Date: Thu, 13 Jan 2011 23:34:52 -0700
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Robin 2

Robin
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)


2. Forging the Bonds

In the morning I got up first.  One look out of the window convinced me
that driving was less then a good idea.  Last night was only the forth or
fifth time I had shared a bed with another person since Gloria's death.  It
was good, it was so good, so comfortable.  Well, had I been alone I
probably would have pushed on or at least tried to but...

Spending the day exploring the bounds of lust sure sounded better then the
bounds of blizzard driving in south central Montana.  Robin was brushing
his teeth, bent slightly forward, his naked butt was the most inviting and
stimulating sight imaginable.  I came up behind him, peering around his
broad shoulders our two faces looked back at us; my arms wrapped around him
grasping is half hard cock and pressing my groin into his butt crack he
melted back against my chest.

"I think the driving conditions are to poor to proceed, unless you have
some appointment to keep?"

" Yes I do but it is right hear and right now," he whispered.

My hard cock slid into his ass crack, God I want to fuck him.  Within
seconds we were into a 69 position with him on top.

We renewed our room for another night.  Found breakfast, the local sex shop
and a drug store, to purchase lube, butt plugs, other toys, a BI/gay
oriented sexual manual, condoms, etc. several porn DVD's.  I liked the way
this lad conducted himself.  In the stores he was polite, observant and if
he had any questions kept then to himself until we were in the car.  The
porn shop was a real show.  He had never been in one before, his eyes were
large and he was having difficulty containing himself.  He was careful to
address me as dad within ear shot of the clerk; that did not mean we did
not get some strange looks but it probably forestalled questions of his
age.  It suppressed me at first, having a strange voice call you dad, I was
much impressed that he had the presence of mind and I kind of liked it.  In
the car Robin bubbled with excitement as he asked questions about some of
the less obvious toys and gadgets.

When we pulled into the parking lot we could see a local cop in the lobby.
We did not know for sure why the officer was in the lobby but I suspected
he was looking for Robin and he did too.  The officer was talking to the
desk clerk and looking at what appeared to be registration card.  I had
parked near the door right next to the squad car.  I instructed Robin to
address me as sir and just play cool, he knew enough about me and why I or
we were traveling, to credibly answer questions.  The officer asked our
names I told him, "I am, Derek Smyth and this is, Robin."

"That's Smyth with a `Y' not an `I'," Robin piped in.

"From Vancouver," I said.

"Canadian." asked the officer?

 "No, Washington," I replied.

"Oh," he grunted.

"Some problem," I asked?  The officer sized me up, looked at my car out the
window and saw the sign on the side with my company, city and telephone
number.

"I am looking for a 15 year old runaway or kidnapped, named Robin Smith,"
he replied?

Robin piped in again, "lots of Robin's in the world and lots of Smith's
too.  That's the downside of a common name."

"Ya, I guess so," he replied and departed.

Robin and I went back to the car to collect the remainder of our stuff and
my ibook.  Porn on a laptop is not like a big screen but in the smallish
room it would be okay, and we could do a bit of net surfing.

When we got to the room Robin looked visibly shaken.  I bid him sit down
and relax.  We talked over the situation, I praised his chutzpah and grasp
of the situation.  He noticed that we answered every question honestly.  I
noted that the officer did not ask him the two critical question to follow
up his statement, "how old are you and are you that boy?"

"I'm glad he didn't, that way I didn't need to lie."  He was angry at his
parents for sending out the troops, looking for him, "what is with this
kidnapped thing"?

He was upset that I could be in trouble for having helped him.  He was
confused and wanted to depart ASAP for parts unknown.  I suggested if we
departed now, after having renewed the room for another night, we would
raise suspicion.  That his parents were worried about him, they loved him
even if he didn't recognize that love or chose to reject it.  He was a
minor and they had a duty to try and protect him.  I would do the same, if
I thought one of my children or someone I cared about, were in any kind of
danger.

"You have no idea yet, because you don't know me well enough, just how
protective I can be."

He protested he had been told to leave.  Ya, but his dad probably didn't
believe he would do it.  I asked, because I felt I had to ask, if he wanted
to go back home.

"No," was his firm and swift answer.  He had tasted freedom and he liked
what he knew of it.  He had made his choice and could not go back, not yet
anyway.  "If I went back now, at the first sign of difficulty I would be
doomed to living in that small town under my dad's thumb for ever."

