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.

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

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

Author's Note: Okay, okay -- a little damage control was in order. Hope you like the way I "fix it!" Hell, I hope I like it!

From Chapter 3:

He looked up at me, tears in his eyes. I swallowed hard. "You can stay as long as you need to -- Sweetie!"

"I mean -- I want to -- STAY with you!"

"You can decide that later. You're in too much of an emotional state right now."

"Maybe. But I know my mind. Telling my parents was the main reason I was holding back. I didn't realize this until a few minutes ago. I want to be with you. I want YOU!"

"Well, as long as you stay with me, you will concentrate on your studies, young man!" I said emphatically. "No job to dilute your studies!"

He painfully got up and slowly limped over to me. He threw himself on to me, grimaced, then moaned.

"Take it easy, boy!" I warned.

"That hurt! But - - it was worth it. You feel sooo good!"

I looked down at his bandaged face. I wanted to cry, thinking that his nose was going to have to be broken and reset. He did not know this yet. "I love you, Sweetie!" I said.

"Oh my god! I love you too, Robbie!" He put his face gingerly on my chest and hugged me as close as he dared.

Chapter 4

Knock knock. We broke our embrace. I answered the door. Mrs. Miggs was standing there, tears in her eyes. "He went back to work. He really loves you, Dennis. This is so hard for him! It's hard for both of us -- but I've known for some time -- long before Dennis hinted to me that he was -- that way." She looked at me. "Do your parents know?"

I was caught off guard. "I -- well -- I - " I sputtered, "Not that I know of. I just only realized myself a few months ago."

"A few months? Are you -- then you and Dennis haven't been -- er -- dating -- for very long? Are you sure it's a good plan to -- move in together?"

"That wasn't the plan -- for sure -- until today, Mom!" He said as defiantly as he could muster.

"Denny -- your mom's not the enemy. Mrs. Miggs, I am about as sure as I can be. I love your son with everything in me. I asked him to come live with me just yesterday. He was not too sure that was the best plan -- until today."

"Well, I'm still not sure. Dennis, have you thought this through?"

"Hmh!" Denny laughed derisively. "Is anyone ever really sure about this kind of thing? I'm as sure as I think I need to be -- right now."

"Mrs. Miggs, I promise you -- I won't hurt your son. I told him yesterday. I'm ready. And if he changes his mind later, I am ready to take that risk. I love your son, Mrs. Miggs!" I said that with more resolve than I even realized I had.

She walked past me then stopped. She threw her arms around me and hugged me. "I know you do. I have observed it ever since you came into the house. Please take good care of my little boy." She let me go then turned to Denny. Even he towered over her. "Little boy! Fine thing! You're a man now, Dennis!" And she gingerly hugged him.

"Then why do I still feel like a little boy?" He said, shaking his head.

"Me too!" I said.

She left and closed the door on the way out. I packed enough stuff in a box to get by for the next day or so. Most of Denny's day-to-day stuff was at the dorm. As I picked up the box and opened the door, Denny looked around and around his room.

"Did you forget something -- or need something else?" I asked.

"Naw," He said, "I knew a day would come when this would no longer be my room." His eyes were glistening. "I just didn't think it would be this soon -- or this way."

Denny's mom was close enough to hear him. "It will always be your room, honey."

"Not if Dad has anything to do with it. He said, bitterly.

"You're dad may come round."

"No, mom, he won't!" Denny said, emphatically. "He has always been death on homos! I don't know why he - "

"Bob and I will work on him."

"Bob?" Denny said, sounding surprised.

"Your brother and you were always close. I'm sorry, but I have talked to him. He confirmed my own suspicions. And he is okay with it. Denny your brother loves you so much!"

"I know. I feel the same."

"Call him."

"I will, Mom. Thanks. I love you."

"Love you too, honey!" And they hugged goodbye.

I stashed the small box in the back of the Vette. Then I opened the door for Denny, and helped him carefully slide into the passenger seat. It was 2:00 PM and as I was driving, he said, "Where you goin'?" It was obvious I was not heading toward Los Angeles.

"You've never met my parents." I answered.

"Omigod! Like this? You can't be serious!"

"You'll love them!"]

"How're you going to introduce me? `This is my crippled lover, Denny!' Yeah that's it!"

"I've gotta tell them sometime."

"And - - - you figure the sympathy angle may help your case?"

"Hadn't thought of that! But it couldn't hurt it, could it?" Denny just laid his head back and sighed. He had no fight left in him. "We don't have to do this, Sweetie," I added, "unless you say it's okay."

