Robbie

Robbie 9

* * * * *
This work is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
* * * * *

Robbie

by Willie B Florida
comments welcome to: [email protected]

______________

PART NINE

Robbie took a shower before bed. There was an extra person who needed to shower in the mornings, he told himself. But the real reason, he needed to cum. He stood under the hot water and jacked himself hard. The orgasm came on strong and he grasped the handle at the side of the tub, afraid that he was going to black out, slip and kill himself. The hot water flowed down around him as he slowly came to. He reached for a towel, dried off and headed into their bedroom.

Trin peed and came into the room and turned off the light. Without preamble she crawled into bud and snuggled up alongside him. I guess we're sleeping together now, Robbie thought.

"Goodnight kids," Diane called out.

"'night mom."

"Goodnight."

"I really don't think you need to shave," Trin said. "You look perfect the way you are."

Robbie smiled into the darkness. "You, too. I mean it."

"Don't you need to cum?"

"I'm okay." Robbie stared up into the darkness. "What about you? Do girls need to cum to go to sleep?"

"I don't know about 'girls' in general," Trin answered, "but . . . "

"Hmmm?"

"It's okay."

"I don't understand."

"You know how I used to be so demanding?"

"Yeah."

"I thought I could just make you fuck me?"

"I remember."

"Well, I've changed a bit."

"You don't want me to fuck you anymore?"

"No, I mean, yes . . . I mean. You asked if I need to cum to go to sleep. Not really. But I bet if you were ever to fuck me it would be nice to sometimes do it so you could fuck me to sleep. I mean, you could fuck me awake, or just . . . you know, fuck me anytime. But, cumming while you fucked me could be a nice way to fall asleep at night."

Robbie nodded into the darkness. This whole business of getting what you want was very confusing. "So, you still want me to fuck you?"

"I just think there's more ways for a girl to get what she wants than just presuming that she gets everything she asks for."

"What about boys? Do they get what they want? And . . . what you said . . . today . . . " Robbie left the sentence unfinished.

"I don't know. What do you want?"

"I see what you're saying, I think. First a person needs to know what they want."

"Yeah," Trin agreed. "Then they have to figure out how they're going to get what they want. It was really bad what my moms did to you. I'm sorry."

"It wasn't your fault." Robbie felt tears glistening in his eyes.

"No, it wasn't, but I was a spoiled brat. That didn't help."

"Well," Robbie paused to let the urge to cry abate. "Were you raised like Stace?"

"What do you mean?"

"Held all the time, cumming 24/7?"

"Sure, of course."

"No wonder you were spoiled," Robbie asserted.

"I don't know. I think it also makes a person feel loved unconditionally. Stace is a really confident girl now."

"She's three years old," Robbie protested.

"A confident three years old," Trin volleyed back.

"What I'm saying is, if you're the center of attention, 100% of the time, how do you ever learn to imagine what other people are thinking and feeling?"

"You think I'm selfish?"

"You said it yourself, you were spoiled. You know what I think?"

"So you're the expert now? So, what do you think?"

"Don't act like that, Trin," Robbie complained. "I'm just thinking out loud. I don't know the answers, that's for sure. But I know that no one coddled me when I was a baby or a little boy. I wasn't sure anyone liked me at all . . . "

"Exactly! You could have used some loving when you were a little kid."

"Maybe. But, what I wanted to say is that at a certain point you stopped getting all the attention and your sister took your place."

"That wasn't so fun," admitted Trin, "but then you came along. I see what you're saying. That's why I thought I could just demand that you be stripped, that you fuck me, that I'd get anything I wanted."

"I'm not saying getting attention is all bad. My mother . . . "

"Yes?"

"Do you want me to . . . "

"Please . . . "

"Touch you?"

Robbie reached his hand down and put his finger into the familiar place. Trin was getting to be a grown up girl -- but the aNateomy was similar enough to the baby Stace that he had spent a good bit of a summer learning to pleasure, that he wasn't on completely foreign territory. Trin opened her legs and sighed, waiting for the wonderful feelings to begin.

