Date: Thu, 20 Jan 2011 22:37:53 -0700
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Robin 3

Robin
by dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)

3:  A New Persona

It was now almost noon on Saturday.  Monday morning would bring another
major change in Robin's and my life.

"Robin get up, greet your new life and your new persona."

 He jumped to attention and stood waiting for instructions.

1. "SSS," I said.

"SSS?"

"Shit, shower and shave!"

This room has a double sized shower, yours has a single and the bathroom
down the hall has a tub, take your choice.  Robin, was at my side in an
instant with his toiletry bag in hand.  We showered together, no sex but
lots of touching and feeling and fondling.  It was short and pleasant.

2. "Dress", Robin went to his room and quickly put away his clothing,
dressing in his new undies, modeling them and then his new slacks and
shirt.  His long muscular legs ended in a nice rounded small butt toped
with a very small waste that widened to massive, for his age shoulders.  He
is just under 2 m (about +6') tall.

3. Food.  We went down and I made us one hell of an omelet and potatoes.

I had called my office on Friday to let them know when I would be in, so
they could make sure the fridge was stocked with fresh perishables.  My
receptionist told me someone had called on Thursday asking for me.  She
told the caller I was stranded in Billings but he did not want my cell
number.

"He did ask if you had a son, I told him yes but he was not in the office
either", she hoped that was okay.

 Hum, I guess the cop was doing his job.

4. Robin's, orientation in your new town, job and school.  We started in
the garage.  I dug out John's old bike and put it, along with mine in the
mini van.  We drove around to shops for repairs, clothing, more food,
showed him his school, the pool and sports fields and so on.  We ordered
stuff for the weight room at home, bought CD's and things like a new
computer and desk for Robin's room and other stuff a teen would like.
Generally had a good time making AMEX rich.  I showed him the location of
the stores he would need to visit later in the week.  We ended up at my,
well now our office.

"How do you do that?" he inquired.

"Do what, Robin?"

" Have everything planned so carefully in advance, that we visited 8
locations, went by another 10, never back tracked once and you knew in
advance what you wanted before we entered a store or business?"

"Oh that is just a memory trick I learned a long time ago, it is probably
why I have been so successful as a consultant, I plan, everything in great
detail but always with two or three well thought out alternatives, that
plus my philosophy of living what I preach, not preaching how to live."  He
looked a bit confused.

"You know how committed I have been to Scouting and what the scouts motto
is?"

"Oh, be prepared."

"Well I am prepared, and you will learn to be prepared too."

We went into the office.

My office is not very large but comfortable and just overflowing with
books, papers, maps and computers.  My personal office is filled with
memorabilia and my desk is one great horizontal file.  Robin could not
believe anyone could work in such an environment.

 "I do very little "real work" any more, I no longer make maps or do
detailed calculations, mostly I administrate, direct, suggest, lead and
inspire. You young people get to do the fun stuff, like being outside,
camping, mapping, data collection and research.  I do a lot of writing and
interpretation."

"Your desk is over here in the "bull pen," a small room with 6
workstations, no walls or dividers.  "You share this space with the other
students and part timers."

My office mgr. had made up his name plate and laid out his sign up, sign in
instructions.  Robin looked quite pleased with all this, he smiled and
slowly ran his hand over the state of the art computer terminal.  We toured
the place so he would know the location of important things like fridge,
washrooms and so on.  I reminded him when in the office I was never Uncle
but Derek or Dr. Smyth; John and Liz do not call me dad either, when in a
teaching situation I am professor or Dr., when we are alone anything that
gets my attention...

Winter is not harsh on the Washington coast.  It is dull and wet with brief
warm and sometimes sunny days.  It was now almost 6 PM and dark.  We drove
back home so Robin could learn the route.

