Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2011 14:22:49 -0700
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Robin 1

This story is fiction and full of sex between men and boys, boys and girls,
men and women, much of it intergenerational.  It this offends you then do
not read it. If you are not of legal age to read such you are asked to self
censor and not.  The posting rights for his story are with Nifty and I
retain the copyright.  Please fell free to comment.  This story does not
have an editor and I am sure it suffers by the lack.  Sorry about that.  I
trust you will enjoy anyway.  dnrock


Robin
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)

1.  A Chance Meeting?

I turned off the I-state in eastern North Dakota, needed fuel in the car
and coffee in me.  A small town lay about 2 km further north but the
brightly lit, truck stop/gas shop attracted my attention.  Conditions: a
north wind, 35 to 40 km/hr, - 30º C temperatures and blowing snow were
making driving a bit changeling.  Turning in the drive I scanned the scene.
I spotted a loan figure, across the road and a little north, walking south
toward the truck stop and/or the I-state, blowing snow swirling up around
him.  "Hiking on a day like today, that fellow must be just frozen,
especially if he had walked from the town." I said to myself.  Four banks
of pumps lined up in front and a number of big rig fueling stations were
positioned in the rear.  Frost had formed on the large windows of the
building.

I finished filling the tank, glanced up noticing the loan figure now almost
to the I 94 entrance; I figured this person was trying to hitch a ride,
west probably.  Man he must be cold and a bit desperate to be out on a day
like today.  I'm going west, so I better offer him a ride, in weather like
this I could use the company, I thought.  There won't be much traffic on a
day like today either.  I picked up a large coffee and a large hot
chocolate, paid and headed out.  Placing the cups in the armrest cup
holder.  I quickly cleared my junk from the passenger's seat, pulled off my
parka, tossing it into the back.

Pulling up to the hitchhiker, I rolled down the window and asked, "heading
west?"  A suppressed young man with a very red, cold face stared back for a
second, then responded.  "Ya..uh..yes sir."  I flipped the electronic door
locks open.  I don't think he realized the car had come up behind him, the
wind probably obscured the sound.

"Well put your stuff in the back seat and climb in before we both freeze."

My curiosity was sparked by his youthful presence in such a hostile
environment, from his voice and smooth face I judged him a student, maybe
16.  I would be curious any way but being a youth I was extra curious.  He
obviously had little experience with hitchhiking.  He put a large back pack
in the back seat and settled in on my right.  He was very cold, huddling
down, removing his mittens, fastening the seat belt.  The parka hood
covered his head and most of his face.  I slipped the 300 M in drive and
turned onto the on ramp.  After reaching highway cursing speed, about 55
mph (90 km/hr) in these conditions, I offered him the hot chocolate.  He
pushed back the hood looking a bit puzzled.

"I didn't know if you liked coffee, so I got hot chocolate," I said.

"I don't drink much coffee but how did you know I liked hot chocolate?"

"I guessed, on a day like today a hot drink is the fastest way to warm up.
My name is Derek Smyth, that's Smyth with a `Y' not an `I'," extending my
hand, which he took after fumbling with his mittens and drink.

"I'm Robin Smith with an `I' not a `Y'," taking my hand for a firm shake
and a bright smile.  Yes a school aged youth, polite and sharp.  I liked
his smile, it was wide and genuine and I liked the twinkle in his eye.

"Get comfortable Robin, I'll put on some soul warming car music," and I
turned on the CD player with the best of the Beach Boys.  "Fun music all
about summer," I mused.

Robin did not respond but smiled and drank his drink.  He soon began to
relax and get warmed up, tapping his foot to the beat of "Surf City".
Removing his parka and ski pants he revealed a thin youth of 15 or 16, with
very red cheeks, long blond hair, about 75 kg (160 lbs.) and 2 m (6' 2")
tall.  It was a bit of a chore, requiring lots of squirming, but he
managed.  He was dressed in a sweater, rather tight fitting jeans, not the
baggy style so much in vogue today, and felt boots.

