Date: Thu, 1 May 2014 18:48:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Henry Brooks <hankster1430@bellsouth.net>
Subject: Rustic Chivalry Chapter 7

Rustic Chivalry
Chapter Seven

Red looked at Bobby; Bobby looked at Red; and Robbie looked expectantly at
both of them.  He wanted his fathers to speak to him, to explain the
wonders of the world; indeed, the wonders of the universe.  But they were
mute.  Robbie was still staring at the semen in Red's pubic hair, and Red
realized that this called for action on his part.

"Go sit back down on the blanket, Robbie.  Bobby and I need to have a
discussion, and then we'll get to ya."  There was nothing for Robbie to do
but obey.  His dads went into the lake to clean up.

"Look, Bobby," Red said in the water.  "Robbie is a real inquisitive kid.
He thinks way beyond his years.  I think we better have the birds and the
bees talk with him.  In another kid it would be way too soon, but Robbie's
ready for anything.  Besides we can't go on hiding our love life from him
much longer, and I ain't ashamed of it."

"Me neither," Bobby said.  "Let's go talk to him.  I'll start."

They returned to the blanket where Robbie was waiting, and not too
patiently.  They dried off with towels, and sat down beside their son.

"Remember the other day when we had a discussion about how babies were
made?  Well, Red and I want to explain some more to you."

"Yes, please," Robbie said with excitement in his voice.

Not only can a man and a woman fall in love," Bobby went on.  "Sometimes
two women can fall in love with each other, and two men can fall in love
also."  "Like you and Daddy Red?" Robbie asked.

"Exactly.  Like me and Daddy Red.  Me and him, we make our penises happy,
just like Jimmy does with your mom.  The only difference is, we can't make
a baby."

"I'm glad o' that," Robbie laughed.  "That way, I get all yer attention."

"That ya do," Bobby said, as he tousled Robbie's hair.

Robbie was tired of all this beating around the bush.  "How do ya make yer
penies happy?"  He asked bluntly.

"Well," Red chimed in.  "Take a situation like what just happened.  We was
fast asleep, and we turned to each other.  Our co... (pause), penises
started rubbin' together.  They got so danged happy, they each produced the
baby seed."

"But it had no egg to join up with," Robbie half said, and half asked.

"No, and that's what happens when a penis gets happy, and there's no woman
around."

Robbie was determined not to let this opportunity go by.  He smiled
disarmingly, tossed his head coyly, rolled his eyes, and said, "I seen ya
two do other things to make yer penies happy."

Bobby and Red turned white.  "Wattaya mean?" Red asked.

Robbie was too naïve to think that what his daddies did was not
perfectly all right.  He was only silent up to now because he felt that it
was their private thing.  "I seen you take your penies in your mouths and
in your bum, and make baby seed that way.  I figure ya must be makin' your
penies very happy."

Bobby and Red stared at their son in disbelief.  They would have sworn they
had been so discreet.

"How?  When?"  Bobby mumbled.

"Ya check every night to see if I'm asleep, and I been playin' possum.
After ya leave, I sneak down the hall and watch y'all in the dark.  I know
I been spyin' on ya, but when yer makin' yer penies happy, you keep tellin'
each other how much ya love one another.  That makes me feel real good, but
I fret y'all don' love me as much."

Bobby grabbed Robbie and held him tight.  "Oh Robbie, I wish ya'da spoke up
sooner, so I could explain to ya that there's all kinds o' love, different
kinds.  There's the love of a daddy for his son, of a brother for a
brother, of a friend for a friend.  Those loves can't be expressed by
makin' their penises happy.  That would be a sin.  The ultimate love is
when two adults commit to be bound together forever.  Then physical love,
that is makin' their penises happy, is not only allowed, but it's a
beautiful thing.  Do ya unnerstand, Robbie?"

"I think so, but does that mean ya love me less than ya love each other?"

Bobby hugged Robbie even closer.  "Oh no, son, each of the loves I
described is equal, but only the love Red and I have together is allowed to
make our penises happy.  Someday, ya'll find a woman who'll want to make
yer penis happy, and you will bind together with her."

Red added.  "Yer way too young to be thinkin' about those things anyway.
Ya'll see, in a few short years ya'll be runnin' after the pretty young
girls."

Robbie grew silent.  He was thinking that he'd rather make his penis happy
like his dad's did, but once again his sixth sense advised him to cool it
for now.  Satisfied for the moment, and having accomplished his goal, he
asked, "Can we go back in the water now?"

