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

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

From Chapter 8:

We both were completely spent! After we rested for a time, we headed for the showers again. As we were washing each other, first Chris and Craig, and then Seth and Luke appeared and took up the other two shower stations. No one said anything at first. I felt hot cheeks and ears, while Denny was blushing a deep crimson! Finally Craig spoke up.

"That was pretty hot, Robbie!"

"You guys!" I said. "You were waiting for us, weren't you!?"

"Yeah," Seth said, "what took you so long?"

"We were -- hey!" I said. "I don't have to explain myself to you guys! Fuck you!" I laughed.

"Rob!!" all the rest of the guys exclaimed in mock indignity. We all laughed hysterically!

Chapter 9

I Woke up and turned over. Denny was lying face up, his mouth slightly open, drooling a little down his face and neck. As it was warm, he was lying uncovered, in his nakedness. This boy was no jock, but he looked angelic, as he slept. His face grimaced a little and sladder-phlabt! He farted. I don't know why, but this tickled me. I giggled. He opened his eyes.

"I was having the nicest dream!" he said.

"Is that what made you fart?"

"Is that what woke me up?" He looked at my grinning face. "God, you're beautiful!" He said.

"No, I'm Rob!" I joked.

"Sorry!" He was learning that I didn't like taking the Lord's name in vain. "But you are so -- angelic!"

"Heh! I was thinking the same about you!"

"How do you feel?" He asked.

"Sore!"

"Sorry again!"

"It was worth it!" I answered. "Does it ever get so it doesn't hurt in the morning?"

"I don't know. It's not like I'm all that experienced. But I imagine you'll get used to it!"

"Hmm. Do I get to turn the tables tonight?"

He looked at my hardening manhood, and frowned. "Well, you'll have to go easy! Garth was not nearly so big!"

"I know."

"You do?" he chided.

"I have eyes!" I said defensively. "He's not small, though!"

"My point exactly -- you've got yourself a monster there!" Denny grinned.

"But I'm willing to share!" I quipped.

"MMMmmmm! Well, tonight at home, we won't have so much of an audience."

"Maybe we should leave early!" I joked.

"Whoa, there, pardner! You have to spend some time with your brothers from Vermont!"

"And I'll bet," I quickly added, "that you will want to get to know Seth a little better!"

"Yeah," he said offhandedly, "and Luke. "How'd they meet?"

"Tell you what. I'll bet they'd not mind telling you. Right now I want some of this!" and I kissed him. He kissed me back for a moment, then pushed me of and over on to my back. Then he climbed on top of me.

"You don't hafta wait `til tonight, ya know!" He said after kissing me again, then he scooted down and took my raging woody into his mouth. I let out a little shriek and then he drew back up and said, "I wanna try this." and he tried to get all of me down his throat. He gagged. "No, not yet!" he said and he tried again. "Oh well, you're monster is just too big to do that!" Then he started bobbing fast.

"Ohhhh -- uhhhhh! Oh my g-g-gosh!" I exclaimed as he went for the gold medal in the 50 meter dash! He brought me to the fastest climax I could remember. I felt the hot stuff explode into his mouth, as he made me feel like a piston. I bucked and moaned, trying to keep quiet. Finally I was all spent, and he just kept on sucking like it was his own personal all-day-sucker. Even as it softened in his mouth it felt so good! As it softened he went all the way down to the base, and swallowed it all. When he reached full depth, he kept swallowing. Finally he couldn't hold his breath any longer, and stopped.

"There, I did it!" He said, with a giggle. I didn't say anything. I couldn't! "You okay, Robbie?"

I breathed deep and then whispered, "That was incredible." I pulled him back up on top of me. He tasted of my cum, but it was not too bad, and all I wanted to do was kiss him and make him know how much I loved him.

When we woke up the second time, it was Craig knocking. "Just a minute!", I said as I hopped out from under Denny and cracked the door open.

"We're going to church. Wanna come?" he said.

I giggled.

"Yeah, we heard you early this morning! Boy it must be like getting a new toy! Did you know that your voice carries very well though these supposedly sound-proof walls?"

"Sorry." I said.

"No, it's okay! We were right there with you. But you came so fast, we couldn't keep up!"

"Why, what were -- "

"We were wanking in time with you -- haha -- like you used to do with us! So it must have been pretty hot, by the little girl sounds you were making before the train came in!"

I was blushing deep red -- and grinning. "It was." I admitted. "So -- are Jake and Colin taking the kids to church?"

"I don't know. You can ask them at breakfast. Etta still does Sunday breakfast at 9:00 Sharp. That's a half hour."

