Date: Thu, 27 Dec 2007 10:27:05 -0800 (PST) From: don mumford Subject: OLIVER AT COLLEGE...... CONCLUSIONS part 1 By Donny Mumford The Counting Crows CD was playing and the song "She Don't Want Nobody Near" came on. The cool tag line, "I'm alright, I just can't get home tonight" Their music was playing loud out of my Mini Cooper's stereo system... all eight speakers. I could hear it just fine because the convertible's top was up....it was a cold, windy day in late November and as I sang along I had a smile on my face, this was the start of a ten day Thanksgiving vacation. A break from college...a change of pace. The Mini was cruising down the highway at 70 mph, me singing with the band... everything was grand. My parents think I'm leaving tomorrow and driving directly to their place. Well, they got the second part right.... I will be at their place tomorrow afternoon, but I'm leaving the University today, not tomorrow. I'm heading for a nice little secret sleep-over at Alexander North's condo tonight. Mom and Dad would be hurt to think I'd use a day of vacation to spend with Alexander rather than with them, so it's quite simple....I won't mention it to them. I'm kind of anxious to see Alexander and this time, surprisingly, it's not because I'm horny....Christ, I've been fucking Joey on a regular basis for the last week or so and I've also enjoyed a few sexy encounters with the oh-so-hot Randy Rider....so, I'm not especially horny. With Randy and me it's been strictly oral sex, ... although he has mentioned a plan to tie me me up and then give me the fucking of my life. Yipes! With Joey, it's been exclusively me fucking him. He wants to save the oral sex, and him-fucking-me until all his casts are removed so he can get his arms and legs involved in the action. Frankly, I'm looking forward to that. I've had the strongest urge to suck Joey's cock, from day one actually... but I'll be patient and abide his time-table....he's a strong-willed lad. Along that line, Joey's mentioned that he'll be taking over control of our roommate sex as soon his arm strength is close to normal. I'm hoping he wasn't just kidding me about that. I'd love to discover a fully healed Joey with a secret dominant personality. He's got the baby face and he's younger than me, but when healthy he'll be stronger than I am and, oh boy....a dominant Joey would really be something. Actually it wouldn't surprise me if he is dominant because he's an athlete and most athletes are aggressive, not passive....at least, I hope that's a fact. My sex life has never, ever been as good as it's been lately and the future looks even brighter. So, no...I'm not especially horny. The reason I want to spend some time with bossy Alexander is because I liked the take-charge sex he laid on me the last time we were together. He opened my eyes to a new Alexander and I want to try that new version again....you know, doing everything the way Alexander wants it done...me playing the docile role. That was hot fun for both of us. He's a tall, good looking, well built twenty year old and he has a very sexy way about him....so, I'm anxious to see him again. Alexander is functioning along the same general sexual guidelines as the ones Randy Rider appears to be working with. I already mentioned that Randy wants to tie me up and fuck me. I think he's serious and I'd be lying if I said it didn't interest me some. I made a promise to myself months ago to be willing to try new stuff...be extra adventurous while I'm young. "Tying me up and fucking me like I've never been fucked before" is just the sort of thing Alexander might say too....Randy and Alexander are two peas in a pod as far as sexual take-charge guys go.... I'm guessing they both pretty much insist on being in that role when sex is involved. As I've mentioned before, I like Alexander but not as much as I use. That's because he's changed from the sweet boy I knew in Wildwood to this overly confident guy who's a bit stuck on himself. At the same time I've also gotta admit that the wicked hot sex he puts on me can make me overlook a lot of deficits in the general area of his personality. For the record, I'm also well aware that he messes around with every boy who will let him get away with it...I know that and Alexander knows that I know that.... so we have no illusions about each other. Sex buddies, that's us. See, I can be a realist at times..... I'm also aware that Alexander considers me one of his "boys". Hey, so what?... it's a HOT sexy fun thing being one of his boys. I can't wait to see what he has up his sleeve for me this trip. It's just another fun excursion into the uncharted waters of Alexander North's Delaware adventures...kind of like a thrill ride on the Wildwood boardwalk. It can be scary, but deep down you KNOW you're safe..... Hell, I know that this sort of thing isn't for everyone, but it is for me. The drive to Dover, Delaware went Ok and when I arrived I immediately spotted Alexander outside his barbershop. He was leaning up against the door smoking a cigarette. I pulled up at the curb ten yards down from the shop, right on time too.... it was a little after six at night. There was a chunky, nice looking guy next to Alexander...the chunky lad was drinking a YooHoo. That has to be Anthony, the hair-stylist, assistant manager. I saw him briefly the last time I was here. Neither of the two saw me park so I got out of my car and, trying to surprise them, I quietly sauntered up the brick sidewalk of this upscale strip mall. Alexander was telling Anthony something, I couldn't hear what was being said, but the way Anthony looked at Alexander it was obvious he was one of Alexander's "boys" too. Using a high pitched, dorky voice I said, "Excuse me Mr Rich People. I'm looking for the Alexander North Hair Salon, appointments-only. Can you help me find this expensive clip joint?" Watching the side of his face, I could see Alexander's initial pissed-off frown....like "Who is this fucking asshole?".. but then he looked over and saw me. Huge smile, which appeared sincere, and a big hug.... but no kiss. "This is who we're waiting for Anthony. My friend Oliver Nickerson, from Wildwood. He's always had this delusion that he's funny." Anthony gave me a weak smile and a limp hand which I tried to shake, but it slipped out of my grasp. Alexander and I preceded to tell each other how great we were doing in our respective lives and then we made a bit of small talk about the sports scene and then this from Alexander... "Well Oliver, to be honest with ya, that new haircut of yours' sucks. Why didn't ya wait till you got down here? ya dummy!" He chuckled as he and Anthony ridiculed the efforts of the Campus Barbershop barber, and by extension, me. I endured this with an appropriate chastised look on my face. Then Alexander turned his attention back to me and said, "Fuck! I wanted Anthony here to style your hair to fit in with this evening's festivities, but your hair's already too short for that." I pretended to be concerned for a second and then said, "So sorry but you never mentioned a word of this to me." Alexander looked incredulous that I'd say such a thing and he replied in a manner you might use with a "slow" child, " You and I are going to the costume party at the club, remember? ... as Batman and Robin? I'm pretty sure I mentioned that to you about ten times, right?" Anthony said, "Everyone in the fucking contest is going as Batman and Robin." I asked, "Which one am I going as?"... in a dismissive way they both chuckled at that question. He had mentioned the contest, but nothing about my hair style....I let it go. Resigning himself to the situation, Alexander shrugged and said to Anthony, "Oh well, neaten it up like a fifties haircut style, use a temporary black dye and somehow get it to lay over in front with a little part. You know, like that old time TV "Robin's" hair. What the fuck, now-a-days that might even pass as a "butch" look for my boy-wonder here". Anthony shook his head back and forth one time as if to indicate, "What a pain in the ass this is" and Alexander said to me, "I'd do it myself Oliver, but I've got to get some money from the ATM and then pick-up the twins from the riding academy. And, by the way, I did not tell Nathan and Noah you'd be here so don't slip-up in an email or something and mention it, OK?. If they knew you were here.... well, just don't slip up with that." As Alexander was zippering up his coat getting ready to leave, Anthony said to him, "I'll see you tomorrow about 9:30 ... you better be down here or I'll come upstairs and get you." Alexander spit out, "I love you too, Anthony." Then he gave me my orders, " Oliver, when Anthony's done with your hair just go upstairs to my condo and wait for me there. And, you know.. make yourself comfortable or whatever, I'll be along in a little while." He started walking away and I cried out in a whining voice, "But Alexander, I don't need a haircut or my hair dyed...." He chuckled and said, "Don't be silly. Do what Anthony tells you." Anthony said to me, "Let get moving, I've got a life too, ya know. There are places I got to be.." What the fuck.....I went in the main part of the barbershop and got up in barber chair Anthony was pointing at. Without saying another word he put a cape on me and started cutting my hair with electric clippers and then a little with the scissors... it didn't take long. The buzzing noise of the clippers and snipping sound of scissors along with the subtle pressure of Anthony leaning against me, both of us quiet, created the usual hypnotic mood for me. Anthony is a nice looking kid around 21 years old. About my height, but heavier than me...not fat, stocky. I'd noticed the last time that he had a great ass and, following him into the barbershop today, I thought that same thing again....nice ass! He's Italian.... and looked like he was ..swarthy and handsome, I guess you could say. Not boyish looking, more a grown-up Italian look. Joey was boyish Italian. Thoughts of Joey kept working their way into my head lately. When Anthony was done cutting he cranked down the back of the barber chair to dye my hair black. He was considerate enough to inform me that it would wash out with two or three shampoos. The hair dye smelled yucky.. when he was done he cranked the chair up, blow dried the hair, put stiff gel on the front hairs to get them to lay down and razored in a one inch "part" on the left side to complete this look of the old TV Robin, whoever he was.... I'd never seen the show. Anthony spun the barber chair around to face the mirrored wall and asked, "What do ya think?" I gawked in the mirror at my reflection and thought, "Wonder if Joey would it?" To Anthony I mumbled, "It's too black! Nobody has hair this black" and Anthony said, "Yeah, it is...but that's what the man wants, so that's what he gets." I guess Alexander thinks artificially pitch black hair is a butch look for a gay boy. It's actually more of an Emo look if you ask me. Anthony had snapped the cape off me and patted the back of my head indicating I should get up. I slid out of that big barber chair as Anthony rang up $32.00 on the new, old-time-looking cash register. He said, "You're a friend of Alexander's so half price for the haircut and dye". He looked at me expectantly and I gulped before saying, "Ah, I don't think Alexander wanted to charge me..that is, he didn't charge me last time or anything." Anthony wrinkled his forehead and pursed his lips making a face like..Duh!...then he said, "That's Alexander's choice, pal ... when I do hair I get paid. This isn't my fucking hobby, OK?". What the hell, I fumbled around in my pocket for a twenty, a ten and a five. Anthony put the bills in the cash register drawer, took out three ones and put them in his pocket.."Thanks, big spender" he muttered with another frown as he locked the cash register.... then he began closing up the shop. A thirty-two dollar haircut and I've got to tip him too? Fuck! Anthony told me to get the broom out of the closet and when I handed it to him he swept up my hair and then briskly handed the broom back to me nodding his head in the direction of the closet. I put it away thinking, "Hey, I'm the fucking client here...not the janitor", but I kept that thought to myself as I realized Anthony was asking me something, "Ya wanta mess around for a few minutes?" I said, Huh? What?" Without replying to that, he walked over and grabbed my crotch with his right hand and my right buttock with his left. Squeezing some he said, "You heard me." I grunted as his fingers located my dick and he began rubbing it through my jeans. He smelled like the masculine gel he'd just put in my hair. When he spoke his breath was cool on my face and had a neutral smell....I noticed his small, very white teeth too. As he quickly got a nice rhythm going stroking my cock I started gasping and moving from one foot to the other as I squeaked out..."Anthony! What..I mean ..no I don't. I mean...yeah I heard you, but I don't want to mess around." He said. "You sure of that?" and his left hand was inside the back of my pants...his bare hand on my ass. Jesus, that's always a turn-on for me. I love feeling the palm of some guy's hand rubbing my bare ass. Our faces were almost touching and I could see the outline of his five o'clock shadow... Anthony would have a full bread if he didn't shave every day. Even this close his skin was still flawless, except for those whiskers. Myself, I rarely needed to shave... .just a little touch up on my upper lip and chin about once a week. I've been conscientious about doing it recently because I wanted to have a smooth face for Joey who had no whiskers yet...just some fuzz. Anthony and me were almost cheek to cheek anyway so I let my cheek touch against his and I could feel his whiskers....just slightly scratchy at this point, but it was very sexy rubbing against that mature face. The thought of Anthony's real scratchy beard first thing in the morning rubbing against my smooth face...you know, if I ever spent the night with him and we started making-out first thing after waking-up.....boner time. I pulled my face away from his wondering why I was thinking about that kind of thing ? Anthony didn't appear to notice my face briefly touching his...he was very casual and self assured and had other things on his mind. His fingers were near my hole massaging my buttock as he muttered, "I'll let you suck my cock, OK? but unfortunately I don't have the time to fuck you right now. I'm expected somewhere in about fifteen minutes" Both my hands were on the wrist of his hand stroking my cock... my cock, by the way, was hard and feeling real good...Anthony had that "something" that was turning me on and his stroking my boner had me almost to the point of no return, getting close to cuming. Most likely the combination of that ridiculous passing fantasy of sleeping with a scratchy faced Anthony