© by The Lavender Quill, 2003
Warning: the following story contains graphic descriptions of male/male sex between consenting adults. If that sort of thing bothers you, or you are a minor, or it is illegal for you to read this type of content under the laws of your area, dont read any further.
This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual people or events is purely coincidental.
Setting: Sacramento, California, 2002.
As soon as I closed the door, I stepped up behind Robby and wrapped my arms around him. I nuzzled the side of his face and kissed his neck.
Now I know something I have to add to my music collection, I said.
Something we can slow dance to.
Robby leaned back into me and started to sway. He began to hum a slow melody.
We can fake it, he said, and started to hum again.
I like, I said, smiling.
I swayed with him and we danced together in the hallway for a couple minutes. I started getting horny, of course. I started to rub his chest, and he pushed his ass back against my thickening cock as we continued to dance.
We slowly moved our way toward the living room. I pulled his shirt off and dropped it on the floor.
Yours too, he sighed.
I skinned mine off and pressed myself against him again. I started kissing on his neck. As we slowly swayed the bare skin of his back shifted back and forth against my nipples, and I decided that felt really good. I reached around with one hand and fondled his nipple, keeping to our rhythm. I slowly snaked my other hand down his smooth belly. I didnt stop when I reached the waistband of his tight leather pants.
Bedroom, I whispered in his ear as I slid my hand into his pants.
We started to dance our way slowly toward the bedroom. There was barely room in his pants for his big erection and my hand, but we managed. There was the added advantage that it stretched the leather even tighter across his ass, which he was pushing back into me.
When we reached the foot of the bed, I undid the front of his leather pants and freed his cock. Purely for altruistic purposes, of course. It was so tight in there, it had to be pretty uncomfortable. He must feel better to have it released. I stroked his big cock. It certainly felt good to me. Robby was starting to have trouble keeping to his melody.
I slowly lowered myself to my knees behind him, kissing my way down the creamy skin of his back. When I was kneeling, I slowly pealed his tight pants down. Robby continued to sway his hips as his beautiful ass was revealed in front of my face. I pressed my cheek against his creamy smooth ass cheek. I felt the round muscles flex as he lifted one leg and then the other while I pulled his pants off.
Robby crawled onto the bed, wriggling his ass seductively at me. It took mere seconds for me to strip my own pants and boxers off. He lay face down with his legs spread wide. Unable to resist, I all but dived onto the bed.
I buried my face in his ass. I rimmed him with a fervor. I wanted to crawl up inside him. Robby arched his hips up and moaned. I swirled my tongue around his opening, and probed it deep inside him. Our slow tune was quickly forgotten as we both built ourselves up to a feverish pitch.
Oh, Kevin, fuck me!
I was a little lost in what I was doing. I continued to rim him, almost franticly.
Please, Kevin, he moaned.
Finally, I broke away. He handed me a bottle of lube from my night stand. I kissed the base of his spine as I lubed a finger and slid it into him. My rimming or his desire, or both, had him well ready. My finger slid in with ease. I slid a second one in and he moaned and moved back against me. I slid my fingers in and out until he loosened up.
Oh, yeah, moaned Robby.
I pulled my fingers out and lubed my cock. I positioned myself at his opening. Robby let out a long sigh as I slowly entered him. He pushed himself up at me as I sank into him. When I was completely inside him, I settled myself onto his back and kissed his neck, his ear, his hair. He squirmed under me, ready to get on with the main event. I withdrew part way, grasped his shoulders, and sank back into him.
Mmmmm, yes, he sighed.
I didnt need a lot of encouragement. I started to thrust in and out of him a little faster, a little deeper. I wanted it to last a while, but I didnt think I was going to hold out for very long. I increased my tempo some more.
Robby pushed up and I moved awkwardly with him. I wasnt sure what he was up to. He rose to his knees, his ass pointing in the air, his face sideways pushed into the pillow, his eyes pinched closed. I placed my hands on his hips.
Fuck me harder, said Robby. His voice had taken on an edge.
