Forever Young

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

“You stayed out all night!”

Robbie’s mother was pissed, and he knew he was in for a very long lecture, if not worse. But he really didn’t care; he was too excited about his date with Colt. The way he’d touched Robbie, the way Colt had made him feel—it was unlike anything Robbie had ever felt or even fantasized about feeling.

“Are you listening to me? You’re too young to be out all night, and if you’re gonna live under this roof, you’re gonna live by my rules and show me respect!” She really looked kind of crazy at five o’clock in the morning, in her bathrobe, standing there waving her finger in his face.

Of course she wouldn’t understand. Of course she’d think the worst. He hadn’t intended to worry her, though. He hadn’t deliberately stayed out all night, and to be honest, he didn’t even remember most of the night. If only he hadn’t passed out. Yet the parts that he did remember were amazing. “I’m sorry, Mom. I guess I just lost track of time, but you know, I’m eighteen now. I should be able to stay out all night if I want.”

“I was worried sick.” There were tears in her eyes. He hated making her cry. “And then when I tried to call you, you wouldn’t even answer the phone. You text messaged me! You sent me a goddamn text message!”

“By the time I noticed you’d called, it was late.” His tone was conciliatory. Robbie didn’t want to argue with her. “I didn’t want to wake you so I sent you a text to let you know I was okay. I promise it won’t happen again. Next time we’re going to a movie, and I’ll come right home afterward…”

“Oh no, mister. There’s not gonna be a next time. You’re grounded.”

“Mom, you can’t ground me. I’m eighteen years old.”

“You stayed out all night, and now here you’re acting like it was no big deal.”

He sat down on the couch, too exhausted to verbally spar with her. He wasn’t sure why he felt so sleepy, but he just wanted to curl up and go back to dreamland. “Can we talk about it later, Mom?” He yawned as he stretched out on the sofa.

“You have to work this afternoon, you know,” she reminded him.

“I know.” He was already beginning to drift off.

“You should go to bed if you’re gonna…” That was the last he remembered hearing before falling fast asleep.

* * * * *

When Robbie woke up, he felt rejuvenated. It was almost eleven o’clock, and had to be to work at one. He hummed to himself as he gathered his work clothes and prepared to take a shower. His mother, now in a far more reasonable mood, had been pleasant.

She told him to go ahead and get ready for work while she prepared him breakfast, or perhaps more accurately—lunch.

The song that was stuck in Robbie’s head was by Katy Perry. He could relate to the lyrics. He’d kissed a boy, and he very much liked it. After his shower, Robbie gazed at himself in the mirror while brushing his teeth. Odd. The scrape on his forehead was already healed as if it’d never been there. He then looked down at his hand where his finger had been bandaged and realized the bandage was gone and the finger completely healed. That wasn’t possible. Was it?

Your kisses must have super healing powers, Colt. Robbie laughed right out loud. He was in such a good mood today. It was as if he’d fallen asleep and woke up a whole new person.

After breakfast, he spent a few minutes at the keyboard. His mom was puttering in the kitchen, and he knew he should talk to her. They hadn’t really settled anything about Colt, and Robbie needed to get the matter cleared up. If she was serious about him being grounded, it would ruin his plans for this evening. Colt had promised to take him to a movie.

“Mom,” he said, as he slid the piano bench back and turned to face her, “did you really mean it when you said I’m grounded?”

She tossed the dish rag into the sink and stood there, arms akimbo with her hands on her hips. “Robbie, I’ve never had to discipline you before. You’ve gone your whole life without being grounded even once. As a child, I never even had to s***k you.”

He smiled at her sweetly. “So does this mean you’ll give me another chance? Pretty please?”

She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Robbie, you scared the hell out of me, but you’re right. You’re eighteen now.”

“I know. I know. I was stupid, and I’m sorry. I swear it’ll never happen again…”

She walked the five feet of kitchen linoleum to shorten the distance between them.

“What exactly did happen, Robbie? Did you sleep with that boy?”

