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Part 1

“Make sure the heating doesn't go out, it's cold outside,” they had called to their son under the door before they left the house, ”and don't make a mess. Aunt Klara is coming by tomorrow, don't make her drop dead.”
Michael's parents went to visit friends they knew from their old neighborhood and would spend Christmas with them. So Michael, who was called Mike by his friends, was alone in the house for the first time. Perfect, he thought, to finally do things that would otherwise lead to significant problems for a 16-year-old.
Michael sat down in front of the TV and called Robby. Michael's parents had given their blessing for his best friend to spend the two days at his house.
The two of them decided to finally watch the forbidden videos that their school friend Ralf had lent them for the holidays. He hadn't said much about the content of the films.
“I think there's porn on one of them, but I haven't watched it yet,” he said casually when he gave Robby the videos for the vacation.
Since Robby lived on the same street, he was at Michael's door just a few minutes after Michael's call, holding a plastic bag with the video cassettes.
“Hi Mike. Cool, two days of a storm-free house?” he said at the door, while he shook the snowflakes off his jacket. ”Do you have enough to drink in the shed?”
“Of course. Cola, soda, beer, liquor and in the cellar is wine, snacks and all those things. There is enough there to not attract attention if something is missing.”
Shortly after, the first movie flickered across the screen. They sat on the couch, eating chips and drinking cola.
A few candles were burning on the table, the Christmas tree was glowing in the corner and the open fireplace created the appropriate wintery atmosphere. Michael snuggled up on the couch and glanced at his friend. “Everything okay?”
? Yep, it's nice here today, all alone. And really cozy. I don't have anything against your parents, but we don't have anything against them being gone, do we? He laughed.
Michael grinned back. Sure, you're right.
Man, he's totally boring,' Robby scoffed after half an hour. The first video was a real adventure story and for two boys of that age, it was simply a disaster. 'Put the other one on.'
'Which one?'
'Doesn't matter, anyway, Ralf can shove it up his ass. Hopefully he has something better in store.'
Michael put another tape in the player and sat down next to Robby again. After a while, he glanced at his friend surreptitiously.
Robby was his best friend; they had been close since kindergarten and kept no secrets from each other. But there was something that had been bothering Michael lately. Just the other day, after gym class, in the locker room.
Robby had the locker next to him and until that day, changing was a necessary and familiar procedure, just like showering before that. But suddenly something was different. As they took off their sweaty clothes, Michael noticed the sweet smell that Robby exuded. He was shocked by it, but even more so by the fact that something about it turned him on. It wasn't the pungent smell of sweat that he detested – at least not in Robby's case.
Robby later lathered up under the shower and let the water run down him, as he had done countless times before. Michael stood next to him and caught himself looking at Robby more closely for the first time. The slender body, his flat chest, which was adorned by a beautiful gold chain, the loose play of the muscles, the skin, which was always slightly tanned because of Robby's southern origin, the thick black pubic hair and the penis, which was almost invisible in this cushion. Robby was only a year older than he was and sometimes Michael thought that Robby was more mature.
At that time, this something stirred in Michael and he forced himself to think of something else. After showering, he watched as Robby put on his briefs, how he adjusted his cock with his hand so that it sat well in his tight pants. Michael felt his heart pounding, felt something inside of him that he didn't know before. When Robby turned around to take the deodorant out of the compartment, Michael had a few seconds to study the beautifully shaped ass. The narrow waist, the slightly hairy, straight legs. Michael was completely confused that day, because he didn't know himself like that.
Later, when he was at home, he lay down on his bed as usual to rest. But it didn't come to that that day. Again and again, Robby's body popped into his mind. As if in a reflex, Michael reached into his pants and took his penis in his hand. It only took him a few minutes to orgasm, and he was quite depressed afterwards. Especially since he came much harder than usual. What was the point of all this?
This experience had haunted him all night long, then it seemed to be over.
But now, as he sat here on the couch next to him, the memory of it returned, even stronger than before. He had repressed his feelings, he realized now.
Robby's long eyelashes, the thick, black hair with a few naughty curls falling into his forehead, the glitter of the candles in his eyes? a new feeling was added. He was beautiful. He smelled good, almost intoxicating, and lately there was something about his voice that Michael couldn't explain and that made him uneasy. The hands. He had never noticed Robby's hands or his well-kept nails before.