and the reality of him stroking my cock had me ready to fire off my spunk. He said, "Alexander told me you were a hot little sex machine and I can see he's right about that. I love this little pecker of yours." I said, "Don't Anthony...Alexander wouldn't like it". Anthony informed me that Alexander had said whatever happened between Anthony and me was up to Anthony and me, so I managed one last, "Well I don't want to, Anthony! So quit it!" He stopped for a second, thought about it, then pulled his hand out of my pants in the back and let go of my boner in the front and spit out, "OK, you little cunt..fuck you then." I took a step back, my face felt real hot. Not being able to think of something to say, I did three fake coughs into my fist instead... and then sort of looked out the window as if something out there was soooo interesting. Almost immediately Anthony's face relaxed and he just dropped the hard-ass routine entirely and offered..."Oh, forget it, Oliver....it's just that you're wicked cute, that's all. I thought I detected something there...when I was cutting your hair...you leaning into me...thought ya might want a little taste of my big cock, that's all. Well, whenever you do want a real man to show you some moves, I'm here for ya, hottie." He patted my cheek like I was a little kid, said "Ciao" and was out the door. It locked automatically behind him. I watched through the window, groping my crotch, as he walked down the street, putting his coat on. He turned at the corner and was gone...what a great looking ass. Great ass yeah, but I was here to get fucked by Alexander... and I didn't need another complication in my life right now. On the other hand, what if I had wandered into this barbershop nine months ago...wonder what would have happened then if Anthony grabbed my "nice little pecker", to quote him. I groped my crotch some more...I am a hot little sex machine I guess...or whatever it was Anthony had said about that. Man, I almost deposited a nice cum load in my drawers back there... whoa! Relax! I turned off the barbershop lights and went up the back stairs to Alexander's luxury condo. Like I said the first time I was here...this place was cool and expensive looking, but Christian's condo was probably ten times more expensive... still, this is a pretty hot spot. Putting on the Plain White Ts CD, I got a coke out of Alexander's huge refrigerator and had a cigarette, coming down off that little sexy interlude with Anthony. As the smoke drifted up I watched it rise and saw my reflection in Alexander's large mirror over the bar.... I thought how different I looked with this dyed black hair. The color and the silly style looked totally fake... hey, apparently Alexander wanted that affect. Joey has black hair, but his looked totally real...it was so curly when it was short though that this kind of haircut probably wouldn't work on him. I wish I could run my fingers through Joey's soft, curly black hair this very second. Thinking of squeezing Joey in my arms made me shudder... weird feeling. Thinking about Joey was a nice way to pass the time though, so I did some more of it.... Joey seemed so young compared to Anthony. They both had that beautiful olive-complexion, great skin tone...so smooth and creamy. I loved rubbing Joey's skin....any place on his body too. Maybe the back of his neck was the sweetest, softest spot though. When I fucked him last night I did it laying flat on his back....then a little later, after my climax, I was nuzzling the back of his neck and oh my God he smelled good. Just thinking about Joey had me springing another boner. I laughed at myself because, God damn, I miss him already and it's been what? eight hours? Half way through my second cigarette Alexander came storming in with all kinds of energy swirling around him. "Where's my favorite and cutest boyfriend?" He grabbed hold of me to hug me and this time, within ten seconds, he had his tongue in my mouth and his hand down the back of my pants. I thought about Anthony's hand being down there recently and then I had a passing thought about what might have happened if Anthony had kissed me like Alexander is doing. Then I saw some cigarette smoke and somehow, talking around Alexander's tongue, said "Ahh, wait Alexander, I have a cigarette burning". He said nothing, just took the cigarette from my fingers and flicked it ten feet over to land it in the sink.....kewl move!! My mind was full of thoughts of Alexander after that as he went to work sucking first my tongue...then my neck and then pushing his finger right up my hole...just like always, except it all happened so fast this time. This boy is so hot ...I've always loved the way he fingered my hole too. He knew exactly where my prostate button was... rubbing that, plus the sucking on my neck, got me quickly into my trance-like state that felt so good... an almost sleepy, dreamy feeling. Alexander sucked on my neck and fingered my hole for a few minutes and I was limp in his arms....limp all over except for that pulsating cock of mine....it was wet at the head and pointing straight over to the right. After about ten minutes of that I felt my cum leaking and then spurting into my pants....I humped my hips and groaned and humped and moaned. Alexander snorted out a chuckle, but continued sucking until a high, red, hickey had formed on my neck...just like last time. Back then Alexander had come right out and told me he considers the high hickey as his trade mark...his boys always get a hickey before anything else. As I told ya, he thinks of me as "one of his boys". I'd just had that very nice climax though and I guess I have to give partial credit to Anthony for getting me started off stroking my cock like he did. On the other hand, Alexander has always known how to get me to blow a load in my pants so he gets most of the credit. The after glow of climaxing made me feel weak and Alexander's strong arms were mostly holding me up. After a little more sucking he straightened me up and eying his hickey work, exclaimed, "Yes! That's a beauty Oliver. You have the best skin for hickeys... you really do. Now, was I dreaming or did you cum in you pants a few minutes ago? Yes? Ah ha! What a surprise.... you never change, do you, Oliver?" He got a little laugh from that. I was out of breath and when Alexander let go of me I sat down on the leather foot stool that I'd been bumping into from the second Alexander took me in his arms . Sitting there, catching my breath, I felt the high tender bump on my neck with my finger and was shocked, I whined, "Shit Alexander, I've got to see my parents tomorrow. This hickey is enormous." He rubbed my hair while ignoring my hickey comment and said, "Anthony can be a real pain in the ass, but he is one hell of a hair stylist". I said, "What?" and then moped a little bit trying to think what I'd do about this hickey before going home and facing the folks. Alexander pulled me up by my hands, "Come on Oliver, don't be a dead beat..let's get a drink. I'm so happy to see you I can't even begin to tell you. Oh my God, I love that face of yours" and he kissed my face in a number of different places real fast like my old Aunt use to do back when I was seven years old. Finished, Alexander pulled away and I could see his boner poking the front of his pants. My Aunt didn't have one of those. "You taste so good..look at that fucking boner you gave me dude...look at it" and he laughed. Alexander has more energy than any one I know except maybe Frankie. I stumbled over to the kitchen bar area with him and he made us both a screwdriver...vodka and orange juice. I like screwdrivers because you can't taste the booze, but as far as Alexander was concerned it was purely a coincidence that I liked the drink. He wanted one so he just assumed I'd want one too. What the hell, he looked so hot and handsome, who cares what we drink. Something different about him and then it was obvious...his hair was conservative looking this time. Combed over with a part on the side just like he'd instructed Anthony to do mine....I guess Batman in the old TV series had his hair like that. Every time I've seen Alexander in the past his hair had been styling in some extremely trendy looking "do". Actually he has very unusual hair...it's straight but nappy too. Very thick, but very soft. Very dark brown, but very shiny. He has something else special too...that delicious light tan flawless skin tone...his mother is as white as you can be and his father is one half African American with the other half a mixed bag...some Pacific Rim in there too I think. Alexander's facial features are 100% European though and he is one totally good looking dude. Beautiful teeth were part of his beautiful smile and he really knew how to ring all my bells. I loved his looks and I found myself staring at him a lot....he'd feel me staring at him and look me in the eyes with this knowing, cocky smirk on his face. He was obviously use to guys and girls, staring at him. Draining his first drink quickly and making himself another one... while at the same time telling me about the costume party at the club tonight. "There is a $500 prize for the best Batman & Robin combo so of course I thought of you being my "Robin" immediately. Anthony was pissed at me because he thought I'd make him my "Robin". Ha! Fat chance. I lied and told him I wanted him for Robin, but that the "Robin" costume was too small for him. Well, actually it is, but I hadn't bought it yet when I told him that." He laughed and came over to hug me around the neck with his strong right arm. He pulled my head over to his and kissed my forehead telling me how he didn't give a shit about the $500.... it was the bragging rights he loved. Alexander was very competitive, he liked being the best. He was full of compliments too, telling me how fabulous I was and then he said, "Come on downstairs to my back-room barbershop Oliver....I need to shave your legs and pubes." I said, "What?" then, "Are you kidding?" He said, "Of course I'm not kidding. Shit, did ya ever see Robin the-boy-wonder with pubes and hairy legs?" I was following him down the steps saying, "In the first place I don't have hairy legs, and in the second place I've never seen Robin's pubes, not in comic books or movies or anywhere else so I really couldn't comment on that...." Alexander chuckled. Inside the back-room barbershop he told me to drop my drawers. I started to argue, but my undies were full of the cooled-off cum from my recent climax and a wet cum spot had soaked through the front of my jeans anyway...so, what the fuck, I stepped out of them. Alexander was getting out a cordless electric trimmer when he looked over at me and saw my cum-matted pubes. "Oh yeah, let's wash them first. Step over near the sink, Oliver." The sink was a replica of a big, hundred year old large porcelain barber's sink. He told me to face him and when I did he picked me up under my arms and sat me down on the back shelf of the sink. My legs on either side of it with my dick and nuts over the open sink area. He hadn't even grunted when he picked me up...it was like I weighed ten pounds instead of a hundred and twenty. I had to grab hold of the shelf under the mirrored wall behind me to steady myself. I said, "What the fuck are you...?" Alexander said, "Scoot back a little and you'll feel more comfortable." He was all business now. I wiggled back on the shelf a little bit and I did feel more stable, but not comfortable. Leaning slightly back against the mirror felt the most secure position I could get myself in, but with my legs spread wide open on either side of that big sink it wasn't exactly a position I'd choose on my own. I said, "OK, you're doing it to me again Alexander....I never know what to expect out of you." He chuckled and told me I shouldn't try to BS him, he knows I loved every minute of it. Testing the water with his fingers and then spraying my lower belly and crotch with warm water. My dripping wet pubes were shampooed... he rubbed all around my belly, pubes, nuts and under my nuts near my bum hole. The whole time I was thinking that this must be how it feels to be Joey when I'm doing the same type things for him. Another nice, warm shiver ran through me. The shampoo was rinsed off using a small shower-head at the end of a hose. Alexander used a hair dryer to dry everything. When dry, using the cordless hair trimmer, he cut off every pubic hair he could get to ...the fluffy hairs floated to the bottom of the sink, waiting to be rinsed down the drain. The buzzing sound and the vibrations from the clippers caused my cock to firm up. It went soft again when he re-wet my belly and crotch ...this second soaking led to the lathering on of shaving cream. The slippery, creamy shaving stuff was worked into the stubble left by the trimmers. Alexander used both hands massaging all around my lower belly to down underneath my nuts and then lightly massaged shampoo on my nuts too. My cock went back up to hard again and seeing that, Alexander stroked my hard cock with his thick shaving cream lathered hand while looking right in my eyes....a sly look on his handsome face. I went, "Ooooooh, feels good." Mostly though, Alexander was in his quiet mood... concentrating on the job at hand. He used a safety razor to shave me just like I used on Joey. Last night I'd shaved Joey again, more because he had asked me to than he needed it. That fetish of his was getting stronger on him. I thought about him climaxing last night with my very first razor scrape through the shaving cream. Big long spurt of creamy cum shot out of his semi-hard cock....I caught some on my fingers and licked it into my mouth... not too much taste....but nice just the same. I don't have a fetish about shaved-pubes, but it's still real sexy having a handsome boy shave your private parts. It was pleasurable having Alexander do it and I think I'm going ask Joey to do it for me in the future too....that is, when his arms are somewhat back to normal. Alexander took his time and when he had shaved all the area he could reach he lathered me up again and shaved against the grain. Rinsing me off and drying me with a fluffy towel this time .....I felt as hairless as a new born babe. It felt odd having the air touch my shaved pubic area. It felt new. Alexander rubbed the tip of his fingers all over the shaved area and I let out a long moan of pleasure.... I hadn't expected it to slip out. Alexander smirked knowingly. By now I was sort of comfortable sitting on the contoured porcelain area just behind the sink proper, leaning back against the mirror. I almost felt like purring and to further add to my turned-on feeling, Alexander cupped my hairless balls in his hand, leaned down and licked them a number of times.... I lifted my ass off the sink momentarily. He looked up and gave me a sweet, sexy smile. I thought we were done, but he fiddled around with