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 13:

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!"

Chapter 14

Am I fooling myself? Am I trying to buy Denny's love? Am I trying to be a dad to him? Does he need me to be a dad?

I've gotten hurt in the past because I am "too nice". I don't feel like I'm buying love. And in reality, aren't husbands, wives and significant others of any kind supposed to be their partner's sounding board -- his counselor? Denny is young. Will he get tired of me? Will he think I am trying to run his life too much?

Am I?

"Denny, I want you to know that you're the most important person in the world to me." He just looked at me for a moment and then got a troubled look on his face.

"What's up?" He asked, looking like he was afraid I was going to pull the rug out from under him.

"Nothing, except I've been worrying that -- well -- do you fell like I have been trying to control your life?"

"Have you?" He started. "I mean -- you've got your degree, a good job and are doing post grad work. If you are trying to control my life, well -- maybe -- uh -- maybe you're qualified? I think maybe you are."

"I don't want to take away your power -- your manhood, Denny. I mean, you were doing fine without me."

"Was I? Look at me. I've got this huge scar by my nose, and a bigger one deep down. I sometimes feel like I could have handled the situation with Garth better. You happened into my life -- and -- well -- kind of picked up the pieces."

"You wouldn't have that scar if it weren't for me. And besides that, it's hardly even noticeable, except when you get worked up, and it turns that dark red color. Heh! I guess it's a good indicator to me when you need attention -- of some kind!"

"Okay. Well -- yes, I sometimes feel like you are trying to control my life. And I want to say this about that: Thank you!" Then out of the blue, he asked, "Do you think of me as effeminate?"

"Oh Gosh, Denny, Do I make you feel that way?"

"I don't think you do, Rob. But in any relationship, one is more dominant. I know in my family relations class they talk about the ideal of an `equal' partnership. We also discussed the unlikely chance that that ever exists. In most heterosexual relationships, it's stereotypical for the man to be the dominant one. And maybe he is many times. The thing is, someone usually is, and I don't mind it being you. You're -- well, you've got a lot more experience than I have. And I trust in your love. I may need some explanation, to understand where you're going sometimes, but I almost always agree with you."

"Still, I don't want to be overbearing." I reaffirmed.

"I don't think you could. I know that I am not as masculine as you are. I even worry about that sometimes. But -- maybe that is part of what you like about me."

"I don't think -- no! I've never been attracted to fems!"

"I'm not saying I'm a fem. But it's such a relative thing. I damn sure am not as masculine as you are!"

"Maybe it has more to do with age." I said.

"Maybe. This I know. You stuck with me when I was really psycho -- and when I was really out of it. I like it when you sometimes are my `dad'."

"Oh Gosh, Baby, don't say that!" I exclaimed. I shifted in my seat and looked at the others in the restaurant -- as if they were listening in. And then I thought about what I just exclaimed. "OMIGOD!" I exclaimed, surprised. "You aren't a baby! I didn't mean - "

"Rob, it's okay! I LOVE it when you call me that! Look, you're almost 26, and I'm not even 21 yet. I am kind of a baby. No -- no! Don't get that weird look on your face. Hey, sometimes I call you Robby', maybe to try to equalize us a little. But I do it with love. I repeat: I WANT you to be the dad' sometimes. I need it. And you seem to know when to and when not to."

"I hope so, but - "

"No buts!" he smiled. "Rob, bottom line is -- I love you more than anything -- more than I love myself. You said you're glad that I am concerned about taking advantage of you. Well, I appreciate that you are concerned about being too domineering. I am confident that this very concern is what will KEEP you from being that way."

"Sigh! I love you too, Babe! Okay, I'm glad we had this little talk. Now I only have one more thing to say."

"What?" he said. wide eyed.

"Eat your vegetables!"

"Haha! I will, daddy, but could I just have my dessert first?" We both laughed. "Oh!" Denny added. "Uh -- well, you put me in charge of our social life, so I made some plans for this weekend."

