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When I got home the dishes were put away, the sheets were changed and Robin was sleeping heavily. I got undressed down to my briefs and climbed under the blankets next to him. He instantly moved his body over by mine and cuddled close to my chest.
“Hi.” He said quietly.
“Hey. How do you feel?” I asked, knowing that his body probably hurt from the morning before.
“Good.” He replied as his lips found my nipples and began to toy with them. His hot little mouth felt so nice. It had been a while since he and I had just been comfortable. I hadn’t fucked him in a while either. Apparently, he read my mind. “It’s been forever since we’ve had sex, Bart. Are you too tired?”

“No. I’m never too tired for you.” I answered as we kissed each other sloppily. We both knew what I said was a total lie. Only 2 nights before, he’d asked me if I’d fuck him and I told him to fuck off. I’d just been a little on edge, but still. I roughly worked his sweatpants off of his legs followed by his briefs. He got mine off and in a matter of seconds I had the lube from the end table and was climbing in front of him. I poured it onto my index and middle finger and worked them into his ass. I’d done it a million times before so it probably didn’t really give him the same thrill but he squirmed excitedly and moaned as I shoved my fingers into his bottom. After I’d massaged the lube into his pink little hole thoroughly, I poured more onto my hand and rubbed it up and down on my rock hard dick. He watched, mesmerized, as I did it. He wrapped his legs around my waist and I shoved the head deep into him, trying like hell not to hurt him.

“Ahh, fuck!” he moaned under his breath. I loved it when he got verbal. Gently I pressed all the way in. He stayed quiet but breathed heavy once I got all 13 inches in.

“Fuck me already!” he begged loudly. So I did. I started slow, like always, and sped up gradually, keeping a reasonably good rhythm. He moaned high and loud each time I slammed in, begging me Harder! and Faster! His entire body shook violently after only about 4 minutes of fucking. Once I realized he was going to cum, I slowed down to keep it going longer. I leaned forward so that we were fucking missionary style and kissed his neck. He then moved my face up with his hands so that I would kiss him on the lips. He moaned as we kissed.
“Oh, god, I’m gonna cum.” He groaned. Right on cue, his perfect cock squirted 4 shots onto his abs and chest. It just looked so perfect, I couldn’t resist. I used my finger to get some of it off and licked it. He tasted heavenly. The taste encouraged my orgasm and within a matter of seconds I was ready to blow. I shot off into his ass and groaned loudly. He was smiling weakly as I fell on the bed next to him. I kissed his cheek lightly and fingered his ass using my cum to lubricate the motion and fell asleep listening to him moan quietly. Robin was too perfect.

He didn’t deserve the things I did to him.
“I’m sorry.” I sighed again as I drifted deep into sleep.

I woke at 10 o’clock. I could hear him singing in the kitchen as he made breakfast. When I got up he was standing in his briefs flipping pancakes on our stove.
“Good morning!” he greeted joyously.
“Mmm-hmm…”
“How’d you sleep?”
“Okay” I barely mumbled in response.
“I’m making pancakes.”
“Really?” I asked sarcastically.
“Well, you’re fun this morning.” He sighed, adding a dirty look for effect. He turned away from me and peeled some pancakes off onto a plate.
“Hey, baby, I’m sorry.” I said walking behind him and wrapping my arms around him. He gently shrugged me off and mumbled an acceptance of my apology that sounded a whole lot like ‘go fuck yourself.’
“What are you doing today, Hun?” Robin asked without looking at me.
“Nothing, I think. Why?”
“I thought maybe we could-”

The front door burst open and about 5 guys (big, tall, and scary) stormed in. Robin backed up against the stove and accidently put his hand onto the pan, burning it in the process (HIS HAND).
“Where’s the money Tholly?” The tallest shouted in my direction. Instantly I realized that I was in no danger. I recognized him as Tobi Masterson. He was probably the first black guy that I became such good friends with. I’m not a racist I just haven’t really hung out with many until now. We met at the mall because he liked my body, and certainly wasn’t shy about it. He’d flirted with me for almost 20 minutes before I decided that he was a decent guy. He was my gateway into the drugs and money and cheating world of the streets, and it’s not like I resented him for it.

