Date: Thu, 3 Feb 2011 21:53:03 -0700
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Robin 5

Robin
by: dnrock(dnrock@rock.com) edited by Hap.

5: Robin, Derek and Entanglement


"Did you enjoy your sex with Angela and Allan?"

"Oh yes," she said, pressing her hand into her crotch.

"The thoughts of that time are stimulating, aren't they?"

She quickly pulled her hand away. "Uh, yes."

"It's okay, you are not doing anything that is not completely natural and
normal."

Wanda was embarrassed, a perfectly normal reaction.

"Why did you refuse Allan if he is your boyfriend and you enjoy sex?"

"I didn't want to refuse, I just wanted my first time to be more
romantic. We often kiss and pet, and I like his touch. He makes me cum with
his hands all the time."

"Do you make him cum too?"

Now she began to turn bright red.

"YesÉI kiss and suck his penis."

"Don't be embarrassed, dear. If you want romance with your sex you should
have it. That is your choice and it must be on your terms. Have either of
the boys been pressuring you to have sex with them?"

"Oh, no, not Robin, he would never pressure me."

"And Allan?"

"Well, he wants me to 'spread my legs for him. I would not call it
pressure; he is just expressing his desires."

"Do you want to?"

"Yes, I want to. I want Allan. He makes me so hot and I feel so good when
we are together."

"But you have been holding him off for a more romantic setting and
opportunity?"

"Well, I am afraid. I'm afraid I will get pregnant and wind up like my
mother. I like Allan and I want him, but I'm not sure I want his baby or
any baby and the marriage that goes with it, quite yet."

"I understand that, and you are quite correct not to conceive before you
are ready. You know how I feel about planning." She laughed and nodded
yes. "Why not do something about birth control?"

"Well, if my mother knew, she would freak and condoms are not a hundred
percent reliable andÉ"

"You're right, nothing is 100%, but condoms and a spermicide in combination
are good. I think I have a female friend who can help you with both advice
and connections to medical help if you wish." Her hands were in her crotch
again, this time pulling up her skirt to expose white bikini panties. "What
else are you afraid of dear?"

"Well, I'm afraid it will hurt, and that the priest will find out and I
will be condemned to Hell."

"First, if done right and in a truly romantic setting, it will not hurt,
but will be of great pleasure and joy. That is the way God made us humans,
to find great pleasure and joy in sex. You already know that from your
limited experience. The priest will not know if you don't tell him, and
remember that anything you say in confession must remain confidential
anyway. If you don't consider sex a sin then you need not report it at
confession. It's your choice. I am not the one to speak of Hell and Heaven,
since I reject all that church stuff as crap designed to control us, but
that is another discussion."

Wanda had one hand in her panties and she was working up a head of steam. I
moved close to her and placing my hand on hers asking if I might be of any
assistance. Wanda just looked up with tears in her eyes and nodded.

I gently lifted her up from the chair, kissed her cheeks and licked her
tears away. Holding her close to me, my hands drifted down her back to her
little butt and began touching the ass cheeks. I kissed her on the mouth,
pressing my tongue into it. Our tongues played in-and-out and
tip-to-tip. She was heating up quickly. We moved a bit apart and she looked
at my crotch, which was bulging.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked hopping she would signal yes,
but prepared for a no.

"Yes," she whispered. I was not sure just how far things would go. I would
not push and just go with the flow.

I slowly removed her blouse and bra exposing wonderful round tits with
large brown nipples standing straight out, hard and firm. My mouth
descended on them kissing, sucking, and licking while my hands removed her
skirt, letting it fall to the floor. With one hand in her panty front I
worked her clit and with the other in the back went for her butt
crack. Wanda began to shudder as I kissed my way toward her crotch while
removing her panties. Standing up, Wanda began fumbling with my belt,
letting my pants fall to the floor. As I was stepping out of them she
helped my out of my shirt, kissed my mouth and went for my cock. Fondling
my manhood as it was caged inside my bright red thong, she bent down,
exposing my cock, and kissed its head.

