Date: Fri, 13 Jul 2007 16:43:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: crispin emrys <crispinemrys@yahoo.com>
Subject: Crispin-and-Zephyr/Part-1-Crispin/Chapter-11-revised
These stories are the product of my imagination. However, nothing happens
in a vacuum. Like most fiction, it is based on real people I have met,
places and events I have seen.
The Prologue and Chapters 1-13 appeared on Nifty this winter. They have
been extensively revised (especially Prologue and Chapter 13) and Chapter
13 has been completed. I will post two per week then continue with
Chapter 14.
To read these stories may be against the law where you are because of its
content or your age. Or you may feel uncomfortable reading it because of
the belief systems you have accepted. Follow the dictates of your
heart. If you do read, I hope you enjoy it.
When this five part story is completed, it will have told the tale of one
boy and one man and how their intimate relationship and love for each
other led to the creation of a modern day legion of boy knights. These
knights errant became young champions of human and social rights and
defenders of the weak and the downtrodden. These Boy Knights of the
Green Republic reveal the true meaning, purpose and power of boyhood.
You may be aware of the etymology of the word knight, that it is derived
from the Old English cniht, meaning page boy, or servant, or simply boy.
Knighthood, as in the Old English cnihthad, had the meaning of
adolescence, that most intriguing period between childhood and manhood.
In this sense every boy is a knight, and in my estimation a potential
knight errant.
Copyright 2007 Crispin Emrys. All Rights Reserved.
This series may be displayed on any website so long as no money is
charged for access and attribution is retained. Just ask permission
first. Thanks.
This project is dedicated
to Guy Davenport, a gentle genius and unsurpassed writer of short
stories who died in 2005,
to every Crispin and Zephyr in this or any other world,
and to you the reader that you may be encouraged by it.
I am Crispin Emrys at crispinemrys@yahoo.com. Please feel free to
contact me. I always enjoy hearing from readers.
Index for Part I -- Crispin
February 1999
Chap 1 -- Robbie 1
Chap 2 -- Robbie 2
Chap 3 -- Call to Crispin from Gwen Powell-Jones
Chap 4 -- Crispin agrees to visit
March 1999
Chap 5 -- Plane Boy -- Cody Clarke
Chap 6 -- Crispin stays with Gwen, visits various schools and takes the
offer
Chap 7 -- Cris and Cody 1
Chap 8 -- Cris and Cody 2
Chap 9 -- Cody stays with Cris
Chap 10 -- Cris finds a garage apartment
Because of the large cast of characters, I thought it would be helpful to
the reader to have a list. Ages are for March, 1999.
Crispin Emrys Wydham
Chipper Sutherland
Anna (Annie) Rothko
Aleksey Rothko (Alex, Alyosha, Alyoshka) -- 13
Mikhail/Michael Rothko (Misha, Mishka) [1983-1996]
Robbie -- 15
Summer -- Robbie's mother -- 32
Tanner [1984-1998]
Adam -- Tanner's brother -- 10
Gwendolyn Powell-Jones
Cullen "Cully" Powell -- 23
Major Theresa (Terri) Clarke -- 35
Jonathan Cody Clarke -- 11
Uncle Billy Clarke -- 33
Paul - Uncle Billy's partner -- 22
Crispin and Zephyr
Part 1 - Crispin
Chapter 11 -- Revised
March-April 1999
San Francisco
"I know, sweetheart, I know."
Cris sat on the old Uzbek carpet in the great room, which was really
a gigantic living room, looking out toward the East Bay as he listened
to the response on his portable phone. In the background some early
chamber music of Beethoven was quietly playing through the four huge
Klipsch speakers mounted to the walls. As much as he liked Beethoven, he
knew his chamber music could never do justice to the speakers designed
for both clean sounds and high volume.
"What? Oh, that. Well, I'm not sure yet. But maybe. We can
probably do that. By the way, tell me how is school going?
"Really! That's terrific.
"No, I am not really that surprised one bit. You are both very
athletic and creatively intelligent. When they go hand in hand you would
be a shoe in for the position. It makes you leadership material. Cody,
I am really proud of you and happy for you. But, I want you to be
careful and take good care of yourself. I want you in one piece when I
get back to Denver.