I liked his spirit, I liked his chutzpah, I liked his attitude and I liked
his body.  This boy had not only reached to my crotch but he had touched my
spirit.  This was me, well not me, but a boy one hell of a lot like I was
at his age.  My dad had never tried to hold me back, he always encouraged
rational risk taking.  Robin had engaged in sexual activity with a much
older adult, which was a risk my dad would not have approved of.  It is a
risk I would not have approved of my son or daughter taking, unless I knew
and trusted that adult.  Well I knew me and I trusted me, Robin was not
safe from carnal knowledge while in my company but he was safe from most,
if not all other harm or danger.

He was mad at his mother, for not believing him, when I made him call.

"Well, let us see if we can get them to call off the dogs," I suggested.

Robin wanted to play sex games but I held him off with a few kisses and
some fondling.  My plan was to call them again but this time routing us
through the switchboard of a large Houston based oil company client; so if
the call was traced it would lead in the wrong direction and to a dead end.

He told me his parents did not have call display.  I reminded him the cops
were now involved and if his dad used the word kidnapped, they would be
using electronic and other forms of surveillance.  He was to tell his
mother he was well, with a friend in Houston and he would contact her by
e-mail in a few days, not to let on he knew the cops were looking for him.
My old friend in Houston was glad to help, not knowing Robin's name, if
ever asked he could be completely honest in denial.  He just patched my
call through to a dial tone and Robin was on.

Robin assured mother he had not been kidnapped or harmed.  He was with a
friend in the Houston area, having spent the last day and night on a grand
journey.  He gave details of the weather etc. in Houston, we got from the
weather channel and described from my notes some of the landscape, which he
have never seen.  I don't like telling false hoods to anyone at any time
but sometimes you have little choice.

We then hatched a plan that would accomplish a number of objectives: 1,
establish a future reconciliation with his parents.  2, get him back in
school.  3, give him the experience he needed to learn if his was gay or BI
or whatever.  4, allow him to earn his way in the world.  5, make sure his
ass was available to me for a the next few months anyway.  The 5th one was
not spoken, that he wanted my ass too was not articulated either.

In the conversation with mom he would not say who his friend was or how he
got to Houston.  He told mom he was afraid dad would have him captured and
sent to a deprogramming or behavior modification camp, like he arranged for
Troy's parents, last year.  I was hoping the cops were recording this.  Mom
volunteered that the Reverend had been to see the state police to report
him missing.  He ended the conversation suggesting his dad use the prodigal
son parable as the basis of his next sermon and that she should convince
him to withdraw his missing or runaway person posting with the cops.  She
was crying at the end he said.

Robin was shaken a bit, he did not want to make his mother cry, that up set
him.  I comforted him, saying he had to say what he said.  He was not mean
or angry in his words or tone, he did not make her cry by saying hurtful
things.  Parents are supposed to love their children unconditionally, just
as god is reported to love us, unconditionally.  His mother loved him,
that's the way mothers are but they will use the `guilt trip' on you.
Sometimes they don't even realize they are guilting their children but they
do.

His father loved him too but some times dads have a hard time showing it.
Fundamentalist ministers have the hardest time, when their son's question
or rebel against parts or all of that father's view of `the faith'.

Robin questioned how I knew so much about religion being a atheist?  Know
your enemy, I have fought against bigoted and wrong headed dogma, exposed
by all religions, most of my life.

I called a friend in New York, catching him just as he was about to leave
the office, another client, and arranged for him to forward, unopened to my
office, a Fed-X package he would receive, addressed to Mr. Smith, his room
number and so on.  Robin then phoned his science teacher, a person he
trusted, promising to send him the money to the cover cost of sending his
school transcripts and copies of any other useful papers, via Fed-X, ASAP
and please tell no one, especially the school admin.  He got the teachers
personal e-mail and promised to explain all in a few days.  The teacher
agreed when Robin told him his dad through him out after accusing Robin of
being gay and probably having an affair with said teacher.

I called my lawyer and asked him to arrange, through his associates in
Bismarck, other important documents like Robin's birth certificate
forwarded to his office.  This was becoming a real adventure for Robin and
he began to get into it.  That, plus my affection and sexual attraction,
took the sting out of the situation, if not all the concern.

