This is a fictional story. It is based on the few experiences and many fantasies of the author. If you are really into graphic sex, it may not satisfy your purpose for coming here. If you like to hear of real love and real teen angst, with a little sex thrown in, you are in the right place. There may be some amount of graphic sex between males. If this is objectionable to you, or you are legally too young to be here, you are cordially invited to press your back button.
Characters: Denny (Dennis Andrew Miggs), 20
Garth Roth, 22
Randy Small, 24
Bob, Denny's Brother 3 years older
Gail, Bob's wife
Jack, Denny's oldest brother, 9 years older
Jack's son's, Jacky, Bobby and DennyToo
Denny's dad, James
Denny's mom, Carol
Ray, Denny's dad's Deputy D.A. friend
Randy's mom and step dad, who shall remain nameless!
Roddy, Flight Attendant
Rollie, Garth's dad
Rob, Garth's cousin: (Robert E. Lee Balser)
Tad Newliegh, the new roomie
Jacob Smith, Rob's "Landlord"
Linda Smith, Jacob's wife
Chris & Craig, partners, Rob's roomies.
Seth, Chris's Brother
Luke, Seth's partner.
Etta, The Smith's housekeeper
From Chapter 18:
"Denny, I have to ask you this." He said, looking deeply into my eyes. "I know we have not known each other long, but -- do you think you are ready to commit to me -- for an exclusive relationship?"
I was speechless. Then my voice came to me. "I -- uh -- are you -- ah -- asking my to -- uh -- go with you?"
"I guess I am, aren't I?" He smiled at the thought.
"Wow!" I said. "I just don't know what to say!"
He looked a little frustrated. I hated myself for saying that. He gave me another chance. "Well -- (SIGH!) if you did know what to say -- what would you say?"
"I think I'd say, YESSSSSS!"
He relaxed on his side beside me and put his han d on the back of my head and pulled me into another very passionate kiss. I started to say something. "SHhhh!" he said, as he gently grabbed my woody and started to pump it. He kept my gaze the whole time. I started to whimper when my time came. "It's okay -- the walls have been sound-proofed. Let it go!" he said.
I started to moan louder and then a high pitched yell, as I got off in the most powerful orgasm I could ever remember. Never once did I take my eyes from his. When it was finished, I grabbed his and started to wank. He protested. I said, "That's not fair!"
"But you've already finished. And I KNOW you don't feel like doing this."
"Rob -- this is like a sealing to our -- agreement. K?"
"You're right." He said. I pumped him to a very huge completion. Apparently size also translated into more -- well, much more -- jizzum. When it was finished, I brought my wet, frothy hand up to my face and smelled it. Then I started to lick it off. As I did this, tears started streaming from his eyes. They weren't tears of remorse -- they were tears of gratitude and love. I sensed that Rob had risen to a higher plane.
"Good morning, Denny." He said almost gravely. I l -- l -- love you -- I think." Then my eyes started flowing over. We hugged again, our slippery bodies caressing each other. We then grabbed towels and headed for the shower.
Notes: As many of you know, Rob has been very special to me. I won't spoil this sweet ending (to the chapter!) with any more, except as always, Please write if you feel inspired to. Put "Denny" in the subject line. Thanks, and Love! Steve s4d@hotmail.com
Chapter 19
Rather than a hot shower, I preferred a cool one this morning. I felt so warm and complete -- more than I knew was possible. I felt almost guilty, I felt so good. Was anyone allowed to feel this good? Rob came over to bathe me. "Ooo -- ah! Eeek!" He exclaimed! "That's cold water!" he said as he handed me the soaped up cloth.
"I am just so warm, I needed to cool off." I answered.
"Warm?" Rob said. "You were HOT!" He stepped a little closer and turned off my shower. He shivered as he surrounded my cool body with his. He looked down into my eyes and looked like he was going to kiss me again. I was ready. Then he said, "Denny, I want to tell you something."
He all of a sudden looked very serious. "What is it, Rob?" I asked, almost afraid of the answer.
