The Pale Blue Sky

by Jack Lynch

Part 5 - Carey, Chapter 6

Later That Night.

He brushed his teeth. Why am I brushing my teeth? He made his bed. Why am I making my bed? He piled the dirty clothes on the floor into a laundry basket. What am I doing?

Carey had all kinds of questions. Not many answers.

As the hour passed 11:00 and got closer to 11:30, he started to pace the room. He could feel his heart beating in his chest. The room was like an oven. Darkness had failed to push the heat and humidity out of the air. A small lamp was the only source of light in the room.

About 11:45 he flopped onto a chair and frowned to himself. I bet that cashier and that prick bouncer never gave Apollo my address. A long sigh. He wasn't coming.

Carey had left his door slightly ajar so he could hear the doorbell downstairs. The frat house was locked up all the time during the Summer.

Just then, the door slowly creaked open. There he was, standing in the doorway.

As he approached him, Carey started to ask, "How did you…?" Before he could get the rest of the sentence out, "…get in," he was attacked.

Attacked as in Apollo practically dove at Carey. Their mouths smashed together, tongues in a furious fight, arms tightly wrapped around each other's shoulders and necks. They did a circular dance into the room as they struggled to embrace each other as tightly as possible. Somehow, the door got kicked shut. Falling onto the bed together, the only sounds were lips smacking together and small groans and grunts.

Apollo got the upper hand, straddling Carey. He pulled back just long enough to rip Carey's shirt open. Buttons bounced on the hardwood floor. As Carey shrugged his shoulders out of it, Apollo pulled his own t-shirt off. Carey reached up and put his hand around Apollo's neck, pulling him down. As their lips pressed together again, he caressed Apollo's chest, firmly pinching a nipple, sweeping his hand into his damp armpit.

Pulling himself off the back of the bed, Apollo bent down, unbuckled Carey's belt, and roughly pulled his pants off. His boxers came half off with the pants. He whipped those off, too. Carey tried to catch his breath. This felt so good! Now naked, his hardened pink cock laying across his stomach. In one swift move, Apollo's shorts and underwear were off. The breath caught in Carey's chest at the sight of his amazing erect cock.

Apollo collapsed on top of Carey. They grunted and gasped, hips grinding against each other. In an instant, Carey felt he might cum. Just as that feeling was overwhelming him, Apollo pulled back and sat up on his knees. They both tried to catch their breaths. Expressionless, Apollo looked at Carey and then, in one motion, scooted back, leaned down, and took Carey's throbbing cock into his mouth. Carey couldn't hold back. The sensation was too intense and glorious. A few sucks from Apollo's lips, his mouth all the way up to the hilt, and Carey orgasmed harder than he ever had in his entire life. The cum just seemed to pour out in wave after wave. Apollo gagged once and swallowed several times.

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!"

Carey rasped and laughed at the same time. He flung his arms out wide and tried to catch his breath.

With a half smile on his face, Apollo flopped down on the bed next to Carey and lay on his side. Turning his head to face Apollo, Carey drank him in with his eyes. The hair fell softly across his forehead and into Apollo's almond shaped blue eyes. A tiny diamond stud in the lobe of his left ear. Small nose, narrow lips, narrow square jaw, clear skin. Beautifully sculpted shoulders. That cute pearl necklace. Tiny pink nipples. Narrow waist, small innie belly button. The sensuous curve of his hip; almost feminine. That gorgeous cock! Thick, throbbing. The huge head, a drop of pre-cum pooled at the opening. Pinkish balls. Smooth thighs. Was it possible? Carey sucked his breath in. Was he actually getting hard again already?

Apollo blushed with an embarrassed chuckle. Pretty interesting, Carey thought. Odd that all of a sudden he should be shy, since Apollo was regularly naked in front of all kinds of people. This poor beautiful boy.

"Turn over," Apollo said in a soft whisper.

He reached over, putting his hand on Carey's hip, and pushing him onto his stomach. He climbed on top of Carey and pushed his hard cock into the crack of his butt. Thrusting, first slowly and then at a faster pace, he rubbed his cock along Carey's ass. Grunting and gasping, Apollo extended his arms so that he was elevated above him. In turn, Carey lifted his hips slightly as he attempted to guide Apollo toward his anus. Every once in awhile as he thrust the head of Apollo's cock brushed past Carey's hole. It was a glorious and erotic tease.