something on either side of the sink and then up came two smooth plastic extensions.. one for each of my legs. Alexander lifted my legs up, one at a time, and pulled me forward a little so that the part of my leg just under my knee could rest on top of those plastic things....my legs hanging off in front. Alexander, taking a foot in each of his hands, lifted my legs and looked under each one, checking out something or other. He massaged my feet for a few seconds and I thought of the twins foot fetish. I felt completely helpless...which I like sometimes. In this position my knees were higher up then my head... my ass was partially off the porcelain part of the sink.....my hole was now definitely over the open part of the sink. This wasn't a comfortable position at all and I whined again, " Alexander, this is an awkward position. I feel I'm about to fall off this friging sink!" He nodded that he'd heard, muttered, "You won't" and then went about his business. He wet down, lathered, then shaved my buttocks starting from behind my hole, shaving out to my thigh....then back and all around my ass cheeks, including special attention for my hole. I don't even have any hairs there...I don't think. I did a long, deep exhale to demonstrate my displeasure. Alexander was quietly humming to himself...that was frustrating because no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't place the tune.. I know I knew it. He stopped humming when he finished with the little extra shaving on my ass. Right after that I heard the sound of him snapping on the cordless trimmer again. He began a steady run of the trimmer up my right leg... from the top of my foot, up to my knees and then all over my thigh. I have very light, thin short hairs on my legs...they're almost invisible, but apparently they were much more abundant than I'd thought because a dust storm of fine hairs flew up around the head of that electric trimmer. The head of the trimmer was only an inch wide so Alexander had to run it up my leg quite a few times...I was fascinated watching those fine hairs fly off my leg and blow around Alexander's hand. Over and over he guided the trimmer up my leg.... and then the same thing for my left leg. I wasn't surprised that I started feeling a twitch in my dick...the buzzing sound, the vibration, my helplessness and the nerve of Alexander to do this....all combined so that I soon had a semi hard-on. By the time he was done my other leg the semi-hard cock had become a bone hard one and, even though I'd had the earlier climax, I was grunting from the need to stroke it. In my position that wouldn't be possible though because I was using both hands to hold onto the sides of that big old-fashioned sink. All told, Alexander ran that trimmer all over each leg for only three minutes or so and when the second leg was done he got wet towels and soaked my right leg and lathered it up from my toes to my groin. The shaving on the first leg took five or six minutes and then the same process for my other leg. By the time he was done with both I was wishing it could go on longer. Being fussed over and touched and washed and shaved and all that....it became a relaxing and extremely sensual experience. It was also interesting because I could relate some to how it must feel to be Joey when I'm fussing over his naked body. I never shaved his legs of course, but all the touching, washing, hand-jobs and such....Christ, no wonder Joey's got a crush on me. Then I thought how unfair that "crush" comment was...Joey thinks he's in love with me. That's a bit more than a crush. I know I love him too, but it's that old chestnut... am I "IN LOVE" with him? That is the question and I don't think I know the answer to that. Through everything, beginning with Alexander sitting me up here on the sink, he had uttered two words. The entire process lasted about thirty-five minutes, maybe a little longer. It was, of course, hypnotic for me....as it always is. I was glad to see that Alexander wasn't done yet.....he squeezed some soothing lotion in his hands and massaged it into my feet, legs, crotch, dick and balls...ohhh, it was so nice and it smelled real nice too, not girlie, but rather a masculine scent. Then some more of the lotion for my buttocks and then up my hole with some too. I was feeling aroused again and the creamy lotion around and in my hole got me hoping he'd finger my hole till I squealed. There are many areas in there that feel awesome good...very sensitive to stimulation .... by now I really was ready for more climax action. I was feeling "it"...all the touching was sexy, especially whenever I looked up and looked at person doing all this touching....this hot and handsome twenty year old. I thought to myself, "leave it to Alexander to come up with something I TOTALLY did not expect!"...He had me squirming now with that tingly feeling at the head of my cock. Then he stopped... He took my legs off the restraints and helped me sit back up almost, but not completely, against the mirror....I could still feel the air around my bum hole. I get in a trance like state easily and I was really in one now. Alexander took something out of a box and rubbed it with other stuff from a tube. When he put the tube and the object down I saw the tube was KY jelly.....what the hell was the other thing? With KY jelly on his thumbs he reached under me and worked both thumbs up into my hole. I squirmed and complained, but he continued just the same. He stretched my hole and worked his thumbs up inside a little until it felt good. Out came the thumbs and he worked his long middle finger up my hole until the entire finger went in easily all the way to his knuckles. I was making hissing sounds blowing air out through clenched teeth, but not because it was hurting.. just the opposite, it felt great. My boner bobbed to the left and then to the right ...which ever direction Alexander's hand bounced it in. Just when I got ready to start humping my hips with that feeling to spurt, he was done with the fingering portion of the evening... "Bummer" I said in my head. Looking over more closely now I saw that the flesh colored thing was a tapered stopper of some sort.... made of latex or silicone. It was dripping with jelly when Alexander picked it up. He casually leaned over, reached under me and pushed it up my hole....it hurt getting pushed so far up in me. So much for my trance-like state...and so much for almost cuming too. I screeched out, "What the fuck is that? It hurts! " I was sliding around on the sink and Alexander wrapped his arms around me and pulled me away from the mirror so that I was leaning forward against him. "It's OK Oliver, it's just a butt plug. You know, so that you'll stay nice and opened up and later it won't hurt when I fuck you. You do want me to fuck you, don't you baby?" His voice can be so smooth and hypnotic and the feel of his body and his smell...it all helped to calm me down. He rubbed my back and sides whispering how much he liked me and how I was his cutest boyfriend and it all kind of worked on me. In a short time the pain in my hole was a dull throb as Alexander asked, "How's it feel now, Oliver?" I told him it was getting better and he hesitated and then said, "Don't get mad, but I've got to finish pushing the plug in a tiny bit more. You jerked around so much I didn't get it in all the way. OK?" I blurted out, "No, don't ...wait a second" but he said, "Shhhh...it will only sting for a minute" and he reached under me and pushed the plug all the way in and, actually, after an initial stab of pain..it felt better all the way in. The plug produced an odd sensation inside me. With the fat end of the plug past my sphincter muscle completely and actually fully inside me, my hole partially closed over it...I discovered later that there was a thin wide, round piece that stayed outside my hole preventing the plug from disappearing up inside me. There's a ring attached to the end of the plug that hung outside me too. The butt plug felt really snug now, but overall it was almost comfortable. Alexander told me that all the "Robins" would have butt plugs. Then he asked me , "Didn't ya ever hear of butt plugs before?" I did, but I wasn't expecting one...that's what I told him. "A new adventure for you, Oliver, right?" Alexander always could put a spin on things....like he'd just done me a big favor. He picked me up off the sink by my arm pits again...this time to set me on the floor. To be a brat, as soon as I was up off the sink I wrapped my legs around his waist and then wrapped my arms around his neck. He had to walk around like that for a few minutes pretending it was nothing...he kept saying how light I was. It also gave him another boner which I could feel on my buttocks as it pushed his pants up in front. This prompted me to ask him why he hadn't screwed me before he put the plug in and Alexander stopped in mid stride for a second and then muttered, "Good fucking question...because I'm stupid?" I could tell he really hadn't thought about that...it wasn't a huge deal to me because I'd already got my load off less than an hour ago and I knew, come hell or high water, I'd be getting fucked sometime before I left Delaware. I was feeling good now, but when I dropped down off Alexander's waist and stood up on my own the plug became very noticeable. It didn't really hurt me as long as I walked a bit bowlegged..... it also rubbed my prostate with every step I took. My dick was semi-hard in a minute. "Jesus, Alexander, that feels good but I'll be walking around with a hard-on all night." He said, "Lucky you, dude!" I did my bow-legged walk up the stairs following Alexander. He was saying, "God, your skinny body looks so sexy all shaved like that. I'm so turned on it's ridiculous." Upstairs again Alexander said he just loved everything about my shaved body...it was so "new" looking. Then he felt all over me using both hands and he said he couldn't detect a single hair or prickly area. I still had my shirt on, but that was all I had on... my socks and sneaks were still downstairs. He knew he didn't need to shave my chest...no need at all. Satisfied I was hairless, he went back to the bar and fixing himself another drink he just burst out laughing saying, "What a dip shit I am, Oliver....Christ, I wanted to get inside that tight ass of yours so bad and then, without thinking, I stick your plug in." He looked at me like he was waiting for something and I knew what that "something" was so I gave him my best blank stare. He finally had to say it, "I don't suppose you'd go through that again...you know, if I pull the plug out now for a quickie? It wouldn't be near as bad getting the plug back in this second time..." He tentatively looked over at me and I made a face like, "No fucking way" and Alexander mumbled, "I didn't think so." We stood at the little bar and drank our drinks and smoked our cigarettes and talked about Wildwood and our first time together. I felt close to Alexander. I looked at his face as he talked and I wanted to believe everything he said. The boy has a magnetic personality, people want to be with him. He lit another cigarette and then got an idea, " Hey Oliver, you've never sucked me off.... and I've done you any number of times....fair is fair little buddy, right? ...so?." I like sucking young cock so I said, "Sure, dude" and with a huge grin on his face he dropped his drawers. I just naturally got down on my knees because I'm use to doing it that way.... Randy likes me on my knees in front of him. Alexander, in a surprised sounding voice said, "Well Ok, Oliver! You're impressing me man." I wanted to impress him too...hell, I'm always trying to impress somebody. I gave Alexander my entire Randy Rider blow job routine starting with a general lapping from his belly button to his hole. He had some sparse hairs around his hole but nothing too gross. I licked them flat against his ass cheek and rimmed his hole with big, wet laps...before long I was getting my tongue up inside him. Kneeling in front of him with that plug in me was very erotic because every time I moved the plug massaged my tunnel..... in this spot one time or that spot the next time and my boner just got harder and harder with every motion of my body. Alexander was rubbing my head and moaning right from the start of the blow job. We'd been aroused for the better part of an hour now anyway...starting with our earlier make-out and the hickey, the body shave and all of that. As I continued licking his ass I could tell from his reaction that the rimming really took him by surprise...for once he was the surprised one. He's a very clean fellow so there wasn't any unpleasant stuff like with Randy...who isn't a very clean fellow. After awhile Alexander groaned out, "Suck my cock Oliver, I'm afraid I'm going to cum and I really wanted to shoot off in your mouth." He was pretty much breathless saying that and I felt proud of myself for being able to do him this good. I licked up and down his boner and there was a lot of pre cum to swallow before I took him fully inside my mouth. Sucking on his nice looking boner for two or three minutes, with him puffing out fast breaths...then I pushed my head forward until the swollen, dripping head of his cock popped into my throat. Alexander let out a squeak while he lightly put pressure on the back of my head. Slowly he pulled my head went down on that long boner, inch by inch by inch by inch by inch ...my nose eventually was buried in his thick bush... his cock was way down my throat. Definitely the longest cock yet for me.... After a few seconds I could feel myself getting ready to gag so I pulled off that boner slowly, slowly, slowly and when the head of his cock was back in my mouth once more I sucked on it and lapped it like the best tasting all-day sucker ever. When it started expanding I rubbed it against the inside of my smooth cheek for a whole minute and then against the ridges on the roof of my mouth and just as I was about to push it back down my throat again Alexander let out a long "Ahhhhhhh" and a fat splash of cum filled me up. I swallowed real fast, just in time for the hard steam that followed the splattered creamy one and then a smaller hard stream after that. Alexander was making long breathy whizzing noises and his entire body seemed to be in motion even though he didn't move away from my mouth more than an inch. He also never stopped rubbing my shoulders and the back of my neck. His cum filled up my mouth and drooled out at the corners, running down my chin and then on down my neck. Alexander's cum was very tasty...the tastiest cum I think I've ever swallowed, including my own. Can't think of any that was sweeter... same for his slightly salty pre cum. Very nice. I listened to a lot of heavy breathing and a few chuckles from Alexander before he got his voice back to say, "Holy shit! Where'd ya learn to do that? Awesome, Oliver...really, awesome". He