Glory Boy Series

GLORY BOY SERIES FWF Firecracker – The Glory Boy After the Fireworks – Glory Boy 2 Labors of Love – Glory Boy 3

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FWF FIRECRACKER The Glory Boy “The glory boy is home.” Eric rolled his eyes. “My life is complete.” Nancy turned her head to look in the same direction “Where?” Switching his weight to his other elbow, he lifted his arm from the wooden railing and pointed toward the gazebo. “Over there, talking to Mr. Wilson.” She tilted her head down to look over her sunglasses. “Oh yeah. Man, he’s still hot.” Eric replaced his elbow on the railing and sunk his chin back on his palm. “Yes he is.” She chuckled. “Too bad he’s not gay, huh?” He made no reply. There was no need. Eric was the only openly gay person in the very small town of Linden Grove and very few people let him forget it. Although he shouldn’t complain. Shocking enough that coming out to his family had been completely anti-climatic. Doubly shocking when both of his parents proceeded to tell everyone they knew. Like Eric’s being gay was a badge of honor, for chrissakes! Sometimes he really hated having hippie parents. Okay, that wasn’t fair. He should be grateful they were supportive, and he was, but it was kinda weird that not only they but pretty much all of their friends were so excited about it. According to them, he was a free spirit, going his own way, doing his own thing. It was kind of irritating. But then, just about everything about Linden Grove irritated him. He couldn’t wait to pack up for college in the fall. Soon he would be on his own in a completely different world. Bobby Peck—the glory boy—had done that two years ago. By all accounts, the former high school football star was doing well on his business degree and was third string on his college team. With nothing else to do, Eric studied the glory boy, using his sunglasses and the long brown bangs over his eyes to hide what he was doing. Bobby stood among a group of greats and former greats of the Linden High Broncos, a plastic cup in his hand and that ever-present, blinding smile on his face. Baggy gray cargo shorts and tight white t-shirt with his college’s logo blazoned across perfect pecs. His dark blond hair was cropped short at the neck and sides, a little longer at the top. He could have spiked it if he wanted, but that wouldn’t be his style. Sunglasses and distance hid his eyes from Eric, but he knew they were this deep, sensual brown with surprisingly heavy eyelids. Always made him look seductive. At least, to Eric’s wayward imagination. Nancy slapped his arm, getting his attention. “C’mon, I’m hungry. Let’s go eat.”

*3* Finding no particular reason not to comply, Eric pushed away from the railing then followed his sister off the bridge and headed toward where the temporary stalls had been set up for the locals to sell food. ~*~*~*~ “Eric Malloy.” He thought it was his uncle Dave’s rich voice at first. But, as he turned, swallowing his bite of hot dog, he realized that was stupid because his uncle wouldn’t say his last name. He couldn’t have been more shocked to look up, first into a t-shirt with “USC” plastered across the front in red and gold, then into a face he’d jacked off thinking about many times. Luckily he’d swallowed, because he might have choked. As it was, he stammered. “Bobby Peck.” Surprising, Bobby held out one big hand toward him. “Good to see you. How you doin’?” Eric blinked, stunned. On auto-pilot, he shifted his paper plate to his other hand and shook Bobby’s hand. “I’m good. How’re you?” Bobby shook his head. “Doin’ good.” That smile made him seem like he had more teeth than normal people. “Uh.” At a loss, Eric pointed to Nancy, seated beside me. “You remember my sister, Nancy.” Bobby held out his hand. “I do. How’re you?” She did that awful giggle thing before taking his hand. “I’m great. What brings you back in town?” “Just visiting. I missed the picnic last year and my mom barely forgave me.” They laughed appropriately. Bobby focused on him again. “You must have graduated in May.” Again, Eric had to blink away surprise. “Uh, yeah.” “Congrats, man.” To Eric’s further shock, Bobby sat himself down on the hay bale beside Eric, leaning elbows on knees and holding the plastic cup by the fingertips. “You off to college in the fall?” “Yeah.” “Where to?” “UC Santa Barbara.”

*4* Bobby nodded. “Nice school. I’ve got a buddy down there. Gorgeous city.” Eric nodded, still unable to figure out why the glory boy was talking to him. There were kids Eric’s age and older all over the picnic who’d kill to have his undivided attention. It’s not like they really knew each other. Not well. Bobby had been nice to him in school, but they’d rarely interacted. Eric had interviewed him once for the school paper and Bobby had congratulated him on a good performance after one of the school plays, but those were their two major conversations. But here was Bobby Peck asking him what he was going to study and was he really into journalism and what type of writing did he hope to do. At some point, Nancy left. Eric panicked at first, but Bobby just kept him talking. He’d just started asking Bobby about what he’d been up to at college when others started coming to talk to him. Seemed leaving the glory boy in just one conversation wasn’t acceptable. Two of Bobby’s friends from high school came up and joined the conversation for a while, which was just too weird since they were really nice to Eric. But then they took Bobby off to play Frisbee while the sun was still up. “Nice talking to you, Eric,” Bobby said, shaking his hand again. “Yeah.” He had a genuine smile for Bobby. “You too.” “Whoa!” Nancy bumped him from behind, murmuring into his ear. “What was that?” “I have no idea.” ~*~*~*~ Of course there were fireworks. What self-respecting town picnic didn’t include fireworks? And the park in Linden Grove had a nice sized lake to reflect and support the colorful display. Eric remembered a time when he and Nancy had waited eagerly for the sun to go all the way down and the show to start. Then, in high school, it was the signal to go off in the wooded area of the park to drink and make out. Well, Eric had never done the make out part but he’d done the drinking part. This year though? Eh. Maybe he’d just watch the show. He stood off to the side near the trees, out of the crowd that was gathering in the clearing that faced the lake. The old elm tree shaded him mostly from view and that was just fine by him. Nancy had gone into the woods with her friends. He’d been invited but… nah. And he didn’t feel like hanging out with his own few friends. He wasn’t especially close to any of them anymore anyway. The whistle behind him got his attention. Startled, he glanced over his shoulder. At first all he saw what a silhouette. He thought it might be his dad. Curious, he wandered back into the trees. He stopped. That was not his dad. That was the glory boy himself. Filtered moonlight caressed one side of his face and limned his white shirt into ghostly blue. “Bobby?” The taller man stepped closer until that blinding grin was visible. “Hey.”