* * *

"It's late, kids. Get up, time to get ready for school." Diane looked at the clock and began bustling about the kitchen.

Trin rolled out of bed and into the shower. Robbie smelled the sweet scent of her on his fingers and followed into the bathroom, throwing cold water on his face and smoothing down his hair. He stood in the kitchen waiting for the usual morning ritual to begin.

"I'm almost done cooking these eggs," his mother said, looking over her shoulder at the waiting boy. She turned off the flame under the skillet, portioned the scrambled eggs onto three plates and sat down in a chair opposite Robbie's dick. Taking the creme she began working it into the boy's penis.

"I can help with that, if you want," Trin offered, coming into the room after toweling off.

"That would be very helpful," Diane replied, "I've got to get your lunches ready. Robbie?"

"Yeah, sure," he nodded. Trin's smaller hands took over the task of working the creme into Robbie's skin. She put a lot more erotic energy into the task and once again Robbie felt himself about to boil over. "Trin," he warned. To his surprise she stroked harder and just as he began to cum she took his erection into her mouth and sucked the jets of fluid down her throat.

"Yum, breakfast!" she said, licking her tongue around her lips.

"Wow!" Robbie exclaimed. "Like I said, I'm not saying getting attention is bad at all. Not at all."

Trin nodded her head. "Like I said, there's more than one way of getting what you want."

It was not the first time that Robbie regretted that he and Trin attended different schools, but today he had a lot on his mind. "We need to talk after school," he told her.

"I've got stuff to go over with you, too," Trin agreed. "Those Simon twins . . . I know you know what they want." She looked at him a little too long and he looked away. Yes, he knew very well, or at least he knew what Nate Simon wanted.

The day seemed to drag on forever and to top it off Trin's bus was late getting home. She banged the door of the apartment shut and threw her backpack.in the corner.

"I'm starving," she announced.

Hunkered over grilled cheese sandwiches the two conferred.

"So, my mission is to take those Simon twins down," Trin announced. "We have to do something to lure them in, then get them."

"Hmmm," Robbie hesitated.

"Come on, Rob," Trin goaded him. She chomped down on her sandwich and kicked him under the table.

"Ow!"

"Spill it. I'm going to find out anyway."

"Nate's got a thing for me." Robbie said it all at once without breaking between words.

"Perfect. Let's invite them on a date."

"You're not surprised?" Robbie objected.

"No. Why should I be. He called you a faggot--makes sense that he is one."

"Are you insulting him?"

"Fuck yeah--but not what you think. I have no problem with the fact that he wants to . . . sleep with you, go out with you, whatever . . . but he's got to get his head on right and stop being a bully. And his brother. He's the one who raped my friend's sister. Rumor has it she isn't the only one."

"Why doesn't she report him. Why's this up to us?"

"She won't. She's scared. I want to teach him a lesson. So, double date?"

* * *

Robbie wasn't at all sure he liked the plan, but Trin was insistent.

"Don't worry," she assuaged him, "it's not a real date. You're just the bait. And me," she added, "I mean we think the jerk likes girls younger than him." she grimaced as she thought about the rape. "Anyway," she went on, forcing herself to be upbeat, "we're just the bait. If all goes to plan we won't spend any time with them at all."

"Yeah," Robbie muttered, "if all goes to plan."

"Don't be pessimistic. It'll be fine--for us. For them, terrible!

"Okay, fine. We're doing what? Telling everyone that the last thing we want is a double date with the Simon twins? I don't even see how this is supposed to work."

"Not everyone," Trin corrected him. "Just one person, but let them know it is a HUGE secret--never to be divulged. Next thing you know Nate and Gabe will be doing the asking."

"If you say so," Robbie replied in disbelief.

"They will," Trin insisted, "But none of this will work if your mom doesn't agree to lend us the car."

They rolled out of their shared bed and sauntered into the kitchen. Stripped kids don't need to get dressed, so the transition from bed to breakfast can be fairly quick. They had to act like it was just a normal day--not a day where if something went wrong they might both get raped--so Trin pumped out a handful of lotion and began applying it to Robbie's penis.