“Why?”
“Griffin sent me. He says you owe him 8.”
“I do and I have it. He just needs to keep his fuckin’ pants on.” I laughed casually.
“He wants it now, Tholls. You’re starting to cut it too close to the edge.” He demanded, as I walked to the bedroom to get the money from my box. I had more than 4 thousand inside and quickly counted out 800. When I went back out the boys still stood at the door vigilantly, but Tobi stood in the kitchen with Robin, gently running icy water over his hand in the sink.

“I burned my hand, Bart.” Robin stated sadly. I would have said something smart if Tobi hadn’t been standing right there. He didn’t like my anger issues or the way I sometimes treated Robin.
“Fuck, I’m sorry, Hun. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Tobi apologized politely. He was always so polite to boys that looked so fragile and sweet.
“I’ve got the money.”
“Oh. I should probably count. It’s not like I don’t trust you but-”
“Shoot.” I said as he dried off his hand and took the money from me. He smiled satisfied.
“Awesome. I should probably get the hell outta dodge. I’m not supposed to chat. Griff says that ‘whether you’re getting the money or getting the honey you should be in and out in less than 20’.” Good old Griffin.

Chapter 4

My hand really hurt. There was nothing in the world that would make me happier than Bart showing a little compassion for me. I know he loves me. He tells me that every day and shows me every night, but I wish he could show a little sympathy for me. The palm of my hand was bright red and hurt so badly. I just wanted him to feel bad.

We ate the pancakes quietly after his friends left. I wished he would say something. Finally when he was putting his plate into the sink he broke the silence.
“So, what were you saying, baby?”
“W-what?”
“What did you want to do today?” he replied sweetly as he stroked my cheek. His smile was absolutely stunning and his bright blue eyes shined brightly. I had the best boyfriend ever.
“I was thinking we could rent a few movies and hang out. I-I miss us.” I sighed back.
“Me too. That sounds like fun, Robby. What do you wanna get?”
Why is he being so nice? I thought to myself as I carefully examined his beauty. His smile was so perfect and very kind. I trusted him. He probably just felt bad about the morning before, which seemed like forever ago, but still it was nice to have him.
“‘The Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind’ and ‘The Science of Sleep’. Are those okay?”
“Yeah. Elijah Wood and Gael Garcia Bernal. Lovely. Do you wanna go alone?”
“Do you wanna come?” I asked sharply. He hated going out.
“Touche. Can you get something with Michael Cera in it, too?”

“Yeah.” I laughed as I got up and went to the bedroom to get dressed. Bart’s kind of in love with Michael Cera. I left the apartment and came back with 3, overjoyed that they actually had them. Bart popped popcorn and for a little more than 6 hours we just laid on the couch watching them. I lay on top of him and he gently brushed my hair back and kissed my neck. He loved my hair. He touched it all the time and ran his soft, gentle fingers through it. It made me feel like a child. Still, it comforted me. When the third one ended it was about 5 o’clock and Bart took the bowl off of my stomach and onto the floor next to the couch.
“Babe?” he asked as he gently wrapped his arms around me.
“Yeah?”
“If we were still just friends, we’d know each other better.”
“I know. I miss that. I used to know your favorite color.”
“It’s pink. What’s yours?” he asked
“Yellow.”

“Eww!! Yellow’s a hideous color.” He groaned in disapproval.
“It’s happy.”
“Okay. What’s your favorite band?”
“The Red Hot Chili Peppers.” I said as though it was obvious, “what’s yours?”
“Everclear.”
“Everclear is old.”
“Nuh-uh. Besides old can be good.”
“IBTD” I said.
“What?”
“I beg to differ.”
“Oh. I love you, baby. You’re the best.”
“Oh, thanks.” I laughed. Gently he put his lips to my neck and sucked, giving me a hickey. He slid his hands into my briefs and gripped my dick.
“Are we going to have sex?” I asked dumbly.
“I hope.”
“Could we maybe go to the bedroom?”