The remainder of the day and evening were spent experimenting with boy-man
sex.  By the time we fell asleep I was spent and our butts were too sore to
walk.  Robin was excited to learn about all the things we had purchased,
some of which brought puzzled looks as I took them from the bags.  I laid
everything out.  I asked him again if he was ready and willing to learn
more about male sex.  He said yes but not without a hint of hesitation.  I
reiterated my earlier statements about no obligations or pressure.  He
wanted to know if what we were doing and were about to do, defined him as
gay.  I reminded him only he could define himself as gay, or BI or
straight.  Others may form opinions or give him labels but he was what he
wanted to be.  It was how he wanted to view himself and his life.  We are
born with some kind of general sexual orientation.  If the truth be know,
most of us are probably BI.  Some are only gay some are only straight, most
could be BI but only a few choose to be.  Bi's, gays and lesbians are an
elite, some would say minority but I like elite.  Robin probably didn't
really know one way or the other for sure.  He thought he might be gay
since he was highly stimulated by men but he sure like girls too, although
until yesterday he had no real experience with either, short of a few
kisses and some fondling and of course his own self gratification.

He wanted to push forward so I instructed him in safe sex, condom usage,
anal cleaning and general hygiene.  Once we were both cleaned I showed him
how and when to use the lubes, some were only external for masturbation,
some for anal or vaginal use.  I showed each toy, butt plugs and vibrators,
cock rings, etc.  and described what each was for.  I took the two small
butt plugs and handing him one, lubed it and had him place it in my hole.
It went in relatively smoothly and hurt like hell for about 10 seconds.
Bending over for me, I took the other he prepared and as gently as possible
pushed it into his virgin anus.  We went around for the next hour or so
getting accustomed to having something up our butts.  I had forgotten how
nice it feels and how quickly one accommodates to that feeling.  Robin
seemed to like it too.

We selected a DVD and began watching it.  As the male action started we lay
on the bed fondling each other and trying to pick up as many clues as
possible.  Soon we paused the show and began pretending we were the actors,
kissing fondling and sucking each other.  Robin was attempting to deep
throat me like the actors had been doing; within minutes he had overcome
the natural gage reflex and was taking my full length in long slow strokes.
I became so excited my butt plug popped out, it was now to small to stay
put unless I sat on it.  His seemed to stay in place so I figured he had a
very strong sphincter or relatively small hole.  At any rate it would need
a bit more stretching and preparation.  He was absolutely fascinated with
the male butt fucking and I could see he wanted to try it.  He was also
quite taken with the male/female fucking, both pussy and anus.  He never
thought girls did that.  My experience, which I related to him, was most
women don't like butt fucking, probably because they don't do it often
enough.  My wife and I did it a few times but I realized she was
uncomfortable, so stopped asking.

I took out his butt plug and began working my fingers in his ass.  After a
few minutes of prostrate stimulation he shot another load.  Taking a larger
plug I worked it in without to much discomfort.  He tried working my
prostrate a technique his long fingers learned fast but could not make me
come.  He worked the large plug in my ass and we 69 again.  We suck and
licked each stroke for stroke taking each other's ejaculate without
spilling a drop.  I sure like his smell.  Every time my nose gets close to
his crotch my cock just stiffens right up.

It was now time for dinner.  I did not want to dress, I wanted his body
pressed against me, I wanted to feel his smooth boy skin and fondle his
lean perfect form.  He was hungry and I knew it. Teenaged boys are eating
machines, as well as sex machines.  I have always been amazed by the food
consumption of teenaged boys, my son was a prime example, this boy, this
new son perhaps, was a close runner up.

Keep the plug in I suggested, pulling up my jockey's.  Robin pulled on his
briefs they look good on him but were not sexy like mine.  I resolved to
stop at the first Bon Marché (They were still called that when his story
was written.) and get him something more suitable.  We both had on tight
jeans that would help keep the plugs in place as we moved around.  The
weather had improved, so I figured a moderately late start in the morning
would give us reasonable roads.  I checked in again with my office, no
urgent messages and gave my receptionist some instructions about my return.
I told her we had a new student employee, my nephew Robin, and that he
would be my new research assistant.  Spoke to my son John, giving him a
brief outline of his cousin Robin.

