Rob

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:

Robert E. Lee Balser

Denny (Dennis Andrew Miggs), 20

Robert F. Balser, Rob's dad

Donna Balser, Rob's mom.

Roger, Rob's attorney

Nana, The Balser's housekeeper

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

Emma, Rob's boss.

Jack's son's, Jacky, Bobby and DennyToo

James Miggs, Denny's dad

Carol Miggs, Denny's mom,

Ray, Denny's dad's Deputy D.A. friend

Tad Newliegh, the new roomie

Jacob Smith, Rob's former "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

Donny, Works with Rob

Timothy -- Donny's brother

From Chapter 12:

"Wha -- at? Hey! You -- hey! Hee hee! You got one! Haha! When can I get mine? Oh! Your ring! Where's -- do you have mine, or do I have to get it from the store?"

He was so excited! I was instantly glad I did it! If we decided in a year or two -- or sooner -- that we didn't want them, we could just take them out and the hole would heal over. I removed the ring from my pocket and slipped it on to his hand. I was already near the floor, so I fell on to my knees and said, "Will you spend the rest of your life with me? Will you marry me, and be my lover forever?"

Tears sprang from his eyes -- and from mine -- as he took my hand and lifted me up. "Just try to drive me away!" He said and he embraced me tenderly and we kissed for a long time. "I love you so much, Robbie! And you have shown me that you love me too. I am feeling so full -- of love!"

I was speechless. I just nodded. When I got my voice, I said, "Shall we go get your stud now? I want everyone to know that you belong to me!"

Chapter 13

We couldn't get Denny's ear stud until Monday afternoon. Well, I have to tell you -- when I came in to work Monday morning, I was the buzz of the office. The boss, Emma, walked by several times but she didn't comment on the ear stud. Finally she stopped and said, "Is that a new ring?"

"Y-y-yes," I stammered, not sure if she was referring to my ear or my finger. Then I noticed her looking at my hand.

"Nice! And does this match the one your partner has?" She asked. Looking at my ear.

My sexual preference was never discussed before, so I was a little embarrassed. I didn't know until the jewelry store that this was a fad. But apparently it was no secret.

"Y-y-yes." I said, not sure whether to be pleased or embarrassed. I was both.

"Very nice. Are you bringing him to the company Christmas party?"

"Are we allowed to call it that?" I asked.

"Oops! Holiday party. I forget that one easily!"

"Me too! But we don't want to offend anyone, do we?"

"No! WE don't!" Both Emma and I turned around. Donny was sneering at me -- and staring -- at my ear stud. He abruptly turned his back and shook his head.

Emma whispered, "I'll take care of that!"

"I whispered back, "You don't have to - "

"Yes, I do. He has been getting rather tiresome in his attitude!"

She walked away and I sat down, and I couldn't see them over the cubicle wall. But I heard harsh whispers. As I left in the afternoon, Donny was glaring at me. Denny was waiting again in the car. "That guy gives me the creeps!"

Denny said.

"Yeah, he was pretty surly all day. He doesn't like my ear stud."

"Well, that may be true, but he likes your butt!"

"Nuh --uh!" I said. "He glared at me all the way to the door, daring me to say something."

"Yeah, I saw that. But as soon as your back was turned, his eyes flew down to your butt, and I was sure any minute his tongue would come falling out!"

"You're full of it!" I said. "Drive to the store. I think you're projecting your own feelings on to him! I know YOU like my butt!" He giggled and put it into drive and off we went to get him pierced.

When we pulled up to the store, we parked right in front. The same sales girl was watching us all the way in. As we were walking thru the door, she remarked, "My God, you two make a striking pair!"

"Thanks!" I said, blushing. Yeah -- Denny was too! "Are you ready to torture my friend?" She laughed, then I said to Denny, "She'll tell you it doesn't hurt. Don't believe it!"

So all set up like that, as she squeezed down on the machine, Denny made a big grimace. SNAP! His face relaxed.

"Is that it?" He said, smiling. She laughed and cleaned it with an alcohol swab and then put the backing on.