I thrust into him vigorously a few times.
Harder, he said, gritting his teeth. Hurt me.
I slowed down. Hurt me? Yeah, I suppose some people are into that. Everybody has a kink, Ive heard. But it occurred to me, even in my lust clouded state, that this was not a simple kinky request. My ardor cranked down several notches almost immediately.
This had nothing to do with a kink, I was sure. Robby had told me about some of his past self-destructive behavior. This seemed a lot like what he had talked about.
I withdrew from him and rolled him over onto his back. I settled beside him.
Robby, look at me. He did. I cant do that. I cant hurt you. I love you. He turned away, unable to hold my gaze. Robby, is this about Alex? I want to understand.
He turned back to me, and I could see tears forming in his eyes.
I know I shouldnt listen to him, Robby sniffed. But it just brought back all those old feelings. Like Im worthless. Its, its hard to, you know, let someone love me when I feel like that.
Shit. This was a whole lot more than just Alex being mean. I sank my head to his shoulder and stroked his arm with my fingers. I was at a loss. Im a construction worker. I dont know how to help a deeply troubled person.
Youre not worthless, Robby. Not to me. I love you. I groped around my mind for words that would heal. You make me happy. Happier than Ive ever been with any other guy. You do that. You cant be worthless if you can do that for me.
He sniffled again, but I could see a smile forming through the hurt.
My heart soared. I was on to something. He was such a beautiful person. He just needed to see that, to have confidence in himself.
Oh, yeah, Robby. You rock my world.
He grinned a little more at my cliché phrase.
I got an idea. I grabbed the lube and rolled over astride Robby. I bent over and took his cock in my mouth. While I blew him, I liberally lubed my ass. When he was fully hard again and I thought I was ready, I crawled up his body, kissing as I went. I squeezed a generous portion of lube into my hand and reached behind me to lube up Robbys big cock.
Whatre ya doing? he asked.
What do you think Im doing, silly?
I knelt up and positioned myself over his cock. He still looked a little unsure of this. It had been a real struggle the first time I tried to get his big cock inside me. I knew what to expect this time, though. I sank down a little and felt him pry me open. I stopped for a few seconds and then sank lower. It wasnt quite the heart-stopping experience as the first time, but it still felt huge. I still felt like I was going into shock as every nerve and all my senses overloaded. I took a couple of deep breaths to steady myself and then sank down the rest of the way.
I squeezed my eyes shut to the momentary pain. Then I leaned down and kissed Robby softly. His lips were puffed up from his encounter with Alex, and I didnt know if they hurt or not. I decided it was best to follow his lead in kissing. He kissed me back softly. I used the time to try to relax, to accommodate him inside me.
When I felt ready, I rose up and sank myself down on him again. I blew out a big breath and did it again.
Oh god, Robby, I sighed.
I bent over and kissed him again. Then I grabbed his shoulders. Holding him tightly to me, I rolled over onto my back so that he was on top of me. His weight buried his cock just a little deeper in my ass. I wrapped my legs behind his back.
Make love to me Robby. I rose my hands high and rested my arms above my head. Im not gonna touch myself. Its all up to you.
He looked uncertain at first. He shifted, pulled out part way, and plowed back in. I bit my lip and sucked in a breath.
Sorry, he said. He held me tight and didnt move.
Sokay, I breathed.
Then his eyes brightened. He kissed my neck and started to move slowly. Not in and out. He just swayed. I heard him begin to hum. It didnt take me long to see where he was going with this.
Dance with me? Robby asked softly in my ear.
Oh yeah, baby, I sighed.
He rocked back and forth gently on top of me, starting a rhythm. Seeing he was going to take it easy on me, I relaxed and matched his movements. The rocking and little movements worked his cock around in my ass, letting me adjust to his size. I lowered my arms and slid them down his back. Slowly, slowly, his gyrations got a little larger, though he kept to the same tempo. His cock started to move in and out just a little. I was relaxed enough then that I could take it.
Mmmm, I purred. That feels so good.
