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Rustic Chivalry Chapter Eight
Robbie's best friend was Timmy Malloy, who lived two doors down from him. They were born on the same day, and became inseparable friends when Robbie came to live with his two dads. They even looked alike; blond hair, blue eyes, pug noses, same height, etc. The joke around town was that they were Siamese twins, joined at the hip, and separated at birth.
They confided their innermost thoughts to each other with the certain knowledge that their secret yearnings and desires would not be repeated to anyone in the world, not even their parents. Timmy was the only other person outside of Robbie's family, who knew that Red and Bobby were not just good friends, but lovers. Robbie described everything they did together, and Timmy became as anxious to experience the joy, as was Robbie. But each boy thought that the other was straight, and kept their feelings private.
A few weeks after Billy Saunders taught them how to masturbate, Robbie took Timmy to the secret lake in the forest for the very first time. He felt as if he might be betraying his fathers' trusts, so he asked their permission first, which they gladly granted. They knew full well that their secret place would remain a secret with Timmy. Furthermore, they both harbored the wish that maybe Robbie and Timmy would become a second generation Red and Bobby.
It happened all right, but not immediately. The first time down at the lake, the boys went skinny dipping, of course, but they also practiced whacking off. They each came three times that afternoon, and washed themselves in the lake. Robbie noted for the first time that his spunk was thickening.
In subsequent visits to the lake, they began to taste each other's cum with pleasant results. Somehow they didn't go further for a few years. Robbie had already determined that he was gay, and if Timmy wasn't, Robbie feared for their friendship, should he make an unwanted move on his best friend. Timmy harbored the same doubts and fears.
One beautiful summer day at the lake, when they were fifteen, it was Timmy who wondered out loud what it would feel like if they whacked each other off. Robbie did not have to think about it twice. "Let's try it," he said, and without further ado, he reached over and took Timmy's fully mature cock into his palm.
Both boys were now an even six feet tall, and both would grow another inch before they were done. Their uncut cocks had reached a hefty four inches flaccid, and seven and a half inches when they became happy. Robbie still jokingly referred to an erect cock as a happy cock.
Timmy was intending to reach over and take Robbie's cock in his hand, but the pleasure he was experiencing as Robbie stroked him, rendered him unable to move. He felt his orgasm approaching, but couldn't even speak to warn Robbie. Robbie needed no warning. He felt Timmy's balls harden and shrink, and he stroked harder. Timmy came all over Robbie's face, and his own stomach and chest. Robbie continued to stroke until Timmy begged him to stop.
Robbie bent over Timmy and proceeded to slurp up all his cum from his torso. Timmy wiped the cum off Robbie's face and sucked his fingers dry. "That was mind bogglin'," Timmy whimpered. "Give me a sec, and I'll do it to ya."
For months after that, they continued to mutually masturbate each other and eat their cum. That was as far as it went. They never held each other or thought of kissing. Robbie was still afraid to do anything overtly homosexual to his probably straight buddy. Neither of the boys was thinking very keenly, or they would have realized that neither of them was dating girls or seeking their company. Timmy desired Robbie as much as Robbie desired him, but each was afraid to make the first move.
On the Sunday after their sixteenth birthdays, they went swimming after church. They took a quick dip in the lake, and then lay down side by side. Instinctively they reached for each other's cocks and started stroking. Suddenly Timmy pulled away.
"I got somethin' to tell ya Robbie. It may put an end to our friendship, but I gotta risk it." He paused, searching for words. "I love ya. I love ya the way my folks love each other. More important, I love ya the way yer fathers love each other. I wanna make love to ya so bad, I ache sometimes. There, I said it, and I ain't sorry."
"My God, my God," Robbie mumbled, unable to believe what he had just heard. Lemme show ya somthin." He reached into a side pocket of the carrier he had brought their lunch in, and pulled out a tube of Vaseline.
