Life After College

As promised, I have part two of the sex scene done and Damon\'s new romance. I hope you like it and I hope you\'ve gotten a chance to read my newest baby, \"Going to Camp\".

-Scribbles05


Chapter 24

I looked down Dicky’s torso and watched myself pull out his erection. The eight inch rod was stiff as a board in my hand. “I’m a little sluggish right now,” I murmured to him. “I don’t know if I can get it up any sooner.”

Dicky shook his head. “Ye of little faith.” He leaned down and we started to kiss. His tongue pushed through my lips and I opened my mouth voluntarily. His hands roamed all over my body, softly caressing each place of skin, then stopping at some places to squeeze firmly. He moved his lips down to my neck and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and tilted my head back to give him more room. I could feel my arms around Dicky’s neck start to lower and I knew he was moving down the bed again.

With flicks of his tongue over my nipples, he kissed his way down my torso. Dicky greased his fingers up with the lubricant he brought over earlier. I was expecting him to slide them into me, so I opened up my legs wider and closed my eyes. My now half hard erection felt the warm caress of a tongue and I jumped with a whimper. Much like you do a sucker, Dicky grabbed me by the base, and sucked off the tip. “Oh, Dicky.” I panted.

I was fully aroused by then. But he kept going. Slowly, he pushed down until his nose touched my groin. “Uh!” I whimpered. His mouth wrapped around me like a warm cocoon and I thought I was gonna lose it again. Especially when two of his greased fingers slid into me and he started to finger fuck me with a twisting action. Goes to show you how coordinated he was, Dicky started to suck me while working his fingers.

So engulfed with passion, I pushed my body down to get more of his fingers, then up into his mouth. My whimpering was becoming uncontrollable and I tried to whisper to him, “Fuck me, please?”

Dicky pulled away, pulled his pants off, then poured lube in his big hand. His dick was standing vertical when he jerked himself with the salve. “Get on your knees.” I rolled on to my stomach and got up on my hands and knees. I waited -somewhat- patiently as Dicky came up behind me and slid himself inside. I bit my lip to stifle the groan I was emitting. “Mmmmm.”

With one slow stroke, he buried himself to the hilt. Dicky wrapped his arms around my waist and leaned his forehead on the middle of my back. I dropped my head down and tried to calm my nerves. Finally, he started to move; his strokes were so soft and gentle, that his pelvis didn’t collide into me. The sounds in the room were only of our collective pants and my occasional whimpers.

“...Andrew....” Dicky whispered as his grip on my waist tightened. Suddenly, his speed changed and he started to give strong jabs, that left me surging forward with his slams and our skin smacking into the other’s. “Ah!” I whimpered. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” I grabbed my erection and squeezed it gently before I started to pup myself to his penetrations. Dicky pulled out, almost to the tip, then glided back in. When he pushed back in, he stroked against my prostate.

He saw me gasp and leaned down to cover my mouth before I screamed. “You don’t want Damon to hear you, do you?” Dicky chuckled. If he didn’t want me to scream, then why did he purposefully hit my prostate over and over again? He held his hand over my mouth as we fucked. With his chest and my back pressed together, the heat between us grew and we started to sweat.

Though he was trying to keep my quiet, Dicky had problems controlling himself too. He started to groan and pump faster as his orgasm approached. He quickly removed his hand from my mouth, rubbed pre-come off my dick with his finger, then placed the finger back into my mouth. I hummed and sucked on it like it was the best piece of candy I had ever tasted.

My breath started to get heavier and I could feel I was getting close. I started to whimper continuously around Dicky’s finger until my orgasm, finally came and I shuddered. My mouth opened, dropping his finger, but I couldn’t make any noise. When my senses began to come back, I heard a groan. With his final penetration, Dicky buried himself deep within me and I could feel him release.

Dicky pulled out and I collapsed on the bed panting. My husband laid next to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. “I like to practice boning.” He whispered in my ear before he started to kiss it.

“Mmmm....me too.”

