Chapter 61

Behind me, the heavy thump of bass starts to pound into the night. I pull back, surprised, but Bobby promises, “They won’t leave. Ryan always fucks with the music on because Amber’s so loud.” True enough, the car doesn’t start, and I relax as I give into Bobby’s insistent kisses. Around us, wind rustles through the pines with a sad sound. My lips begin to tingle beneath Bobby’s mouth. I feel giddy and more drunk now than earlier when I had the beer. Hard fingers knead my buttocks, their grip uncompromising as they pull me closer to rub my cock against Bobby’s swollen crotch. Breaking away for a moment, Bobby calls me Jakein his breathy voice and I don’t bother to correct him. “Are you really a virgin?” he wants to know.

I try to think of something to say that doesn’t sound like noand isn’t an outright lie, but nothing comes to mind. So I just shrug and that seems to be the right answer, because Bobby nudges my nose with his and murmurs, “It’s okay. I’ll go slow.”

Then his hands trail around my waist and unsnap the front of my jeans. In the shadowy moonlight that streaks through the trees, my briefs are so white that they seem to glow with a light of their own. I watch his hands as they spread my zipper as wide as it’ll go. Then he strums across the front of my briefs, fondling the erection that’s crammed uncomfortably into the confines of my underwear. The sensation makes my knees weak and I lean forward to rest my forehead on Bobby’s shoulder, my eyes shut tight against the lust that fans my blood. The scent of his Obsession envelops us. I dare to kiss his neck, a tiny peck really, that’s all I can muster before he eases my briefs down below my balls and takes my dick between his hands. “Nice,” he says as he rubs up my length. I struggle to hold back the orgasm that threatens to rip through me at his touch.

With quick, practiced moves, Bobby keeps me in one hand while he unzips his pants and lets his own erection poke from the fly of his boxers. Then he touches the heads of our cocks together gently, as if in greeting. I come a little bit, I can’t help it, I’ve never been this close to anyone before, and he laughs at the white spurt. Bobby rubs it onto his dick and then squeezes my length as if he wants more. My hands are still in the way—I place them on the tree behind him, the bark rough against my palms, and as Bobby strokes me, I thrust into his hands. My breath comes in short, quick gasps that sound funny in the still night. Raising his hand to my face, Bobby holds out two fingers and tells me, “Open.”

I open my mouth and he sticks his fingers inside. They’re salty from my own juice and smell like sex. He lets me suck on them for a few seconds before he extracts them and uses my saliva to wet his dick. Then he lines it up alongside mine and encircles both of us with his hands. I thrust against him, overeager, the feel of his cock beside mine like velvet-sheathed steel. This time I don’t hold back, I can’t, and after a few strokes, I come in a hot rush into the thick, kinked hair of Bobby’s crotch.

He laughs and lets me go, but before I can step back, one arm wraps around my waist to keep me close. “You’re quick,” he says with another laugh. Between us his hand moves along his dick, stopping now and then to finger his balls or smear my juice along his length. I watch him, fascinated by his slow, steady strokes. I squat down for a closer look and Bobby asks, “You want to blow me?”

“I’ve never really—”

He lets go of his dick and places his damp hand on my head, his fingers in my curls. “Try it,” he says. Tentatively I take his cock in one hand and guide it to my mouth. The tip more pliant between my lips than I dreamed it would be. I suck on it, rim my tongue around the head, lick around and around and around as more of him eases between my lips. Somewhere above me, Bobby moans in pleasure. The hand on my head presses against me as I take him in, deep inside. Just when I think he’s gone too far, I’m going to choke, he fists his hand in my hair and tugs me back. His length slips from my mouth and I stick my tongue out to follow it, licking the wet head before taking him in again.