"We'll be there!" I said

He whistled as he did a head to foot shot of me. The door had swung open and I was standing there Full Monte, with my dick still red and glistening from it's ordeal. "That Denny's one lucky fuck!" He said. I slammed the door.

"He's right you know!" Denny affirmed.

Craig always knocked me off balance, with his off the wall comments. He says the most outlandish things of all the guys in our little group. But it's impossible not to love him. And now it was impossible to just ignore what Denny just said to me -- but I tried.

"What, no response?" He chided me.

"I don't know what I'm supposed to say. I love you. When you say things like that, I feel like I should say something, but - - and I guess you really mean it -- so - - thanks!"

"That's all I need. I DID mean it!"

"Well, it seems trite for me just to parrot back to you what you just said," I said, "but for what it's worth, I feel the same. I feel it is me who is the lucky one."

Tears started to leak out of his eyes and roll down onto his bandages. He quickly looked at the floor.

"What? What is it, Denny?" I asked.

"You -- you - " his voice broke. "Rob! Your are perfect! In every way! Look at me! I'm a mess!"

"In the first place, I'm far from perfect, Denny. I - "

"You KNOW what I mean, you - "

"No I DON'T know what you mean. Yes I have eyes. I can see in the mirror. I know I'm not bad to look at. But neither are you! You certainly can't be talking about my size! I had no more to do with that than I did with my looks!"

"Can you honestly tell me that you would consider going out with me, if we had just met?"

"That's not fair! We DIDN'T just meet. I've loved you -- well -- almost since the moment I saw you at my cousin's funeral. It was definitely animal attraction at that time -- mostly -- but there was something that was there -- something in your eyes or your countenance -- which melted my heart. Tell me this: If I were to be seriously injured, would you stop loving me?"

"Now you're being stupid! I - "

"Okay, I don't want to descend to name calling, but take a look at what you just said. And now, consider this: I love you, Denny -- for better or worse. I dearly hope that's the way you love me!"

"You know it is!"

"You know what? No! I don't know it is when you say things like you just said. How can you love someone you don't believe can love you back - unconditionally?"

He looked at me through his tears. "I -- I -- I'm just so afraid -- of -- of - "

"Of what, S -- Denny?" I was going to say "Sweetheart", but thought better of it. Loaded words like that can make a conversation -- especially an argument -- phony. I drilled into him, expecting an answer.

Almost not audibly, he continued, whispering to the floor, "losing you."

I walked slowly to him. As I walked I said, "I hope that it is your lingering amnesia which is confusing you, Denny. I am sorry if I have not given you enough reason to trust my love to be forever. That's how I feel."

His face came up a little. His eyes looked up into mine, tears still flowing. "I -- I'll -- do everything -- in my power -- to remember that."

I took him into my arms and held him. He started to shake, as his sobs caught up to his eyes. Neither of us had a stitch of clothes on. And we weren't the least bit sexually excited. I gave his head a gentle squeeze and said, "We had better get down to breakfast. We'll talk more later. I am going to have to ask you some hard - um -- requests in the coming weeks and months."

"What?" he said more than asked.

"It involves my own assault and battery trial." I said, as I pulled on my boxers. "I may need you to press charges against that idiot, to make my defense easier."

"Oh. Yeah, I see that!" he said. We got dressed and went down to breakfast. At breakfast, we learned that Carrie was taking Jake and Colin to LAX. They had to be there at 4:30. They were planning to go to church, so we agreed. It was no stretch of logic that it would be easier for us to take them on our way home. But I had the Vette! Carrie shyly (yeah, I know -- not in character!) suggested we trade cars for the week and we come back the next week. Maybe a better word than shy was cagey!

As I was considering this, Etta said, "And you can leave you shy-boy here and Etta will fix him up good."

That was all I needed. I looked at Denny to assure he understood. He blinked. "Oh! That's me!" His lower lip came out a bit, and then he said Okay. I thought I knew what he was considering. I think he was a little relieved about tonight! Well, that would just have to wait. I felt a small surge flex my dick as I thought about it, then it passed. Then I saw Denny look eagerly at both Seth and Luke. I wondered how much homework they would get done.

"He can borrow some of my clothes," Chris said

I agreed to trade my Vette for Carrie's big SUV. I was used to driving it. I always drove as we were dating. "You better be careful with my Escalade!" she admonished jokingly. Her eyes were dancing excitedly. I knew why.

In church, Yuri and Ursula crawled all over me. And all over every other person in our group! The sermon was on an outgrowth of the "golden rule": making decisions that were best for all concerned. I thought of our dealings earlier, and felt at peace.

