Robby : Part 1a - December 5th 1995

Note from the author: This is a true story. I have changed some of the names but all, or most of the story and dialog is as it happened. This is a love story, not a fuck story. There will be sex but it would be meaningless without knowing the story of how we fell in love. ENJOY, I hope.

It started as most days had for the last few months. I woke up about 8:30 and looked at the empty spot next to me. I crawled out of bed, stretching and rubbing my face; I put on my robe, and headed to the bathroom for a nice long piss. I made my way to the kitchen and started to fix my favorite coffee, espresso with amaretto cream. I was standing in front of the kitchen window, enjoying the sun shining on me, warming my skin. I heard Robby walk in but I didn’t turn around, he walked up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist hugging me from behind.

He backed away and asked, One of those coffee’s for me. “Morning to you to” I said as I picked up the coffee I had made and turned around to face him. His shoulder length dirty blond hair all messy from a long night of tossing and turning, but he still looked so fucking good. He was wearing the blue sleep pants I got him and what looked like one of my tee shirts. Robby was my true soul mate and best friend. I looked at him and smiled. “Here” I said, not sleep well again”? “Yea” he replied, I handed him his cup with just the right amount of sugar free vanilla creamer. He smiled as he took it, and I waited. He blew on it a few times, closed his eyes and took his first sip. He opened them and looked at me, a big smile on his face now, and said “mm mm, thanks Ryan, you make me the best coffee”.

That’s what I was waiting for, that smile that would just; well it just made me feel good all over and warmed me more than the sun.

“A shower will make you feel better” I said, “but first I think we need a wake and bake on the deck”. He smiled at me as I reached up on top of the cupboard over the bar and grabbed my Frisbee; containing a big bud we had been smoking on for a few days, a grinder, and some rolling papers. Rob opened the sliding glass door to the deck and said “after you” as he lowers his head and waves his hand out the door. I laughed as I walked past him, walking onto the deck and starting the patio heater as he pulled out the cushions and put them on the rocker. It was December and a little cold, but the sun and the patio heater made it very comfortable.

As we sat down on the reclining rocker built for two. I asked, “Do you want to do the honors”?

“Ryan, you know you roll better than me and besides, my fingers hurt from having to check my blood sugars all the fucking time” he said, getting a pouty look on his face. “What were they when you got up” I asked. “130” he replied, slowly turning away so I couldn’t see his face as I turned to look at him. Still rolling the joint, and not taking my eyes off him, I said “Really Jr” with a raised eye brow and a questioning tone in my voice. “So if I went and checked your meter, it would say 130 Right?” I asked with even a more questioning tone in my voice. “Ok,Ok,160” he said as he started turning and looked at me as I licked the rolling paper and gave it the final twist, still never taking my eyes off him.

“See” he said, looking at the master piece I had just rolled, “you can do that shit with your eyes closed, I swear!” “Don’t try and change the subject by flattering my masterful rolling technique I said as I put my Zippo to the herbal creation and inhaling deeply, still not taking my eyes off him. With a little cough, I blew out the thick blue smoke up towards the patio heater and said, “Robby, why do you fuck with me like this, you know I can read you like a book, now what were your fucking blood sugars”? “FINE” he said, with a little to much attitude for my taste like a child caught in a lie. Knowing I could see through his lie, “240” he finally said, taking the joint from my fingers, “happy now”? He asked, loosing some of the attitude in his voice.

He watched me as he took a long draw off our morning blunt and blew the smoke in my face as I started shaking my head back and forth. “I took a shot before I came in” he said, “so were going to have to do breakfast before we take that shower”.

“I don’t suppose those Twinkies you took out of my lunch box last night when I got home had anything to do with that”? I asked, taking the fatty from his fingers. I set the joint down in the Frisbee as I felt him starting to get up. I pulled him back down next to me and put my left arm around his neck, I slid my right hand up under his shirt and rested it over his heart and laid my head on his shoulder.

He tilted his head over and rested his cheek on the top of my head. “You have no fucking idea how hard it is”, he said, “I hate this fucking disease, sometimes I think I should just take a huge shot, go to sleep and die” he continued, as silent tears started to fall from his eyes and roll down his cheeks and drop on my face. We had been down this road so many times over the years. Then he said “the only reason I don’t is you Rye”. He raised his head to wipe the tears from his face and I took the chance to wipe away his tears that had fallen on my cheeks and I pulled his head onto my shoulder. He had no idea how it made me feel when he called me Rye. It made my heart swell and melt at the same time. It was a nick name he gave me years ago, a term of endearment, and he didn’t use it very often. It was something we never shared with others, something that was just between us.

“I know Robby” I said, as the tears spilled from my own eyes and down my cheeks. “Things are getting better though, you’ve been off the hard drugs for a while and you’re working again. Now we just need to get this blood sugar roller coaster thing under control”. He lifted his head up off my shoulder and looked at me. At the same time, we each raised our hands and wiped the tears from each others faces and I kissed his temple. “Please Ryan, don’t! it breaks my heart when you cry”. “I know Jr. I just can’t help it sometimes, I just love you to much” I said. “How can you not” he stated, unable to keep from smiling at his standard reply when ever I professed my love for him.

