Date: Sat, 13 Oct 2007 11:42:13 +0200
From: budbundy_no@hotmail.com
Subject: Jonas Loves Robbie

Welcome to my new story. Fiction of course. All other rules apply. Not
much sex in the first chapter, mostly seting up the characters, but there
will be more coming. Please send feedback, it only helps make my writing
better. It can be forwarded to budbundy_no@hotmail.com

JONAS LOVES ROBBIE

Jonas was standing under the hot southern sun. The heat wave of the last
week was really getting old. Jonas' shirt was off; his skin drying after
using the garden hose on himself. Already the sweat was staring to run
down his back again.

Jonas was a 12 year old redhead. Not a carrot top by any means but a
dark, lustrous red, shaved at the neck and thick on top, bangs hanging
into his face. He had a generous spattering of freckles on his cheekbones
and nose, and some on his shoulders, trailing down his arms. Like many
redheads, he didn't get tan but he never got burned either, staying a
pale, creamy white.

Jonas didn't fit into the world into which he was born. He came from a
family with deep roots within the Ku Klux Klan, dating back to their
hateful origins. It shamed him deeply; always being dragged along to what
his father would refer to as rallies and picnics.

"Who the fuck does he think he is kidding?" Jonas said loudly to himself.

He hated listening to his dad, having to pretend to agree to the bullshit
he was saying. But lately it had been more than just talk. A plan was in
motion. Jonas was dreading the plan. His cousins, those three 'inbred
hillbillies' that he called them behind their back, had invited Jonas to
join the plan at the last meeting his family had dragged him to. Though
Jonas didn't believe in their families' rampant racism, they sure did.

Jonas wanted nothing to do with it. Then he found out his dad and uncle
were fans of what the boys had thought out. He knew he was stuck, that he
couldn't stop what was going to happen. When he realized who the object
of their plan was, he was heartbroken.

Jonas slipped his shirt back on and climbed on his bike, riding over to
see Robbie. To watch him from far away. When he got there he saw him
outside in the yard, playing with his little sister. She was sitting on
his shoulder howling in mock fear as her brother went round and round in
a circle.

Robbie was black, skin like milk chocolate and six months older then Jonas.
Jonas was madly in love with him; had been for two years.

Robbie's shirt was off, the sun reflecting on his smooth skin. He had a
water bottle and when he put his sister down he poured the contents over
his head. The water filmed his face until it was glistening darkly,
droplets running together and dribbling off his chin. Again Jonas caught
himself wondering why he was supposed to hate something so beautiful,
just because he wasn't white.

His cousins' plan was to beat Robbie up.

"How am I going to get out of this?" he asked himself.

He wanted to rush over and warn him but he didn't dare to, knowing the
retribution from his cousins would be swift and brutal. He stayed a few
minutes, pretending to work on his bike chain, looking over at them
playing, before riding off.

***************

Saturday eventually arrived. He was awakened by his oldest cousin who had
walked uninvited into his room.

"Get up! It's showtime!"

"Give me a minute."

But James wasn't in the mood to wait, literally dragging his cousin out
of bed. With a heavy heart Jonas got up. James was the worst of his
shitty cousins, always cornering him, making fun of him, touching him,
dropping his boxers and even making Jonas touch him back. How Jonas hated
him; James had bullied him his entire life.

Jonas slipped on a pair of shorts and a white tank top. He looked
stunning as usual. James made sure he had to squeeze by him on the way
out the door.

"Move it, gimp," James said, groping Jonas' butt as he pushed himself by.

"Don't call me that," he said.

Jonas had an accident when he was five years old. His right foot had
never healed properly, causing him to have a very distinct walk, dragging
his foot along the ground. He could put his weight on it, but only on the
ball of his foot and his toes. He never let it get to him; it rarely
entered his mind actually, but James loved to throw it in his face.

***************

Robbie was up in his favorite tree. James knew this and they kept a
distance, waiting for him to come down. Jonas wanted to shout out a
warning; do anything to prevent this. His cousins sensed his reluctance;
knew he did not want this.

"You better play along, gimp, or we'll do you alongside him."

Jonas kept his mouth shut, hating himself for it. Robbie was nearly at
the top. He could get real high as there were many thick branches to
stand on. He loved it up there, as he could see almost the whole town.
Finally, he headed down. Almost there, he heard breaking wood.

