Date: Fri, 6 Jul 2012 17:33:16 +0000
From: robert goater <winchesterbornbred@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: BOBBY and ANDY 4

Letter from Spain.

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Robbie looked at me as he came towards me. He looked dreadful and had
obviously been crying. I stood up heart beating so hard I could hear it.



"Fucking help me please Robert?"

Oh joy a way out possibly? I said as casually as I could.

"How? And where is Rambo?"

"I managed to put a couple of shots of vodka into his beer, twice. He has
had a couple of snorts and he is out for the time being anyway. Here is the
key to the cuffs."

"No, get me that bar, I want it to look like I escaped." He just looked at
me.

"Get the fucking bar, NOW!" He did as I told him.

"Right give it to me and help me."

"No. If I help you, you will be free and you may beat me up, you got good
reason too. I'll leave it there and you can get it when i'm gone."

I swore at him, but knew I could do it on my own. I may not be the
strongest of men, but my fucking Christ I could move a mountain to get back
to Andy.

"Ok just go. I need to get free. Were will you go?"

"I got a friend up north I can get to him." Him? I wondered who, but did
not ask.

"Have you got money?" He looked at me as though I was daft.

"Oh yeah, course you have. Your on your own now, but with any luck you will
make something of yourself, now fuck off."

"Will you describe me to the police?"

"How the fuck can I describe anyone with a hood on? Don't you realize i'm
trying to help you? The police will never know I have seen your face. You
just have to hope fuckwit wont bugger things up, but that's the risk you
have to take. Now go. He smiled at me and he actually looked quite nice.

"Thanks Robert. I know you don't fancy me, but if things were different I
would bust a gut trying to make you. I am SO fucking sorry. Robert?"

"What?" For fucks sake get out and then I can." He had a change of mind.

"Let me help you please?"

"And you will risk me not beating the shit out of you?"

"No Robert, you would never do that. That's why I want to help you get the
cuffs off and when we get you free and you want to have sex with me, you
know that's what I would like and I will make it good for you, I promise."

"Ok, now get that crow bar." I was now so confident I felt sure I could
even convince the Pope he was a virgin! I did not want to tell him that he
was the last gay on earth I wanted sex with. All I wanted was to get the
fuck out and get back to my Andy, but if it ment lying to him? So fucking
what.



Metal on metal makes one hell of a noise and makes even more if you are
trying NOT to make one.

 We got the bar into the cuff that was locked on to the radiator and
twisted it with all our combined force. Christ those things are so fucking
strong and it would not give.

"Take it out and try the other way." I told Robbie.

"Fuck, I wish you were talking cocks Robert."

"Fuck off you cunt. Put the bar this way." And together we forced the bar
in the opposite direction to what we had tried the first time. Once again
we joined forces and put our combined efforts into breaking the cuff and at
last there was a massive "bang" as the bit of the radiator holding the cuff
gave way and although the cuff was only bent, I was free at last. Water
poured out of the broken radiator.

Robbie looked at me with some trepidation thinking I would now beat the
shit out of him. After all I had the crow bar in my hand.



"ROBBIE! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?" It was obviously "Brain of Briton" and
had just woken up and I assumed still in the living room.

"Lets get the hell out Robbie. Run like fuck." I told him. "NOW!" We ran up
the stairs with Freddy still shouting for Robbie. We reached the yard door
as he opened the door to the house. I knew we could not make it out and so
pushed Robbie against the wall thanking my luck that the only light was
coming from the bottom of the stairs and it was very dark where we
stood. "Keep quiet." I whispered "and don't move.""Robbie you shit where
the fuck ARE you?" Freddy went to the top of the stairs and looked down. He
staggard and had to hold on to the bannister and started to go down. Now
was the time to get my own back and I ran to the stairs making no noise and
the first thing Freddy would have known that all was not well was when both
of my feet banged into his back. I had grabbed hold both sides of the
bannister and heaved myself up and forward with both feet. It was a perfect
shot and the bastard fell down the whole stair case ending up smashing into
the wall at the bottom. He made a hell of a row as he fell, but when he got
to the bottom he was quiet and I guessed he was out cold. Robbie came next
to me and looked down. "Fuck that was great Bobby. Lets get out.""No, you
go this twat wont give either of us any more problems. I will give you 30
mintues then i'm calling the police. Now go." Robbie looked at me and
opened his mouth to say something, but I shut him up. "Fuck off Robbie you
only have half an hour. Now GO." He looked at me and smiled. "Thanks
Bobby." He kissed me, ran out of the yard door and was gone. I went down
the stairs and checked him, he was at least breathing, but his left leg was
at a funny angle and I guessed broken. I still had the key to the cuffs and
took them off. Remarkably the one I tried to break was still working and I
was able to use them on Fred who now looked a lot less formidible. I had
promised Robbie I would give him 30 mintues, but to hell with it Robbie had
been given all that he deserved and I went out.