*5* “What…?” Eric shook his head. “What’s up?” Bobby glanced toward the crowd. There wasn’t enough light from the picnic ground to really light him, but Eric’s vision had adjusted enough to make out a few details. His sunglasses were gone so Eric could see those sleepy eyes under those heavy brows. Still couldn’t see the rich color of his eyes but he could imagine well enough. “I wanted to talk to you in private earlier than this, but…” He stepped closer, gaze intent on Eric. “I heard you came out this year.” Eric’s jaw dropped. He stared at Bobby’s very serious face for a moment before regaining himself. “Yeah, I did.” Bobby shoved his hands into the front pocket of his shorts. “Takes guts, man.” Oh no, this is so not happening. He shrugged. “I couldn’t hide it any longer.” “I know what you mean.” Jaw dropped again. Eric stared into that all-American wonder boy’s face. “No way.” Bobby nodded. “Yeah.” “No way!” The bigger man chuckled. “Yeah, I know. The glory boy, right?” Eric swallowed, unaware that Bobby knew what they called him behind his back. “Holy shit. Have you…? Does anyone know?” “My folks know. My brother and sister know.” He glanced toward the crowd again. “No one else around here. I just told them this week. They’re adjusting.” “When did…? How did you…?” Bobby’s grin was back. “College is great for ‘finding yourself’.” Eric couldn’t help it. He burst out laughing. So that’s why Bobby wanted to talk to him earlier. Kindred spirits and all. “Oh man, that’s great.” His laughter faded as Bobby stepped even closer. “Y’know, I always thought you were really cute.” Just like that, Eric was hard. He could feel it in his shorts and was so very glad he’d worn the denim instead of the spandex. He backed up a step. “What?” Bobby was close enough now that Eric could see the glint in his eyes as those sleepy orbs roamed his face. Hungrily. Really? “I couldn’t admit it then, but, god damn, you have the prettiest mouth I’ve ever seen.”

*6* Said mouth gaped. “You’re joking.” Bobby stepped even closer. “I’m not.” Eric stepped back, shaking from head to toe. “This can’t be real.” Those eyes were on his mouth. “It’s real. And I’d really, really like to kiss you.” Eric stumbled. Bobby reached out and caught his arm in one strong hand. Bang! The first explosion of the fireworks sounded, followed by a cascade of pops. Echoing fireworks sizzled up Eric’s arm to set fire to his spine. Bobby swept his boneless body back, finding a nice, wide tree trunk to brace him against. Shocked, Eric stared up into that face, vivid memories filling in the details that shadows currently hid. He knew it was more fireworks popping in the distance but he got the impression that the detonations were happening in his gut. Bobby leaned in until his nose almost touched Eric’s, close enough that visual details were no longer necessary. The sound of his breathing, the warm, sunny smell of his skin, the heat of his strong body so very close, these were far more interesting up close. His hands were steel bands around Eric’s slim upper arms, firm, not hurting. “Can I kiss you?” “Please.” The word spilled out without any conscious thought on Eric’s part. Which was just as well. Bobby dove in to take possession of his mouth, scattering all thoughts but those of soft lips parting on his and a tongue tapping for entrance. Gladly, he opened, sucking in a tongue he would never have thought he’d get to taste. When Bobby finally pulled back, it wasn’t far. His hands had moved to cradle Eric’s jaw, tilting his head for better access. Now he paused, lips just a whisper away from Eric’s, breath a tantalizing caress. “Oh fuck.” Eric’s fingers dug into Bobby’s sides. “I’ll say.” Bobby’s lips brushed Eric’s again. “I could kiss you forever.” “Okay.” Ba-bang! Zam! Whooosh! The show continued, colorful lights trying to penetrate the shadows around them. Chuckling, Bobby nipped Eric’s lower lip, pulling out a moan. “I’m okay just kissing, but,” he swiped his tongue just inside Eric’s lip, “I’d love to do more. If you’re willing.” Eric squirmed, unconsciously trying to pull Bobby closer. He was on fire and needed Bobby to be the smothering blanket for the flames. “Okay.”