"Is anyone there?" he said.

No sound.

"Anyone?"

No answer. Shrugging his shoulders, he grabbed one of the lower branches,
readying himself to hang off it before dropping to the ground. Legs
dangling three feet off the ground, he felt arms grabbing them. Looking
down he saw four white boys, the biggest with a grip on his ankles.

"Let me go. I'll fall."

James yanked hard and Robbie lost his grip. He landed on his feet but
couldn't keep his balance, falling hard on his back. Fear struck
his heart as the boys looked down at him with such contempt. Suddenly he
realized Jonas was among them.

"Jonas? What's going on?" he asked his classmate.

Jonas hung his head.

"Shut your mouth, nigger," James said.

Robbie flinched at the ugly word. So did Jonas. James hauled the boy to
his feet, shoving him over to his brother Mike.

"Hold him!"

As he went for a punch, Jonas took his arm.

"Let go, gimp!"

"I'll do it," Jonas said; and did.

"What the fuck was that?" James asked. "You pulled the punch!"

"I didn't," he lied.

"Again; and do it good."

Jonas hit him several times; too afraid to do anything else. But James
wanted it himself. Several more jabs followed from him.

"James. Stop it!"

Jonas was ignored. Robbie's jaw was next. Jonas shoved James aside.

"I said, stop!"

The next punch struck the side of Jonas' face. It knocked him senseless.
He fell hard.

"Stay the fuck out of this! We'll deal with you later!"

Jonas watched helplessly as Robbie was struck over and over. He struggled
to his feet. Robbie was shoved to the ground and the boys got their feet
ready, lifting them to stomp. Jonas got on top of Robbie, trying to cover
the boy. Fear of his father, fear of his friends was gone; he could only
think of stopping this. They were both hauled to their feet.

"You beat him and you do it now!" James said.

"I won't."

"It's you or us."

Jonas knew they meant it. He did as he was told. His cousins enjoyed
making him do it even more than doing it themselves, though they planned
on taking over. After four punches, Jonas missed on purpose and hit
Mike's shoulder as hard as he could. Mike's grip on Robbie
slackened enough for the boy to wrench free. He started running. He was
followed fast, but not caught. Somehow, he managed to escape. Dejected,
the boys went for Jonas but couldn't find him.

Jonas was actually waiting on Robbie's street. He approached him when he
came along.

"Get away from me!" Robbie said angrily.

"Please wait. I'm sorry, okay? Look, I tried to help you."

"Help me? HELP ME! Why didn't you just warn me then? It's not like you
don't know where I live."

"I wanted to but it would have done no good. They were determined to get
you. They would have no matter what."

Robbie managed to calm down a little.

"What is it that you want?"

"To tell your parents together. I...I wanna apologize; to all of you."

"You're serious?"

"Yes, I am."

"Well," Robbie said, impressed, "if that's what you want."

"It's what I want. It'll be nothing compared to what my cousins will do
to me."

Robbie nodded.

"I can imagine," he said, feeling his bruised chin.

They went inside together.

***************

Robbie's little sister ran to Robbie, glad to see him.

"What happened to you?" she said, noticing his bruised chin.

Her voice was rather slurred and slow and Jonas had a little trouble
understanding her. The girl had suffered some brain damage due to lack of
oxygen when her father tried to drown her and left her for dead to years
ago.

"I'm fine, Natalie. Just hurt myself a little."

A handsome black woman with very vague Asian features asked her son what
had happened.

"Go ahead, tell her," Robbie said.

"Some boys came after him," Jonas said nervously.

"What do you mean, 'came after him'?"

"My cousins and I beat him up."

"You did what?"

She looked angry but Jonas decided to plow ahead before he lost his
nerve.

"They wanted to beat him up; and made me join them. I...I didn't want
to...uhm...but they left me no choice...I...."

"He did what he could to stop them, Mom. It's thanks to him I got away."

"I'm real sorry, ma'am. I truly am."

Jonas looked down at the floor, ashamed. The woman took his chin and made
him look at her.

"It's OK. But I have to ask; why?"

"Because, well, he's...black."

"I see," she said, through clenched teeth.

"My family is very racist, though I'm not," he continued fast.

"I've been raised to be but I don't feel the way they do."