Encouraged, Robbys humming grew stronger. Each time he rocked against me he pulled out a little farther before driving gently back into me. He never sped up, but his movements grew bigger. Soon he was fucking me in an exquisitely slow rhythm, each stroke just a little deeper than the last.
Robby, Robby, I sighed.
He kissed me. Im not sure how he managed to keep humming and maintain his rhythm, but he did. My heart was pounding and I was almost delirious. I couldnt control my movements and just let him take over. I wanted to jack off so bad, but I kept my word and didnt touch myself.
He broke our kiss, finally. He rose a little higher and slowly stroked his hands up my calves, opening my legs further as his thrusts grew longer. I let my arms drop back over my head, lost now to all sensation except for his big cock sliding in and out of my ass to the sound of his humming. My cock was a rigid bar, pressed flat against my stomach. My balls were pulled up tight. I was nearly ready to come just from him fucking me.
Oh, Robby, I sighed. Make me come. Please, I begged.
He slowly slid his hands down my legs and then brushed his fingers across my balls. I flinched in pleasure, squeezing my ass lips around his thrusting cock, and that sent another wave of pleasure through me.
Mmph, moaned Robby, briefly breaking his rhythm. Im gonna come soon. I cant stop.
He slid his hands up my chest and tweaked my nipples. I flinched again, sending another wave of pleasure through both of us. His eyes squeezed shut.
Im gonna come, he said again, a little more urgently.
I clenched my fists to keep from grabbing my raging cock. He slowly slid his hands down my body. As he slowly drove his cock into me, he ran his fingers down my shaft. Gentle as he was, it was like an electric current was run through me.
Ahhhhhh! I cried, and erupted immediately.
He grasped my cock more firmly and jacked me as he withdrew and drove once more into my now-pulsing hole. I felt him bucking against me as he came too. I spurted all over myself and continued to thrash beneath him in pleasure long after I had run dry.
Robby collapsed on top of me and I wrapped my arms and legs around him, holding him inside me and I fought to regain my equilibrium. He held on to me just as tightly. We just lay together for several minutes as our breathing slowly returned to normal. Eventually I relaxed my hold on him and he withdrew his cock out of my ass.
After resting a few more minutes, Robby rolled out of bed, and taking my hand, pulled me with him. He dragged me to the bathroom and we showered off together. With the water streaming over us, he turned to me.
Kevin? Why did you switch? he asked.
Didnt you like it?
Well, duh, he smiled shyly at me. You have a great ass, stud boy. But why?
Cause when we make love, it should be about us. Not about you punishing yourself for feeling bad.
He looked down. Yeah, I know, he said, sounding dejected again.
Dont feel bad, Robby. Thats what I was trying to make you see. When we traded positions, you stopped thinking about wanting me to hurt you, and started concentrating on making me feel good when you fucked me. He looked back up at me again and I gave him a huge grin. It worked pretty good. You were fantastic.
He smiled. That did feel pretty awesome. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me.
Youre not like Alex, Robby. I dont know what makes him such an asshole. But I know that you are a beautiful guy, inside and out. I cant imagine any other guy making me feel as good as you just did. Id never think to turn sex into a slow dance.
Thanks, Kevin. He rested his head on my shoulder. I do love you, you know.
I squeezed him and held him tight. His words made me feel even better than the sex.
We finished rinsing off and went to bed. We both slept soundly, happily tangled in each others arms.
* * * * *
The next week or so was very happy for me. Yes, I was getting impatient to move in to an apartment with Robby, and I wished we could spend more time together. But when we did get together, we were so happy. I felt like Robby really loved me. He seemed to have gotten past a phase of self-destructiveness, and seemed to be growing more comfortable sharing his love for me.
So I was completely unprepared for what happened on Tuesday. It was a little over a week after the party. I was working at the condo site. We were moving along toward completion. The sheetrock was done and painted. Carpet was going down and crews were starting to do some of the finishing work. My uncle had me building a fence, and I was blithely nailing up boards with a pneumatic nail gun.