"Really? Great! What are we doing?"

"Actually Randy and Tad asked if we wanted to go down to San Diego, on a Mission Bay after dinner cruise. Sounded kind of romantic. They said to bring our bathing suits, too."

"I can hardly wait! But it's nearly Christmas -- bathing suits?"

"It's San Diego!"

"Yeah -- okay." I was dubious. "I'm not wearing any Speedo!"

"Ha! As much as I am sure that both those boys would love to see you in one, Randy assured me that we will be actually swimming!"

"Are we all going out to eat together too -- before the cruise?"

"I -- well -- I just assumed -- I'll ask!"

Tuesday night, as we lay in bed, Denny confirmed that we would be all eating out together. No -- DINNER, pervs! "What time does the cruise depart?" I asked. "It's a two hour drive down the San Diego."

"I asked the same thing. Apparently this is a private cruise -- just our little group. So they have set it up to meet for dinner at a dockside restaurant at 6:00 PM."

"HMmm. A private cruise, after dark, at a time of our choosing. Sounds mysterious!" I smiled.

"Sounds romantic to me!" Denny said.

I put my hand on Denny's chest. "I'm about ready to hear some romantic sounds coming from down here!" Denny didn't disappoint me! Actually I think he was pretty happy about it too! He put his hand on my chest and then let it slide south. Things went "downhill" from there.

As we usually do on Fridays, Denny dropped me off at work, and he picked me up at 3:30 sharp. We drove down the San Diego Freeway (it's about 3 blocks from our house.) Leaving at 3:30 got us a head start on the Friday traffic. I love driving down Sepulveda Blvd., and under the airport runway. Usually you are driving right under an accelerating aircraft.

Once on the freeway, it kept moving at a maddening, but steady slow pace. It took us all of the 2 ½ hours to get there. The others were waiting for us. It was Randy and Tad, Roddy -- the flight attendant -- and some guy he met in the LAX airport, James. James was a carrot top. He said everyone calls him "Red". Red was about 6 feet tall, and probably weighed 165 pounds. Kinda lanky -- maybe a little pudge around the middle. He looked to be under drinking age, but Randy said we were not supposed to drink any alcohol before the cruise. A red flag went up for me, but I kept it to myself.

As the waiter announced himself to us, Randy added that we should probably eat light. 2nd red flag! I still kept quiet.

The sunset over the Pacific, with Coronado and bridge in the background, was enough intoxication for me. All during dinner, Denny and I gazed from each other's eyes to the surrealistic scene before us. The earlier red flags and misgivings were forgotten. When we finished dining, we strolled out to waiting boat moored in front of the restaurant. The captain helped us each onto the boat. The bay was like glass. He moved the small craft easily out into the bay, and we each found a place to get comfortable.

He got nearly to the middle of the bridge, but about 1/4 mile away from it, and the motor seemed to conk out. He tried to start it, and it wouldn't start.

"Well, folks," the captain said, "looks like this is as far as the boat goes."

Randy pulled out the bag that he carried on with him. In it he had stowed all our swim suits. We looked in disbelief as he handed each of us our suits and said, "Guess it's time to tell you why we're really here. Captain?"

"Ay, mateys!" Ye're now invited to walk to ol' plank! This `ere's wut us pirates call a shipwreck party! ARRrrr!"

"What the fuck!" Tad said.

"I can't swim!" Red said.

"ARRrrr, that's what we have water wings for, wimp!" He then handed each of us a life vest. "Just point yerself toward the Coronado beach there! We all looked at Randy, who was grinning ear to ear.

I spoke up. "I don't want Denny doing this. He's still recuperating from his operation."

"No way!" Denny objected. "I can swim!"

"Baby, that's got to be almost a half mile!"

"And the water is like glass. It will be a piece of cake!?"