He almost started awake. "Huh!!? Oh, - no it's okay. I don't care -- its just -- its -- zzzzzz"

I pulled into the garage. He didn't wake up. In the shade of the garage, he was sheltered from the sun, so I left him there asleep, while I went inside.

"ROBBIE!" My mom said. She ran to me and threw herself into my arms. "Why are you home in the middle of the week?"

I feigned being hurt. "I can't come home to see my favorite woman in the world?" I said. "I'm not that far away now, you know."

"But shouldn't you be at work, Sweetie?"

"I -- er -- got some time off."

"Oh. That's nice. Just to come see us?"

"Mom -- I've got something to -- well -- er -- someone for you to meet."

"Where?" She looked around me questioningly.

"Out in the car."

"Well, bring her in. She'll die of the heat out there!" she said. "Is it someone `special'?"

"Mom, it's not what you think -- exactly." I hedged. "I'll go get him."

"Oh! It's a boy. Well, bring him in!"

"I'll be right back. Mom -- he -- he's kind of -- banged up."

"Okay -- why ever did you let him stay in the hot car?"

"It's in the garage, Mom, and -- he was asleep when I left him."

"Well, now he may be wondering where he is -- go get him!"

"Be right back! Mom he's my -- my -- roommate." I ran out to the garage. He was still asleep. I got down on his level and stroked his arm.

"Denny -- sweetie -- wake up!" I said gently.

His eyes came open. "Oh! Hi! Uh -- where are we?"

"In my parents' garage. C'mon -- we're going in the house."

"Just a minute -- I need to call my mom." Denny told me. He painfully got out his cell phone and pushed her number.

"Hello -- Mom. I -- uh -- I know -- but -- well -- he was fine with it when I went to see Garth and -- I KNOW mom! But -- WHAT? That's fu -- I mean -- Mom, I really am confused. Oh. Oh. Okay -- well, I hope so. Talk to him, Mom. No, don't worry about me -- Rob will take good care of me. That IS what I mean. Yes. Bye. I love you too, Mom."

"What?" I asked him.

"She's as confused as I am. I'm sure I told him that Garth and I were -- well, she's going to talk to him. Boy, he went off the deep end didn't he!" It wasn't a question.

"C'mon Sweetie, my mom wants to meet you."

I opened the door and put out both my hands to help him out of the car. He groaned as he got up. Tears came to his eyes. I saw that and immediately teared up myself. "Oh, my dear Robbie," he said, "You are so sweet!" he said as he gently almost collapsed on me. "Gosh, I must look like crap! Are you sure you want your mom to see me this way?"

"I'm already committed," I replied, "let's go."

My mom was waiting at the door. She gasped when she saw him, all bandaged up and leaning on my arm.

"Oh, you poor dear!" she wailed. "Does he need to lay down Rob?"

"I don't know -- do you, Sw -- er -- Denny?"

"SIGH! I wouldn't mind -- maybe on the couch?"

"Denny, you're sweating!" I felt his head. It was cold.

"I'm not surprised he was sweating," Mom said, "He was working hard to get in here." Denny smiled weakly. What on earth happened to you? I hope you got his license number!" She smiled sweetly at Denny. He looked at me, perplexed as to what to say to her.

"Denny was attacked and beat up, Mom."

"Why? Whatever for?" My mom knew that if Denny was a friend of mine, he was a decent human being -- at least.

I looked at Denny questioningly. He nodded. "They attacked him because he's gay."

"NO!" She said. "That's terrible! Well, I hope you are going to press charges!"

"It's not -- it's not as simple as that, Mom, it's - "

"Mrs. Balser, I kind of provoked them. I shouldn't have, but I did." He looked up at me, begging me with his eyes to finish for him.

"Mom, he hugged, then kissed me goodbye yesterday, at my car before I left him off at his dorm."

"He kissed you? Why did he do that? I mean it is a little unusual. But a harmless peck on the - "

"It was on my mouth, Mom. It wasn't a peck."

She looked at Denny, then at me then back at Denny. Then she asked, "Robbie, what are you saying?"

"Mom, Denny is coming to live with me. I am going to take care of him."

"That's nice, but why - "

"Mom -- we love each other."

She sat down, and tried to digest what I had just told her. "Robbie -- just so I don't misunderstand -- are you saying you two are -- in love?'

I didn't know quite how to answer that with Denny sitting right there. I mean, he hadn't declared this to me. I looked at him. Denny spoke up. "Yes, Mrs. Balser. We are in love." A big lump caught in my throat

"Mom?" I said. "Say something!"

