Danbrook's Angel

Hello people. Glad to see you all like my stories. I, personally, didn't think I was doing too well with this one, but it goes to show you that authors tend to overly critique their work. Thank you for all the reviews and I will keep going as long as you guys will stay with me.

-Scribbles05


Chapter 6

Bobby finished his homework around 6 that afternoon and decided to take the book back to Oliver. How will he get through class tomorrow without his book? He slid on some shoes and grabbed his keys. “Where are you going?” Pauline asked. She was in the den and saw him descending from the stairs.

“I’m going to Oliver’s house to give him his government book back. He let me use it to do today’s homework.”

“Be back by 8:30. Your father will have a cow if he finds out I let you go driving while on punishment.”

“I will. Thanks mom.” Bobby hopped into his mustang and drove just outside town to a red brick country house.

He grabbed the book and knocked on the front door. A young woman who couldn’t have been more than in her mid thirties answered the door. She had a very “womanly” figure. Meaning, she had all the right curves a real woman is supposed to have. Her hair was a dark brown and fell in ringlets down her back. Her eyes were an emerald green. She was flawless. “Hello. Can I help you?” She asked. Her voice was very familiar. It was soft and melodious.

“Yes. Um, my name is Bobby Ardenay. I just came by to return Oliver’s government book.”

“So you are the person that deep angelic voice belongs to. I remember you. Come on in.” She shut the door behind him. “I’m Queen. Oliver’s mother.” Bobby looked shocked. This creamy sex symbol couldn’t possibly be mothering an eighteen year old. Queen smiled. She knew what he was thinking. “I know. I get that look a lot. I had my little Oliver at the tender age of seventeen.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.......”

Queen waved her hand. “Don’t think twice about child. Go on upstairs. Oliver should be working on his Calculus.”

Softly, Bobby walked up the stairs and stopped at a door when he heard a hint of music coming from the other side. He cracked open the door and saw Oliver laying on his bed with headphones on, wearing black boxer briefs and a small white shirt. His calculus book was turned upside down on his chest. Bobby stood in the doorway admiring him for a moment. Oliver had a very beautiful body; so slender and perfect. He looked at his legs and saw a hint of muscle. Maybe he did track or something long ago. Bobby found himself smiling at the boy. It’s a good thing his eyes are closed. He’d think I was some crazy weirdo, staring at him like this. Bobby knocked on the door. Oliver didn’t hear it. He walked to the side of the full bed, then quickly, he pulled one headphone and said into his ear, “I said hey!” Startled, Oliver screamed and rolled off the bed. Oliver looked over the edge of the bed and frowned when he saw Bobby sitting on the bed laughing.

The boy grabbed a pillow off the bed and threw it at the football player. “That wasn’t funny. You scared me.”

“Yes it was.”

Oliver sat on the other end of the bed. “What are you doing here, Bobby?”

Bobby held up the book. “To give you this back. Thanks for letting me borrow it.”

“Yeah sure. Anytime.”

“Your mom said you were supposed to be doing some math homework. Laying on the bed in your underwear with headphones on doesn’t sound like homework.”

Oliver rolled his eyes. “No one asked for your input.”

“Speaking of your mom.........wow, man. She’s.....She's.....”

“Bobby! That’s my mom. I don’t need to hear this.”

“Oh. Sorry.” He got up and walked to the side Oliver was sitting on and sat next to him. “So, what are you listening to?”

“Evanescence. You wanna hear it?” Oliver held up his headphones and Bobby put them on.

“My Immortal. You like that song?”

“Yeah. It reminds of someone I know.”

“Oh yeah?” Bobby placed the headphones down. “Who?”

Oh dear. Did I just put my foot in my mouth? What do I tell him? Do I tell him he is the one that’s been invading my dreams? Stopping my heart? Giving me a reason to get up and go to that school house every morning. He shut off his CD player and tossed it to the side. Oliver sat and tapped his fingers on his thighs, until he got enough courage to reach up to Bobby’s face and caress his cheek. “You.” Oliver whispered. Bobby felt a shiver go down his spine, when Oliver placed his hands on his face and turned him towards him. Bobby looked into his hazel eyes and saw what looked like extreme desire. It sure wasn't a friendly look.