*7* “You know what I mean, right?” “Yeah.” He knew. He was scared to death but he was also painfully aroused. Bobby’s hands stopped him from pressing up into another kiss. “How far have you gone before?” Eric swallowed. He so didn’t want to answer. It’d make him seem like a kid. But he didn’t think lying would be a good idea either. “About this far.” Gentle thumbs caressed the corners of his mouth. “How much farther?” Couldn’t they just do it? Did Bobby really need to know about Eric’s lack of experience? “Jacking off?” One hand adjusted so its thumb could toy with Eric’s bottom lip. Bobby watched its progress. “You ever sucked a guy off with this mouth?” Eric’s dick jumped in his shorts. Might be leaking. “Once.” The thumb slid inside to trace the tops of his bottom front teeth. “Only once. Shame. You’ve got a mouth that’s made for sucking dick.” Fire crackled in the sky as Eric closed his lips over that thumb, sucking it in. He locked gazes with Bobby as he did it, making his non-spoken invitation as blatant as he could. Bobby groaned, pressing closer. One big thigh eased itself between Eric’s legs. “You never been fucked, have you, Eric?” He kept his thumb in Eric’s mouth, sliding his other hand down Eric’s side until it reached his hip. Fingers dug into one side of his ass. “Anyone ever sunk his cock balls deep in your hole?” Eric groaned, grinding down on Bobby’s thigh. He was having a hard time concentrating. “Answer me, pretty baby.” Bobby’s breath was a caress on his cheek. “Anyone ever fuck you?” Unwilling to release Bobby’s thumb, Eric gave a minute shake of his head. “Oh man. I didn’t think I’d be that lucky. I wanted to come back and find you.” Zim… crack! Explosions overhead punctuated the shock to Eric’s poor brain. “Kiss you. Fuck you.” Bobby rocked his hips into Eric, making his own arousal evident. “Didn’t know you’d be a virgin for me.” He kissed Eric’s cheek, the corner of his eye. “Can I fuck you, baby? Can I do to you what I’ve been wanting to do since I admitted I liked guys?” That warranted actual words. “God, yes.” Eric spoke around Bobby’s wet thumb. Boldly, he slid one hand down between them and palmed Bobby’s erection. Ker-blam, pop! “Oh please, God, yes.”

*8* Bobby ripped his hand free of Eric’s mouth so he could take possession again with his own. Eric gave it all he could, squeezing the steel rod in Bobby’s shorts. He’d never wanted anything so much in his life. Growling, Bobby grabbed Eric’s hips and yanked him up farther so that he was precariously balanced on Bobby’s thigh. The toes of his Nikes barely touched the ground. When he was settled, Bobby attacked the button and fly of his shorts. “Can’t do everything I want here.” His voice was low and raspy, the vibrations shaking Eric to the core. “Too many people and no lube.” Eric heard the crowd’s oooo’s in the distance, knew this wasn’t smart. Anyone could come up and see them. He cried out when one huge hand wrapped around his cock. “Oh shit, you’re wet.” Bobby groaned, looking down as he stroked Eric’s erection. “Knew you’d be gorgeous. Bet you taste good. Ah, fuck.” One handed, he popped open the fly of his own shorts, releasing his cock. “We’ll just do this now, then go somewhere where I can fuck you all night. Yeah?” Eric would have answered, but first the sight of Bobby’s cock, even in shadow, took his breath away. Boom! Hisss. Then Bobby wrapped his hand around both cocks, pressing them together. “Oh fuck!” Eric whimpered, barely remembering not to scream. This was better than anything he and Paul Fiddle from Grainger High had done on their few, secretive dates. All new to the gay thing, he and Paul had only had the guts to suck each other before they broke up over an argument. Why hadn’t they thought of this?! He dug his fingers into the solid meat of Bobby’s shoulders and rocked his hips in time to Bobby’s hand. “That’s it, pretty baby.” Bobby crooned into his ear, licking the rim while his grip pushed Eric to the edge. “Come for me now and I’ll make you come again later.” “God, Bobby.” Eager, he reached up to wrap his hand around the back of Bobby’s skull, guiding those delicious lips back to his. Desperate, he fed at Bobby’s mouth as the orgasm took him. Fireworks above the trees around them sounded out the fireworks shattering in Eric’s belly. He shot his own version between them, coating Bobby’s hand. His mouth went lazy as the sensations drained from him, but Bobby held him fast, still squeezing, still making him squirm for another minute until he grunted and spurted his own cum to mingle with Eric’s. They kept kissing, all the urgency gone, only sweet enjoyment remaining. Bobby toyed gently with their cocks, keeping them together as they subsided. Eric squirmed at the sensation but not enough to get away. “Do you need to stay?” Bobby asked finally. Eric thought about it. The sound of the fireworks show were gone. People would be heading home. No doubt there were other teenagers within the trees, doing similar things to what they’d just done. Geez, had anyone seen them? Swallowing, he pulled back a little. Even if

*9* anyone had been watching, they wouldn’t have seen much. Bobby’s body hid just about everything. “No.” Bobby pressed their foreheads together. “Let’s drive to Grainger. Get a room for the night. I just made promises I’d really like to keep.” He stared up into those big brown eyes, amazed. Had this just happened? “Really?” Bobby’s thumb swiped over the soft, wet head of Eric’s cock, making Eric gasp. “Really.” Eric smiled so wide it hurt his cheeks. “Let’s do it.” Grinning, Bobby kissed him thoroughly once more before backing away so they could both adjust their clothes. Eric watched him wipe cum off his hand with the hem of his t-shirt before tucking it back into his shorts, seemingly unconcerned. The glory boy was gay and wanted to fuck Eric into next week. Who would have thought?

* 10 *

AFTER THE FIREWORKS Glory Boy 2 “Be safe, sweetheart. Call us tomorrow if you’re staying out.” “Okay, mom.” Eric flipped his cell phone shut. “That’s it?” Eric looked over at Bobby, who’d glanced at him from the driver’s seat. “What?” “You just call and say you’re staying out all night?” Eric laughed. “My parents like to think of themselves as very progressive. As long as I call in every once and awhile, I can pretty much do what I want.” “Oh man. My folks’d never be that cool.” “You going to call them?” “Nah. I told them at the picnic that I wouldn’t be home tonight.” His grin turned into a leer even though it was directed at the road ahead. “Before I came to find you.” Eric blushed, staring at the phone he cradled in his lap. “Oh yeah.” He snuck another peek at Bobby. The glory boy was lit up only by the dash lights of his Mustang GT. The twenty mile stretch between Linden Grove and Grainger split through farm and pasture lands so the street lamps were few and far between. “So,” Bobby adjusted in his seat so that his shoulder was closer to the door, that elbow propped on the window ledge and that wrist looped over the steering wheel to drive. His other hand lay quiet on his thigh, fingers touching the bare, hairy skin below the hem of his shorts. “Can I ask you something?” Distracted by Bobby’s hand, Eric startled. “Uh, sure.” “If you’re still a virgin, why’d you bother coming out?” “Huh?” Bobby shrugged. “You could have hid it until you got to college and avoided all the flack.” “Oh.” He shrugged. “I dunno. Guess I just wanted it to be out in the open. No one gave me any flack, not really.”