"I know, I know.
"No, I have never doubted that.
"Aw, you're sweet to say that. Yeah, sure.
"OK, baby. I am going to have to ring off now. I love you.
"Likewise. See you soon and I will call you this weekend.
"Yeah, I did. Keep emailing, but do be careful what you say. You
never know who is going to be reading it.
"I know you know, honey. But, still, lets keep each other on our
toes.
"OK, I will. Probably Sunday morning. Bye lover."
Cris turned off the phone and chewed on his bottom lip. The he put
it on top of the stack of books sitting on the small table next to the
couch. The books were primarily large art books which cataloged the
brilliant creations of the Catalan architect Antonio Gaudi, a favorite of
Cris's.
"How's he doing, Cris?"
Cris looked over to Chipper who was sitting on the other end of the
couch, feet up, leaning against the arm rest, sipping a martini. "He's
really doing great. He was picked as the soccer captain for his league
team. It appears the original boy moved out of state. Anyway, he sounds
very good."
Cris paused, then said in a low voice, "Boy, do I miss that kid."
Chipper smiled. "Well, it won't be too long, now, will it?"
"No, it won't. And I have more to do than can possibly be done just
to get ready. By the way, thanks for being such a friend in all of
this." Cris had been back in San Francisco for a little over a week and
was busily making the necessary plans for the move. He had become
overwhelmed by all the details pretty quickly and Chipper had graciously
stepped in and was lending a hand. She was a rock of stability in times
of crisis, not to mention being a first rate organizer who had terrific
people skills, able to handle any novel situation with graceful ease.
"Cris, come now. What are friends for?" she responded as she
munched on the three martini olives.
The rest of March and beginning of April seemed to fly by. The
weather in the Bay Area was definitely spring-like with the days getting
warmer and the rains tapering off. Cris put his combination house-office
on the market and had several tempting offers, but still had not found
the buyer he felt would be just right for the property. He had put a lot
of his soul into it, landscaping the yard, extensively remodeling the
building, and did not want to pass it on to just anybody. Money was not
that important.
He had explained to each of his young clients individually what was
behind this planned move. Each one took it differently, but all of them
offered heart felt support and encouragement. Cris was really touched by
these expressions of love and trust from the kids he worked with. Now
he was focused on matching each of them with the someone in his personal
network of Bay Area counselors and therapists that would be most suitable
for them.
Then there were all his possessions. What a millstone, at least when
it is time to move. He was looking at the amount of furniture and
furnishings he had acquired and the space available in the garage
apartment in Boulder. The questions were what to plan on using in his
new digs, what to just give away, and what to ship and then store in
Colorado, looking at a time when he had something larger. He had not
settled any of these questions yet.
He had phoned Alex and told him about his plans. They talked at
length about it and this helped him to think through some questions he
had been wrestling with. Alex pointed out that he would be that much
closer to Vermont. Cris liked that because he loved spending time in
Vermont. It was where his dad's family had come from. But he explained
to Alex that although he was really looking forward to a visit, it might
not happen for some time. So Cris suggested that Alex visit him in
Boulder during the summer, at his expense, which delighted the boy. He
was arranging the specifics with Annie via email. And that was one load
off his mind.
Then there was Robbie. Robbie was in fact the first person after
Chipper that he had told about his intention to move to Colorado. It was
that very week he had returned from Boulder. Before their regular
session began on Friday afternoon, he asked Robbie if he would be able to
stay a while afterwards so they could visit. He said he could and called
his mom to let her know and said that Cris would take care of getting
him home. While the session went smoothly, and it was clear to Cris from
their time together that Robbie was doing very well, he sensed Robbie's
anxiousness. Cris chalked this up to being a little nervous about
talking after their counseling session.
