Date: Fri, 13 Jul 2007 16:43:12 -0700 (PDT) From: crispin emrys Subject: Crispin-and-Zephyr/Part-1-Crispin/Chapter-11-revised These stories are the product of my imagination. However, nothing happens in a vacuum. Like most fiction, it is based on real people I have met, places and events I have seen. The Prologue and Chapters 1-13 appeared on Nifty this winter. They have been extensively revised (especially Prologue and Chapter 13) and Chapter 13 has been completed. I will post two per week then continue with Chapter 14. To read these stories may be against the law where you are because of its content or your age. Or you may feel uncomfortable reading it because of the belief systems you have accepted. Follow the dictates of your heart. If you do read, I hope you enjoy it. When this five part story is completed, it will have told the tale of one boy and one man and how their intimate relationship and love for each other led to the creation of a modern day legion of boy knights. These knights errant became young champions of human and social rights and defenders of the weak and the downtrodden. These Boy Knights of the Green Republic reveal the true meaning, purpose and power of boyhood. You may be aware of the etymology of the word knight, that it is derived from the Old English cniht, meaning page boy, or servant, or simply boy. Knighthood, as in the Old English cnihthad, had the meaning of adolescence, that most intriguing period between childhood and manhood. In this sense every boy is a knight, and in my estimation a potential knight errant. Copyright 2007 Crispin Emrys. All Rights Reserved. This series may be displayed on any website so long as no money is charged for access and attribution is retained. Just ask permission first. Thanks. This project is dedicated to Guy Davenport, a gentle genius and unsurpassed writer of short stories who died in 2005, to every Crispin and Zephyr in this or any other world, and to you the reader that you may be encouraged by it. I am Crispin Emrys at crispinemrys@yahoo.com. Please feel free to contact me. I always enjoy hearing from readers. Index for Part I -- Crispin February 1999 Chap 1 -- Robbie 1 Chap 2 -- Robbie 2 Chap 3 -- Call to Crispin from Gwen Powell-Jones Chap 4 -- Crispin agrees to visit March 1999 Chap 5 -- Plane Boy -- Cody Clarke Chap 6 -- Crispin stays with Gwen, visits various schools and takes the offer Chap 7 -- Cris and Cody 1 Chap 8 -- Cris and Cody 2 Chap 9 -- Cody stays with Cris Chap 10 -- Cris finds a garage apartment Because of the large cast of characters, I thought it would be helpful to the reader to have a list. Ages are for March, 1999. Crispin Emrys Wydham Chipper Sutherland Anna (Annie) Rothko Aleksey Rothko (Alex, Alyosha, Alyoshka) -- 13 Mikhail/Michael Rothko (Misha, Mishka) [1983-1996] Robbie -- 15 Summer -- Robbie's mother -- 32 Tanner [1984-1998] Adam -- Tanner's brother -- 10 Gwendolyn Powell-Jones Cullen "Cully" Powell -- 23 Major Theresa (Terri) Clarke -- 35 Jonathan Cody Clarke -- 11 Uncle Billy Clarke -- 33 Paul - Uncle Billy's partner -- 22 Crispin and Zephyr Part 1 - Crispin Chapter 11 -- Revised March-April 1999 San Francisco "I know, sweetheart, I know." Cris sat on the old Uzbek carpet in the great room, which was really a gigantic living room, looking out toward the East Bay as he listened to the response on his portable phone. In the background some early chamber music of Beethoven was quietly playing through the four huge Klipsch speakers mounted to the walls. As much as he liked Beethoven, he knew his chamber music could never do justice to the speakers designed for both clean sounds and high volume. "What? Oh, that. Well, I'm not sure yet. But maybe. We can probably do that. By the way, tell me how is school going? "Really! That's terrific. "No, I am not really that surprised one bit. You are both very athletic and creatively intelligent. When they go hand in hand you would be a shoe in for the position. It makes you leadership material. Cody, I am really proud of you and happy for you. But, I want you to be careful and take good care of yourself. I want you in one piece when I get back to Denver. "I know, I know. "No, I have never doubted that. "Aw, you're sweet to say that. Yeah, sure. "OK, baby. I am going to have to ring off now. I love you. "Likewise. See you soon and I will call you this weekend. "Yeah, I did. Keep emailing, but do be careful what you say. You never know who is going to be reading it. "I know you know, honey. But, still, lets keep each other on our toes. "OK, I will. Probably Sunday morning. Bye lover." Cris turned off the phone and chewed on his bottom lip. The he put it on top of the stack of books sitting on the small table next to the couch. The books were primarily