The front door opened and a man came in. A big, tall man with a shiny
head. He looked curiously at Jonas, who introduced himself.

"I'm John," the man said.

Stuttering, Jonas told him of the days events. The guy got furious,
stomping over to the phone.

"I'm calling the sheriff!"

Jonas grabbed his arm.

"Please don't. It won't do any good. Our dads will say we were with them.
Besides, my father is the sheriff's best friend."

"I see. But you are here. They can't explain that."

"You want me to help you?"

Jonas looked terrified. The look on his face made John put the phone
down.

"It would be nice if you would," answered John.

"I can't. Please, Dad will never let me. Don't ask me to. Please."

"OK, son. OK. I understand."

"Can you forgive me?"

That's what Jonas needed to hear more than anything.

"We do. You obviously tried to help. But I'm still going to the sheriff."

Jonas got nervous all over again.

"Don't worry," John smiled, "I won't mention your name."

Jonas was much relieved when he left for home.

***************

Jonas' father was very angry when he arrived home an hour after he did.

"What's wrong, dad?"

"Oh, I think you know. You've been a bad boy today."

"What do you mean?"

"You were supposed to help your cousins today, and you didn't."

Jonas was relieved when he realized that was only reason why he was
angry. Unless there was more coming

"Get on your stomach on the bed, Jonas," his father said.

Jonas knew better than to argue. He looked over his shoulder seeing his
dad take his belt off.

"Ten lashes, son."

Jonas couldn't believe it. His dad never hit him; never! But he did now.
The belt strap ripped across his jean clad buttocks. He yelped with the
pain.

"One: never stand up for the unclean," his father said.

The second lash landed on his bare shoulder. He buried his face in the
sheets, refusing to acknowledge the pain. The next one attacked his
thighs. He refused to scream, just letting out a whimper. On the fifth he
screamed. His mind visualized Robbie, battered and broken, for the next
five.

'At least I prevented that,' Jonas repeated over and over in his mind as
the blows rained down on him.

As promised, his father stopped at ten.

"Sit up, boy!"

Jonas did.

"We won't mention this again," his father said.

He looked proudly at his son for taking his punishment like a man.

"Don't force me to do this again. You hear?"

Jonas nodded.

"Yes, sir."

Only when his father left did the tears come. He buried his face in the
crook of his elbow to muffle his crying. It hurt all over; especially
where the skin was exposed from wearing the short tank top. When he was
done crying Jonas shook himself and smiled. He had saved the boy he was
in love with from a worse fate then he got; that was worth every lash. He
started laughing. His face in his pillow, he howled with laughter. He
felt victorious. He'd beaten them all. But damn, he was sore.

***************

He put on a shirt before dinner so his mom wouldn't see his bruised
shoulder. As he was coming down the stairs he heard a knock on the front
door. He went to open it and found Robbie's stepfather on the step. He
got very nervous all of a sudden but he simply asked for Jonas' father.

"Dad, it's for you!"

His father showed up behind him and asked rudely:

"What the hell are you doing here n...."

He didn't finish the sentence, seeing the look on the other man's face.

"We said all we had to say at the sheriff's office."

"I don't care about what you and your buddy, the sheriff, had to say, I'm
here to warn you. You keep your son and nephews away from my boy."

"They didn't hurt your son."

"Shut up. Next time I'll come and beat the crap out of you, no matter the
consequences. Like you have your buddies at the sheriff's office, I have
my contacts with the state police. I could cause plenty of trouble for
you and that's a promise."

This was news to Jonas' father. He thought the man was bluffing but it
was obvious he meant every word. Jonas' dad saw nothing but steely
determination in his dark eyes. He hated blacks, but like hatred usually
is, it was based on fear.

"They won't trouble your son again. Now get off my property," he said,
trying not to sound intimidated.

The man left, not fooled for a second. Jonas' father turned to him, just
missing his son's smile.

"Get back to the dinner table."

Jonas went off. He had a feeling Robbie would be left alone from now on.