He should’ve known she would make such an assumption, and his initial reaction to her question was embarrassment. He felt his cheeks becoming enflamed and shook his head. “No. Honest, Mom. We didn’t do anything. But he did kiss me.”

“Robbie, I should’ve had this conversation with you a long time ago. I want you to be safe.”

He raised a palm to her as if to warn her to stop. “Please, Mom, we don’t need to have the talk. I’ve had s*x ed. I know how to be safe.”

“But do you have protection? Should I get you some condoms?”

Quickly he shoved fingers in both ears. “La la la la!”

Laughing, she stepped over to him and grabbed his wrists, pulling his arms away from his head. “This isn’t funny.” Her broad smile indicated otherwise.

“Yes, Mom, I have protection. And to be honest, I’m not ready yet. Colt knows it, and he’s not pressuring me.”

Her expression sobered and she nodded. “Good.” She turned away and stepped back over to the sink. She looked out through the small window in her kitchen as if thinking. “Just do me a favor. If you’re gonna be out real late, let me know. With a phone call. Not a text.”

“I will,” he promised. “And tonight, I’ll be home by one.” He then turned back to the piano and began playing the song that was still stuck in his head. “I kissed a boy and I liked it…”

* * * * *

“What’re you smiling about?” Susan turned from her register to greet Robbie.

He shrugged. “Just glad to be here, I guess.” He was in a good mood, and the more he thought about what had happened between Colt and him, the happier he got.

“Hm. If I didn’t know better…” Just then, Mr. Christianson stepped into her line.

She shot Robbie a warning look then proceeded to ring the old bastard’s purchases.

“Hey!” the crotchety customer barked. “Be careful with my groceries. You better not c***k my eggs.”

Susan was about to intervene on Robbie’s behalf, when he stepped around the bagging station and started helping Mr. Christianson unload his cart. “It’s okay, Mr.

Christianson. I know you like to scramble your own eggs. I promise I’ll be careful.”

“Uh…okay then. Good!”

Robbie felt a burst of confidence surge through him. All this time the old curmudgeon had been coming through his line, Robbie was afraid to talk back to him.

Speaking up and engaging the overbearing old beast seemed to totally disarm him.

Perhaps seeing that he was no longer able to intimidate Robbie was all it took to get him off his back.

“Very nicely handled,” Susan said after Mr. Christianson was gone. She smiled and gave Robbie a big thumbs-up.

“Susan, do you think maybe I should ask Mr. Wandrie about training as a cashier?”

She nodded. “Definitely. You should talk to him about it.”

And that was how Robbie’s day at work continued. He started to feel less self-conscious as he smiled at the customers and tried to chat a little. It wasn’t a complete one-eighty from where he’d been. He didn’t change overnight from a shy introvert to Mr. Personality. Yet clearly there was something about him that had changed. Perhaps it was a form of mania. Maybe he was just a tad euphoric from his infatuation with Colt.

Part of it could be that he’d had the confrontation with his mom and had come out victorious. Regardless the cause, Robbie clearly felt the effect. He felt changed in a very meaningful way. These baby steps he was taking to come out of his shell might be small, but they were significant.

When he went on his lunch break around five o’clock, he checked his phone, hoping for a message or missed call from Colt. Although Colt had said he didn’t have a cell phone, Robbie hoped maybe he’d have called from his land line or borrowed one of his dads’ phones. Nothing. Hopefully they were still on for tonight. He was counting down the minutes till his shift was over.

He bought a Coke from the vending machine and sat down at the break room table.

He had no appetite, but that was typical. He never ate at work. Two of his coworkers were also on break, a twenty-something female cashier named Cassie and a grocery stocker named Ted who was about the same age. They were making small talk with each other, ignoring Robbie altogether. Cassie was obviously flirting with Ted, giggling in response to every benign comment he made. Robbie smirked as he glanced down at one of the tabloids strewn across the table in front of him. Was attraction always that obvious? Did he act that silly when he was around Colt?