It was Robin's turn to cook, something he had little experience with, his
mom always did it I figured.  The poor kid had little experience at doing
most things.  I think he was about to protest, cooking was girls work but
realized no girls present.  I could see the light turn on in his head as
realization struck.  I placed my arm around his shoulder and gently hugged
him.  "Planning 101," I said, "just brake it into constituent parts, be
logical and remember planning is interactive, so you figure out the start,
then the end, and work both ways into the middle.  Lay out your plan and
implement.  Do it on paper it you want."

"I have never prepared a meal before, tell me what to do and I'll do it."

"No, Robin, if I tell you, you learn nothing, if you think it through for
yourself you gain knowledge and knowledge is power."  I kissed his
forehead.

"But what if it is wrong?"

"Meal preparation can not be right or wrong, it can only be successful or
unsuccessful.  What is your objective, balanced nutrition, fill er-up,
impress... Robin you have my permission to fail but you do not have my
permission not to try, so give yourself permission to let the chips fall
where they may."

"Okay kid, walk out of the room, then return and come right up to me, look
me in the eye and say, `adult, I am no longer a child, I am a free agent in
the household, I will make mistakes and I will have success, it is your job
to educate, guide and support, only'."  He did but he added `and fuck my
butt".

We laughed, kissed several times and got on with dinner.  It was simple,
most food groups but perhaps a bit over cooked.

I woke up early and sat by the bay windows reading while Robin slept.  God
he is beautiful I thought, like a large angle.  I read for a while when a
small voice intruded my thoughts.

"What you reading?"

"Oh, just one of the engineering journals I brought from the office."

He moved to my side and kissed me cheek, sitting on the window seat, his
naked body sculpted like a Greek statue.  We exchanged pleasantries then
asked about the little garden office by the garage.

"What's the story about that building?"

"No, story it is just my garden office. "

"Oh, no you don't, everything around this place and your life has a story,
tell."

"That was the playhouse when the children were small.  Gloria, turned it
into her garden office.  She would write in her journals, sometimes take a
nap and sheltered from the frequent rain in it."

He had picked up my telescope and was looking at it.

"Why are people in it now?"

"Well, I have a part time gardener who uses it now.  I have not had the
time or energy to keep the place up by myself, since Gloria died."

"It is Sunday morning, Derek, tell all."

"Okay, about two months after Gloria passed on I came home early in the
afternoon and found an old Honda Civic parked in the alley.  As I came into
the garage I saw the undressed forms of my neighbor's 15 year old daughter
and her boyfriend in the front seat.  So I did what any good dad would do.
I pulled in the garage and summoned the kids to me.  They knew I saw them
and why I gave the come here hand wave, they tried to dress and soon
appeared.  I think they thought I was about to give them a lecture.  I did
not.  I, stopped their attempted explanation with another hand movement,
placing my arm around Phil's shoulder and inviting Mary-Carol into the
other, tried to reassure them.  I would not say anything to parents and
only that they should find a safe, larger and move comfortable place to
fornicate.  Although I did not say fornicate, I said something like express
your passion.  They were about to protest that they had no place else to go
and I had no suggestions to offer, until I looked out the garage window and
saw the garden office.  I just stared at it and they did too."

"You mean we can..." Mary Carol studded.

"Well, MC it has always been a safe, dry playhouse and I'm not using it for
much myself.  Same rules as when you kids played here with my children.  No
fighting, only safe activities and clean up your mess when you leave.  I
kissed her on the forehead, shook his hand with the scout hand sake and
went into the house."

"Yes, well is that who is in the place now?"

"I suspect so," I said.

"How do you know?"

"The story continues, remember you asked for this, so now you must hear it
all.

About three days later I took the garbage out and when I opened the lid
laying on top was a used condom with a small note, "a scout is always
prepared".  Phil had been one of my Cub-Scout-Explorer lads, in the group
just behind John.  MC living just over there," I pointed, "not only played
with the kids but had a great fondness for Gloria and would spend hours
with her in the garden.  Anyway, I knew this was a sign to me, not only
were they cleaning up but that they were being responsible.  That is the
best complement a teacher can have you know.  Anyway I looked in the office
to see, it was: clean, neat, organized and well ordered.  I went into the
house and got two wool blankets and placed them on Gloria's old day bed.