***************

When he woke the next morning the sun was shining through his bedroom
window. He swung his legs out over the side and stood up slowly. He
stretched his arms in the air, yawning. The skin exposing his ribs.
Pushing down his underwear he walked over to the mirror to look at
himself for bruises. The belt had left a mark across his right calf and
two on his shoulder. The rest had hit him on his clothes. He still found
it hard to believe what his father had done to him.  He looked down on
his own buttocks, which made him think of Robbie's. They were in the same
class and Jonas kept sneaking peaks at Robbie in the shower after gym. He
loved his dark, round butt but couldn't look too much, so he could avoid
getting hard. Jonas got some admiring glances himself. He didn't have the
bubble butt Robbie did but his own weren't shabby either, with generously
rounded buttocks, shaped to perfection. Naked, he opened the door. Seeing
no one, he rushed over to the bathroom which was right across from his
room. He locked the door and turned on the shower. Getting the right
heat, he stepped inside.

He always took care of his hair first, using shampoo, then rinsing,
always twice. He liked his hair smelling fresh. As the soap soaked his
nude perfection, his hands went all over his tummy and chest. Taking a
bar of soap, he pushed it in between his firm ass cheeks, running it over
his hole. Dropping it, his hands massaged his ass, washing thoroughly. He
probed the opening with a finger. He liked the sensation of his finger
entering and as usual pushed it in, cleaning himself deep inside. His
cock sprang to life and he used his other hand to soap it up as he kept
working his anus. His hand pumped on his flesh fast, the slick head going
in and out. He tried to go for that awesome feeling he loved so much but
could never seem to manage standing in the shower. As he stepped out he
thought of getting on his bed to finish but decided against it for now.

Wrapping himself in a towel, he went back to his room. He chose a black
pair of sweatpants and a regular t-shirt so no one could see his bruises.
Venturing downstairs, he found the house empty. His parents must have
stepped out. He heard a knock on the door and went to open it. He tried
to close it when he saw James but his cousin pushed his way in.

"Home alone? Good!" He looked very angry.

"You have any idea how long I have planned for yesterday?"

"James, I...."

James grabbed him.

"Come with me."

Reluctantly, Jonas went with him. They got to his room and James swung
him around to face him.

"I could kill you. You ruined everything."

"James, I couldn't let it happen. I'm sorry."

James grabbed his chin.

"Sorry? Oh. I'll show you sorry."

James pushed and Jonas went down on his bed. James pounced, straddling
him, kissing him hard. Jonas tried to push but James was too heavy. His
tongue was slobbering all over Jonas' mouth.

"You are so hot, Jonas."

"James, stop it. I said I was sorry."

Jonas was always slightly nervous when James started pawing him but this
time seemed different. James turned him around, pulling him down so his
feet fell on the floor.

"I've wanted this for so long," James breathed in his ear.

Jonas felt his pants and undies being pulled down. James never noticed
the bruise on his leg, being too occupied with other matters. James freed
himself from his zipper. He pushed Jonas' arm up his back, pulling his
pants down with his other hand. His thick cock sprang up from his dark
bush. Jonas realized what was happening.

"Please don't!" he pleaded, "Don't do it!"

James wasn't listening, just pushed himself inside, hard. Both being dry,
the pain was excruciating. James, pushed a little more, but it was
difficult. Then they heard a car in the driveway. James jumped to his
feet, pulling his clothes back up.

"Get dressed, gimp!"

When they came downstairs James was all smiles and fake charm. Jonas
excused himself and went out, alone. It took a while before he calmed
down. He needed a distraction. How would he avoid more of that hell in
the future? He'd tell if he had to. He didn't think he'd dare
but couldn't live under that threat.

***************

He went back to the scene of the crime and looked up in the tree, seeing
Robbie sitting on a branch high up there. It seemed to Jonas that
Robbie's hand was pumping in his crotch.

'Is he doing what I think?' Jonas pondered.

Robbie shifted his position somewhat. He was definitely doing what Jonas
thought all right. Never looking down, he didn't notice Jonas watching
him. Or maybe he did. Jonas saw him grab a higher branch for support, his
hand going faster. The memory of James temporarily went out of Jonas'
mind. Now he just wished he could see better. Suddenly movement stopped
up there and Jonas quickly stepped back, out of sight. A few minutes
later, as Robbie climbed down, Jonas came forth again, making sure Robbie
would notice.

"Hi, Robbie."

"Hey."

"You like that tree, huh?" Jonas said.

"It's my favorite spot."

"You still hate me?"

Jonas had to know. Robbie shook his head.

