Date: Mon, 23 Mar 2015 22:41:56 -0700 From: Chris Martin Subject: Godbrother Ricky, Part 19--Robby Warning: All events that happen are completely consensual between people involved in the story. If you are not of legal age, reside in an area where viewing such material is illegal, or are offended by homosexuality and/or homosexual themes, leave this site now. The author retains all rights to this story. No reproductions or links to other sites are allowed without the permission of the author. ** I applaud Nifty Archives for having this site where we can share our experiences as well as read stories and experiences of many out there. Please support Nifty Archives by donating something financially for their hard work in providing us with a site to contribute to and for a site where we can read of mens' stories. If you have contributed, Thank you! Godbrother Ricky, Part 19--Robby: Previously: Avoidance and denial struck me, "I love you as if you were my brother." I sensed he knew I was not being totally honest and truthful with him because he just kept his gaze on me searching my eyes, scrutinizing me. "I thought I heard you say you loved me while we were making out," he remarked still looking directly into my eyes. "And that's all I need to hear when I have you in my arms!" He leaned forward and kissed me. "Sleep with me tonight." I didn't reply, but felt like a heel for not being honest. I just stayed in his arms. He kissed me on my forehead, "sweet dreams!" We slept with our foreheads against each other until the morning when the alarm rang at 7:00 AM. He is one of a few men I was able to sleep forehead to forehead through the whole night. Robby turned to shut the alarm off. "Morning," he greeted me with a smile and a kiss on the forehead. He surprised me when he reached down and gave my cock a squeeze, and kept a grip on my morning woodie. "Time to get up, but I see you already are!" He laughed. I reached out and grabbed his morning woodie, and his underwear was still wet from last night's cum. Then it hit me, "Hey, did you bring extra underwear, cause yours is wet and I know mine is from last night?...I can smell the cum...I didn't bring extra underwear" almost in a panic. "Didn't you bring your clothes for practice?" Robby asked me. "I have my jock strap and clothes." "No, I was so excited you came back for me, I didn't think about bringing my jocks." A knock on the door, "Morning boys, breakfast in 5 minutes!" Aunty Amy called through the door. "Okay Aunty," we both answered in unison. We took a quick shower, not together. "I think you just gotta go without underwear until we get back to the dorm." We went down to breakfast. Rice, eggs, Portuguese sausage, pancakes, and malasadas (a Portuguese pastry!) I filled my plate and ate every savory morsel. Aunty laughed, "Aaahh, it's so good to see growing boys with good appetites! You guys want to come over tomorrow night?" "Yessss!" Robby and I replied simultaneously. We had Aunty drop us off at the dorm. "Mahalo Aunty!" with a kiss of her cheek. Robby headed to the gym. I made a dash to the room. I fidgeted getting the key in the door. I opened the door but did not fully close it. I looked in my dresser and I realized I left my jock strap in Clark's room. I hadn't done any laundry since I got here, and for a while thought about getting my other jockstrap out of my laundry bag. I got out an underwear, lowered my shorts and just as I was about to step out of them, a knock on my door. `It's open!" I shout. It's Mike, PT. "Why aren't you at practice?" he asked. "I...um...I," I began to mutter, "I forgot to bring my practice clothes when I went to stay with my aunt." And pulled my shorts up quickly. He looked at me with a puzzled look. "Looks like you are properly dressed," he was scrutinizing me. Yes, I did have the properly clothing on, but no underwear. "I forgot my jock strap and I wanted to change into them," I volunteered as I searched for my jockstrap, knowing that I did not have a clean one. "You looking for this?" PT Mike smirked at me, dangling a jock strap on his index finger. "Why would I be looking for one that you're holding?" I questioned defiantly. "Well, after you left Clark's yesterday, I found this by the bedside, and it's too small to be his, so I figured the only person had to be you! AND!" he continued with a wicked grin, "it has your name on it!" He chuckled. "Oh, I guess it's mine then," I agreed. I stuck my hand out for him to give it to me, but instead he dangled the jockstrap teasing me to come and fetch it. "So why was your jockstrap on the floor in his bedroom?" he sarcastically inquired with a wicked grin. "Didn't you ask Clark?" I asked him with a puzzled look. "I did," he replied, "I just wanted to hear your side of the story." "Well, I did the hill and my quads cramped up, Clark helped me back and gave me a massage; he