"Some people are bigger sissies than others!" She teased. Then she looked at me and said, "As long as I have this out, - wanna get anything else pierced?" She took a step closer to me. I quickly stepped back and Denny laughed.

"Did I tell you that for getting the combo sets, you get a free portrait?"

"No!" Denny said. "Where?"

"Next door. Just take them this coupon. They'll take several shots and show them to you before you leave."

Denny looked at me and grinned. "This can be our engagement picture!" We went outside and he jumped into the car.

"Aren't we going into the studio?" I asked

"Don't you wanna get dressed better for a portrait?"

"Why? It can be casual." I said.

"But I -- okay." He said, disappointed.

"What?" I pressed.

"I -- I love you so much. I was so blown away that you got the stud! I don't wanna push you into something else you don't want."

"No -- tell me what you want -- it's not that big a deal."

He pointed at the poster over the counter, of the two guys with rings and matching ear studs. "I was hoping maybe one of our poses could be like that!"

"Oh! Okay! That'd be fun!"

"Really?!!" Denny said. "You're not just placating me -- like you did with the piercing?"

"Well - " I said, "I'll expect something in return."

"You KNOW I will do ANYTHING you want!" he said. "If I can afford it!"

"Oh, YOU don't have to do anything. I wanna do some piercing of my own. All you have to do is lay there!

"OOO, yeah! I wanna be pierced by you!"

"Listen, I see they have some clothes in there to wear. Wanna see if anything fits?" I said.

"Well, I'm sure something will fit me -- I don't know about you!" He said.

"Lets go see -- it'll save us a trip." I answered.

When we walked in, we were met by a very fem looking guy. "Hellewww! I'm Timothy. How may I help you boys?" He oozed. I handed him the coupon. "Oh yes! Which one of you wants to be photographed?" He asked in a very fake English accent.

"Both of us." I said as evenly as I could.

"Oh! Well we - "

"Listen, do you think you have any formal that will fit me?"

"Oooo yes! You ARE big, aren't you!?" He was making me uncomfortable. "But -- hee hee, size doesn't matter here! Hee hee!" He swished his way to the back of the store. Denny looked at me and snickered. The guy came back with 2 black tux's. "These will do for the portrait!" He was right. We got all dressed up and Denny said,

"Have you seen the poster in the back of the jewelry store next door?"

"Yes! I like that one!"

"That's what we want."

"Of COURSE you do! You can send them out as announcements!"

"Huh?" I said.

"I saw you two when you first came into the shop over there!" he exulted. "And you can put one on your desk at work, too! If you have a desk!"

"Oh, I do." I said.

"Where do you work?"

"Old Gravenstine Title Company."

"Here in Santa Barbara?" He said excitedly.

"Yes." I answered.

"Reeeeealy?" He was almost running over! "My brother works there! I KNOW you know him! He's the biggest

homophobe I know!"

"Is his name Donny?"

"YESSS!" He said. "Are you -- he's spoken about you -- thought you were gay. There can't be two guys that tall there!"

"Well, he knows I'm gay now!"

"How does he treat you?" He asked.

"With disdain." I smiled.

"He's not so bad once you get - "

"I don't think I want to - "

" -- once you get him drunk!" He giggled.

"I'll pass!" I said.

"Do you want it in color or black and white -- like the poster?"

"Can you colorize the stones -- like the poster?" Denny asked.

"Oh, that's right! You are a coupon deal. Actually B&W is extra -- and also an extra charge for colorizing the stones."

"Oh." Donny said, subdued.

"Let's go for it!" I said. "We're only going to do this once!" I was sure Denny was going to climb on top of me right then and there! The photo guy was beaming. So was Denny!

"That's a nice picture of you and your friend!" Donny said, looking at the newly framed portrait on my desk. "He must be a very `GOOD' friend!" Three weeks had passed since we had the portrait taken. He was behind me. I could hear the sneer in his voice.

Very evenly, I responded. "Yes he is. This is our engagement picture. I'm glad you like it!"

"PFFFFT!" was all he said. I turned and looked at him. He was beet red. Not embarrassed red. Angry red! He was standing over me like he thought he was my judge.