* 11 * “Not even as school?” “A couple of guys tried to make something of it but some other guys came to my defense.” He sighed, looking out his window. “Besides, I took judo when I was younger so the one fight I got in didn’t last long.” He chuckled. “No one wanted it known they got beat up by a fag.” Bobby laughed. “That’s awesome. Man, you’ve got hidden depth beneath that pretty exterior.” Eric ducked his head. “I’m not pretty.” Fingers brushing at the hair falling against his cheek startled him. He looked over to see Bobby’s hungry stare. “You’re gorgeous.” Embarrassed but pleased, Eric ducked his head again. “So why’d you come out?” “I guess for the same reasons. I’ve figured out that I just like sleeping with guys more than girls and didn’t think it was fair to my parents to hide it from them.” “You think they’ll be okay with it?” “Yeah. I think so. If not, can I send them to talk to your mom and dad?” Eric laughed. “Sure, but I gotta warn you. My parents are pure hippies. They may be more shocking than your being gay.” Mood lifted, they exchanged stories about their parents for the remainder of the trip. Sure, Eric knew of Bobby’s family but he couldn’t say he knew them personally. He knew of everyone in Linden Grove but really only spoke to a few on a regular basis. When the reached the turn off into Grainger, the bats in Eric’s belly returned. They fell silent as Bobby navigated to the Best Western. “This okay with you?” Bobby asked as he turned into the parking lot. “Yeah. Sure.” The car stopped in the middle of the deserted driveway, still a good distance away from the entrance lights. Surprised, Eric turned to look at Bobby. “Say the word, gorgeous, and we’ll leave.” The concern on his face touched Eric heart, making some of his fear melt. Boldly, Eric leaned over, offering his lips up for a kiss since his seatbelt wouldn’t let him close the distance between them. Bobby helped by leaning over, gently taking the offer. Eric smiled at him when he pulled back. “I want to stay.” Bobby grinned. “That’s my boy.”

* 12 * Eric had to laugh at the spot-on imitation of Mr. Grossman, their high school principal. ~*~*~*~ When they got into the room, Bobby tossed the small duffle bag he’d taken from his trunk onto the chair. Eric stared at it. He didn’t have any clothes for the morning. He didn’t have a toothbrush. He didn’t… Bobby caught his shoulders and turned him into a kiss. Suddenly, he didn’t care what he didn’t have because what he wanted was right here. Bobby held him in amazingly strong arms, one of those big hands on the back of his head to tilt it just the way Bobby wanted it. Eric didn’t feel like he had a thing to worry about, not even when Bobby walked him backward toward the bed. The kiss broke when they reached it and Bobby turned them so that he could sit. He drew Eric into the space between his knees, so tall that the top of his head was on level with the top of Eric’s shoulder. Eric slipped his arms around Bobby’s neck as he was pulled forward. Bobby kissed him briefly as he let his hands slide down to the waistband of Eric’s shorts. “I need to get you naked,” he said, growling a little through the words as he smoothed his hands up under Eric’s t-shirt. “Okay.” Eager to please, Eric grabbed the rucked up hem in both hands and pulled the shirt up and over his head. As he tossed aside the garment, Bobby did a little exploring with his hands, calloused fingers tracing Eric’s ribs and little bit of muscle tone. Eric was so very glad that he’d been swimming lately. It had given him a tan and slimmed off a few of the pounds he’d gained during the winter. “Oh yeah.” Hands sliding around to Eric’s back, Bobby pulled him forward to bring one nipple to his mouth. Eric gasped, squeezing the bigger man’s shoulders and pleasure zinged through him. He and Paul had done a little nipple play but Paul hadn’t been much for playing with any but “the important” areas: i.e. mouth, cock and ass. Bobby, on the other hand, seemed quite willing to take his time exploring. Strong fingers kneaded all over Eric’s chest as Bobby feasted on first one, then the other nipple. “Bobby,” Eric groaned, clutching the man’s t-shirt. “You’re driving me crazy.” That hot tongue circled his nipple. “I haven’t even started.” Sleepy brown eyes twinkled wickedly before he took a bite at Eric’s nipple, just hard enough to make him jump. Watching Eric, his hands roamed down to firmly cup Eric’s ass. “I can’t wait to get that cock of your in my mouth. I know you taste good.” Eric had to close his eyes, knowing he was blushing. “Oh man, don’t talk like that.”

