Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2013 09:48:07 -0800 (PST)
From: Bryan Thompson <bryanthompson3rd@yahoo.com>
Subject: Educating Robbie/ Chapter 7/ Incest

Educating Robbie

By

Bryan Thompson

This is a story for adult men which depicts gay sex between a consenting
boy and adults.  If this offends or bothers you, or if it's illegal in your
area to read this, DO NOT READ IT. I do not condone sex between adult men
and minor boys, in any way, shape or form. This story is all fictitious and
all people in this story are the figment of my imagination. If you have any
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Previously in chapter six:

When they had dressed and gotten their composure back, they walked hand in
hand to Dan's car.

"What have you got in the bag son," Dan asked, when he noticed that Robbie
was carrying a plastic bag.

"Just these," he said, opening the top of the bag and showing Dan the
bright striped pajamas and the teddy bear.

"Why did you keep the pajamas Robbie? Someone might miss them," Dan told
him.

"I don't care if someone does miss them. I want them to remind me of what
happened today ," he told his fathe,m after they got into the car.

"Yes son, today did happen and it'll happen many more times if you want it
to," Dan told him.  Robbie nodded yes, emphatically.

Now chapter seven:

The next day, Dan picked Robbie up, bright and early from Michael's house,
so that they could avoid the crowds at the mall. He had promised to take
Robbie to see Santa, yesterday, and now he and Robbie were going. They
circled the parking area in their car, until Dan finally found a space and
pulled into it.

"It looks crowded already and it's just half pass eleven," Dan said,
looking at all the cars in the parking lot.

"Must be that everyone is last minute shopping," Robbie said, noticing how
many people were entering the mall.

The line for Santa was long, so Robbie stood waiting, patiently. While He
was waiting, Robbie looked over the young boys that were in line with
him. A cute little boy of about ten was standing directly in front of
him. Robbie immediately noticed the boy's cute bubble ass. The boy was
small in frame and had shoulder length, brown hair. When the boy turned
around, his beautiful brown eyes and full sensuous lips were facing Robbie.

"Hi, my name is Robbie," he said to the boy.

"I'm Justin," he said just above a whisper.

"Shy huh," Robbie asked and the boy slowly nodded yes, in response. "Are
you here with your mother," Robbie asked and the boy shook his head no.

"I live just across the street, so I came over by myself to see Santa," the
boy responded, a bit sadly.

"I'm here with my dad. That's him over there with the black leather coat
and the red Santa hat.

"He's handsome," Justin said. Then his face turned red with
embarrassment. "I didn't mean to sound gay, but I like handsome daddy
types," he whispered.

"You know what; my daddy likes pretty boys, so maybe I should introduce him
to you."

"Oh no, he would never like me, my father says that I am a worthless piece
of shit and good for only one thing," Justin said, as tears welled up in
those beautiful brown eyes.

"You are not.  My daddy would whip your daddy's ass for treating you like
that," Robbie told the boy.  Then Robbie put his arm across the boy's
shoulder, pulling the boy closer to him. "Does your daddy do things to you
that, you know, he shouldn't do," Robbie whispered into the boy's ear.

The boy suddenly started crying. Robbie led him over to where Dan was
standing. "Listen Justin, do you hate what he does to you," Robbie asked
the boy as they walked together towards Dan.

"Oh no. My dad use to do stuff all the time with me, but then he began
loaning me out to his drinking buddies and charging them money to use me."

"What's going on here son," Dan asked Robbie, noticing how the strange boy
with Robbie was crying.

"Can we go somewhere and talk daddy, I think Justin here needs a friend,"
Robbie asked his dad.

Dan took both of them down to the food court to buy something for lunch. He
found a table that was separated from the others by a large planter. Robbie
told his father all that Justin had told him.  Dan was appalled by what he
heard.

"Would you like to go to the police and report him," Dan asked Justin.

"Oh no, sir, my father would beat me bad if I said anything to the police,"
Justin said in tears.

Dan didn't know whether he should or shouldn't tell the boy that he was a
cop. He looked over at Robbie, who seemed to read his mind. Dan shrugged
his shoulders, signaling Robbie to pick up the conversation.

"You know Justin, my daddy is a policeman," Robbie said, doing as his
father had signaled, surprising Justin into yet more tears.

"Oh God please don't say or do anything," Justin said, getting up, looking
as though he was about to take off.

"Sit down son, I promise not to say a word, if you don't want me to," Dan
reassured him.  Justin retook his seat. "What if I could assure you that
you could come live with Robbie and our family? Would you be ok with me
arresting him?"

"But he would get out and come looking for me, or have his drinking buddies
look for me," Justin said, nervously.

"Here is my number.  If you ever need me, you call me, ok," Dan
said. Justin shook his head, up and down slowly and carefully took the card
from Dan.

After they ate, Justin noticed the time and he hurried away before either
Dan or Robbie could stop him. Robbie told him that Justin said that he
lived just across the street.