Roddy was first in the water. The captain hollered after him. He jumped in with no suit and no life vest and started swimming fast -- and nude! I think he was showing off for Red! Anyway, the captain hollered after him that he needed at least his life vest. But he was too far away and swimming steadily, so he could not hear. Next in was Red. His vest kept him up, as he started dog-paddling. I didn't like this as one by one, all the guys -- including my stubborn fiancée, suited up and jumped into the water. I stepped closer to the captain.

"You will be following us right?"

"Yeah. No problem. If your boy needs to get back aboard, I'll be right there."

So I quickly put my surf riders on and the life vest, and jumped in. The waster was colder than I expected. It took my breath away. I quickly overtook Red, who was not only swimming like a dog, but panting like one too. I worried a little, then looked back at the boat, which was keeping a short distance. So I left him in the care of the good captain. - I thought!

As soon as I began to pull away from Red, he began to cry out. I looked back. It was nearly dark, but I could see the terror in his eyes. He was truly crying. I looked ahead and the other guys were at least 50 yards ahead. I looked again at the boat. The captain looked unconcerned. I looked back at Red and he was looking almost wild. "Please!" He pleaded with me. "Don't leave me!"

I looked ahead and the other guys were about half way to the beach. The sun was completely disappeared behind Coronado. The sky was light, but the smooth surface of the bay was black. Red was starting to splash around and slipped out of his life vest and then he went down like a lead weight! I swam as fast as I could, and the captain of the boat finally saw what was happening.

I reached him before the boat did. He was coming up, as I came to him. I pulled him out of the water. He tried to break away from me. He was wild eyed and his arms were flailing! I had heard stories and instructions about how you were supposed to slap someone when they were like that. It was against everything I was about, but I gave his face a firm smack!

He looked at me with a surprised look, then started to slip under again. I easily grabbed him this time, and by this time the boat was along side. The cap'n reached down and Red at first shrank back, but then realized he was friendly. Between the two of us we got him back in the boat.

The Cap'n wrapped him in a blanket, and put his hand out to me. I waved at him and started swimming toward the beach as fast as I could. I am a strong swimmer, but I kind of overestimated my own abilities. When I struggled the last few strokes into the shallow water, Both Tad and Randy helped me to the sand. I collapsed. Then it hit me.

"Where's Denny?" I asked.

"What!!??" Randy exclaimed. "Isn't he in the boat?"

I sprang up on to my feet. I looked wildly around! "NO!" Where is he?!!" I had early on decided they were not kidding with me. I was now the terrorized one. "DENNYYYYYYY!? I called out. I turned back to Roddy. He was in the water right after you! Didn't you see him??!!"

"No! I was out in front!" he answered defensively.

"IDIOT!" I yelled. "Haven't you ever heard of the buddy system?"

"Well, then, you should have been looking out for your buddy!"

It took every ounce I had to remain on task. I felt like knocking him out! I shouted out orders. Tad ran up the beach one way, and Randy ran the other. I was scanning the nearly black water for signs of my sweetheart.

By this time, the boat was nearby and Red was wading ashore. I waded back out and told the captain we were missing one. He looked wild eyed. "Shit!" he said.

"Go cruise around and look!" I ordered. I'll stay here and keep scanning the surface of the water! Red came back and asked if he could help. The captain said yes and he jumped back into the boat. They slowly started trolling back and forth, Red in the nose of the boat, looking for -- who knows what.

I sat down in the shallow water and scanned the surface of the water for any sign of something disturbing it's smooth surface. All I saw were boat wakes and a couple birds. I involuntarily started to cry. I had a bad feeling about this! I didn't WANT him to swim! But after our conversation earlier in the week, I didn't want to "parent" him too much. I broke down and started to blubber. "NOOooo, Baby, don't leave me like this. Pleeeeease!" I pleaded. "Please, God, help us find him! Don't take him away from me!"

I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up into sympathetic eyes. It was Tad. He tilted his head behind him. There was my Denny, standing there, looking sheepish. I jumped out of the water and ran to him, sweeping him off his feet and hugging him and kissing him like he had literally come back from the dead. Well, in my mind he had!