* 13 * “Why not?” Tongue at his nipple, fingers pressing into the crack of his ass. “It makes you blush all pretty.” Eric frowned down at him. “You’re trying to embarrass me?” Bobby laughed. “Nah.” Fingers rubbed his back entrance through the double layer of shorts and underwear. “I’m trying to get you all hot.” “You’ve done that.” He kissed the center of Eric’s chest. “Not enough.” When those tormenting fingers came forward to the button of Eric’s cut-offs, he shook himself into some sort of reason. Stepping back, he caught hold of Bobby’s wrists. “Let me do that.” He nodded toward Bobby’s clothes. “You should get naked.” Those sleepy eyes narrowed, so sexy over his wicked grin. “Okay.” Quick as a wink, he stood and had his t-shirt off. Eric could only blink, having to admire the cut muscles of Bobby’s chest underneath a thin mat of hair. Then Bobby had his cargo shorts open and was bending to shuck them and underwear. “Whoa!” Eric’s exclamation came unbidden when Bobby stood back up, his cock slapping up against his belly. A terrible mixture of fear and lust transfixed Eric. He wanted that cock, wanted to wrap himself around it and pay due homage to it. But it scared the hell out of him. It must have shown in his face because some of the wicked drained from Bobby’s face. “You okay?” Eric nodded, swallowed. “O-one of the reasons the guy I was with broke it off with me was because I was scared to…” He nodded, losing his nerve. With nothing but understanding in his face, Bobby stepped close enough to reach up and cup Eric’s jaw. He had to use it to turn Eric’s attention from his cock to his eyes. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” His smile was vastly reassuring. “There are plenty of good things I can do with that body of yours.” Eric laughed, again much of his fear abating. “You’re good at that.” “Good at what?” “Making me feel okay.” “Hey.” With both hands on either side of Eric’s neck, Bobby used his thumbs to prop up Eric’s chin. “Sex is supposed to be fun. If you’re scared, that kind of defeats the point.” Bobby kissed him. Eric could not imagine what he’d done to deserve this gorgeous, tender man’s attention but he mentally broadcast a blanket thank you to the universe at large for the privilege.

* 14 * The kiss got involved and Eric felt Bobby’s cock tapping his belly. He didn’t quite have the nerve to grab it so he did the next best thing and grabbed Bobby’s hips to pull himself close, mashing that cock between them. “Okay.” Bobby broke away and propelled Eric toward the bed. “Need you naked. Now.” Eric was a tad shocked to find that he’d forgotten to remove his shorts. Bobby quickly corrected that oversight after he toppled Eric onto the mattress. “Oh yeah.” Bobby dropped to his knees, big hands to the inside of Eric’s thighs to spread them. His lips found the tip of Eric’s cock, drawing it between them. Eric gasped at that little bit of suction, then seized at the electric frenzy caused by Bobby’s tongue tickling just underneath the head. “Oh shit!” He leaned back, clutching at the slick, flowered bedspread as Bobby sank his wet, hot mouth down Eric’s shaft. Sleepy eyes were closed in an expression of pure enjoyment and his lips glistened in the yellowish lamplight when he pulled back up. “Oh God, Bobby, I’m not gonna last.” Eric groaned, unhappy to admit that but he had to let Bobby know. Fingers wrapped around his base as Bobby’s lips popped off the head. “All keyed up, huh, pretty baby?” he teased. Eric couldn’t figure out how to respond in kind, so he just nodded. Bobby smiled. “Okay.” He kissed the tip of Eric’s cock, gave it a fond squeeze, then released it as he stood. “Scoot up into the pillows.” Distracted, Eric watched Bobby cross over to retrieve the duffle bag, his cock bobbing enticingly before him. When Bobby turned to head back, bag in his hand, Eric licked his lips. “Can I suck you?” Bobby paused, closing his eyes and reaching down to grasp his own shaft with his free hand. “Oh baby. Yeah. Later.” He opened his eyes and lifted the bag. “First, can we try this?” “What’s that?” “Scoot up.” This time Eric obeyed, watching curiously as Bobby dropped the bag on the side of the mattress and opened it. He should have guessed the contents, he supposed. Wrapped within a thick green towel was a bottle of lube and a bunch of condoms. At least one of them was thinking ahead. “Lay back.” Bobby set the lube on the bed, then helped Eric into the position he wanted him. They ended up lying side by side, Eric on his back, Bobby facing him on his side. Bobby draped Eric’s near leg over his hip and instructed Eric to let the other leg fall open. “Kiss me.”

* 15 * Twisting a little awkwardly, Eric obeyed, falling into a languid meeting of lips. Bobby wouldn’t let him make it hot and heavy, teasing with his tongue as his hand stroked Eric’s belly and thigh. He kept from touching Eric’s aching cock or any of the groin he’d exposed. He just kept kissing until Eric relaxed into it. Then he touched, fingers skating down Eric’s shaft until a warm palm could cup and shape his balls. He whimpered, squirming, but again Bobby kept it slow, kept it even, until he sighed and relaxed into that two. “Put some lube on my hand, would you baby?” Bobby requested against his lips. Dreamily, Eric retrieved the bottle, popped it open, then poured some into Bobby’s waiting palm. Bobby kissed him again so that he could only feel the hand wetting his balls, wetting behind his balls. Fingers rubbed at that exciting little patch of skin between balls and hole. “You ever finger yourself?” Eric flushed, managing to be embarrassed even though the man’s fingers were circling his asshole. “A-a little.” “Mmmm.” Bobby nuzzled his cheek. “I knew I had to be gay when I started playing with my own ass.” Eric’s eyes snapped open in surprise, staring at the ceiling. “You?” “Oh yeah.” One thick finger breached Eric. “Once you know how it feels, how can you not?” Eric squirmed, unbearably turned on by the thought of Bobby with his fingers up his own ass. Had he had anything more than fingers in him? “Somewhere in here, right baby?” Bobby crooned, that finger gently pushing farther in. “You tell me to stop if you need it.” Eric squeezed his eyes shut, unable to concentrate on anything but the finger inside of him. Oh man, that felt good. “One’s easy, huh baby?” The finger pressed in and out gently. “You like that?” “Yeah.” “More lube, baby.” Eric barely suppressed a squeak of disappointment when the finger pulled out, but he poured some more liquid in Bobby’s waiting palm. Bobby’s finger slid back inside easily. “You need more, don’t you?” Without waiting for an answer, Bobby pressed in another finger. Eric was okay with that but he knew anything more would be new territory for him. He tried to relax into the stretch, determined to take everything Bobby offered him.