I stood up. I have never been this close to him. He looked smaller from this angle. He stepped back about six inches. He actually smelled kind of nice. "Hey, thanks for stopping by, Donny! And thanks for your compliment."

"Compliment?" He said. This time it was not so much of a sneer as it was just something to say, as he backed out of my cubicle.

"On my engagement picture!" I said, flashing him my biggest and sincerest smile.

Truly, I don't believe that I should rub peoples' noses in my business. But some people get their noses too close!

Later on -- enough later that it didn't look suspicious -- Emma called me into her office. "I saw you and Donny `chatting' this morning. It looked for a moment that it might get ugly. Is everything okay, Rob? Do you need me to intervene?"

"Naw. I think he may have come over to intimidate me, but he used all the right language, so it was not -- well, I don't think there is any call for intervention."

"Well -- okay. But Rob, if there is any problem, I want to check it early. I like you -- and -- believe it or not -- I like Donny! He's an excellent employee."

What I was thinking was, "Does an excellent employee try to intimidate another employee?" But what I said was,

"I'll let you know. Actually if anything, I think he was the one who left intimidated. But if anything happens I'll let you know."

"Okay, Rob. I'm depending on you. And I'm pleased. Many men would have made a mess of that."

"Thanks. And thanks for -- for -- well, for being concerned."

"That's my job!" She said smiling. As I walked out of her office, several people were staring -- one in particular was glaring. I smiled back at him. I subdued my urge to wink!

" - - - so do you think he will cause you any trouble?" Denny said.

"Heh! Well, unfortunately for him, I think it is I who am causing trouble for him. Even though it's not official, I think he is on probation. Emma is keeping a close eye on him."

"Good. I got a call from my mom this morning. She wants us to come for Thanksgiving." Denny said.

"Oh."

"What?"

"I dunno." I said, trying not to sound too disappointed. "I guess I was just assuming we'd go to my parents for Thanksgiving."

"Oh. Well, I didn't tell her anything for sure. We can go to - "

"No -- it probably would be better -- if we are welcome at your parents -- to go there. Besides, I haven't heard from my mom yet. It's only two weeks away, so - - "

"But - - doesn't she just kind of expect you'll be there?"

"Maybe. And Denny -- no one knows more than you do how much I love my parents. But maybe it's time for them to -- well -- NOT expect me."

"So I should call my mom back and - "

<RINNGG!> "Hello?" Denny was closest to the phone. "Just a moment." He handed me the phone, grinning. He whispered, "It's your mom!"

"Well," I whispered back, "It's now or never!" I spoke into the phone, "Hi mom!"

"Rob, dear, I wanted to ask your advice on something."

My advice? "Oh! What is it, Mom?"

"I was making plans for Thanksgiving." She said. (Here it comes!) "Rob, do you think if I asked the Miggs here for Thanksgiving dinner, they would come?"

"Oh!" I answered. She caught me off guard. "Uh -- just - - well, can I call you back?"

"Sure, honey!"

"I won't be long." I said and hung up. Looking at Denny, I said, "She wants to ask your parents for Thanksgiving dinner! What do you think?"

"I'd say perfect, if they'll go." Denny answered. "It would save us having to drive all over orange county to see both of our parents!"

"Heh! I see being married comes with its own set of problems!" I said.

"I bet we don't even want to imagine them all!"

"I'll call Mom back."

"Hi mom. Actually Denny's mom already invited us. But it's worth a try. Maybe you could -- well, I don't know -- just keep that in mind when you call her."

"Okay honey. I'll take care of it. Love you baby!"

"Love you too, Mom! Bye." I turned back to Denny. "Shall we hold our breath?"

Within 15 minutes, Denny's mom called and confirmed that they would see us at my parents' house.

"Yeah, Mom? Yes, but -- okay but - " Denny was hedging with his mom. "Mom -- we'll discuss Christmas plans at the Balsers' in two weeks - - k? Bye mom. Me too -- bye."

"Trying to nail down Christmas already huh?" I said.

"Yeah. I have my own ideas about that."

"Yeah? What?" I asked.