As Ted reached across the table and placed his hand atop Cassie’s, Robbie thought about the way Colt had reached out to him, how tenderly he’d caressed his arm. He remembered the security of those strong arms surrounding him, the softness of Colt’s lips, even the smell and taste of him. Robbie squirmed in his chair as his khakis seemed to be shrinking in the crotch area. Four more hours.

When Robbie went outside to gather carts around eight-thirty, the sun was beginning to set. With only an hour remaining in his shift, his mood began to go down as well. All day he’d waited to hear from Colt, but he was now beginning to realize how foolish he’d been. Obviously, Colt wasn’t going to call. He’d probably changed his mind, or even more likely, he never really intended on seeing Robbie again. Robbie couldn’t blame him. God, he’d fainted in Colt’s arms. If that wasn’t the ultimate buzzkill, he didn’t know what was.

He gathered up the carts, connected a large string of them together, and began pushing them across the lot. As heavy as they were, he had to use the weight of his body to propel them, pushing off with his legs and using all the strength of both arms.

He looked down at the ground for a moment as he continued to strain against the train of metal shopping carts. Suddenly he stopped, unable to budge an inch further. He gasped for breath as he looked up. There he was. Colt was standing on the other end, blocking the entrance to the store. Robbie grinned in spite of himself.

“Let me help,” Colt said and dashed around the line of carts. He positioned himself behind Robbie, wrapping his arms around his torso and grabbing hold of the bar Robbie was already gripping. Effortlessly, they lunged forward, and the line of carts crashed into place alongside the others inside the shopping center vestibule.

When Robbie turned around, he found himself in the arms of the guy he’d been thinking about non-stop for eight hours. “I…uh…I didn’t know if you’d come.”

“Of course I’d come. I told you.” Colt smiled, then leaned in to place a soft kiss on the side of Robbie’s forehead. “But you’re still working, so I’ve got to wait another hour till I can really get my hands on you.”

Robbie’s mouth dropped open as he felt a surge of arousal. He gulped, then smiled again. “Okay. I should be able to get out right on time. Did you check for movie times already?”

Colt shook his head. “Figure we’ll just go and watch whatever’s playing. It’s not the movie that’s important…I just wanna be with you.”

“Oh.” Robbie was tongue-tied, unsure how to answer, but what Colt had said was true. That’s exactly how he felt as well. He just wanted to be with Colt in a dark theater for a late-night movie. His heartbeat quickened at the thought.

The remaining minutes of Robbie’s shift seemed to drag on forever, and he hated that Colt had to wait for him. But when nine-thirty at last arrived and he punched the time clock, Robbie raced outside and discovered Colt waiting in his car. He’d moved the car to a parking place close to the front door.

“Thanks for waiting,” Robbie said as he slid into the passenger seat. Colt leaned over, without a word, and planted a furtive kiss on his lips. In response, Robbie repositioned himself in the seat and used both hands to take hold of the sides of Colt’s face as he delivered a far more passionate kiss, and he didn’t pull back till he heard Colt elicit a satisfactory moan.

“Does that mean you missed me?” Colt gently steered Robbie back into his seat, holding him at arm’s length. “I was trying to be a little bit discreet, but hey, if you’re game, I’ll make out with you ten feet from the front door of where you work.”

Robbie felt himself blush. “Oh, I didn’t think about that. It’s just, I did miss you. I kept thinking of you all day, hoping you’d call. Then I remembered, you said you don’t have a phone.”

Colt nodded, then reached into his pocket to retrieve his cell. “Here, why don’t we exchange numbers? I don’t give out my number before the first date usually.”

Robbie feigned surprise. “I can’t believe you lied to me already. Here you’ve had a phone all along.”

Colt grinned at him. “Nah, it wasn’t entirely a lie. I do have this thing, but I never use it much. You’ve given me a reason, though. But please, try not to call too often during the daytime. I tend to sleep more during the day and stay up late at night.”