Oliver leaned into him and timidly moved his face closer to Bobby’s. Oliver gave him a chaste kiss on the lips. His lips are as soft as I imagined they’d be. Bobby thought. Then Oliver got a little more courage the second time and kissed him longer. He opened his mouth and deepened the kiss; enveloping his lips around Bobby’s bottom lip.

You idiot, what are you doing?! Oliver jumped back. “I’m sorry. I am so sorry.” Oliver stood up and walked to his desk. “I’m so embarrassed.” Bobby covered his lips lightly.

“Ohmigod. Ohmigod. Ohmigod.” When Oliver turned around to see just how pissed Bobby probably was, he was met with a set of warm lips to his own. Caught off-guard, Oliver backed into the desk table. Oliver could feel his staff swelling and he moaned in Bobby’s mouth. Running his hands down Bobby’s back, Oliver started to pull his shirt over his head. But Bobby pulled back. “What?” Oliver asked.

“We can’t..........not now anyway.”

“We can’t what? Kiss? Like each other?”

“No. No.” Bobby walked to Oliver and held his hands. “Look, I’ve been waiting a long time for this...”

“So have I, Bobby.”

“And well, now that it’s in the open for us, I’m a bit nervous.”

Oliver smiled slightly. “What do you mean nervous?”

“I’ve never had sex before. Let alone with another man.”

Oliver cocked an eyebrow. “Oh. Oh.”

Bobby backed away. “I’ve startled you. I’m sorry. You don't want a virgin. I........”

Oliver placed his hand over Bobby’s mouth. “Shhhhh. You didn’t startle me. Just changed the plans a little. But, I’m fine with that. I can wait until you’re ready. We can do something else.”

“Like what?” Oliver gave him a seductive smile and turned him around so Bobby’s back was against the table. He unbuckled his gray slacks and slid them and his boxers down his legs. Then, Oliver dropped to his knees and grabbed Bobby’s half hard prick in his hand and licked the tip. Bobby groaned and lifted the bottom of his shirt so to see the boy servicing him better. Oliver licked the underside of his soon-to-be lover’s dick, from the base to tip. He made sure his tongue trailed the same line Bobby’s vein did. Pre-cum was oozing out his slit and Oliver smeared it down his shaft and gave him three hard jerks before he swallowed him. Oliver took him down his mouth inch by inch, until his nose touched dark pubic hair. Bobby could feel the back of Oliver’s throat and he panted. Bobby was quite large for his age. Oliver was surprised he was able to take him all the way down. Slowly, he started to retract and Bobby had to grab hold of the desk’s edge to keep from falling. When his lips neared the tip, Oliver stopped, then started going back down again. “Oliver.” Bobby moaned. Oliver closed his teeth very gently around his lover’s erection and it grazed over his veins. “Faster, Oliver. Please.” Bobby managed to get out.

After a few minutes, Oliver had gained speed and Bobby had started to pant and his legs began to tremble. Though he was a very popular football player, and all the girls loved him, Bobby had never experienced an orgasm from another’s hand. He would always leave the skirt-chasing and flirting to Martin and Willis. That’s why he thought he was going to faint when he came. His head was tilted back, he could feel his prostate stirring; on the verge of exploding. Add to that, Oliver’s humming around his staff and the slurping sounds he made, sent him over the edge. Bobby’ covered his mouth, so to muffle his voice. “Ah shit!” Bobby filled Oliver’s mouth with his essence. Taking it all down, Oliver never moved until Bobby had given all he was going to give.

When it was over, Oliver -who was a bit shaken- stood up, kissed Bobby sweetly, and hugged him tightly, as if he hadn’t seen him in over eight years. Bobby wrapped his arms around his new lover and buried his face between the boy’s shoulder and neck.

***

During the Fab Five’s suspension, Oliver’s life in school was a bit smoother. Not to say that he didn’t get the occasional hate letter, “Oliver Oil” joke, and shove in the hallway, but it wasn’t as constant as it would’ve been with Martin and his gang around. As promised, Bobby and the rest of the Fab Five boys were also suspended from two games. Oliver went to both for his column, but it didn’t feel as exciting to him without his favorite quarterback tossing a long one down the field.