When they did talk he was very up front with Robbie and told him what
was going to happen and why. Robbie responded by saying he knew all
along that Cris was going to take the job in Colorado, only he hadn't
said anything to Cris. He was sad to lose such a close friend and
confidant, but was also genuinely happy for Cris. And he did like the
possibility of visiting Cris in Boulder, maybe even for an extended
stay. Robbie was certain that he was ready to stand on his own feet now,
and he told Cris just that. He also agreed to take Cris's suggestion
that he continue visiting one of Cris's most trusted colleagues
periodically, just to check in. That way Cris would rest easy. More
like a check up than actual counseling. Cris had worked with Rusty for
many years, completely trusted his skill as a therapist, and knew he
would be the perfect for Robbie. Cris was relieved that Robbie had
agreed to this arrangement.
Cris also told Robbie about Cody. He had already described their
chance meeting on the plane, the almost instantaneous bonding, their
adventures over the weekend. What he shared now was the fact that Cris
was pretty smitten with this young nipper. Robbie listened without
interruption as Cris shared his heart. Cris paused at the end and asked
how Robbie felt about all of this. The boy honestly admitted that he was
a both a little bit jealous of Cody and quite a bit happy for him at the
same time. He knew that Cody must really be a very cool kid for Cris to
like him so much and expressed the hope that they could meet. Maybe they
could even become friends.
Cris smiled at this. It certainly was a very mature and caring
reaction to what might have been a cause for anger and an emotional
outburst in any other boy. Cris remarked that he envisioned such a
friendship as a real possibility. Cody was a very open and loving boy
and Robbie worked incredibly well with kids who were younger than he
was. His growing relationship with Tanner's brother Adam, which had
quite literally become the youngster's life preserver during a
devastatingly difficult emotional period, was a testimony to this.
Cris affirmed to Robbie at great length that he still loved him,
loved him a great deal in fact. And he went on to share his personal
understanding of life, that it was really possible to love more than one
person at a time. People, he pointed out, love lots of people in
different ways and by differing degrees. Cris also acknowledged that he
found it very difficult to put into words just how he felt about Robbie.
Nevertheless he said that he was going to try to do so.
Cris began by sharing with Robbie what he saw as his virtues and
strengths, detailing some of the countless things that made him so
remarkable, and then finally enumerating many of the personality traits,
mannerisms, quirks, and physical endowments that made him so damn
enticing to Cris. He openly admitted that he found Robbie to be a
extremely beautiful and very sexy boy. Robbie finally smiled and held up
both of his hands in the universal sign of surrender. He said he
understood and that he was OK with all of this, at least for now.
Anyway, he added, he had Cris for the next few months. This conversation
turned out to be the beginning of a remarkable time for both of them, one
in which they became intimate on a level neither had thought possible,
and one that neither of them would ever have cause to regret.
By the middle of April everything relating to Cris's move half way
across the country was in full swing and many of the big decisions had
been made. Each of his clients had found someone to continue therapy
with, and in nearly every case the matches were very solid. Cris had
sold his house for quite a bit more than he had planned to a couple with
four kids who intended to use the entire structure as their home. He
liked the family a lot and was very happy that he could pass on his home
to them. He decided which of his furnishings he would take, but gave
away a considerable amount to some close friends and to organizations and
groups he knew would use the things to help those with real needs. He
had made arrangements to ship what was left, including his jeep, during
the first part of May. He planned to drive the pickup to Colorado and do
some leisurely sightseeing and camping along the way. Chipper and Robbie
had volunteered to help Cris pack all the boxes of housewares, books,
clothes, and things of that nature that would either be shipped or
carried in his truck. And having Robbie as a helper also meant having
Adam, as they were pretty attached to one another. But Cris enjoyed
Adam, a very considerate and helpful kid who was a delight to have
around. In fact he was downright enchanting for a ten year old.
The last few weeks before he left were relatively free for Cris. His
patients were now with other therapists, and he had made all the
arrangements for moving that were necessary, so he had lots of free time
on his hands, something he was not used to. It was during this time that
he and Robbie began to spend most of their time together. Robbie was
still in school so that did not always make the weekday nights an option,
although he cut school a few times when it seemed OK with both his mom
and his school load. But Robbie did spend every weekend with Cris. They
became almost Velcro twins, going everywhere together, sometimes
including Adam on their excursions. Robbie would sleep in the second
bedroom, at least he did in the beginning, and any time that Adam spent
the night at Cris's, where he would share the bed with Robbie. That way
they could keep up appearances and not corrupt the youth, although little
really escaped this quick-witted tyke.