Without warning, Apollo came. Carey felt the hot cum squirting onto his back. Pooling at first, it then overflowed the cleft of his back and rolled off the sides onto the sheets. After Apollo stopped gasping, he collapsed again on his side and half smirked, half chuckled.

Ignoring the mess left on his back, Carey leaned over, put his hand behind Apollo's head, pulling it to him. They kissed deeply. After releasing his lips, Carey started placing soft kisses on Apollo's eyelids and nose. The kisses became licking when he reached his ear. Pushing him back on the bed, Carey began a long, erotic process of giving Apollo a tongue bath. He drunk in his smell. There it was again. Oatmeal. He licked along the smooth curve of his hip into the crease to his crotch. Bathing Apollo's cum moistened cock with his tongue, he lifted it up and lapped around his balls. Spreading his legs slightly, he licked the insides of his thighs where the perfume of oatmeal seemed to be the strongest. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Apollo's cock starting to swell.

Apollo reached down, grabbing Carey's head and pulling him back up to the pillow. Switching positions, he roughly pushed Carey's legs apart. Apollo gave Carey his own version of a tongue bath starting at his navel to his crotch. He spent a lot of time licking Carey's cock rather than sucking it. His tongue washed up and down the shaft causing Carey to bang his arms on the bed and giggle.

With a chuckle, Apollo pushed Carey's knees up and, leaning over, plunged his tongue deeply into his butt hole. The warm wet sensation was so intense Carey thought he was going to faint. After licking in and around his anus, Apollo wet a finger and slowly inserted it into Carey's rectum. Holding onto his knees with his hands, Carey tried to relax. The pressure was intense. The second finger went in.

"Lube?" Apollo looked at Carey. Unable to speak, he motioned with his chin toward the nightstand next to the bed. After pulling it out of the drawer, Apollo greased up two fingers and then reached down to lube his cock. Spreading Carey's legs a bit further, he reinserted the two fingers and held them there. Carey's breathing started to quicken.

He knew what was coming and he knew it was going to hurt bad. Apollo looked down between Carey's legs briefly and jerked the hair out of his face so he could look directly at Carey. Their eyes met. As they did, Carey could feel the tip of Apollo's cock at the opening of his asshole.

Carey opened his mouth to say, no, but nothing came out. Apollo continued to stare intently at him. Slowly and steadily, his cock entered Carey. The stinging pain was so intense it made his ears ring. His butt ached and his hips cramped up. This glorious, beautiful pain. He embraced it, throwing his arms over his head. When he looked up, Apollo's eyes were clenched shut, mostly hidden by the hair falling across his red face. He might have lost consciousness because he could barely hear Apollo grunting and gasping. And then it was over. Apollo clenched his stomach muscles and, with one deep thrust, orgasmed.

Apollo collapsed on top of him. Carey wrapped his arms around Apollo's body as they both lay there catching their breaths. The heat in the room was intense. They were both covered in sweat and spunk. The sheets were drenched. Apollo's softening cock mostly fell out of Carey. He tumbled off to the side and fell on the bed.

After a few minutes or so Apollo slowly opened his eyes and peered at him. Carey was still flat on his back with his hands now clasped behind his head. Apollo brought his hand over to Carey's stomach and nudged it under his cock. He just held it there for a moment before softly rubbing his tummy. Carey's cock immediately stiffened. Wrapping his fingers around it, Apollo pulled on it, his eyes alternately observing Carey's face and the pre-cum immediately pooling at the tip. It wasn't more than a minute or so until Carey thrust his hips up and came. Streams of cum shot up as far as his chest. His cock positively ached.

Silence for a long couple of minutes. Carey rubbed his eyes with the flat palms of his hands. This is what it feels like to get fucked out, he thought warmly. He stretched his arms out over his head and enjoyed the moment.

"Let's take a shower."

He sat up. Apollo rolled onto his back, one arm across his face. Carey got up and grabbed a couple of bath towels off a shelf.

Taking Apollo's hand and pulling him onto his feet, "C'mon beautiful. Let's clean you up."

Carey opened the door and they both entered the hallway. Nonchalantly, he grabbed Apollo by the cock and led him to the bathroom. Both naked, he didn't care if anyone saw them. Of course, it was the middle of the night.

Sharing the same shower stall, they lathered up and scrubbed each other. Of course, Apollo thickened up. Carey sank to his knees.

"No, that's ok." Apollo said.

Ignoring him, Carey took Apollo's cock in his mouth. With the water streaming over both of them, he gave Apollo a blow job.

When they returned to Carey's room, Apollo headed to the bed.