I almost didnt recognize Robbys van as he pulled to a halt at the site. It is a fairly nondescript van and I wasnt expecting to see him until later in the week. But he was driving fast, and it caught my eye. He jumped out of the van as soon as it was stopped.
Kevin! Robby shouted, looking around for me. He hadnt seen me yet.
He turned and started to run toward me. Kevin! Oh, god!
I began to panic then. Something was terribly wrong. Even at a distance, I could see blood running down his face. His shirt was covered in it.
Fuck! I said. What happened to you?
He ran to me and stopped in front of me. He was crying and sniffing and it sounded horrible. He was bleeding badly from a cut high on his scalp, and from his nose. His sniffing caused him to cough, and he spat blood. I saw that one eye was swelling.
Who did this? I asked. I immediately suspected Alex. I didnt know what to do. Uncle Don! I shouted, looking around. Brian poked his head out a window two stories up. Find my uncle! Robby needs help! I turned back to Robby. Did Alex do this?
Robby tried to answer, but he just sputtered. He coughed again and sprayed blood and mucus on my bare chest. I flinched. It was kind of gross, but I pulled him to me anyway. I was gentle, in case he was hurt in some way that wasnt apparent to me. He threw his arms around me and started to cry harder.
I felt like I should be doing something, but I really didnt know what. I was starting to freak a little bit, but tried to stay calm for Robbys sake. Whatever was wrong with him, I knew me panicking wouldnt help. I started to pull my tee shirt out to wipe his face. It was hanging from my back pocket.
Then a car screeched to a stop right next to Robbys van. It was an Oldsmobile, or maybe a Buick sedanthey kind of look the same to me. A middle-aged guy got out and started to stalk toward us.
Dont you run off, Robert! the guy said. Im not through talking to you.
I blinked. Id never met him, but this was obviously Robbys father. Same build, same creamy skin, same black hair, only his wasnt dyed like Robbys. Robby pulled away from me and ran in the opposite direction. I started to follow him and I heard his father speeding up. I turned back to his father. He had some blood spattered on one sleeve of his dress shirt.
Robbys blood. It had been his own father who had given him a bloody nose. Enraged, I blocked his path.
Kevin! Robby shouted, fear in his voice.
His father stopped in front of me. Youre Kevin? he snarled. Youre the deviant hes been hanging around with? He looked at me with obvious revulsion. They aught to lock you away. He tried to push his way past me, jamming an elbow in my ribs.
I snapped then. This was the man who had instilled such self-loathing in Robby. The man whos religious obsession had nearly been the ruin of him. And now, finally, the man who beat him.
With a strength I didnt even know I possessed, I grabbed him by the shirt front and swung him around, slamming him against the side of the building.
Let go of me! he snapped.
Or what? You gonna talk to me like you did Robby? What kind of ass hole do you think you are? Hitting him like that? Your own son.
I said let go of me! How I discipline my son is none of your business. Hell see Im right when we get to our church, a place you are clearly unfamiliar with.
You dont get to judge Robby, and you sure as hell dont get to judge me.
I could hear people gathering around us, but I paid no attention. I was getting angrier by the second.
God will judge you, and youll rot in hell for eternity for what youve done to Robby.
What Ive done? Fuck you! All Ive done is love him.
That is a perversion, not love.
He tried to knee me in the crotch, but his aim was off. All he managed to do was bruise my thigh. I was still holding the nail gun, and in a rage, I brought it up and jammed it against his neck.
At the very periphery of my awareness, I noticed everyone around us freeze.
A pneumatic nail gun can be a very dangerous thing. Thousands of workers every year are injured, accidentally firing nails into their hands, feet, and legs. The ones we use drive nails with over a hundred pounds per square inch of air pressure, and can shoot three nails per second.
There is a safety device at the tip, a push-lever, so that nails cannot be accidentally fired into the air. The nail gun must actually be pressed against something for it to work. The push-lever on my nail gun is pointed, so that it doesnt easily slip around on the wood.
I didnt turn, but I recognized my uncles voice.
