Chapter 4

“I ordered a pizza. It’ll be here at 9:00.”

“Your parents are expecting us.”

“Tomorrow. I called them too.”

“What is this all about?”

I point to the Mexican cornbread and say, “That’s what it’s all about. You have so little and yet no one gives more than you.”

“But you delayed our trip before you even knew about the cornbread.” He scratches his head.

I chuckle, “It’s not really about the cornbread. That’s just a convenient example.” I place my hands on his shoulders, “Alfie, you’re not just my best friend in college, you’re the best friend I’ve ever had.”

“Me too,” he smiles.

“But it’s more than that.”

He cocks an eyebrow.

“Whoa. You’ve never called me Alfonso before. Am I in trouble?”

Maybe he is. Maybe I am. Or we both are? I take his hand and he doesn’t pull it away. “I really like you.”

Now he pulls it away. But he uses it to touch the side of my face. I don’t pull away either. Then his other hand does the same. He pulls me down to him and he kisses me. His lips are warm and soft and moist. We alternate kissing. Him then me. Him then me. Without stopping the kissing, his hands go to work on unbuttoning my flannel shirt. And it’s while this is happening that I become suddenly insecure.

I stop him, taking his wrists in my hands. “You’re not… This isn’t because you don’t want to hurt my feelings or anything, is it? You know you don’t owe me anything.”

He smiles again, “I like you too, you big dope.”

“You’re not just saying that?”

He sighs dramatically, “Dex, you are the sweetest boy on the planet. You have literally saved my life. You make me eat! You buy my gas, you make sure I’m okay… You also make laugh and you make me feel valued. It’s hard to quantify. But no, I don’t feel obligated to return your affection.” He points down and I let my eyes follow. His sweatpants are tented with a huge erection. He says, “Dex, your fucking hot!”

He continues, “I could just say what I think you want to hear. Words can be liars, but dicks can’t. Dicks tell the truth, and right now? My dick is screaming its truth. This is the effect you have me. You and only you.”

I smile back. And then he starts the kissing again. This time with more passion. He bites my lower lip. His tongue wiggles into my mouth and meets my own tongue. Alfie tastes so good. He finally finishes my shirt buttons and he unwraps me like a present. He drinks me in with his eyes. “Dex…” He has no more words, but his grin speaks volumes.

I blush again. But I feel alive. I feel right. I feel like this is home. My new home. I grab a fist full of his hoodie and I pull the whole thing off of him. It’s my turn to drink him in. I see a wave of self-consciousness pass across his face and I hold up a hand. He might not be all muscles but my god is he beautiful. Olive toned and contoured all over. The ridges of his ribs, the curves of his navel, the jutting out collar bones… He is a living work of art. I could just stare at him forever and never get bored.

I bury my face in his neck and he laughs. I kiss and nibble and lick and suck and kiss and I realize that he is covered in goosebumps. I lay him back on the bed, holding hands with interlocked fingers and with me on top, I kiss the hell out of him for the next hour. Our mouths are raw when I begin to kiss down his neck. I release his hands as my mouth glides down his chest. I drift my fingers down his inner arms, through his thin armpit hair, down his rib cage on both sides and down to the waistband of his sweatpants. My mouth continues southbound until I run out of real estate and I untie the string of his sweats with my teeth. His erection is still going strong.

I pull down the interfering garment and find that he is going commando. One less obstacle in my way. His firm cock stands proud as I realize that his feet aren’t the only thing big for his frame. Wow! I honestly think that Ken would be jealous. He’s breathing heavy in anticipation. I take his manhood in my hand and he gasps. I lick the length of his shaft and he moans in pleasure. My hands are big, but Alfie is a handful. And probably a mouthful. It’s time to find out. At first I can only take about a quarter of him in, but within a few minutes, I’m going deeper. I know I’m too slurpy and sloppy but he probably figures it’s my first time and he doesn’t seem to care. He’s lost in the moment. Besides, what I lack in experience, I make up for in effort.

I get into a nice rhythm that I can tell he likes, His breaths become choppy. I’m simultaneously moving my mouth up and down while giving suction and swirling my tongue clockwise. It’s not easy to do, but I keep at it. Alfie grabs fistfuls of my hair, but then, not wanting to choke me, releases the pressure. I keep my newly discovered routine going and his whole body begins to quiver. He releases my hair and slaps the mattress.