large art books which cataloged the brilliant creations of the Catalan architect Antonio Gaudi, a favorite of Cris's. "How's he doing, Cris?" Cris looked over to Chipper who was sitting on the other end of the couch, feet up, leaning against the arm rest, sipping a martini. "He's really doing great. He was picked as the soccer captain for his league team. It appears the original boy moved out of state. Anyway, he sounds very good." Cris paused, then said in a low voice, "Boy, do I miss that kid." Chipper smiled. "Well, it won't be too long, now, will it?" "No, it won't. And I have more to do than can possibly be done just to get ready. By the way, thanks for being such a friend in all of this." Cris had been back in San Francisco for a little over a week and was busily making the necessary plans for the move. He had become overwhelmed by all the details pretty quickly and Chipper had graciously stepped in and was lending a hand. She was a rock of stability in times of crisis, not to mention being a first rate organizer who had terrific people skills, able to handle any novel situation with graceful ease. "Cris, come now. What are friends for?" she responded as she munched on the three martini olives. The rest of March and beginning of April seemed to fly by. The weather in the Bay Area was definitely spring-like with the days getting warmer and the rains tapering off. Cris put his combination house-office on the market and had several tempting offers, but still had not found the buyer he felt would be just right for the property. He had put a lot of his soul into it, landscaping the yard, extensively remodeling the building, and did not want to pass it on to just anybody. Money was not that important. He had explained to each of his young clients individually what was behind this planned move. Each one took it differently, but all of them offered heart felt support and encouragement. Cris was really touched by these expressions of love and trust from the kids he worked with. Now he was focused on matching each of them with the someone in his personal network of Bay Area counselors and therapists that would be most suitable for them. Then there were all his possessions. What a millstone, at least when it is time to move. He was looking at the amount of furniture and furnishings he had acquired and the space available in the garage apartment in Boulder. The questions were what to plan on using in his new digs, what to just give away, and what to ship and then store in Colorado, looking at a time when he had something larger. He had not settled any of these questions yet. He had phoned Alex and told him about his plans. They talked at length about it and this helped him to think through some questions he had been wrestling with. Alex pointed out that he would be that much closer to Vermont. Cris liked that because he loved spending time in Vermont. It was where his dad's family had come from. But he explained to Alex that although he was really looking forward to a visit, it might not happen for some time. So Cris suggested that Alex visit him in Boulder during the summer, at his expense, which delighted the boy. He was arranging the specifics with Annie via email. And that was one load off his mind. Then there was Robbie. Robbie was in fact the first person after Chipper that he had told about his intention to move to Colorado. It was that very week he had returned from Boulder. Before their regular session began on Friday afternoon, he asked Robbie if he would be able to stay a while afterwards so they could visit. He said he could and called his mom to let her know and said that Cris would take care of getting him home. While the session went smoothly, and it was clear to Cris from their time together that Robbie was doing very well, he sensed Robbie's anxiousness. Cris chalked this up to being a little nervous about talking after their counseling session. When they did talk he was very up front with Robbie and told him what was going to happen and why. Robbie responded by saying he knew all along that Cris was going to take the job in Colorado, only he hadn't said anything to Cris. He was sad to lose such a close friend and confidant, but was also genuinely happy for Cris. And he did like the possibility of visiting Cris in Boulder, maybe even for an extended stay. Robbie was certain that he was ready to stand on his own feet now, and he told Cris just that. He also agreed to take Cris's suggestion that he continue visiting one of Cris's most trusted colleagues periodically, just to check in. That way Cris would rest easy. More like a check up than actual counseling. Cris had worked with Rusty for many years, completely trusted his skill as a therapist, and knew he would be the