"I'd like to go to my parents for Christmas Eve, and then to yours Christmas day." He said.

"Oh." I said. "Any special reason?"

"Not really. I just have been thinking of it that way. My parents always make a bigger deal over Christmas Eve, anyway, so - "

"And my mom makes Christmas day a huge affair! But I had MY own ideas about it, too."

"What's that?"

"Well, I've spent the last two Christmases with the Smiths -- on Christmas Eve, then came home for Christmas day. I don't want to miss seeing Jake and Colin. And I always buy something nice for all of them. That's what it's all about for me."

"Oh. I see. Okay."

"What's Wrong, baby?" I crooned.

"It's -- well -- nothing really -- I just -- Robby, I don't have any way to buy anyone anything."

"Denny -- we're a couple now. Everything will be from Rob and Denny!"

"But don't you see? I don't feel like I'm participating!"

(Sigh -- here we go again) "Does your mom work?" I asked.

"Yes -- why?" He asked.

"Well, mine doesn't! Did your mom work when you were growing up?"

"No. She was always there -- watching out for me, mostly. You knew that."

"And did she feel bad because it was always your dad's money that bought the presents?"

"No -- but - "

"No buts allowed. We are a couple. I work at a title company. That's my job. You go to a major university and have to maintain your grades. That's your job. Is your job easier than mine?"

"N -- I guess not."

"No -- it's much harder right now. Babe, What I make at the title company is sufficient for the two of us right now. Once it goes into the bank -- it's `our' money! Do you get that?"

"It's kinda hard."

I smiled. "It doesn't look hard." I said, looking below his belt.

He grinned. "Are you horny or what?" he asked.

"I never used to be this horny!" I replied. "It must be something in the air -- or maybe it's someone in my bed that does this to me!"

We made it an early night that night. Well, we didn't exactly get to sleep very early -- but we went to bed early and "something" kept us awake for hours.

Thanksgiving came and went with no major hassles. The next major event -- if it could be called that -- was my company "holiday" party. Everyone was pretty excited about it. But I was the new guy. This was my first. It was going to be at a local restaurant. The usual place they had it was closed for renovation. They had to get a new place at the last minute. That meant that the company party was just two weeks after Thanksgiving -- three weeks before Christmas. What they didn't know was -- this restaurant -- though not a gay establishment -- was heavily frequented by a gay clientele.

When Denny and I walked in, we were just going past the bar, when I felt a slap on the butt, and an all too familiar voice -- too loud -- said, "Hey -- there's my Robbeeeee!"

I turned and scowled at Gunt. Then we continued into the banquet room. We were almost the last to appear, so we had to sit in the only two seats left. The tables were arranged in rows, and directly across from me sat one of the secretaries, Annie. The seat next to her was empty -- but not for long! Within two minutes it was occupied by -- you guessed it -- Gunt! He stumbled in just before the food was to arrive.

"I see you've already met my foxy lady!" Gunt said loud enough to be heard in the next room. I grabbed Denny's hand and started to get up. "You don't have to leave, Robbeeee! It's okay, really! Annie needs to know that I swing both ways! God, we had some good times in our dorm room didn't we Robbeeee!?"

All the room was quiet by now as Gunt made a fool of himself and -- me! I looked around the room and locked eyes with Donny. He was grinning ear to ear! He nodded and tipped his glass to me, then laughed hysterically. He was pretty drunk too. Then I saw it. I all of a sudden felt icy cold. An evil grin passed between Donny and Gunt.

It was like slow motion. Donny got up and wobbled over to our table like a 9-month-old learning to walk. He grabbed several people on the way to steady himself. Then he bent down next to Gunt and said, "So you and Gunther here go way back huh? Hahahahahahaha!" Just then a security guard came in. Or maybe it was the bouncer.

"I'm gonna have to ask you to take your seat sir!" He said to Donny firmly. He was bigger than I am. Donny shook his head as if he were a dog shaking water off. He looked at the uniformed guard and wobbled his way back to his seat."

"Hahahahahahaha! Rob and Gunther - Hahahahahahaha!" he kept repeating. I never wanted to kill anyone before. Now all at once, I wished two were dead!