That Cris adored Robbie was without question. That Robbie loved Cris
and was absolutely devoted to him was very obvious to anyone who had eyes
to observe their interactions. Robbie was an extremely good looking
teenager who had an outstanding swimmers build, well formed chest and
abs, narrow waist, strong legs. He had gorgeous deep blue eyes framed
with long dark curling lashes that set them off wonderfully. His hair,
blond with darker roots, was long and tended to cover his head in more or
less a bowl like shape, even though he had worked very hard to keep a
part on the left side. It usually took on the look of the skater or
California surfer style more naturally. Cris liked it. If that were
not enough, beyond these very eye pleasing physical attributes, Robbie
literally exuded such a warm and loving personality that anyone around
the charismatic boy was naturally drawn to him. But over and above all
of these physical and personality pluses, he and Cris had established a
deep soul connection of incredible intensity, one that had grown out of
their own individual grief at the lose of a close, close lover and the
common history they experienced working through their grief together. It
was probably due this aspect of their relationship, more than anything
else, that Cris permitted himself to become more physically and finally
romantically involved with Robbie, though it had never been his overt
intention to do so. Not that he minded, of course. Nor did he regret
it.
While they had always expressed their friendship in in a very
physical way, touching, hugging, brotherly kissing, these were more a
statement of friendship than romance. Cris in particular had held
back. But immediately following their heart to heart talk the week Cris
returned from Boulder, the ground rules for their relationship had
changed. A short while after their little chat what began with a
typically affable embrace and hug quickly propelled them both into much
more. Both Robbie and Cris could sense that whatever had been keeping
things in check for so long had been removed. Sitting together on the
couch things rapidly moved from just hugs to some very heavy petting.
Suddenly Cris stopped as he was running his hands over Robbie's
deliciously muscled chest, leaned back and said to Robbie that they had
to talk first. Robbie, a typical horny teen, groaned but agreed,
although with obvious reluctance. Cris was adamant. He knew they had to
honestly talk about what was happening before things got too far along
and reached a critical mass. To his way of thinking it was essential
that they first had a clear and mutual understanding about what they were
embarking upon. Cris also needed to be sure there were not any lingering
doubts in his own mind about making love to Robbie. It was pretty
evident that there were none in Robbie's.
Cris smiled and said, "Thanks, Robbie. I know it does not seem like
a good time to talk but we need to do it anyway."
Robbie sighed deeply and in a somewhat irritated tone said, "Fine,
if we have to."
Cris did not reply but continued smiling and looking at Robbie
"Aw, Cris. I'm sorry. OK, let talk. You know I trust you,
Cris." He paused and since Cris had did not speak, continued. "Um.
What are we talking about?" He said this somewhat shyly, quite
uncharacteristic of the typically self-assured lad.
Cris looked at Robbie, pursed his lips and began. "Well, we seem to
be moving in the direction of a rather serious physical relationship."
Robbie smiled at this and said, "Yeah, I sure hope we are. You know
I want it badly."
Cris could not help but smile at the boy's cheek. "Yes, I know you
do. But I thought it would be good to talk about it first a little
rather than let it just spin out of control."
Robbie raised his eyebrows and responded in a quiet voice, "OK.
Um. How should we talk about it?"
"I guess I think that we need to set some ground rules if we can
first."
Robbie nodded his head, so Cris went on. "I love you and you know
that." Robbie again nodded. "I think you are very, very attractive
and I can be easily seduced. But, I am leaving, going very far away.
And you are staying. Where is this going to end up?"
Robbie's face took on a serious cast and then he looked down. "Gee,
Cris, are you asking me if I think that this means that we are, like, a
couple? I love you and have for a long, long time." At this, Cris's
eyes began to tear slightly. His love for this boy seemed to becoming
unbounded. Cris smiled and nodded his head.
Robbie continued, "I know you knew that. All I know is that I want
you to love me, make love to me. I want it so badly, it's almost like I
need it. I have dreamed about it for ages."