“You are such a dick” I chided. He smiled at me and reached up to wipe a stray tear from my face he had missed. We both stood, and I said, “Now let’s go fix some breakfast”. We moved back into the kitchen and each did our part to cook breakfast; eggs, sausage, hash browns, and toast with each of us having large glasses of milk. We ate our feast in silence, cleared the table and put our dishes into the dishwasher. “I’ll fix us another cup of coffee and you go check your sugars again, and I want to see the meter” I said smiling. “How about we poke your fucking finger and see what your sugars are” he joked. “Nice try Jr., now off with you” I said with a slap to his hard tight ass.

I had shortened Robby’s name to Rob years ago when we first met, even though most of his family, his friends and mine, and even my mother still called him Robby, mostly because of his smaller build and youthful appearance. To me he was Rob or Junior, though in my mind, when I would think of him, or wanted to express the love I had for him, I would call him Robby remembering his sweet boyish looks when he was fifteen. Just as I finished our coffees, he came back into the kitchen. Meter in hand, he flashed it at me and said “140 I think I’m good to go”. “Good boy, now, I’m going to start the shower” I said, and asked, “you coming”? “Yea, I’ll be there in a minute” he replied, looking down and blowing on his coffee. I walked out of the kitchen, taking my coffee with me and headed down the hall to the bathroom turning on the wall heater and the heat lamp over the shower.

I took off my robe, kicked off my slippers and looked at myself in the large mirror above the sink. I liked what I saw, my brown hair was a mess, but I looked past my hair to the rest of my body. I stood a firm six feet tall, about 4 inches taller than Rob. I weighed a buck seventy five, about twenty five pounds heaver than Rob. I ran my hands over my chest that was covered with a modest dusting of brown hair and a nice treasure trail leading down to my four inch, soft, cut dick. My six pack abs weren’t what they used to be when we were younger, but I still had nice broad shoulders, and defined pecks, and I still looked dam good shirtless for a man of thirty five.

Morning had become my favorite time of the day because of our showers together. It was our, or my, time to be close with my soul mate, the boy, the man that I had been in love with for over half my life. I climbed into the shower, which was starting to steam up the room and I heard Rob come in. As he was getting undressed, I asked him “will you turn the fan on”? I stepped under the spray of the hot water and heard the shower door open and then close and I ran my hands over my face and head to get my wet hair and the water out of my eyes.

When I opened my eyes, he was standing in front of me, in all his glory. My eyes drank him in, from his still beautiful, but older face; down, over his chest, his fading, but still defined six pack abs, minus the v cut he had when he was a young teenager and then down that blond treasure trail to his perfect cock. His cock was about the same size as mine, but a little thicker at the base, and hung straight down over his larger than average sized balls. As I moved my eyes back up the body I new so well, I couldn’t help but smile. “What” he asked, starting to smile himself? He reached around me to the caddy over the shower head and grabbed the shampoo, and now with a smile of his own, he again asked, “Ryan, what is that shit eating grin all about”? “You are still so fucking hot” I said, looking him in the eyes. “Shut up, he said and turn your ass around so I can wash your hair”. I did as he told me and turned around.

He put some shampoo in his hands and started messaging my scalp. Having my hair washed by someone else has always been a favorite of mine. After a minute of his fingers dancing over my head, I rinsed my hair, and again ran my hands over my face and head so I could open my eyes. Rob picked up the soap and washcloth as I moved out from under the shower head and traded places with him so he was now under the water and I had my back to him. He slowly started washing my back; over my shoulders, down my back, across my ass, down my legs and then back up between my ass cheeks, giving my tight ass hole a few good rubs up and down just for good measure.

He moved his hands so slow over my body, he was teasing me and he new it. He pulled me a little closer and I raised my arms up from my sides as he reached under and washed under my arms. He then continued moving his hands slowly around to my chest. I had closed my eyes and was enjoying the intoxicating feel of his hands on my body. I moved back just far enough to feel his soft cock come to rest at the bottom of my ass cheeks, and I wondered to myself if it felt just a little thick. As he started to move his soapy hands down over my hard nipples I leaned my head back and rested it next to his cheek. I put my hands over his and started washing my body with his hands. I moved them down over my stomach and kept going down till I reached my now heavier cock, spending just enough time to clean it well and for him to feel it grow a little, but not make it hard.

My eyes had been closed the whole time, and I was relishing in the closeness we were sharing. I started moving his hands back up my body. I opened my eyes as I moved away just far enough to turn around to face him. I looked at him, into his beautiful blue eyes, I could see into his heart and soul; the pain, the hurt, the fading sparkle that was once so bright, and I could see the love. We looked into each others eyes and in those few brief seconds, I could feel it all, his pain and hurt and he saw it in my eyes. “Stop looking at me like that” he said seeing a sad look on my face.

I took a breath and then said something he had heard before, “your tears I wipe from my eyes also. “I know” he said as he looked down my body. I new he didn’t like this situation any better than I did. I leaned my head forward as he raised his and I rested my forehead on his. This was a very tender act for us and it meant more than a kiss. “I don’t know how things got so fucked up” I said still resting my forehead on his.