slowly pulled his dick out of my mouth and stroked it three or four times before putting it away. "Fucking great blow job....wow!" Alexander was truly surprised at my cock sucking expertise and I felt proud of myself. Still on my knees I looked up and he smiled down at me...I don't know, I just felt real tight with him. He used his finger as a squeegee scraping his cum off my neck and feeding it to me...I licked his finger each time he put it in my mouth. Well, I was having a fun sexy time with him and adding to that, when I casually sat back on my ankles I felt that butt plug once again press up against my prostate tightly...oooh so nice, watery cum came up from my shaved balls and drooled out my semi-stiff cock. Jesus, that felt good and I reached down to stroke myself a few times. That fucking butt plug kept me in an almost constant state of arousal... it was a fun new toy. Alexander has so much experience in gay sex...it was a blast learning and experiencing new things with him. He finished cleaning the cum off my neck and chin and smirked down at me...I couldn't keep the little grin off my face. The pain of that plug going in me was a distant memory...now it felt fabulous as I wiggled my ass rubbing the plug around a little bit inside my hot tunnel....ooooh Damn! that feels good. I told Alexander it was all feeling good and he reached down and took both my hands helping me to stand-up... he said, "Shit, Oliver. You thought I'd do something to hurt you? I've had a plug in my ass so I know. For a couple hours it can feel hot....you and me, Oliver, right? ..... we try the sexy stuff together, OK?" He hugged around my neck again and kissed me with a lot of feeling. I know he likes me...maybe I'm even his favorite boyfriend. After using a wet paper towel to go over the cum area on my chin and neck he declared, in a goofy voice... " all cum residue accounted for". You know, all this was beginning to remind me of why I liked him so much originally. But, Jesus...I was really feeling sort of hot to trot by now so I hugged Alexander back and humped up against his hip which got me breathing hard and humping some more. It surprised me how aroused I'd gotten in the last ten minutes. Alexander quietly said, "Take it easy Oliver, slow down a little. I'll be fucking you later on tonight." He laughed then and squeezed my ass which got the plug moving a little. I think he was teasing me. Then he said, " If you do good in this contest tonight I'll give you a real hot fuck right after. OK? You'll work with me on this, right?" I gulped out, "Oh, yeah. Whatever you want, Alexander." My face was red and sweaty by now and I stared at him thinking that now I wanted that dick I just sucked to be up inside me....God, but I'd really gotten horny in a hurry. Working up the nerve and biting my lip I said, "You know Alexander, it's Ok now if you want to pull the plug out for a quickie or even a rough fuck ...I won't mind that you'll have to put it back in afterward. Do you want to?" He just shook his head laughing and told me we didn't have time for that now...sure, if I'd said OK a half hour ago when he first asked me, but not now.... and, "anyway, Oliver" he said, "you just sucked my nuts totally dry so I couldn't really get up a hard boner for another hour or so. Jeez, what do ya think I am, anyway?" As he dragged a couple of shopping bags out of a closet he got the giggles and told me I was a riot.... me thinking he could fuck me a minute after he'd blown the load of his life down my throat. But then he was serious and explained we were getting close to running late. We still had to get our costumes on and get to the club before eight o'clock. I was panting a little as I stroked my cock a few more times saying, "OK Alexander, sure.. whatever you say." I pulled on my pud all the way into his bedroom. "Pull your T shirt off, Oliver" and when I did he said, "Oh shit...I forgot. Come in the bathroom a second". I was totally naked now. Alexander got a safety razor out and told me to lift up my arms. I did and he put a little dab of shaving cream under each arm and shaved there too, saying "How'd I forget your underarms? What else did I forget"? He looked at my face real close then and did a quick couple of dry razor swipes on my upper lip under my nose, and a swipe down under each of my sideburns. "I don't see a fucking thing there Oliver, but what the hell. Huh?" He proclaimed my body totally void of hair now as he again rubbed all around me with both hands which resulted in my full six inch boner sticking straight out of my bare, smooth belly....two hard nuts hanging in a hairless sack right under it. This time it was me putting my arm around his neck and pulling his head down for a long spit swapping kiss. All during the kiss I couldn't stop humping up against his crotch and when he broke off he had a big wet spot from my dripping boner on the front of his pants. That got him laughing again...it amused him how horny he could get me....him and that fucking butt plug he'd stuck up my ass. When we were walking out of the bathroom he pulled on the butt plug ring and the sensation on my prostate caused dribbles of watery cum to drool out of my boner again....it felt so good I was going... "Ohhhh Ohh Ohhh, Alexander" and I stroked my boner to try to get more out, but without much success.. Seeing me completely naked and completely unconcerned about being so...and seeing me constantly playing with myself in front of him, it all got Alexander into another huge laughing fit. I couldn't think of joining in...all I could think about was a good climax. I didn't seem to be able to stop stroking my dick and squeezing my nuts. Oh my God, Alexander was so red in the face from laughing at me.. he couldn't catch his breath either. Watching him alternate laughing and hiccuping finally was enough to get me to join in too...it was so funny seeing him laugh so hard. It felt like we were back in Wildwood...way back when we were both much younger and sillier boys.... We ended up leaning against each other like nine year old girls in a giggle fit until Alexander looked at his watch and said, "Oh man, Oliver it's getting late...dude, you got to stop playing with yourself or you'll get me laughing again. You look so serious pulling on your dick...it's a riot." We ran out of laughing gas and he said, "OK, Oliver, I'll help ya out real fast. Come over here and sit on my bed" I liked the way he took charge and I got serious too and walked over to do what he said. When I did sit down I jumped immediately right back up. It hurt deep inside me to sit on that plug. Alexander said, "Oops. I forgot...here sit on this." He picked up a rubber ring that looked like a large life saver candy.. about eighteen inches across. He explained it's a ring people with hemorrhoids used so as not to sit right down on their hemmies and seeing the look on my face when he said that got him started laughing again. I was looking at him incredulously, "Are you serious. I've got to carry this ring around all night and when I want to sit down I need to put this on the seat first. Is that what I gotta do?" His face was bright red again because the laughing once again prevented him from breathing...he just nodded his head up and down indicating "yes". We weren't drunk, but the drinks we'd had helped to make not-so-funny things seem as if they were. I loved the way Alexander seemed to be like that boy I first knew in Wildwood. Keeping up the banter I said, "Better idea...you wear this around your neck and when I want to sit down I'll know where it is." We laughed again, but we quickly ran out of steam this time and I said, "I'm exhausted from laughing and I'm still so horny...I need a big climax, god damnit!" Alexander still chuckling a little said, "I know, Oliver. Sit on the ring" which I did. My boner was still bobbing out in front of me. Alexander knelt down and sucked on my boner for maybe four minutes, tops, and I had that big climax I needed so badly. Not a great deal of spunk came out...it just felt like a lot was coming out. Alexander asked, "All better, baby?" I told him yes and he said we were a team and we helped each other out and he hugged me with both arms and kissed the side of my face once more, like I was the most fabulous person in the world. My cock had gone limp after Alexander's blow job, but with my plug in just walking around got it back up to semi-stiff pretty fast. Alexander was pulling some stuff out of shopping bags when he said, "We have got to get our shit together now, Oliver". Now we were late. Alexander got undressed and then pulled on a gray body-stocking that had a big black bat pictured in an oval yellow area across the chest. I don't know what else to call that thing he put on except a body-stocking...I had to zipper him up the back. It sure outlined and highlighted his package in an excellent way...made his package look huge. He has that long penis, but it was far from fat.... big nuts though and the combo of a long cock and large nuts made a great bulge at his crotch. I thought again of having his long cock up inside me and the idea made me blow out a big exhale and lick my lips. The plug pushed up against my button just then and I went, "Ahh...whoa! Jeez, oh yeah!". He ignored me..."Put this on Oliver". I looked over at Alexander and he was holding out a pair of dark green silk jockey shorts. Well, they looked like a small pair of jockey shorts, except there was a Velcro flap in front and back. Those flaps will exposed my dick and nuts in front and my buttocks in back when open, like they were at the moment. I said, "You have seriously got to be totally kidding this time. First off, this thing wouldn't fit a nine year old and secondly I'm not wearing it. Period and end of discussion." Alexander said "Fasten the flaps up and put the fucking thing on right now. You want another screwdriver?" As I pulled on the tiny green jockey shorts I said, "Yeah, better make it a double". The material of the skimpy little costume bottom was silky and it was cool feeling and smooth and felt awesome on my shaved skin. My whole body felt so different after Alexander shaved me. Especially my totally hairless legs.... when the air hit them it made me want to rub my hands up and down to feel my legs, remembering how they felt when I was a pre-teen. The material in my costume bottoms was also a tough, waterproof fabric. It contracted my ass, exaggerating a bubble butt look, and put pressure on my butt plug at the same time. When I pulled the panty in place I went up on my toes and held my breath waiting for the latest cum urge to subside. To say that whole thing didn't feel good would be a lie...it did feel good. I let my breath out slowly and adjusted my nuts in that tight, tight jockey-silky thing. Whee...I looked at myself in the mirror and my ass looked HOT....oh jeez, this was weird even by Alexander's standards. He came in with the drinks and went, "Oh fuck, let me look at you. Perfect ass! Oh my God Oliver, I didn't think it was possible you could look hotter, but that shaved body and that round ass of yours. Yummy!!" Then he added, "Oh shit, put the top on now. We gotta hurry, dude." Alexander put on a yellow utility belt with a number of pouches around the outside of it and then he pulled on black boots that reached almost to his knees. I stared at his crotch again and for the first time noticed that he had a flap opening at his crotch too. I could just make-out the seam of the Velcro flap... obviously those flaps would be in play sometime tonight. The "top" he threw over to me was red with a sliver of green where short sleeves would be. Actually it was a red, skin tight, sleeveless, T shirt made of silk... is what it was. The tee hugged my torso and reached only to just above my belly button, there was a black circle over my left tit with a yellow letter "R" and I had a silk yellow belt to hang around my hips. There was also a short yellow cape that hung over my back, it didn't even reach my ass. For my feet, little green silk slippers and to hide my identity a narrow black eye mask that was just slightly wider than my eyes. I couldn't help but wonder, "How the fuck am I suppose to fight crime in this outfit"? .... The cape Alexander put on, draping from his shoulders, was black and hung down almost to the floor. When he tried on his black leather head piece with the bat ears sticking up on top..Ta Da! he became Batman..!! He said, "Jesus, I feel like an asshole in this outfit... I need one for the road." His "roadie" was yet another screwdriver... this one he made in a plastic cup so he could drink it while he drove. Taking a sip, he made a face...put more vodka in the drink and stared at me for a minute before saying, "You're not "butch" enough." I massaged my groin and mumbled, "What?" After another sip of his drink he instructed me to, "Come over here, Oliver. We need to do something outrageous to give you that bad-boy butch look", and at a dressing table he picked-up a black lipstick pencil and, holding my face steady with a too-tight left handed grip on my chin, he applied the black lipstick giving me exaggerated black lipstick bow-lips. Not satisfied yet, the last thing he did was grab a shot glass off the bar and holding it over my big red hickey he outlined a perfect black circle around it. "I don't want anyone to miss this beauty" he muttered to himself. Then he put the lipstick pencil in one of the pouches on his utility belt. Handy to have...a utility belt. I drank some of his roadie screwdriver... leaving black lipstick on the rim of the cup. Then from Alexander it was, "Let's go, we're late" ...as if it was me that had held us up. We hustled down to the garage, my cape fluttering out behind me. I was carrying my hemorrhoid ring in my hand.... it bumped off my bare thigh as we thundered down the steps. Alexander's new BMW convertible sat shining in the glow of the overhead light. When he slammed his car door his cape caught in it and we heard a quiet tearing sound after which many, many curse words were shouted out of Alexander's mouth, with me trying very hard not to laugh...biting my lip and doing my fake cough and then we pulled out of the bat cave.... Alexander stepping down hard on the gas to get that fucking batmobile tearing up the highway... It wasn't a long ride, but long enough for me to discover that Alexander and I were one of twelve "Batman & Robin" contestants. The twelve club members volunteering to be Batman had to get their own "Robin" from outside the club membership. That way maybe the members would get to check-out new, young boys and maybe recruit new members for the future too. Only twelve volunteers out of over three hundred club members, so not too many guys were willing to but themselves on display, but all the other members most definitely showed up for the Batman & Robin night ...it was the clubs most