The ride to the airport was typically busy -- traffic-wise. I dropped them all off, and drove on home, exhausted. I fell into bed. I felt like I needed a shower but sleep overtook me quickly. The last thing I remembered was what Denny and I were supposed to in this same bed, this same night. I smiled as I felt his side of the bed to make sure he wasn't there.

I was floating over Denny's bed at the Smith's guesthouse. He looked so peaceful. His lips curled into a smile, like he was having a sweet dream. I heard a small squeak. I looked toward the sound. It was the door opening. A smallish boy, with his hair in his eyes, looked over at the sleeping angel on the bed. It was Seth. He glided noiselessly to the bed and seemed to float up onto it. He snuggled up inside Denny's curled up body. Denny's arm came over his side and caressed Seth's chest, playing with the smooth skin on his neck. Seth closed his eyes, smiling contentedly.

Then I looked over and noticed Luke was standing in the door watching. He shook his head and disappeared from the doorway. I heard sniffling coming from the other room. I floated out and saw Luke lying on the couch, crying. I came down atop him, and hugged him. He looked at me, but more like through me, unseeing. He hugged himself, but it felt like he hugged me.

I woke up staring at the barely visible ceiling. I felt the empty side of the bed. Dreams! What did they mean? I felt the other side of the bed. I felt a deep loneliness.

RRRRing!

I looked at my clock radio. 3:18 AM. MY heart sank.

"Hello?" I asked fearfully. I heard a shuddering sigh on the other side of the line.

"You okay?" came the sleepy voice.

"Denny?"

"Yes. I just had a bad dream. Aye you alright?"

"I'm -- f-fine. Other than I was having my own weird dream -- and then I got a scary phone call!"

"I'm sorry! I just dreamed that you were in a horrible accident."

"I'm fine."

"I woke up crying -- screaming, I guess. Seth came in and held me for awhile."

"Really?" I said, now feeling spooked. "Where was Luke?"

"Don't know. He peeked in on us, and then left."

"Where's Seth now?" I asked.

"In his bedroom -- I guess -- after he left, assuring me it was only a dream."

"Guess he didn't convince you."

"Robbie, I miss you so much! I don't want to stay here all week."

"I'll come get you after work today!" I said. I didn't dare tell him of my dream. It's just too spooky to bother his already confused mind with. I'll tell him later maybe.

I heard another very audible sigh. "Okay. I'm -- I'm sorry I'm such a -- baby -- such a bother!"

"Don't ever think of yourself that way, Sweetheart." I actually TRIED to croon! "I love you more than I can tell you. I'll try to show you when I get you home." I smirked to myself.

"I will now be counting the hours!" I could hear the grin in his voice!

"Be sure to tell Carrie I'm coming. I want to take my own car home."

"Heh! She'll be disappointed!"

"Oh well!" I said. "And Denny?"

"Yeah?"

"Omigosh, I wish I could make you know how much I love you!"

"I think I know. G'night."

"'Night, Sweetie."

I went back to sleep and immediately I was holding Denny. Somehow our love for each other was felt by both of us and words were not necessary.

I left directly from work, and at least missed some of the traffic. When I got there, Etta were pressing for us to stay the night and go home in the morning. I prevailed. I told them both I loved them, but I needed to get back. We didn't even stay for dinner. We stopped at McDonalds for one of their new salads. Well, I did! Denny had a huge cholesterol-laden fat-burger!

We arrived home at 9:30. Denny was asleep and I was so exhausted I could hardly get out of the car. We probably should have stayed. But here we were, safe at home -- at last. Pulling off the street and into my garage did not even wake him up. He was as curled up as a 6-foot guy could get in a Corvette. I opened his door and shook him. He just moaned. I picked him up like a baby and carried him into the bed.

I stripped down and went and stood under the shower. I fell asleep standing there -- I'm not sure how long -- I blinked and then soaped myself down, the rinsed off and toweled off. I climbed in my side of the bed. As soon as I was comfortable, Denny turned over and lay on top of me, his head on my chest. I fell asleep stroking his hair.

No dreams. I woke up to the soft music of the clock-radio. I first smelled the wonderful odor of my lover. I felt like I was in heaven. I almost turned off the radio, but thought better of it, and got up.

"Aw, do you have to go?" He complained.

"I don't want to, but -- yes I have to go. Will you be okay here by yourself? Never mind! I'll call your mom." I turned around and he was already sleeping again. At 8:30, I called Denny's mom to tell her we were home. "--- yes, I think it would be a good idea if you come. Okay. Wow! Thanks. I love you too. Bye!"