"Wanda, move over here," I said pointing at the desk. Wanda lay back across
my large oak desk, exposing her crotch to my tongue. Her smell was fuel to
my ardor and my experienced tongue and mouth quickly brought her to
orgasm. I continued building her towards a second one, but backed off
slightly as she neared the peak. I started finger fucking her anus as my
tongue flicked and mouth sucked her clit. I backed off again just before
her orgasm, then I began fucking her pussy with my tongue, finger fucking
her anus with one hand and my other hand working her love button. Finely
she gasped, "Derek put it in, put it in me, fuck me, Derek."

"Are you sure, dear, are you really sure?"

"Yes, yes, just don't make me pregnant."

"Not to worry, my sweet, I was fixed years ago, I can't make anyone
pregnant."

This girl was about as hot as a girl can possibly be and my 20 cm (8") was
the cooling machine she needed. One mighty push and I was in, thrusting
fast and passionately. She came almost immediately; I slowed the pace while
kissing her neck, ear lobes and finger fucking her anus, until I ejaculated
into her throbbing pussy. Using all my concentration, I continued hard for
an additional 10 or 15 strokes until she climaxed again. Wow! a double for
the first time. Those young fellows will hate me now, as she will expect
this kind of performance from them from now on. We both ended up on the
floor locked in an embrace, kissing and fondling, reveling in the afterglow
of "full-lust sexual gratification."

After a little conversation and more kissing, we picked up our things and
waked naked from the office to the second floor. I promised her some of the
romantic part, which she certainly deserved. As we passed Robin's room we
could see him in bed with Allan sucking each other. Wanda was about to say
something when I stopped her. The boys saw us as we entered my bedroom. I
did not close the door but pointed to the bathroom, which Wanda entered. In
seconds the boys were at my door. I signaled them in and apologized to
Allan for taking his virgin away. He smiled. When Wanda came out, we three
men were talking, all naked and all with massive hard cocks. In unison we
looked a Wanda and then clapped a congratulation to her. She was dumb
struck. I escorted her to the king-sized bed and suggested that Allan and
Robin join us to help her celebrate her liberation as a woman. They were on
her in a flash, one on each side, fondling, kissing, giving her reassurance
and encouraging her hands to fondle their cocks. I backed away to use the
toilet. When I returned, Robin was eating her pussy and Allen was getting a
good cock suck. She was in good hands. I took a box of condoms and sperm
killer out of the bedside table drawer, placed them on top, then dressed
again and went down to make some food.

About 8:00 PM the phone rang. It was Wanda's mother looking for her. She
half-apologized for being "so candid" (I had other less polite names for
it) earlier in the day. Obviously she wanted something from me and thought
honey was better than vinegar. I said, "No need to apologize, I am a parent
too." I told her Wanda asked me not to say where she was but that I knew
she was safe and would make sure she phoned home before 11 o'clock. "Don't
worry, Wanda is safe and getting over her anger." I didn't think she was
trying to punish her mom, only requiring some time and the support of her
friends.

"But I'm her mother and I'm supposed to provide that support, not her
friends," she protested.

I reminded her she was not very supportive for the last few days, at least
as I understood the concept of support. "Parenting is a mixed game, a
balance of guidance, example, support, rules and direction. If we get those
things out of balance and overemphasize one over the others, the results
are sometimesÉ" Click, the phone went dead.

I went up about 9:30 to get the lovers to the dinner table. The three of
them were still going at it. I suggested they leave some for later. When
the boys moved away, Wanda lay in the middle of my bed with her legs spread
just enough to see her open, dripping and very inviting pussy. I wanted to
jump in and ravage her, she was that inviting and stimulating a sight. I
didn't. Robin gave her a terrycloth robe and Allan and himself undies. We
sat and ate and talked until almost 10:30 when I urged Wanda to phone
home. "Well, I'm not ET you know," she quipped. I gave her that "you better
do it" parent look. She took the phone and made the call. She told her mom
she was staying with a friend for the night and that she was not too angry
anymore.

