What Robert Wants

I was a 33-year-old dad of a 17-year-old son, doing my best to make things work.  If you do the math, you can figure out that I was only 16 years old when my high school girlfriend had him.  On night of misguided indiscretion and… BAM… dad.  The girlfriend, and the fact that I had sex with her was a thin disguise for the fact that I was gay.  Back then, I felt like I had to do it to keep me from getting my ass kicked.  Anyway… that’s the back-story, explaining why I have a son.  No on to the real story.  A story of another night of indiscretion… this time, with one of my son’s friends.

It had been quite a summer, but it was winding down now.  My son and I had been working all summer, renovating our home on the river.  Well, at least I renovated it.  Josh, my son, mostly hung out with his friends, periodically bringing them over to swim off of our back deck.  They would swim, I would work… I would feed them, I would work… They would skate, I would work.  It was ok, though… I usually didn’t mind.  A few of them were pretty damn hot and I enjoyed the view as they paraded around my house, their tight, young, often dripping wet bodies covered only by their wet, clingy swim trunks, which didn’t really leave much to the imagination.  Some, who didn’t bring trunks, would simply strip down to their underpants… even more revealing.

There were a couple in particular that I really enjoyed having around.  The first of which was my son’s best friend, Cameron.  He was 17, my son’s age, slightly taller than me, and slender, but defined.  He was a looker with blonde hair, although it was pretty regularly changing colors.  Black, green, purple, etc.  Even though Cam was sexy as fuck, and pleasing to look at, he was kind of like a son to me, so it seemed weird to look at him in a sexual way.

The next was Alec, and holy shit… Alec was a dream.  He didn’t come around as much as Cam, but when he did… all work on the house came to a stand-still.  For me, it was time to take a break.  I’d even take a plunge into the cool river myself.  It was, after-all, over 100 degrees outside.  Alec was shorter than me, and an athlete, with the build to match.  He had long, chin-length hair, that was always hanging in his face.  His ripped upper body, with smooth, round pecks and defined abs were more than I could handle.  I wanted, so badly, to nibble on his large, brown nipples.  He had quite a package, too.  I even caught a glimpse of his perfect, round ass while he was changing in Josh’s room with the door open.  I wish I could say that seeing him in there was an accident.  It wasn’t.  All that being said, Alec, also is not the subject of this story, although, I’m pretty sure Alec is gay.  More than once, I’ve caught him looking at me when I was working with my shirt off, tool bags strapped to my waist.  Perhaps… I hope he’ll be the subject of another story.

No, the subject of this story is Robert.  He came around later in the summer.  Mid-August, I think.  Robert was one of Josh’s new skater friends, and he looked the part.  He had dark, moppy brown hair and usually wore baggy khaki pants, a loose-fitting t-shirt, and, even though it was hot out, an unbuttoned, flannel to top off the look.  Honestly, aside from his cute face, he wasn’t much to look at, but for some reason, I was drawn to him.  He was a nice kid, always called me Mr. Reese or sir.  He’d come to hang out, but never swam.  While Josh and other friends would swim, he’d sit and watch and now and then, he’d come in the house and talk to me while I worked.  Sometimes, he’d even jump in and give me a hand.

“Need any help,” he’d ask.

I always gave him something to do, even if I didn’t really have anything.

Robert started coming around a lot, even if Josh wasn’t there. 

“Is Josh here?” He’d ask.

When I told him no, he’d always follow it up with, “need any help?”  To which, I’d always say “YES”. 

There was something I appreciated about Robert.  I think a lot of it had to do with the fact that I’d never seen underneath the baggy clothes so the extreme curiosity… the mystery, if you will, drew me to him.

One day, early in September, is when things started to get more intriguing.  It all happened quite by accident… no really… it was an accident.  It was this day, that I found out, what Robert wanted.

I was down on the first floor that day, framing some walls.  As I worked, I hear the voice come from behind me.

“Hey Mr. Ronda.” Robert said.

Recognizing the voice, I turned to see Robert standing in the entryway.  “Hey Robert, how’s it going?”  He wasn’t dressed in his usual baggy clothes.  Instead, he was wearing ripped up jeans and a tight white tank top.  What was previously a mystery, was no longer.  Robert had a very nice physique.  His chest was well defined and his arms ripped.  He didn’t have big muscles, just well defined.  What really caught my eye, and I had to force myself not to look, was the ripped opening in his jeans, between his left thigh and crotch.  It was through this hole that I could see he wasn’t wearing underwear.  I very intentionally locked my eyes to his.

“Good, Sir.” He started, “how are you?”

“I’m good, just working on the house,” I said, “as usual.”  I paused and then went on, “Josh isn’t here right now.”