* 16 * “How about three?” When he hissed a little, Bobby slowed down. “Feeling it stretch, baby. God, you’re so tight. You’re gonna feel so damn good wrapped around my cock.” Eric groaned, pressing down on the fingers inside him. Bobby went slow enough that the pain of the stretch morphed easily into a burning pleasure, one that made it impossible for him to stay still. He arched on the bed, digging his into Bobby’s arm “Jerk off for me baby.” “Nn! No!” Desperately, Eric shook his head. “Why not?” “Want…” God those fingers felt good! “Want you inside me.” “Oh man, you gonna make me come just taking like that.” The fingers inside Eric pumped just a little harder, a little faster. “You ready for me.” “God, please yet.” He turned his lips into Bobby’s. “Please. Fuck me now.” Bobby’s growl shot straight to the base of Eric’s cock, making it twitch, making it spill a little hot liquid on his belly. He was so not going to last much longer. “Please, Bobby, please.” Without words, Bobby drew away. Eric whined at the loss of those fingers and made himself stay still, stay spread open, while Bobby tore open a condom then rolled it on. “Get on your hands and knees.” “But…” “Trust me. It’s easier the first time like that.” Unwilling to delay the inevitable any longer than necessary, Eric rolled over and scrambled to his knees, spreading them and presenting his ass to Bobby without being told. “Oh man, pretty pretty baby.” Bobby’s hands smoothed over his ass cheeks, spreading them. “You don’t even know how good you look.” “Don’t care.” There was a growl in Eric’s voice now. “Jesus, Bobby, please.” “Oh yeah, that’s what I like to hear. You want it?” Something slick and hard rubbed at Eric’s hole. “You want it, baby? You want my cock up your ass?” “Yes, please.” Bobby pressed in just a little bit. Eric hissed. They both froze while Eric adjusted.

* 17 * “Push back when you’re ready, baby.” Bobby’s voice sounded strained, his hands smoothing over Eric’s butt cheeks and back. Eric eased back, stopping when the bite of pain started again. He felt the head of Bobby’s cock pop inside. The pain was nothing to the realization that he was doing it. He was getting fucked and it was going to feel so good. He just knew it. Impatient, he pushed back some more, hissing again when the electric jolt made him stop. “Easy, baby, easy. Take your time.” Bobby continued to pet him. “I’ll hold as long as I can, but god damn you’re fucking sexy.” Eric whimpered, pushing back some more. He wanted to swallow Bobby whole, he wanted to encompass this man. He was going to… “Ah!” “Oh yeah.” Warmth draped Eric’s sweating back, lips brushing the back of his shoulder. “You’ve got all of me inside you, baby.” A wet hand spread over Eric’s heart. “Damn. Fucking damn you feel so good. You okay?” Eric nodded, breathing heavily through mouth and nose. He was okay. It didn’t hurt exactly. He just felt really, really full. “Can I move?” “Please.” Bobby began to pull back. Eric whined, sure he was going to pass out as every considerable inch of Bobby’s cock dragged over his prostate. Slowly, Bobby began to pump in and out of Eric, pausing occasionally and only resuming when Eric begged. Eric clutched the pillows, eyes screwed shut, losing himself in the burning, aching pleasure filling his veins with fire. Bobby’s grip on his waist held him up, kept him in the rhythm. In, out, in, out. The way was easy, the pain gone, the pleasure a gripping pain in itself. He couldn’t see. The conditioned air on his sweating skin was another odd caress that sent him spiraling upward. When Bobby reached down to wrap fingers around his shaft, he lost it. Pleasure exploded in him, out him, through him. He bathed the awful bedspread with his spunk while his ass clutched desperately around Bobby. “Oh fuck.” Bobby clutched him, held him, damn near lifted him off the bed into his embrace as his hips picked up speed, rhythm as ragged as the breath he panted onto Eric’s spine just before he gave a sharp cry and with three. More. Thrusts. Stopped. Eric collapsed face first into the bed. Still holding him, Bobby was a welcome, heavy blanket. Together they panted, struggling to regain breath. “Oh shit, that was…” Bobby swallowed, hugged, nuzzled the back of Eric’s neck. “Shit, Eric, that was incredible.” A different kind of pleasure washed over the remains of the first and Eric smiled into the pillows. “Yeah.”

* 18 *

LABORS OF LOVE Glory Boy 3 Why was Eric so nervous? As it turned out, Eric had only gotten to spend a small part of the weekend with Bobby. All hell broke loose at Bobby’s parents’ house. He’d spent the next few days dealing with their inability to handle his being gay. Since he’d only been in town for a few days anyway—had to get back for his summer job—that had ruined their chances of getting back together more than once. Bobby’d been really sweet about it, though. He’d called Eric every night on the sly, explaining that he didn’t tell his parents about Eric because he didn’t want to cause Linden Grove-type trouble. Eric knew well enough what he meant even if he couldn’t care less. Thinking back on it, he should have been more assertive, more seductive, more something to get into Bobby’s pants one last time. But that would all be rectified very soon. Bobby was on his way to pick up Eric. Bobby had called him just last night and asked to see him. Bobby had called him. He’d been trying to summon the courage to call the man for nearly two months and then Bobby had called him. Bobby was driving from the Los Angeles to Santa Barbara because he wanted to see him. Eric was over-the-moon excited. What did that mean? “So, you gonna be back tonight?” Eric smiled and turned from the mirror to face Kavan. “I hope not.” His roommate was dressed in trunks, a baggy t-shirt and flip flops with a colorful beach towel hanging around his neck. He and some of the others on their floor were heading to the beach. “Damn, she must be someone special. Do I get to meet her?” Eric thought he managed to hide the flinch. His bravado of coming out at home had faded in the new world of college life. He’d not told his new friends he was gay. He didn’t want to make them uncomfortable. They were all dealing with enough. Also, it was one thing to come out to people he’d known all his life, it turned out to be a surprisingly different thing to come out to new people. He didn’t want to be labeled “the gay guy” right out of the starting gate. Maybe a little later in the semester, after they got to know him. Maybe never. “Maybe,” he answered the spoken question, wondering if he could ever introduce Bobby to them. Of course, Bobby being Bobby, he’d charm them instantly. He’d smile that smile and fix those sleepy brown eyes on them and they’d… Okay, stop thinking about the sleepy eyes, he cautioned himself, smoothing a hand over the dick that threatened to tent his shorts.