"You -- are -- um -- well, very young. A guy does a lot of maturing between 20 and 25." I didn't say anything, but he saw the worry in my eyes. "Hey, it's exactly that quality -- your youth -- that draws me to you so much. I don't EVEN feel like I'm almost 25! I just want to tell you that -- I feel like I am about ready to settle down. I don't know if you feel this way. And if you don't -- it's all right. I guess what I was asking you earlier was this: I am willing to take the risk of losing you -- because of your youth and because you may change your mind." I was already shaking my head. "Don't discount what I'm saying, Denny. I LOVE you -- so much it hurts me the even think in these terms -- and yet I know I have to. What I am telling you is -- I also love you enough to let you go -- if you someday decide this is not what you want. I know I really would not have a choice anyway, if you decided to go -- but I want you to know how much I love you. So much that I am willing to risk being hurt deeply if you leave.
"Well -- as far as I am concerned -- I'm never leaving, Rob. What? You think I will someday become insane? That's what it would take!"
He then kissed me deeply and turned the water back on again -- cool -- and proceeded to bathe me under the cold water, smiling and shivering at me at the same time. Then I turned off my shower, pushed him into his own. I was sufficiently cool by now -- and I thoroughly washed him off. All rinsed, he swept me up in his giant arms like I was no heavier than a teddy bear, and carried me out.
As we were going out, Seth and Blue-haired Luke came in from their room, holding hands. "You are one lucky boy!" Seth said to me, shaking his head, as the door was closing.
Okay, Luke's hair is not actually blue, but it is black like Superman's, and it appears blue in most light.
Rob carried me to the bed and gently lay me down on it. Then he climbed on top of me. "You know something?" He said. "You complete me. I mean, before I met you, even though I didn't realize it at the time -- I was incomplete. I feel full now -- complete."
I was sufficiently cool enough by now that his warm body felt sooooooo good on top of me! I could feel he was starting to get hard again.
"I feel like a teenager still," Rob started, "But this" he squeezed my throbbing hardness, "this reminds me that I am getting older."
"Oh give me a BREAK!" I said to him. "You are every bit as virile as I am, and you know it!"
"Hey, regardless of how I feel, I'm no teenager -- I'm 25! You're just barely out of your teens, and this" he squeezed it again! "is a reminder to me. You have been hard as a steel rod since about two minutes after your blew your load before our shower!"
"Rob, your overreacting!" I protested.
"I don't think so. I may be a bit paranoid, but someday -- maybe someday soon -- if things go like I hope they will -- we WILL make love -- I mean the real stuff!" When he said that, an electric shock bolted down to my dick! "And our age difference WILL be a factor. You will want it more often than I will."
"I think you're being over-dramatic." I said. He ignored it.
"The saving grace -- for me -- will be that you will be studying a lot."
"Do we have to talk about this now?" I asked. I could feel my duck starting to soften.
"Nope!" He said. He jumped off me, and went to his drawer and pulled out some clothes, and started putting them on. I just lay there and watched. I felt somehow suddenly less full than I felt earlier. I watched as he shrugged on his tee shirt over the smooth, but rippled muscles of his upper torso. His arms fully filled out the sleeves. The shirt hung loosley around his slim waist and rigid six pack. He got out a clean pair of his tighty-whities, and pulled them over his superbly toned legs, and up around his tee shirt hem. He tucked that and his ample package into the underwear. He towered over me.
He smiled down at me. "What?" he said.
"No way!" I replied.
"What?!!" he repeated.
"There's no way I will ever be as in shape as you are!"
"I know!" He said, matter-of-factly. My mouth dropped open. "I don't love you for your body. I don't love you for your face, although I'm sure many do -- it's about the most perfect face I've ever seen! I don't expect you to try to compete with me in this area." He doubled both fists and pounded his abs. "For me it's easy. I just like to work out. It's not for everyone. Denny -- I was not talking about physique. Jack La Lanne has a great physique, even at his age. I'm talking about teen sex drive. You still have it."
"Oh." Was all I could answer.
"Listen, I came up here primarily to see my friends. Bringing you with me was a definite plus. I wanted you to meet my friends. I think even more than that, I wanted them to meet you! Don't look at me like that! I'm not perfect! I am proud of you! I admit it. Anyway, I'm so happy that you could come with me! But I will be concentrating my efforts on them. Can you live with that?"