"I'm sorry, Sweetie." She finally said. "I -- well, it's not exactly a shock -- but -- it's still a lot to swallow. No -- it's okay. If you're gay, - well then what can be said? What can be done? Nothing. I mean either you are or you aren't, right?" She seemed to be reasoning with herself.

"Mom? Will Dad be coming home for dinner -- tonight?"

"Yes, why dear?" Boy, I guess I blindsided her worse than I thought. "Oh! You'll be wanting to talk to him, won't you? Of course! Well -- why don't you boys freshen up -- or what ever you call it -- and I'll start dinner.

"Where's Nana?" I asked. Nana was our housekeeper and cook.

"She needed the day off. Sorry!" She said this sarcastically, so I knew she was coming back to the present. She walked over to the couch, where Denny was lying. She squatted down and felt his forehead. She looked directly into his eyes. "Any friend of Rob's is welcome here. If you are his -- um -- lover, then you will be like a son -- to us -- as well." She stroked his head as she talked. She then got up and went into the kitchen.

"Well," Denny said, "That could have gone worse!"

"I told you that you were going to love my parents!" He mumbled something. "What?"

"I just hope they're not schizoid -- like my dad!"

"Let's worry about that later. I haven't told my dad, either -- yet -- but -- I'm pretty sure he'll be -- okay -- with it. I mean -- well, it kind of took mom by surprise, so I am bracing for something like that from him."

"Rob?"

"Yeah?"

"Could I take a nap? I'm really exhausted."

"Of course."

"Could -- could you hold me?" I looked toward the kitchen and then back to Denny. "It's okay if you can't."

I got up and walked to the kitchen. "Mom -- we're both pretty tired. I hardly slept last night and -- well -- Denny is - "

"You can put him in the guest room, Sweetie, and - "

"Mom!" I said, giving her the "really now!" look.

"Oh. Okay. I'll wake you in time for dinner."

I went back and helped Denny up and into my room. I helped him undress and then I stripped down to my skivvies. I got on the bed first, and then he gingerly lay down beside me. I was already on my side. He moaned as he slid up next to me. I pulled him closer and with my hand on his chest, we went to sleep quickly.

Tap tap tap. "Rob?" Even from a sound sleep I knew it was my dad! SHIT! I didn't lock the door! I froze, as I watched the handle turn and then the door slowly cracked open. "Rob?"

"I'm awake, Dad." I whispered. Denny stirred a little but didn't wake up. Dad came in. He looked at us. We were lying on top of the covers, so he got the full view -- me in my briefs, and Denny in his white boxers, closely snuggled together. I didn't move, not wanting to wake him.

I looked up and then gave Dad a "what can I say" look.

"It's okay. Your mom told me. Dinner won't be for another hour. Stay where you are. I started to say something but he said, "SHhhh. It's okay -- really, Rob. I'll be back in, in about an hour. Go back to sleep." He closed the door again.

Yeah -- right! Go back to sleep! I carefully eased away from Denny and stealthily climbed over him. I covered him with a shirt, then grabbing a tee and some shorts, quietly left the room.

I came into the kitchen, where mom and dad were talking.

"So, are you okay -- Dad?"

"Are you?" That's my dad. Can't ask him a direct question.

I persisted. "I asked you first."

"I have seniority!" Her smiled.

"I'm okay. I've had a long time to adjust to it." I said.

"Then I'm okay with it." He walked over and gave me a hug. I felt so loved -- and then I could not hold it in any more. The lack of sleep -- trying to hold up for Denny, my worry about how my parents would take this news. I broke down in sobs on my dad's shoulder.

"Sure you're okay, Son?"

"Yeah. It's been two weeks-worth of two days!"

"I'll bet. How's the Vette running?"

"You know me, Dad. I don't push it."

"Sometimes you worry me."

"What? Why?"

"You just don't seem to ever `push it'! That's not -- well, most guys do."

"I'm not most guys."

"I noticed." He said, smiling. I could feel my ears getting red. "Oh, No! I didn't mean -- Rob, you have never made me anything but proud - - "

"But - - ?" I said.

"But - - nothing!"

"Oke-kayeeee." I responded. "And what about my -- new -- friend? You're proud of me - - ?"

"That's not fair. Would I be proud if it was a girl? It wouldn't be an issue. Am I ashamed it is a boy? No. I can't deny -- it is a bit of a disappointment that we will probably not have grandchildren. No don't look like that. It's not your fault. And besides, heh, Balser is an awful name to grow up with!"