perfect for Robbie. Cris was relieved that Robbie had agreed to this arrangement. Cris also told Robbie about Cody. He had already described their chance meeting on the plane, the almost instantaneous bonding, their adventures over the weekend. What he shared now was the fact that Cris was pretty smitten with this young nipper. Robbie listened without interruption as Cris shared his heart. Cris paused at the end and asked how Robbie felt about all of this. The boy honestly admitted that he was a both a little bit jealous of Cody and quite a bit happy for him at the same time. He knew that Cody must really be a very cool kid for Cris to like him so much and expressed the hope that they could meet. Maybe they could even become friends. Cris smiled at this. It certainly was a very mature and caring reaction to what might have been a cause for anger and an emotional outburst in any other boy. Cris remarked that he envisioned such a friendship as a real possibility. Cody was a very open and loving boy and Robbie worked incredibly well with kids who were younger than he was. His growing relationship with Tanner's brother Adam, which had quite literally become the youngster's life preserver during a devastatingly difficult emotional period, was a testimony to this. Cris affirmed to Robbie at great length that he still loved him, loved him a great deal in fact. And he went on to share his personal understanding of life, that it was really possible to love more than one person at a time. People, he pointed out, love lots of people in different ways and by differing degrees. Cris also acknowledged that he found it very difficult to put into words just how he felt about Robbie. Nevertheless he said that he was going to try to do so. Cris began by sharing with Robbie what he saw as his virtues and strengths, detailing some of the countless things that made him so remarkable, and then finally enumerating many of the personality traits, mannerisms, quirks, and physical endowments that made him so damn enticing to Cris. He openly admitted that he found Robbie to be a extremely beautiful and very sexy boy. Robbie finally smiled and held up both of his hands in the universal sign of surrender. He said he understood and that he was OK with all of this, at least for now. Anyway, he added, he had Cris for the next few months. This conversation turned out to be the beginning of a remarkable time for both of them, one in which they became intimate on a level neither had thought possible, and one that neither of them would ever have cause to regret. By the middle of April everything relating to Cris's move half way across the country was in full swing and many of the big decisions had been made. Each of his clients had found someone to continue therapy with, and in nearly every case the matches were very solid. Cris had sold his house for quite a bit more than he had planned to a couple with four kids who intended to use the entire structure as their home. He liked the family a lot and was very happy that he could pass on his home to them. He decided which of his furnishings he would take, but gave away a considerable amount to some close friends and to organizations and groups he knew would use the things to help those with real needs. He had made arrangements to ship what was left, including his jeep, during the first part of May. He planned to drive the pickup to Colorado and do some leisurely sightseeing and camping along the way. Chipper and Robbie had volunteered to help Cris pack all the boxes of housewares, books, clothes, and things of that nature that would either be shipped or carried in his truck. And having Robbie as a helper also meant having Adam, as they were pretty attached to one another. But Cris enjoyed Adam, a very considerate and helpful kid who was a delight to have around. In fact he was downright enchanting for a ten year old. The last few weeks before he left were relatively free for Cris. His patients were now with other therapists, and he had made all the arrangements for moving that were necessary, so he had lots of free time on his hands, something he was not used to. It was during this time that he and Robbie began to spend most of their time together. Robbie was still in school so that did not always make the weekday nights an option, although he cut school a few times when it seemed OK with both his mom and his school load. But Robbie did spend every weekend with Cris. They became almost Velcro twins, going everywhere together, sometimes including Adam on their excursions. Robbie would sleep in the second bedroom, at least he did in the beginning, and any time that Adam spent the night at Cris's, where he would share the bed with Robbie. That way they could keep up appearances