Once outside I took the house number and street name and phoned the police
and waited for them to turn up. I then rang Andy and spent ages calming him
down.

"Sweetheart I am fine and not hurt. I'm just waiting for the police and no
doubt I will be with them for some time and I hope they will bring me home
when i'm finished. I just don't know yet." Then my mobile ran out of
battery.



After I made my statement the police let me ring him to say they were
bringing me back, but I was going to help them find the van.

"Andy i'm sure is not far from home so I should not be much longer." We got
to were I thought the van had been abandoned and after a short search we
found it. As I thought it was only a quarter of a mile from home. I told
the police I was going home. One of the officers let me use his mobile and
called Andy to meet me. He came running up to me with tears pouring down
his face, even though a police officer was with me neither of us could give
a toss as we threw our arms around one another. The officer told us to go
home and, "take care guys."

"The boys are still at home Bobby they can't wait to see you, but I don't
think they will stay long they know you must be shattered.

The reunion was great and they greeted me like a long lost friend. I could
not thank them enough for coming over and looking after Andy. They did not
stay long, but we all agreed to meet up as soon as the situation and
interest had calmed down.



Andy and I went and had a soak in the bath. We just laid as usual with me
holding him tight. Andy of course did not stop asking questions and I
smiled to myself as he banged on about it. It's good to be home I
thought. Soon we were in bed and for the very first time since we shared
the same bed, I laid on Andy's shoulder with his arms around me. With my
arm across his body I fell into a deep sleep.

During the night we had turned round into our usual positions and when we
woke it all seemed "back to normal." But it was far from that as when I
went to open the curtains there was dozens of media outside. I quickly
closed them again. Andy could not get out and so he rang his boss telling
him what was happening. Finally I had to go out and faced them and after
answering as many questions as I could, they seemed satisfied and drove
off. It took the rest of the week for it to calm down, but eventually it
did and we got back to normal.



I'm going to fast forward six months to finish off this part of the story
and put it were it belongs, in the past.

I had gone to the bus stop with Andy and waited with him to see him off to
work. I kissed him goodbye and off he went with my love juice still inside
him. I walked to the post office to send off drawings to a client and the
post master gave me a large envelope. "I guess you are still getting fan
mail Bobby." The address was to the post office and "ROBERT, THE GUY WHO
GOT TOOK HOSTAGE." I was very curious and could not wait to get home and
open it. I settled down with a coffee in the kitchen and opened it. There
was a long letter inside. It was from Robbie.



Robert, but I know your called Bobby,



I hope you don't mind me writing and I promise this will be the only time I
will, but there are a few things I want to say. I know you may wonder if I
am really Robbie so will say a couple of things that will prove it's me.

The piss bucket and me wanting to have sex with you. Your big cock. You saw
me with no hoody on. You called Freddy Rambo and I gave you pizza. None of
that was in the papers or tv, so I hope you believe that I am Robbie, not
that i'm called that anymore.



Ok, first thanks for saving my life. Without you I guess I would be in
prison now. I want to tell you something about me before we robbed the post
office and tell you what I am now, but I got to go back to when I was 13. I
was a total shit at school and got suspended with a final warning that
unless I behaved when I got back I would be chucked out permanently. My dad
blew a gasket and marched me down to the boys boxing club, threw me inside
and spoke to the guy Tommy Pearson who ran it. "Sort this shit out Tommy
and do what you like to beat some sence into him." Christ I wondered what
hit me. Well to be honest every fucker did! But the funny thing was I liked
it and although I don't think I ever won a fight Tommy did some good and I
improved a lot and my behaviour was good as well. I went back to school and
never gave them a problem again. But what I want to tell you is about
Tommy. He was a big bloke, but not fat or anything, just had a great body
as he worked out a lot. He was not that tall, about 5 8, but built to fight
and as strong as fuck. Even though I got bullied a bit he was always
telling me it would not last and just stand up for myself. But there was
this one time I really got smashed up in the ring and I was crying and all
that shit. Tommy told me to sit out and he would speak to me when the guys
had gone.