At this point Robbie began to cry, but he continued speaking even as
tears ran down his face. "I may never be your permanent boyfriend, even
if I want to be, which I'm not sure I do, actually. And it may be that
there is someones else out there who will be, both for me and for you.
But that does not mean that we can't physically show each other real
affection, how we really feel about each other. I know you love me and I
know you want to make love to me. I am going to miss you a lot, Cris.
But, I will be all the sadder if I never had the opportunity to love you
like I want to. And I know you want this, too, even if you are not
saying so. I guess the hole in my heart will be smaller if we do have
sex than if you leave and we never did."
When he finished, Robbie leaned back on the couch and closed his
eyes. He continued to weep silently.
Cris was silent for some time. He was intensely moved by what the
boy had said, less so by his heightened emotional state than that Robbie
had been able to express his heart in such a way that Cris understood
it. Robbie had undeniably thought this through and had come to a very
mature level of awareness. And it was evident that he was fully prepared
to walk in it. This seemed to break down the very last barrier. Cris
realized that he would not, no, could not refuse his young friend his
heart felt desire, something that he wanted just as badly.
Cris slid over next to Robbie and with his hands brushed away the
boy's tears. "Robbie," he said very quietly. Robbie opened his eyes.
"You are right. Yes. I admit that I want this as much as you do, maybe
even more so. I am so sorry if you think I have doubted your ability to
handle such a serious thing as this. I guess it comes from wanting to
protect you, protect the one you love. Will you forgive me?"
Robbie smiled and nodded. He was still very disconcerted and could
not yet speak. Cris leaned over and kissed each of the boy's eyes, then
his nose, then with a long and lingering kiss, his very full lips.
Robbie responded with a soft moan and threw his arms around Cris. Soon
they were in an intense embrace, with Cris on the top and Robbie laying
down with his back of his head on the armrest of the leather couch.
It was at this point Cris stopped for a second time. He leaned up
and looked hard into Robbie's beautiful blue eyes, eyes he had gotten
lost in many times before. "We have to take a breather for just a
minute now," Cris said with a bit of tremolo in his voice. "We still
need to talk a bit more before we cross this Rubicon," he added more
authoritatively.
He could see not only the disappointment but also the hope in
Robbie's eyes. "I need to think more about this. You need to think
more about this. Will you trust me enough to do that?"
Robbie slowly nodded his head but still was not smiling. Cris
reached down and with the tips of the fingers of one hand delicately, yet
firmly pressed the sides of Robbie's mouth upward until Robbie took the
hint and smiled. Then he ruffled the boy's hair and kissed his nose and
sat up. He let out a tremendous sigh and folded his hands on his lap,
leaning back against Robbie's legs.
Cris and Robbie had always had a very open and honest relationship,
but they had not told each other everything that was contained in their
hearts. Now they began to share and as they talked it was clear that
they not only understood their own feelings, they understood each other
on a level that few achieve. And so together they set some ground rules,
for the physical part of the relationship and the as yet unrealized
sexual side, and maybe more importantly, for the emotional side. They
recognized that they loved each other deeply, but they were soon going to
be separated by many, many miles for a long time. Robbie still had two
more years of high school. For this reason they agreed that it was
alright to love one another, but at the same time, not hold each other to
a strict monogamous relationship expectation. Each of them may actually
have seen in their hearts that this relationship was just for now, but
maybe not for the future. There would be others for both of them,
although they did not discuss the possibility at great length, only
touching upon it in passing.
When the serious part of their discussion had to come to an end by
consensus, Robbie suggested that they go into the kitchen to get
something to drink. Emotions can definitely stir the appetite in more
than one way. Soon they had snacked on crackers, cheese, and apples.
Cris opened a bottle of retsina, a Greek wine he had acquired a taste for
when living in Europe. Robbie, not a wine drinker, sipped a glass, but
found it too intense. Now they were both just standing in the kitchen
looking at each other, Cris leaning with his lower back against the
island's granite top, Robbie with one shoulder against the stainless
steel door of the big freezer. It was at this point that Cris realized
he was seeing Robbie in a whole new way. He was no longer the devastated
and vulnerable young boy who needed his wise counsel. He was no longer
the beautiful teenaged friend whom he sexually desired but had to resist
with all of his fortitude. For the first time he saw Robbie as his
lover. Cris did not realize that he was staring at the boy until Robbie
smiled and asked, "Cris. What?"