As they served dinner, Gunt and Donny kept leaving -- to refresh their drinks. But they remained quiet during the dinner and the awards and gift ceremonies. After dinner there were some "holiday songs" -- traditional non-religious Christmas carols sung. Then there was dance music. Denny and I pretty much kept to ourselves. Emma came up to us once and apologized for Donny. "Donny usually makes a spectacle of himself at this party. Sorry you were in the crossfire! But you might notice -- no one paid any attention to it."

I thanked her for coming over and she went back to her seat. I looked around and she was right! Every eye I met looked kindly or sympathetic. Except for Annie. She just shook her head, and mouthed "I'm so sorry!" to me. Just then Gunt and Donny came in from the bar -- together this time, arms over shoulders.

"How comes you and your little boy there aren't dancing, Robbeeee!?" Donny said.

"Yeah!" Gunt said. Let's show `em how!" He grabbed Donny -- at least half again his size -- and pulled him onto the dance floor. "Are we doin' this right, Robbeee?" I shook my head in disgust. "Oh. Maybe this is what you like!" He said, as he stood on his tiptoes and kissed Donny squarely on the mouth. Donny struggled to get away. Well at least he still had SOME shame.

"Aw geeeeee, Donneeee! Don't you love me any more!?" And Gunt wrapped his arms around Donny in almost a choke hold. He forced his lips on Donny's. Donny struggled to get away, then something seemed to snap in him and he was all over Gunt, kissing him with a passion that suggested he was like a kid with a new toy. And being drunk, I guess he forgot there were other people there. They were still kissing when the bouncer came over to them and grabbed them both by the arm and escorted them outside.

Now I have heard that the drunker one is, the better the girls look, but -- hmmmm. I had to take a good hard look at my perception of Gunt! He definitely didn't look like a girl! And I never thought much about his appearance back when he was my room mate. But I know Chris told me that he was actually attracted to Gunt at first.

The more I thought about it, the more I could see why. Gunt was a small guy, but if you could separate his nasty disposition and evil personna, he was pretty hot looking. I guess this is why poor Al got involved with him. I think she thought he was "cute". He could change his personality at the drop of a hat! He sure caused Chris and I a lot of misery.

But then, if he hadn't come into our lives, where would we be today? Craig would not have become our roommate. We wouldn't have transferred to UCSB. I probably would not have ever met Denny. So was our experience with Gunt -- in the end -- a good thing? Should I be thankful for him? Or - - just maybe - - we would have found each other anyway.

The next Monday Donny acted as if nothing happened. It was as if he didn't remember any of it. Well, I guess the memory can be selective, especially when one is drunk -- and when it is too traumatic to deal with. Of course no one said anything to him. But, after that party, he started treating me better. I looked for signs that he was being phony -- like Gunt -- but he seemed genuine.

Denny seemed to be more and more edgy, the closer it got to Christmas. Then one night -- a week after the party -- after he gave up on his studying and came to bed --

"Denny -- what's wrong?"

"Nothing."

I sat up, turned on the light, pulled him up, and repeated, "Something is bothering you, Babe. You can't hide that from me."

"I'm okay."

"Sigh! Well, I know you're not. Are you going to let whatever it is get between us? Is that what you want?"

His eyes filled. He smiled. "It's -- it's really -- stupid."

"So -- are we gonna let something really stupid make a wedge between us?"

He looked away -- down at his hands. "I just feel like I'm not participating in Christmas. I can't afford to buy any presents -- for my parents -- for my old roommates, Randy and Tad. For you!"

"Sigh! Are we going to rehash this again? Your job is going to school. Mine is at the title com - "

"I KNOW THAT!" he yelled, tears now spilling over. "I just need some money of my OWN!" He looked down again. "I think I want to get a job."

"Okay -- okay. Lets think about this a moment."

"No! You can't talk me out of it any more! Lots of guys go to college and have jobs!"

"Okay -- well -- here's an idea. And please keep an open mind about this. I feel very strongly about keeping you on task -- to your studies. Do you agree to the proposition that your schooling is a job?"