Give my one good reason why I shouldnt pull the trigger? I asked Robbys father.
The clawed tip of the push-lever was pressed against his neck with enough force that it was nearly breaking the skin. It was fully depressed. It would take so little pressure for me to pull the trigger and fire a nail into his neck. The damage it might do could be devastating. It could paralyze him, tear out his vocal chords, puncture his airway, or even kill him. I didnt care at that moment. I wasnt thinking about that at all. I could feel Robbys blood running down my chest and I was in a total animal rage.
I heard someone step closer to me.
Back off! I yelled, without looking to see who it was.
Kevin, dont do this, man. It was Brians voice. He spoke calmly to me. I know youre pissed. I am too, man. But this aint the way to make your problems go away.
Listen to him, said Robbys father, sneering. Take your hands off me.
I had started to back down before he opened his mouth, but every thing he did seemed to infuriate me further. His tone of voice, the way he looked at me. I jammed the nail gun even harder against his neck.
Shut the fuck up!
Kevin, listen to me, said Brian, still in a calm voice. Dont pay any attention to him. He isnt worth paying attention to. Take a deep breath and think. If you pull that trigger, youre gonna end up in jail, man. Probably for a long time. He sighed. You want to be with Robby? Or you want to be in jail?
It was so hard to back away. I was so angry. Adrenalin surged through my veins and my heart was pounding. My knuckles gripping his shirt and the nail gun were white with tension. I gritted my teeth and tried to take a calming breath, like Brian asked.
I should have expected a thug, said Robbys father. Do you always resort to violence and deviant behavior?
God damn it! Didnt this guy know when to shut up?
Me? Violent? You dont know anything about me! Ive never hurt anyone in my life before. Congratulations. Youre about to become my first. I twisted the nail gun, scraping the clawed push-lever across his skin. Besides, you should talk. Who the fuck broke Robbys nose, ass hole?
That was an accident.
An accident? Did your hand accidentally smack him? All by itself? How about if I accidentally squeeze this trigger?
Kevin. Please dont.
It was Robby. His voice was so soft. His gentle plea pierced through all of my rage. I took in a deep ragged breath and reared my head back.
Aaaaaaarrrrrg! A pure animal cry escaped my throat.
I pulled the nail gun back and slammed it under his arm. I pulled the trigger, driving a nail through his shirtsleeve and into the side of the building with a bang and a hiss. Robbys father recoiled as if hed been struck, although I hadnt hurt him at all. I continued down his sleeve, slamming nails through every few inches. Within seconds I had run a row of nails along the under side of both sleeves, pinning him like a crucifix to the wall.
My anger finally dissipated somewhat, I let the nail gun sag to my side and I turned from him.
Hey! he yelled. You cant do this to me!
Truly, the man did not know when to leave well enough alone.
I turned back to him, my fury returning. I pulled my tee shirt out and quickly spun it into a coil. I slammed a nail through the end of it, right next to his head. I drew back and punched him, hard, right in the stomach. Normally I abhor violence, but I cant begin to tell you how good it felt to slam my fist into his stomach. When he gasped, I pulled the coiled tee shirt tight over his mouth and drove another nail through the other end on the opposite side of his head, gagging him and pinning his head to the wall.
Then I placed the push-lever of the nail gun right in the middle of his forehead.
Know this, I said to Robbys father. The only reason you are alive right now is because my love for Robby is stronger than my desire to pull this trigger. If you ever touch him again, I will fucking kill you! If you ever speak to me again, I will fucking kill you!
I stepped back and threw the nail gun on the ground. I wiped my finger through the blood on my chest, and then reached over and dabbed the middle of his forehead. It left a red smear.
Thats Robbys blood. You did that, you fuck! To your own son. And then you come here and you call me a deviant? How fucked up is that?
I turned away from him, finally, my anger mostly spent. Everyone was staring at me, wide eyed. Robby, Uncle Don, Brian, James, and half the construction crew it seemed like. I begun to realize Id made quite a scene. No one said a word.
I pointed back at Robbys father. Nobody touches him till Im gone!