had me take my jockstrap off so he wouldn't get lotion on them. Isn't that what you do, have guys take their jocks off when you give them treatment?" I inquired as though I had the trump card. I reached and grabbed the jock from him. "Thanks," I said as I retrieved my jock strap that he teasingly dangled in front of me. `Asshole' was what I was thinking. Mike did not move after I took the jock strap from him. I faced him, "what did Clark tell you?" and thought, `I am going to fuck with this guy; I'm going to tease his ass.' "Just what you told me," he replied, "but he went into more detail. I like his version better!" I stood my ground. Rather than just slip my shorts off, I took my shirt off. I have to admit this "teasing game" was getting to me as I felt blood rushing to my cock. I unbuttoned my shorts (these were the old PE school issued shorts) and lowered them all the time looking at Mike. I stepped out of them. Remember, I did not have any and grabbed my jock strap and deliberately fumbled with it. I looked at Mike, "Thanks again for bringing my jocks" and stepped one leg in, and by then I had a boner...full 45º cock attention boner; I stumbled as I stepped my other leg in, and fell forward toward Mike, who was ready with arms out to catch me. Mike let out a little laugh, "you okay?" he asked looking more at my cock than at me. "Yeah," I answered kind of embarrassed at my teasing him back firing. I gathered my balance and still facing Mike, I straightened up and stepped in my jock and pulled the jock to cover my evil wicked I'm going to fuck with his guy boner. I adjusted my erect cock upward in my jock before I put my shorts on, but did not button up. I sat on the bed and put my shoes back on, then got my t-shirt, draped it over my shoulder and buttoned up but first reached in to adjust my cock again and gave it a squeeze. Mike did not move the whole time--stood there smiling but then his facial expression changed to one of almost of a seriousness nature—his face seemed blushed. He had an erection—easily visible to the right. T-shirt stilled draped over my shoulder, I walked toward the door—toward Mike. "Thanks again," I lean forward as though I am going to kiss him, but then I reach for my key, "you heading for the gym," I ask him holding onto the door knob. "Yeah," is all Mike says and turns to walk out. We walk to the gym together but no conversation. As we get closer to the gym, without looking at Mike, but directly ahead I tell him, "Robby says you give a good massage!" "He did?" Mike turned and questioned me. "Yeah," I turn and look him directly in his eyes. "You really have good hands! If the workout is too hard today, I just might have to get a massage." I turn around but step back a bit and Mike step forward and his cock pressed into my butt. We enter the gym together. Clark saw us enter. And did Robby. I walk up to Clark, "sorry I'm late, I forgot to take my jock with me when I left yesterday." "No worries Chris, go ahead and stretch out with the others," Clark says with a hand on my shoulder, he turns me around and gives my butt a tap, "go on!" I jogged over to the guys and got on the floor next to Robby to do my stretches. I looked across the gym, I see Mike and Clark talking; I can see Clark looking down in the direction of Mike's cock or am I imagining it, and Clark smiled. I was energized and practiced hard! We did a drill where the coach hit balls at you and you had to bump them to a certain area and get ready for another, sometimes a short ball was delivered and had to dive for it only to get up and have a hard driven ball direct at you, and sometimes your face! Being short—low to the floor had its advantages. I scored well followed by Al and Robby. We did agility and endurance drills! I soaked through my t-shirt and likewise the others, even Clark –his sweat pattern was hot...his pecs and a sweat line down the middle. Keoni hurt his Hamstring muscle and had to take a time out. He looked like he was hurting badly. Even though he stretched out with Mike on the sideline he was not able to move without pain. So Mike took him down to get treatment. I looked at Robby and raised my eyebrow at him with a lift of the head as if to say, "check it out!" Robby gestured with a little head nod, and witnessed by Clark or perhaps it was just coincidence. I guess we both wondered what kind of treatment Keoni was going to get. I stayed focused on giving 100%! Robby and I did a lot of drills together when it required partners. We both pushed each other to work hard. We had hard drills and I have to admit I did very well. Clark challenged the setters stating during scrimmage, the setters HAD to get the second hit to set the ball. What he did was combine the lower division to work with the higher levels. The passing skills of the lower division players is less than the upper division. Boy