* 19 * Should he wear jeans instead? Kavan laughed. “Okay, man, I won’t wait up. Hey, maybe I’ll find a girl of my own at the beach.” “I’m sure you will.” “Thanks for the vote of confidence.” They both laughed as Kavan walked out the door. Eric’s cell phone rang. “I’m here.” God, Bobby’s voice was so very damn sexy! “Where do I pick you up?” ~*~*~*~ Snatching up his keys, Eric gave directions as he left his dorm. He could hardly believe it when he saw that dusty blue Mustang pull up in front of him and it was all he could do not to throw himself inside. Bobby watched him sit, hands gripping the wheel. “Damn you look good.” Eric fastened his seatbelt, suddenly shy. WTF?! “So do you.” “Is it okay to kiss you or should we wait until we’re alone?” Eric wanted to kiss him so bad it hurt. His lips were open and his body wanted to lean into the other man’s strength, but the words stopped him. “Uh,” he glanced around. This wasn’t a particularly crowded part of campus, but there were people around. No one was paying them any mind, but… “We’d better wait. Sorry.” Smiling, Bobby lowered his sunglasses and maneuvered the Mustang into the street. “No worries. I totally understand.” “Did you go through the same?” “Not my freshman year, no, but I had a similar thing later.” He shook his head. “No sense inviting trouble, right?” While relieved that Bobby understood, Eric grappled with the necessity of it. He was quiet until they left the campus grounds. “So, where’re we going?” “You tell me, these are your digs.” “God, I’ve only been here a week.” “You didn’t do the freshman summer thing?”

* 20 * “Nah.” “Well,” Bobby stared ahead, his profile limned by the bright sunlight streaming through his window, “you hungry?” Eric kept staring. He put all of the frustration from the last two months into his voice and said, “Yeah.” Bobby heard it. He glanced over and a slow smile took those lips Eric wanted to devour. “For food?” “Not really.” The smile widened, parting Bobby’s lips to show off pearly white teeth. “We could go walk on the beach.” “We could, but…” “But?” Eric squirmed. “I dunno. Can we just go somewhere to be alone? For awhile?” Bobby laughed. “Is that a subtle request for sex?” Eric smiled, embarrassed. “Well… yeah?” Bobby laughed harder. “Works for me. I’ve been dying to taste you again.” He stopped at a red light, reached over to wrap a hand around the back of Eric’s neck and pulled him in for a quick, hard kiss. Pulling back, he tilted his head so Eric could see his eyes over the rims of his sunglasses. “We’ll go to dinner later, ‘k?” Biting his lip, Eric nodded. “So,” Bobby sat right in his seat to resume driving, “how about the Sea Foam Inn?” Eric blinked. “The what?” “I saw this motel on the way up and it caught my eye. Wanna try it?” A zing of electricity shot through Eric’s belly. Was he really going to go have sex at a motel? How seedy. How exciting! “Uh, sure.” “Unless you know someplace better?” Trying to seem at least a little adult, Eric laughed. “I’d be fine with that Motel 6.” He pointed as they passed by. He jumped when he felt Bobby’s big hand squeeze his knee. “Impatient?”

* 21 * He grabbed that hand and squeezed it back. “Yeah.” ~*~*~*~ The Sea Foam Inn turned out to be a tiny little monstrosity sitting right across a small stretch of road from the beach. The buildings were painted an awful pastel green with trim that Eric could only think of as blue and white ‘froth’. The big neon sign was purple and green with a huge mermaid cresting a wave over the capital letters. Bobby laughed as they drove in. “Awful, isn’t it?” “Um, yeah.” Eric couldn’t help but laugh. “I love cheesy stuff like this. You ok with this?” “Yeah. I’m fine.” Actually, he could see the charm. It was just too awful not to be kind of neat. It was also very interesting to find out this little tidbit about Bobby. He went inside with Bobby to order the room. He panicked a bit to realize that one of them was going to have to pay for this, but when he heard how much, he decided he’d use some of his monthly cash to buy dinner. In no time, Bobby was leading the way up an outdoor white stone staircase then along a sea foam green wall to a ridiculously pink door with the number 12 on it. Inside, Eric barely got a glance at a blue and white clad queen sized bed, white walls and a light green carpet before Bobby spun him around and wrapped him in a kiss. Eric immediately forgot about the kitschy surroundings and did some wrapping of his own. He yanked Bobby’s t-shirt up and shoved his hands underneath, anxious to get at hot, satiny flesh. Bobby’s hands slid around to cup Eric’s ass, squeezing as he walked Eric toward the bed. Eric fell back on the bed with a gasp. “God, I hope that bag you took out of the car has lube in it.” Bobby chuckled and went quickly back to where he’d drop said small travel bag by the door. “I’m always prepared.” Eric ripped his own t-shirt off and busied himself with shoes and socks. “Thank God.” The bag thumped on the bed beside him and Eric tracked Bobby while the other man stripped of shirt and slipped out of his sandals. Before he could get his jeans, though, Eric stopped him. “Let me,” he said, tucking his hand into Bobby’s waistband to pull him forward. Bobby grunted, carding his fingers through Eric’s hair as Eric unfastened his jeans. “Man, your hair’s so soft.” Eric was of the opinion that he had ridiculous, thin, mousey brown hair that he couldn’t do a thing with, but if Bobby liked it, that was just grand. Also, it felt nice to have those big hands gently massaging his scalp. While that was going on, he tugged Bobby’s jeans down then,

