Rob

By Steve Thomas

Published on Jul 14, 2003

Gay

This is a fictional story. It is based on the few experiences and many fantasies of the author. If you are really into graphic sex, it may not satisfy your purpose for coming here. If you like to hear of real love and real teen angst, with a little sex thrown in, you are in the right place. There may be some amount of graphic sex between males. If this is objectionable to you, or you are legally too young to be here, you are cordially invited to press your back button.

From Chapter 1:

I kept up the thrusting, turning my attention back to Gary and Tanya. The whole time I was dry-humping (well maybe not TOO dry!) I was watching Gary and Tanya. Gary kept looking at me, smiling, and he even winked once! HE seemed to be timing his motions with mine -- or maybe it was I who was doing that. Anyway we were in synch. He made so much noise as he went off that I was certain Nancy didn't notice that I blew mine at the same time -- inside my swimsuit!

I quickly jumped up and ran to the water, which was just outside the cave, and plunged in. Gary and Tanya ran to join me, followed by Nancy, looking bewildered.

After that night, I never again saw Nancy or Gary.

I had some dreams of Gary that I pushed out of my memory.

Two weeks later I found myself sitting in my new dorm room at UCB, all my stuff stashed in my drawers, wondering what my new roommates would be like.

Chapter 2

The door soon swung wide. A rather smallish guy practically jumped into the room. "Wow! They didn't tell me I would be rooming with a giant!"

I smiled and offered my right hand. "I'm Rob."

"Hi! Three beds, huh? Wow I was hoping for a little more privacy than that!"

"And - - - who might you be?" I asked. Trying to equal his smart-assed attitude.

"I might be Napoleon. But I'm not. I might be Linda and in drag -- but I'm not that either."

I was tiring of his little game, but was patient -- and polite.

"I'm Gunther. Gunther Hasslebom."

"Nice to meet you Gunther. Robert E. Lee Balser."

"What's the `E' stand for?" He asked.

"Nothing -- just an initial. I was named after - "

"DUH!" He quipped. "I KNOW who you're named after. I can hear from your accent that you're from the Deep South."

"Actually not. California boy. Born and raised in Orange county! Guess I picked up the accent from my folks."

"Guess you did!" He said. "So who gets what bed?" he said looking around the room.

"Well, I just got here, myself," I started. "But, I - "

"Great! Then I'll take THAT one." He pointed to the bed my stuff was on. I should have kindly protested, but I just wasn't as ballsy as he was. He actually picked up my stuff.

"Where you want this?" He said.

"Guess I'll take that bed there. I said, grabbing my stuff. Two of the beds were side by side, while the one he "picked" was by itself.

Knock knock.

"Entrer!" Gunther said in French.

The door cracked open enough for a very good looking head to peek in. "Okay to come in?"

"And what does `Entrer!' mean in your language, space man?"

"It means the main course at dinner!"

"That depends on how you spell it. E-n-t-r-e-r means come in."

"Well, it's pronounced on-tray -- just like entrée." The new guy walked past Gunther and extended his hand. "Hi, I'm Chris." He said, looking somewhat perturbed.

I grabbed his hand with both mine, glad to have an ally. "Hi! Rob." I pumped it and smiled.

"I guess you get this bed here." I said. "Mine's there." I said pointing to the one next to it." He grinned ear to ear.

"Looks good to me!" He said.

"Uh, I'm Gunther." We turned his way. He actually looked repentant. His hand was out toward Chris. "Gunther Hasslebom".

"Christopher Allen Gary." He was extra polite.

"Great to make your acquaintance, Christopher Allen Gary! And behind you is Robert E. Lee Balser!" he said it almost laughing. "But that's too long! I think I'll shorten it to Robbie!"

"That's okay, `Rob' will suffice!" I said almost too icily.

"Nope, Robbie it is! Robbie, Meet Chrissy!"

Chris and I looked at each other and shrugged. Then he smiled and said, offering his hand again, "Nice to meet you, ROB!"

"Great to make your acquaintance, CHRIS!" I replied.

I thought to myself, "I am so glad you're here!"

He then intensified that feeling by turning back to Gunther and saying, "Great to be your roommate, GUNT!"

At this point I have to tell you, on the advice of my good friend, Steve, I am going to refer you to Chris's own story, http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/college/chris-crossed,to fill you in on most of the rest of my history. Actually, to meet all my friends you need to go first to http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/college/colins-story and then http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/college/chris-crossed, then http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/college/leonards-lust, and then to http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/college/denny-comes-out, to get the whole picture of my history. If you want to just skip past all that, it will still be a story, but not nearly as gratifying.

So After all the sad, heart-rending interesting and exciting things that happened at UCB, then at UCSB, I graduated and met Denny. Denny is a lot younger than I am, (well, 5 years is a lot at our ages!) but he and I have become -- well -- more than the best of friends. We love sleeping together and even some light sex play. I know that, even at his tender age, he has experienced more than I have. He's also experienced some grief I have not had to deal with. He was my cousin's lover. Garth wrote and told me about Denny, and then we talked for hours about him, on the phone. We never met while Garth was still alive. Garth just could not deal with his conflicting feelings once he admitted to himself that he was attracted to men.

Just after I graduated and got a good job in the Los Angeles area, I asked Denny to move in with me. Here's kind of how that went:

"Anyway - - - I was wondering," I started again, "what you would think about coming to stay with me."

"Wow!" Denny said. "I don't know."

"It's not that much of a commute. I'd give you your space. We can turn my second bedroom into a study. It is for me anyway. But we can move your computer and all your stuff in there. We can network it with mine -- just for some fun and games. I think you'd get more studying -- and better studying -- done there."

"Wow!" He looked stunned.

He thought about it so long that I was feeling very uncomfortable, wishing I hadn't asked. Now I had put him on the spot. I hate it when people do that to me!

Finally, he said, "Uh -- could I uh -- well -- could I think about it for a little while?"

Well, at least it wasn't a direct "No". I was crestfallen. "Next weekend", I started again, "is when Jake, Colin and the kids are coming to the Smith's. Do you still want to go with me? It's okay if you need some space."

Okay with whom? Not me! Well, I couldn't tell him that!

"NOOoooo! Rob, please don't -- I mean -- I don't want you to -- (SiGH!) Rob, of COURSE I want to go with you. NOTHING has changed. I just want to think about your -- your -- invitation. That's all. I still l - I still love you! I'm still committed to you."

"So -- we're on for next weekend?" I asked again.

Denny came to me, and he put his arms around my neck, lifting his face up to mine and he kissed me deeply. I pulled him in closer and felt the warmth of his body from me face to my feet. He was on his tiptoes, and I grabbed his butt, and pulled him off his feet and up to me. He lay his head on my shoulder and said, "Does that answer at least your last question?"

It did. He was not only going -- he still loves me. I guess I just freaked him out a little.

Notes: okay, short chapter. The next chapter will deal with all of Rob's friends in Santa Barbara. I can't emphasize enough how much you deserve to know them, by going to each of the other stories in order. Is Rob, as he says, my good friend? You bet. I created him. He is my special project. He has been a work in progress since the beginning. Comments may be sent to Steve at s4d@hotmail.com. Thanks and love, Steve

Next: Chapter 3


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