Snow was blowing across the road in sheets, just above the pavement; black
Ice conditions, I thought, better keep alert.  The north wind was getting
stronger and even though we were traveling due west and at reduced speed my
fuel economy was poor, stops would be more frequent then usual.  I travel
between Chicago and Vancouver, WA several time a year.  This time I took I
94 instead of I 90, no real reason, just an alternate landscape.  I am a
licensed pilot, but flying takes lots of planing and organization, driving
is freedom from the office responsibilities and gives me a chance to be
alone, to think.

"Well, Robin, how far west are you going?"

"I....I don't know," he blushed while saying this.

I didn't think his cheeks could become redder but they did.

"Does it matter?  I guess it does but..."

"I am going to the coast, if that is any help."

"Ya, so am I then, if you don't mind Mr. Smyth, with a `Y'."

"Call me Derek if you would, when ever anyone addresses me as Mr. I keep
looking around for my father."

"Okay, Derek."

"What brings you to be traveling in such poor weather, so early in the
morning (it was about 8:00 am now) with no fixed destination; are you in
some kind of difficulty?"

 I could see he was uncomfortable with the question and judged him a run
away, probably with little or no money and with little preparation.  He did
not answer so I continued.

"Look Robin, I am not about to pass judgment on you, I don't do that, never
have, never will.  I need to know if you are underage and if you need to be
keeping a low profile."  He volunteered he was 15 and he was leaving home.

"My dad told me to leave and leave I did."

"Okay, you don't have a license so I will do the driving and if the cops
aren't looking for you no reason to hide."

I sipped my coffee checked the gauges, traffic and mirrors, etc.  I liked
this kid's up front and to the point attitude.  I liked his spunk.  His dad
told him to leave so he just up and did it.  I hope he made some kind of
mental preparations though.

"Derek," he asked, "what is the company name on your car door?"

The fact that he noticed this kind of detail, in his hurry to get in,
impressed me.  I explained I was a consulting geologist and engineer.  I
went on to relate to him why I was driving across the country.  I told him
about my boyhood friend's funeral, that I had just attended; and that he
died from AIDS related complications.  I explained how we had grown up
together but our paths had separated for many years, living in different
parts of the country.  That when I learned he had AIDS, I made it my
priority to see him several times a year, he needed emotional support and
friendship, both commodities I had plenty of.

I don't quite know why I felt it necessary to unburden my self to this
young man, someone I had just met, someone who shrilly had his own burdens,
but I did.  Robin asked how Mike got AIDS; so I told him about Mike's
homosexuality, something I realized while we were still prepubescent boys.
I explained a bit about Mike and me and our friends growing up in a small
Illinois town, being in the church quire and scouts together.  About our
mothers and younger sisters being good friends.

I emphasized that he and I never discussed sexual orientation, "I just knew
and he knew I knew and understood and that was that.  We must make judgment
calls every day about thousands of things but never pass judgment on
others, if you know what I mean.?"

"You...you just accepted his orientation but your are not gay yourself"?

"Well yes, I just took Mike and about everyone else the way they come.  I
make judgments about them, like Mike needing my support but never pass
judgment.  I am probably BI myself but have had very little and no recent
male-male sexual experience."

"Well how do you know then"?

"I know what I like and what interests and stimulates me.  I have had lots
of experience with women and have two kids, not all that much older then
you.  My wife died of cancer three years ago.  I have just never had much
opportunity to have sex with men.  Most of the gay's I know are not
interested in me or me in them.  I spent several yeas with a gay room mate
in college, we are still good friends but just never interested in sex with
each other".

 I could see he was a bit confused by this but thought it best to just get
him talking about himself.

"Now Robin it is your turn tell me about you".

He started with the usual stuff, school, interests and so on.  He claimed
to be a top student, liked sports, photography, singing, Mark Twain and
A. C. Doyle.  Finely he told me his father was a fundamentalist minister
and had a real hatred of homosexuals, science and non whites.  It all came
together.

We were now about half way between his home town and Bismarck.  I thought
it best to probe a bit further.  I suggested that his father asked him to
leave the house as he could not have his son being known as a queer, non
white lover, evolutionist in the community.  I figured his mother went
along with dad but had little choice.  He was amazed by the accuracy of my
guess.

