Cleats in Clay (6 page)

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B
OBBY
stood by the dining table, he watched through the house’s glass wall as Odis carried some kind of cardboard delivery box and took it into his studio.

Odis returned to the house a moment later, empty-handed. “Sorry about that, just a delivery.” He smiled at Bobby. “Where were we?” Odis asked as he stepped closer.

Bobby reached down and took hold of his T-shirt to slip it off. “No.” Odis reached out to stop him. “Keep your shirt on,” he told Bobby. Odis didn’t want to see the tattoo. He didn’t want to see that mark of Nathan on Bobby’s heart.
With a flirty smile, Bobby reached out, grabbed the bottom of Odis’s shirt, and yanked it over his head before Odis had a chance to protest.
Bobby grinned at the vision of Odis’s bare chest. His muscles weren’t bulked up at all, just nicely solid and toned on his thinner frame. And those nipples. As large as half-dollar coins, Odis’s pink areolas tightened as Bobby reached out a hand to the nearly hairless chest. Odis’s untanned pinkish-beige skin looked like some sort of rare and exotic balsa wood. “You never go out in the sun?”
“Not much.” Odis swallowed as Bobby’s masculine hand rubbed over one of his nipples. Bobby’s thumb wasn’t even large enough to completely cover the areola. “Always mean to lay out but just never get around to it.”
“Then don’t.” Bobby reached out his other hand and caressed it very lightly above the waistband of Odis’s jeans, tickling the sparse hairs along Odis’s flinching bare stomach. “Your skin is so beautiful the way it is.”
Odis panted as he looked into Bobby’s eyes. “Are you just gonna tease me? Or can we get in the bed now?”
“Bed?” Bobby toyed lightly with a finger at Odis’s stomach, following the golden-haired treasure trail up to Odis’s navel. “I really should grab a shower first….”
Odis looked up at Bobby. A shower did sound good—very nice, actually—but the height difference concerned him. Odis was afraid it might make things awkward if they were standing. He feared things would get clumsy enough once they got naked—there was no point in adding extra complications. He would rather be able to lie on the bed.
Bobby couldn’t understand Odis’s hesitancy. “I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself, mostly.”
But Odis didn’t want Bobby to keep his hands to himself. He knew he was reaching a point of no return. Naked in bed was better. Odis leaned forward and made a show of inhaling through his nose. “You don’t need a shower… yet,” he told Bobby as he nudged him in the direction of the sleeping area.
Bobby took a step backward toward the bed. “You sure?”
“I’m sure,” Odis said, toeing off his shoes and kicking them behind himself. The shoes plop-plopped onto the concrete floor somewhere in the dining area.
Bobby reached down and untied the strings on his sneakers. He toed them off and left them behind as Odis nudged him further. “In a hurry?”
“Yes.” Odis reached out and lightly fondled the swollen package in front of him.
When Bobby was just inches from the bed, Odis hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Bobby’s shorts and slid them down to his knees, finally revealing Bobby’s dick.
Odis marveled at the circumcised member that stood out proudly, welcoming his attention, but he was unsure what to do about it. He reached out his hand and stroked along the length. Bobby’s dick twitched and swelled even more.
“Now who’s teasing?” Bobby asked.
Putting his left hand on Bobby’s shoulder, Odis nudged him to sit on the bed as he undid the buttons of his own jeans with his right hand. He then leaned down and yanked the shorts off Bobby before tossing them aside. He nudged forward, pushing Bobby backward to recline on the bed. Odis looked down at Bobby’s dick, which stood straight up like a tall, fleshy fireplug.
Bobby watched the look of wonder and hesitation on Odis’s face as he studied his cock. It was as if he’d never seen a man’s erection up close and personal. “I thought you’d done this before?” Bobby asked with a hint of concern.
Odis stroked one finger along the side of Bobby’s dick, pushing it over and watching it spring back up. “Yeah. It was a long time ago, though, and we were only thirteen. Not exactly… mature yet.”
Leaning up, Bobby gently took hold of Odis’s hand. “No promises, remember. We can stop if—”
“I don’t want to stop,” Odis said firmly. “At least you’re not bigger than me. I was kinda worried about that.”
Bobby almost laughed. He knew he had an above-average endowment and thought maybe Odis was joking, but then he looked again at Odis’s large hand, his large nose, recalled his large feet, and of course those large nipples….
How much is this little man packing?
“I don’t want you to worry,” he said, wondering if maybe
he
should be the worried one. “You set the pace. Whatever and whenever you want.”
“Okay,” Odis agreed, running his finger through the pubic hair around the base of Bobby’s dick. “Your hair is so short down here.”
“I trimmed. Manscaping?”
“Oh. I’ve never done that. I’m just ‘au naturel’, I guess you’d say.” Odis reached his hand down to rub on Bobby’s balls. They seemed almost bald with their shortly clipped hair.