"I can!" I heard myself say. I knew it before he said it, but it still disappointed me. I added, "As long as I get you all to myself in here, after we say good night to the rest."
"I promise you, you will fall in love with this family. And by `this family' I mean the Smiths and all my brothers up here."
"I'm not so sure about Cath -- er -- what's her name?"
"Carrie? She's okay. She's more than okay. She kind of got burned by me!"
"What?!!"
"Up until a couple months ago -- we were engaged!"
"What?!!" I repeated.
"Yup! She tried every trick in the book to get me in the sack. I think she was actually the first to realize -- even before I did -- that I am gay! I was a real hold-out!"
"Hold-out?"
"You know what I'm talking about. All your young life, you have known -- on some level -- that you are attracted to guys. Me too. We just would not admit it to ourselves."
"Actually I knew it early on. I just never did anything with it -- other than fooling around when I was little -- until UCLA -- and Garth." A pain shot through me as I said his name.
"Still hurts, doesn't it." It wasn't a question. "I know -- for me too." Hey get dressed, Etta will not be pleased if we are late for breakfast."
"Does she do all the cooking?"
"When company comes. And this weekend -- I'm company -- and so are you!"
We met all the others down in the big house kitchen. Breakfast was actually served in the dining room, but the kitchen seemed to be the gathering place. I could tell that Etta liked it that way. It was nice to see everyone in the light of day, refreshed from a nights sleep. I could see a few lines around Luke's eyes -- smile lines -- which made him look a little older than I thought last night. I didn't remember Seth looking so drawn. He looked like a little boy still, but -- like there was something amiss. He really didn't look well. I wondered why.
Both Chris and Craig looked like magnificent specimens. I kept getting them mixed up. They looked almost like brothers. In the better light, there was a pretty prominent scar over and through one of Craig's eyebrows.
Then it hit me. Were they scrutinizing me as much as I was them? Probably more. I was "stealing" away their Rob. I felt it too. Carrie was every bit as caustic as she was last night. But Rob seemed to like her. I guess I'll have to try harder.
"Rob?" Aunt Lindy said. "Can you come back the last week of August? Jake and Colin will be here, with the children. Their last visit was not exactly a pleasure trip, with Bobby's family funeral. And Speaking of Bobby, he will be invited to whatever we do, too. And I suppose we should invite his brother-in-law and maybe his friend. Larry, is it? And of course we want you to come too, dear." She said looking at me.
"Bobby's brother-in-law is Lawrence. They call him Rennie." Rob said. "His friend is Lenny."
I giggled. I could feel my ears and face warm up, as every eye turned to me. "I -- uh -- well that will be -- funny in a way. Lenny, Rennie, and Denny -- all in the same room!"
Damn! Why do I have to say such stoooopud things!
I looked from face to face, as one by one they cracked. Then everyone was guffawing and chuckling. I think I forgot to breath for a moment, as I let out an expansive exhale. Okay, I know that sounds like an oxymoron, but that's what it felt like. As the air blew out of my lungs, I seemed to be filled with something else. Acceptance -- love? I don't know, but I do know it was good -- it was positive -- and it felt great!
Later on, as Rob and I were walking on the beach, I asked Rob about Jake and Colin. "Aunt Lindy mentioned `the children'. Whose children?"
"Uri and Ursula were in an orphanage in the Ukraine. They were adopted by Jake and Colin. They are two of the most beautiful children you ever saw."
"Wow! Adopted huh? I didn't know that was even legal."
"It's not everywhere. But that's changing. It was an issue for even Jake and Colin."
"An issue?"
"Well, yeah. Everyone knows -- well everyone who is being honest -- that children deserve every chance to be in the most positive circumstances."
"Yeah?"
"Well, the "most" optimum circumstances are a normal family with a mom and a dad." He said. "AS opposed to a single -- or two moms or two dads!"