“I know,” Robert replied, “Instagram says he’s at his mom’s house.”

I was surprised and somewhat unsure what brought him to the house.  “Uh, ok.” I started.  Not knowing what else to say, I asked, “What brings you by?”

Robert hesitated a moment.  He seemed almost nervous.  “Um… just thought I’d see what you’re working on and if you needed any help.” He stammered, biting his bottom lip.

“Oh, ok.” I started, “I’m just framing some walls.  Can always use some help.”

“Cool.” Robert walked toward me, still seeming a little hesitant.

For the next hour or so, we framed and stood up several walls.  Robert was very helpful and worked hard.  It was an unusually hot day, so I had shed my shirt long before Robert’s arrival.  Several times, I caught him looking, but he’d quickly look away when I noticed him.

I took my tool bags off and dropped them to the floor.  “It’s hot, Robert,” I motioned for him to follow me upstairs, “let’s get a drink.”

I climbed up the ladder to the upper level where the makeshift kitchen was.  Robert followed.  I grabbed two Pepsi’s from the fridge and turned around to find Robert peeling off his tank top.  His torso was covered with sweat droplets and I found myself wanting to lick him clean. 

I extended the soda.  Robert reached out to take it and in doing so, his hand touched mine.  This normally wouldn’t mean a thing, except that he paused, his fingers touching mine.  After what seemed like a forever lingering touch, he smiled and pulled the bottle to his lips.

I walked over and plopped down in one of three chairs situated around a small table.  I slapped the empty chair next to mine and said, “take a load off.”

He didn’t but instead set the soda down on the table.  “I gotta take a piss first.”

I motioned toward the bathroom, although he already knew where it was.  It was one of the only semi-finished rooms in the house.  Framing only, though, with insulation tucked in the stud bays.  I knew there were gaps through which I could peek, but was trying to resist the temptation.  It didn’t work.  I quietly set down my drink and moved over to the framed bathroom wall.  Crouching down and holding my breath, I peeked through a small gap in the insulation.  Robert had his pants pulled down to his knees.  Mostly all I saw was his perfect little ass and the stream of pale-yellow liquid streaming from his crotch, which was out of view, and splashing in the toilet.

My mouth watered and I licked my tingling lips, wanting so badly to see more.  When the stream stopped, I could tell that he was shaking it off and then, to my surprise, he turned toward the wall, through which I was watching.  It struck me as odd, because it wasn’t the natural way to turn, since the sink was in the other direction, but I was glad he did.  I got a full view of a very nice dick.  It wasn’t huge, but it was perfect, hanging there below his groomed pubic hair, a single drop of his piss clinging to the tip.  He didn’t pull up his pants right away, but instead, shook his cock a few more times, reaching his right hand under his sagging nut sack.  It was more than I could handle.

Finally, Robert reached down and pulled up his pants and zipped his fly, leaving the button, unbuttoned.  This was my que to get up and hurry back to my seat before he came out.  As I quietly moved back across the room, I heard the sink, which shut off, just as I sat down.

When the bathroom door opened, Robert hesitated in the doorway for a moment, looking at me.  It was a look that said, I know what you just did.  I felt my face turn warm.  Was I caught?  If so, what was he going to do?

The fear left when Robert smiled and finally moved and came across the room.  He grabbed his soda and then the chair that I had slapped earlier, spun it around, and straddled it, resting his arms on the back of it and leaning forward.  His legs being spread out around the back of the folding chair gave me a perfect view of his crotch.  This way of sitting stretched open the tear in his pants, through which the edge of his dick and part of his balls were visible.

Once again, I had to force myself not to look down at it.  Trying to look him in the face, I said, “It’s really hot today.”

Robert smirked, “so you’ve said.”

Fuck, I’m so stupid, I though.  I’m being so obvious.  Nervously, I chuckled and looked down at my drink.

Robert took a long drink from his soda and then ran the cold wet bottle across his forehead.  “So, what are we doing next?” he asked. 

He seemed to be more relaxed than when he first got there.  I was quite certain that he knew that I had been peeping at him through the insulation, but he didn’t seem to mind.  In answer to his question, I knew what I wanted to do next but there was no way I was going to suggest anything.

“More framing,” I paused, “I guess.”  His bright, sparkling green eyes were locked with mine.

There was a long silence, our eyes locked, mine, I’m sure, burning with desire.

“Oh, ok.”  Robert’s face seemed somewhat disappointed, his eye’s dropping to the floor.  There was another long pause, then he looked up at me.  “Or…” his voice trailed of as he stood, flung his leg over the chair and took a step toward me.  He waited momentarily as though looking for approval.