After we cleaned up, I suggested Allan let his parents know he was staying
with Robin for the night, which he did. I showed Wanda and Allan to the
guest room and taking Robin by the hand, lead him into ours. I needed my
butt fucked and his cock was just right for the job. As we lay in the
afterglow of passion I wondered what would happen with Wanda and Allan. The
genie was out of the bottle now. Wanda had been given a full measure of
passion and she loved it. Now that Robin and Allan were tasting each others
ardor, would Allan still have the hots for Wanda? Since Wanda and Angela
had tasted each other at the party, would this influence their future
interactions with boys? Perhaps they were all bi-. Would I get my cock in
Wanda's pussy again or Allan's butt?

I resolved to engage Olivia as Wanda's advisor. Putting her in a
professional relationship would preclude any awkwardness. She would know
the details of my activities with these 16-year-olds, but not be able to
talk about them. Olivia could probably influence Wanda's mom to get some
medical help, which would make that situation a lot better for everyone.

In the morning we all had that look of contentment that comes from being
well rested and well fucked.

I suggested we all shower together in the big double-sized unit. Within
minutes, we were soaping each other, fondling and felling our firm and, at
least for the others, young bodies. Soon we boys were working Wanda over,
all hands on deck as it were: tits, bum, legs, pussy, all of her. She was
groping and fondling us, too, but with only two hands and three cocks it
became a lost cause. I pushed Allan's head downward toward her pussy. Robin
and I positioned ourselves one on each side of her, accessing her whole
body, including her lovely ass while kissing her face, ears, neck and
mouth, pressing our hands over her tits, ass cheeks and butt crack, and
legs. Allan was giving her a good tongue bath and sucking on her clit, and
my index finger was fucking her anus. Wanda was soon in the rapture of
organism. She then bent down and began sucking my cock. I began fucking her
face while the two boys lay on the floor 69ing each other. This was getting
a bit out of hand. Robin and I needed to be very careful about our sexual
relationship. I needed to be careful about having sex with the under 18
set, and never with the under 16s.

Later that fall, Robin began slipping into a funk. I had seen this before
with my children and even myself after Gloria passed away. It began to
set-in about six months after she died. Robin had not experienced a loss of
this nature, but he had experienced a significant and upsetting social
dislocation. Now that the Christmas season was approaching it made some
sense. I took action, suggesting to Robin that he and I needed a weekend
alone together. We went to Seattle, trading houses with Liz and
Alice. After a day of being tourists, we settled down with a bottle of fine
wine and each others naked bodies. I began to let my passion run wild,
making love to his smooth, supple body, letting my hands play over the
curves of his limbs, and inspecting every square centimeter of his
beautiful cock and ball sack. After kissing his nipples, licking his arm
pits, crotch and even behind his knees, I finely deep-throated him, letting
his cock slide its full length into my throat and taking his ejaculate.

Robin's pre-cum is still as sweet as candy and between that taste and his
exhilarating male aroma I was going wild. Before he could respond, I began
working my fingers into his anus to stimulate his prostate. This brought
him to full erection in minutes. I gently pushed his legs toward his head
and, placing a pillow under his lower back, pushed my now aching cock into
his open butt. My fucking was slow and deliberate. I kissed his mouth,
ears, neck, nipples and upper body. My hands roamed over his flesh and his
mane. I wanted to make it last, but all-to-soon my excitement had built to
uncontrollable levels and I began to cum. Robin ejaculated just after I
finished, almost simultaneous.

He, too, was slow and deliberate while exchanging positions so he could
make love to my body. I take a lot longer these days to recover for a
second ejaculation. He licked, kissed, sucked and mouth fondled my cock
back to more or less stiffness and then vigorously fucked my ass, telling
me how flexible and sexy I wasÑfor an old guy.

As we lay in the afterglow, Robin with his face on my chest and our arms
entwined around each other, we shared our feelings and thoughts. In the
morning we lay still in each other embrace and talked through his feelings,
fears and emotions. Robin was getting homesick as the happy memories of his
youth and family were more-and-more on his mind. He was confused about his
feelings for me, Angela, Allan, John, Olivia and some of the others. We
talked through most of it, leaving his family aside. After breakfast, we
cleaned up and drove back to Vancouver. I let him drive, and we talked
about his relationship to his family as we rolled up the Interstate. His
brothers and former science teacher were supportive and cordial with
e-mails. His sister was 100% behind dad. His brother-in-law was as
supportive and cordial as "she will let him be." His mother was putting
pressure on him to come home for a visit, and his dad was being as
pig-headed as ever. Well, let's separate stuff, I suggested.

