Date: Wed, 19 May 2010 20:26:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: Timothy Brown <theblackcat5679@yahoo.com>
Subject: Meeting Robert Chapter 2

Disclaimer:  This story is fiction and is  not  intended  to
imply  anything about the true sexuality of the  celebrities
mentioned  or  any  personal knowledge about  their  private
lives.

Thank  you all for your caring comments. I really appreciate
them. Sorry it took me so long, I'm in the process of moving
and doing finals in school..

Meeting Robert Chapter 2 - So What Happens Now?

      I  could feel his hardness pressing against my ass.  I
turned  to  him,  massaging his chest. His  low  moans  were
telling  me that he still had some pent up hormonal  desires
that  needed  to be met. I however, had different  plans.  I
washed  off all the soap and turned off the water.  We  both
dripping  wet  got out, me watching his cock bounce  up  and
down. I grabbed his hand and led him to the living room.
     "So have you ever made love on the floor?"
      "Honestly Timothy, I have wanted to but never got  the
chance."
     "Well that's going to change."
      With  that, I grabbed the grey throw blanket  off  the
back  of  the couch and laid it on the floor, me along  with
it. I smiled as he grabbed the bowl of strawberries from the
table.  He laid down next to me with the bowl. He picked  up
one  of  the ruby colored fruit, tearing off the  stem,  and
placing it half way in his mouth. Leaning close to my  face,
I bit the end hanging out. I quickly chewed up the fruit and
let  my  tongue trail over his lips. I noticed him chew  and
let his tongue lick where I left my mark.
      He then wrapped his arms around me and started to kiss
me. I could taste the strawberry in his mouth. I started  to
moan, lightly calling out his name.
     "Oh.Robert."
      I  could hear the giggle deep in his belly. I guess he
liked hearing me call his name.
     "What's so funny?"
     "The way you say my name when I touch you right here."
      And  with  that he moved his hand precisely  below  my
waist, above my thigh directly on my hip, and placed a small
amount of pressure at that spot. I never understood why  the
spot was so sensitive, but it made me tingle and quiver  all
over. As before, I lightly called out his name.
     "Oh.Robert."
     "See.I love that."
      I turned to my side, letting him know that I was ready
for him to enter me again. I couldn't get enough of him.  It
was like I was a junkie and he was my very own narcotic.  He
didn't  need to be told anything, as I turned he  threw  his
leg  around  me, like before, and pushed his throbbing  pole
against my waiting hole. He pushed and I took a breath.
     "Do it.please Robert.fuck me again."
      I  felt him push and slide in. The previous go  around
let  him enter me easier. There was no pain this time,  just
that  explosion of ecstasy. He was grunting  like  a  beast,
digging  his fingers into my shoulder. I turned my  head  up
and  licked his chin. As he stuck out his tongue, I  met  it
with  mine.  I could feel every pass, it was as  if  he  was
searching for desirable jewels and my hole was the  cave  of
wonders.
     "Do you like this? Do want me to continue?"
      I  was thinking to myself, what kind of questions  are
these?
     "Yes.don't you dare stop."
      That I guess was the only confirmation he needed.  His
thrusting continued, and started to quicken.
     "Oh.I'm about to cum."
     "Wait.pull out."
      And  he did, and laid on his back, as I lowered myself
on his knob. His cock was hot, from temperature, and I could
feel  his  pulse with every pass. He tensed up and began  to
get  rigid.  Then  there it was, his cum blasting  from  his
root,  filling  my  mouth  with its  creamy  goodness.  That
sticky,  sweet and sour mixture made me harden. I lifted  up
and  found  myself, being pushed onto my  back,  and  Robert
lying  on  top  of me. He placed his lips on  mine  and  was
grinding his hips into me, hitting my special spot. I  could
feel  the tingling sensation from my toes. Finally,  when  I
looked  into  his  eyes, there was something  in  them  that
looked different.
     "What's wrong Robert?"
      "I'm  just really happy. For the longest time  I  have
been  so  alone  and  sad. Now you  come  here  and  we  get
together, I just don't know how to let you go."
      "Well my ticket is changeable. I can go home any time.
The next semester doesn't start for a month."
     This news made him smile.
     "So where were we?"
      With  that, he lowers on my now semi-flaccid pole  and
places his warm lips over the head. He revives me, squeezing
my spot, making me arch my back. When he lets go, I lay back
down and he resumes going down on me. My heart rate quickens
and that sensation of the big pay off is coming right around
the  corner. The room starts to spin and I feel my  body  go
stiff  and I release. I can feel the four waves of cum  flow
out of me and into his waiting mouth.
      With  a mouth full of cum, he brings himself eye level
to  me  and we start to kiss, swirling my cum back and forth
between  our tongues. That had to be one of the most  erotic
moments. I notice outside the window that it has started  to
rain  and the heater has kicked on. The room starts to  flow
with  warmth,  and I realize that the little  throw  blanket
wasn't  doing  very much. I start to shiver and  it  clearly
gets Roberts attention.
      "You want to go back to bed, so we can warm each other
up?"
     "That sounds.really good right now."
      We  both  rose  from the floor at the  same  time,  he
leading the way, heading back towards the bedroom. I  looked
around  the  bed and found the shorts and shirt  he  let  me
borrow.  While  I slid the shorts up my thigh,  Robert  came
from behind, catching his hand in mine.
     "You don't have to sleep in those if you don't want."