popular event each year. To my surprise not only was Spunky going to be there tonight, he was also in the contest as one of the Robins... I was very glad about that, now I wouldn't be the only "boy" from my last visit here to be in this.... Alexander outlined the pageant portion of the night for me..... all contestants would parade around like we were in a fashion show or a beauty contest or some such thing...we'd stop at different spots to make a pose as the dynamic duo, Batman & Robin. I told Alexander, "Posing actually isn't one of my stronger suits"...I was joking with him on the one hand, but of course the truth is I'd never "posed" in any way, ever in my life. Alexander took my comment seriously and said, "Don't worry so much Oliver, this is suppose to be fun and funny". He explained that he'd show me how I should pose sometime before the contest. I said, still joking, "Oh wow, that's a load off my mind." He stayed serious and told me he'd show me certain expressions I should have on my face too and he'd be showing me how my hands should be up in fists and stuff like that. I think he was still being serious....how Alexander comes up with all this shit is beyond me. I know he loves to be the center of attention... me, not so much. As we got closer to the club Alexander dropped another bombshell on me...not that it surprised me all that much. He explained that the "Robins" would have their front and back flaps open while parading around. And, as if the open flaps wasn't enough of a humiliation, Alexander told me in a matter-of-fact manner that I'd probably have the smallest cock of any of the Robins, but that I shouldn't worry about that too much because I'd score a lot of points with my pencil straight boner... and my total body shave would be a plus with the judges too. I made a face like,"You're shitting me, right?" but it was dark in the car and Alexander was looking at the road anyway....actually I made the face to entertain myself. It was all so silly. The entire situation was outrageous, but on top of everything, wouldn't you think Alexander might have thought that maybe the "smallest dick" comment would possibly hurt my feelings or embarrass me? Most guys would have that thought, but not Alexander. To be honest, it wasn't the sort of thing that was a problem for me anymore because I knew him pretty well by now and I expected absurd comments every now and then. Also, I knew he didn't say stuff like that to be mean, he just didn't know any better. I laughed to myself about it....it was so insensitive, it was actually funny. The further we drove the more annoying it became sitting on that hemorrhoid ring, especially when Alexander made his tight, too-fast-turns in this hot-rod sports car, er..batmobile. Half the time I had to hold on to the dash board so I didn't slip off that fucking rubber ring. When we arrived at the club's front gate Alexander inserted his membership card, the gate lifted and we drove through. Beautiful starry night, but quite chilly. In front of the spot-lighted double front doors of the club the same valet-parking group of boys that were here last time were busy parking cars. I looked for the one special boy I remembered from my first visit here and saw him the same instant he saw us... he came right over to our car. This kid was some age between seventeen and twenty... he had a beautiful face. Last time I saw him that face was covered with acne... most of that had cleared up by now. Back then I'd recognized his perfect facial features through all the acne and seeing him now I nodded to myself that I'd been correct about my assessment of him. No surprise actually ...I am a world-class boy watcher, in case ya didn't know. He had that same blond ponytail hanging half way down his back and, as he walked toward us, I remembered his eyes and their very unusual color...robin-egg blue. The irony of his eye color matching my costume's namesake made me smile. He thought I smiled at him so he smiled back at me as he opened my door saying, "Good to see you again". My mouth dropped open...could he have remembered me from that one visit? The valet boy kept smiling and gesturing with his hand that perhaps I'd like to get out of the car as I just sat there staring at him. I said, "Oh yeah, ha ha..Get out of the car, right"... but I stumbled on the curb and the he grabbed my hand to keep me from falling. When I was safely on the sidewalk he held my hand for a few seconds more and my dick would have twitched if it could. It couldn't of course because it was encased in that super small, tight jockstrap jockey underwear pants bottom...or whatever it was that I had on. I mumbled a question, "You remember me from three months ago?" He said it hadn't been that long and how could he ever forget me. As he said that he was going around to open Alexander's door. I stared after him...was he breaking my balls or what. Then I thought...shit!.. he'd probably been instructed to say that same thing about "welcome back" to every single person he opens the car door for...I'm such a jackass sometimes. I can't read people. Alexander was rummaging through the glove compartment looking for the tickets when the valet opened his door. Finding the tickets and a pack of cigarettes, Alexander put the cigarettes in his yellow utility belt and handed the tickets up to me saying, "Wait in line for me. Oliver. I've got to talk to a guy about something for a minute." To the valet he said, "Bobby, take Oliver's hemorrhoid ring to my table, OK?" He handed the kid a five dollar bill and Bobby picked-up the ring. My face turned a dark shade of red as I hustled up to wait in line. It was too cold to be outside wearing what I had on, but my red face was warming me up. As I walked away Bobby yelled to me, "You're the hottest Robin I've seen tonight, Oliver. It's not even close." I looked back but he was hurrying to the next car in line...my ring in his hand. Was he making fun of me? Fuck!...I felt my face get even redder. There was a bottleneck at the front door and consequently quite a few people waiting in line, including another set of the dynamic duo. Some of the guys go for laughs and that's what the Batman & Robin duo a dozen people ahead of me in line must be up to. The Batman person was no more than five feet two inches tall and he must have weighed two hundred and fifty pounds. His Batman suit bulged at every seam and was in danger of giving up the fight and splitting down the back...especially at the guy's enormous ass. His Robin was over six feet tall and thin...the two of them were already well into the booze and were spouting out all these absurd gay-related comments to other guys in line, with the lisping voices and the gay hand movements and the whole over-the-top act...it was a very funny show. I stood there watching them for a couple minutes and then I looked back in the direction of the valet boys and Bobby was staring right at me. As quick as I could I looked away but we both know we made eye contact and I blushed again muttering, "fuck, fuck, fuck"...I was caught boy watching. For something to do I read the tickets and discovered Alexander had paid $125 for each one. Jesus, I hope we win so he can get his money back. Than I remembered that Alexander's rich, he don't give a shit about $250. >From reading the back of the ticket i discovered that apparently the contest has no defined structure, some years the sexiest duo wins and some years the funniest or the most outrageous "campy" duo wins... whoever the judges feel got the biggest reaction from the crowd usually wins. Alexander says the three hundred or so guys in the audience can get real raucous too. Oh yeah, in case you're wondering, Alexander feels he and I are in the sexiest duo category... I tried to occupy my mind with those silly matters, but was still unable to resist looking back down to the valet station again... and again Bobby caught me. This time he winked at me and waved my hemorrhoid ring over his head. I whipped my head around to the front telling myself I will not look back there again. Was he mocking me? He seems sincere, but like Joey says, I can't read people. I'm always, always misinterpreting what their body language, their... well, what their everything, was telling me. One thing for sure...if I was the kind of gay guy that followed-up on interesting gay guys, which I'm not, I'd follow-up on that blue-eyed hot tamale...damn right I would...except I won't. Where the hell is Alexander? He strolled up a minute later and announced he'd scored some poppers for us. I asked what a popper was, but all he'd say was "You'll find out when I think the time is right. Should be quite a rush for you my special young friend." Alexander was barely a year older than me, but his last statement is a good example of how he sees life. He has himself on quite a high plateau. I looked over at him as he read what was on the small bottle he had in his hand and all I thought about was "Man, is he good looking!". Then out of the corner of my eye I spotted the hottest possible "Robin". I did a double take because at first it looked like the kid couldn't be more than fourteen. Looking again and now I thought he maybe he couldn't be more than thirteen. That didn't seem right, but it doesn't necessarily mean pedophilia is involved. The kid could just be a gay teen who had the guts to 'come out' at his young age and maybe a relative or close family friend was with him as his "Batman". His parents would have to be open minded of course, or some might say irresponsible, to allow him to participate in this weird affair. Or maybe not..... In any case, this boy was eye candy of the extremely delicious variety. I stared openly at him as he walked by with his "Batman"...a guy in his early twenties and pretty cute himself...maybe his brother. The young teen was blue eyed with longish blond hair and a thin body, about five foot, one or two. From this distance I could see his curved eyelashes and freckle-free complexion. Not a blemish in sight. Absolutely perfect legs, wonderful calf curve and totally hairless, of course. His ass looked like two round halves of a cantaloupe pushed up a bit and each half moved independently of the other with each step he took. His bare belly was so flat and the tiny "innie" belly button cried out to be licked. The boy walked with a bit of a swagger, like he knew everyone who saw him had to stare and admire his beauty. His "Batman" and he held hands as they walked to the front of the line, said something and went right in ahead of us all. No one complained. I could hear the murmuring about the duo all up and down the line. I swallowed hard thinking about that boy-wonder's ass. Fuck!.... those two will beat out me and Alexander if it comes down to the sexiest. Oh well, I don't give a shit, but I do feel bad for Alexander. Hell, I'll try hard to be the best 'butch' Robin ever and maybe we can still pull it off! There is no way I could ignore it any longer...my butt plug had started itching in a sexy way when I was walking up from the car and I forced it out of my mind, but it was persistent and even though a lot of guys were around us, I just had to rub my hole. Naturally I wanted to be totally inconspicuous about it. Rubbing back there was kind of like scratching a wicked itchy itch.....God, it felt so good moving that plug around a little...whoa, I put my head back for just a few seconds and moved that plug around in my hole some more...the sensation was too much and I felt the dribbling watery cum leak out of my semi-stiff cock again.... that felt good too. Earlier Alexander had assured me that these tiny pants I had on were water proof so no wet spot showed on the outside, but it sure was cummy/wet inside. I tried to stand still but, Jesus, if I barely moved the plug would sometimes rub right up against my prostate button and then when I tightened my sphincter muscle it felt so good I had to go up on my toes, my head thrown back. I was panting and biting my lip.... then, all of a sudden I realized I was also moaning. Hesitantly opening my eyes to see if anyone was noticing my bizarre behavior, and..oh no, immediately I saw three older gentlemen about ten guys in front of me in line. They were looking down in my direction with their heads together, gawking at me. Their hands were over their mouths, but I could tell they were laughing. My face almost burst out in flames from embarrassment. What a dork I am, acting like that with all these men milling around. I need some self control but, really... I've never felt anything like this butt plug before. I wanted to really give it a rest, but the more I tried to ignore it the more it demanded my attention. Trying to be a tough guy I continued to ignore the urge to scratch my ass. I was determined to be the butch guy I was made-up to look like too, so...in that vain, I attempted to stare the older guys down using my toughest, defiant look...after two seconds of glaring back at the men I knew there was no way I could pull that off so I did a big fake cough and then a second one with my fist up to my mouth this time. After that I tried to act casual, looking over and pretending to read that bottle Alexander was holding. I leaned into him hoping he'd hug me or something...I couldn't make out a single word on the bottle. Another man had joined the older guys who kept staring at me, still whispering and laughing among themselves. I couldn't look back and I couldn't look forward so I studied the ground. Alexander leaned over and licked my ear, then said, "This will be fun, buddy". I smiled at him because I needed that lick right then. The line moved up and finally we were inside the club. Alexander whispered to me, "You look fabulous, Oliver." Now he did put his arm around my shoulder to squeeze me into him and he did that kiss on the side of my face again, he didn't want the black lipstick on his lips so he avoided my mouth. All of the guys milling around us worked hard at pretending they weren't watching Batman kissing his boy-wonder, Robin. Alexander's body felt so strong and I loved the hug...I needed that just then too. My feelings for Alexander were tender ones at the moment...I know he'd always looked out for me when I really needed it. And, this butt plug was the hottest thing I ever felt too....jeez, thanks Alexander. The maitre d' escorted us to our table where we found Dennis. He's the one who's folks owned a restaurant and the one who spoke with a big lisp. He had a date with him...a man who looked to be in his forties. Dennis was twenty-one I believe and he was sort of effeminate in some ways, but athletic too...all of the guys in Alexander's circle played golf. Dennis got up from the table and gave Alexander a hug and a kiss on the lips, then he looked me right in the eyes and lisped, "Nice to see you again, Oliver" and he kissed my cheek. These guys do a lot of "Hello-kissing". Dennis went on