Returning to the room we were ripping each others clothing off and I was on
my knees, butt in the air telling Robin how much I wanted him to fuck me.
He complied, lasting longer than I expected.  I was beside myself with
desire.  It has been 25 years since a man fucked my butt or sucked my cock.
It was 30 years since I had any regular male sex contact.  This boy had
rekindled feelings and desires I had either forgotten or completely
repressed.  I like seeing the male form and it has always been stimulating
but I never even thought of acting on those stimulations, while my wife was
alive.  Robin positioned himself behind me kneeling on the floor, using the
large dildo he expanded my anus a bit more, it felt so good but I knew his
cock would feel even better.

With a steady pressure he pressed his monster (it felt like a monster) cock
into my now stretched and lubed butt hole.  The feeling was wonderful.  No
pain, it just slid in until I could feel his balls against my ass cheeks.
His hands roamed over my back and chest, stopping at my cock and rested on
my hips.  God did this feel good I thought.  Slowly he began withdrawing
almost to the end then he pressed in again.  I could see he was getting the
feel of my rectum and measuring his relative length to sphincter.  I
clamped down hard but could not hold him.  From the sounds he was making he
liked the tightness.  I liked the workout he was giving my prostrate too.

Removing his condom and paying a lot of attention to his balls I gently
pulled his plug out.  My turn he said smiling up at me, your turn I
replied.  He rolled a condom on my now over swollen cock, as I lubed his
hole.  "Robin," I said, "lay on your back."  He did, I lifted his legs to
my shoulders and he pulled his butt cheeks apart.  I began taking his limp
cock into my mouth and using the large vibrator dildo, began preparing his
butt.  It was a bit uncomfortable at first but he responded to my mouth
attention and my admonitions to relax.  My cock head pushed at the gates of
pleasure.  He winced.  I backed off a bit and pushed again holding a steady
pressure, slowly my cock head slipped in.  I held back until he became
accustomed to me and pushed in a bit farther.  My cock is fattest in the
middle, once over the hump, as it were, I slipped in to the max.  God did
he feel good, this was the tightest pussy imaginable and I was going to
enjoy it to the max.  I rested a bit, letting him accommodate the new
invader.  Slowly a first, then picking up speed, I stroked out to the base
of the cock head then in to the hilt.  Out, then in.  I was holding his
legs wide apart one in each hand.  He began playing with his cock, which
had stiffened right up as soon as I entered.  As I ejaculated to fill the
condom, I lay on him feeling his now fully erect cock against my tummy.
Kissing and holding each other he too ejaculated.  I had forgotten how
often young men can ejaculate in one day.

We fucked each other in turn, two more times that evening, using different
positions each time, I needed the cock ring.  Robin's last fuck was the
most memorable.  He managed to suck my cock up and with the assistance of a
cock ring, it stood straight out and ready.  Robin lowered his already well
trained butt over my cock, as I guided him in.  He used his strong athletic
legs to ride me, lifting himself up high enough for my hips to offer full
thrusts into his white hot anus.  When I ejaculated, he fell forward into
my arms.  He was out of breath with passion and effort.  I knew he wanted
to express his love for me but I also knew it would be an expression of
lust not true love.  Love must grow and the lovers must bond.  Sometimes
that bond is lust based, sometimes it has no sexual component, we call that
deep friendship.

True lovers are true friends, as well as physical lovers.  He did not speak
and neither did I, he was not sure what to say and I was not ready to make
a commitment I could not keep.  My cock was tender and my ass was hurting
by the time we showered and fell asleep, locked in each others arms.  I
woke up in the morning as the sun came in the narrow drape slit left open.
We were laying spooned together, his partly hard cock pressing into my butt
cleft and his arms wrapped around me.

We performed our morning hygiene tasks and a quick 69, with me on top.
Dressed and checked out.  After a quick bite to eat headed west on I 90,
toward Seattle.  Clearing the city traffic, the 300 M rolled along purring
like a kitten.  The road was more or less clear with some snow pack in
sections.  Over all Montana looked like an easy and scenic drive.

I could see something was on his mind but he was not talking about it.  I
finely asked, gently touching his left shoulder and his cheek with the back
of my hand.  Several issues came to light.

1, He wanted to know why I would not let him contribute to expenses.  I
realized he was beginning to wonder if he was paying his way with sex.
"You have spent one pile of money on me, I should pay my own way," Robin
almost pleaded.  He was right and I gave the point.  We settled that
logically, since he only had about $90 and no pay check for at least two
weeks, he would need all he had.  I reiterated he was under no obligation
when it came to sex, ever.  I recognized a quality in him and a need
existed, that stimulated a desire to assist and found unconditional
friendship.  Lust fulfilled, physical attractions and so on were side
benefits, should they occur, they are never conditions.