"Hold it!" Carey said as he grabbed his arm. He went to a shelf with all of his towels and linens. Grabbing a fresh set of sheets, he yanked the soiled ones off the bed and quickly pulled the bottom sheet on top of the mattress.

Throwing the soiled sheets into the corner, he looked at Apollo. "Hungry?"

"Mmmm. Ya."

Carey went to the small dorm sized refrigerator, grabbed a pint of deli chicken salad, and picked up a fork. Together, they sat naked on the bed, legs crossed, facing each other. Carey dug into the chicken salad and fed a forkful to Apollo. Alternately, he fed himself and took great pleasure in feeding Apollo. He looked positively lit up. It was extraordinary. Maybe it was the shell necklace. Even in the darkness of the room, it seemed like a spotlight was trained on him.

"So, I guess the cashier did give you my address, after all. I kind of doubted if he would."

"Nah. He didn't give it to me. I knew where you lived anyways."

"You did?"

Apollo just nodded.

"How?"

"I've been hanging around campus. Followed you here so I knew."

"Why? Why didn't you come up to me?"

"I dunno. Felt kinda funny just showing up."

"Well…you did just show up."

Apollo smirked.

"Who are you?"

"Didn't I tell ya everything that day at the lake?"

Carey slowly shook his head.

"The bare minimum."

Apollo looked down, the hair falling into his face. Jerking the hair back out of his eyes, he looked at Carey.

"What do you want to know?"

"Ok. So, what do you want to do with your life outside of selling your body for sex?" Carey asked.

"Umm…I think I'd like to be a teacher."

Carey gasped.

"A teacher." Pause. "What would you teach?"

"I'd sorta like to teach math."

"Math?!?" Carey was flabbergasted. "What kind of background do you have in math?"

Apollo shrugged.

"When I went to school, I liked math. 'Made the math team."

Carey looked at him, stunned.

"I read a book in your library. Linear Algebra."

"Linear Algebra," Carey repeated slowly. "How did you get into the library? You have to be a student to get in."

Apollo smirked.

"I read the whole book. Even did all the exercises."

They talked for a little while longer, sharing snippets from each other's lives. As the clock wound past 3 AM, they eventually slumped to the pillows on the bed. Carey grabbed the top sheet and covered them up.

Bright light. Carey opened his eyes and squinted. The sun was definitely high in the sky. Was the time going on Noon? The air was refreshingly clear and cool. Glancing to the side, he noticed some of the papers on his desk were now on the floor. Small pools of water sat on the floor underneath the open windows. It must have stormed during the night.

Blinking the sleep out of his eyes, he looked at the foot of the bed. Apollo stood there, fully dressed.

"I'm leaving," Apollo said.

Carey sighed as he stretched his arms over his head.

"Sure. Wanna hang out after you finish work tonight?"

"No. I'm leaving, leaving."

Cary sat up on his elbows.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm going to Portland."

"Why?"

"They're sending me to another club. They're short of dancers and long on customers."

"No-o-o-o! Don't go!"

"I already said I would."

Carey fell back on the bed, his hands covering his face.

"I don't fucking believe this! And I don't fucking know why!"

"Money. Bonus just for going. Paying for our transportation. Me and three other guys. Giving us a place to live."

Carey was furious.

"Fuck that! Get another job!"

Apollo just stared at him.

"I'll get you a job. Here on campus. You can live with me. I'll get you enrolled in school."

"I never graduated from high school, dude."

"Uh-h-h-h!"

Exasperated, Cary fell back on the bed covering his face with his forearm. Tears welled up in his eyes.

"When?"

"Today. Now."

"When are you coming back?"

"Don't know."

Carey tried to get ahold of his emotions as he looked up at the ceiling. Suddenly, he burst into tears. Actual crying. He brought his hands up to his face and sobbed. He hadn't cried like this since he was a little kid.

"Don't you get it??" He cried. "I'm the one who's homeless. Emotionally homeless. I feel so alone. Please stay. Be my friend."

He cried some more. Apollo walked over and sat on the side of the bed. He wiped some of the tears off the side of Carey's face. As he looked at him, that scornful smart ass expression appeared on his face. He shook the hair away and leaned down, giving Carey a soft kiss on the mouth. Carey was so distraught he didn't return the kiss.

And, just like that, he was gone.

As his sobbing began to subside, Carey turned on his side. Apollo's shell necklace lay on the nightstand next to the bed. Carey pulled the pillow over his head and groaned.

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