and not corrupt the youth, although little really escaped this quick-witted tyke. That Cris adored Robbie was without question. That Robbie loved Cris and was absolutely devoted to him was very obvious to anyone who had eyes to observe their interactions. Robbie was an extremely good looking teenager who had an outstanding swimmers build, well formed chest and abs, narrow waist, strong legs. He had gorgeous deep blue eyes framed with long dark curling lashes that set them off wonderfully. His hair, blond with darker roots, was long and tended to cover his head in more or less a bowl like shape, even though he had worked very hard to keep a part on the left side. It usually took on the look of the skater or California surfer style more naturally. Cris liked it. If that were not enough, beyond these very eye pleasing physical attributes, Robbie literally exuded such a warm and loving personality that anyone around the charismatic boy was naturally drawn to him. But over and above all of these physical and personality pluses, he and Cris had established a deep soul connection of incredible intensity, one that had grown out of their own individual grief at the lose of a close, close lover and the common history they experienced working through their grief together. It was probably due this aspect of their relationship, more than anything else, that Cris permitted himself to become more physically and finally romantically involved with Robbie, though it had never been his overt intention to do so. Not that he minded, of course. Nor did he regret it. While they had always expressed their friendship in in a very physical way, touching, hugging, brotherly kissing, these were more a statement of friendship than romance. Cris in particular had held back. But immediately following their heart to heart talk the week Cris returned from Boulder, the ground rules for their relationship had changed. A short while after their little chat what began with a typically affable embrace and hug quickly propelled them both into much more. Both Robbie and Cris could sense that whatever had been keeping things in check for so long had been removed. Sitting together on the couch things rapidly moved from just hugs to some very heavy petting. Suddenly Cris stopped as he was running his hands over Robbie's deliciously muscled chest, leaned back and said to Robbie that they had to talk first. Robbie, a typical horny teen, groaned but agreed, although with obvious reluctance. Cris was adamant. He knew they had to honestly talk about what was happening before things got too far along and reached a critical mass. To his way of thinking it was essential that they first had a clear and mutual understanding about what they were embarking upon. Cris also needed to be sure there were not any lingering doubts in his own mind about making love to Robbie. It was pretty evident that there were none in Robbie's. Cris smiled and said, "Thanks, Robbie. I know it does not seem like a good time to talk but we need to do it anyway." Robbie sighed deeply and in a somewhat irritated tone said, "Fine, if we have to." Cris did not reply but continued smiling and looking at Robbie "Aw, Cris. I'm sorry. OK, let talk. You know I trust you, Cris." He paused and since Cris had did not speak, continued. "Um. What are we talking about?" He said this somewhat shyly, quite uncharacteristic of the typically self-assured lad. Cris looked at Robbie, pursed his lips and began. "Well, we seem to be moving in the direction of a rather serious physical relationship." Robbie smiled at this and said, "Yeah, I sure hope we are. You know I want it badly." Cris could not help but smile at the boy's cheek. "Yes, I know you do. But I thought it would be good to talk about it first a little rather than let it just spin out of control." Robbie raised his eyebrows and responded in a quiet voice, "OK. Um. How should we talk about it?" "I guess I think that we need to set some ground rules if we can first." Robbie nodded his head, so Cris went on. "I love you and you know that." Robbie again nodded. "I think you are very, very attractive and I can be easily seduced. But, I am leaving, going very far away. And you are staying. Where is this going to end up?" Robbie's face took on a serious cast and then he looked down. "Gee, Cris, are you asking me if I think that this means that we are, like, a couple? I love you and have for a long, long time." At this, Cris's eyes began to tear slightly. His love for this boy seemed to becoming unbounded. Cris smiled and nodded his head. Robbie continued, "I know you knew that. All I know is that I want you to love me, make love to me. I want it so badly, it's almost like I need it. I have dreamed about it for ages." At this