I smiled slightly, hoping it would give him the approval he needed.  Apparently, it did.  Robert took another step forward, gulped down the remainder of his soda and set the empty bottle on the table.  With another movement, he straddled my lap, placed his hands on my shoulders and sat down.  I felt my cock immediately begin to grow stiff.  He ran his hands down from my shoulders to my chest, pausing to rub my nipples with his thumbs before they continued down, around my sides to my lower back.

“Or…” he said again and leaned forward, our lips touching gently.  He leaned back, smiled sweetly, and then forward again, this time inserting his tongue into my wanting mouth.  This kiss was long, passionate and deep.  His hands moved again, tucking them into the back of my shorts.

It was the most amazing kiss I had ever experiences, his soft lips and wet, sweet tongue, mixing with mine.  He rose as his lips traced across my right cheek and down my neck.  Dropping to his knees, he placed his hands on my knees and spread my legs apart, his tongue and perfect teeth now teasing my right nipple.  As he did his hands slid up under my shorts to my thighs, which he squeezed gently.

Robert then reached and unbuttoned my shorts, zipping them down as his mouth moved downward across my abs.  I trembled with anticipation as he grabbed the waistband of my boxer-briefs and, together with my shorts, pulled them down to my ankles.  My cock popped out at full attention, his chest touching its glistening tip as his face continued down.  He kissed my stomach and then wrapped his warm mouth around the head of my cock, slowly sliding down the shaft until his soft lips touched the base. 

With a slow, purposeful rhythm, he sucked me thoroughly.  I groaned with pleasure, running my fingers through his hair as he gradually increased the pace.

“Fuck, Robert,” escaped with a long exhale.  I looked down at him as he sucked.  It was amazing and if he had continued, I would have cum quickly.

He didn’t continue, though.  Instead, he stood up, slowly unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor, stepping out of them.  His beautiful cock stuck straight out at my face, pre-cum dripping from the tip.  Once again, he stepped forward, straddling my lap.  Instead of sitting down, though, he placed his hands on the back of my head, bringing it forward.  I open my mouth, eagerly letting him slide his dick in.  He held my head still, one hand on each side of it, as he pulsed his hips so his cock slid in and out of my mouth.

The taste of pre-cum and sweat was amazing as he fucked my face.  It was so amazing and I could feel my own sticky pre-cum drizzling down the shaft of my cock.  Finally, he slowly slid it out, a long, sticky string from the tip of his dick to my lips.

Reaching under my arms, Robert lifted me from my seat.  He kissed me deeply again and then said, “can I…” he paused, then started again, “can I fuck you?”

Wanting it badly, I didn’t reply but turned around, placed my hands on the back of the chair in which I had been sitting and bent forward.

Taking that as a yes, he bent down, spread my cheeks and leaned in.  I arched my back and threw my head back as I felt the tip of his tongue touch my tight hole.  I couldn’t believe this was happening, or that it should be happening, but I was lost in it.  At this point, the boy could do whatever he wanted to.

Robert licked my ass several times and then buried his face in it, digging his tongue deep into my hole.  My whole body tingle as he ate my ass.  When he was satisfied that it was wet enough, he stood back up, placing the tip of his cock at my opening and pressing forward.  I felt my ass stretch as he slid in slowly.  Inch by inch he penetrated my ass until the full length of him was buried inside of me.

“Fuck, that feels so tight,” he said, beginning to move his dick in and out of me.  He did it slowly at first, though, letting the full length go in and then out, until just the head was inside of me.  Increasing the pace, he asked, “can I fuck you hard?”

“Please!” I responded, wanting badly for him to do just that.

Robert’s pace increased significantly until his groin was slapping my ass.  I grunted with pleasure with each thrust. 

“Fuck!” I cried out with pleasure as he drilled deep within me.

“Oh, Shit, I’m gonna…” Robert panted, “Fuuuuccckkk!”  His nuts slapped my thighs as he fucked me hard, releasing his load of cum inside of me.  He slowed to a stop and then pulled his cock from my ass, his cum following it and oozing out of my gaping hole and down my inner thigh.

Grabbing my shoulders, he turned me around and sat me back in the chair.  Dropping to his knees once again, Robert took me in his mouth.  This time he sucked me vigorously, obviously wanting my load.  I gave it to him, and it didn’t take long.  My cock pulsed as it erupted, shooting a massive load into his mouth.  So much that it ran out around the corners of his mouth as he continued to suck, taking every last drop. 

When he was satisfied that I was empty, Robert stood, licked his lips, and put his pants back on.  I just sat there, slumped in my chair, his cum still oozing out of my ass.  I now knew why Robert had come over.  I now knew… What Robert Wants.