I rarely saw them come and go but could see the place was being used.  That
first few month's after Gloria," I now started to cry, "was very difficult.
I was lonely and I think depressed, anyway spring was advancing and the
garden needed work and I didn't have the energy to attack it.  So, I left a
note in the office asking Phil and MC to join me in the hot tub on the
coming Friday.  They, arrived and we shared some beer and did the tub bit.
I asked Phil if he was interested in a job looking after the grounds.  Phil
is studying horticulture at local college.  He was delighted but was afraid
he was not knowledgeable enough.  He has used Gloria's old journals and has
been keeping them up all this time.  So that is who is in the office and
why I never go and check unless I see Phil in the yard.  Time for food
kid."

I took Robin to meet MC and Phil.  We all went for a bike ride that
afternoon and they agreed to introduce him to other teens in the
neighborhood.  Everyone needs friends, especially teenagers.  MC was also
delighted to be seen with three such sexy men as she put it.  We did look
good in our lycra pants and tops.  It was obvious that Robin thought MC was
something special.  He had a hard on larger then Phil's and I'm sure I had
been servicing him more often of late them MC was Phil.  We all returned to
the hot tub so Robin and I got to use our new speedos.  MC thought Robin
had the nicest butt of all.  Now, I am over 40 so any complement is
appreciated but Robin got quite red when she mentioned it.  Phil was not a
bit jealous, as I could see, then he has been getting it from her for
almost two years steady, so I guess he feels secure.

MC's father had asked me several times over the years if I knew where and
when she and Phil were doing it, as he wanted to catch them but never
could.  I would just smile and say no.  It would never brake a trust that I
implicitly made, by offering the office and if they chose not to share
their intimacy with him, that was their business, not mine.

Later I suggested to Robin that it would only take Mary Carol a few days to
tell all her friends about the good looking blond with the nicest butt of
all.  You will have more girls hanging around here than one can shake a
stick at, by Friday.

"Derek, I'm not sure I want that," was his response.

"Robin, I am sure you do," was mine.

"How can you say that when all I want is to love and have sex with you."

"That is all you know, so don't draw conclusions to quickly.  Phil will
introduce you to some of his male friends and you will meet both boys and
girls at your new school.  Robin your physical reaction to MC was clear to
me and to her.  Don't think for one minute, she did not notice that every
time you looked at her, your cock grew a by 50%."  He got red again.  "Now
don't blush on me," I said as my arms wrapped around him.  "Look you and I
enjoy a special relationship, you can enjoy girls, other boys or other men
and that won't change what we feel for each other or how we choose to
express that feeling.  As I told you before, I will want to have sex with
women from time to time, so why can't you too.  We will need to communicate
with each other from time to time about this, you know."

"Because, I'm gay," he began blubbering.

"No Robin you are not necessarily gay and you are not straight like Phil, I
think you are probably BI, perhaps with a gay bias.  Why not explore the
world and experiment and see where it all leads.  If after two or three
encounters, you find bedding girls is not for you then so be it, you are
gay, but until that time lets keep an open mind.  I'll bet the thought of
Phil and MC on the day bed in the office doing all the sexual things, two
teens can do with each other, is extremely exciting for you; so exciting in
fact that you will tear off that sexy Speedo and fuck my face in the next 2
minutes."  He did.

We then watched several BI DVD's, I could see from his expressions he was
beginning to agree with me; perhaps it would be premature to reject 50 % of
the potential sex partners on the planet, without sufficient data.

He now began to think about the Morning.  What was to happen.

"Well, you will come to work with me.  I have lots of papers for you to
fill out.  Then we visit our lawyer and then the school."