I put him down and looked closely at his face. His scar was deep blue, and he was shivering. The boat was back, and Red brought a towel to Denny. I wrapped him up and held him close for at least a half hour. We were supposed to ride back in the boat, but under the circumstances, I would have no part of that! Tad, Randy and Rod went back on the boat.

They then brought our cars over the bridge and to the beach. I carried Denny and set him in the car. He looked up at me, his scar still deep blue. "I think I'm too much liability for you, Robby!" he said, his eyes looking lifeless.

"NOOoooo, baby! Nooo!" I crooned. "I love you so much! You can't even think such a thing."

Then he looked me directly in the eyes, his filling rapidly with tears, and said very seriously, "Thanks, Daddy!"

Everyone else heard this exchange. I said, "I'll never be your daddy, but you'll always be my boy!" And I wept openly. I kissed him on the cheek and then he grabbed me with more strength that it looked like he had and kissed me back on the lips.

I straightened up and turned to get in my side of the car. I nearly ran right into Red -- and Roddy. Roddy still looked unrepentant, but then Red said, "Thanks for saving my life! If you had swum away - " he glanced over at Roddy, "like the others. I wouldn't be here!" he hugged me. I glanced at Roddy and he looked stunned. Nothing more needed to be said.

We drove toward home in relative silence. Finally it was Denny who spoke up. "Well -- that was exciting, wasn't it?"

"What happened?" I asked.

"I was behind Rod, and then I started getting tired. So I slowed down and just floated. I guess by the time the others caught up, I had floated out of their path. I couldn't see them -- where they were, because the lights of the bridge were blinding me in that direction. So I pointed myself to the closest shore I could see and slowly swam a while then floated awhile, until I hit solid sandy floor. I struggled out of the water and collapsed on the beach -- about 100 yards from where the rest of you landed.

"Well, it scared me shitless!" I said. "I don't want any more excitement like that!"

"I'm so sorry to make you worried. What was it that that Red guy said to you?"

"Oh! You heard him say he couldn't swim, and how that idiot captain egged him into doing it anyway?"

"Yeah."

"Well, When I saw he was in trouble -- before the captain did -- I swam back and he had come out of his life vest and was coming back up after sinking once. Anyway -- to make a long story short -- I got him to safety in the boat. If I hadn't been so concerned with him -- I may not have lost you!"

"Well, it sounds as if you saved his life, though."

"I suppose. But it wouldn't have meant much if I lost you!"

"Well, you didn't. I'm sorry that I took off so fast -- ahead of you. That was stupid. As usual -- you knew what was right. I feel like such an adolescent!"

I smiled and decided not to say what I was thinking.

"What did you think of that Roddy -- taking off with no suit -- or even life vest."

"Well, I would not have thought to wear a life vest to swim, but it was what the captain required, and I believe in following the rules. And as far as Rod swimming nude -- to me it just shows his immaturity."

"Heh! It's not as if he had anything to show off!" Denny scoffed.

"I noticed. His body was just as fem as his personality. I guess I'm somewhat of a bigot when it comes to that. A guy -- even a homosexual guy -- should be a guy! Oh well, I guess it takes all kinds."

"But did you see his package?"

"No. I only saw him from the rear as he was diving off the boat. His `nice' rounded hips were reminiscent of one time when I saw my mother in the nude!"

"Wow! Did I detect some venom in your voice?"

"Denny -- his date said he couldn't swim. And he took off and left him in his wake! What kind of idiot would do that?"

"A self absorbed one, I guess. I can't believe that at one time I thought he was cute. Oh, and by the way, his package was cute too -- I mean cute like a little boy! You didn't notice it when he was standing there looking stupid, on the beach."

"I'm afraid I had other things on my mind. I was rather enraged at him for what he did. But it doesn't surprise me that if he has a dick to match the rest of his personality. He doesn't need a big dick -- because he IS one!"

"Wow! You ARE pissed at him!"