"No. I don't. But that asshole James better never meet me alone. I'll
kick his ass, bigger than me or not."

Jonas admired him for that. He held out his hand.

"Friends?"

Robbie took it, smiling.

"Friends. Wanna come to my house?"

"I'd like to. Dad would kill me, though."

"It's up to you."

"What the hell. Let's go!"

****************

They noticed that James was coming toward them.

"Well, look what we have here," he said, as they came face to face.

Robbie simply took a sip from his water bottle.

"Just what do you think you two are doing, being together?" James said,
smiling.

Jonas felt strangely calm.

"Why shouldn't we? He's chocolate," he said, indicating Robbie, "and I'm
vanilla. They belong together; any idiot knows that."

Robbie's water spluttered out of his mouth, all over the sidewalk. He
laughed out loud.

"That's right," Jonas continued, "he's Rocky and I'm Apollo Creed."

James' mouth hung open. Robbie was laughing so hard he had to hold on to
Jonas' shoulder.

"Wait till I tell your dad you're hanging out with this nigger.
He'll...," James started.

With a lightning speed that surprised the other boys, not to mention
Jonas himself, his fist connected with James' chin. Surprised, James went
down. Jonas jumped on him, pressing his knee into James' groin.

"Don't you ever fucking call him that again! EVER!"

James was shocked at the fury on his smaller cousin's face. Jonas put
more pressure on his knee.

"Apologize. Now!"

James tried to move but was afraid for his balls.

"I said NOW!. And you better mean it!"

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, OKAY?"

Jonas got up. Stumbling to his feet, James said,

"I'll still telling your dad. But first I'll kick the snot out of you.
Gimp!"

This time Robbie hit him. He didn't go down but blood came out of his
nose.

"If you do that," Jonas said, "I'll tell your dad what you tried to do to
me yesterday; and all the other things."

This got James' attention.

"You wouldn't dare."

Jonas took off his shirt, showing the belt lashes on his delicate
shoulders.

"If Dad did this to me, what do you think yours would do to his little
homo son?"

Now James looked genuinely scared.

"Get lost, Jamie," Jonas said, mocking his nickname. "And keep your mouth
shut."

Before leaving, James looked back.

"Sooner or later, I'm going to get you two. Count on it."

When James was gone, Jonas sat down on the grass.

"I can't believe it. I've never stood up to him before."

"That was awesome," Robbie exclaimed, "shithead had it coming."

He sat next to Jonas, putting an arm around his bare shoulders.

"Thanks for standing up for me, Jonas. I'm proud to call you my friend."

"Let's just hope we live to be old friends," Jonas said, pointing his
head in the direction James had gone.

"Yeah."

***************

At Robbie's house, Jonas admired his room.

"I take it you're a wrestling fan?"

"What makes you think that?" he laughed.

The whole room was plastered with wrestling related stuff.

"You watch?" asked Robbie.

"Used to. It's not the same as the time your posters are from."

"True."

"It's a cool room."

"Yeah, I like it."

Robbie sat down on his bed.

"You saw what I did up in the tree that time, didn't you?" he asked.

Jonas had to admit that he did. His penis stirred just thinking about it.
He willed it down again.

"Wanna watch?" came the words from Robbie's mouth.

Jonas heart caught in his throat. Robbie couldn't believe he asked.

"Maybe."

"No maybe. You either do or you don't. You've never seen another boy do
it before?"

Robbie thought since he'd started this, why not continue.

"James...makes me touch him sometimes."

"I see. Lets just forget it then."

"NO!" Jonas said, a little more adamant than intended.

"That's different, James isn't hot like...."

Jonas stopped abruptly, but it was too late.

"You mean, you think I'm hot?"

The thought excited Robbie; another boy thinking he was hot. He wondered
why though. He had never really thought about boys that way. He'd only
suggested masturbating to show off. He looked at Jonas' crotch and saw
the outline of his penis. Jonas caught him staring.

"I'd like to see you do it," he said boldly.

It had just been a game but now Robbie really wanted it. He unzipped his
jeans and Jonas looked, his eyes riveted to his friends crotch. He was
really gonna see Robbie's penis. Robbie took his shirt off and propped
himself up against the headboard of his bed. Pulling his boxers down, his
cock sprang forth, standing straight up. Jonas thought it was so
beautiful. It was bigger than his own; longer and thicker. Not twice as
big but at least half again. Robbie's balls hung, extra dark, between his
thighs.