"Elementary Watson, I quipped."

Which brought a great smile to his otherwise serious face, Robin quickly
explained the details.  He was told to go, so he did, gathering up some
clothing and personal things, what little money he had, his camera and
skipped out early in the morning before the parents woke up.  He was also
afraid his parents would try and send him to some kind of religious
deprogramming camp or something like that.  His dad had suggested that
action to one of his church members, about a year ago.

I asked him if he had given this leaving much advanced thought.  Oh ya, he
had known for some time he might be gay or thought he might be, or perhaps
BI and he been worried about confronting his parents.  He has in major
disagreement with his dad and the church about evolution and he rather
liked the "godless Asians" and local first nations peoples he went to
school with.  Robin had been surfing the net and gathering as much
information about things as he could; about gay and hetro sex along with
some porn, science and so on, all of which sounded quite normal to me.  He
was a voracious reader, like myself and I was sure very bright.  He had
decided to leave at the end of high school, just go away to university and
never come back, but things came to a head a few years sooner then he had
planned, when his dad discovered him reading his `research'.  We laughed
about that, I figured between Darwin and Porn his dad came close to a heart
attack.  More laughing.

I suggested he call his mother and let her know he was Ok.  He did not have
to tell her any more than that, except that he lover her.  Mothers need to
know these things and parents worry.  He figured his parents didn't love
him so why bother.  I assured him a mother's love was stronger then any
religious views, probably a father's too.  I handed him the phone.  He
finely called and I could tell his mother had been worried and was somewhat
reassured he was all right and would be okay.  He told her he would contact
her when he settled someplace and he loved her.

"Feel better now Robin?"

"Ya a lot better."

" It is always good to get it out and deal with it," I commented.

We drove all day stopping for fuel and food every 3 hours.  Reaching
Billings Montana in the dark, I was beginning to feel tired.  I usually
drive straight through stopping only to nap in the car but given the
weather and my passenger, I figured a motel was the best option.

This boy had grown on me during the course of the day.  We had both just
suffered major dislocations in our lives and seemed to empathize with each
other.  He was bright and witty.  He was good looking and seemed interested
in everything, especially geology and science in general.  Our conversation
was stimulating and the time passed quickly.  He would come back to sex
often in the conversation asking questions about being gay or BI.  He was
curious about the attitudes of people towards gay and could not understand
why they were discriminated against.  I tried to explain as much as I
could.  When I asked him about the teachings of the church and his faith he
admitted great confusion and his father's refusal to address these and
other questions like evolution, in anything but a fundamentalist biblical
interpretation, had more or less turned him against everything and when his
father turned him away, well he lost it all, or so he said.

I figured he kind of did but we teach the way we were taught and it would
take some time for him to replace or modify this learned faith.  Most of
all, what I saw in Robin was a young and callow Derek.  This was me 35 or
so years ago, all the same questions, all the same desires and drives,
coupled with the same intensity, and I think ability.  God we even look
alike, at 15 I was his size with bright red cheeks and bushy blond hair.
He had accessed my hormones too.  Now I appreciate a well formed human
body, male or female and have often been stimulated by both over the years;
but this boy had my cock stiff and my balls tingling, just sitting in the
car fully clothed.

I pulled into the Super 8 on the east side of Billings.  Robin was a bit
hesitant.  I knew he didn't have much money so suggested we share a room,
my expense account would cover it.  Being under aged and traveling with me
I suggested, if asked he just tell the truth and let people spell our sir
names the way they chose and not to correct them.  No one asked.

We took our stuff to the room, prepared the car for its rest and found a
good meal.  It was now almost 10 PM. and I wanted a hot shower.  As I
prepared for my shower and change of clothing I began to notice just how
good looking this kid's body was.  He had a nice tight butt and long legs,
broad shoulders for a boy and a small round button nose.  His eyes were
gray and large, set well apart.  His hair was long but not to long and he
carried himself with confidence.  I took off my pants and shirt moved
around the room in my briefs, black Jockey bikinis.  I sport a good sized
22 cm (+8") cock with large balls, I fill my briefs when defaulted and
being half hard, reasonably well.  His gaze fixed on my crotch.  I have
very broad shoulders, sandy graying hair of medium length and a harry
chest.  My legs are strong from biking, skating and hiking.  My upper chest
is well formed from swimming and over all I am a nice piece of work.  I say
this because, that is what both men and women say about me.  Robin kept his
shirt and jeans on but I could see he was well endowed too and my parade
was causing his flag to rise.