"Denny, he went off and left his date to fend for himself, and while I was saving the date HE abandoned, he was also abandoning you. He's an idiot! Oh!" I smiled a little. And to be completely fair -- the water WAS pretty cold! My own stuff was drawn almost completely up into my body! Still is!" I felt down there, and it was drawn up inside the foreskin I don't really have!

Denny put his hand down into my suit. It was still cold and wet, and his hand felt nice and warm! "I could probably remedy THAT situation!" He cupped my balls and massaged the whole package, coaxing it out of its hiding place. He unzipped me and tried to lean over the console, but it wasn't practical in the Vette. I rubbed his head.

"Not now, Baby. We have lots of time for that." I was too tired from all that happened, so I stopped in Oceanside at a Motel 6. By the time we got all checked in, I was falling asleep before I hit the bed. The last thing I felt was Denny snuggling up close.

The next morning -- Saturday -- was a lazy one for us. Thank goodness for blackout shades! We slept until 9:30! That's late for me. When we woke up, we both woke "up" of course. We went into the bathroom and peed away our woodies at the same time. Then Denny turned on the shower and pushed me in. He followed close behind.

He wrapped his arms around me from the rear and started to soap my front side. When he got to my manhood, he started to stroke me -- with soap -- back to attention. It took about 2 seconds! I turned around and we embraced. It felt so good with the hot water on my back and the hot body on my front. We kissed long and deep. I could feel his stiffness pressing into my boys, as he thrust up and down.

"Rob?"

"Yeah, Baby?"

"Make love to me."

"Here?"

"Sure. Here's some hair conditioner." He opened it and stuck the end in his behind and squeezed it, then put the remainder on me, stroking a few times to get it good and covered. Then he bent over, putting his head against the back wall and spreading his cheeks. I was dubious.

"I don't know - "

"Try. Robby -- just try."

I bent my legs a little and put my dick against his anus. "You guide it, Den."

He grabbed the head and put it in the exact spot it needed to be. "Push, Rob!"

I did as I was told. The head popped right in! "Wow -- that was easy!" I said.

"Oh, Robby that feels so good! Go ahead, push it the rest of the way in!"

I did as I was prompted -- but cautiously. "How does that feel, babe?"

"Full!" He answered. "I'm afraid that you have competition!" I could also feel the stuff up there. "Maybe we should wait." He said. He knew how I felt about doing this without first cleaning up.

"I -- I'm okay with it -- if you are." I lied. I didn't want to disappoint him.

"You're sure?"

"I'm sure!"

"Okay. Well it feels full, but it also feels great. Just go for it."

I withdrew most of the way, then thrust again, this time a little quicker. "It's good, Robby, just do it!"

So I closed my eyes, clutched his hips and started to thrust with all I was worth. At first the smell intensified, but as Denny started to moan with pleasure, that all disappeared.

"Oh God, Rob, I never dreamed it could feel this good! Oh my GOD! That is SO intense! What are you DOING to make me feel this way?"

"Shhhh! Just enjoy it!"

Oh, don't worry, I -- I -- I AIEEEEE! Ah -- ah -- ah! Oh my G -- ohhhhhhhh!" His orgasm started my own going. I completely forgot about everything else and pounded poor Denny with a fury I didn't know I had. Did I say poor Denny. Strike that. We were both out of our minds with ecstacy.

We figured out later what probably happened. Besides the fact that we had used more lube than ever before, my penis was being wedged between his prostate and a rather hardened piece of "waste" that was in there. So it put pressure on both of us. I wouldn't plan it that way, but it worked!

We cleaned up really well, washing every thing twice before we shut the shower off. Now I'll say it: Poor Denny! He had to sit on the toilet four times before we left for breakfast, then again after, when we came back to pack up our stuff.

Back on the road, Denny suggested we stop in Laguna. "Sure - why?" I asked.

"I love to look at the antiques."

"You do!!?" I asked. "Me too! How come you never mentioned it before?"

"Hmh! Never came up. I could ask you the same question."