point Robbie began to cry, but he continued speaking even as tears ran down his face. "I may never be your permanent boyfriend, even if I want to be, which I'm not sure I do, actually. And it may be that there is someones else out there who will be, both for me and for you. But that does not mean that we can't physically show each other real affection, how we really feel about each other. I know you love me and I know you want to make love to me. I am going to miss you a lot, Cris. But, I will be all the sadder if I never had the opportunity to love you like I want to. And I know you want this, too, even if you are not saying so. I guess the hole in my heart will be smaller if we do have sex than if you leave and we never did." When he finished, Robbie leaned back on the couch and closed his eyes. He continued to weep silently. Cris was silent for some time. He was intensely moved by what the boy had said, less so by his heightened emotional state than that Robbie had been able to express his heart in such a way that Cris understood it. Robbie had undeniably thought this through and had come to a very mature level of awareness. And it was evident that he was fully prepared to walk in it. This seemed to break down the very last barrier. Cris realized that he would not, no, could not refuse his young friend his heart felt desire, something that he wanted just as badly. Cris slid over next to Robbie and with his hands brushed away the boy's tears. "Robbie," he said very quietly. Robbie opened his eyes. "You are right. Yes. I admit that I want this as much as you do, maybe even more so. I am so sorry if you think I have doubted your ability to handle such a serious thing as this. I guess it comes from wanting to protect you, protect the one you love. Will you forgive me?" Robbie smiled and nodded. He was still very disconcerted and could not yet speak. Cris leaned over and kissed each of the boy's eyes, then his nose, then with a long and lingering kiss, his very full lips. Robbie responded with a soft moan and threw his arms around Cris. Soon they were in an intense embrace, with Cris on the top and Robbie laying down with his back of his head on the armrest of the leather couch. It was at this point Cris stopped for a second time. He leaned up and looked hard into Robbie's beautiful blue eyes, eyes he had gotten lost in many times before. "We have to take a breather for just a minute now," Cris said with a bit of tremolo in his voice. "We still need to talk a bit more before we cross this Rubicon," he added more authoritatively. He could see not only the disappointment but also the hope in Robbie's eyes. "I need to think more about this. You need to think more about this. Will you trust me enough to do that?" Robbie slowly nodded his head but still was not smiling. Cris reached down and with the tips of the fingers of one hand delicately, yet firmly pressed the sides of Robbie's mouth upward until Robbie took the hint and smiled. Then he ruffled the boy's hair and kissed his nose and sat up. He let out a tremendous sigh and folded his hands on his lap, leaning back against Robbie's legs. Cris and Robbie had always had a very open and honest relationship, but they had not told each other everything that was contained in their hearts. Now they began to share and as they talked it was clear that they not only understood their own feelings, they understood each other on a level that few achieve. And so together they set some ground rules, for the physical part of the relationship and the as yet unrealized sexual side, and maybe more importantly, for the emotional side. They recognized that they loved each other deeply, but they were soon going to be separated by many, many miles for a long time. Robbie still had two more years of high school. For this reason they agreed that it was alright to love one another, but at the same time, not hold each other to a strict monogamous relationship expectation. Each of them may actually have seen in their hearts that this relationship was just for now, but maybe not for the future. There would be others for both of them, although they did not discuss the possibility at great length, only touching upon it in passing. When the serious part of their discussion had to come to an end by consensus, Robbie suggested that they go into the kitchen to get something to drink. Emotions can definitely stir the appetite in more than one way. Soon they had snacked on crackers, cheese, and apples. Cris opened a bottle of retsina, a Greek wine he had acquired a taste for when living in Europe. Robbie, not a wine drinker, sipped a glass, but found it too intense. Now they were both just standing in the kitchen looking at each other, Cris leaning with his lower back against