2. He had not told me how much he loved me and I had not expressed my love
for him.  This provoked a long conversation about the nature and types of
love, that one man/person feels for another.  I quoted several
philosophers, mostly Plato's Phiolbus.  I explained the old Greek thinking
that man-boy love is a higher order or state then male-female, since
procreation is not part of the equation.  We resolved to be more verbal
with each other in the future and express our feelings more often.  And how
important it was that we never confuse, depending on and dependence on,
each other.  I also explained how our public and privet relationship would
necessarily be different.  We both needed to play our roles, neither had
experience with this type of relationship, so our privet roles would
develop and change over time.  We settled on me being his uncle from now
on.

He also wanted to know just how I intended to get him enrolled in school,
employed and established in the community, as I promised and still keep
under his parents radar?  Robin wanted to trust me, that was obvious but he
had no data on just how good my word or promises were, nor should he.  "My
dad will not give up you know."

My plan was simple, once we had all his documents, it would be easy to
modify `Smith' to `Smyth', if necessary.  I have an estranged half brother
living in Illinois, same last name, so being uncle Derek would be easily
established.  All we may needed to do is alter his birth certificate, claim
spelling errors on other documents and change your hair style.  The Smyth
family trust, would see that he had a full scholarship to St. Andrews, room
and board, uniforms, travel everything.  He may need to pass a general
knowledge test, if his grades from his old school were not above 85, no big
deal.  His part time job as my research assistant, would pay for
incidentals and he would make a whole pile of cash working full time during
the summer.

"Robin, realize it or not you have become part of my family and we take
care of our own and we do it in style.  My children will be the only ones
who know the truth, we must be 100% honest with them, they know my half
brother has no children.  My son John, who is going through a big
antiestablishment phase, will go along, since we are putting one over on
`them'.  My daughter Liz is a lesbian, having what she would consider a gay
or BI brother/cousin will be agreeable.  They may think it a bit strange
for dad to have a much younger male lover and they may even express these
thoughts but they will go along.  They both know I am not a pedophile and
would never take advantage of anyone, especially someone so young.  They
may be surprised at my BI sexuality, however."

"Just don't try and hit on her or her friends, let them hit on you."

"They won't be interested in me."

"Oh, don't be suppressed," reaching over and feeling his crotch, "if at
least one of her friends gives you a try."

 "What should I do, it that happens?"

"Just do what seems right or what you want.  If one of her BI or straight
female friends hits on you and she is good looking, I would go for it; if
one of her gay male friends presents himself, it's up to you."

"Don't I owe you some kind of loyalty?"

"you will probably meet some attractive boys and girls in school.  You will
want to spend time and sexual energy with people your own age, I know that,
you must understand that I am not your keeper, just your mentor, part time
lover and employer.  I may be your most frequent sexual partner but we are
not and should not be each others exclusive property.  Remember you are a
free agent in the universe, you can choose to give up some of that freedom
but not until you have in fact attained it first i.e. you can not yield
what you either don't have or don't understand.

Neither of my children live with me but both work for me, so having you
work in the office will be quite normal to any outsider.  I have many gay
friends, some of them will suspect but none will say much, if anything.
You are free to interact with them on a sexual basis but the choice is
yours and only yours.  We need only keep this game up until you are 18,
after that your dad can do nothing and he knows it.  All you need to do is
keep a relatively low public profile.  Vancouver is a large enough
community to hide in and small enough to become a local star.

"I'm still worried about my dad, I know he will never give up."

"Now, if I am right about all this your parents will come to terms with you
as the person you define yourself to be.  You are the youngest and your
brothers and sister all have or soon will have children. right?"

" Right, but I don't see."

"They all live relatively close to mom and dad, right?"

"Ya, but."

"Now we have a potential lever, if you can get your siblings to support
your desire for educational advancements, not available in your home town."

 He laughed and laughed at this one.  My Robin was happy once again.  In
fact, he was so happy he started to play in my crotch, which is not a good
thing to do at 130 km/hr on winter Montana and Washington roads.