I walked quickly over to Robby. Blood was still flowing down his face. He looked a mess.
Shit, Robby, I said. We gotta get you to the hospital.
Brian came over to us while my uncle tried to get the crew back to work.
Calm down, Kevin, said Brian. Scalp wounds always look worse than they are. He waved his hand in front of Robbys eyes. I can see he smacked you. Your nose might be broken. You having any trouble breathing?
No, not really. No came out more like doe.
Does anything hurt besides your face? Did he hit you anywhere else?
Howd you get the cut on your head? He hit you with something?
No. He just hit me once. I fell and hit my head on a bookshelf.
Brain turned back to me. I know he looks bad, but hes gonna be okay. I seen worse. His eyes are tracking fine. Take him to the E.R. at U.C. Davis. I think thats the closest one. You know how to get there? He started walking us toward my truck.
Yeah, I said. Its a huge place. Id driven past it a hundred times before.
Can we take my van? asked Robby. I dont wanna leave it here.
Sure, I said. But Im driving.
We got Robby to the van. I hovered around him like a protective hen, holding the door, buckling his seat belt.
Hes gonna be okay, Kevin, Brian said again, trying to calm me.
Logically, I knew that, but I couldnt stand to see him hurting. Seeing Robby all bloody was making me crazy. I darted around to the drivers side and got in. The drivers seat was covered with blood when I sat on it, but I didnt care. The keys were still hanging from the ignition. Brian came around to my side and leaned in the window.
Robby? You got your cell phone with you?
Robby pointed. His phone was sitting on the dashboard. I picked it up to make sure it was on. Brian pulled a scrap of paper and a heavy construction pencil out of his pocket.
Tell me the number, said Brian. I read it off for him. Okay. You call us when you know anything. Use the trailer phone number, or your uncles cell phone, okay?
Yeah, yeah I said. I was getting impatient.
Kevin, calm down, man. Drive slow. You aint gonna help anyone if you get in an accident trying to rush to the hospital.
I blew out a breath. Yeah, okay. Ill try to be calm.
Alright. Go on then. Brian nodded toward Robbys father. We cant leave him nailed up there all day.
Dont tell him where Im taking Robby.
Are you kidding? I dont think theyd want a repeat of this scene in the middle of the E.R. Robby can tell him or not later, man. His choice.
I started the van and drove off then. I tried to heed Brians advice and not race. I reached over and took Robbys hand. I wanted to ask him a hundred questions, but thought it was better to keep him quiet.
I looked over at him when I stopped at an intersection. When he looked at me, his eyes welled up with tears. It nearly broke my heart. His cell phone rang, and I picked it up as I drove off again when the light turned.
Kevin? said my uncle.
That wasnt the most mature way to handle that, he scolded lightly.
Yeah, well. I didnt really hurt him. And at least it shut him up and kept him away from us.
Well talk about it later. Im gonna go let him go after I get off the phone with you.
Take your time, I said.
Ask Robby if he has any kind of camera in the van. Not that digital thing. One that uses real film.
I relayed the question and Robby shook his head, no.
No, I said.
Okay. Stop on your way to the hospital and get one. You can get a cheap disposable camera at any grocery store or drug store.
Hes bleeding, I said, somewhat exasperated.
Itll just take you a minute. Later on, Robby may want to prove that hes been beat up. Brian says its best to take lots of good pictures before they clean him up. Youll probably be waiting in the E.R. for a while before they look at him anyway. I know hes looks pretty bad, but it isnt like hes dying. Hell be a low priority, so dont get mad at the doctors.
Yeah, okay, okay.
Make sure to tell them hes been beat up, so they document his injuries. Brian said thats important too.
Okay, okay, I said again. Anything else?
No. Call me when youre done at the E.R.
I will. Bye
I clicked the phone off and whipped the van into a convenience store. I stopped and left Robby in the van with the engine idling. As I ran into the store I couldnt help but wonder if I had made things worse by nailing Robbys father to the building.
(To be continued.)
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