"I been bringing this with me ever since we started jerkin' each other off, wishin' and wishin' against all hope. I thought ya was straight and I was too chicken to say anythin'. Thank ya Timmy for speakin up'. Now I wanna do somethin' I've wanted to do since we met." He leaned into Timmy and gave him a closed mouth kiss.
"Is that the best ya can do?" Timmy asked. He pushed Robbie's lips apart with his tongue and invaded Robbie's mouth. Their tongues began to tickle each other, and their cocks grew larger and happier than ever before.
After enjoying that sensation for a while, Robbie leaned over and started to lick Timmy's cock up and down the shaft, remembering how his fathers did it. Timmy wiggled his ass, and purred like a kitten. "I've wanted us to do this, and more, forever," Timmy sighed.
Robbie took that as his go ahead, and he took Timmy's tool into his mouth as far as it would go. He was careful not to allow his teeth to rub his lover's cock. He ran his tongue up and down the shaft, and pumped it with his lips. Timmy's cock had never been so happy in its life. He barely had time to warn Robbie that he was cumming when he gushed into his mouth. Robbie tried to swallow all of it, but some of the precious custard pudding ran down his chin. He wiped it off, and offered it to Timmy, who devoured it.
They lay side by side after that for a long time, catching their breaths, and recovering. They turned to each other simultaneously, as if reading their minds. "I love ya'" Timmy said.
"I love ya more," Robbie responded and started to kiss Timmy with an open mouth. They kissed like this for quite a while, and as they did, they fondled each other. Robbie was as hard as a rock, and Timmy leaned over him and proceeded to give him the same pleasure he had just received. Robbie came just as fast. "Let's clean up," Robbie said, "and when we get hard again, let's try fuckin'" They ran to the water hand in hand, and spent a good amount of time grab-assing in the lake.
About a half hour earlier. Red and Bobby went to the lake for a swim. That's all they intended to do, since now they could make love at home as often as they were able. They knew that the boys were skinny dipping, but had no idea that anything more was going on. For a fact Robbie was comfortable with their nudity, and they hoped that Timmy would be also. They entered the clearing to the lake, while Timmy was down on their son, sucking his cock.
They pulled back immediately. They were shocked at what they had just seen, and at the same time, they were pleased as punch. They always felt that they would be more comfortable with a gay son in the house than a straight son. Hell, if Timmy wanted to sleep over some time, like he used to do, when they were little, that would be all right too.
They debated staying or going. The boys made the decision for them when they went into the water. They decided to go down to the lake, and they spread a blanket right next to the boys'. They stripped while Robbie and Timmy were still unaware of their presence.
As they left the water, the boys spotted Red and Bobby. They were shocked. Both men were lying on their backs on the blanket, their cocks obviously at half-staff. Their bodies were touching. They were holding hands and their eyes were closed.
When Robbie got his voice back, he asked, "What are ya two guys doin' here?"
"We just reckoned we'd take some sun, and have a short swim," Bobby said.
"I hope we ain't disturbin' ya," Red added. "Don' forget. This is our secret hideaway. We're only lending it to ya'll."
"No, Red, it's fine. It's just we weren't expectin' company." In the past few years, Robbie had begun to call his fathers by their first names to avoid confusion. It wasn't fine at all. The boys were expecting to fuck each other, and now Red and Bobby had spoiled their plans. The fact that they were all naked, didn't bother anyone except Timmy, who got over it quick enough.
"Hey Robbie, yer Mama called. She and Jimmy, and Red and me, are goin' out to dinner tonight to some fancy place in Lyndhurst. It's their anniversary, and she asked if ya wouldn' mind baby-sittin' yer brother and sister," Bobby informed his son. Robbie loved Jimmy Jr., who was seven now, and he adored Melanie who was five, but he never liked baby-sitting them. He just didn't feel that he was very good at parenting. But his over active brain saw this as an opportunity to consummate his love for Timmy. He would get the kids in bed, and Timmy and he could have a go at it.
"I don' mind at all, if Timmy can come with me."