Just when everything was right with the world at that moment, the damn phone rang. Dicky reached over me to answer it. “Hello?..........Yes, sir........Right...... Okay, I’ll be there in ten.........Bye.” He hung up.

“Who was that?” I asked as I watched my lover get out of bed.

“That was my captain. There’s a big hostage situation at one of the banks and I have to lead my team.” He walked into the bathroom and did a quick shower before he started to dress in his SWAT uniform; black, fitted t-shirt with SWAT written in white on the back, bulletproof vest, black military pants, and black military boots.

I just laid there looking at him. I guess I should be used to this by now. Being a cop means that sometimes instances like these will pop up. It gets worse with the higher the rank you are. “At twelve o’clock?”

Dicky smiled as he opened our closet, pulled out a small lock box and pulled out his two gun belts for his waist and leg, and guns. “Crime has no set time limit, babe.” I shrugged then laid on my side with my head propped up in my hand. He looked at me strangely. “What? No argument? No, ‘What about personal time’ comments? No, ‘Will this become a habit for you’ questions?”

I shook my head slowly. “No. You gotta do what you gotta do.” I sat up and brought my knees up, wrapping my arms around them. “Just be careful, okay?”

Dicky sat down in front of me and gave me a kiss. “Always.”

************

It was one o’clock on a Thursday and Dicky still hadn’t got home yet. As any concerned spouse, I was worried, but no one came to my door saying, “I’m sorry, your husband died in the line of duty”, so I was coping. I was still sore from last night, so as promised, I called in to work this morning and told them I wasn’t coming in. I called Bernie and he came over, since Damon was at school and I didn’t have anyone to play with. He works as an author of romance novels, so he works when he feels like it.

I was in the kitchen making a small lunch of sandwiches, chips and beer he brought from home, and Bernie was in the den turning the channel on to the soaps. Since becoming friends years ago, we both realized we liked soap operas. So, while I’d be working, he’d TiVo our favorites and we’d watch them together at his house when I got off. We both tend to get a little carried away with the shows and start to yell at them for doing stupid things, like marrying such-and-such, cheating on whomever for whatever, etc.

I had just finished popping the caps of the beer bottles when I heard Bernie. “Drew! Get in here quick!”

“What?” I said as I walked in the den, leaving the food still in the kitchen. Bernie pointed to the tv.