"I don't know why - - "
"A boy needs a dad as a pattern for his masculinity, and a mom, so he can learn to relate to women. Lets face it -- most people are not gay! And the children that have grown up in gay relationships don't necessarily turn out gay. But if they don't have a dad, for example, it can skew their whole view of the world. Same goes if there is no mom there."
I was trying to digest this concept as fast as I could. It made sense as he was explaining it. "But why - - "
"Jake and Colin are married."
"That's illegal!" I protested.
"Not in Vermont -- where they live. And as far as the kids are concerned, they are much better off with Jake and Colin than they were at the orphanage! I said the `optimum' family. You know many families that HAVE a mom and a dad that are far from optimum! But if possible, there is an optimum. All things being equal, and all, but - - - all things are NOT equal. And because of that, where there is a committed gay relationship, there will always be children who will be better off with them than in some orphanage or even with a mom and dad who are alcoholics or worse."
"I see." There was a long pause as we both were in our own heads -- our own thoughts. Chris and Craig ran by us, slapping our butts and laughing. What about them -- are they married?"
"Not legally -- but yes. They exchanged vows in a church in Palos Verdes a little over a year ago."
"Do they want children?"
"I haven't heard them say anything. That's kind of a personal decision -- between two people."
"Yeah." We walked for another five minutes. We got back to the `Vette and after we were in, buckled up and he had started the engine, I asked, "Rob?"
"Yeah?"
"Do -- um -- are you -- I mean - "
"Do I want children?"
"Yeah -- do you?"
"This is the reason I was a hold-out for so long. I do want kids, but - - I too have a hard time justifying it. Seeing Jake and Colin has had its effect on me. You?"
"I've never imagined a life without them."
"Me neither."
The weekend went too fast! Before I knew it, I was back in my daily routine with Randy and Tad. Except I saw Rob at least once during the week, and then most of the weekends. Then school was out, and I was back at home. I got a job working roofing with my dad's friend. It was hard work -- and hot! Working 10 hour days in the sun, carrying shingles and shakes up onto roofs when they weren't delivered there. I got quite a sun tan, and my biceps firmed up nicely. Rob loved that, and encouraged and inspired me to do some situps. By the beginning of August, I liked looking in the mirror -- liked it a lot!
The week before we were supposed to go back to Santa Barbara to meet Jake, Colin, the kids, as well as Bobby, Lenny and Rennie, we were sitting in the `Vette, overlooking the Huntington cliffs. Rob and I just grew closer and closer. Rob said, "Denny, have you thought much about going back to school?"
"Well, yeah. I'm going!" I didn't know what he was getting at.
"Where -- uh -- where are you staying?"
"I assume at the same dorm -- with Randy and Tad."
"Are they still together?" He asked.
"Amazingly -- yes."
"Why amazingly?"
"The have so many hurdles. There's their difference in age." Rob looked disturbed when I said that. "But Rob, it's different for them. Tad is sooooooo immature! But really Randy is too. That's really the problem. They both came from such sucky families. As you know, Randy stays at my parents house, so I saw them a lot. They fight continually. I don't know why they stay together."
"Probably that very thing. They have such a similar background." Rob said.
"I suppose."
"Anyway - - - I was wondering," he started again, "what you would think about coming to stay with me."
"Wow!" I said. "I don't know."
"It's not that much of a commute. I'd give you your space. We can turn my second bedroom into a study. It is for me anyway. But we can move your computer and all your stuff in there. We can network it with mine -- just for some fun and games. I think you'd get more studying -- and better studying -- done there."
"Wow!" I felt overwhelmed. I'd spent many nights there with Rob. But to not "go home" when the "stay" was over? My mind was reeling. I was convinced by now that I really loved this guy -- a lot! But to move in with him? I looked at him. I felt like shit, as his excited, expectant look turned to worry and then to disappointment.
Notes: Cliff hanger? Sorry. This is where this story ends. NOT!!! Do my stories ever really end? NOT! But I love Rob so much, that I want to tell the story from his viewpoint from here. I promise that the story will continue. Already posted is the first chapter of, "Rob", also in the College section. You'll have to read about his beginnings, and then we will pick this story back up where it left off.
Comments can be sent to Steve at s4d@hotmail.com Love, Steve