to say, "When you were walking over here, Oliver, I wondered who you were. Your "look" has been altered.... by that clever, Alexander, no doubt. Love your haircut and that super black hair...ooooou, soooo butch!" and he put a hand on each of my shoulders and kissed me right on my mouth this time. Over his shoulders I saw another dynamic duo enter the dining room....it was not apparent what category they were trying for. They both looked to be in their sixties, the "Robin" was bald and they both had big bellies...good luck guys. Dennis had two black lips from my lipstick. His "date" cleaned the lipstick off him with a napkin. After that second kiss, Alexander had chuckled and said to Dennis, "Down boy!" as if Dennis were a big over-enthusiastic canine. They all laughed and while the older man was rubbing Dennis' lips with the napkin he introduced himself to me...Ronald something. I forgot his last name almost before he'd finished telling me what it was. I'm bad with names so I said, "Ronald" in my head a few times to try to fix it in there. Alexander and the other two guys started talking about their private golf club ..... something about replacing all the sand in the sand traps. Whatever...I couldn't sit down yet because my hemorrhoid ring hadn't arrived..... I told Alexander I needed to use the facilities. He nodded his head at me indicating he'd heard me, but he was in the middle of an argument about different types of sand and couldn't reply. Wandering out to the lobby area I got an idea...I'd lock myself in a toilet stall and frantically massage that butt plug in my hole. I felt like I was going crazy with the urge to jerk-off. Then across the lobby I saw Bobby and he saw me. He came skipping over carry that fucking ring. "Oliver, I'm so sorry about the screw-up, but I was looking in the wrong dining room for you. Got your ring here" and he waved it at me. I grabbed it out of his hand and held it behind me. "Thank you, Bobby. I don't actually have hemorrhoids, ya know that, right?...it's the contest thing. I have to wear a butt plug". I could feel the color raising in my face and the heat on my cheeks again too. Bobby stared at me a second...he had a bemused look on his beautiful face....then he told me he already knew about the butt plug and after taking a moment to think about it, he said, "Come over to the rest room, Oliver. I'll help you out. No way you'd know this, but one of the members brought me to a party here last summer and I had to wear a butt plug too. It feels good most of the time, but ya need some relief every so often." I walked next to him and squeaked out. "I'll second that." Bobby chuckled and said, "Do you mind?"... he took my hand in his and held my hand like a boy and girl hold hands. The feel of another boy's palm against mine is one of those things that's a huge turn-on for me so when I tried to say it was OK it came out as another squeak. Bobby smiled and made conversation by telling me that he was a freshman at community college and he had to work here at the club as a valet parking attendant to pay for school. He squeezed by hand and said that he'd never be so bold as to hold a member's hand, but he remembered me from the last time I was here and I was real sweet to him then....he said he loved the kiss good night I gave him when he had fetched the car for Alexander. I smiled modestly....without a clue what he was talking about. Either I was drunker than I thought that night or he had me mixed up with someone else...either way I enjoyed holding hands with him. I told him I was a freshman also and a little about my university and then we were in the lavatory. Bobby opened the door to a handicapped stall telling me there was a lot more room in here. Without asking if it was OK, he used toilet paper and his spit to wash my lips free of the remaining black lipstick. I wasn't concerned about that because Alexander had the lipstick pencil with him. He could do my lips again if he wanted to. While scrubbing my lips Bobby's face was close to mine and he smelled fresh...like the outdoors. Up close I could see some almost healed acne that wasn't apparent from a distance. Strange, but it was sexy to me... it also made Bobby seem vulnerable somehow. Done with the lipstick removal, he said, "Here, I'll do this for you too" and he pulled apart both the Velcro strips that held up the front and back flaps on my tiny green shorts. I gasped because I wasn't expecting it. Without hesitating he took the ring at the end of my butt plug and twisted it in a circle making the plug rotate in my hole. I went, "Aggggg.. ooooohh" .... he stroked my cock into a boner with three strokes. I held on to him with my left arm around his neck, up on my toes. Clenching my eyes and mouth tight and holding my breath... soon a stream of cum poured out of my cock. I really can't remember a more intense sensation....earlier I'd had a few squirts of pre cum and one decent squirt of cum, but since then it's been a combination of things building up the sperm count in my nuts...the plug causing an unrelenting urge to cum for the last hour, the hot, beautiful Bobby and the surprise of what he just did....one hell of a nice combination. The first stream of cum was followed by drools and Bobby milked me dry before he stopped pulling on my dick. I was so weak I leaned against him and he patted my back saying, "Feel better now, Oliver? I know what a relief it was when Roger did this for me." My heart was pounding and I put both my arms around this kid and my hands felt his fat ponytail and that added to the weirdness....I'd forgotten about his ponytail and for just an instant I thought, "What the fuck is this?" and then I knew. I remembered Pete the mailroom boy's ponytail then. Bobby said, "You OK now?" and he was gently trying to pry me away from his body. I liked his body....I liked feeling his boner against my thigh too. Of course I had to let go of him and then I thanked him profusely for relieving my pent-up sexual urge. He said, "No problem" and then went on to tell me that he didn't like my dyed black hair. He said that I looked better with brown hair, and my haircut was artificial looking. He said my face was shown-off best with short hair, but not this hair style. He seemed like he knew what he was talking about.... like he was an expert in this area of faces and hair. To be a smart ass, I said I was thinking about growing a long, fat ponytail and he stopped talking then and looked at me funny, blushing slightly while saying, "I do go on, don't I? Some misguided people have even accused me of being a bit of a know-it-all." I liked that he blushed and I like self deprecating behavior so I chuckled at his comments... he did too. Bobby was still chuckling when he reattached the Velcro flaps on the front and rear of my bottoms. We were walking out of the stall when he said, "Ya think you could give me a duplicate of that goodnight kiss?" I said that I'd try, but that I was always changing my kissing technique. I wasn't going to admit to him that I didn't remember sharing a goodnight kiss with him....never mind what type of goodnight kiss it may have been. I started off with a spit swapping kiss because I felt that's probably the one I'd give if I was drunk and not thinking about it...it's my favorite kind of kiss. Bobby proved to be a very active participant. We sucked on each other's tongue and upper lips and swapped lots of saliva and finished with a long French kiss that left us both breathless. Hanging onto each other while getting our breath back, Bobby said, "That's not the one. Try another." and we both got the giggles and rubbed our noses together to spread the spit around on our faces. Almost at the same time we both said we'd better get back and saying it together made us laugh again. We washed our faces in the sink looking at each other's reflection in the mirror and smiling like naughty, nervous little boys.. Back in the lobby, just before going our separate ways, Bobby said very sincerely, "Your the kind of boyfriend I've always dreamed of. If you're ever single, please call me. I wrote my number on the ring." Then we both looked at each other and said together, "The fucking ring" and Bobby said he'd go get it for me. I'd left it on the lavatory floor. He ran it back to me and when he handed it to me he said, "Don't forget my goodnight kiss later on, Oliver" and he was gone. I thought, "What a great guy!" as I walked back to the table. As soon as I stepped in the dining room I saw Spunky and his "Batman' partner, Alexander's friend, Tunes....that's his nickname, I forget his real name. Spunky was sitting at our table laughing at something with Tunes standing next to him rubbing his back. Everyone had a drink already so that made me wonder how long I'd been gone. I saw right away that Spunky was a hot looking "Robin" but, unfortunately for him, Tunes sucked as Batman... mainly because he still had that scruffy, short beard and I never saw a Batman with a beard, scruffy or otherwise. Also, Tunes' Batman costume didn't look as good as Alexander's did. Alexander had a fabulous build, a long dick and a big set of nuts to create a great crotch bulge where as Tunes had a bit of a pot belly and a small crotch bulge which could only mean one thing... tiny dick. I smiled to myself and made a stick-em note in my brain to later on ask Spunky about Tunes' "package". Spunky himself looked even better than I remembered. The first thing you notice are those bright green eyes of Spunky's and right below the eyes, his very cute nose. I had to look at Spunky twice when I first met him to appreciate his looks because they are a little bit unusual, but in the end they all add-up to cute... He has a very cute kind of innocent, dumb "way" about him too... Tonight his hair, the exact same light and bright red color as Frankie's, was styling in a medium short spiked haircut with the tips bleached blond. He didn't have lipstick on which reminded me that mine was washed off...I glanced over at Alexander and he just gave me that cool smirk of his, so no problem. Spunky's "Robin" mask was eyebrow-penciled onto his face to highlight those eyes of his and he must have gotten his teeth whitened because the smile he gave me when he saw me walking toward the table was sparkling. "Where ya been buddy?' asked Alexander... I held it up as I explained I had to go hunt up my ring. Spunky said, "I got one too Oliver..Oh, and Hi, you look great. Tunes said you'd be here." Tunes said, "Yes I did, good to see you again Oliver" and he pulled me to him, with a hand on my arm, so he could kiss the side of my mouth. Then he chuckled and said, "If you weren't going to be a "Robin" I never could have talked Spunky into it...not that we have a chance of winning. Right Spunky?" Spunky enthusiastically said, "Fuck no" and for some reason this was funny to all of them. I put my ring on the seat next to Spunky and sat down. Spunky leaned over and we kissed on the lips...kissing on Spunky's full lips is a treat. Alexander passed me my drink ...it had been sitting there waiting for me. It was a vodka and grapefruit juice... most of the ice was melted. The members, as well as Ronald, mostly talked about golf so Spunky and me had each other all to ourselves. Spunky told me he loved my black hair, that it looked tough and he rubbed his fingers up the back of my head. I thought of the fifty thousand times I'd run my fingers through Frankie's red flattop haircut and then I thought about Joey's hair and how it felt. I got one of my shivers. Spunky was anxious to talk about his butt plug and he went on and on about how sexy it felt and he was so grateful to Tunes for putting it in him and he liked the body shave too and did I know he, Spunky, always shaved his legs anyway so the body shave was just more of that and on and on...The boy could really talk. I liked looking at Spunky's mouth when he talked because he had those wonderful lips. Our make-out session the last time I saw him had been so hot...so excellent, I wanted to do it again...right that second. Instead I squeezed behind his neck and Spunky must have read my mind because he leaned over and we kissed for maybe a minute. My boner was leaking again and, reading my thoughts again, Spunky said, "Oh, Oliver you're so hot you got my dick dripping...feels so good." I had to keep reminding myself that it was mostly the butt plugs that had me and Spunky in a constant state of arousal and was primarily the reason activities like making out with Bobby a little while ago and making out with Spunky at the dinner table just now...those kind of things had to be put in perspective. I need to keep myself under control or I might make a complete fool out of myself....like I'd already done standing outside in line. My face got red again thinking about that. Our conversation turned to Spunky still hating on his high school experience and how he wanted to quit and work full time at the restaurant... I tried to get him to change his mind about that. Spunky was a touchy/feely guy and he was always grabbing hold of my wrist or whispering about something with our foreheads touching or bumping his leg against mine. I liked it all very much. We licked each other's tongue for a bit and I heard Tunes saying something about the "boys" and their butt plugs and then some chuckling from the members.. I didn't care, I felt so sexual and I was real happy to be with the sixteen year old Spunky too.. I had just the one drink at the club and then it was our table's turn for the buffet. Well, one drink here and two at Alexander's, but who's counting. As we got up Roger and his date, a very thin twenty-something year old, came hustling in explaining they were late because of a traffic jam blah blah blah. He was Alexander's other member of the golf foursome that always played together. It was Alexander, Tunes, Dennis and the haughty, Roger. I don't care for Roger all that much. On the other hand he's always ignored me almost completely so we were pretty much even on that score. Certainly no kiss hello from Roger. Bobby had mentioned a Roger, I wonder if it's this Roger. Hope not for Bobby's sake. Fabulous buffet with standing rib roast, turkey or glazed ham at the carving stations.....French onion soup or clam chowder at the soup station.....baby browned red bliss potatoes, mashed garlic potatoes and candied yams at the starch station... Caesar salad, iceberg lettuce with Russian dressing and for the girly men, bib lettuce and dill dressing at the salad station...all kinds of pasta and on and on. Spunky and me didn't check out the vegetable station so I don't know what they had there...well, I did see Ronald with asparagus and hollandaise sauce so there's that. Spunky and me had a heaping plate and then he went back for more rare prime rib. That boy can eat. After dinner we visited the unbelievable dessert station for coffee and cakes and