"I am going to do some investigating tonight, when I go to work. This area
is my beat, so let me see what I can do for Justin," Dan said. "Now, let's
get you back in line so you can see Santa."

Robbie noticed that the line had dwindled down.  There were just two kids
in front of him.

"I'm sorry, but Santa is taking a break after these children," the helper
elf said.

"But he's just one more kid," Dan argued.

"It's fine Daniela," Santa said, over hearing Dan's conversation.

Dan looked over at Santa and Santa gave him a wink. Dan looked closer at
the man playing the jolly old elf and he recognized him, it was Richard
from the bathroom at the arcade that he fucked the day before. Dan winked
back and stood watching the man. He noticed that the girls that came to see
him sat just on his knee, but the boys he placed on his lap. Dan looked
over at Robbie and was about to warn him, but he was already walking up to
Santa. Richard lifted the boy and placed him square over his groin.

"Oh," Robbie exclaimed, when he felt Santa's erection pressing against his
little ass.

"What can Santa give you for Christmas," he asked.

"How about that rod that is pushing up my ass, Santa," Robbie boldly
whispered.

"My, my, what a charming little guy you are," he whispered back. "But what
about daddy dear, over there watching us, would he agree with your
Christmas wish?"

"Why don't you find your way to the bathroom in Macy's and we will see,"
Robbie suggested to Santa.

Santa gave Robbie a candy cane and sent him on his way with a nod. Robbie
told Dan that he wanted to go to Macy's and look at some more clothes. He
wanted a new winter coat and some more jeans, because all the clothes that
he had gotten the last time were school clothes. Dan agreed.

"Daddy, I will meet you in the boys department, I need to use the
bathroom," he told Dan when they entered the store from the Mall entrance.

"Ok son, but don't dawdle," Dan said and took the escalator up to the
second floor, where the boys department was located.

Robbie made his way through the store to the bathroom. When he entered, he
saw Santa's boots under a stall door.

"I wonder if Santa will give me my Christmas wish," Robbie said aloud,
after checking to see that Santa and he were alone.

"Ho, ho, ho kid, come right on in," Santa said, as he opened the stall door
to Robbie.

Robbie entered the stall, closed the door and locked it. Santa stood
smiling down at him, his bright red pants down around his ankles. Robbie
looked at Santa's stiff cock and figured it to be around seven or so
inches. He dropped his pants, underwear and leaned forward over the bowl.

"My, aren't we all about getting down to business," Santa said, as he
stepped behind Robbie, putting his slicked up cock to Robbie's boy
pussy. "Can you take it without squealing," Santa asked.

"Try me Santa," Robbie said.  In response, Santa thrust his cock deep into
the boy, while holding him tightly by the hips.

Robbie took every inch without a sound, although he was holding his
breath. Santa move one hand to Robbie's shoulder and left the other one on
his hip, as he thrust his cock in and out of the boy's ass. Robbie moaned
and thrust back as Santa fed him each throbbing inch of his cock.

"So where is your daddy? I'm surprised that he let a cutie like you come to
the bathroom alone," Santa gasped between strokes as he thrust his cock in
and out of Robbie.

"He's upstairs picking out clothes for me. But, I can't be long," Robbie
blurted as air was forced out of him with every stroke up his tight shoot.

"Don't worry kid, with a boy cunt like yours, Santa will be shooting his
seed real soon," he told Robbie, as he felt his cum rising, even as he said
it.

Santa continued to pound deep and fast into Robbie.  Neither heard when
someone entered the bathroom, taking the stall beside them. They were both
too engrossed in fucking to care what was happening around them.

"I want that cock out of my son. And Robbie, I want you out here this
minute," Dan said looking over the top of the stall at the two as they
fucked.

"Oh shit," Santa said, but his rhythm was too far into the fuck to
stop. "Come on Dan, I can't stop now," Richard said.  Robbie also looked up
at his dad, pleadingly.

"You know this man, daddy," Robbie asked.

"Aaaagggghhhhh fuck cumming," Richard said, holding his cock deep into
Robbie's ass, while spewing his seed.

"Dammit Richard, that's my son you're fucking," Dan said, still watching
over the top of the stall wall.

Dan couldn't help it; he was hard watching Santa fucking his son. He knew
it was wrong, but there was just something about watching Robbie getting
fucked that turned him on.

"Unlock the door now," Dan said, getting down and leaving his stall.

He waited outside until he heard the door's lock open. He pushed the door
open and stepped inside just as Richard was pulling his spent cock from
Robbie.

"I'm sorry Dan, but he did offer. And, being a boy lover I just had to make
his Christmas wish come true," Richard said, as he pulled up his pants and
tied them.

Dan looked at Robbie as he stayed bent over the bowl and quickly dropped
his drawers. He moved up to Robbie's ass and looked at Richard's cum as it
ran out of his son's ass. He rubbed the head of his cock through the thick
liquid and then thrust his cock fully into Robbie.

"Oh fuck, this is hot, watching a father fucking his son," Richard said,
undoing his pants and pulling out his cock again.