"OK. Here we go."

Robbie pushed his boxers around his thighs and grabbed himself, pulling
the skin down. He started off fast, pumping his fist up and down. He
cupped his balls with the other hand, lightly squeezing them as he jerked
away. After a few minutes he took a break, rubbing his hands on his
smooth thighs. The cock swayed lightly while Robbie looked at him.

"Wanna see more?" Robbie was really getting into this.

Jonas let out a strangled, "Yes". Robbie let his hand slide over his
balls and up the shaft of his cock, getting a firm grip again. He kept
fondling his balls as he jacked off just as fast as before. Being
ambidextrous, he used his other hand this time.

"Take a look at this," he said.

Robbie bent forward, and forward.

"No way!" Jonas said.

Robbie bent totally over and gave his own cockhead a few licks. Letting
go of his cock, he looked up.

"Pretty cool, huh?"

Jonas was speechless. His dick throbbing painfully in his undies.
Smiling, Robbie did it again. He pulled on his cock to bring it closer
and licked and licked himself, only taking small breaks to give his back
a rest.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"Nah, just don't do it for long."

He kept it up, letting his tongue slowly glide over the engorged head.
Stretching his back to the breaking point he sucked the head in between
his broad lips, blowing himself while masturbating the shaft. Finally
he'd had enough and sat back up.

"You should try it sometime," Robbie said.

"Actually I have. I...I couldn't reach it."

"Are you cumin yet?"

"What is that?"

"You don't know?"

"No."

"Then watch this."

There was a tense look of concentration on his face as he continued
pumping away; his balls bouncing with the motion of his hand.

"Come on," he said, after a minute or so.

His breath was coming fast, just like his hand was, he wanted it so bad,
especially being watched. He shifted his legs a little and sat up a
little straighter, going back to work. He had to pause once in a while to
rest his hand, switching to the other one here and there, before going
back to his right, fisting his meat furiously.
He stroked his thigh, fondled his balls and the soft spot between his
balls and anus.

"Come on now," he said to himself, "Shoot!"

Jonas heart was going off like a jackhammer. The tent in his shorts was
almost painful; it seemed to be bigger than ever. He loved the look on
Robbie's face. He was so eager for whatever was coming. A minute and a
half later he was still trying.

"Go off, you little bastard. Show Jonas what you've got."

Jonas hand was in his own crotch, rubbing himself. He wondered if Robbie
was going for that wonderful feeling he'd been having lately. Robbie
slowed down a little bit, working the shaft calmly. He wondered if it was
too soon after the last orgasm. He started going fast again; he wanted to
show Jonas so bad.

"Dammit, come on!"

Now Jonas was more curious than ever. He took out his own, playing with
the head. Robbie stared at him.

"Faster, Jonas; like me."

They both forged ahead. Robbie mouthed a 'please' between half-parted
lips. He was almost all the way down on his back now, only resting his
hand when he had to. If he'd been white his face would be flushing red
probably. Jonas sat down on a chair, matching Robbie's movements. A
minute or so later he came to a shuddering, dry, climax. He sagged in his
seat.

"That was fast," Robbie said, stroking gently with his left hand.

"Is that what you are waiting for?" Jonas asked.

"Close. Just watch."

He went back to his right again, determination on his pretty face. Soon
he felt the buildup in his balls.

"Oh, yes, here we go. Oh, God."

Suddenly he bent forward again. His cock took on new life as the juices
flowed through it.

"I'm cumin. Oh, yes, I'm cumin!"

Jonas couldn't wait to see what 'cumin' was. Robbie caught the first load
with his outreached tongue; and the second and the third as his tongue
went in and out. Some sperm dripped back out, the rest he managed to
keep. He smiled over at a fascinated Jonas, then spit semen back out so
it landed on his chest.

"Wow!" was all Jonas could manage.

Robbie sat back, still stroking his cock a little.

"That's a cumshot," he told Jonas. "It's only a matter of time until it
happens to you."

"Does it feel good?"

"It feels kind of like what happened to you, only better."

Jonas thought of all the dry orgasms he'd had. Not that he knew the name.
The thought of experiencing something better than that was...mind-boggling.
He wanted it all costs.