"You mean break it up into separate parts, gain an understanding of each
and reassemble it into an organized plan?"

"Yes, just like a mine planning problem."

Robin constantly amazes me, not just his learning ability but his
understanding of that learning. I know experienced professionals who don't
seem to get it as well as Robin does. I know, he has a good teacher, but
being a good student is also necessary.

He decided he didn't miss any of his old schoolmates all that much. They
were immature and not interested in stuff the way he was. Translate that to
mean they were not passionate about knowledge, and knowledge is power. He
did want to see his nieces and nephews, who were all younger than him and
some quite small, it was not all that important. He missed his brothers,
who were a lot older and very busy with their families and jobs so they
would not have all that much time to spend with him. His sister was so much
like dad and so insistent on controlling him and his thoughts he dreaded
even talking to her. There was no reason to spend any time at her home. His
dad had not forgiven him for, well, he was not sure for what. I suggested
it was for not being an obedient and dutiful son.

"Yes dutiful, I'm not dutiful," he frowned.

"Oh, but you are Robin. You take your duty very seriously and are probably
the most responsible 16-year-old I have ever encountered. I suspect it is
your duty to him, as he sees it, and your duty to God, as he defines it,
that you have abandoned. Your dad is angry that you took him up on his
offer to leave home. He is angry at himself for letting his temper get the
better of him. In his heart he has a respect for you, but he also has a
deep concern. He is afraid you will be harmed, that you will sin and that
you will stray from his teachings. He loves you very much. He also loves
God and he loves his faith. These loves are in conflict. He does not like
conflict and is angry at himself, but projects that anger on you as a way
to live with and rationalize his conflict.'

"How do you know all this, Derek? You have never met him, but I think you
have described him accurately."

"Well, Robin, he is a dad, and all us dads learn from the same book, you
know." We both laughed. "You will fully understand him in about twenty
years when you have a teenage son of your own. For now, I think you need to
reach out to him, but do it with care and in small steps. He must learn
that you are not about to be cowed and you are not about to beg for
forgiveness from him or from his god for anything except having caused your
mother undue anxiety.

You took him at his word and did what you thought was right. You have
harmed no one and asked him for nothing. That pisses him off, too, you
know. He is proud that you are independent but unhappy that you, in effect,
no longer need him. You must let him know that you still love him and
harbor no ill will towards him."

"But, I do."

"No, you don't. You are too angry and perhaps disappointed, but you still
love him, you still miss him and you still respect him. That does not mean
you are prepared to submit to his will or his way of thinking. You need to
let him know you are physically, emotionally and spiritually well. You need
to let him know you are making your own way in the world, and that you are
doing it honestly and morally, and that you are living the essence of the
Christian faith."

"But I'm not! I don't pray or attend church, and by their standards I am a
sinner."

"Robin, Robin. Those are not the essence of the faith, they are the
trappings of the organization and the dogma that keeps the faithful in
line. You live the essence because you live the Golden Rule and follow the
Ten Commandments. You turn the other cheek and are prepared to love your
enemy."

"I thought it said to love your enemy."

"Yes, it does, but since you don't have any the best you can do is be
prepared." He laughed and smiled.

"How do I do this?"

"Well, there are lots of ways. You could start by writing him a letter,
sending a greeting card, or by choosing a Christmas gift that you know he
will appreciate. You can make sure he is aware of your academic
achievements, your status at the school (Robin made officer in the
semi-military organization at St. Andrews), your performance at your job,
and so on.

"Derek, I can't tell him that I earn my way in the world by sleeping with
you." I was hurt by his comment and needed to gather all my inner strength
to respond. I know Robin did not mean to hurt my feelings.

"Robin, that hurts and I am dismayed that you think our sexual relationship
has anything to do with your economic well being. I invited you into my
home, our home, with no expectation or obligations. You earn your grades,
and your work at the firm is first rate."

"Yes, but what about all the other things you give me and pay for?"

"Robin, I think you need to talk with John and Liz and ask them if you are
given anything more or less than I gave them."

"But they are you children."