“Oh, right.” That made sense, and probably the reason Colt hadn’t contacted him earlier was because he was sleeping. “I guess I kept you up kinda late last night.”

“I’m used to it, little one. But did you get enough sleep yourself? How do you feel today?”

“I feel awesome, and yeah, I slept almost till noon.”

Colt called him “little one”. Hadn’t he used that same expression last night? Well, in a literal sense, it was true. He was much smaller than Colt, shorter as well as more slender. Maybe that was part of the attraction, at least from Robbie’s perspective. He loved Colt’s fit, masculine body, his muscular arms and torso. He loved that protective strength.

“The only theater nearby is in Petoskey,” Colt said.

“That’s cool,” Robbie responded. “I promised my mom I’d be home earlier tonight.”

“So she didn’t freak?”

“Oh, she freaked all right.” Robbie laughed. “She lectured me till I fell asleep, but when I woke up later, she’d calmed down. But to be honest, I’m kinda lucky. At first she was gonna try to ground me.”

Colt winced in an exaggerated manner. “That’d suck. Maybe I should go talk to her and tell her it was all my fault.” He’d pulled out of the parking lot, and they were cruising through town. Petoskey was about a fifteen minute drive, north of Boyne.

“Colt, it’s not your fault I fainted. If you talked to her and told her that, she really would freak. She’d make me go to the hospital.”

“Hm… Getting checked out by a doctor’s not a bad thing, ya know. If you are passing out, there could be something wrong.”

“No, it’s just I have this weird thing with blood.”

Colt glanced quickly in his direction, as though startled.

“Uh, no, I don’t mean there’s anything wrong with my blood. But I get weak when I see it. I pass out sometimes.”

“You pass out at the sight of blood.” Colt’s gentle laugh didn’t feel to Robbie as if he were mocking. “Well, don’t worry, I’ll make sure no one ever makes you bleed.” He reached across the seat and took hold of Robbie’s hand.

“It’s kind of embarrassing.”

“Don’t be embarrassed. I think it’s kinda sweet. You’re a gentle soul. But I guess that means we should be selective when we pick out a movie. No blood and gore.”

“Oh, I just close my eyes when it comes to those scenes. You pick out whatever movie you want, please.”

“I wanna see the new Wizard of Oz movie,” Colt stated decisively.

“Really? Me too. I loved the original movie, and I’ve seen it about a million times.”

“I remember when they first made that movie. It was the first movie I saw in color.”

Robbie cracked up. “Colt, that movie was made in the 1930s.”

“Uh, yeah. Right. Well, what I mean is I remember when I saw it the first time.”

“So what about your dad? Did he say anything about me?”

“I told him about you playing piano. He really wants to hear you play.”

Robbie felt another wave of self-consciousness. “I mean about last night. About me passing out?”

“Oh, I just think he was worried about you. He gave me some s**t after we got home, wondered if I’d done something to hurt you. At first he was like, ‘you shouldn’t be seeing that boy’.”

“Why would he think you hurt me?” That seemed weird Colt’s dad would suspect something like that of his own son.

“Not on purpose. He just was acting like I’d done something stupid, like I wasn’t careful or something.”

“Oh, well I can play for him sometime, but I kind of get nervous in front of an audience. I play mostly just for my mom and me.”

“That’s a shame. With all that talent, you should be sharing it.”

Robbie couldn’t believe a boy his age would appreciate his love of music. Well, certainly his peers were all into music, but definitely not classical piano. Piano music of any kind was at best boring. Making it public that he could play would be the equivalent of taking out an ad in the paper announcing he was gay…or a nerd. He wasn’t sure which of those labels was more insulting. “I’m just trying to mind my own business and make it through community college, then afterward go on to a university.

But for now, I’d rather just keep to myself and avoid the limelight.” It felt weird to say all of that out loud, and he wasn’t exactly sure why he felt comfortable enough with Colt to express these feelings.