pies and other kinds of desserts I didn't even know the name of. The food and all you can drink is the main reason it cost $125 per person. Since Spunky and I weren't paying anything anyway, we thought it was well worth the $125. Shortly after dessert Alexander and Tunes waved for me and Spunky to follow them. We went into a meeting room to get instructions for the event. I had a little nervous twitter in my stomach thinking of parading in front of all those men. There were twenty four of us...twelve members as Batman and twelve guest as Robins. The person in charge of this evenings festivities outlined what we'd all be doing and where we were to stand as we waited afterward for the winner to be announced and so on. That took five minutes and then everyone was given a shot glass of Tequila which we all held up, some one said, "Have fun!" and everyone threw the shot of Tequila down their throat. Mine, Spunky's and the fourteen year old's came right back up....along with some of our dinner. Everyone, except us three, were hysterical with laughter. Then everyone, including the three throw-up boys, scurried out of that room and away from the vomit smell. We all lined-up, as we were instructed to do, and Alexander undid my front and back flaps. I felt the air on my ass while my semi-stiff cock enjoyed full freedom of movement at last. With our flaps open the three of us throw-up victims were allowed to rinse our mouths out at a water fountain and we all accepted gum from one of the Batmen. Naturally all the Batmen were checking out all the Robin's asses and packages...so were we Robins. I looked over and smiled at the fourteen year old who, by the way, had a smaller cock than I did. So much for Alexander saying I'd have the smallest one. I asked his name and he said with a superior attitude that he didn't speak with boys he didn't know. Even worse...he also spoke and moved his body in a manner that screamed...GIRL. This was one of those poor kids who should have been born with a cunt, but instead, like this one, they were born with a little set of cock and balls. I mumbled, "Sorry to bother you" and walked over to Spunky smirking my ass off. I told him that that hot little number over there was interested in meeting him. Off Spunky goes licking his lips and playing with himself only to return in fifteen seconds with the little girly/boy shouting out that Spunky should leave him alone forever.... and Spunky calling me a dick. He was laughing when he said it and we hugged and kissed each others neck. Spunky was a very easy kid to like. Alexander and Tunes showed us some poses with our fist up and our jaw clenched and silly stuff like that and then it was time to move out. Tunes told Spunky to look at him and when Spunky turned around Tunes broke a capsule under Spunky's nose ....Spunky took an inhale and his eyes got real big. I was about to ask what that was all about when Alexander did the same thing to me as he said, "This is what a popper is, baby". I inhaled from surprise and a too sweet smell quickly changed to a bad foot odor smell and as I felt a dizziness come over me my semi-stiff cock got limp. I took another deep breath to get oxygen in my lungs but Alexander still had the capsule held right at my nostrils so I inhaled more of that smell. My heart beat speeded up and for the first time since the plug was inserted in me, my ass felt loose and relaxed around it. I saw flashes of light and then a bright yellow spot with purple radiation coming out from it...I reached out to touch it but nothing was there. Alexander was holding me and whispering that I'll be fine in a second. I tried to hug him back but I guess he was behind me now. Spunky was somewhere saying he was scared, but I heard Tunes comforting him and then I felt very sexy like I'd just ingested some kind of aphrodisiac and a feeling of exhilaration came over me and I had no inhibitions of doing this parading thing or, for that matter, no inhibitions about doing anything else either. I was hot and I breathed into Alexander's face, "When are you going to fuck me, dude? " He kissed my mouth and then reapplied the black lipstick Bobby had washed off. I was squirmy as I held Alexander around his neck with both my arms....reaching behind me he pulled and pushed my butt plug doing two inch thrusts and then three inch ones... my cock got hard as stone as I was gagging with sexual desire. Pulling my arms from around his neck he said, "Keep stroking that pencil dick of yours, Oliver" and off we went....it was our turn to do the parading around for the crowd. I heard lots of noise and cat calls and laughter and I remember making fist and posing at different times with Alexander laughing hard and saying, "Not here, Oliver...I'll tell you when" I stroked my six inch boner and it stood straight out of my shaved body. When men in the front rows called me I'd go near them and they'd fondle my body and stroke my boner and I'd say nonsensical things to them all. Most of them laughed or shouted compliments. I heard Alexander's laughter almost the entire ten minutes we paraded around. When we were done I was disappointed we couldn't do it again. I had maybe twenty bills of various denomination sticking out of my tiny green "Robin" bottoms. Alexander said I was fantastic as he wrapped me up in his arms and went, "Shhh calm down" in my ear...over and over. In a few minutes everything began to wear off fast. Soon I was back to a dizzy, flat feeling again and Alexander got me some water and sat down with me at a table patting my hand and telling me I'd be fine. Those hemmy rings were conveniently all around the room and Alexander had grabbed one for me. I looked up and the dizziness came back so I kept looking at the table top. In my quick look up I'd seen Spunky throwing-up again and Tunes holding him around the shoulders. Within ten minutes of Spunky throwing-up we were both feeling pretty good again and both of us had hard boners again too. His was two inches longer than mine, but he said he liked my better. As Spunky was rinsing out his mouth at the water fountain I whispered to him that I'd love to suck him off. When I said that I remembered him asking me if I'd do just that the first time we were in the bathroom together a few months back. Spunky didn't mess around...he said he wanted to fuck me so bad his dick itched. Our horniness was still very noticeable as were our butt plugs. Shortly we paraded out in a line with all the others to hear who had won this thing. Alexander played with my butt plug a little bit and my cock got amazingly hard once more. I had a difficult time standing in one place. There we were...twelve duos of Batman and Robin standing along the front of the stage in the club's smallish auditorium. This one guy who always acts as master of ceremony said, "The number three runner-up and winner of $50 is Alexander and Oliver." Some boos... either because they thought we should be higher or maybe lower in the rankings, but mostly there were cheers and more cat calls. Alexander laughingly took my hand and led me across the stage after playing with my butt plug and precum dripped out of my pee slit causing loud cheering and more cat calls and then we were back in our spot on the stage. A Batman and Robin duo I didn't know were second place winners of $100 and the old bald Robin with the old pot-bellied Batman won the whole thing.... mostly because they were funny I guess. I hadn't heard their act as they paraded through the crowd but I'd certainly heard a lot of laughter for one of the duos...apparently it was for them. The crowd really cheered when they were announced as the $500 winners. I heard Alexander mumble to Tunes that these old farts have such a clique at the club there was little chance of a fair contest for the young guys. Tunes said, "Who gives a shit about this stuff, buddy. It's all for fun...you're too competitive" and we drifted over to a table, Spunky and me dragging a couple of rings with us, and ordered drinks. There was a charity side to this night's activities too and the organizers were looking for "Robins" to allow themselves to be put up for auction.... the winner of the auction got a thirty minute safe "date" with the volunteers this very evening. A very persuasive middle aged guy talked both Spunky and me into volunteering and Alexander warned me to think about it because these things always turn out to be a quick fuck by the auction winners. AIDS research was a great cause of course and this auction raised a lot of money for it so we ended up volunteering. I jokingly asked, "Ya mean I'm finally going to get fucked tonight?" They laughed, but Alexander again assured me I would definitely be getting fucked by the high bidder. I'm pretty sure the butt plugs and the after affects of the poppers had a hell of a lot to do with it, but I felt I really needed to get my tunnel plowed tonight and that club official had made it seem like Spunky and me were heros for volunteering. The seven other volunteer "Robins", along with Spunky and me, paraded one more time across the stage with a number on our back and our cock, balls and asses hanging out there for evaluation. Then the interested parties did a silent bidding thing and around eleven o'clock us volunteers were assigned little rooms waiting for our "dates". Alexander and Tunes would meet up with us later. I'd had two more vodka drinks before being assigned that little room and I was on the edge of being drunk, but still there was a nervous feeling about being fucked by a stranger for the first time in my life. Months ago I'd made that pact with myself to try things...to be open minded, but maybe the butt plug, poppers and the vodka had conspired to allow me to use poor judgement here....sex with a stranger? Even as recent as ten months ago I never would so much as considered this... I'd still be running, with my heals my ass as I ran. When the door opened it actually wasn't completely a total stranger, it was Dennis' date for the evening, Ronald. He was a nice man and very polished. I felt shy being in this small room just him and me. He slowly took off his sweater and then his shirt as he explained that every year he donated $10,00.00 to AIDS research and this year he donated it for the chance to spend a half hour with me. That was nice of him, but really...if he donated the money anyway...what was I, a throw in? Not that it makes much difference, I guess. He pulled off his undershirt and he had a fit body for a forty-something year old man, but his chest was covered with curly body hair. I stared at his chest, then nervously looked away and did my phony cough. Ronald took a small bottle from his pants and explained it was a liquid like the stuff in poppers, if I just took a quick sniff from the bottle I wouldn't get that explosion of reaction I'd gotten from Alexander's popper. He said, "It will relax you Oliver and I think if you relax you'll find that I can provide you with a lot of pleasure. I'm very experienced with this. On the other hand, if you feel you just can't go through with it I'll understand. No hard feeling either way, Oliver. I'm not about to rape you, son". Ronald was a very kind person, plus I didn't want to wimp out of something I promised to do....I hadn't thought it through very well, but none-the-less I'd said I would do it and so I will. I told Ronald to let me hold the bottle and when he gave it to me I sniffed a tiny bit and then a little bigger one and all the symptoms of the popper came back, but in a more manageable dose. The aphoristic affect was strong enough that I almost took another sniff but Ronald grabbed the bottle from me before I could. I sat on the cot as Ronald took off his pants and underwear. Standing completely naked in front of me he was a well built man but, you know...I wasn't use to hairy chest and legs and a real hairy bush too. And, of course, I was shaved totally hairless so we were almost a comical combination. Ronald said, "Lift your arms please, Oliver" and when I did he pulled my top off. The popper smell had me in a daze again. "Stand up, please" and when I did he pulled my bottoms down and then felt all over my body murmuring that I was beautiful. He acted like it was such a big deal...such a privilege to be with me that I began to feel self-conscious. The look on his face as he stroked my six inch cock and kissed the side of my face made it seem like I was a treasure or a rare exotic creature....with the help of the popper juice I felt good thoughts about Ronald... and I did want to please him. After ten minutes or so of examining my naked, hairless body he turned me around and bent me over slightly to play with my plug for a full two minutes. I had trouble catching my breath...the sensations spreading out from my hole had me making squeaky noises and humping my hips and stroking my boner. I thought I would absolutely and positively cum three or four different times, but each time Ronald did something to stop me from doing so. A squeeze on my nuts, push a certain way on my plug or something that temporarily reversed the cum sensation in my cock. He knew what he was doing and I was in heavy heat by the time he was done manipulating my plug. Squirming and moaning and vigorously humping my hips...saliva drooling down my chin from repeatedly licking my lips. My body, my skin, all over me felt squirmy and fine...I felt up and down my sides rubbing tightly against my shaved body with the palms of my hand.. feeling myself...feeling my own ass... mmmm, such a nice skinny body... Finally, with his arms around in front of my belly, he pulled me back up against him... my shoulder blades nuzzled into his hairy chest. He reached around to put his hand flat on my belly and pulled my ass into his crotch... his thick, wiry, pubic hair on my cleanly shaved ass. Then with pressure still on my belly I realized he wanted my shaved legs back against his hairy one and I complied. We were flat against each other with me taking short panting breaths. Actually, with the help of that popper juice, I felt safe and comfortable in his hairy embrace and I put my arms backward to feel him.... my hands landed on either side of his ass...a hand on each buttocks. He whispered in my ear, "Grab a handful Oliver" and I grabbed a handful of the lower portion of each of his buttocks as stars flew around in my head at the speed of light...his long, fat boner was pointing down, between my legs, bumping into the back of my balls. Ronald rocked me back and forth slightly, I was still dizzy but mostly I wanted his cock inside me so I moaned and he said, "Soon, you pretty thing. Soon". I pressed the back of my head against his shoulder and pressed the side of my head against his chin and he moved my head so he could kiss me on the side of my mouth ... his body was so strong and toned....I felt like the little boy I was. All the sensations got me to the point where