Bobby moaned from the pleasure of the gentle touch as his curiosity ratcheted up another notch. “Take off your jeans?”
“Oh, sure,” Odis agreed. He was so taken with the sight of Bobby he had forgotten to remove them. He stood and slid the denim down his legs before tossing the clothing aside.
Bobby leaned up to take in the view. He could see why Odis didn’t trim. The faint dusting of fine blond hairs looked naturally short and tidy. The dark-gold pubes nicely framed Odis’s uncircumcised cock, not at all like the unruly mess Bobby’s pubes liked to grow into. “Is it really bigger?”
Odis climbed onto the bed, sat on Bobby’s thighs, and put his cock right up against Bobby’s. Odis was definitely longer, almost an inch more, but his shaft was much thinner, not much bigger around than a broomstick.
“You have a
very
nice cock,” Bobby complimented, itching to feel it inside him. It looked like it would be a glorious ride.
“I like yours.” Odis gently squeezed their dicks together. “It’s all plump and juicy.”
“Aaah,” Bobby sighed as Odis rubbed their cocks together.
Odis looked up at the pleasure on Bobby’s face. He grasped a little firmer and stroked their dicks again, watching Bobby’s bliss.
What is this man doing to me?
Bobby saw the questioning expression. “What do you want?”
Odis didn’t know how to answer the question. He wanted everything all at once. He looked into Bobby’s eyes. Odis wanted to—he felt a need to….
Sensing the hesitation, Bobby asked, “Can I taste you?”
Odis released their dicks and slid his hands along the T-shirt Bobby still wore. He rose to his knees and moved forward, hovering over Bobby’s chest and putting himself right in front of Bobby’s mouth.
Bobby stuck out his tongue and licked, tasting the sample drop from the tip of Odis’s cock. The tantalizing flavor reminded him of raw oysters with a bump of lime zest. Odis didn’t have the gritty bitterness that Nathan’d had.
Bobby ran his tongue across the tip again, pushing against the foreskin fold and exposing a little more of the head. He licked again. He felt the shiver in Odis’s legs. Bobby found the flavor quite appealing. A tiny hint like Roquefort hid in the masculine musk. He manipulated the foreskin with his tongue again and another shake vibrated through Odis’s legs.
“What are you doin’ to me, boy?” Odis replied as he gazed down. The look of satisfaction on Bobby’s face seemed to ignite Odis’s core even more. That new itch he felt became more demanding.
“Are you complaining?” Bobby teased before he used his tongue again.
Odis gazed down at Bobby and said, “Nope.” Desire lessened his fear as he contemplated his new itch. He didn’t see any animal hunger or hints of aggression there in Bobby’s face, just a playful desire. Odis hadn’t seen any indication that Bobby wasn’t gentle. Maybe he could trust him.
Bobby nearly whimpered when Odis scooted back, removing his cock from reach. He wanted to latch on to that cock with his mouth and feel Odis squirm above him as he sucked it dry. But Bobby restrained himself, letting Odis set the pace. “Where you going?” he asked, trying not to sound disappointed.
“Not far.” Odis nudged farther back until he was sitting on Bobby’s hips and feeling Bobby’s dick pushing against the cleft of his ass. He raised the bottom of Bobby’s T-shirt to reveal his stomach before leaning forward and pushing his dick into the newly clipped hairs of Bobby’s stomach. He winced. “Ow, kinda stubbly.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t have trimmed,” Bobby apologized.
Odis shifted his attention. He widened his legs a little bit, opening the cleft of his ass and leaning back, trapping Bobby’s dick within the fleshy vise. He looked at Bobby again while feeling that demanding itch in his core.
Bobby wore a look of concern. He sensed where Odis was heading. If this was Odis’s first time, they would need some preparation. “No, you shouldn’t—”
“Yes, I should,” Odis declared as he reached his hands back and spread his cheeks wider, trapping Bobby’s dick tighter. He bent forward slightly and raised his rear, stroking Bobby’s clenched dick.
“Aaah,” Bobby moaned. This was an unusual sensation, with only the sides and top of his cock feeling the pressure and movement of Odis’s flesh. The more sensitive lower side and cockhead felt exposed and unused as Odis worked slowly up and down.
Odis leaned a bit more and took hold of Bobby’s hands as he stroked a little faster with his ass. He wanted to give in to what he’d long denied himself and feel Bobby inside him.
Bobby moaned again. The pressure was still only on the sides of his cock. The underside and head of his cock grew desperate for attention. He could almost feel the nerves getting more sensitive, reaching out for any sensations. “No, you shouldn’t,” he tried to argue again.
Odis continued the stroking motion. He reveled in the novelty of a swollen dick so near his itching opening. Maybe he shouldn’t, but he was going to anyway.