"Touché!" I said. "Well, we just keep finding more and more that we agree on. This is perfect!" I looked over at my sweetheart and smiled. He looked so happy, yet uncomfortable. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"I need you to stop real soon. Have to use the toilet."

"Again?"

"You really did a number on me!" He said, with a big grin. "But it was worth it!"

I pulled into the next gas station. Mercifully, it was a Chevron. They have the cleanest restrooms. I dropped him off at the restroom and pulled alongside a gas pump. I wasn't even close to empty, but I just feel like I need to buy something when I use their bathroom. Before I even got the hose from the pump, he was back. "What's the matter?" I asked

"Nothing. It just was not -- well, I couldn't go -- it just FELT like I had to."

"Well, there are benefits to being a woman I suppose!" I joked.

"There are benefits to being gay, too!" he said. For one thing, I understand that women are not as horny as much as men. I mean, what guy will turn down sex? So when it's two guys, they get as much as they want!"

"Heh! And conversely, maybe two lesbians like the fact that their partner isn't always hounding them for sex. I know guys who do that, and constantly complain that they never get enough from their wives."

"I know!" I restored the gas pump nozzle and backed up to the restroom. "My turn." I hopped out and went in. I unzipped and pulled it out. "Ouch!" I looked at it closely. The top rim of the head was very raw. I touched it and it burned. I finished my business and gingerly stuffed it back into my pants.

It was a very nice fall day. Winter officially started in a little over a week. The sun was shining. It was about 75 degrees. We spent a couple hours combing the antique shops, of which there are several on every block in Laguna. Then we had lunch and went down some steep stairs to a secluded beach. "My dad once told me that Bette Davis owned that house up there when he was a kid. She tried to get this beach off limits to the public." Denny said.

"Was she successful?"

"Nope. We'll have to come back when it's warmer and body surf."

"You like that too!?" I said excitedly.

"Yeah! But you have to be good to do it here! See how the huge waves break right on the beach?"

"Yeah! Weird!"

"Well, see those rocks out there? The wave gets wedged between them and it gets accelerated and this is the result -- it breaks on the beach. When you surf here, you have to pull your legs up just before you get to the beach, and you can actually land on your feet!"

"Cool!" I said. We'll come back here!"

"Well, you can expect to be thrown face down and rolled in the sand once or twice, while you get the hang of it! Because if you mess up, it will literally rub your nose in it!"

HAH! The challenge! "I'll keep that in mind."

We took off our shoes and socks and walked along the sand for awhile. We played with the idea of getting in the water, but testing it with our toes was proof enough that it was at least several degrees colder here than in Mission Bay.

"Rob -- What did you think of Rod's friend?

"I didn't talk much with him. Definitely had balls though, didn't he? Jumping in and trying to swim to impress his date! A date that obviously isn't impressed with anyone as much as he is with himself! What a jerk!"

"I meant what did you think of James's looks?"

"Oh. Well, he looks like the all-American boy. Better looking than most red heads."

"So you DID notice."

"Yeah -- why?"

"Well, I don't think I ever `caught' you looking at him, but - - "

Immediately I felt defensive. "I wasn't! I - "

"I KNOW you weren't! But DAMN, Rob, he was devouring you with his eyes!"

"Oh! Well -- I suppose he was grateful that I came back and -- and -- saved him. So was I! Man this turned out to be a very interesting weekend!"

"So - - are you ready to fire me -- as the entertainment czar in this relationship?"

"Heck no! You had no idea that it would turn out as it did. We will look back on this, years from now and remember it fondly -- even laugh at it. Why? Do you have something else planned?"

"Naw, but I just felt kind of responsible."

"Did you set it up?"

"No. It was Randy. But I was just thinking -- um -- I think you deserve a medal or something -- for saving James. But I don't have a medal, so can I treat you to a massage tonight -- in an exotic place?"

"I don't -- know." I thought about it quickly. I had just given him $1000. I didn't want him to think I was trying to control how he spent it, but - - . "When -- and where?"