     "Okay."
     I left the shorts off, and climbed into bed. He did the
same, and I snuggled into his chest, listening to his heart.
It was strong and steady, full of compassion and honesty. We
started  to  talk about non-essential things  like  favorite
fruits  and  dislikes, but then the conversation  turned  to
love an my thoughts about the subject.
      "I  think love, is something that will forever  remain
mysterious, because it hits everyone differently."
      "I agree.so how do you know personally when you're  in
love?"
      "Well I would ask myself.could I spend the rest of  my
nights  without them, and if my heart would  break  at  that
very   thought  than  I  guess  that  would   be   all   the
clarification  I would need. What about you..how  would  you
know your in love?"
      "I  am  a romantic at heart and I believe in  love  at
first  sight,  but than I do need a little, like  you  said,
clarification.  Mine  though, is when  I  think  about  that
special  person, would I rather be with them or  filming.  I
enjoy  be  an actor, don't get me wrong, but love itself  is
more important to me."
      We  got silent for a minute and I thought that he  had
dozed off, but then he said something that was unexpected.
     "Timothy.I'm in love with you."
     "What.what did you say?"
     "I'm in love with you."
     I leaned up, out of his arms and sat at the side of the
bed. Thinking to myself, I love him back, tell him, but  the
words  didn't want to come out. I felt him move and get  off
the  bed.  He walked around and kneeled in front  of  me.  I
didn't  realized  until a tear hit  my  thigh,  that  I  was
crying.
     "I'm sorry if I upset you. I didn't mean to. if I did."
      I remained silent. He stood up, grabbed a blanket from
the bed, and walked towards the living room.
     "I will sleep on the couch."
      Things remained silent and when I looked over, he  was
adjusting himself on the couch. I felt like the biggest dumb
shit  in the world. I knew I had to tell him how I felt.  So
with  that I stood up and walked over to were he was  laying
and bent down to his ear.
      "I  love  you  Robert with all my  heart.  I'm  scared
though, but I love you. Now please come back to bed, I can't
sleep alone; I've done that for too long."
     I could see him smile, and as he lifted from the couch,
I  kissed him. This wasn't just any kiss, this was the  seal
the  deal,  all or nothing kiss. I led him, wrapped  in  the
blanket back to bed. I felt that I needed to explain.
      "I'm  sorry for how I responded or didn't  respond.  I
just have never had feelings like this, their so foreign  to
me, but I just had to tell you how I feel."
      "I understand.I just thought I really hurt you. I felt
bad,  when I heard you cry. I never want to be the cause  of
your tears, unless there from joy and happiness."
     He opened the blanket and I slid in, back to my spot.
     "This I think.is where I belong...right next to you."
     "I agree.I want you with me always Timothy."
      Listening to the rain pounding against the windows,  I
was  breathing in his scent, and that was what led me to the
most peaceful sleep. Right before I drifted off, I heard him
whisper,
     "I love you, your mine and I'm yours."
      I  awoke  that morning in an empty bed.  The  previous
nights events flooded their way into my head. Robert told me
that  I  was  his  and that he was mine. I have  never  been
claimed  before,  and I wasn't sure how to  feel  about  it.
While  I lifted off the bed, I realized how badly I  had  to
pee.  So  I ran into the bathroom and relived myself.  After
washing  and  drying my hands off, I heard  the  front  door
open.  Panicked, because it was early in the morning  and  I
was  only  wearing a tee shirt, I opened the bathroom  door,
and  grabbed the pair of boxers off the floor. After putting
them  on,  I emerged out of the room, to find Robert  fixing
breakfast.  His exuberant smile made my heart  flutter  with
excitement.
     "Good morning, I hope I didn't wake you."
     "No not at all."
     As I walked over to him, I noticed he was smiling at my
crotch. I was wondering maybe I dribbled or something.
     "What's so funny?"
     He whispered into my ear."your wearing my boxers."
      And  with that I looked down to find that I was indeed
wearing his boxers from last night. I really didn't think to
look when I was in the bathroom.
     "Oh sorry.I didn't loo.."
     "No they look better on you anyway. Speaking of clothes
your  stuff  is hanging in the closet. It was  brought  over
early this morning."
     "Oh okay.thank you.what time is it by the way?"
     "Around 9:45."
      "Okay well I'm going to take a shower and get dressed.
I will be out in a minute."
     "Alright."
      So  I found myself opening the closet and grabbing  my
bag  of  bathroom items. I pulled out my rose body wash  and
quickly  turned on the water and took off my clothes waiting
for the right temperature. After a few seconds the water was
the  perfect temp, a little on the hot side, and I  slid  in
lathering  up  the  ros‚  goodness. The  natural  aroma  was
intoxicating  and  as  I  was  lightly  humming   my   funny
valentine, I realized that I was no longer alone.
      "My funny valentine.sweet comic valentine..you make me
smile with my heart."
      His voice was so soothing and beautiful. The tone made
me weak at the knees, and into the shower he stepped.
     "I wanted to help you wash yourself."
     He rubbed himself against me, touching my spot.
     "Robert.mmm."
     "Works everytime."
     "Ya ya ya."
      After I finished washing my hair, I turned to realized
he was fully dressed, and his clothes looked expensive.
     ".didn't have enough time to undress."
     "Didn't want to, didn't want to waste time when I could
spend those extra seconds with you."