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Robby's job wasn't usually interesting, frustrating maybe. He'd picked up two hitchhikers over the course of his over 2-decade-long career as a trucker. After one threw up in his truck, he'd sworn it off. But now, he saw a kid standing on the side of the road, looking like he was on the verge of passing out, and Robby felt too bad to drive by. The kid just stared at him. Robby rolled down his window.
"You need help getting in?"
The kid shook his head and stumbled to the passenger side of the truck, pulling himself up, placing a torn-up backpack on the floor. He closed the door and leaned against the window. Robby looked him over, waiting for him to say something. He didn't. So Robby put the truck back in drive. The boy was wearing a white button-down, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The edges of the sleeves were dirt-stained, and the top button looked like it was about to come off. It's not like Robby had any room to judge the boy's appearance, though. Robby himself had been sporting the same baseball cap and pair of blue jeans for a week.
"Where you headed?" Robby finally settled on.
"Florida."
"Right. Well, I'm headed to Georgia, so I'll be able to get you pretty far."
The boy lifted his head from where it was resting against the car window to look at Robby, and he smiled. He was tired and just as equally endearing. Robby found himself smiling back.
"You can sleep in the back for a while, if you want; next stop is in a couple of hours."
The boy looked apprehensive, but he didn't protest. If Robby spent the next two hours glancing back to see him, he didn't need to know that. He slept curled up in on himself, over the blankets, fully clothed. Robby didn't bother telling him to get his shoes off the bed. He could always wash those sheets.
When they got to the truck stop, Robby didn't wake the boy up. He found a sandwich and water bottle for him and went back to the truck to hand it to him. The boy was awake by then, sitting up in the bed. Robby would normally avoid his truck at all costs during breaks, but he stayed now to be with the boy.
When Robby handed the sandwich to him, his face lit up. He ate it quickly enough that Robby was a little worried he would choke.
"Where are you coming from?" Robby spoke up again, trying to get anything out of the nervous wreck sitting next to him.
"Oh, uhm, Nebraska, couple hours west of Omaha."
"Henderson?"
"Around there, yeah." The boy shifted in his seat to look at Robby. "How did you know?"
"You look it," Robby grunted. He really did look the part. It was a town populated almost entirely by Mennonite Amish. The white button-down that was rolled up to his elbows, the top button fell off, and the edges of the sleeves that Robby could discern were dirt-stained. Blue jeans with scuffed-up knees and working boots that were too big for him. Robby had been in and out of Nebraska plenty of times; he'd only stopped in Henderson once, but it left an impression. Tiny little town, barely a village, populated almost entirely by Mennonites. They were nice enough. The boy slumped down in his seat and looked back out the window.
"I'm Dennis. By the way."
"Robby."
They stopped at a truck stop in Memphis that evening. It was the end of Robby's shift, a time when he would normally be incredibly exhausted, but now, he was just happy to get to see Dennis awake again. As Robby left the truck, he lit a cigarette. Dennis ran to stand next to Robby. Robby leaned himself against one of the walls of the building, and Dennis copied him. He didn't have anything better to do; probably didn't even have a cell phone. He crossed his hands behind his back and leaned forward to get a better view of Robby.
"You want one?" Robby held the cigarette out to Dennis, and his eyes jumped between it and Robby's lips.
"Oh, no, I don't smoke."
"Never?" Robby laughed. He knew the answer.
"It's just a little scary, I guess."
He was too cute like that, smiling nervously and glancing at the lit cigarette. Robby took a hit and held it in his mouth, grabbing Dennis by the jaw and blowing the smoke into his mouth. Dennis's mouth hung open for several seconds, and his face flushed. He made eye contact with Robby, and the moment was over. He looked like he could cry.
"Sorry," Robby was the first to pull away. He had meant it as a joke, if a bit flirty; he should've known better. Dennis stared at the ground, his gaze fixed on the concrete below them for several seconds. He walked back to the truck after a shaky breath. Robby thought about grabbing him by the shoulder again and stopping him. He didn't. He watched as Dennis walked stiffly back to the truck. He glanced at Robby, eyes wet and face ruddy. Robby felt his dick twitch just with that. God, he needed to get a grip. Or maybe just get off. It had been years since he'd actually been with someone. His options on the road were prostitutes or his own right hand. Even while he was in between jobs, he rarely went on dates. Maybe Dennis would fuck him if he asked nicely enough. He pushed the thought out of his head. He didn't even know how old Dennis was; he looked like he couldn't have been older than 20, and even Robby had his limits.