Robin would attend St. Andrew's, a privet boarding/day school for boys and
girls.  It has a distinctive military flavor to it.  The uniforms are sharp
and very sexy, "we will also visit the school tailor."

"Don't you have to work?"

"Oh, yes I have a bit to do and so do you at the office but until everyone
finds out I have returned from my trip east, the phones will be relatively
quiet."

The alarm went off at 6 am.  I struggled to get up.  Robin jumped to
attention, the difference between 45 and 15.  We brushed our teeth and
rushed back to bed, so I could suck his beautiful cock.  We lay side by
side mouth to cock, drinking in each others essence, and manhood.  His cock
slid down my now well trained throat, my tongue played along its length and
the muscles in my throat milked the head of his cock; my hand fondled his
large almost hairless ball sack, with the other index finger and thumb
worked his prostrate, from both inside and outside.  Robin's technique was
like mine and our hips gently thrusted our cocks into each other yearning
mouths.

For a few refractory moments we lay in each other grasp he asked me if
Gloria and I had shared morning sex like he and I have begun doing.  I told
him the truth, that until Gloria became ill we had sex three times a day
morning, late afternoon and night, every day of our lives together from the
first day I met her on the Univ. campus.  I also told him about the three
year period of near absence.  I only had sex a few times since she died and
none while she was sick, "it about killed me."  He, Robin was what
rekindled my desire to do something about it and I thanked him.

We began our rounds.  Robin got to meet most of the staff and his office
mates.  John greeted him like a long lost cousin.  They spent a short time
getting aquatinted in John's office.  As we departed John mumbled something
about seeing us later that evening and gave me a thumbs up sign behind
Robin's back.  I took that to indicate his tentative approval.  Robin told
me in the car that he sure liked John, he thought they "hit it off, like
kindred spirits".  Robin had given him a thumbnail of how we found each
other.

"He had most of the story figured out before we arrived," Robin said with a
look of amazement and wonder on his face.  I figured he would ware that
look a lot over the next few weeks.

At the School while they gave Robin his orientation, I related almost all
the facts of Robin's case to the head master.  Head Master Macmillan is as
gay as they come.  He is highly professional and while he would not approve
of my relationship with Robin, had the presence of mind not to ask either.
He understood the situation Robin came from and reasons for not examining
his papers to closely, taking off his reading glasses he scanned the
transcripts and signed him in as Robin Smyth, using my lawyer's office as
residence.

My lawyer and executor of the Smyth Family Trust, which was paying Robin's
tuition had prepared Macmillan for most of it.  When I asked him, as one of
my oldest friends, to just accept what I was doing, as in the boys best
interest, he did.  When Robin entered the room he was greeted warmly and
Macmillan quickly gave him the usual introduction, adding that he was gay
something he would hear from the other students anyway and that he was
willing and able to help any boy or girl that encountered a sexual
orientation copping problem.  The school made no distinction among
students, except for a few normal gender divisions (washrooms, showers and
sleeping).

No form or type of discrimination was allowed, ever.  No sex in the school
between students or staff in any combination was permitted and girls and
boys were on separate sports teams, for those sports that had body contact,
everything else was coed.  Because of the wide range of student ages the
older ones were expected to mentor and protect the younger ones.  He would
not have a junior student assigned until next term, so he should be a big
brother to all.

He would report to class at 8:30 am and for breakfast if he chose before
that.  He was expected to eat lunch at school and could access the sports
facilities and library until 10 PM.  I took Robin to the tailor for his
uniform.  Fortunately he was an off the rack size.  We dropped off his PE
and sports stuff and went home.  Robin asked about the no sex rule, is that
why he was not staying at the school but here with me?  Only partly but if
he wanted to stay at the school he could.  Oh, no he wanted to stay with
me, he wanted to sleep in my bed, be fucked by my cock and to share my
company.  I thanked him adding if he ever wanted to stay at the school,
sometimes the company of your own age group is important, or if he wanted
to study later, he could and I would not offend, I would understand.  He
thought a bit and then asked if he could bring students home to with him.
Of course he could, but that would need to be planned and permission
granted from the administration.  He could bring boys or girls or both, his
choice, he should clear it with me first, however.  He asked if that no sex
rule was really enforced.

