Date: Wed, 29 Mar 2006 10:31:18 +1000
From: Peter Hayward <peterhayward15@hotmail.com>
Subject: Robby and Peter - Final Chapter

If you are underage then please do not read this.

Hello, my name is Peter, I am the `Peter' in the `Robby and Peter' stories
that my best friend Robby wrote last year. I am writing this because Robby
has passed away after a short battle with cancer. He died on Monday March
13th. He was not quite 15. For those of you who got to know him after
writing to him in response to `our' stories, you will be happy to know he
died with little pain, a lot of grace and a huge amount of courage. Robby
was my closest friend and would have been my life-long companion. His
funeral was attended by more people than it was possible to count. He was
loved by many.

His previous stories were written towards the end of last year, the last
two are listed under Dec 4th. 05. He wrote another story about another
friend of his called Bryan. That story is called `Bryan and Robby' back in
Oct 15th 05.

It was his wish that I let people know about his passing through the pages
of Nifty, a site he loved to read. He had also wanted me to complete our
story with a final chapter, but I'm not sure I can do that, just writing
this is hard enough. I do want to tell you though that he had my permission
to write about us the way he did, we were very comfortable with each other
and the love that we shared, we never tried to either hide it or advertise
it, we just went with the flow. In a way I am happy that so many people
(apparently) got to share some of that through reading what Robby wrote --
and wrote so well I thought. It never ceased to amaze him how many people
bothered to write to him after reading the stories. There are a few people
that he wanted me to contact directly, I will do that when I am able to
cope with it.

In the last couple of months or so Robby and I have had little opportunity
for anything deeply sexual, Robby has been either too sore or too tired to
do much of anything. We have however been able to share in some deeply
sensual times, there is a difference. It has been interesting to spend a
lot of time with him while he has been lying in his sick-bed. I would spend
hours rubbing his body with any sort of cream that was provided, he found
it very soothing and relaxing. Had I done this to him five or six months
ago he would have got a raging hard-on and pulled me into bed with him, but
in these last weeks he was hardly even able to raise much of a smile, let
alone an erection. However, I know he enjoyed the tenderness we shared and
even though I may not have given him an erection, I certainly saw the odd
smile starting in the corner of him mouth from time to time. In his last
weeks he had lost all his hair -- on his head and around his penis, so he
began to look again as he did when we first discovered each other. There
were a few wispy hairs left at the base of his penis, we agreed that I
should shave them off so that he would be totally bare. I also shaved all
of my pubic hair off as well, so that we would still look alike.

The times in our friendship that Robby has already written about were
probably my favourite times too, so in that sense you have probably been
allowed an inside `look' at the `best' of what we experienced, in a way
that I would probably have written about it myself. However, there was one
other episode that has always stuck in my mind because it was so bold at
the time and we were a bit younger.

We were about 12 or 13 I think and were having a Bar-B-Q somewhere in the
country with his extended family. In the afternoon, we were sitting in the
front of his dad's old vintage car that we had been taken in for the day's
trip. It had an old-fashioned front bench seat in it. We loved sitting in
it and just smelling the leather. Robby and I were sitting in the front
when two of his cousins climbed into the back to talk to us -- one girl,
one boy, around 14 and 15. Rob and I turned around and knelt on the front
seat so that we were facing them. We talked, and after a while, I could
feel Robby's hand on my crutch! He rubbed my penis through my shorts until
he gave me a raging horn. I leaned over and whispered in his ear "You're a
cheeky boy"! He leaned back and said "Oh, I can be much cheekier than
that..!". I said "Go on then"...

With that, he slid his hand back between me and the seat I was leaning
against, I leaned back a little -- so that he would know I wanted him to
keep going. He found my zip and slowly slid it down while we both carried
on the innocent conversation with the two in the back seat. Once he had my
zip down he gently eased his hand inside the opening of my shorts, he
pulled down the elastic on my undies and brought my cock out into the fresh
air. The feeling was so awesome because all this was happening in front of
two other people, yet they knew nothing of what was going on!

He slowly eased my foreskin up and down, doing it gently so that he
wouldn't make my body move too much. I was trying to be still on the
outside while being ready to explode on the inside. This must have gone on
for about 15 minutes, Robby stroking my hard cock while we spoke to the
other two about everything and nothing. Because I couldn't concentrate
properly on what he was doing, there was no chance of me cumming, which
added to the pleasure in a way.

After a while the other two must have got bored so they said they were
going swimming instead. As soon as they were out of sight I grabbed Rob and
tickled him for being so naughty! I told him he better finish the job off
now. So we sat down normally and he told me to keep watch while he gave me
"a treat". He put his head down onto my lap and took my penis in his mouth
and gently sucked me off. I played with his hair (as I always did) while he
sucked me and rubbed my balls. I put my hand over towards his zip and soon
released his cock into the daylight. I slowly masturbated him while he
sucked on me. It didn't take us long before we reached our `peak' I came
into Rob's mouth first and them about 30 seconds later he let go and shot
his little load also.

We cleaned up, got out of the car, then went to lie down on a rug near the
rest of the family. From what I remember, we both fell asleep in a matter
of minutes. I have often wondered since if some of the older and more
sexually experienced members of the family ever wondered at times like that
why Robby and I would spend so much time alone -- and then fall asleep
together...

That night I was staying over with Rob at his house. We always slept in the
same room, but, unbeknown to his parents -- we also slept in the same
bed. Rob had a little white rubber wedge thing that we jammed under the
door, just so that nobody could come in unannounced. Nobody ever did come
in -- but we wanted to be certain. We climbed into bed together -- naked as
always -- and hugged each other, kissed each other, sucked each other. One
of our greatest pleasures was simply lying naked together with as much of
our bare skin touching as we could manage. We also loved to kiss,
especially sucking gently each other's tongues, we found that very sensual.
We often went to sleep with one of us actually lying on top of the other.
Neither of us was very heavy, so after we had some sort of sex, it seemed
natural to stay they way we were.

There were many times where we had hours and hours together, alone, doing
what came naturally to us, but most of that will simply stay in my
memory. That is all I have left now. Part of me wishes that I could have
gone with Robby, but as I have no particular suicidal tendencies -- at the
moment - that is not likely to happen. Nevertheless, the memories of my
friend Robby will live on and each night now I will lie in bed thinking
about Robby -- thinking about him in "companionable silence" -- as Rob used
to say.


Thank you again for all of those people that befriended Robby through
Messenger and email and who willingly shared your photographs with him. We
both loved looking at other naked kids our age, we loved to compare
ourselves with them. We both came to the conclusion that we were just
average boys in the sexual development department, but were both very happy
with what we had. I will miss all those photographs...

Thankyou, goodbye.

peterhayward15@hotmail.com