I let the water run hot and hard, it pored over my back and chest.  A long
hot shower always makes my back feel good.  I played with my cock and balls
wanting to masturbate, the more I played the more I thought about Robin and
the harder I got.  Finely ejaculating into the shower stream.  I think I
was falling for his lad.  Was I becoming a pedophile?  This kid is younger
than my son.  When I came out of the shower Robin was down to his briefs.
They were standard Wall-Mart issue and he filled them very well.  I started
to harden up with my first look.  We changed places before he noticed, at
least I hoped so.  I noticed what I thought was a crotch reaction on him,
or was it wishful thinking.  I lay on one of the beds in my briefs and
began to drift off when Robin popped the door open asking if I had an extra
tooth brush.  Something he had forgotten.  I didn't but volunteered to get
him one from the vending machine in the lobby.

When I returned he was in the bathroom with the door open.  I entered and
handed him the brush, he was just drying himself and in the small room we
were in very close contact.  I wanted to gather him up and kiss every inch
of his youthful sexy body.  His cock was hard and it stood straight out
about 19 cm (7.5") with a tuff of blond pubic hair and balls that hung
down.  His waste was very narrow and his tummy flat and hard.  He was a
young Greek god.  Handing him the brush and paste I asked if he wanted me
to dry his back.  Ok, handing me the towel.  He was not the least
embarrassed to stand before me hard cock and naked.  He turned to brush and
I moved behind him drying his back, shoulders, middle and lower finely
moving the towel over his small round butt.  I wanted to cup his butt
cheeks in my hands but resisted.

As I slung the towel over the shower curtain rail he leaned back against me
pressing his butt gently into my still clothed groin.

"Do you think I have a nice body," he asked?

"Oh, yes a very nice body, you are a very handsome lad and sexy too."

I wanted to hold him and wrap my arms around him but resisted the urge.  I
exited again while removing my pants and shirt.  He followed me into the
room watching my every move.  I turned around and we were now face to face
both sporting full hard cocks, he naked and me in my briefs.  I placed my
hands on my breasts and ran them down my body asking what he thought of
this old man.  Handsome, sexy and not all that old either.  We both
laughed.  I took his hand and moved us between the two beds.  Sitting down
on one he sat on the other facing each other across the narrow lie between.
I put my right hand on his knee and looking right into his eyes feeling an
electric like flow between us.  The tingling went from my fingers right to
my balls and they began to tingle.

 "Robin," I said, "I would very much like to do sexual things with you,
things I have not done with another man for many years but..."

"But what?"

"You are a minor and I can not ask or act on those desires.  You of course
may not be interested and if not that is Ok.  If you want to ask me, acting
as a free agent under no obligation or coercion that is different.  I need
your request, you are under no obligation or pressure in any way to give
it, understood."

"Derek, I want you to touch me, I want to touch you, please."  He looked
with large pleading eyes straight into mine, his whole body language and
expression was one of pleading and anticipation.  "Please teach me
how...how men..."

"Yes, yes," I said standing up, taking his hand in my left I pulled the
covers back with my right and moved his fingers to my briefs, "help me get
them off."

We settled onto the firm whiteness eyes locked together, hands exploring
each others curvatures.  Anticipation and excitement was growing with each
passing moment.  I broke the Trans. by kissing his cheek, the rounded still
red soft skinned cheek of youth.  He kissed mine.  I kissed his nose, round
small and smooth.  He kissed mine.  Our roving hands found cocks and balls,
butts and nipples, they gilded over legs and arms backs and necks.  I
kissed his lips.  It was a hesitant kiss not returned.  I kissed him again,
this time with more passion.  He responded.  Our lips met, locked and our
tongs played a duel each probe sending a tingling sensation down my back to
terminate in my anus.  My balls were tingling and my cock was so hard it
began to feel uncomfortable.  He was afraid and so was I, we were both
afraid of the unknown but much to curious and hormone driven to stop now.