"And you are my adopted son. You are the third child Gloria and I could
never have."

He was very upset with himself for hurting my feelings. He didn't mean for
what he said to sound ungrateful or anything like that.

"Robin, if you and I never had any sexual contact or if we were not to have
any in the future, your status in my world would not be different. Enough
said on that subject.

You do not need to tell you parents about me or give any details about your
social life. In fact, I would appreciate it if you didn't say anything
beyond the fact that you are living at a boarding school and work for a
professor as a research assistant. You can tell them you have an "adopted"
sister who is a lesbian and a brother who is living in sin with a native
woman and they just had a baby. That will blow your dad's mind and give
your mother comfort in that you are in a semi-family situation."

He thought about this for a while as we drove in silence.

"Derek, I do love you and didn't mean to hurt your feelings," he said,
breaking the silence.

"I know Robin, there is no need to apologize. Love needs no apology; it
just transcends these things and goes on living. What about your mom?"

Mothers are special people. Well, so are fathers, but teenage boys have a
special relationship with their mothers. Mothers provide guidance and
support to boys that fathers just don't quite have the smarts for.

"I miss her a lot and I feel real bad because I caused her so much worry."

"Robin, women worry about everything and anything. If they didn't have
anything to worry about, they would invent something. It is just the way
they are. Mothers will worry about their children and you can't stop
it. You have been a dutiful son to her. You call and write and send cards
frequently. You need to keep that up and you need to seek her advice about
things like girls."

"But I don't want her advice about girls, or boys either, I want yours."

"I said seek her advice, I didn't say you had to use it. Sometimes we need
to ask for help or advice, not that we need or want it, but because it
gives the helper a feeling of satisfaction and pride. You asked, so you
therefore needed and wanted their participation in your life. Men are
different. They tend not to worry as much nor do they feel left out or
excluded if we don't seek their advice or counsel. I don't feel excluded or
apart from you or John if you boys don't ask for help or advice. I, and
most men, figure if you need it you will ask. If you don't ask it's because
you don't need any.

Robin, if you want to fly home for the Christmas break you have that power
and ability. Your scholarship has travel money in it and you have not used
any this year."

"I'm a bit afraid to go back."

"I'm afraid for you go, too, but I'll take the chance."

"I won't", he said. "You always quote Thomas Wolfe about not being able to
go home because nothing will be the same. I think it's better right now in
my life to hold on to the images and impressions of home than to face a
reality that will be different."

"True. Different, but not necessarily bad. I do understand your feelings
and respect them. I'm glad you don't want to go for very selfish reasons,
too. I would miss you very much and I would be worried. Fathers and lovers
worry, too, you know, and I am afraid the Reverend is not ready for you."

"How about you spend your Christmas budget on them, your presence with me
is present enough and I will finance your gift for the draw."

"The draw?"

"Oh, I guess I didn't tell you. The Smyths draw names, so you only buy one
gift and it has a $50 limit."

"But Derek, I need to do something special for you," he protested.

"Robin, you do special things for me every moment of your life. Every hour
we spend together is a gift. If you insist on it just tell John how much
money or help you need and offer to baby sit as reimbursement."

"Damn it, Derek, you are just to clever. How do you always know what to say
and how to steer me in the right direction?"

"Experience, boy, experience. Been there, done that, as they say. I've
already raised two teenagers. The first rule is simple: each person is
unique with unique needs so make sure each one has their needs met. That
may not spell equality, but it spells love, support and guidance."

Robin followed my suggestions. One of his brothers advised him not to come
home yet. Robin selected his gifts with great care, making sure each one
was needed, wanted and would be appreciated. He included lots of
photographs of himself, his friends and lovers from school, and his grades
and a list of accomplishments. He still used the blind post office box in
New York, a special blind 888 telephone number I set up for him though the
company and a blind e-mail address the school tech people set up for
him. He was not traceable and would not be until after he was granted his
emancipated status. I understand that his mother appreciated his new
openness, but that his dad went wild when he learned his "adopted bother"
was living with an Indian woman, his girlfriend was Asian, Liz was a
lesbian and his best friend was black.