Michael felt something drawing him to his friend. What would Robby say if he just leaned his head on his shoulder? But he also thought that it must be something abnormal. As a man, you weren't allowed to find another man attractive; as much as he wanted to touch his friend, he wasn't allowed to; you weren't allowed to satisfy yourself when you thought of a man. The thought of it gradually began to scare him.
He knew two boys at school who had even kissed each other properly in the changing room when they felt unobserved. He saw it, but they didn't notice him. He had kept it to himself and only now did he realize that he didn't find it repulsive. And now this secret desire to do the same with Robby.
But he was afraid of a word that was used from time to time at school – gay. It wasn't a word for him, it was simply the term for everything disgusting and dirty that there was. He had never really dealt with this topic, he just wasn't interested. And that's why this word, this associated condition, couldn't apply to him. He tried to resist the feelings arising towards his friend.
The plot of the movie had passed him by and Michael didn't have to worry about it, Robby seemed to be bored again too.
“Let's try another movie?” Michael asked.
Robby suddenly looked at him strangely.
“Hey, what's with your voice?”
Michael was startled. Was he supposed to hear his thoughts already? “Nothing, what about it?” He tried to sound manly as quickly as possible, but didn't know how to do it – after all, he hadn't been able to hear himself.
“I don't know, you've never sounded like that before.”
“Nonsense, you're imagining it.”
Michael got hot while he was loading the third film.
When he turned around, he felt a stab. Two eyes scrutinized him, seemed to want to look into him.
“I think this is the porn?” He said casually with a slightly trembling voice.
He sat down next to Robby and took a big gulp of wine. Until then, they hadn't had any alcohol that evening, but now Michael tried to calm himself down with it. What on earth was wrong with his voice?
The movie started like all pornos. Without a plot, without meaning, without suspense. Everyone here was just waiting for the bed scenes, nothing else. Nobody wanted to exert themselves mentally with a movie like this.
The two sat close together, spellbound by the television. Although Michael thought he had a grip on himself, he felt that Robby was acting as a magnet on him.
Again he caught a whiff of Robby's scent and squinted at his friend's fly. He wished he had eyes like a chameleon: one eye on the forbidden, one on his neighbor's eyes, just to be sure he didn't notice. He could clearly see the bulge between Robby's legs and imagined what it would look like without the covering. Of course he knew the content, but now he would have liked to have had it in his hand. To his horror, he felt pressure against his briefs himself. To make matters worse, their knees were touching. Why didn't Robby avoid that?
Meanwhile, the movie had gotten down to business. Since it was a soft-porn movie, a lot of imagination was necessary.
“Shitty movie, you can't see anything. That Ralf is a loser?“ Robby said.
“We should have invited Karin and Claudia instead?” Michael replied. He realized that it was inappropriate for him to talk like that, just to say something. And that he wanted to provoke something with it. If only he had known what.
How did you come up with that? What do you want with them?“ Robby answered only after a while.
“I'm just asking. Didn't you have something going on with Karin in the camp?” Michael thought that there must have been something. They were together too obviously last summer. He didn't care at the moment that this scene didn't fit in. Deep in his soul he sensed the approach of jealousy, without really being aware of it.
“She?” Forget it. She was always in my ears with her boyfriend. It was annoying. ”
Even when you were in your tent half the night?”
? She was talking nonsense. Afterwards I knew everything about her Sheikh. Where and what he studied, why he was always away for so long and lots of stuff like that. There was nothing more to it.
Would you have told me? I mean, if?
No.
Michael was taken aback by this absolutely prompt answer. He refrained from asking why; maybe Robby didn't want to talk to him about these things at all. It was obviously the only topic he didn't want to talk about. And that's why Michael now had to be sure.
“Robby, have you ever slept with a girl... I mean really slept with her?” He was literally shaking and a mixture of curiosity and fear was getting to him. The idea of a girl kissing Robby's soft lips, playing with his tongue, caressing his chest, tickling his thick pubic hair, taking his penis in her hand and maybe even in her mouth? Michael felt the pressure in his pants becoming more and more painful. Robby must not notice it, but it was difficult to hide. Michael crossed his arms over his lap to avoid revealing his thoughts.
“No, not really yet,” Robby replied, ‘but, Claudia? I thought you had something?’ he suddenly asked.