"Yeah, but - "

"Just one thing at a time! Do you agree with that? Yes or no?"

"Yes!" He said, frustrated.

"Then maybe you should be paid for it!"

"Wha -- at?"

"I will pay you to go to school!"

"Ridiculous!" He said. "It would be like you were my dad -- giving me an allowance!"

"Well, okay. Let's think about that for a minute." I said, trying to be as patient as I knew how. "My mom -- and your

mom -- they both had jobs while we were growing up."

"No, I told you my mom - "

" - stayed home and took care of you! Right? My mom did the same thing. That was their `job'. Did they get paid for their job?"

"No!"

"I know mine did." I reasoned. "Did your dad do all the shopping at your house?"

"No! My mom did it!"

"Oh!" I said, as if I was surprised. "And -- how did she pay for the groceries?"

"She Wrote a check -- or paid cash - - oh!"

"And -- where did the money come from -- the cash -- the checks?"

"Okay, I get where you're going with this. But that's different!"

"No -- it's not. Our mom's had a job -- motherhood! They -- or at least MY mom -- got an allowance to run the house with. How about I give you an allowance for going to school? Would you accept that?"

"I -- I -- don't know -- it seems -- weird."

"Okay. So it's weird. Does that make it wrong -- or any less of a good idea?" I got up and wrote an amount on a slip of paper and handed it to him. "How about this much each month. Would that work?"

He looked at the paper. "Too much. That's ridiculous! You can't even afford this much!"

"Yes I can! I have a LOT going into savings and retirement. But I can easily justify moving some of that to you! I'll consider you part of my retirement account. And in reality -- you are!"

"But I don't need THIS much! I - "

"Don't you want to ever take me out? Treat me to a surprise now and then? I'll put you in charge of entertainment in our relationship." His eyes were open wide in amazement. "And another thing. Since your job is so much more grueling than mine -- I claim the right to keep the house tidy and to do most of the dishes. Denny -- I make a very good salary. Can you imagine what it will be like if -- no, when -- both of us is making this much -- or more?"

"You -- you should be -- a lawyer! Okay, I can't argue with your logic. But I still feel funny about it."

"Good! Then part of your job is feeling funny about it! No, really! I like that you are so adamant about pulling your own weight. I LIKE that you are worried about taking advantage of me. I don't WANT you to take advantage of me. I expect you to handle your allowance wisely. Remember -- you're in charge of entertainment. And we -- you most especially -- need lots of diversion, to do our jobs well."

He looked at me, tears again running down his face. Then he grinned and he lunged at me and knocked me over with the ferocity of his passion. We scuffled on the bed, then fell to the floor, where he ended up on top of me. He started kissing me and humping me with all he had! I immediately sprung a boner! Haha! It stuck right up through the fly of my boxers! He felt it on his stomach and grabbed it and started to stroke it. Then he took it in his mouth, which was very wet and very warm.

I wanted to reciprocate, but under the circumstances, I knew he wanted to do this for me.

He stopped.

"What?" I said.

"Let's get on the bed!"

We moved back on the bed, and he resumed his "job". I felt that familiar build up of sensations that thrilled my body. I tingled all over and then I felt the pressure down deep in my testicles that signaled the imminent onset of a very huge orgasm. I could not stop my self. I grabbed his head and started thrusting down his throat. When I started to cum, I forced his head far down as it could go, and kept up the wild thrusting, even though I was buried as deep as I could get.

When I came to my senses, he was gasping on my stomach. I felt so bad! I know I hurt him! "I'm so sorry, my darling! I didn't - "

He sprang up to my mouth and kissed me with a passion that he had not shown up to that point. I could taste my own spunk in his kiss. It was getting to taste better each time. I swallowed what he gave me, and it felt warm going down. As he kissed me his body was involuntarily humping. I wanted to please him too, but I didn't want to take this -- gift he had given me -- away from him. Then it came to me.

"Denny -- I want you to -- to -- sigh -- I want you to f -- f -- fuck me!" I said. I was sexually spent, but I was pretty sure -- well I knew because I could feel it already -- that I would come back.