the island's granite top, Robbie with one shoulder against the stainless steel door of the big freezer. It was at this point that Cris realized he was seeing Robbie in a whole new way. He was no longer the devastated and vulnerable young boy who needed his wise counsel. He was no longer the beautiful teenaged friend whom he sexually desired but had to resist with all of his fortitude. For the first time he saw Robbie as his lover. Cris did not realize that he was staring at the boy until Robbie smiled and asked, "Cris. What?" Cris widened his eyes, shook his head slightly and smiled. "I want to hold you in my arms, Robbie. I want to make love to you right this minute. May I?" "Oh, Cris," was all Robbie could say as tears began to flood his eyes. With characteristic grace, he walked over to Cris and simply melted into his waiting outstretched arms. They embraced one another with great fervency, hands moving up and down backs and butts. They each spoke in whispered tones about how much each wanted, no, needed the other. After many minutes, Cris pulled back just enough to lean over and and bring his lips to Robbie's, kissing him tenderly, and then with growing passion in a physical release he had never before felt with the boy. In this way they had completely surrendered themselves to each other. Together they had crossed the Rubicon. Cris now began to move his hands all over the boy's unbelievably sexy body, first reaching up under his tee shirt and gently rubbing and massaging Robbie back and chest with his strong fingers. He reached down with both hands grasping the boys strong, pert ass, kneading it through the jeans he wore. He could feel the harness in the boy's crotch against his legs which in turn only aroused Cris more, making him painfully erect in response. He lifted up Robbie's tee shirt, and with the boy's assistance pulled it over his head and tossed it to the floor. Soon he was kissing and licking every part of Robbie's exposed upper torso. His nipples were erect and hard as he sucked and nibbled on them gingerly. Every part of Robbie's body aroused the man. He loved the feel of the boy's firm and muscular chest, his strong arms, his taught abdomen, his narrow hips, his solid ass, his strong thighs, his gorgeous face and eyes, his full and enticing lips. There was nothing about Robbie body that he did not yearn for. Keeping one arm around Robbie's waist to stabilize him, Cris rubbed his crotch with the free hand feeling the stiffness of his lover's erect cock. Robbie was alternately moaning and panting for air and squirming so much that Cris stopped massaging his hardened tool. Cris laughed and said, "We are getting up a good head of steam here, sweetheart, but I don't want you to cum yet." Robbie nodded his head, his eyes half opened, his open mouth panting. Cris pulled back and said quietly to his young lover, "I think we should go to my bedroom." Robbie responded by nodding his head forcefully although he had an almost dreamy look in his lovely blue eyes. With his right arm still around the boy's narrow wasp-like waist, Cris led Robbie into the bedroom. He sat the boy on the platform bed and gently pushed him backwards. Kneeling by the bed, Cris removed the boy's shoes and sock. Never taking his eyes off of the boy he sat next to him with one leg bent so that it was pressed against Robbie's thigh, the other resting on the floor. Cris lovingly ran his one of his left hand over the boy's smooth chest, and slid the other between his legs so he could gain access to his inner thighs. Robbie was moaning in a low voice. Finally Cris moved his right hand upward to that he could once again rub the still raised area of Robbie's crotch. As Cris massaged his hardened penis through the thickness of his pants, Robbie began groaning more loudly and writhing and twisting his body in near ecstasy, such is the incredible sexuality locked in the body of a saucy teenaged boy. Cris stretched out on the bed next to Robbie sliding his left arm underneath his head. With eyes wide open, cradling his head in one arm Cris leaned over in a very slow and deliberate movement until about six inches of the fifteen year-old's face and stopped. Robbie had turned his head slightly, opened his eyes and locked them onto Cris's. They continued to regard one another, each looking deeply into his partner's eyes. Both were now smiling and Cris, in a whisper, said, "Robbie, I have wanted you for so long. I am so deeply touched that you want me as well. Are you ready, my sweet boy?" Robbie slowly nodded his head and licked his dry lips. Cris nodded saying, "I am really glad. This is right and good for both of us," and leaned in until their lips came into contact. What began as a tender kiss quickly gravitated