Bobby felt his cock going into a frenzy. The exposed areas were screaming for attention now in an almost painful way. The nerves struggled to find any touch, any sensation. Bobby tried to raise his hands, but Odis kept them pinned down. “Please, no….”
“Yes,” Odis replied, lost in some blissful place and not really aware of Bobby’s struggle. He arched his back and angled forward.
“Don’t,” Bobby said more forcefully. He certainly had no objections if Odis wanted to bottom, but he didn’t want the man to hurt himself. Lacking in experience, Odis would need a better position, good lubrication, some stretching, and guiding instruction.
Odis raised his right hand and spit into it before closing his eyes.
“No!” Bobby gasped as he wiggled under Odis, trying to change the position and move his cock away from Odis and his intentions. Saliva was
not
the best lubricant, especially not for a virgin.
With his eyes closed, Odis moved the moistened hand toward his ass, reaching for Bobby’s dick.
“Stop, now,” Bobby barked.
Odis rubbed his wet hand along the exposed underside of Bobby’s dick.
The hungry nerves of Bobby’s cock responded to the touch with an overwhelming wave of sensual contact. Bobby felt the starting edge of an orgasm. He could fight it, tamp it down and save himself for later, but Odis was still lost in some strange bliss and ignoring him.
Maybe if he came now, he could stop this impending train wreck. So Bobby let the sensual waves grow, let his balls tighten as Odis stroked his moist fingers along the now sensitive head of his cock. “Aah, jeez-us,” Bobby hissed as his body stiffened.
His eyes still closed, Odis felt Bobby tensing. He felt Bobby’s cock swell and twitch and spurt. He felt the hot moisture of Bobby’s semen splash onto his back and dribble along his ass. The wonderful sensations of Bobby’s orgasm made him want to pleasure himself. He shifted forward, taking his weight from Bobby’s hips, and reached his hand down to his ass.
Bobby hissed again when Odis dragged his hand along his sensitive head to gather up some semen. Bobby rose and pushed Odis to one side, rolling him off.
Odis threw his eyes open. “What—?” He saw the pained expression on Bobby’s face.
Bobby sat up and glared at him. He started to say something but clenched his mouth closed.
“What?” Odis asked again in frustrated confusion as his dick softened.
Bobby took a deep breath and tried to compose himself.
Odis frowned. “You didn’t enjoy that?”
“Hell no.”
Odis looked confused.
Bobby’s face softened as he lost his anger. “Do you not understand the words ‘no’ and ‘stop’?”
“But…?” Odis seemed too flustered to form words.
Bobby sighed. “Unless some other safety word’s been set up ahead of time, then no means no. You didn’t listen to me.”
Odis reached over to the nightstand and got a tissue to wipe his hand. “You’re right,” he said, not looking Bobby in the eye. “I got carried away. I just wanted….”
“I know what you want.” Bobby softened more. “And I’m totally on board with that, but I don’t want to hurt you, or let you hurt yourself.”
Odis looked chagrined as he stared down at his feet. “I was being stupid.”
“No.” Bobby smiled slightly. “More like naïvely enthusiastic.” He reached out to Odis’s chin and pulled his face up to meet his gaze. “I get it, I do. Just listen to me, though.”
“Okay.” Odis smiled meekly. “Guess I kinda killed the mood.”
Bobby smirked. “Pretty much.”
Odis sat up and turned a little so he could face Bobby better. “Okay, I’m listening now. Tell me what I was doing wrong.”
“Well, first off, we need a better lube. What kind do you have? Water or oil based?”
“Lube?”
“Lubricant. Slick.” Bobby sighed. “From the lost look on your face, I’m guessing you don’t have any.”
“Um, shampoo?”
Bobby chuckled. “Jeez-us, are you trying to kill yourself? Soap products burn, and they dry out
really
fast. Don’t try that until you’re very experienced and want some kink.”
“Oh.” Odis sighed. “I guess it’s more complicated than I thought.” “Not really, but you just didn’t think, period.”
“All right, I get it. You don’t hafta keep rubbing it in.” Bobby dropped his gaze. “Sorry, not trying to.”
Odis reached out and took hold of Bobby’s hand. “Okay, lubricant. There’s a drugstore in town, but they’re small. Don’t know if they’d have any.”
“A specialty-type store would be best. Like an adult store?”
“Not really any nearby. Prob’ly have to get up to Amarillo for that.”
“Well, Walmart should have something, anyway.” Bobby looked at him with a serious face. “And there’s another topic we should discuss too.”
“Oh?” Odis asked, not liking the serious tone. “And that is?”
“Condoms.”
“I’m not really worried about getting pregnant,” Odis joked, trying to lighten the tone a little. “And I’ve been celibate for three years and always wore condoms before then. Tina said she was on the Pill, but I didn’t trust there wouldn’t be some kind of ‘accident’.”