I wondered if she meant that -- or was it just an automatic response.

At work, I got a call from my dad. The preliminary hearing was set for the next Tuesday. One week. I talked to my boss. She was very understanding. I took the next day off to prepare for that event. When I arrived home, Mrs. Miggs -- Carol -- was preparing a wonderful dinner. I smelled it before I got to the door. I was met at the door by Mr. Miggs -- er -- James. He shook my hand, then pulled me into a close hug.

"I've been doing a lot of reading!" he grinned at me. "I understand you people are supposed to like hugs."

"I -- er -- I don't know about `us people', but" I grinned back, "I like them just fine!"

"Sorry, Son -- oh! Would you prefer me not to call you that?"

"Rob is fine -- for now." I said.

"Well -- ROB -- as I was saying, I've been doing some reading, and also Roger -- our attorney -- advised me -- er -- set me straight on some things. I'll tell you more at dinner."

Well, this I wanted to hear. "Where's Denny."

"Getting ready for dinner." I headed into the bedroom. I opened the door silently. Denny was standing at the bathroom counter, combing his hair. A towel was wrapped around his waist. I tiptoed up behind him. I whispered, "Hi, Sexy!"

He giggled. I touched his wet skin. He turned and smiled, demurely.

"Your nose! It looks -- did you - "

"Mom took me to the doctor today." He turned back to the mirror. "He said it looked very good. Said there would be a small scar, but it would not show much in the crevice it is in." There was only a small band aid in each side now, and one over the top. I caressed his skin again and then ran my finger down inside the towel. I suddenly yanked it loose.

He looked so good in the mirror. I could see both sides at once. I was like a kid in a candy store, not knowing what to grab first. His wonderful butt! It was free of any kind of blemish -- almost pure white -- well, pink, maybe. The small amount of fat on his sides -- love handles -- were begging to be squeezed. The wet hair at the base of his neck wanted to be sucked. Oh! There was something else that wanted to be sucked. Or maybe it was just my own projection that made it seem so. It was not standing up, but was at it's full potential, soft, ready to spring into action at any moment. I subdued my urges and put a red kiss on his white butt with a snap of the towel!

"Ouch!" he yelped. He jumped and I saw his dick flip up and then go limp! "YOU can wait in the other room!" he admonished me, giggling.

I opened the door to go back out to the living room. Dinner smelled good -- like it does when it's about ready. "MMMmmmm! Smells good!" I said. "Can you smell that, Swwetie?"

"No. The doc says I may be smell-deprived for awhile, if it's s problem now."

"Well, at least you can still taste."

"Yeah, but so much taste is in the smell, even that will be affected."

"Poor baby!" I said. I then closed the door and walked to him and wrapped my arms around him from the rear. "I'll try to make up for that for you. Do you need any help getting ready?"

"Sure. Pick out something for me to wear. You have better taste than I do any way -- speaking of taste!"

I picked out a pair of white boxers, which was easy since that's all he wears! Then a white crew neck tee and some faded, relaxed-fit jeans. Then some white sweat sox.

"I coulda picked that out!" he complained.

"What can I say?" I said. "It doesn't matter what you wear -- you always look good!"

"Thanks!" He said, sounding a little too pleased.

"Well, except now you have that cauliflower nose!" I added.

He ran into the bathroom and checked it out. "Hey Rob? C'mere." He called to me out of the bathroom. I walked into the bathroom, and he said, very low, "Fuck you - - Sweetie!"

"You getting' horny again already?" I said. "Can't it wait until your parents are gone?" He grabbed me and kissed me.

"AHEM!" Came his dad's voice from right behind me. Shit! "Are you boys ready for dinner?"

"We'll be right out, Dad." Denny replied, as he quickly pulled away.

"It's okay, Dennis - - -really." He put his hand on my shoulder from behind. "We need to talk sometime -- soon!" And he patted me on the butt.

We followed him out to the dining room. His mom had fixed creamed tuna and peas on toast for us, with an array of fresh vegetables. "How did you know this was one of my favorite dinners, Mrs. Miggs?

"I called your mother." She said simply.

"You did?" I asked incredulously.

"Why??" Asked Denny, even more incredulously. It was easy to see he was disturbed.

She smiled. "Your dad asked me to fix a special dinner, Dennis. I'm going home after dinner and - - " She looked at Denny's dad.

" - - and I would like to have a chat with the two of you -- after she leaves." His dad said. He smiled up at his wife, as she prepared to sit down with us to eat.