I do not know what it is about this boy that so attracted me to him.  I was
in his power after the first hour of our drive together.  I don't know what
he saw in me that attracted him either.  I think I never will understand
this stuff.  All I know is I liked him right off, I wanted to help and
protect him like he was already one of my children but unlike my children,
I wanted his body.  He wanted my body too.  He seemed to trust and respect
me.  Was I a boy lover?  I am a boy lover of this boy.  I do know we were
both emotionally vulnerable and recognizing that in each other, formed a
bond.  I was still grieving for my wife and now my old friend, he was lost,
confused and alone.

We did some shopping in Spokane.  I found him some very sexy undies,
several different colors, brands and styles, a few casual things.  Robin
thought I was spending to much money on him, he was right but what else is
money for but spending.  I reminded him I had more money they I needed, my
business was very successful and I had lucked into some lucrative
investments, many years back.  Since Gloria died I had not spent much of
anything, not even on myself.  My children are well educated and earning
good incomes.  So if I choose to indulge you a bit, well ...

After dark we pulled into a rest stop for a quick break, I was over come by
desire just looking at his thin boy body.  I suggested we take the edge
off.  Pulling the car away from others, to one corner of the lot, I handed
him a blanked and asked him to recline the seat, and cover himself.
Getting a lube tube, I reached under the cover and unzipped his pants.
Robin's cock was rock hard with anticipation.  I told him to close his eyes
and with my hand now well oiled I began masturbating him.  "Just let your
fantasy run free.  You can tell me about them if you wish."  I just love
playing with Robin's cock and the action was driving me wild.  It drove him
wild to, he quickly ejaculated.  My turn, he said taking the lube.  He
extracted my cock and expertly began slowly milking it.  I outlined my
fantasy, which involved his wonder butt lowering itself onto my cock and
milking my ejaculate into it.  We pushed on arriving in Vancouver late in
the evening.  Robin had slept in the car off and on and woke up as I pulled
into the garage.

Robin was impressed by my home, now our home.  He was a bit incredulous
about him living in such a fancy place.  Ok, my wife had been quite house
proud and I have always been a highly eclectic collector of beauty and
oddity.  Quick tour of important rooms, washrooms and kitchen.  We went up
the bedrooms, your room, guest rooms, my room.  He looked a bit sad when I
placed his things in a large bedroom, that had been my son's.  "Robin you
need your own space and this is it," I said.  I thought he was going to
cry.  I embraced him saying, "this is your privet space, I have my privet
space in the study, it does not mean we can't, and won't share the same
bed, as often and as long as you want.  It means this is your privet space
and your space when, for what ever reason, we choose not to share the same
bed," I kissed him and kissed me back with more passion then I thought
either of us was capable of.

We moved into the hall and stood looking into my bedroom.  My hand slowly
moved from his shoulders to his butt.  Looking down I could see how happy
he now was, buy the massive size of his crotch bulge, mine too.  My room is
very large with a small sitting area, a king size bed and large walk in
closets, massive windows looking toward the ocean and over a large yard.  I
began undressing him.  Exposing his hairless chest and strong shoulders, my
heart began to race.  We kissed and kissed and fondled and slowly my lips
moved to his nipples and hands to his waste, zipper, undies and cock.  He
was my Adonis and I was his Apollo.  His naked form moved quickly across
the room to turn down the covers.  You come, he motioned.  Since you did
all the driving I will do the pleasure.  He slowly and skillfully removed
my clothing paying close attention to every detail of my body.  Kissing and
fondling every part until I thought I would come.  He bid me lay down and
slowly but deliberately enacted my fantasy, lowering his wonderful butt
over my up turned cock, taking the whole shaft into it with one quick move
and then fucking himself, ejaculating over my chest just before his anus
milked me dry.  He removed my condom, cleaned my cock and chest by licking
every drop of come and then propping my head up with two or three pillows,
knelt over my chest and fucked my mouth with his cock.  My hands reached
around his thrusting hips to engage his anus and small perfectly shaped
butt.  Two fingers slipped in and began working on his prostrate.  Robin
filled my throat with his sweet juice.  The next thing I was aware of was
the bright light of day invading my dreaming and Robin kissing my cheek.
Neither of us spoke until we had 69ed twice and fucked each other once.

"Robin, I said, "Robin I truly love you and treasure every moment we are
together, even the ones when we are not having sex."

"Derek," he said, "Me too, you."