was I running my ass off. Robby was with on the other court with the lower division setters, so he had to make huge adjustments when spiking the ball. I did not notice exactly when Keoni returned. I saw him standing at the sideline with his a wrap around his thigh and a calf. At the end of the day's session, Robby and I decided we were going to do a light work out. The other boarders went out with their relatives/friends. We were going to Aunty Amy's for dinner. As we were working out, Robby was acting very amorous; he was physical—I mean he wanted to touch me, hug me. We did arm and scapula exercises focusing on the rotator cuff. We did dumbbell work. I was on the incline bench when leaned back for a breather, Robby leaned forward and gave me a kiss on the lips with some tongue. Not a very long kiss but as he straightened out, we hear voices approaching. It was Mike and Clark. "Well, aren't you two ambitious ones!" quipped Mike. And I am not sure to whom he raised his eyebrow to—was it to Robby? or to me? Robby glanced at me, and I at him. "Two of my best!" added Clark. "So what are you two working on?" "Just some shoulder rotator cuff strengthening," replied Robby. "And we were wrapping it up!" he continued looking directly in Mike's direction. "So what you guys going to be working on?" with a little devilish grin. Then Robby looked at me and said, "How's your thigh feeling?" Before I could answer, Robby continued, "you might want Mike to work on it; he has good hands." "What the fuck!" was all I could think! I stood there with my mouth opened. There was a moment of silence. And like in a slow motion video, I looked at Mike, Mike looked at Clark, Clark looked at me, and Robby still looking at me. I think Robby's suggestion caught Mike off guard as well. His jaws dropped! Kind of funny because Robby told me what transpired between them when Robby went to get his legs worked on. "No, my legs are feeling great!" I broke that brief moment of awkwardness. "I'm okay! C'mon Robby we're going to be late!" I pulled him at his t-shirt sleeve to leave. Robby turned followed my lead. I made a quick jab gesture toward Clark's abs before leaving the weight room. "latah (later) bruddahs!" and with that we exited. "Bruddah, what were you thinking?" I asked Robby as we headed to the dorm. "I dunno know why I said what I said. Honestly, it just came out! Hey, I'm sorry!...I guess I wanted to see what he was going to say." Robby rambled, shaking he head in disbelief. We looked up toward the dorm and decided we were going to sprint up the steep hill. When we got to the top, I pretended my thigh hurt! "Oh, arg...my thigh" and reached for my thigh and falling to the ground and rolling. I fooled Robby! He showed great concern and rushed toward me, "Chris, what happened?" I continued to pretend I had pulled a muscle. "Come on, lemme help you." "Don't you think you should call Mike?" and I could not help myself and burst out laughing. I was too slow in getting, and Robby just threw himself onto me, and started to rough me up, tickle me. I rolled onto my stomach and he had his full body weight on me. I felt him pressed his pelvis into me as I struggled. He continued to tickle me, AND I am very ticklish! I was laughing so hard and pleading him to stop; "I'm sorrrrry, stop!...please Robby, I'm sorrrry!!!" He did not heed my plea and the more I wiggled and tried to get myself free, the harder he pressed his body into me. I swear he was getting aroused. Robby leaned forward, and in a low almost whispered like voice—only loud enough for me, "Be honest with me, you love me?" And stopped tickling me just as those words left his mouth. My laughing stopped; he rolled slightly off from me. I turned my head and looked at him; his handsome face with a small smile and lips parted so sexy and kissable. "Yah, I do!" I answered honestly. (But at 16 does one really know love?) "Like a brother?" Robby asked. I shook my head no. Robby helped me up. We walked to the dorm in silence. Robby unlocked the door and walked in first. As soon as I shut the door, Robby pulled me into his arms and kissed me—french kissed me and hard. He broke the kiss, he cupped my face in his hands and looking straight into my eyes, "you love me and I love you!" Intercom: Robby, your Aunt is here for you and Chris. ***************************************************************** Thank you for reading Godbrother Ricky, Part 19. I have to apologize for the lengthy storyline. I am writing about my experience. Robby is someone who was a good friend, and whom on a different level from Ricky, I fell in love with too. Clark was someone who later became a friend. I enjoyed writing of my experience; kind of like re-living my youth! If you want to write me with your comments and/or suggestions, please do so at Kaholo1154@yahoo.com. I love hearing from you and will respond.