Robin was upset with his dad's bigoted attitudes at first, but after
talking to us about it, he resigned himself to his dad being not only a
bigot but a hypocrite. I think he came to understand the difference between
living a belief system and being ruled by a faith that may or may not be in
tune with those beliefs. He once told me he loved his dad because he loved
his enemy. I explained that his enemy was not his dad, but ignorance and
intolerance, and since they were not people it was not necessary to love
them. His dad was a person and since he loved Robin, even if he had a
strange way of showing it, he needed to accept that and love him as his
parent in return.

Loving someone does not mean you need to agree with them or take on their
ideas or beliefs. You can love the person and despise their thinking or
actions. The old saw, "love the sinner, hate the sin" came to mind. One of
my professorial friends in the social sciences told me about her research
into brain development. It appears that teenagers have not yet learned, or
are still learning, to use the pre-frontal cortex. That makes sense to me,
so I repeated that conversation, at least a part of it, to Robin.

"Teenagers underuse the medial pre-frontal cortex when making decisions
about what to do. This implies that they are less likely to think about how
they themselves and how other people will feel as a result of their
intended action.I think that a teenager's judgement of what they would do
in a given situation is driven by the simple question: 'What would I do?'
or "What should I do?' Adults, on the other hand, ask: 'What would I do,
given how I would feel and given how the people around me would feel, as a
result of my actions?' or 'What should I do and what impact on others will
result?' The fact that teenagers use a different area of the brain than
adults when considering what to do, suggests they may think less about the
impact of their actions on other people and how they are likely to make
other people feel." (Note: Subsequent research published by Dr. Sarah-Jayne
Blakemore et al. after I originally wrote the above backs this up.)

I suggested to Olivia that she try and partly fill the mother role in
Robin's life, just as I was trying to fill the father role. As the holiday
season approached, Robin pulled out of his funk and never looked back. I'm
sure he had times of home nostalgia, as we all do.

Over the holidays we had one full house. From the moment school broke until
it resumed in January the place was one long party. We broke out the tree
stuff that had not been used for three years, and along with John, Liz,
Alice, Melinda, Olivia and a few others, had one hell of a trimming
party. Tammy dropped in on her way to someplace-or-another and stayed for a
few days. She managed to fuck all the available males, even getting John in
her bed for a few hours. My friend Gary, a life-long gay, came right after
Christmas, and for the first time since we were boys, he managed to get me
in bed. I think if I had known how good a fuck he was or gave I might not
have moved in with Tammy and married Gloria. But I didn't, and I did.

Gary and I had been roommates in university. He had the hots for my ass but
I was too stupid or ignorant to recognize it. We have always been close
friends although we have not seen each other that often over the years. The
local girls and boys were with us almost every day. The tamest party was
for my staff and their families. The place was full of children,
too. Robin, Alice and John were just the best with the little kids. Liz is
just not comfortable with little ones. I think she is still rebelling
against the assumption that because she is a girl that automatically she
likes and relates of children. Now I relate to children, I like them and
they like me, but then I never grew up. Even the smallest ones recognize
another child.

We set up a web cam and made a movie to share with my mother and sister and
her family on Christmas Eve. We all had a good time opening presents live
and interactive. My brother-in-law and I set up the technology. This was
the first time for any of them to meet Robin and I know he impressed
everyone. My mother wanted him to call her Grandma, not Mrs. Smyth, and
wanted to know if I was intending to adopt Robin. This was a bit awkward,
so I just told her the lawyers were on it and we would just have to see. I
know she has been telling everyone she has five grandchildren and four
great-grandchildren, John's boy and my niece's three girls. Mother is not
happy that Melinda and John are not married, but she likes Melinda. Mom is
just a bit old-fashioned.

We had a steady stream of visitors from the neighborhood and community. We
made the rounds to their places, too. I was just glad the consulting
business was a bit slow and unlike other years we didn't have some report
deadline on the 24th. It was a bit of a challenge to keep Robin from
drinking to much liquor.

Tammy arrived on the 22nd and stayed until the 26th. Since Liz and Alice
had Liz's old room, Tammy got Robin's. John, Melinda and the baby took the
guest room, and Robin was stuck sleeping with me or TammyÑpoor kid.