In spite of his worries, Robbie quickly eased into the morning routine of being pleasured. As his penis elongated he half-listened to Trin weave some story about how she needed to take something to her moms and could Robbie drive her over to the forest.

"We'll spend the night so we don't have to do the whole thing in one trip, and we'll come back first thing in the morning," she explained. "I'll let you know in what day as soon as I can finalize things with them."

Trin's hands sped up as she pulled Robbie's penis out from his body and with perfect timing she had her lips around his erection just as he started to erupt. He came harder than usual, jetting deep into Trin's throat. His head swam, as if all his blood had drained down to his loins.

"You better sit down, Robbie," his mother suggested. Robbie wavered and then sank into a chair, still gasping for breath.

"That was intense," Robbie exclaimed as soon as he was able to talk.

His mother laughed. She never got to rub the erection creme into his penis anymore. Trin brought him to climax every morning, swallowing down what she called her "first breakfast" before sitting down for whatever Diane had prepared.

"Sure," Diane agreed, "it's fine. But please drive carefully. Those forest roads can be dangerous."

"I will," Robbie assured her.

"I'll meet you after school," Trin called over her shoulder. She grabbed her backpack and Robbie watched her lithe naked body as she darted out the door.

"You two aren't up to something are you?" his mother asked.

"Like what?" Robbie replied.

"I don't know, I really don't. I mean it's so different than the way I grew up. You're both stripped. You sleep together. She gets you off every morning. I mean . . . I don't know what else you could be up to!"

"I have to catch my bus, mom. You worry too much."

But worry began eating at Robbie as soon as Trin wasn't there to cheer things along. Robbie stewed through first and second periods and by third period was looking so poorly that Ms. Fletcher asked if he needed a hall pass so he could go to the infirmary.

"I'm fine," Robbie responded. His voice sounded bad enough that several of his classmates looked up in alarm. He considered taking up Ms. Fletcher's offer and getting out of school for the day. Instead, he took a deep breath and decided to go for it.

In the hallway after class he hurried as quickly as he could for his locker and then dawdled over opening the combination lock. Ordinarily he did everything he could to minimize locker visits. Not only was it a hassle, but Parker, who had the locker above him was a prick. One of those "nice" pricks who acted like he was your best friend and ever so helpful. But, Robbie knew that Parker was also Gabe Simon's lackey.

"Robbie," Parker exclaimed in his satin smooth voice. "How nice to see you at your locker. What's your next class, chemistry? Forgot your book, or . . . " Parker's voice hovered between solicitation and sarcasm. "You don't look so good . . . are you packing up to go home early?"

"Ms. Fletcher nearly sent me to the infirmary," Robbie played up the idea, "but Parker, I don't know if I can tell you this."

"What is it Robbie. You know I can keep a secret."

"It's just, if Nate . . . oh no, well I've said that much."

"Nate? What about Nate?"

"Well, if he realized that I know he's got a thing . . . oh, no, I'm saying way too much. Please, this has got to be just between you and me. Please don't tell a soul," Robbie pleaded.

"Word of honor," Parker insisted. "But, what's got you so worked up about Nate?"

"It's just, well," Robbie took a breath and then spilled it all out, "It's just Nate has a thing for me and Gabe for my sister and there is no way in hell that my mother would ever allow us to go on a date with them, not ever!"

Parker just stared at Robbie.

"Please, Parker. I should never have said a thing. Promise me you won't tell a soul. I'd be the laughing stock of the whole school, and, well, my little sister would be mortified."

"No worries. Your secret is safe with me." Parker stifled a grin. "Oh, man. That's the bell. Better get to class."

Robbie slumped against the locker. I sure hope Trin is right, he worried. Either we'll be going out on a double date, or someone's going to beat me to pulp on behalf of two seriously pissed twins.

* * *

If Robbie had felt unwell before, he was now in serious discomfort. His hands were like ice cubes, his temples were raging hot. His teeth were chattering and his knee quivered uncontrollably. He managed to get through another class period although he didn't hear a word the teacher said. He walked through the hallway, everyone around him a blur of unfocused movement. He slumped against the wall and tried to get his bearings before heading into the cafeteria for lunch.