“I think I understand what you’re saying.” Colt squeezed his hand. “There are things about me that I keep to myself too.”

“What do you wanna do with your life?” Robbie asked. “Have you thought about college yet?”

They’d made their way through town and were on now on the outskirts. Colt punched the gas, quickly accelerating to a speed well above the legal limit. “You’re asking what I wanna be when I grow up.” He smiled to himself. “Wow, good question.”

“An engineer maybe,” Robbie suggested. “You love cars, and you could work on designing new models.”

“What if I just wanted to be a mechanic?”

“That’s cool too.”

“So you don’t wanna be rich?”

Robbie thought about it. The idea of having a lot of money was so far beyond his comprehension that he could hardly wrap his mind around it. “I’ve watched these shows on TV that show how the rich people live, and yeah, I gotta be honest.

Sometimes I’m jealous. But I really don’t see myself ever doing anything with my life that will make me rich and famous. I’d be happy just to get out of the trailer park into a normal home, ya know. I just wanna make enough money to travel a little, experience things I’ve only been able to fantasize about.”

“I hear what you’re sayin’,” Colt sympathized. “I’m the same way. I’d love to travel the world. And you know what? You have a good chance of doing exactly that. You could one day become a world-famous pianist.”

“Ha!” Robbie giggled. “Maybe.”

The smile on Robbie’s face stayed there a few moments as the car grew quiet. He’d never talked about these sorts of things with anyone. He had goals, but for the most part they were short term. He’d been focused almost entirely upon saving enough money for a car. He hadn’t seriously given much thought to life beyond high school.

Now he wondered if that life would include Colt. They’d just met, and in all truthfulness, he didn’t even know Colt all that well yet. But he felt a connection, and he felt things for Colt he’d never experienced before. Was it merely because Colt was the closest to a boyfriend Robbie had ever had? Or was it more?

As if reading Robbie’s mind, Colt finally spoke, but his voice was much quieter. “I hope whatever you decide to do with your life, it’ll include me.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Of course.”

“I hope so too.”

When they pulled into the parking lot of the theater, Colt drove up alongside the building to check out the marquee. “There it is, and there’s a 9:55 showtime.”

“We better hurry,” Robbie responded. “We gotta get popcorn.”

“Popcorn?”

“Yeah, you can’t go to the movies without popcorn…and peanut M&Ms too. Oh, and an ICEE. Do you like ICEEs?”

“I’ve never had one, I don’t think.”

“What?” Robbie’s jaw came unhinged as he stared at Colt incredulously. “Oh. My.

God. How could you go your whole life without having an ICEE? Well, we’re about to change that.” Colt turned to him and smiled. For the first time ever, he actually looked timid. “Don’t worry,” Robbie quickly added. “It won’t poison you, and I promise, you’ll love it.”

The theater wasn’t too busy. Although on a Saturday night, they were attending the last showing of the movie. Robbie was relieved. He hated seeing a movie in a sold out theater. He and Colt should be able to get decent seats that were fairly private. As they stepped up to the ticket counter, Colt announced to the cashier, “We need two tickets to Oz.” The attendant who was waiting on them looked like a high school or college student around their age. Robbie looked up at his name tag: Tristan.

“Are you wearing your ruby red slippers?” Tristan quipped. “All you gotta do is click your heels together three times and repeat, ‘There’s no place like home’.”

Robbie busted up laughing, but Colt just grinned and shook his head. He pulled his wallet from a back pocket and opened it up. Robbie stared at him in astonishment.

There were more hundred dollar bills in there than he’d ever seen together at one time.

“No slippers, so I guess I gotta pay.” He handed the clerk a fifty. “Here, keep the change.”

“Seriously?” Tristan’s eyes grew wide as the shock registered. After a couple seconds, he clapped his hands together and then jumped up and down. “Oh my God, thank you so much!” He stepped around the register, waving his wrists frantically.

“Can I just give you a hug?”

