for dominance. I pressed him back against the counter and reached for his zipper, I pulled it down swiftly and let his pants fall to the ground. I pulled away from him, to catch my breath and he pounced, pulling off my t shirt and tugging my shorts down to join his pants on the floor. We kissed again, hard and passionate, then he dropped to his knees and pulled down my briefs. Bobby took me right into his mouth, sucking me almost to the hilt. "Oh my god," I moaned, as he gave me an expert blow job. He wrapped his lips tightly around my head and used his tongue to caress the underside of my knob. He fluttered his tongue over the tip then pushed his tongue against the tiny hole causing a stream of precum to leak onto his soft pink muscle. He swallowed me to the hilt once more then began to bob up and down on my shaft, using his lips to keep a tight seal around my pole. After a few minutes I lifted him to his feet and spun him around, I pushed him forward and bent him over the countertop. It was my turn to drop to his knees; I yanked his underpants down around his knees and lapped hungrily at his hole. I spread his buns and attacked him kissing hard and fast around the rim, licking up and down against the tight pucker and then shoving my tongue into his orifice. There was no pretense, no teasing or foreplay; I flat out fucked his ass with my tongue. "Mmmm, oh yeah, lick me Rory," Bobby moaned. I reached around and stroked his cock, keeping up the intensity on his boy pussy. As I stroked him he started to push back against me, in effect ridding my tongue. "Fuck yeah, come on, fuck me Rory," he moaned. I kissed up his slender body, all along the length of his spine. I pushed the head of my cock against his freshly moistened hole and felt it pop inside. Bobby let out a loud, satisfied moan. "Are you ok?" I asked, concern slipping passed the passion. "Shut up and fuck me," Bobby moaned. That fueled the rage that had been building all this time. I was angry at Chad for breaking my heart and as I fucked Bobby, I felt as though the connection was broken and the harder I fucked him the further I got away from my ex. I thrust my cock hard into Bobby, driving my 6 inches into him with a single hard push. "Ohhhh fuck yes," he moaned. "Is that what you wanted, bitch?" I moaned. "Fuck yeah, fuck me Rory," Bobby shouted. "Yeah, you want my dick bad don't you bitch?" I asked "Oh god yes, fuck me," he squealed. I took Bobby by the hips and pulled him back against me as I showed deeper into him with each thrust. I was fucking Bobby as hard as I could and he rewarded me with louder and deeper moans. He continued to beg for my cock and the more I called him a bitch the hornier he seemed to get. This was new to me but if dirty talk mad him react like this, so be it. I pounded into him and as his moans grew more intense, I felt myself on the verge of cumming. I leaned over him and on instinct bit down on Bobby's collar bone. That sent Bobby over the edge, his body shook with the spasm's of orgasm. Bobby's ass tightened like a vice around my cock and I shot loud after loud into his tender boy pussy. We collapsed against the counter, I held Bobby in my arms and we panted for breathe. Once we'd calmed down, I stood up and pulled up my briefs, Bobby did the same. We grinned at each other shyly and then quietly walked into my room, leaving our clothes on the bathroom floor. It was only 6 o'clock but after that performance I was sure we both needed a rest. I climbed into bed and scouted over as far as I could, making room for Bobby. He climbed in behind me and spooned up against me. I put my hand on his hip but he grabbed it and pulled it around his waist. I felt my fingertips brushing against his waistband. "I'm sorry I called you a bitch," I whispered into his ear. Bobby rolled over and looked into my eyes. "Don't apologize, I liked it, it was sexy," he replied. "Really?" I asked. "Yeah, you were awesome, and well, the way you were fucking me, it felt like you needed the release," said Bobby. "Yeah, uh about that..." I began. Bobby placed his hand on my chest over my heart. "Look, at first I thought the reason you were playing hard to get was because you were nervous, maybe you hadn't been with a guy before," started Bobby. "Yeah, uh..." I started again. "But, after that kiss last night and that amazing fuck you just gave me, it's obvious you've had a boyfriend and I'm guessing he broke this," said Bobby, as he stroked my chest. "It hurt so bad, and I couldn't let him go," I whined. "I know, it's hard," said Bobby, "but I'm here now, and I'm not going anywhere. I can't promise I won't hurt you but I can promise I'll never do it on purpose." "I have so many things to tell you," I said. "Likewise," smiled Bobby, "But tonight let's just be lovers, tomorrow we can talk about the past." "I like that idea," I smiled back. "Good, after our nap I expect you to fuck me at least two more times," Bobby giggled. "I think I can accommodate that," I laughed as I reached back and gripped his bottom. I'll always love Chad, he was the first real boyfriend I'd ever had, but that's over now. Bobby is here and he's just as wonderful as Chad, just in different ways. Tonight is just the beginning, there is so much more to explore.