into a passionate one, with Cris's tongue soon deeply buried inside the boy's thirsting mouth. While their tongues danced, Cris gently caressed Robbie's well developed chest with his free hand. With lips still locked together Cris slid his hand down the boy's body, onto his muscled abdomen, slipping his fingers under the top of his jeans as far as he could. He could just barely feel beyond the top of Robbie's boxers. Cris moved his hand so that it came into contact with the boy's very hardened crotch, which he rubbed through the jeans. It was evident that Robbie was becoming highly aroused by this erotic teasing, moaning throughout. Sensing that Robbie was very close to cumming, Cris stopped his ministrations of the boy, pulling back first his roaming hand and then gently disengaging his tongue. After pulling out his arm from under Robbie's blond head, Cris raised himself up and sitting on his lower legs now unbuckled Robbie's belt and the buttons of the fly. "Robbie, honey. Arch your back so that I can pull off your jeans," said Cris softly. Robbie responded by doing just that, arching his back, resting his weight on his shoulders and feet. Cris pulled the pants off the boy revealing a pair of short red boxers that were clearly tented and already quite wet in the front. "Robbie?" Cris asked in a quiet voice as he sat next to the boy again running one hand through Robbie's hair and the other over his chest "What would you like me to do now?" Robbie softly moaned and in a throaty panting voice answered, "I want you inside of me, Cris. I want you to make love to me. I have wanted that forever and now I really need it. I am so ready." Robbie was no virgin. He had been sexually active since eleven and had done just about everything there was to do. He and Tanner were sexually involved from age twelve and through most of their time together in a monogamous relationship, but one in which they freely experimented with all kinds of sexual pleasures. In other words, he knew the sexual ropes. So, Cris leaned over to the beside table and removed a tube from the drawer. Then he reached down and with both hands rubbed the hardness in Robbie's boxers, but gently and soothingly. Robbie lay with his eyes open watching every move Cris made with great anticipation. Cris reached under the boy with his hands, snagged the top of his boxers and motioned Robbie to arch his back again. Once he had done this, Cris removed this last bit of clothing. Robbie's lovely uncircumcised tool pointed up toward his chest. Cris grabbed one of the pillows and again signaling Robbie to arch is back, placing it under the boy's lower back. He reached over and carefully placed his hands on the boy's ample tool, massaging it a bit before leaning down to lick the very end of it. At this Robbie shouted, "Cris I am so close. Take me now. Please." So taking some of the contents of the tube on his finger he began rubbing the boy's exposed anus. In no time he had two, then three fingers inside Robbie loosened hole. By now, Robbie was panting heavily, clearly lost in the pleasure of the moment. "Now Cris, now," he called out hoarsely. Cris quickly slipped off his own clothes under the watchful gaze of his boy lover. Slowly he moved forward and at the same time smeared his own erect member with lube and centering it just outside the door of pleasure on the boy. With Robbie nodding his head in encouragement he entered the boy slowly, so as not to hurt him. While Cris was not on the large size, Robbie had been celibate since the last time he and Tanner had made love. But with very little effort, Cris was quickly all the way inside. Robbie groaned with delight. Slowly Cris began the out and in motions as Robbie turned his head back and forth and made very loud seductive noises. Both of them were so aroused by this time that the love making did not take very long before both had released themselves, Cris inside of Robbie and Robbie all over himself and Cris. Both were now fully satisfied and Cris lay on top of Robbie, still impaling the boy, for a few minutes as they gently returned to earth. Robbie opened his eyes. "Oh, wow. That was better than I ever thought it would be Cris. You were so wonderful and I feel sooo good." Cris smiled down at the youngster. "It was really a such a special treat to make love to you, Robbie. I am glad you feel sooo good. I feel pretty good myself. Thanks," and he leaned his head so that he could kiss this boy again. "Uh, Cris?" Robbie responded in a plaintive voice. "Is it OK if we do that again? I mean again right now?" Cris smiled as he looked at the boy and slowly shook his head. "Teenagers!" he smiled. "Well, to be absolutely honest with you, I can't think of anything I would rather be doing right now."