Cris widened his eyes, shook his head slightly and smiled. "I want
to hold you in my arms, Robbie. I want to make love to you right this
minute. May I?"
"Oh, Cris," was all Robbie could say as tears began to flood his
eyes. With characteristic grace, he walked over to Cris and simply
melted into his waiting outstretched arms. They embraced one another
with great fervency, hands moving up and down backs and butts. They each
spoke in whispered tones about how much each wanted, no, needed the
other. After many minutes, Cris pulled back just enough to lean over
and and bring his lips to Robbie's, kissing him tenderly, and then with
growing passion in a physical release he had never before felt with the
boy. In this way they had completely surrendered themselves to each
other. Together they had crossed the Rubicon.
Cris now began to move his hands all over the boy's unbelievably sexy
body, first reaching up under his tee shirt and gently rubbing and
massaging Robbie back and chest with his strong fingers. He reached down
with both hands grasping the boys strong, pert ass, kneading it through
the jeans he wore. He could feel the harness in the boy's crotch against
his legs which in turn only aroused Cris more, making him painfully erect
in response. He lifted up Robbie's tee shirt, and with the boy's
assistance pulled it over his head and tossed it to the floor. Soon he
was kissing and licking every part of Robbie's exposed upper torso. His
nipples were erect and hard as he sucked and nibbled on them gingerly.
Every part of Robbie's body aroused the man. He loved the feel of the
boy's firm and muscular chest, his strong arms, his taught abdomen, his
narrow hips, his solid ass, his strong thighs, his gorgeous face and
eyes, his full and enticing lips. There was nothing about Robbie body
that he did not yearn for.
Keeping one arm around Robbie's waist to stabilize him, Cris rubbed
his crotch with the free hand feeling the stiffness of his lover's erect
cock. Robbie was alternately moaning and panting for air and squirming
so much that Cris stopped massaging his hardened tool. Cris laughed and
said, "We are getting up a good head of steam here, sweetheart, but I
don't want you to cum yet." Robbie nodded his head, his eyes half
opened, his open mouth panting. Cris pulled back and said quietly to his
young lover, "I think we should go to my bedroom." Robbie responded by
nodding his head forcefully although he had an almost dreamy look in his
lovely blue eyes.
With his right arm still around the boy's narrow wasp-like waist,
Cris led Robbie into the bedroom. He sat the boy on the platform bed and
gently pushed him backwards. Kneeling by the bed, Cris removed the boy's
shoes and sock. Never taking his eyes off of the boy he sat next to him
with one leg bent so that it was pressed against Robbie's thigh, the
other resting on the floor. Cris lovingly ran his one of his left hand
over the boy's smooth chest, and slid the other between his legs so he
could gain access to his inner thighs. Robbie was moaning in a low
voice. Finally Cris moved his right hand upward to that he could once
again rub the still raised area of Robbie's crotch. As Cris massaged his
hardened penis through the thickness of his pants, Robbie began groaning
more loudly and writhing and twisting his body in near ecstasy, such is
the incredible sexuality locked in the body of a saucy teenaged boy.
Cris stretched out on the bed next to Robbie sliding his left arm
underneath his head. With eyes wide open, cradling his head in one arm
Cris leaned over in a very slow and deliberate movement until about six
inches of the fifteen year-old's face and stopped. Robbie had turned his
head slightly, opened his eyes and locked them onto Cris's. They
continued to regard one another, each looking deeply into his partner's
eyes. Both were now smiling and Cris, in a whisper, said, "Robbie, I
have wanted you for so long. I am so deeply touched that you want me as
well. Are you ready, my sweet boy?" Robbie slowly nodded his head and
licked his dry lips. Cris nodded saying, "I am really glad. This is
right and good for both of us," and leaned in until their lips came into
contact. What began as a tender kiss quickly gravitated into a
passionate one, with Cris's tongue soon deeply buried inside the boy's
thirsting mouth. While their tongues danced, Cris gently caressed
Robbie's well developed chest with his free hand. With lips still locked
together Cris slid his hand down the boy's body, onto his muscled
abdomen, slipping his fingers under the top of his jeans as far as he
could. He could just barely feel beyond the top of Robbie's boxers.
