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The story is about Robbie Valastro, a brunette suburban teenage boy, who has a gay fantasy about having rough sex with another classmate, he pulls down his jeans, touches his cock, strokes himself, and masturbates to a big orgasm.

 

Robbie's Time

© James Jenkins

 

Seventeen-year-old Robbie Valastro was coming home. He had been late getting away from school and had only just managed to catch the last bus. It was a chilly, dismal afternoon. Robbie was tired. He gazed in silence at his pale reflection as it rocked to and fro in the rain-covered window of the cold yellow bus. The signals of youthful feverish wanting were visible round his dark brown eyes. Robbie was a solitary kind of person. Though a high school junior, he had adopted the habit of solitude as a defense against the crazy bullshit of the world. Now he was within his own world and it had become an impenetrable barrier. None of his acquaintances, friends or parents, could get through it - nor would concerned teachers have fared any better, if he had any. That belief had been lost since 8^th grade. Robbie was quiet, stalwart and inviolate. But he was also sexually lascivious.

 

The warm interior of the house was a welcome relief to Robbie's slim body as he entered the house. Even more as there were no other signs of life about in the Living Room. He smirked at the fact both his Dad and Stepmom worked long hours, often coming home after Robbie had a yearned for period of playing XBOX games. Bounding upstairs to his bedroom, Robbie cast his backpack down on the carpet and his black jacket on the bed. The thought of closing his door and getting his Halo on were superseded by a need that sent a boiling shock across his limbs. Now was as good a time as ever and he had the house to himself. Reaching for the bookshelf facing the bed, Robbie pulled away a few science books to reveal a nearly pristine Composition notebook. Beading his eyes having it in hand, Robbie grabbed a Bic pen and rushed down to the kitchen. Thankfully, it was Friday, for he could give two shits about the binder full of homework that waited for him. Now is HIS time!

The light from outside was bright despite the fact the day had a cloudy feel to it. Turning to a fresh page, Robbie set about writing his entry for the day. The clock's ticking and random noises from the outside meant nothing to him.

 

September 9^th,

I'm having dirty thoughts about a guy in my History class. I had that dream again-the one I've been having for 3 weeks so far. Almost every night, I'm in the dream or just chilling in my room...

Robbie's right hand reached towards his throat. Eyes shut as he licked his lips, taking a shallow breath. He kept on writing.

I feel his energy and my body starting to sweat.

The very work being an understatement as Robbie was near panting and started to unbutton his white plaid shirt before he picked his pen up again.

And suddenly I can't help myself from just... grabbing him and wanting to HAVE him!

Robbie's hand moved with a maddening speed across the paper. He clenched his free hand into a fist in a vain attempt to master what he knew was an internal calling. Still, he kept letting the words flow from his mind into reality. Robbie let the pen slip from his hand as he sat back in the chair, shut his eyes and let his conscience speak.

I rip his clothes from his body... and I kiss him! He's just so confused about what I'm doing and he's not sure what it all means, but I can't STOP...

A beat, Robbie turns his head to the kitchen entrance thinking he heard a door open and close. His alarm calmed as the imagery manifested itself again.

I'm in the dream, so fucking scared that I can't stop myself, but it feels so good and I... just kiss him all over his naked body...

Robbie wiped the sweat from his brow, his glasses beginning to fog up as he felt again at his throat.

Then I put my mouth between his legs and it's amazing! I'm the dream, I'm so warm all over...

His breathing intensifies. Hands running back and forth over his jean-covered crotch.

I feel amazing things happening to my body but its so...wrong...He has an orgasm and I can't believe it...

Robbie undoes the few remaining buttons on his shirt.

All I wanted-all I wanted was for him to feel good, for him to have an orgasm, I'm so awesome...and then, this is the sick part. The WILDEST part...I lay him down on the bed and mount him, then I cum all over him like a burst pipe, like a wave!

Robbie's white tank top is revealed as he keeps on caressing himself, not caring if anyone could hear one groan. He looks out the window.

And then I wake up! Every time I wake up, I just- the sheets are so sweaty, like I made a mess...

 

Overly consumed by the epic titillation of his trip, Robbie wasted no time unbuttoning his jeans.

I don't know what to do...now its all I think about, its all that's in my head...

 

His hand quickly reaching under the red Hanes briefs to fervently wrap around the solid member that had been pestering Robbie since he got on the bus. Licking his lips, the second his palm met the warm pre-cum slick skin, Robbie briefly smiled and allowed his body to play out its show. Pushing his jeans halfway down, Robbie was tickled to feel a minor wet spot on his briefs while reveling in the pleasure that had him bewitched. Kneading his nut sack while taking another brief glance out of the window, Robbie's hand trailed up and down his cock. Eyes barely open as his head turned on a swivel.

"Aaahhh..." Robbie let out enraptured over the vision of the boy he yearned for, of sliding his long hard cock inside him deeply. He smiled at how his cock appeared to jump at each touch he graced it with. Pinching his right nipple in the process. The fact a cock was a boy's best friend couldn't have been more apparent.

His ass partly shot out of the chair. Robbie's brain and heart too embroiled in his fiery aroused ritual. Toes curling at thoughts of what he yearned to do to his crush-even over his family members in quick flashes.

"Ahhhhh!" Robbie screamed again. He wanted to let the explosion rock him but always liked to prolong the thrill as much as he could. Yanking his briefs down, Robbie jacked off more viciously as bombs of obscenities were causing havoc in his brain. He grinned picturing his crush's body shaking at the thrusts Robbie made inside him.

Pressure coursing through his limbs heightened Robbie's moans while straining to satisfy the will of his perverted mind. His free hand flew over his mouth, white gooey icing threatening to be spilt. Fingers sliding in and out of his mouth. The tightening power on his geyser beating on the word CUM being chanted in his brain. Even though his knuckles were shot with pain and fingers nearly cramped, Robbie stroked himself until his body writhed.

Head thrown up in the direction of the white ceiling, Robbie whimpered as the climax was almost at full circle. Barely able to cover his mouth again as he yelled into his palm while five thick jets of cum splattered over his briefs, shirt and jeans.

Once Robbie caught his breath, he buttoned his clothes up, proud of how he performed and closed his journal shut. The shudders following his orgasm were a fitting close to the moment he'd been craving all day.