The rest of the evening was mundane; Dennis stayed in or near the truck for most of it, watching the sun set. Robby finished his smoke and walked around the area. It was boring; nothing he hadn't seen before.
"It's getting late, let me buy you a motel room."
"Oh, you don't have to do that! I can sleep in the passenger seat." Dennis chirped back. He seemed to be enjoying his time away already, never mind how dull it was to Robby.
"Your back is gonna get messed up." Robby had spent more than one night in the passenger seat on account of his insomnia. Some nights that twin XL felt like a coffin.
"Oh, sure," Dennis smiled.
The drive to the motel was short; neither of them talked. Robby was supposed to be on the road again in nine hours anyway.
"What do you mean you don't have a double room?" Robby pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.
"It's 8 PM, we have a room with a king bed, that's it," The clerk reiterated. Robby didn't even have the bandwidth to scold the clerk. He knew it was likely the end of their shift; both of them just wanted to go to sleep. Robby begrudgingly paid and took the singular keycard. He glanced to Dennis, who was trying to figure out the vending machine. He snapped his fingers, and Dennis came running like a dog. Cute.
Dennis really was like a curious puppy. He spent the rest of the evening investigating everything in the hotel room, tilting his head to the side and asking Robby how everything worked.
"But how does the TV turn on?"
"The wires are in the wall."
"Oh. You're really smart. How does the remote work, then? It doesn't have any wires to the TV."
"I don't know, Dennis." Robby sighed. He didn't mean to sound so annoyed, but he had spent the last 15 minutes explaining cable TV to Dennis. The boy looked up at Robby from his spot on the floor. He looked dejected with the answer, his view of Robby being some all-knowing guide fading.
Dennis riffled through his backpack for a few moments before mumbling something under his breath. He left for the bathroom and came back out in just his underwear. It's not what Robby had expected. Not like he had been expecting anything specific; it was just different. He had on loose-fitting linen underwear, long enough to hit his mid-thigh. Robby couldn't suppress a chuckle.
"What?!" Dennis wrapped his arms around his bare chest to cover himself, and that was enough to distract Robby entirely. His biceps flexed against his chest. His clothes had done a complete disservice to his build. He was toned, farmer's tan harsh. Most of him was quite pale actually, a product of modest clothing, Robby could assume. He had little beauty marks trailing down what Robby could see of his chest. He wondered how far down they went.
"I don't have any pajamas," Dennis mumbled. He crawled onto the bed next to Robby. He took the thrown blanket to himself, only using that to wrap himself up.
"Goodnight, Dennis." Robby turned off the light next to him and tucked himself into bed. He faced so Dennis's back was facing his chest. The motel had shitty blinds, allowing the city's lights to illuminate most of Dennis's form. His hair was so pretty like that. An overcropped, awkward haircut that left just the front of his head with little curls. Robby wondered what it would've looked like grown out. He lay like that for a few minutes, studying Dennis's huddled form.
"Are you still awake?" Dennis whispered.
"Mhm."
"I can't sleep. It's too loud." Dennis was right; the air conditioning unit was rattling, and the thin walls allowed the sounds of other guests' conversations to come through. Robby had spent years sleeping at truck stops; though, he had long since learned to tune out excess noise.
"Do you want some earplugs?" Robby moved without waiting for a response. He dug through the bedside table, retrieving the pair of disposable foam earplugs wrapped in entirely too much plastic. He reached over Dennis to set them down in front of his face. Dennis undid his cocoon to take them.
"Thank you."
"'Course, kid." Robby hummed.
Robby couldn't seem to fall asleep. It was nothing abnormal; most nights these days were plagued by insomnia. Having another body sleeping next to him for the first time in God knows how long didn't help. Dennis was wiggly, kicking and murmuring in his sleep. He decided to go on a walk; it was better than just staring at the back of Dennis's head. He sat up, and Dennis came into view. He had long since kicked off his singular blanket. He was holding a pillow in his arms and whimpering. His mouth was slightly open, spit making his bottom lip sparkle in the dim light.