“Geez Oli, what’s the matter with you?” Priscilla asked him in class. It was the second Thursday of Bobby’s suspension (day 9), and Oliver was becoming more and more depressed.

The boy shrugged. “I miss him.” He sat with his chin in one hand and twirling his pencil with his other.

“You visit him every afternoon.”

“Yeah, but by the time I get there, his parents are already home and we can’t hangout like we want to.”

Priscilla chuckled. “And did you think him being here at school would give you two ample opportunity to make out in privacy? You think no one would say anything if you two skipped third period for a trip to the janitor’s closet? Oli, you’re losing it.”

Oliver smiled. “Maybe you’re right.”

***

It was still school time, when Bobby got a knock on his front door. “Hey Phillip.”

“What’s up, Bobby?”

Bobby let him in and they sat in the den, where he had ESPN Sports Center on. “Have you been as bored as I have these past few days?”

“Probably more.” Phillip joked. Then his smile faded. “Listen Bobby, I just wanted to tell you, I didn’t know they were going to do that to that Oliver kid. I mean, Martin said he was going to scare him a bit, but he didn’t say anything about that.”

“There’s no need to be telling me all this.......I’m not the one you should be explaining to.”

“Why not? You like him, don’t you?”

Bobby’s skin paled. “W-what?”

“Don’t play dumb. You’re always saving him, you’ve made him your history tutor, and you get this type of uneasy look about you when you’re around him. Figiting like you want to touch him or something. Am I right?”

Bobby was silent for a long time. When he spoke, he couldn’t even look Phillip in the eye. “So, you gonna hate me now?”

Phillip shook his head. “No. You like who you like. That’s what makes everyone different. Whether you like Oliver or not is your business, not mine. And I’m your friend, Bobby. I promise I won’t tell.”

“Thanks Phillip, that means alot.”

***

Class was over and Oliver practically rushed to get to Bobby’s house with his history work. When he pulled into the driveway, he noticed only Bobby’s mustang was parked. When Bobby opened the door, Oliver smiled. “Hey, Bobby.” Bobby didn’t speak, he just leaned over and gave him a long kiss. “I take it your parents aren’t at home?” His lover only laughed and invited him in.

“We have history homework again?” Bobby asked once they reached his bedroom.

“No. I just brought this as my excuse for coming to see you today. Since you say your parents don’t come back until 6:30, what do you want to do?”

“I don’t know. You’re the expert in relationships and things. I’m just along for the ride.”

Oliver smiled. “I’ve got an idea then.”

***

Pauline came home earlier than her husband that afternoon, but Bobby and Oliver were completely oblivious to her. Oliver was on top of Bobby dry humping him through his green boxers. Oliver had stripped down to his underwear and Bobby his, and rubbed their erections together, with oil as the perfect lubricant for their little light activity. The boy had started grinding on top of his lover, as his orgasm approached. “Did you hear that?” Oliver asked.

“Hear what?”

“It sounded....like.....ah. I’m going to come.” He quickened his dry fucking.

“Is someone downstairs?” Bobby whispered. Oliver started to pant. “Oliver, we gotta stop. I think my mom’s home.”

“Please just let me come. I'm so close.........ah......ah!” Oliver slipped out a loud moan and Bobby quickly covered the boy’s mouth.

“Bobby, honey! Where are you?!” Pauline yelled from downstairs. Bobby was beginning to feel his loins stir and with his free hand, he pulled Oliver’s hips in closer to him, to give his staff a more warmer friction between the two, and started moving his hips faster. “Bobby?!” Together, the two boys shuddered a mutual climax.

Pauline opened his bedroom door and found the two secret lovers going over chapter 8 history vocabulary words. “Bobby, didn’t you hear me calling you downstairs? I said your name like a hundred times.”

“I’m sorry, mom. We were just studying.”

Pauline sighed. “All right. Oliver honey, do you need some water? You look alittle flushed.”

Oliver was so nervous, he couldn’t look at her. “No Mrs. Pauline. I’m fine.” Pauline shrugged then left the room. Bobby leaned over to Oliver and kissed his moist neck.

“That was fun.”

Oliver smiled slightly. “I’ll bet.”

TBC........R&R.