"How about here -- tonight?"

"Masseuses are usually booked. And last minute masseurs probably aren't that good."

"Well, actually the masseur I had in mine actually hasn't had that much experience, but I know he would know a few tricks to please you."

"Oh. Is it someone you know -- here in Laguna?"

"Yeah -- it's me!" he said grinning.

"AHHH! So you get to benefit from my `award' huh?"

"NOPE! I promise! Sex will not be part of the deal! It could ruin the masseur/patient client rapport."

"Whatever you say, but -- I think the client may have something to say about that!"

So -- it's a date -- er, I mean an appointment?"

"Yeah. Let's go see about finding a place to stay."

The only place we could find was a very nice luxury hotel, the Inn at Laguna Beach. They had a cancellation. They gave it to us at a heavy discount. After we checked in, we walked around the town. It is heavily populated with artists. We strolled through a few more antique shops and artists studios, as well as a huge pottery store. We got separated for awhile at the pottery place. We bought a painting at one of the studios that just barely fit behind the seat of the Vette. It was two doves that were hovering over the ocean, focussed on the same star. It seemed to have significance for us.

Of course they were homosexual doves!

We ate dinner at "Partners french Bistro". Denny had to convince me that it was not unpatriotic to go there! The cuisine was excellent! We had to forego dessert at the french place because we spied "La Rue du Chocolat" before entering the Bistro in the same portico. This was turning out to be one of the most romantic dates I have ever been on. We went to a movie at the movie house right in the middle of town, then retired to our hotel room.

Denny bought several candles while I wasn't looking. He wouldn't tell me what else was in the bag. While I was preoccupied looking at some pottery, he slipped to a place close by and bought the candles and some massage oils. When we were undressed, he told me to close my eyes.

He lit all the candles, and then he removed my boxers and started at my butt. Funny place to start, but I guess he was teasing me. He worked my glutes until they felt like jello. I was in heaven already! Then he worked his way up my back, paying special attention to each of my vertebrae. When he got to my shoulders, I was almost asleep!

"Man!" He exclaimed, "Everything is huge on you!"

"Hey!" I quipped. "No whining!"

"I wasn't. I love it! I love YOU!" He said as he started to kneading my neck muscles like it was a keyboard, each finger pushing deep into the soft tissue there. This was new to me. I moaned with pleasure. That seemed to spur him on! He then asked me to turn over. My dick was hard as a rock, but he seemed to ignore it, and went for my hands. He pulled blood from my arm into each finger, trapping it in the tip and massaging it out. It was great! Then he worked his way up my forearms and biceps.

"C'mon, Robby! Can't you relax a little more?" First your shoulders and now your biceps. God they're huge -- awesome! Remind me not to ever get you angry!"

He then started to gently massage my pecs. This was the first thing arousing that he did. He played with my nipples until they were harder than my dick, and then sucked on each one.

"OH! I almost forgot -- no sex! Sorry!" He joked. He then started with my toes and did the same thing with the blood as he did with the fingers. He worked up my calves to my thighs. When he was kneading my thighs, my dick was straining to be touched, but true to his promise, he didn't touch!

"The only thing left -- besides my genitals -- was my face. He came up to my face and gently rubbed and massaged it with oils and aloes. When he was finished he planted a wet kiss in my lips. I grabbed him and ripped the clothes off him, and I'll leave it up to your imagination what came next. But I will say that if it was a show, it would hve required encores. As it was, it was the best yet!

Sunday morning we again slept late. We didn't eat the continental breakfast offered, opting instead for a little breakfast place we had seen on the way in, Friday night. We drove home -- top down -- to another beautiful autumn day.

Notes: I hope you liked this chapter. Actually, I hope I scared the heck outa you! HAHA! Comments may be sent to Steve at s4d@hotmail.com. Please put "Rob" in the subject line. Thanks and love, Steve

Bottom line: Love will Rule in the end.