His brows furrowed, and he whined like he was having a nightmare. Robby briefly considered waking him before deciding against it. He heard somewhere you shouldn't wake someone having a nightmare. He had no clue how true that is, and he didn't really care to know. At least not when it granted him this view of Dennis, sweat beading on his brow and clutching the pillow tighter to his chest.
He thought about how vulnerable Dennis was like this. Dennis was certainly stronger; Robby spent 16 hours a day just sitting, for Christ's sake. Whereas Dennis probably spent 16 hours a day lifting hay bales and handling livestock. But he was still technically smaller than Robby. Robby had a good eight inches of height on him, and he didn't really want to calculate how much more he weighed. He had put on a few pounds with this sedentary lifestyle, and he wasn't exactly proud of the extra pudge. But he knew it would've given him an advantage, allowed him to keep Dennis pinned to the bed. And even if Dennis did overpower Robby, what would he have done about it? The kid looked like he wouldn't hurt a fly, and who would he even tell? This motel was on the side of a highway, and Dennis had no working cell phone or even ID. Robby pet Dennis's hair. It was dirty blonde in the summer, probably got darker in the winter. He could at least give himself that much. Robby wasn't a bad person. He had to convince himself that a couple times a month when he got especially lonely. But he was giving this kid free food, a place to sleep, and driving him around the country. He deserved to at least run his fingers through his hair. If he really had it his way, if he was really being selfish, he would've been inside Dennis now. But he couldn't be. So he kissed Dennis's head and backed off. It seemed to be enough to soothe Dennis; his breathing slowed back to a normal rate, and his face softened.
Dennis got the memo quickly that Robby tried to be on the road by 5 AM. Robby himself had showered just before Dennis and was still towel drying his hair. Dennis left the bathroom dry, buttoning up his shirt. Robby mourned the imagined image of him in just a towel, hip bones jutting against the soft fabric. This was still good, though; Robby got to sneak a glance at Dennis's collarbone. Dainty, fragile little things. He shoved down the idea of them snapping under his boot when Dennis buttoned his collar. He pulled on his own boots, tying the laces whilst watching Robby swallow.
"What?"
"Nothing. We should get you some more clothes." That much was true. Dennis had done his best job scrubbing out the dirt stains with hotel bar soap and using the hair dryer to finish it, but it proved fruitless. Robby wondered if Dennis had even worn clothes that weren't handmade before. He dragged himself off the bed and clapped Dennis on the back, accidentally shoving him forward a little. He seemed to lose his balance easily. Robby steadied him with a firm grip on the scruff of his neck, pinky finger just barely dipping below his collar. He did a once-over on the room and guided Dennis to the door, practically shoving him outside. He walked Dennis all the way to the passenger door of the truck, which was parked in the back of the lot. Dennis mumbled something to himself and shrugged off Robby's hold. He climbed up the stairs and opened the car door on his own.
"How come you're going to Florida?" Robby spoke whilst making a turn.
"Oh, going to see my father."
Robby hummed contemplatively. He was pretty satisfied with that answer, but Dennis continued.
"He's, uh, ex-communicated, I guess. I haven't seen him in a really long time. My mom doesn't know I'm going to see him."
"I get that; I didn't see my dad much growing up either." Robby latched onto any sort of relatability.
"Oh."
"Grew up with my grandparents." Robby left it vague enough to keep some sort of self-protection up, while giving Dennis enough to work with. Robby did care about Dennis, but he mostly responded just to keep hearing his voice.
"I always wanted to see him. I don't really fit in at home. Though, maybe not home anymore." He laughed awkwardly. "But, uh, I saved up for a while to do it. It's just that things are a lot more expensive than I had expected."
"You didn't do Rumspringa?" Robby had only heard of it in passing, movies and pop culture.
"I did! That's kind of, uhm, what got me in that situation," Dennis looked between the front window and Robby's face. His voice got quieter. "I, well, my mom, met a girl that I was supposed to… Be with. To marry."