I didn't even think about this guy being over forty years old or that he was hairy or that I'd just met him a couple hours ago......he had me so hot for him I groaned out, "Oh....do me now". his response was to suck right on Alexander's hickey and that got my cock dribbling pre cum again. Ronald told me to get the condom out of his pants pocket now and I quickly let go of his buttocks and reached for his pants on the bed... He never let go of me entirely. He turned me around to face him and pulled me tight up against him, humping into me all the time, then lifting me off the floor slightly. My boner was pressing downward between our bodies dripping still and I needed to "get off" but Ronald kept me just on the edge of cuming...I whimpered out my plea again, "I'm ready." He kissed me and said, "Not quite yet, Oliver...you're not needing it enough yet." He began fucking my hole with the plug which felt loose from that shot of popper juice I'd inhaled. He pulled it almost out and pushed it back in a half dozen times. Ronald would pull the plug out almost five inches and, after hesitating a few seconds, push it all the way back in real slowly. I was trying to push back during those few seconds of hesitation, but he held me tight against him. My arms hugged around his waist and I squirmed against his body hair....it felt so excellent to me now.... he did more with the plug and when I started super fast humps into him he said, "OK Oliver, you're ready now" and he told me to roll the condom on his long fat boner. I'd forgotten I was even holding the goddamn thing. I fumbled in my haste and dropped it and when I'd finally got it on him he stroked his cock to get some lube on his hand. I was wetting my lips making impatient humming sounds when he let go of me and told me to turn around and bend over. I did everything he told me as quickly as I could. Ronald expertly removed my butt plug with a pulling, twisting motion. Never have I felt anything as itchy-good as it felt to have him pull out that plug...it had been in me about four hours. The warm air poured into my wide open hole and felt cool because my body temperature is 98.6 and the warm room air was only 72 degrees. Ronald rotated his lubed fingers in my hole to help it adjust to being plugless and to reapply some lube... than he positioned me with the fat head of his cock at my hole and told me to press back until I was flat against him...just like I'd been a minute ago. When he told me to do something it was always in a polite way and he wasn't mean about it at all, but there was no doubt that he wanted me to do exactly what he said. And I did. I pushed back on his good sized cock and when his swollen cock head popped inside me I moaned out a long moan, then excitedly saying, "it feels so good...oh my God, it feels so nice" Ronald quietly said, "Keep pushing back on it, Oliver" and I did push back onto that boner...inch by fabulous inch...moaning and humming and blowing spit bubbles out of my mouth all the way until my ass was pressed into his pubes again. I took long breaths... everything appeared blurry to me, but everything felt good too. He reached a hand on each of my hips and pulled me a full inch farther back into his body and onto his boned up cock. It felt like my constant itch was being scratched till I could scream with ecstasy. His boner felt like it was hitting my lungs. I moaned out again and humped backward into his crotch and, with that same hold on each side of my hips, he lifted my feet off the floor and humped back against my ass in time with my humping against him. His boner grew inside me and I babbled incoherent sounds .... He held me off the floor for thirty second, me impaled on his fat boner kicking my feet slightly while Ronald was blowing his hot moist breath on the top of my head continually humping into me with my body swinging front and back as his cock scratched that itch way up inside my hole and then he gently set me down on the floor again, pushed on the back of my neck so I bent over forward and I grabbed hold of the bedpost with both hands. Ronald leaned over with me and with his forearm around in front, holding under my belly to press my back against his chest, he fucked me with fast long strokes and I felt like I was in the house of pleasure. Long steady penetrations and withdrawals...over and over and over...it had me squeaking and pulling on my boner with one hand while hanging onto that bedpost for dear life with the other... A few minutes of his fat cock driving up inside me while I matched each stroke wanking my boner... my boner sticking straight out from my shaved crotch and dripping precum for the past fifteen minutes finally got "that" special feeling and I felt my nuts go fast and tight up against my body...two more strokes up and down my boner...his fat cock in and out my hole and cum flew up from my nuts to spew out of my rock hard prick with me squealing and then going "Eeeeeee" as the next spurt came out. This was a very erotic fuck,,,different than other fucks I've had, different in ways I couldn't identify... other fucks I've had now seemed like boys playing grown-up ..... this was a real, honest to God grown-up fuck.. My sphincter ring closed tight on Ronald's cock and he hump into me so hard I fell forward past the bedpost onto the little bed... with Ronald still humping me, laying on my back. He filled up that condom making controlled grunting sounds and when he was drained he just lay there on top of me taking long, deep, noisy breaths for a couple of minutes. I was almost sobbing with relief, with sexual pleasures galore too. My entire body was shivering with sexual pleasure. I couldn't speak...just humming sounds and feel good noises... that plug had created a big urge for a fucking alright and I knew I'd just gotten one. After a short time of lying on my back Ronald slowly pulled his cock out of my hole and made a long whistling sound between his teeth and a number of deep breaths...finally, he asked, "You OK, Oliver" and I said, "Yes,...I feel fine, I enjoyed myself a lot, thank you for asking." He chuckled and said that Alexander was a lucky guy to have me as his boyfriend. I didn't correct his misconception. After an awkward minute or so, I slowly pulled that tiny bottom part of my "Robin" costume back on...then my top. My hole felt very weird still hanging open. Ronald got dressed quickly...he was in a great mood and said he wanted to buy me something, but I politely refused. Then he offered me a hundred dollar bill which I also refused. My brother Christian gave me more money than I could spend as it is. Still feeling the affects of popper juice I swung opened the door and Ronald and I left our little "getting-to-know-you" room. We almost bumped into Spunky and the really old fellow he was with the second we stepped out into the hallway. Obviously the old gentleman had "won" Spunky. Ronald said, "Hey Walt, you hot shit you. So you won our fine friend Spunky here?" Walt had one of those older guy voices that always sounds to me like they have a lot of phlegm in their throat..he said, "Yo, hi Ronald..yeah, anything to help fight AIDS." And then he did a big phlegmy laugh, tucked a bill in Spunky's bottoms and said to Ronald, "Let me buy you a drink, I haven't felt this good in a while." The older guys said goodbye, thank you so much.... and like that...and they were gone. I looked at Spunky and feeling embarrassed all of a sudden, I quietly asked, "How was it, dude?" We wandered back downstairs to find our real "dates"...our Batmen, discussing our recent fucks. To say we were in a somber mood was only partially correct because we'd both had poppers before getting fucked so that was still creating a bit of a high, counteracting some of our somberness. Spunky said getting the plug out and being fucked was almost more a relief that a sexual turn-on. I told him I know what he meant, but that my fuck was hot too... in addition to itching that wicked itch in my hole. We kept trying to convince each other we'd done it for the right reasons...for AIDS research. We lied a little to each other that it was no big thing letting a stranger fuck us and then we tried kissing for a few minutes to bring us back into the real world maybe, or something like that... I told Spunky that my guy was OK... I told him about the $10,000 the guy bid for me and Spunky was speechless until I confessed that Ronald donated that amount every year with or without me and we got a forced laugh out of that. I didn't want to admit that I couldn't remember a climax to match the one Ronald put on me. Funny though...the more the popper effect wore off, the less spectacular the fucked seemed. I didn't know what to make of that. Walking around together we ran into Tunes, but Alexander was off somewhere...Tunes pretended he didn't know where but I figured Alexander was "doing" somebody at that very moment. Tunes bought us drinks and then Spunky and I went into the dance club....Tunes had spotted Roger with his date and headed for them. Loud music in the club, big beat at the moment but the DJ was announcing a change of pace...three slow tunes in a row. Spunky and me danced real close to all three and all of a sudden I began to feel depressed. It made me wonder why. No more plug, I'd out-lasted the effects of the poppers and I felt sexually satisfied...why then, with all those things going for me, was I feeling depressed? Spunky was unusually quiet too as we slow danced close together...it seemed as if we really needed each other's support right then. There were only ten couples dancing at the time...one of the couples was the little girly/boy who looked like he/she had been sniffing a lot of popper juice again. His twenty-something year old date was loving on that teen's body something terrible...it wasn't right except I had to admit that the girly/boy seemed to love every second of it. The kid was obnoxious, sure... but was he too young for that kind of treatment? Who was I to decide for him... Made me think of the twins and I had to wonder if I'd done the right thing passing-up that chance. After the slow songs we were thinking about looking for a room to be alone in when Alexander showed up. He'd been looking for us...he seemed fairly drunk, but not real bad. He insisted Spunky and me join him, Tunes, Dennis plus a few other members in a drinking game at the little side bar...lose a round of the game and you chug a seven ounce pony bottle of Rolling Rock beer. Spunk and me rolled our eyes at each other like, "whoopee.." but we followed Alexander and played the game with the older guys. It got to be a lot of fun, but we all drank too many pony bottles of Rollin Rock. Alexander said he wanted to leave no later than 1am because he had to work the next day so I knew the game wouldn't last too long. At about 12:15 the loser of the last category tried to drink his "loser" pony bottle... he hesitated half way through the bottle only to lurch once and then reverse the flow of beer... no longer going down, it began coming up...long spew of beery vomit that sent us all scattering. That guy's vomit caused another of the players, one with a weak-stomach apparently, to hurl his beery vomit up too so we quit the game and went our separate ways. We'd been at a corner table and as we left I heard a bartender say, "North, the clean-up cost will be on your monthly tab...asshole!" Tunes and Alexander laughed like little kids. Those two guys headed for the main bar looking for Dennis and Roger. Spunky and me tried to find one of those little "meet & greet" rooms upstairs... an empty one so we could make out for a few minutes. We had to try five doors before we found an unlocked one. Inside, Spunky locked our door and, sounding like he was having trouble breathing, asked "Oliver, can we take these costumes off?" I couldn't think of any reason not to, so we got naked....the bed was still made up so that told me no one had used the linens yet.....we got under the covers. Spunky said, "Ya think you could hold onto me, Oliver? I don't feel too great." We rustled around on that little cot to get comfortable as I remembered Joey saying that same thing to me not too long ago.. Both of us on our side, I hugged Spunky around his neck and over his chest with my hairless belly up against his hairless belly. Kissing his great lips twice and then he put his leg over my leg and we were tight together. Our naked, hairless bodies rubbing together lips to feet. He was still gloomy so I faught off my own depressed feeling and asked, "You gonna be OK, Spunky?" He quietly told me had a guilty conscience about the older man fucking him... he hated getting fucked without even knowing the man who fucked him. Spunky told me the man had given him a fifty dollar bill and it felt to Spunky like he'd just committed an act of prostitution or something. I sighed because obviously our making-out was on the back burner for the moment. Talking quietly to Spunky hoping to pick-up his spirits, I admitted to him that I didn't feel it was my finest moment either, but we weren't being prostitutes...far from it. I said, "We were helping out as best we could. And, don't forget...we were under the influence of the poppers and on top of that, we're not use to drinking hard liquor either...certainly not the number of hard liquor drinks we'd had". I was trying to convince myself we weren't sluts too. I wasn't drunk from the drinking game, but I had had enough to be in a philosophical frame of mind. "Further more Spunk, remember that guy who talked us into volunteering? He was one smooth talking dude alright and neither Alexander nor Tunes tried very hard to talk us out of volunteering....so that sucks, right? And, what the fuck Spunk, we did help raise money to fight aids". He reluctantly admitted my points and then we repeated pretty much the same thing all over again for another fifteen minutes or so and finally he said, "Thanks, Oliver...I feel better about everything now." I wanted to spout out more advise...but Spunky was through it seemed...at one point he hinted that I'd already said that.. and he repeated that he did feel better about things. Maybe I was a bit closer to being drunk then I thought. We were quiet and as I thought about the things I'd said to Spunky I realized that I felt better about myself too so I said, "Me too, Spunky...I feel better, but I'm never doing something like that again. How about you?" Spunk didn't say anything so I asked again, but it became obvious from his regular breathing that he'd fallen asleep....in my arms... feeling safe and feeling better, I hoped. I hugged him a little tighter and lightly kissed his forehead... what a sweet kid. To myself I said, "I'll let him sleep till I hear the one o'clock tone from that big ass grandfather clock downstairs in the foyer...." Part 2 of Conclusion soon..... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com