I knew who it was well before I saw him. The loud music and purring roar of the engine, along with the soul-shaking vibrations in the air from the stereo told me everything I needed to know.
"Oh, fuck," I muttered under my breath.
Sitting in his shiny black sports car with the top down and his stylish sunglasses on, Robbie was the entire rich handsome stud he knew he was. He stopped behind my economical faded blue car. He pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head and leaned out to speak to me.
"Hey, Kent! Dude, I have completely lost all my notes. I obliterated my tablet, lost everything. I noticed you were making hardcopies in your thing...actually writing stuff down in your...whatever you call it."
"My notebook..."
"Uhm, yeah, whatever. Anyway, I was wondering if I could maybe get a copy of them."
"No problem. We could go and make you a copy inside the admin building..."
"Well...hmmm, actually I have an appointment," he said, flashing me his knee-weakening white smile. "Could you possibly drop them off later? I'm staying at Anthony and Jamie's apartment. They've gone off on a 'baseball thing' for the weekend," he said, making air-quotes with his fingers. Anthony was freaking out because there had been a couple robberies in the complex...so I'm apartment sitting for them. I'm just glad to get out from under my parents."
"Okay, Robbie, I'll drop them by tomorrow, after lunch."
"Okay, great!" he said, dropping his sunglasses over his eyes. He grabbed a pen and scribbled the address. He handed the paper to me and waved a finger in the air as he zoomed off through the parking lot and onto the highway.
I'll admit that I obsessively have the hots for Anthony. I've lusted after his thick hairy muscular body and big fat dick day and night. Having a big young muscle daddy like Anthony fuck me was like the best sex I had ever had. Anthony was the stereotypical hairy masculine muscular country dude whom I'd seen my whole life living out here in the rural South. But Robbie was more worldly, decadent, and so fucking beautiful. He was so different...so handsome...as to be almost forbidden.
Robbie was the same height as Anthony and Jamie, but he had a completely different build. Robbie has long lean muscles. He had a very definite v-shape with broad shoulders tapering down to a tight hard waist, his cumgutters so defined you could practically see them under his tight designer shirts.
His highlighted brown hair fell to his shoulders; a shoulder shield tattoo displayed a family coat of arms. A t-bone-shaped patch of hair connected his nips and ran in trail over his defined abs toward his crotch. His body had a year-around dark golden complexion that made his bright green eyes sparkle with gold. He was as handsome as any male model in any magazine.
It didn't hurt his family was one of the richest in this part of the state. As an only child, he got everything he ever wanted. He was educated in private schools, ending up at a fancy private college which his father had also attended. He only lasted a semester due to being kicked out because of some scandal, and had come back to live with his parents. His father made him promise to go to the local community college on threat of being completely cut off. It turned out that Robbie enjoyed being a big fish in a small pond.
Since Robbie's father had single-handedly paid for the new baseball park, it wasn't a surprise to see Robbie make the college team without much effort. It also wasn't a surprise when Robbie started appearing in all the baseball team's posters and other printed materials. I doubt he ever actually played, or even went to practices. But, it didn't matter.
Saturday, I got to the apartment and rang the doorbell. Robbie answered the door wearing only a towel. He showed me in as he ran a hand through his long damp hair.
"Hey, give me a minute. I just got out of the shower a second ago," he said, walking into the hallway. He stopped and looked back. "Make yourself at home," he said, flashing me a shining smile.
All I wanted to do was run my fingers around and through the muscular indentions on his hips and abdomen.
I heard the hair dryer going as I pulled out the copy of the class notes out of my book bag. I sat them on the coffee table which was almost full of beer bottles and baseballs. I looked around the room. Caps hung on every chair, and take-out boxes were on every surface. The room was dominated by a giant television to which dozens of wires fed; multiple game consoles sat in a wooden cabinet beneath it. The walls were all empty and white, except for a few baseball posters.
Robbie came in, still only wearing a towel, rubbing together his hands which shined with some kind of oil. He ran his hands through his hair, and then wiping them off on the edge of the towel. He flopped on the couch near me, grabbing at the notes on the table. He laid them on the couch cushion and stretched over to a small end table to grab his phone. His towel opened up a bit revealing most of his long muscular thigh.
"Sorry, but I think I missed a message. I...uhm...need to like check," he explained. "I've got to be home for an event Sunday...uhm, tomorrow, and, uhm, Ant was going to let me know when they were getting back."
I really wasn't listening. I was busy looking at the hem of his towel shifting, almost revealing his crotch as he sat back on the couch.
"So, Anthony and Jamie are big buddies again?" I asked as I drank in the sight of his beautiful hard body.
"What?" He stopped tapping at his phone.
"Anthony had said they had issues because of Megan."
Robbie laughed and looked up from his phone.
"Those freaks...and I'm including that bitch, Megan...they are in some fucked up polyamorous situation with her...or whatever you wanna call it...fuck, I just don't know about them. Ant and Jam fight, while one or the other fucks Megan...then they'll all do a big threeway. Give them a day or two, there's someone else getting pissed. It's always fight or fuck with those three. Not to mention all the other folks they're all three fucking around with on the side from one time to the next."
I twisted a bit in my seat and couldn't find a spot for my book bag on my lap. "Oh, yeah...I bet," I muttered, knowing I was one of those 'other folks'.
"Such drama with those three. I've told them to just drop her like a rock," Robbie said, putting down his phone and picking up the notes. He turned to me with a smile. "But, hey, I can't really complain, you know...I get a taste every now and then of crazy myself." He winked at me. "I sure appreciate this, man." He flipped through the notes and then placed them back on the crowded coffee table.