“Your man is a tv star now.” He smiled. I looked at the tv and saw a very tired and dirty Dicky giving an interview with a lady reporter.

~~~ “........Thank you, Jan, I am here with Lieutenant Richard Taylor of the Los Angeles SWAT team. Lieutenant Taylor, could you tell us what happened today?”

“Well, um, it was pretty much your regular hostage situation. Although, this man, Jason Falco, went in with a shotgun and a bomb strapped to his chest.”

“And what were his demands?”

“That’s the weird thing about it. He didn’t have any. He was obviously a part of some cult that said all outsiders were sinners. And if you kill those sinners and sacrifice yourself with it, then you go heaven.”

“So, with you leading the team, what did you all do to save this situation?”

He rubbed his neck with one hand. My poor baby was tired. “Um, we had to think of a plan. We knew that whatever plan it was, it had to be a sure guarantee that we could keep Jason Falco alive and keep the hostages alive in the process. I set up men all around the perimeter and three officers and myself snuck in through the vents. One of the men blind sided him and tackled him down, but the bomb he had on him was still ticking. He had it secured so tightly in the back, that we didn’t have time to open the bomb and disarm it.”

“So that leaves us with the clip we have of Lieutenant Taylor taking the dangerous matter into his own hands.” I eyes widened. *He did what?*

The clip showed Dicky running out the emergency back door of the bank, where their was nothing but a big valley and big trees, raise his arm, and throw the bomb in the air, where it exploded into a billion pieces. It covered him in dust.

I stood behind Bernie with my mouth gaped slightly and a stunned look on my face. He had a bomb in his hands?! Any longer with that thing in his hands and HE would’ve been a billion pieces!

“Richard’s something, huh Drew?” Bernie asked. That was the last thing I heard before I fainted.

************

Damon’s POV........

I was walking to my fourth period class after leaving lunch when I got a tap on my shoulder. It was Angel, looking very nice in his blue t-shirt, jeans, and spiked blonde hair. “What’s up, Damon?”

“Nothing much.”

“I was wondering if I could talk to you for a minute before you go to class.”

“Sure.” I followed him to the bathroom and after he checked all the stalls, he pushed me against the wall and kissed me. “Whoa.” I said shocked. I’d never kissed anyone before. I have to say, it wasn’t all that bad.

“Did you like that?” Angel asked me with a smile. I nodded. “Good. If you go out with me though, you’ll get a lot more.”

“Go out with you? Angel, I haven’t even came out to my parents yet and THEY’RE gay. I’m not sure I can go for a relationship this quick.”

The door was just about to open, and Angel quickly slammed it back shut. “Use the other bathroom!” He yelled. He looked back at me. “You don’t like me.” He said as a statement not as a question.

“No. No, that’s not it. I’m just.......I’m......”

“You’re not ready. I understand. I thought you would be something different from all those other guys I’ve been with. They all just want sex and a good time. I’m looking for something real, you know? Something that might last past high school atleast. I guess I was hoping you were that one.” He backed away from me. “It’s okay though. I understand. You’re not ready.” I felt bad. Angel was a sweet guy and was looking for love. AND he wasn’t afraid to go looking for it. Here I was, a “wet behind the ears” kid, who couldn’t come out to his homosexual parents. Maybe Angel was the one I’d been thinking about. You know, when I said earlier about not coming out, “Suppose he’s the one for me and I miss out on a good relationship because he’s a man.”? I gotta try. Atleast start out in secret. Besides, if I don’t take a stand sooner or later for myself, I’ll always be in the closet.

“Okay.”

Angel looked questionably at me. “What?”

“Okay, I’ll go out with you. But, don’t go making it public yet, okay?”

He held up one hand across his forehead in military fashion. “Scout’s honor.” I smiled. “What?”

“That’s not Boy Scouts. That’s the military.”

Angel smiled, then held my face in his hands. “Boy Scouts, the military....they’re all confining to me.” He leaned down and kissed me softly then backed away. “Get to class.”

“Well, what about you?”

“I’m a senior. We have privileges.”

I smirked. “Seniors don’t have the privilege of being tardy for class.”

“How about..........I’ve gotta take a leak?”

“That sounds believable.” I walked out the bathroom. My final class went by in a flash after that. Wow. I, Damon Alonso Taylor, have a boyfriend.

************

After class, Angel invited me to go with him to this record store. It was quite a ways out from the area I’m used to but I followed him in my car anyway. The place was called Lionel’s Vinyl. It wasn’t a spectacular place. It wasn’t even big. It was made from cinder blocks painted white, but the paint was chipping, and next to the front door was a big pane of glass with Lionel’s Vinyl hand painted in red, black, and yellow. When we parked, Angel grabbed my hand. “It may look like shit, but this place has all the best records on this side of Los Angeles. Plus, my friends hang out here. I want you to meet them.”