"This way bozo." A strong arm grabbed him by the back of the neck. A door opened and he found himself being shoved inside. A naked light bulb went on overhead and he found himself inside the janitor's supply closet with two hulking guys squeezed into the small space with him. He'd paid little enough attention to the two boys, considering them somewhat below him in the school pecking order. He frantically searched his mind to see if he could attach names to the two faces.

"You want your lights punched out?" Face one asked him bluntly. The fingers grasping the back of his neck tightened threateningly.

"Are you some kind of joker?" Face two asked, reaching out and grasping him just under his adam's apple.

"Nnnnn . . . " Robbie vocalized.

"Can't hear you," Face one said, fingers closing in like vice grips.

"Nnn . . . leggo," Robbie begged. "nnyurhurtingme."

"The sissy can't take it," Face two barked.

Face one lightened his grip slightly.

"You have one chance to explain yourself," Face one explained. Face two reduced the pressure on Robbie's throat just enough to allow him to speak.

"I don't know what you want," Robbie replied.

"One chance," Face one repeated, briefly gripping his neck in a frighteningly tight hold. Robbie was painfully aware of his naked condition, as if clothing could have protected him from whatever Face one and Face two decided to dish out.

"Um . . . is this about . . . Nate?" Robbie finished in a low squeak.

"What you know about Nate is nothing," Face One barked.

"You . . . and your sister," Face Two went on, drawing the word 'sister' out with scorn, "don't know SHIT!"

"Yes, sir," Robbie answered meekly.

"Got that?"

"Yes, yes, I do."

"If anyone, and I mean ANYONE, gets another whiff out of you about Nate or Gabe, your time on this planet is . . . " Face two pushed a fist into Robbie's gut just far enough that he understood quite clearly how much he would like to simply throw up right now. The thought came unbidden that at least he didn't have clothes to ruin with vomit.

"You spill your guts on me, sissy, you will be so sorry," Face Two admonished.

"Now hear this," Face One went on. "Listen good 'cuz I don't chew my cabbage twice."

Robbie nodded fiercely.

"Friday. Outside the cigar bar on 1st street. 8 pm. Be there."

"Okay, but . . ."

"Shit! You arguing with me?"

"No, but . . . "

The fist ground deeper into his gut.

"There's an abandoned house in the forest that is a really cool place to meet," Robbie blurted out as fast as possible. He took a breath and waited for one of the two boys to knock him out.

"Really? Is that so?"

"Um, yeah. Nobody knows about it, but . . . "

"Uh, huh." Face One nodded. "Tell you what, sissy. We'll get back to you on that."

"Count to 200 and you can walk out this door. Not before or you'll get it right between the eyes." Face two explained. The overhead bulb went dark and for a moment the light from the hallway shone into the closet and the door closed. Robbie was too scared to count. After what seemed like an interminable length of time he cautiously opened the door. To his surprise people were still milling about. He stepped out, closed the door behind him and took a deep breath. He walked down the hallway trying to look nonchalant. When he passed the cafeteria he realized that he had absolutely no appetite.

The rest of the day went by in a fog. He wished more than anything that he could confer with Trin. Maybe this plan was a huge mistake. Maybe the two thugs would kill him. Maybe they'd be ambushed in the forest and . . . his thoughts veered off into horrible places. He'd just have to figure out how to back out of the whole thing.

After the last bell of the day, Robbie rushed to his locker, stuffed the books he would need at home into his backpack and turned to get to his bus. He ran right into a massive chest. Arms wrapped around him and held him immobile. He could feel every button, the roughness of denim, the coldness of the guy's belt buckle against his naked skin.

"You get me a map to this place in the forest, joker, or you're mincemeat. Tomorrow."

"Yes, sir," Robbie managed to mumble into the guy's chest.

He was spun around and his face smashed into the locker. When he turned around there was nobody there. He ran for the bus, his penis still incongruously sticking straight out from his body. Shit, he thought, even with the day from hell the stupid cream still works.

(End of File)