* 22 * giving into impulse, he pressed his face to the front of Bobby’s boxer briefs. Sweat and male overpowered the scents of laundered fabric and soap. The heat of Bobby’s erection pulsed against Eric’s cheek and he rubbed up and down its length, wanting, needing to have that smell on him. His fingers dug into the creases that separated Bobby’s butt from his thighs, massaging the muscles apart so he could rub the dark, secret flesh between. “Oh shit, baby.” Bobby’s grip in his hair tightened, those hands encouraging Eric as he continued to rub into Bobby’s groin. Smelling something a little different, Eric pulled away just enough to see the wet spot in the dark gray fabric of Bobby’s underwear. Smiling, he lay his tongue over it, letting the salty taste of pre-cum mingle with his saliva. “Oh fuck.” Glancing up, he saw Bobby’s heated gaze on him, watching his tongue. God, that was hot. He hooked his fingers in Bobby’s underwear and eased them down, careful not to touch the cock that sprang free until he’d gotten all fabric down well below Bobby’s knees. Then he slid his palms back up hairy thighs until his face was once again level with the dick he’d dreamed about for weeks now. Bobby’s hands slid back into his hair, encouraging him as he leaned in to nuzzle fat testicles before dragging his tongue slowly up the underside of Bobby’s staff. He teased underneath the tip with his tongue, traced the firm ridge, kissed the smooth skin of the mushroom head. “Baby, don’t tease me.” Since you asked so nice. Eric opened his mouth and took in as much of Bobby’s dick as he could. The fingers in his hair tightened to an almost painful grip that just set his blood boiling. He let Bobby guide his head, making sure to keep plenty of saliva in his mouth so he could make Bobby’s cock so very wet. “Fuck. Eric. So. Good.” Eric closed his eyes, thrilled to put that ragged tone in Bobby’s voice. When Bobby’s grip faltered, he kept up the pace, pausing when he had the tip between his lips so he could probe the very tip with his tongue. “Okay,” Bobby gasped. “Gotta decide. If I’m… oh shit! I’m gonna come if you keep that up.” Eric paused, letting Bobby’s cock rest in his mouth while he considered it. He could keep it up and swallow or he could stop and let Bobby fuck him. Or… He popped Bobby’s cock from his mouth. “How about we suck each other off?” Bobby had shown him gay porn in their weekend together. The images from that had haunted him since. “You got it, babe.” Bobby shucked the rest of his clothes while Eric got out of his shorts. Eric lay on his side as Bobby knelt on the bed. Bobby chose to lean in and kiss him first before stretching out on the

* 23 * bed before him. Big hands took hold of Eric’s hips and guide them forward. Thrilled, Eric moved in to resume his tasty feast. He moaned around the cock in his mouth when Bobby’s wet heat enclosed his own. Suction enough to drain his brain pulled on his cock, making him light headed. “Hey,” he protested. Bobby chuckled. “Have to get you caught up.” “Oh man.” Peeking down, he watched Bobby thoroughly lick his fingers, getting them good and wet. Was he going to…? Oh yeah. Eric groaned again when those wet fingers delved at his hole. One of them pushed in. “Been dreaming about this hole,” Bobby murmured, using his other hand to slowly jerk Eric’s cock. “You’ve got the prettiest, tightest little hole I’ve ever seen.” With no words of his own to compete with, Eric resumed his meal of cock, determined now to make Bobby come. It became a duel of control but Bobby was just more experienced. Eric did his best. He knew from Bobby’s drawn up balls and the rock solid state of his cock that Bobby was close, but the three fingers Bobby had jammed in his ass and the wet mouth that kept up steady suction on his cock finally shattered his control. Whimpering around his mouthful, he sucked as hard as he could as orgasm blast through him. Thankfully, Bobby couldn’t hold out much longer. A jerk of his hips took his cock out of Eric’s mouth then warm cum splattered Eric’s face. They lay loosely entwined for precious moments after that, figuring out how to breathe again. Bobby fell onto his back and Eric was happy to snuggle closer to rest his head on one beefy thigh. Bobby’s fingers found his hair again, stroking lightly as the sound of the nearby surf drifted in through the window that was open behind the partially shut curtains. “Now that was worth the drive,” Bobby murmured. Eric laughed. “You let me know any time you feel like making it. We’ll meet here at the Sea Foam.” He expected a responding laugh. Instead, Bobby levered himself up and twisted around so that he lay on his side facing Eric. The look on his face was more serious. “You mean that?” Eric blinked. “Yeah.” Bobby kept eye contact. “Because I really like you. I couldn’t stop thinking about you since 4th of July weekend.” Nervous, Eric licked his lips. “Yeah. Me too.” “Really?”

* 24 * “Yeah.” Bobby reached over to cup Eric’s jaw. “We don’t have to do the exclusive thing, if you don’t want. I know you’re just starting college and all. But I really would like to see you again. A lot.” Compelled, Eric edged closer until their noses were just an inch or so apart. “I’d like that.” “Yeah?” “Yeah.” Bobby pulled him in for a lingering kiss that tasted of sweat, cum and promise, a heady combination. The glory boy for my own, Eric couldn’t help thinking. How excellent is that?!

Written by Jet Mykles Jet is a writer of sexual fantasy with a firm belief that all men are at least partially gay, that vampires are just people with a liquid diet and shapeshifters live on every block. http://www.jetmykles.com