It didn't take long before Richard's cock was hard as a rock. He reached
under Dan's cock, caught some of his own cum and rubbed it over his
cock. He stepped behind Dan, positioned his cock to Dan's pucker and when
Dan pulled out some, Richard thrust his cock fully into Dan's ass.

Dan let out a howl when the cock impaled him. He had been fully into his
son's ass and now had a cock in his own. Using Dan's rhythm, Richard held
his cock deep in the man, letting Dan's fucking of Robbie ride his
cock. Robbie looked back over his shoulder, several minutes later, and saw
the Richard fucking Dan, fucking himself.  It was all Robbie needed. His
balls pulled up and his cum exploded from his cock, landing in the bowl
with an audible, "splat!"  Dan's cock, strangled by the sudden tightness of
his son's ass, exploded into Robbie, as did Richard's into him. Dan lay
over his son's back, letting the last of his cum drain into the ass to
which he was connected, as did Richard into Dan.

"This just made my holiday," Richard said, pulling his withering cock from
Dan.

"Well, this is not what I wanted, but yes, it was fucking hot," Dan said,
as he pulled out of Robbie.

"I so got to do this again," Robbie said.

"Well right now, we need to get out of here before someone catches us
together in one stall," Dan said, hurrying to get himself together.

They were all at the sink washing their hands when a man entered. He looked
at the guys at the sink and smiled as he went over to the urinal.

"Don't even think about it," Dan whispered into Robbie's ear, so that only
he heard.

"But daddy, the dude is a total hunk," Robbie whispered back.

"You, young man, are turning into a cum slut. Now, move it on out of here,"
Dan ordered, ashamed of what his son was becoming.

"Have a very merry Christmas, Dan and you too Robbie," Richard said, once
outside the bathroom.

"Yeah, whatever Richard," Dan said, dragging Robbie away by the hand.

Robbie and Dan walked out to the car while Dan scolded Robbie.

"I don't like what you are becoming, son. There can be repercussions from
being so free with your body," Dan chastised.

"I don't see you telling me, "No," when I ask you to fuck me," Robbie said,
sarcastically.  Dan instinctively slapped Robbie across the face.

Robbie looked at his father in shock. This was the first time that Dan had
ever struck his son.  Tears welled up in those beautiful boy eyes and began
to roll down his cheeks as he looked at Dan, in complete confusion. Dan
felt deeply guilty, for having hit his boy in anger.

"I'm sorry son. You showed me disrespect when all I was trying to do was
tell you about the hazards of being so promiscuous."

"No problem daddy," Robbie said coldly. "Can you just take me back to
Timmy's, please?"

Dan knew that he had hurt his son, not so much physically, as
emotionally. He started the car and drove away, glancing now and then over
at his son.

Dan said, "Listen Robbie, I..."

Before Dan could finish, Robbie interrupted him, saying, "Its ok dad, just
drop it, please," while gazing at nothing out the passenger side window.

When they pulled into Michael's driveway, Robbie was out of the car almost
before Dan had fully stopped. Robbie did not say a word. He just slammed
the door closed after walking up the porch steps, never once looking back.

"Robbie, please," Dan called out, but his son was already in the house
before the last word ended.

Dan backed away while looking at the house, hoping that Robbie would come
back out, but he didn't. Inside the house Robbie saw Michael sitting and
reading the paper in the living room. Michael looked up and instantly saw
the red hand print on Robbie's cheek.

"Who did that to you Robbie," he asked getting up and looking down at
Robbie's cheek.

"My dad," he said. "I disrespected him and he slapped me," Robbie replied.

"Oh baby boy, what did you say," he asked, with great concern while holding
Robbie to his chest. Robbie told him what happened. "Ouch, that would
certainly hurt me, if Timmy or Josh said that to me," he told Robbie. "All
that your dad was doing was trying to point out the dangers of being too
free sexually, honey," he explained.

"I know that, but you and the others don't seem to mind how free I am when
you're the ones fucking me, now do you," he said, pulling away from
Michael.

Michael could understand how Dan would be upset, because Robbie's tone was
now certainly pissing him off.

"I tell you what kid, from here on out, no more sex in this house, am I
clear about this," Michael asked, standing there looking determinedly down
at the boy. "If you can't abide by this, then I will ask Dan to come get
you."

"No sir. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that," Robbie said in a panicked
voice, as he clung to Michael.

"Well I do. I was wrong to have ever had sex with you. I am an adult who
should have known better."

"But I wanted it too sir.  Please don't do this. I need you," Robbie cried.

He clung to Michael and no matter how hard he tried, Michael could not pull
the child away from him. Robbie was crying hard and he clung all the harder
to Michael, as Michael tried to walk away from the boy.

"I'm calling your father, Robbie," Michael said and Robbie pulled away from
him.

"Don't, I am leaving sir," Robbie said, turning and running from the house
before Michael could stop him.

*	*	*

I want to thank you for reading my story and to those of you that took the
time to give me your thoughts, thank you. Bryan