I had to smile. I never would have said it, but he's right. "Dad?"

"Yes, Son?"

"Would you -- I mean could you -- uh -- Would you love and respect my partner as much -- if it was a guy -- rather than a girl?"

"Rob, We love you. I love you! I'm not going to lie to you and pretend this is not hard. I'm sure that if you bring -- well, for example that Smith girl."

"What about her?" I asked

"She was a hard one to get used to! She was so outspoken and -- to my mind -- rude -- sometimes. But we did get used to her and the idea that she might be out daughter-in-law. So I think it depends on the person. Whoever you choose -- we will try to love. You can't ask any more than that, son."

"Thanks dad." I heard a moan from my room. "I'll be back!" I said as I rushed out of the room.

"Hi, guy." I said. "Where are you hurting now?"

He smiled. "Everywhere!" Then he stopped smiling. "I dreamed about my dad."

"Do you remember it?"

"Duh -- yeah! He was this nice guy one moment and then he turned his head and there was another face in the back. The other face was bitter and mean. I just don't get it. Oh, I get the dream, all right. I just don't get why he changed so much from when I told him that I loved Garth."

"He seemed to change as we sat at dinner! I think it was a misunderstanding. Maybe not a good one, either. He may have misunderstood how you felt about Garth." I said.

"Yeah -- and we left no room for doubt or misunderstanding this time!" He said bitterly. I think I'll call him. Maybe there's some explanation."

"I think you should." I agreed.

He picked up his cell phone from the dresser, and punched in the number. "Dad?"

"Bob?"

"No, Dad, It's me -- Denny."

Click!

Denny looked at me with such a devastated look in his eyes. "Maybe it was too soon, Denny."

RRRING! "Hello?" He answered his cell phone.

"Denny?"

"Dad! What - "

"Denny - SIGH! I guess we should talk."

"I guess we should." Denny answered.

"When?"

"I -- I feel like crap right now. I think I want to wait for a few days. Maybe that will give you -- er -- us both a little more time to think."

"Okay. You're probably right. Denny -- for what it's worth, - I love you." He hung up before Denny could answer back.

"Well, I guess I'm his son again, at least. He said he loved me."

"I figured it was a misunderstanding -- of some sort. I've only met your dad once, and the black and white change in him seemed too stark. There's something else going on -- or something."

"Well, anyway, I'm relieved he's talking to me."

Knock-knock. This time mom waited until I opened the door. "Would you guys like to come to the table to eat, or would it be easier to eat in here? I can bring in a tray, if you like."

I looked at Denny. Painfully stood up. "I think it would be easier to eat at a table, actually, Mrs. Balser. That is, if you can stand looking at my grotesque face."

"Oh, don't say that. It's just bandages! It's kinda mysterious, in a way. We will have to wait for awhile to actually see the boy who stole our boy's heart. Come in when you're ready."

We walked into the dining room and even with his face covered, I could see his eyes widen. "Don't feel like you have to eat any more than you are ready for, dear," Mom said. Eat as much or as little as you like."

"Thank you." Denny said. "Actually I'm pretty hungry."

"Well, that's good, because Donna likes it when hungry boys eat her food!" Mr. Balser said.

She had fixed skinless chicken breast fillets, seared then cooked in gravy with carrots and potatoes. Also corn on the cob and a nice salad. Denny ate like he was famished. The energy from the food, along with maybe the caffeine in the Sunkist orange soda, seemed to perk Denny up.

"Would you boys like to stay here while Denny recuperates?" Dad asked me, getting nodded confirmation from mom.

"Denny has to go back for blood tests each day, to check for infection." I had decided to let the doctor tell Denny that his nose had to be reset. "Since my place is so close to the hospital, I think that there would be a better place to stay. But thanks for asking. Also, I'm going to go talk to his professors -- maybe get some assignments -- to make sure he doesn't get too far behind."

"No, Rob, I don't think -- they may recognize your car." Denny said. "I don't want anything happening to YOU, because of me!"

"If that punk even looks at me funny, I'll - "

"Robbie, I think you better listen to him. There may be more than one or two." Mom said.

"Okay," I backed down, "I'll drive Denny's car."

"Thanks!" Denny said.

"What??" I said then got it. "Oh. Sorry! Well, it's true -- my car does kind of draw attention." I felt my cheeks heat up. "Well??!! It's not my fault!"

"You're right, Rob," my dad said, "It's my fault! I could trade it for a more sensible car, son -- say like my Buick!"