“Oh. I mean, I guess we could try that.” He sighed. He stood up effortlessly, taking me with him. He painlessly carried me to our bedroom and laid me on the bed. He was so strong. Then he slid his briefs down to his ankles and climbed next to me. Tenderly he slid his mouth onto the bulge of my briefs and sucked my dick through my shorts. He slid his mouth along the fabric that covered my cock and massaged me with his tongue. Once he’d soaked my briefs with his spit and my pre he pulled them off and climbed up next to me.
“Can I ride you, baby?” I begged.
“Yeah.” He said sitting up against the headboard and letting me slip his big dick into my ass. I eased my body down onto his cock slowly, trying not to hurt myself too much. Then he grabbed my wrists and shoved my arms out from underneath me so that I dropped down.
“Oww!” I yelped.
“Ride,bitch.” He commanded. Despite the pain, I did as I was told and bounced on his cock moaning in pleasure. Soon he felt good as he pressed inside me. He slid in and out moving my body up and down on him for almost 4 minutes when I heard him start to moan harder and deeper and my ass filled with his hot and sticky cum.
“You’re so perfect.” He whispered in my ear. I pushed myself off of him and slammed down next to him. It was only like 5:30 but I was so happy as he wrapped his strong toned arms around me and warmed me up. I hadn’t been so happy in a long time.
And it was good. For a minute.

Chapter 5

His icy cold tears slid down cheeks and onto my bare chest. I gently stroked his soft charcoal hair, trying to provide a slight bit of comfort. I knew I’d never know the pain he had. He was too good for this life.
“I hated him so much.” He groaned.
“I know. That doesn’t make it your fault.”

“I should have loved him more.” He whispered in self-hate. His dad was dead. He deserved to die. He’d left Robin when he was 4 and a week before his mother was murdered. Robin’s mom’s life was taken right in front of his; he’d had her blood on his soft 4 year old hands; and she might still be alive if the paramedics would have just let him stay with her. He’d told me stories and screamed in his dreams and I knew more than he would ever tell anyone else. When I went to therapy and talked about Tyler I felt bad for myself, because as a ten year old I couldn’t comprehend what Robin had gone through. Tyler was my first. He said I was special and he hadn’t been old or creepy like most twisted pedophiles. He’d only been 25, but either way it was wrong. I was 7. My dad left me when I was 2, so I guess he never really existed. Tyler was my mom’s boyfriend. It lasted 2 years and she never knew about it until after they’d broken up because he never hurt me, never scarred me, and never bruised me. Tyler would never hurt me. I was special. The way he’d been with me could never be as bad as Robin watching his mother die on the kitchen floor. Maybe I liked Tyler. Maybe I was a sick and twisted kid who’d probably let him in my pants if I ever saw him again.

“I’m sorry, baby. You don’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve you.” I whispered to Robin, flushing away all my stupid thoughts. I loved Robin and I couldn’t let him feel this hurt.
“You never did anything. It’s like no good person has good things happen.” He whispered, intertwining his fingers with mine. I knew he meant Tyler, I just didn’t know how the boy never failed to know exactly what was on my mind. “What did Tyler do to you?” he whispered into my ear. He was beginning to calm down now. He’d been upset because of guilt and I’d flushed it all away.
“Loved me”
“But he was 25?”
“If he was still 25 I could be with him.”
“He’d be like 38”
“I should look him up.”
“And leave me?” I looked at him to see a serious and hurt gaze.

“I just want to see him. I need to see if he’s still as beautiful. He was so beautiful. He was so tall and pale. He had the most amazing light freckles on his cheeks and killer brown eyes that were exactly the same chocolate as his hair. Mmm.” I sighed, somewhere far, far away. He was the only man who’d ever been inside of me more than once. He was the only one allowed, because I was special. I liked topping guys, especially Robin. Knowing that fact I should have done myself a favor and just forgotten the idea altogether. Robin kissed me again and I wiped away his tear.

Could I even really love robin? He was so fucked up and I hated hurting him. And I was so fucked up…
I knew I was the worst of the two of us and the only way for him to have a good life was to be free from me. But why did I do this? I had to double everything and doubt myself. He was perfect for me!
"Robby, it"s only 6:00 in the morning. Let"s go back to sleep." I sighed in suggestion, trying to wipe away the bad thoughts.
"K. I"ll try. I love you."
"Yeah."