He took me into the store room and told me to lay down on a pile of floor
mats and he told me he was going to make me feel much better. He took my
top off and massaged my back for a while which was great and then to my
legs and massaged me right up to the bottom of my bum. I was loving it and
got a hardon. He kept this up and then he surprised me when he didn't stop
but went on up and took hold of my bum and massaged my cheeks. Fuck it was
great. He kept talking to me asking if I was ok with this and I kept saying
yes. He told me to get on my back and did the same all over my body. I know
I only had a small cock then, but it stuck up and he could see it. Then it
happened, he ran his hand up my shorts and took hold of my cock and played
with it for ages, just holding me between his thumb and finger. He took my
shorts off and carried on playing with me. Christ it was awesome. Next
thing I knew he put his mouth on me and gave me a blow job, but then
stopped and stripped off. Christ he was huge, even bigger than you. He put
my hand on him and we played for a long time until he shot all over me and
when he come so did I. It was then I knew I was gay and for the next two
years we got into the room as much as we could. I could not get enough of
him, he even fucked me and although it hurt like shit, I got used to it and
he did it loads of times. It was great and and was happy.

Happy that is until I had to stay at Freddy's place for a week because my
mum and dad went on holiday and did not want me with them. Freddy and dad
were freinds and Freddy said I could stay, but I had to sleep with his 12
year old nephew. I think you will guess whats coming. The first night I
wanted to play with him, but was scared to, but we did play fight and I
noticed he got a stiffy. So the next night while we were fighting I got his
cock in my hand and he was ok with it. When I knew Freddy was in bed I
started to play with his body and as he didn't seem to mind I got his cock
in my hand again. He just laid there letting me play, so I got him to play
with me. Fucking great! We did that every night until the last one when I
tried to fuck him. I got in but it hurt him and he shouted out that it was
hurting, Freddy heard that and the next thing I knew he was dragging me off
the guy and beat the crap out of me. He made me sleep on the settee that
night, but in the morning when the kid had gone he said I was going to work
for him and if I didn't he would tell my parents what I had done. To cut a
long story short the work I had to do was go with him and a mate of his on
burglaries. I was so small I could get through any window and that's what I
did. Get into a place and open the front door for them. We did shit loads
like that and never got caught. He and his mate had carried out armed
robberies before, but when we held up the post office at your place it was
my first time doing it. Freddy's mate was on the run and Freddy made me go
with him. You know the rest about that day, but not what happened to me
since.

I got up north and you might be surprised it was Tommy I went to. He always
said I could come up before he moved. I stayed with him and his boyfreind
for a while and all three of us had some really good times, you know what I
mean! Then I met a guy myself and we are getting on great. I don't live in
the north any longer, but you won't want to know where.

Bobby i'm going straight and got a job. I have not done anything wrong
since that post office job I promise you. The reason why I wanted to
contact you is to thankyou. You, Tommy and my boyfreind are the three best
things that happened to me. Goodbye and thanks for not turning me in. Ex
Robbie XXXX



I read and reread it several times and to be honest, I was as pleased as
punch. There was no reason to doubt any of it and although I had broken the
law by not turning him in, I was glad I did. I made another coffee and
thought about Andy. Would he understand it if I showed him the letter?
Would he think something eles went on in that house particularily with
those four kisses at the end of the letter? I knew that I would have had
sex with him if it was the only way of escape. What would he think of me
knowing I had not identified him to the police? I read it once again and
took it upstairs to my studio and page by page put it through the
shredder. I was about to put the envelope in when I looked at it, it had
been sent from Spain. I smiled and it joined the rest of "Robbies" letter.

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winchesterbornbred@hotmail.co.uk if you want to write. See you in the next
chapter? Best wishes Bobby and me, Andy.