"You didn't like her?"
"She was nice and stuff, and we had a wedding, but I just got scared, I guess. Ran away?"
"You guess?" Robby glanced back at Dennis, who was picking his nails and mumbling.
"I— yeah. I ran away."
"Wait, you got married and then ran away?"
"Barely. I mean, yes, but I did it the night of the wedding and, uh, I wouldn't have been a good husband anyway… So it's not that much of a loss for her."
"Right."
"Do you think I'm a bad person?"
"I can't be judging you for running away. Why do you think I have a job like this?"
Dennis opened and closed his mouth. Both of them left it at that.
By 10:00 AM, they were already halfway to Robby's destination. He felt more than a little sad to be leaving Dennis this soon.
They pulled off at a truck stop, and Robby handed Dennis an empty water bottle and a $20 bill. "Go get yourself a water bottle, too. "
"Oh, I don't need—"
"Yes, you do." Robby pushed the bill against Dennis's chest until he accepted it.
Dennis did, in fact, need a water bottle. He finished the liter before Robby could switch the engine back on. Robby really should warn him they won't be stopping for a while, should tell him to go pee now, but he doesn't. It doesn't take but an hour for Dennis to be squirming in his seat.
"You wanna go in the woods? Not gonna be a gas station for a few hours." Robby spoke without directly addressing it, but both of them knew what he meant.
"I'm fine." Dennis looked a little humiliated by the offer. Robby hummed and rested his hand on Dennis's knee. Dennis tensed up but didn't tell him off. Over the course of the next half hour, Robby's hand trailed up almost imperceptibly slowly, until it was resting on Dennis's lower stomach. Neither of them said anything, and Robby didn't even look at Dennis when he pressed down on his bladder. Dennis squeaked and grabbed Robby's wrist.
"Ok, fine, let me out."
"No shoulder here, bud." Robby smiled.
"What am I supposed to do?"
"Use the empty bottle."
"That's— that's weird, I'm not gonna do that." Dennis protests. Robby pressed down again, his bladder full enough to make a tiny bulge. Dennis yelped and squeezed his legs together.
"I don't have another pair of clothes," He whined. Not that he didn't want to piss himself. He didn't even try to move Robby's hand.
"I'll buy you some more." Robby pressed again, and Dennis cried out. He doubled over and panted, holding Robby's hand still.
Dennis hesitated for a few moments before grabbing the discarded bottle from the floor. He undid his belt, avoiding Robby's hand. He paused before unbuttoning his jeans, and Robby glanced over. His hand glided down to where Dennis's dick was.
"Do you need help?"
Dennis didn't tell him no. Robby kept his eyes on the road; he knew he'd lose it if he afforded himself a glance at Dennis right now. Robby unbuttoned the boy's jeans and slid the overworked zipper down. He pulled Dennis's dick out from the seam of his underwear. It was a heavy thing; Robby could tell he was thick even while he was flaccid. It wasn't as if that lasted long, though; Robby felt him stiffening up in his hold, and Dennis sounded like he was about to start hyperventilating.
"Open the bottle."
"Right! Yeah." Dennis refocused his attention. He unscrewed the cap and held the bottle in his left hand, using his right hand to direct his dick to the opening. His fingertips brushed against Robby's. He held it there for several seconds, and Robby felt him grow hotter in his touch.
"You can go."
Dennis sighs as he pisses into the bottle, and Robby realizes he was waiting for permission. I didn't even tell him to do that.
"Let go of my hand, please," Robby's voice shook. His dick was suddenly leaking in his boxers, and he felt like if he kept touching Dennis he would crash the truck. Dennis grunted and let him go. Robby turned the music up to drown out the noises and white-knuckled the steering wheel.
Only a couple of minutes after Dennis finished, Robby saw a gas station ahead. Dennis groaned, saying he should've just waited, and Robby pulled off there. He parked the truck hastily, absolutely not in the right spot, and he ignored Dennis's confused protests to find the nearest restroom.
He slammed the stall door behind himself, leaning against it and taking his own stiff cock out. With the same hand that touched Dennis. He spit on his hand and brought it down to jerk himself off. It was the hardest he'd been in a long time; his dick was sticky with spit and precum.