Robbie was cracking up again, and Colt looked over to him before responding to the flamboyant teenager. It seemed as if Colt didn’t exactly know how to respond to the guy’s excitement, but he obligingly accepted a hug, then quickly stepped back.

“You have no idea how much this means to me. I was really having the shittiest night ever, and you just totally made my day.”

Robbie beamed at him. He was so proud of Colt for being so generous, but he was equally intrigued. Where’d he get all that cash, and why would he be carrying it around with him in his wallet?

As if to make it abundantly clear to Tristan that he wasn’t flirting, Colt reached down and grabbed hold of Robbie’s hand. Tristan stepped back behind the counter, still smiling, and printed off the tickets for them. “Here’s a coupon for you for a free large popcorn.”

“Aw, thanks,” Robbie said cheerfully.

“When you get into the theater, if you want privacy, head over to the back right-hand corner. I’ll follow you in and rope off that section so no one disturbs you.” Then he winked.

“That’d be perfect,” Colt said.

Robbie led the way to the concession stand. “What flavor ICEE do you want? They have coke and cherry.”

“Hm, guess I’ll try the red one. It definitely looks more appealing.”

“My thoughts exactly.” Robbie smiled. “Red’s my favorite. Since you got the tickets, I’ll get the refreshments.”

“No.” Colt grabbed hold of Robbie’s wrist before he could reach for his wallet. “I’ll get it.” His tone was so insistent, Robbie dared not argue.

When they finally got into the theater, Colt again took hold of Robbie’s hand and led him to the back corner as Tristan had advised them. It was actually a perfect seat, as far as Robbie was concerned. He hated sitting too close to the screen. No sooner did they get settled in their seats than Tristan appeared, and as promised, he roped off the entire section of seats surrounding them.

He walked over to the end of their row and leaned in to speak to them. “Just step over the cord if you need to get out. You can move anywhere you want in this section.”

“Thanks, man,” Colt said as he gave their new friend a thumbs up.

“And don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Tristan added. “In other words, go all the way.”

Robbie giggled. “He’s funny,” he commented after Tristan was gone.

Just then, Colt wrapped his arm around Robbie’s shoulder. “How bout I just hold you?”

“I’d like that.”

Being on a date with Colt, sitting in the theater with him, his arm wrapped around Robbie’s shoulder, was a surreal experience. He’d previously only dreamed of guys like Colt. He’d dreamed of guys in just a generic sense. He never would have dared to imagine himself with someone as hot-looking and worldly as Colt. He snuggled a little closer to him.

They still had a few minutes before the movie started, and they whispered to each other while waiting. “Wow!” Colt said. “This popcorn is like heaven on earth.”

It was okay, but by no means the best popcorn Robbie’d ever tasted. He laughed.

“Movie theater popcorn is always the best.”

Colt took a big swig from his ICEE.

“Careful,” Robbie warned. “You’re gonna get a brain freeze.”

“A what? Oh God…fuck!” He pulled his arm away from Robbie’s shoulder and raised both palms to his forehead. “Is a brain freeze also called a sudden skull-splitting headache?”

“That’d be a brain freeze, yes. Ride it out. It only lasts a few seconds.” In a show of empathy, Robbie placed a hand on Colt’s shoulder as he rocked back and forth in his seat for a few seconds.

“Whew…that’s terrible!” Colt complained.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve warned you sooner.”

“It’s just so good,” Colt said. “The drink, I mean. Not the headache. I guess I was drinking too fast. But you say this effect is normal?”

Robbie couldn’t help but smile. “Well, I guess if you’ve gone your whole life without having an ICEE, you wouldn’t know about brain freezes. But yeah, they’re totally normal. They’re caused from drinking too fast. Just sip slowly. I know it’s hard,

‘cause they’re so good.”

“I think these snacks might become my favorite aspect of movie-going.”

“You know what? You really c***k me up. Sometimes the way you say things makes you sound so mature. Are you sure you lived in Seattle?”

Colt chuckled. “Yeah, but I had kind of a sheltered life.”