That night Robbie did not hear his dads check to see if he was sleeping.
When he thought the coast was clear, he got out of bed, and went down the
hall to their room.  Their door was tight shut.  That night was the last
time Robbie would do any spying on his dads.  He never caught them making
love again, and he was sorely disappointed.  As he grew older that was
pretty much all he thought about.  His fantasies never once included girls,
only his dads.  In time, his dads faded from his dreams, and he began to
dream about having sex with some of his male teachers and school buddies.

When Robbie was in sixth grade, and half way through his eleventh year, he
learned about something new and exciting.  Billy Saunders was a very slow
learner and he was at least two years older than his classmates.  One day
in the schoolyard, during recess, he gathered the boys in his class and
asked if any of them whacked off yet.  The only whacking any of them knew
about was the boxing their ears got, when their fathers were meting out
punishment.  Billy patiently explained that he had a different kind of
whacking in mind.  He assured his friends they would love it when they
tried it, and would be thanking him a lot.

After Billy described the process to his younger class mates, Robbie asked,
"Will it make my penis happy?"  To his credit, Billy thought that Robbie
was being cute or he would certainly have embarrassed the boy.

"Oh yes," he answered.  "It will make your cock very happy."  That was the
first time Robbie had ever heard a penis referred to as a cock.  The fact
that he was introduced to a practical way to make his cock happy, and he
didn't have to involve any girls, made him very happy.

He ran all the way home from school.  He wanted as much alone time as
possible before his dads came home.  He ran into the bathroom and locked
the door.  It was the first time the bathroom door had ever been locked
since Red had moved in.  Robbie dropped his pants, sat on the commode,
wrapped his fist around his still immature cock and started stroking.
Well, it felt good enough, but Robbie didn't sense that his cock was
getting happy.  It was still very limp.  He closed his eyes and thought
back to the days when he secretly watched his fathers making their cocks
happy.  Thinking about that, everything began to change.

Finally his cock must have gotten happy, because it was stiffening.  Now
Robbie could stroke with more ease.  He remembered that his dads spread
Vaseline on their cocks before entering their bum holes.  He stopped long
enough to get a jar of Vaseline.  He rubbed some of the gooey stuff all
over his stiff dick and then started stroking again.  He was still
picturing his dads sucking their cocks and entering each other, when his
body began to feel strange.  The feeling was new to him, and he grew
frightened.  He wanted to stop, but he was unable to give up the stroking.
Besides the strange feeling was not something dreadful.  His whole body was
deriving pleasure from what he was doing.  His cock was getting happier and
happier as it got stiffer and stiffer.

Suddenly his toes began to tingle.  The tingling feeling went through his
body like an electric current, until it was all over his body.  His cock
was reacting in a way he had never experienced before.  To say it was
happy, would be the understatement of the century.  He was obliged to pump
harder and faster.  He could feel something running through his cock,
starting at his balls and spurting out the crack.  He could not put into
words the feeling his body experienced.  He tried to stroke more and
harder, but now his cock was too sensitive and he had to stop.

He had felt the baby seed flow out of him, but when he examined himself, he
could only see a little bit of a translucent fluid.  Where was the custard,
he so much wanted to taste?  Now he was frightened, and feared something
was wrong with him.  Maybe he needed to see a doctor.  He determined that
he had to tell his fathers all about this.  If he needed medical help they
would know what to do.

He cleaned up his pubic area, and dressed himself.  Then he proceeded to do
his homework at the kitchen table.  He wanted it done before his dads came
home.  If they didn't want to talk to him about this, they wouldn't be able
to send him off to do his homework.  Even though he took precautions not to
give them any excuses, he was really certain that they would talk to him
about it, explain everything, and make it all right.

That night at the dinner table, Robbie attempted to describe his "whacking
off" procedure.  He did all right until it came time to describe how his
body felt when he made baby seed.  He was at a loss for words, but he did
describe how scant the seed was and how loose as compared to their thick
custardy emissions.

Robbie wasn't sure what to expect, but he didn't expect what happened.
Both fathers jumped up and embraced him.  They kissed him and cried.

"Finally Bobby spoke.  "Yer becomin' a man, sonny.  Yer spunk was watery
`cause ya ain't mature yet.  Ya'll see, before you know it, it'll be as
thick as ours."  Robbie was relieved.

"Then ya don' mind if I whack off?" he asked.

"O' cause not.  It's perfectly normal.  We men do it all our lives."

"The light suddenly dawned on Red and he asked, "What were ya thinkin'
while ya was whacking off?"

"I was rememberin' you two makin' your penies happy when I was little and
used to spy on ya."

Robbie's two dads looked at each other and smiled.  "Don' jump to
conclusions," Red said to Bobby.

To be continued...