He heard the bathroom door open, and he couldn't be bothered to stop or even slow down.
"Robby? Are you okay?" Fuck, Dennis probably thought he got sick.
"Fine," Robby grunted, tugging his cock harshly.
"You sure? I can get some medicine or something," Dennis spoke from the other side of the stall door. Robby could hear the little shake in his voice, and he wondered if he knew and was teasing Robby, or if he really was that naive. Robby breathed through his nose; he didn't know which was hotter.
"Should I just go back to the truck… or?"
"Fuck, stay there," Robby spoke without thinking it through.
"Um… okay." He heard Dennis shuffling behind the door.
"Keep talking." Robby was getting cocky with it, no pun intended. He held himself up with a palm against the wall above the toilet, directing his dick down.
"About anything?" Dennis took the silence as a yes. "Uh… Before I left, I lived on a farm. Mostly livestock, cattle. It was simple, but nice… Hm. I didn't really go to school, which was kind of weird, I guess? My brothers all went to high school, but I stayed home and helped with more of the house stuff. I guess just cause I was the youngest and my mom had no boys."
Dennis continued talking, but Robby's mind went to images of Dennis cooking and cleaning, sewing and baking cookies. He probably looked adorable in an apron, flour dusted across his cheek. Robby bit his lip as he came, shooting his load into the toilet. He flushed immediately, using the noise to cover up the sound of him panting and getting his breathing back to normal.
The clarity hit him quicker than he would've liked. The sweat that had been gathering on his forehead suddenly felt cold, and he realized he jerked off with Dennis talking to him, not knowing. Robby's had worse post-nut clarities than this, at least.
He wiped his hand on his jeans, immediately regretting it when it seeped into the fabric and made it darker. He tucked himself back into his pants and undid the lock on the door.
Dennis was facing it, hands behind his back.
"Are you okay?"
"Peachy." Robby sighed. He grabbed Dennis by the back of the neck again and led him to the truck. If Dennis noticed his hand being a little sticky, he didn't say anything.
"Did you ever consummate your marriage?" Robby said abruptly. They were stopped at a red light, only a few minutes away from where Robby would be finishing his delivery.
"No," Dennis said.
Robby felt a buzz up his spine. He should end it here. He shouldn't have brought up the topic in the first place. There were a lot of things he shouldn't have said to Dennis.
"Are you a virgin, then?"
"Well, yeah," Dennis said, as if Robby was stupid for asking. Which, he was, but Dennis hadn't even considered premarital sex as an option.
"Have you ever, uh…" Robby stopped talking when he realized how much of a pervert he would sound like. He already sounded like one. He was about to ask Dennis if he had touched himself before. Which, yes, obviously, everyone with a dick had. It was a stupid question, and Robby gave up before it came out. Dennis eyed him suspiciously but didn't press. Smart boy.
When Robby made his delivery, it required a bit of manual labor on his end. Nothing much, just helping undo the rig. He had plenty of muscle under his chub; it wasn't particularly difficult. He saw the way Dennis was looking at him. It was unabashed; he was completely in his own world, oblivious to how he looked to Robby. Robby felt a little hopeful that maybe the attraction was mutual. But it felt like too much of an assumption. And it certainly wasn't one he could act on, nothing without Dennis freaking out. The idea of premarital sex was abhorrent to him; Robby worried what he thought about gay sex.
He came up to stand next to Dennis, clapping him on the shoulder again, just to watch him flinch.
"I should… uhm— I don't really know where else to go," Dennis admitted. Robby's face lit up, and Dennis caught it. He furrowed his brows.
"I have some time off, why don't I drive you down to Florida? It's not that much farther. Where in Florida, anyway?"
"Jacksonville."
"Easy, we can do that trip in a day." Robby smiled, squeezing Dennis's shoulder. Dennis's mouth hung open like he had something else to say.
"I'll find us another motel room, yeah?"
Dennis nodded meekly and let Robby steer him back to the passenger side.
"Well, you'll be happy to know I scheduled it online this time, and we have a double bed, no more sharing a bed," Robby spoke as he was driving the short distance to a nearby hotel. Dennis sank in his seat and frowned.