“I’m the same way, really.” Was it possible for someone to be worldly and experienced and simultaneously naïve? In some ways Colt seemed to be of another generation entirely, as if he’d been teleported via a time machine. Yet he also was really smart.

Once the previews started, Colt resumed his former position, wrapping his arm around Robbie. Robbie kept his hand on Colt’s knee. And as the movie started, Robbie reached down and slid the armrest back, so there was no divider separating them. This allowed him to cuddle even closer. Being shorter, Robbie’s head rested snugly against Colt’s shoulder. Robbie began to feel the tightness in his khakis again. He wanted to slide his fingers further up Colt’s leg to see if he too was equally aroused.

When Colt shifted in his seat, repositioning himself in a way his body was slouched further down in the seat, Robbie went for it. He slid his trembling hand along the inner side of Colt’s thigh. Colt moaned and tossed his head back as Robbie pressed his palm against the bulge snaking down the leg of Colt’s jeans.

“Robbie,” Colt whispered, a little louder than he’d perhaps intended, “I don’t wanna lose control. Not in here.” Robbie was sure of what he meant. He didn’t want to come in his pants. Robbie’s heart was beating so rapidly, partially because he was so excited, and partially due to nerves. Being inexperienced, he wasn’t exactly sure what to do. He wanted to drop to his knees right there in that darkened theater and do the things he’d fantasized about doing to Colt. He wanted to stroke him, take him into his mouth, swallow every bit of him.

No. Not here. It was too risky. It was too dangerous, even though Tristan had assured them privacy. But any one of the other moviegoers could get up from their seat at any time to use the restroom or return to the concession stand, and they’d be busted.

All it would take is for one person to see them. But God, Robbie was so excited. He was throbbing so hard, and now he was starting to leak.

Finally, Colt made his move. He took the initiative and made the decision to cross the line. He slid out of his seat and knelt on the floor between Robbie’s legs. Robbie, startled, let out a gasp. He gripped the armrest with one arm and the back of empty seat beside him with the other. Colt deftly unbuttoned his trousers, so smoothly it was almost as if he could see in the dark.

When Colt tugged on the sides of Robbie’s waistband, instinctively Robbie thrust his hips forward, raising his ass slightly from the seat. Swiftly, his pants and underwear slid down his thighs and two seconds later, his c**k was surrounded by a warmth Robbie had only previously dreamed about. In the very back of his throat, a tiny whimper erupted as he tried to suppress the urge to cry out. He’d never felt anything so heavenly as the silky heat surrounding his throbbing erection. And as Colt began to slide up and down his shaft, it was all Robbie could do to contain himself. He bit down on his lip and grabbed hold of Colt’s shoulders.

“Colt…oh

God!”

His

voice

was

a

stage

whisper.

“I

can’t…I’m

gonna…Oh..Oh…Oh!”

And then it happened. The volcano erupted, and when it did, it felt like Robbie was firing a rocket launcher. Jet after powerful jet of steamy c*m blasted up his shaft directly into Colt’s throat. He was surrounding the entire length of Robbie, right down to the root of his c**k, and Robbie wouldn’t have been able to stop his ejaculation if his life depended upon it.

As quickly as it happened, it was over. Robbie’s pants were zipped and Colt was back in his seat with his arm around Robbie’s shoulder. Robbie was still gasping for breath, yet Colt was as cool as a cucumber.

“You okay, little one?” Colt whispered into his ear.

Had it really just happened or had Robbie dozed off and dreamed it? He reached over to Colt’s lap, groping for him.

“No, not now,” Colt said, his voice breathy and seductive. “Just enjoy… I wanted to do that for you.”

So it was true, it hadn’t been a dream. “But…but—”

“Shh.” Colt squeezed him tightly against his chest, and Robbie reached up to touch Colt’s face. Colt leaned forward and kissed him passionately on the lips.

“So that’s what I taste like?”

“Even better than the cherry ICEE,” Colt said, then laughed.