"No way!" I said. "Hey! How about this. We trade for a week or so. That way, I can transport Denny in relative comfort."

My dad got this almost lustful look in his eye. "That might work!" If he wanted a Corvette I don't know why he doesn't have one. We exchanged keys.

"Did anyone leave room for dessert?" Mom said.

"I did!" Denny blurted out, then his neck and ears turned a bright red! Mom and Dad both laughed.

"Well, they have THAT in common!" My dad said. Mom brought out home made shortcakes, and crushed strawberries and bananas and whipped cream to top them off.

Later, in my dad's big Buick Park Avenue Limited, Denny said, "I thought you were just taking a long lunch today."

"Well, wasn't it long enough for you?" I kidded. "I called them and they said it was fine to take off the rest of the day. How are you feeling? You seemed to perk up at dinner."

"Actually, I feel pretty good. As a matter of fact, I was hoping maybe we could swing by Nordstrom."

"How come?"

"I wanted to buy some new pajamas. Mine are all too small for me now. It's been so long since I have worn them."

"So -- er -- why start now?"

"You do!"

"Heh, funny thing. And just when I was thinking about giving mine up!" I said, casting a sidelong, grinning glance at him.

"Oh. Okay." Denny said. I could hear his smile under the bandages. "Um -- so -- I usually sleep -- um - "

"Commando?" I asked. He nodded his head. (Commando is nude!) "Sounds good to me -- as long as you don't expect ME to -- wear anything!"

It was just getting dark as we came to my place. I helped him into the house, then locked up the garage. When I came back in, he was in the bedroom, trying to carefully remove his shirt, over his bandaged head. "Wait a minute, Sweetie." I said, and I helped him out of it. I then gently pushed him down and then removed his shoes. He went for his belt, but I restrained his hand. "Nope! I get to do that." I undressed him, then lifted his legs and feet up onto the bed. I shed my own clothes and lay down next to him.

He was on his back. He struggled a little to turn on his side to face me. I gingerly touched his bandaged face. It wasn't completely covered, but there were wide bandages criss-crossing around his nose, which was also bandaged. He winced as his arm came up and his hand caressed my face. I leaned in to him and kissed his lips tenderly. He opened his mouth. I slipped my tongue in and he sucked on it. Then he pulled me into a close embrace. I heard him moan from the pain, but he was in control.

I kissed his neck, and fiddled gently with his nipples. They immediately perked up and stiffened. I could see that that wasn't the only thing stiffening "up"! I kissed each of his nipples, gently nibbling and sucking. This was all new to me, but it was really turning me on! I then kissed my way down to his navel. There was some sand in it. I dug it out, giggling. Then I touched the head of his manhood. He took a sharp intake of breath. I wet my finger and ran it around and around the head. A little pearly drop squeezed out the end, as it winked closed again.

I picked up the drop on my finger, and rubbed it between my fingers. I put it up to my nose. Then I did something I `d never done. I tasted it. My first tasted of semen! It was kind of salty, but there was so little it was hard to tell. I then looked into his eyes intently. There was no expectation in them -- only love -- and acceptance of what I was doing.

I dropped my head and mouth over the head of his dick. He moaned -- this time in pleasure. I sucked and bobbed a few times, then came back to his mouth, and kissed him deeply, all the while stroking his shaft. He was by this time sobbing and panting at the same time. I stopped.

"What's wrong?" I said.

"Nothing. NOT ONE THING! Everything's perfect. Rob -- I love you so much. I didn't think - " Then he cried, "It's close!" I jacked it up faster and fasted. He started to take gulps of air and on an impulse, I quickly bent down and took him in again, and started bobbing for all I was worth. He cried out at the same time as he filled my mouth with his first spurt of semen. It was -- GROSS! I almost choked. But I hid it from him. I took it all in and swallowed it. It was so gross tasting -- but I was determined not to let him know.

When he was completely spent, I just lay there with his quickly softening member in my mouth. I could taste it still in my mouth. Already I was beginning to love it -- because it was his. It was my Denny's substance. I lay there loving him more than I thought it was possible to love another human being, his breathing got ever more slow. I looked up and he was smiling in his sleep.

Notes. So Denny got another piece of Rob's cherry. I know it was worth the wait for Rob. I hope it was for you. Comments, as usual, are welcome. Address them to Steve at s4d@hotmail.com. Be sure to put "Rob" in the subject line. Thanks --and love! Steve

Bottom line: Love will Rule in the end.