"I'm sure Jimmy and your mom won't mind. They're very fond of Timmy," Red interjected. "Just be there by 6 PM."
Sue-Ann gave the boys instructions about everything, more than they would ever need. "What time do ya think y'all will be home? There's no rush. I'd just like to know," Robbie asked. He really wanted to know how long it would be safe for him to play with Timmy after the kids were laid down.
"Probly around eleven," Jimmy said.
They left the boys in charge, and went out to their car to pick up Red and Bobby. It was mid-summer and it was still plenty light outside. Robbie and Timmy played hide and seek with the kids in the back yard, and got them good and tuckered out. Fortunately the children were old enough to shower themselves, with a minimum of help from their brother and his friend. After their showers, Robbie fed them a cookie with a glass of milk. The kids were asleep in a few short minutes. Robbie shut all the lights in the house and the new lovers sat down on the sofa. Unfortunately, they did not fuck each other that night. It was too inhibiting. What if Robbie's mom and Jimmy came home early? What if one or both kids woke up and needed something? They confined their activities to sucking their cocks, while fully dressed. They could cover up quickly if they needed to.
They didn't have to wait long to consummate their love. It was summer and Jimmy had given Robbie a job in his restaurant, but he didn't have to be there until noon. Timmy worked at Burger King and he didn't have to be there until 3 PM. Early Monday morning, Timmy stood at his window, and when he saw Red and Bobby leave for work, he ran over to Robbie's house.
Robbie was in his robe. He had purposely not dressed. He let Timmy in and locked the door. They headed for Robbie's bedroom, and on the way, Timmy pleaded, "Please Robbie, fuck me first."
In years to come they would try many different positions, but this first time, they did it doggie style. Robbie wondered if he would have the nerve to ask his fathers for some advice and instructions, and inquire as to what was their favorite position.
Robbie ran his tongue up and down Timmy's crack as he had once seen his fathers do, and he grew faint. He could smell the soap from Timmy's last shower. He could also smell a musky odor, and the combination intoxicated him. He tried to enter Timmy's ass with his tongue, but couldn't get very far, so he gave up the foreplay. He grabbed the ever ready tube of Vaseline. He coated his stiff cock generously and greased Timmy's ass as far up as he could reach. Robbie mounted Timmy. Somehow he knew it would hurt, and he pushed in very slowly. Nobody had advised him to do so. When he was all the way in, he asked Timmy how it felt.
"It hurts like hell," Timmy said, "but don' ya pull out. Just lie still `til I get used to ya." Robbie did as instructed. As they lay perfectly still, Robbie began to kiss Timmy's neck. This relaxed Timmy and the pain began to subside.
"Now," he instructed Robbie. "Now ya can start pumpin'."
After the third stroke, Robbie's manhood scraped against Timmy's prostate. That was all the boy needed to realize that he was having the sexual experience to end all sexual experiences. He begged Robbie to pump harder, and before Robbie even had a hint that his orgasm was starting, Timmy came all over Robbie's sheets. As he climaxed, his ass contracted and expanded, and Robbie knew he was going to cum quickly, and he did. When Timmy felt Robbie's cum squirting up his bowels, he cried out, "Robbie, I love ya, I love ya so much."
Robbie tried to stay in as long as he could, but alas, he slipped out way too soon. He lay on top of Timmy, reluctant to move. Finally Timmy said, "I got spunk all over your bed. We better clean it up."
"No use cleanin' up until we're done," Robbie laughed. Before we both go to work, I intend to make lots more o' that stuff." He kissed Timmy's neck again, and realized that he was hard again. He slipped into Timmy easily now, and they both had another fantastic orgasm.
After that, they did get up and cleaned the sheets. "They'll be dry before my dads get home," Robbie observed.
Tomorra we'll switch," Timmy promised. Then Robbie said something very similar to what his father had said many years ago to Red. He had no way of knowing, of course, but he said it none the less.
"I love ya Timmy Malloy. Please don' ever leave me. I could no longer live without ya, than I could live without my heart."
To be continued...