We did some idle chit-chat during dinner, and Mrs. Miggs got up to get dessert. She was secretive about bringing it out. When she brought out a tray with four separate dishes of Crème broulee! I looked at it and blurted out, "No SHIT!" Then I turned purple. "I'm sorry, but - "

"It's okay!" She said, "You mom warned me you may react unusually." She looked very pleased, as she set a dish down in front of me. I took my spoon and cracked the shell on top.

"Perfect!" I said, trying my best no to drool in it! I tasted it. It melted in my mouth. "Whatever you tell us tonight, Mr. Miggs -- it's okay in advance!" I joked.

When the dessert was gone, and we all helped with the dishes, She left. He wasted no time.

"Sit down boys!" He sat at the table, so we did too.

He looked at us both, as if wondering how to start. "Okay, first of all, I want to ask your forgiveness. I'm so sorry for any -- pain -- or extra consternation I may have caused you. God knows you both have been through enough. The day that I blew up, I was totally out of line. Can you forgive me that?"

I looked at Denny. He looked like he was confused. He said as much. "Well, first, of course I forgive you. What you did that night did hurt and confuse me. You knew I was gay -- and seemed to be fine with it. Then you seemed to turn like Jekyl to Hyde."

"Thanks for forgiving me so easily."

"Well, under the circumstances, it worked out, didn't it? Because of what you did that night, I an living now with Rob." Denny looked at me and smiled wide. "I love that part of it!"

"Okay, well, let me explain a little. Your mother knows this -- I have told her since my blow up. The guys at work were doing some gay bashing. As you said, I already knew you were gay. I was so pissed -- er -- angry that day. Yet I couldn't say anything. I was afraid that they might suspect something."

"Yeah, that would be a humiliating thing to have to admit" Denny said, "That your son is gay." He seemed like he was trying his best not to sound bitter.

"I suppose you're right, Son. But it was more than that. It forced me to look at why I was feeling increasingly -- uneasy about it." He quickly stood and walked toward the sink, seeming to breathe faster. He came back and sat down again.

"I struggled with my conflicting feelings. I told myself that it wasn't me. I told myself that I always had tender feeling for everyone. But it was that very night that I finally had to admit it. I had to admit to myself that - " His voice cracked. "That I was at least a bit more tender when thinking about men!"

He stopped there and looked at Denny. I looked between the two of them, hardly believing what I was hearing. Mr. Miggs had tears in his eyes. Denny looked like he had just gotten hit over the head with a 4x4!

"You -- mean - " Denny stammered, "You mean -- you -- you -- you- CAN't be! DAD'S are NOT GAY! Not MY dad! What the FUCK are you saying?" Denny was shaking.

"Denny, calm - " I started.

"No! YOU butt the fuck out! This is between me and my - my -- whatever the fuck he is to me!"

I was shattered to have him yell at me like that. His dad spoke. "It's okay Rob. He needs to get it out. I needed to get it out. It's his turn. Denny, I'm not gay -- but - - I am attracted to men -- sexually -- always have been. I just finally admitted it. I'm still in love with your mother. I still love having sex with her. I told her this and she reacted about like you did, then she calmed down. Now -- believe it or not -- we are closer than we have ever been."

Both Denny's and my mouth dropped open.

"Boys," he started, then stood up as if to emphasize the next part. He lowered his voice to a whisper. "Boys secrets don't work. There was a wedge between us that neither of us knew was there. Now the wedge is gone."

"So -- you still -- still - " Denny stammered.

"I still love your mother. Even more! And Denny -- I love you even more!" Mr. Miggs was still standing. Denny got up and stepped to him. The embraced. Denny broke down and sobbed on his dad's shoulder. Denny was facing me, drilling me with his eyes. I silently got up and put my arms around both of them.

Mr. Miggs looked at me. "Thank you -- Son!" he said. I lay my head between his shoulder and Denny's. closed my eyes and felt as if we had found a little piece of heaven. Denny's hand drifter low, and he squeezed my butt. I giggled softly, as I wondered if his other hand was doing the same to his dad.

"Dad, I'm sorry I blew up!" Denny said.

"That makes two of us." Mr. Miggs said.

Now I think I'd better get home to your mother. I happen to know she has another very special dessert cooked up for me at home! He grinned from ear to ear.

After he left, Denny and I went into the bedroom and had our own dessert. It was yummy!

Notes: How many guys are gay bashing because they are so insecure about their own sexuality? I believe it is more widespread than we know of! Please comment, if you like, to s4d@hotmail.com. Please put "rob" in the subject line. Thanks and love, Steve.

Bottom line: Love will Rule in the end.