Cris moved his hand so that it came into contact with the boy's very
hardened crotch, which he rubbed through the jeans. It was evident that
Robbie was becoming highly aroused by this erotic teasing, moaning
throughout.
Sensing that Robbie was very close to cumming, Cris stopped his
ministrations of the boy, pulling back first his roaming hand and then
gently disengaging his tongue. After pulling out his arm from under
Robbie's blond head, Cris raised himself up and sitting on his lower legs
now unbuckled Robbie's belt and the buttons of the fly. "Robbie,
honey. Arch your back so that I can pull off your jeans," said Cris
softly. Robbie responded by doing just that, arching his back, resting
his weight on his shoulders and feet. Cris pulled the pants off the boy
revealing a pair of short red boxers that were clearly tented and already
quite wet in the front.
"Robbie?" Cris asked in a quiet voice as he sat next to the boy
again running one hand through Robbie's hair and the other over his
chest "What would you like me to do now?"
Robbie softly moaned and in a throaty panting voice answered, "I
want you inside of me, Cris. I want you to make love to me. I have
wanted that forever and now I really need it. I am so ready."
Robbie was no virgin. He had been sexually active since eleven and
had done just about everything there was to do. He and Tanner were
sexually involved from age twelve and through most of their time together
in a monogamous relationship, but one in which they freely experimented
with all kinds of sexual pleasures. In other words, he knew the sexual
ropes. So, Cris leaned over to the beside table and removed a tube from
the drawer. Then he reached down and with both hands rubbed the hardness
in Robbie's boxers, but gently and soothingly. Robbie lay with his eyes
open watching every move Cris made with great anticipation. Cris reached
under the boy with his hands, snagged the top of his boxers and motioned
Robbie to arch his back again. Once he had done this, Cris removed this
last bit of clothing.
Robbie's lovely uncircumcised tool pointed up toward his chest. Cris
grabbed one of the pillows and again signaling Robbie to arch is back,
placing it under the boy's lower back. He reached over and carefully
placed his hands on the boy's ample tool, massaging it a bit before
leaning down to lick the very end of it. At this Robbie shouted, "Cris
I am so close. Take me now. Please." So taking some of the contents
of the tube on his finger he began rubbing the boy's exposed anus. In no
time he had two, then three fingers inside Robbie loosened hole. By now,
Robbie was panting heavily, clearly lost in the pleasure of the moment.
"Now Cris, now," he called out hoarsely. Cris quickly slipped off
his own clothes under the watchful gaze of his boy lover. Slowly he
moved forward and at the same time smeared his own erect member with lube
and centering it just outside the door of pleasure on the boy. With
Robbie nodding his head in encouragement he entered the boy slowly, so as
not to hurt him. While Cris was not on the large size, Robbie had been
celibate since the last time he and Tanner had made love. But with very
little effort, Cris was quickly all the way inside. Robbie groaned with
delight. Slowly Cris began the out and in motions as Robbie turned his
head back and forth and made very loud seductive noises. Both of them
were so aroused by this time that the love making did not take very long
before both had released themselves, Cris inside of Robbie and Robbie all
over himself and Cris. Both were now fully satisfied and Cris lay on top
of Robbie, still impaling the boy, for a few minutes as they gently
returned to earth.
Robbie opened his eyes. "Oh, wow. That was better than I ever
thought it would be Cris. You were so wonderful and I feel sooo good."
Cris smiled down at the youngster. "It was really a such a special
treat to make love to you, Robbie. I am glad you feel sooo good. I feel
pretty good myself. Thanks," and he leaned his head so that he could
kiss this boy again.
"Uh, Cris?" Robbie responded in a plaintive voice. "Is it OK if
we do that again? I mean again right now?"
Cris smiled as he looked at the boy and slowly shook his head.
"Teenagers!" he smiled. "Well, to be absolutely honest with you, I
can't think of anything I would rather be doing right now."