Robin was crying not a hard cry but his eyes were tearing as he pulled
himself hard against my body.

"I...I don't know... what to do," he murmured.  It looked so simple on the
"dad and son" porn sites, in all the gay sex pictures but..."

"It's Ok kid, just do what you feel comfortable with.  If it feels good
then it is good, if you think you would like it, then I probably will too,
if you don't want to do something don't, if you want me to stop doing
something just say so, Ok."

He did not answer with words but began nibbling my earlobe and kissing my
face.  My hands were now fixed on his masculinity.  Such a long, hard cock,
slightly up turned, smooth with a well defined head.  I began kissing my
way down his body chest, nipples, tummy.  When I got to his crotch, I swung
myself around so we were both crotch to mouth.  I began kissing his cock
head and fondling his balls with one hand and his ass with the other.  My
lips slowly engulfed his swollen cock.  Sweet pre-come greeted my tongue,
young men can taste so good.  Robin, hesitantly at first, began kissing my
cock head, taking it into his mouth and working his tongue over around and
under.  His teeth got in the way a bit at first but he was soon sucking and
licking like an experienced woman.

I was not able to take him to deeply into my throat, lack of practice.
That would come with time.  I could take about 2/3's of his length and
would slowly move up and down dragging my tongue alone the underside,
wrapping it around the head and slowly work in down again.  He more or less
emulated me.  Suddenly he began ejaculating and I began sucking harder
using my hand on the base of his cock to pump the fluid out.  Damn that
tastes good, I had forgotten how good.  I began pressing my free fingers
into his anus.  I could tell by his body language he not only enjoyed what
was being done to him but what he was doing.  I could also tell he was
uncertain about what to do, when I would begin to shoot.  He was probably
not sure if he wanted to take it in the mouth.  But I had taken his load,
he would feel obligated.  My balls began to tighten and suddenly my load
was filling his cavern, spilling out the corners of his mouth and dripping
on his chest.

I had forgotten how good a man sucking on your cock could feel, even if he
didn't do it perfectly.  I had forgotten how stimulating his smell, the
smell of a young man was when your nose pressed against his pubic hair and
your finger was up his ass.  I had forgotten how good it felt to stroke a
male butt, mouth his balls and suck his cock.  This is one instance where
anticipation was less then realization, rear but it happens.  I was being
reminded how relaxing is was to lay next to a smooth male body, to feel the
strength and suppleness of the young.  I was being propelled back into my
long ago memory and confronted with reality.

I lusted for this young man, that lust had just been moderated but was
quickly recharging to even greater heights.  I had forgotten now wonderful
it was to be the giver of pleasure, to be a pleasure instructor; to know
that your student is feeling all those emotions and sensations, that you
had almost forgotten, the same ones you reveled in all those years ago.

We lay in the afterglow of good sex, face to cock in a side by side 69.
Each stroking and fondling, kissing and rubbing now flagellant cocks
against our faces and lips.  A time of reflection, a time to measure the
results of lust.  I always like this time the best with my wife.  Our lust
was a manifestation of love, with this boy at this time, love had not yet
been learned, it had been a sharing of pure lust.  That sharing was as
important, as the physical-emotional satisfaction of lust resolved.

Robin moved this time, he settled into my embrace face to face.  We held
each other and he began to cry.  I comforted him, was it joy, fear or
doubt?  We talked and kissed as lovers and luster's do.  He was as confused
about himself as I had been about myself at his age, very much so.  He
began to admit to himself, he was afraid of his immediate future.  He was
uncertain of his faith.  Most of all he was uncertain of himself and the
reality of his youthful confidence, how much was real and how much was
bravado.  He talked a long time and I learned much about him.  This was me
at his age, different details but me never the less.  Was he gay, was he a
believer or a doubter?  Was he godless or a demigod?