"Well, how can they enforce it if two roommates decide to suck cock?  Now
they can try and keep boys and girls separated and adults/staff and
students separated.  The school must have firm rules about these things but
enforcing them is another matter, isn't it?"

"Robin, if you bring a friend or friends home and close your door, you can
be assured of your privacy, as long as your are not doing drugs or hurting
anyone and the sex you share is safe and responsible, you have my word."

"What if one of them wants you, what then?"

"I'm not sure that will ever happen but I do not want to have sex with
anyone under 18 except you.  Now bring me an over 18 person that is as good
looking and talented as yourself and I'll teach you all about manage du
tois."

"Well Derek, MC would jump in bed with you in a minute, you know."

"Ya, I figured that."

"You mean you would sleep with her?"

"In a heartbeat lad, that is one hot chick but not if Phil would object of
course."

"I don't understand?"

"Well son, Phil is my young friend and friends don't do stuff that would
hurt each others feelings.  You must understand that I am and have always
been in an authority and power situation with Mary Carol and Phil.  It
would be unfair for me to have sex with either of them without the other
accepting the fact."

"What about me and MC?"

"She is fair game for you Robin, or him for that matter.  You are not in a
power situation, nor do you have any kind of standing friendship.  But if
you become friends..."

"I, see that would change it."

"I do not have any kind of sexual relationship with any non family that
works for me, except for one female geologist that consults for us some
times and she is almost family."  He looked puzzled.  "No sex in the
office, it is a bad management policy and it gets into that power situation
again."

"For me to?"

"No Robin, you are part of my family.  If you decide to get into something
with another staff member, that is your choice but I would not advise it,
that's all.  As for you and me, we made a choice in that motel some days
ago remember.  That decision had and will continue to have influence for
the remainder of our lives, no matter what happens in the end.  Neither of
us will ever be the same as we were before."

"Tammy is treated differently, we were undergraduates together and I was
sleeping with her before I met Gloria, so we have history just like you and
I will have history.  She has consulted for me off an on over the years.  I
never had sex with her from the time we broke up, before I met Gloria,
until after Gloria passed away.  It was Tammy that got me through the worst
part of the grieving.  As soon as she was able to visit after Gloria's
passing, she came to give what support she could.  When she visits or works
here I'll sleep with her given the chance, god is that woman wild in bed.
Tammy and Gloria were friends for all these years.  Tammy does not love me
nor I her, we do respect each other as people and scientists and we both
like a good fuck, pure lust and nothing more.  I'll bet she takes you for a
wild ride or two kid, next time she visits."

"You think so?"

"With a butt, cock and smile like yours, how could it be otherwise."

"Oh, I think you are bias."

"Well maybe so but come over here and lets give your cock a work out in my
butt anyway."

John showed up after dinner and just a few minutes after Robin had serviced
my ass.  I always feel so empty after he withdraws, I wonder if Robin feels
the same?  Anyway, John showed up and shared a beer with Robin and I.  They
continued to get to know each other as I went about cleaning up the
kitchen.  John put his arm around Robin's shoulder, saying something about
if he was to be his little brother, and directed him up stairs.  When they
returned about 30 minutes later Robin had one of his wow facial
expressions.  He was carrying a bundle to clothing.  "Look what John gave
me, and it fits too."  John had rooted through his old stuff and found lots
of clothing for Robin including several old but still very serviceable
school uniforms.

"I thought you got rid of that stuff years ago," I commented to John.

"Well dad, you are not the only one who is sentential around here.  I could
not bring myself to discard this stuff to anyone that wasn't worthy and I
always wanted a brother, you know."