"What?"
"I thought it was just gonna be one bed," Dennis mumbled. Robby steadied himself by grabbing the back of Dennis's neck again. He didn't know if Dennis knew what he was implying by saying he wanted to sleep in the same bed as Robby. He squeezed his hand, and Dennis whined. He knew he should back off now; he knew it might bruise if he kept groping Dennis, and he pressed harder.
"Ow, Robby," Dennis whined.
"What?"
"You're hurting me." Dennis squirmed in his seat.
Robby hummed and took his hand away. He looked at Dennis, who was flushed and adjusting himself in his pants. Jesus.
They pulled off to the hotel shortly after. Images ran through Robby's mind of going farther with Dennis, maybe squeezing the front of his neck like that. He swallowed and shoved them down again, at least long enough that he didn't get another boner in front of him. He lasted until he got to the reception desk before he could actively feel his cock straining against his pants again.
As they walked down the hallway, it didn't take long for Dennis to notice it. His eyes darted between Robby's face and his erection and the carpeted floor. He swallowed and walked stiffly. Robby swiped the keycard; he fumbled with it, having to try three times before it finally opened.
It was nothing Robby hadn't seen before. Cheap, carpeted, a mini fridge in the corner and two neatly made beds. The door to the en suite bathroom drew him in immediately. He beelined for it, and Dennis grabbed his hand.
"Wait."
Robby spun around to face him, and Dennis shut the door behind himself. He turned the lock without looking at it.
"You can, uhm— I can help." He whispered. His voice was shaky and small. Robby hesitated to do anything, both taken aback by Dennis's offer and not sure if Dennis really knew what he was getting himself into.
"I can't, I can't touch you, but you could… Uh— look at me and, y'know. If you want. If that's okay." His voice shook, and he kept his gaze trained on the floor.
"Dennis, kid…" Robby groaned. It was taking every fiber of self-control he had to not shove Dennis onto the floor right now.
"I'm 22," Dennis walked closer to him, resting his forehead against Robby's chest. He pawed weakly at Robby's bulge, immediately breaking his own rule. Robby tilted his head back and took a deep breath. Dennis tilted his head up to lick at the exposed bit of neck Robby's crew shirt allowed. He couldn't imagine he tasted particularly good right now, but Dennis whimpered against him, grabbing Robby's hips and pressing their laps together. Robby kissed the top of his head. He wrapped his arm around Dennis's back and pulled them closer together. Dennis's hips twitched, and he panted, open-mouthed, into Robby's chest.
"I thought you couldn't touch me?" Robby had one hand on Dennis's lower back and the other on the back of his head.
"It's over the clothes."
Robby grabbed his ass, and Dennis gasped. He whined and rutted against Robby, speeding up, acting more like an unfixed dog than a grown man now. Robby wasn't faring much better. Dennis's dick was heavy against his; it was the most physical contact he had with another person in a very long time. Dennis hugged Robby, humping him and only taking a couple more seconds before he was spilling into his pants. He worked himself through it, and Robby could feel the wetness spreading onto his own bulge.
Robby pulled back and tilted Dennis's head up to give him a kiss on the forehead. Dennis looked horrified with himself, and he let go of Robby to stumble back. He hit the wall and sank into a sitting position. Dennis was quiet now, tears streaming down his cheek. Robby was at a loss for what to do. He hated that the sight of Dennis crying made his dick twitch. He absentmindedly palmed his dick, and Dennis fully burst into tears. He ripped his hand away and knelt down to Dennis. He held the side of his face and wiped away the tears with his thumb.
"It's okay," Robby soothed. He leaned in to kiss Dennis's forehead again, and it seemed to calm him a little. He kissed the side of Dennis's mouth, and Dennis let out a big, hiccupping sob. Okay, too much. He pulled Dennis into another hug and rocked them back and forth. He cried into Robby's shoulder, hugging him back tightly. It took a couple minutes for his sobs to turn into quiet sniffles.
Robby pulled back, and Dennis leaned against the wall again. He frowned, and Robby pet the side of his head, feeling the short hair. Robby hauled the both of them to their feet and maneuvered Dennis to be lying in bed. He took off his shoes and moved to get Dennis some water. Dennis stopped him, pulling his hand.