“O-Okay.” I stammered. I had this gut feeling that I shouldn’t be here, but I went in anyway, because 1. I WANTED to meet Angel’s friends. And 2. I don’t get out enough.

Inside, the place looked a tad bit better than the outside. But Angel was right. This place was loaded with music. I mean, shelves and shelves of it. We walked to an older man who sat behind a big counter reading a magazine. He certainly didn’t look the regal type like my dads were. This man had long salt and pepper hair that hung just past his shoulders in a greasy, shapeless, mass. His face looked pale and clammy, and was skinnier than me. He looked up and smiled when he saw us. “Angel, how the fuck are ya, man?!” The guy asked in a heavy, slightly raspy voice. I wondered why his voice was so hard, but when I saw him pull out an extra long cigarette and light it up, I figured it out pretty quickly.

“What’s going on, Lionel?”

“Is that your friend?” Lionel looked me over. “A bit polished, isn’t he?” He referred to my attire; a small red t-shirt, navy blue worker’s pants, black studded belt, and new black Chuck Taylor All-Stars my dad Drew ordered for me off the internet. Though I chose to wear punk clothes, that didn’t mean my parents didn’t insist on me wearing the most “expensive” punk clothes.

“Lionel, this is Damon Taylor. Damon, this is Lionel Gray. I guess I don’t have to tell you he’s the owner of Lionel’s Vinyl.”

I smiled and extended my hand. “Nice to meet you.”

He took my hand and shook it firmly. “Likewise.” I stepped back and he looked at Angel again. “You looking for the boys?”

“Yeah. They in the back?” Lionel nodded and Angel took me to a door painted white like the walls and opened it. It was a bit foggy in there and it smelled funny too. Three guys Angel’s age were sitting on blue crates in the middle of what looked like a storage room. An XBOX was sitting on the floor in front of a 17\" tv that was sitting on a big brown box. They all looked up from the game when we came in. “What’s up, losers?” Angel said smiling. “Guys, I want you to meet Damon Taylor.” He wrapped an arm around the front of my chest and held me against him. “He’s my boyfriend.” I looked up at him shocked that he could forget his promise to me that quickly. “Relax, we’re all in the same boat here.” He pointed to one guy. “That’s Josh Dooley.” Josh was a guy with brown hair, an old Lakers jersey with a purple t-shirt under it, and jeans. He had a very big brown cigarette thingy in his mouth and I found out that was what was smelling this place up. “This is LJ Gray. He’s Lionel’s son.” Angel pointed to a guy with black hair, a piercing in his nose and lip, a black Led Zepllen t-shirt, and blue jeans. “And that’s Rick Morgan.” He was a red head guy who dressed similar to Angel.

“Hi.” I gave a wave to everybody.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

“What’s up?” The three of them said to me.

LJ grabbed one extra crate and pulled it next to him. “Sit down already, before you give us a neck strain.” Angel sat down on the crate and I looked around the room for another. When I turned back around, Angel was patting his leg.

“What?” I asked.

“Sit down.” Timidly, I moved to where he was and sat on his lap. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in for a kiss. When I pulled away, Josh held his brown cigarette thingy to me.

“W-What is it?”

“You don’t know what this is?” Josh asked stunned.

“No.”

“What part of California do you live in?”

“Pasadena.”

“Figures. Pretty little rich kid like you WOULD’NT know. This is a roach. A big blunt. Here, smoke it. It’ll make you less tense.”

I looked at it for a while then shook my head. “I.......I don’t think so. I’ll pass.”

Josh shrugged. “Suit yourself. Here Angel.” Angel took the “roach” and inhaled, taking a long drag of it.

“This is some good shit, Josh. You couldn’t have gone to the same guy again for this.”

“No. I didn’t go to that bastard Diego. His shit is ‘bout as potent as oregano. I went to a new guy named Charles. Good, huh?”

“Hell yeah.” He passed it back to Josh. They all started to play Halo 2 on the XBOX and I just sat and watched. I was never very good at playing shooting games anyway.

I checked my watch and saw that it was now seven o’clock. My dads were gonna freak. Probably already were. I stood up from Angel’s lap. “Id’ better go.”
Angel looked up at me after his man got shot and killed by LJ’s character. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. It IS a school night you know.”

He stood up. “Okay. I’ll show you how to get out of here then.” We walked back to our cars and before I could open my door, Angel came up to me and kissed me. “I’m giving you the goodbye kiss now, because I know I won’t be able to do it when we’re in separate cars. Can we go out Saturday?”

“Um......well......”

Angel stuck out his bottom lip. “Please? I tell you what, we wont have to go anywhere. We could just chill at my place, order chinese food, and watch Scarface or something.”

I smiled. “I’d like that.”

“Good. You see? I’m trying. We can make this work, Damon.”

“Yeah. I know.”

“All right. Get in your car and follow me.” He kissed me again, then jogged over to his tangerine orange mustang.


TBC.........

Is it just me or does that Angel character seem a bit \"tricky\"? And poor Damon just trusts everybody. R&R.