“Dex, I’m about to come,” he pants. I keep doing what I’m doing. His toes curl and I keep going. His back arches and I keep going. He screams and I keep going. He explodes in my mouth. I still keep going. He thrashes and shudders and screams some more before I finally let up. It’s a good thing the dorm is pretty much deserted. When it’s over, he lies there like a limp ragdoll for a long time, just panting. Once he comes back to life, he rises from the bed and returns with two sweat socks and two neckties. He quickly ties me to the bed posts, just like that night he tickled me.

He says, “I can’t pin you down, but I can still have my way with you. I promise this time, tickling is not on the menu.”

But he does go down to the foot of the bed and he lovingly undresses my feet. He slowly works off each shoe and sock, savoring the moment before giving me a soothing, gentle foot massage. He massages his way up my calves, over my knees and up my thighs. He works his way through my button fly situation and gives my erect penis a breath of fresh air. I feel the cool air of the room as my head glistens in precum. He takes his time caressing and kissing my face, my mouth, my neck, my nipples and my stomach. The blood pressure in my dick is about to explode.

Finally, his hands go where they were born to be – wrapped around my throbbing shaft. He does a lot more with his hands than I did to him, but I have no complaints. His fingers are magic. He strokes and rubs and presses in positions and rhythms that I never would have imagined. I am his instrument and Alfie is a maestro.

When he finally takes me in his mouth, I’m already close to losing it. He is initially as awkward as I was, but he’s a fast learner and based on his enthusiasm for the work, I seem to be his new favorite subject. As he works me as relentlessly as I worked him, I realize that I’m about to enjoy the orgasm of my life, not because of what is happening to me, but because of who is doing it. Alfie is doing this to me. The boy who gives me unexplainable tingles when he looks at me is showering me with attention and love. And knowing that I have the same effect on him turns me on even more.

My whole body hums as I get closer. I give him the same courtesy warning that he gave me, but he doesn’t stop either. The magic combination of his mouth and hands is an ecstasy that I never knew existed. I need to grab ahold of something, but I can’t. I’m still tied up. I grasp at air. I kick at space. His tongue does a new swirl in the opposite direction and that lights the fuse. The countdown has begun and there’s no going back now. He said he wouldn’t tickle me but his dangling hair sweeping across my lean belly as he works me like a machine is doing just that. Another sensation added into the mix. My whole body seems to float above the bed as I jolt in intense orgasm.

He unties my limbs before collapsing against me and we nuzzle and cuddle and doze in and out of sleep for an hour. We curl into each other and fit perfectly, like we were made to be together. When I ordered the pizza for the late hour of 9:00, I thought the hours were going to be filled with taking. Well, I guess we expressed ourselves alright, just with way fewer words than I imagined.

I tell Alfie, “Your bed over there is so nicely made. It would be a shame to mess it up. I think you’ll need to sleep with me tonight.”

“In that case, I’m not sure how much actual sleep will be gotten.”

“We’ll need some rest. It’s a big day tomorrow. My parents are meeting my boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend,” he says, grinning. “I love that. Hey, how do you think Ken and Gus will react? Will this affect our friendship? Should we not tell them?”

I smile. I’d like to think that I would have eventually extracted my head from my ass on my own, but they definitely gave me a much appreciated nudge in the right direction. “I have a really strong feeling they’re gonna be cool with it. Besides, they’ll be able to tell by the lovesick look on my face every time I look at you.” I hug him tightly. “I think they’ll be just fine. The way Ken acts all the time, that’s just for show. He’s a lot more intuitive and sensitive than he lets on.”

He grins again and my heart skips a beat. He starts kissing me again and my cock has already sprung back to life. So has his. There’s a bit of a sword fight going on down there. And then we slow and we’re kissing head-to-head in two places. It’s gonna be hard to leave this bed in the morning. It’s almost 9:00 and I really don’t want to get up to deal with the pizza dude. My hands snake around front to his belly and I scope out the situation. His abdomen trembles from my exploring touch, but I verify that he’s maintaining his weight. We could skip one meal, right? Maybe get a big breakfast on the way to the train station tomorrow. Or maybe my parents won’t mind if there’s a couple pieces missing from the Mexican cornbread.