"Stay here. Please?"
Robby begrudingly sat on the bed next to him. He would've liked to have a little time to himself, even just to change out of the jeans that were currently stained with Dennis's rapidly drying cum. He sat against the headboard and realized his dick was currently right next to Dennis's face. He should move; he knows that. But it was such a pretty picture; Dennis's face was still splotchy from crying. And when Dennis rested his head on Robby's thigh, seemingly without accounting for his current predicament, who was Robby to deny him a warm pillow?
They sat like that for a long time. Long enough that Robby could assume Dennis had fallen asleep. He tried to move from underneath Dennis, and he whined.
"Stay."
Robby breathed out through his nose, willing his boner to just go down. Dennis didn't help his cause. If Robby didn't know any better, he would've thought Dennis was nuzzling him. Dennis rested his hand on Robby's other thigh, moving himself just that much further on Robby's lap. He was still lying on his thigh, not facing him.
And then Dennis kissed him. Kissed his hard-on. Robby grabbed the back of Dennis's hair roughly, yanking him off. Dennis gasped and let Robby pull him around. Robby tilted Dennis's head so they made eye contact. Dennis's eyes were glazed over, and his mouth was slightly open, spit coating his bottom lip. Robby pushed his thumb into the open mouth, and Dennis sucked on it, holding Robby's wrist and bobbing his head up and down.
"Jesus…" Robby groaned at Dennis's show. Dennis's unoccupied hand played with Robby's belt buckle. Robby undid it for him and pushed his thumb as far as it would go in Dennis's mouth. Dennis fumbled with the overworked zipper of Robby's pants.
"Are you sure?"
"I have to, I got you like this." That was all Dennis said before grabbing Robby's dick, still covered by his boxers. Robby had two choices now. He could do what he knows he should do: he should tell Dennis he doesn't have to do anything, that he doesn't owe Robby a favor, and Robby is a grown man who can handle it himself. But he doesn't tell Dennis that. He lets Dennis grope him and lick the thumb in front of his mouth.
Dennis looked unsure of himself as he stroked Robby over his underwear. He laid his head back down on Robby's thigh, pressing his face against Robby's dick. He fucking smelled it, breathing deeply and rubbing his nose over where Robby's balls would be.
"You are fucking crazy." Robby cursed, his hand moving to hold the back of Dennis's head. His short hair was dirty, and Robby could feel it. Dennis kissed his tip again, experimentally licking in short laps, with just the tip of his tongue. He squeezed Robby's dick again and precum oozed at the tip, contrasting against his dark blue boxers. Dennis rubbed his nose against it, and Robby realized Dennis was humping his socked foot. Robby pressed down on Dennis's groin with his foot, and Dennis panted against him. Dennis's hips moved in tandem with Robby's foot, and he mouthed at Robby. Robby finally took his dick out, and Dennis paused his movements to look up at Robby. Robby wrapped a hand around himself, and Dennis watched in awe. Robby used his foot to tug at the front of Dennis's pants, and Dennis didn't get the memo, entirely focused on Robby's dick.
"You ever seen another man's cock?" Robby heard himself speak without consciously deciding to. His gruff voice and choice of words made him sound like a pervert, which he was, but he tried to not think about it too much.
"No," Dennis breathed against him. He kept watching Robby jerk himself off as his mouth hung open and he panted against Robby's hand, absentmindedly humping his foot to get himself off.
Dennis didn't last much longer, and he clutched Robby's thigh as he came. He licked Robby's hand and made eye contact with him. It was enough for Robby to spill over his hand and let out a low groan. Robby milked his cock until he was overstimulated, and then he presented the dirty hand to Dennis. Dennis licked him clean; he cringed at the taste, but he kept going even once there was no more left, tasting the back of Robby's salty palm. Robby had to eventually pull his hand back. He ruffled Dennis's hair, and Dennis nuzzled against his soft cock. Robby tucked himself back away before Dennis could try a third round, only god knows how many Dennis could handle. He fell asleep against Robby's thigh easily, faintly snoring. Robby fell asleep shortly after, his mind quiet for the first time in years.