He looked from one eye to the other and back. "Are you sure? I don't want to - "

I knew what he was going to say. I ignored it, and acted like it was going another direction. "Does it have to be about what YOU want, Baby? I WANT you in me -- now!"

Denny looked at me with such love! He reached into the drawer and retrieved the K-Y. He put a generous amount on me and in me, then another large glob on himself. He was not huge, but he said, "Can you relax enough to let me get it in?"

"I -- I think so!" We were still rather new to this. When I had done him a few weeks earlier, I had softened him up with my fingers. HE knew that he would not hurt me with his smaller tool, so he just started to gently push. I closed my eyes and reasoned that I had pushed bigger loads out than he was pushing in. I pushed out and I felt it open at the same time I felt his head pop in. "Unh!" I said. It did hurt! "Okay, go slow Baby, slowly. Yeah, that's it. No -- no -- pull it out a little -- yeah. A little deeper this time. Yeah, okay, Babe. OH! Slower. Yeah -- that's it -- nice and easy. Oh yeah now that's better!" I felt his balls against the lower side, so I knew he was all the way in. "Okay, do it again, Babe. Yeah -- that's it -- nice and -- yeah -- oooo -- yeah -- a little faster is okay -- uh huh!" He was not even close to tall enough to kiss me as he was doing this, so I just grabbed his butt and started to pull him in as deep as he could possibly go.

"Yeah, Denny, Baby -- faster -- yeah, ohhhh yeah!" I was at first kind of faking it. I hated faking, but I wanted him to get off too. But by this time I was definitely NOT faking! "Ohhhhh, Denny! YESSS! Uh -- OH! Slow down a little -- Oh, Denny -- sweetie! I want to come together! Please -- are you close?"

"Any time, big guy!"

"Go for it!" I almost screamed. He started pounding me like a jackhammer. He changed position slightly and all of a sudden I felt him hitting my prostate each time he went in! His hands were slipping all over my chest. I had a firm grip on his bum and helped keep him from slipping out. He started a low pitched moan, and it got louder and louder, as his tension built up. It was all I could do to hold myself off! Then he started to sound like a chugging locomotive, and his cries were shrieks, and I started to feel my own come up again.

We were both crying out in chorus and in rhythm with each other, until he fell motionless on top of me and his still stiff manhood sprang out of me. We lay there for at least two minutes, heaving and gulping air. My 2nd coming was all over my chest and stomach, and he was lying in it, his face slipping around in it.

"Oh -- my -- GOSH!" I said, finally. "Denny -- Baby - that was unbelievable! Was it as good for you as it was for me? I mean when we were at the Smiths and I was the one -- in you -- did it feel this good?"

"I don't know how good it felt for you, Robby. I know this: That was the most amazing thing that ever happened to me! When we did it up there -- in Santa Barbara -- it hurt me -- a lot! But I still loved it! I loved it because YOU were so -- pleasured by it!"

Omigod! It hurt him then. I hurt him tonight when I forced it down his throat! As if he were reading my thoughts, he said, "Robby, it doesn't matter! I hope that it will someday not hurt, but it doesn't matter. It is totally worth it! Do you understand me? I love you more than -- well, more than I can explain or even understand! Do you see that it doesn't matter?"

"We'll find a way. Denny -- Baby -- we'll find a way to make it so it doesn't hurt you. I love you too, you know! God, I do!"

The next morning, I went out at lunch and added Denny to my checking account -- and took out some extra. That evening, I took him to our favorite bistro and while we waited for our food, I told him that in a week or so, he would have his own checkbook and - I took out $1000 and handed it to him. "I got a Christmas bonus, so you get a Christmas bonus!" I said, hoping he would believe the lie.

He counted the money. "This -- this is too m - "

"I expect a nice present!" I said. His eyes filled up again. He smiled.

"Sigh! I love you Robert E. Lee Balser!"

Notes: I love these guys -- both of them! What will happen next to them? I truly don't know, but if you try to guess, you'll know more than I do! Love, Steve -- s4d@hotmail.com. If you write, please put "rob" in the subject line.

Bottom line: Love will Rule in the end.