Michael swallowed. “Me, why?”
“Well, now. You just had to see it in the eyes when your name came up?”
Michael remembered this unsavory encounter at the youth center. That evening was a disaster for him, as Claudia was always close on his heels. And then she had intercepted him in the hallway to the toilets and pushed him against the wall. That is, her breasts pressed him against the wall. Then he felt her hand between his legs. In itself not an unpleasant feeling for him, but he would have done without it here. Her mouth was wet and smelled of lipstick and she pressed her lips against his. He pushed them away and pretended that he had to go home quickly because his mother was sick. He managed with great difficulty and later searched for a way to erase the encounter from his memory once and for all.
“If you really want to know, we kissed once. And that was all there was to it.“ Michael didn't mention the whole incident that evening.
“That's not what it sounded like,” Robby interrupted. “He's so sweet. And handsome, don't you think? Oh God, and he's so provocatively shy. Not a go-getter like the other boys. And he has such a nice tan from his vacation. Did you see his blonde highlights? And that wasp waist, you rarely find that in a boy. Amazing? Robby repeated the overheard conversation.
Michael felt his face redden. “Who believes it?” Anyway, there was nothing going on with any of them. I don't think they want anything to do with me.”
He twisted the situation to his own feelings. He couldn't very well say, “I don't want anything to do with women,” even if it was on the tip of his tongue.
“It's strange. I don't want to offend you, but we have a lot of uninteresting guys at school – you're hardly one of them. Don't forget that you were nominated 'Boy of the Month January' at school in the spring?” Robby said after a moment's thought. ”So I wonder how you come to the conclusion that they don't want anything to do with you?”
It was unbearably hot in Michael's clothes. “But in the end it was you. Handsome Robby became Boy of the Month?” he said then, in a mock female voice. “Definitely because of that incredible ass. And the bulge in your pants isn't a stocking either? The guy is just so horny.” Michael was too excited to realize that these were nothing but his own words. He had to say that one day.
Robby opened his eyes wide. “Who said that? Come on, you tell me right now who talks such bullshit?”
Michael appeased him with his hands. “Nobody said that, but I can imagine that some?
Stop talking such crap??
Revenge? Michael grinned.
Robby pulled up the corners of his mouth. ”Okay, one to one. But what I said is really true.?
Man Robby, who cares what's said. You're the most handsome boy in school, period.” His statement excited him anew. He was sitting here alone in a house with the most coveted object of the entire female student body. The girls would pay a fortune if they could ride it again.
Robby looked embarrassed and played with his fingers. “Yes, but I think you should have been.”
Michael grinned to himself. He had to admit to himself that this was a compliment from a boy to him. They were both handsome, as the whole school had confirmed. There was no reason to doubt this decision. Besides, it was a mere neck-and-neck race.
“I think second place was okay for me, too.”
“Oh, Mike, what the heck?“ ‘As ’Boy of the Month,' it'll be your turn next month, that's for sure.”
“And why should I be the one, if I may ask?” “First of all, you're way ahead of me, and then don't forget Stefan, the new guy. He'll be the one, I bet. He'll be voted for, you'll see.”
The? Not in a lifetime? Robby countered, “Besides, he's supposed to be gay, so they say.
Michael was hit by this word like a cannonball. There it was, that terrible word, spoken by his best friend. He became nervous. ”And what does that have to do with looks? That he is or should be like that? He won't be able to help that, will he?”
Why Michael stood up for a boy he had only seen a few times and had never spoken to was not clear to him. Maybe he wanted to distract himself, wanted to hear how Robby stood with his own kind.
“You're probably right. Excuse me?” Robby grumbled.
They were silent as the movie began to bore them.
“What's on TV?” ‘Turn that off, you can show that rubbish to first-graders.”
Michael took the remote and started zapping. For seconds he let a channel run and switched on, when the content promised nothing.
“Come on, give me that thing,’ said Robby and reached for the remote.
Their hands touched briefly, Michael felt the shock that went through his body. The fact that Robby left his hand on his for seconds, didn't pull it away and still looked at him, turned him on endlessly. They had probably touched each other a thousand times before. In class, during sports, while tussling. And yet today it was different, completely different.
Robby took the remote control out of his hand without getting flustered. “Let's see if I can't find something.”
He left a movie on and briefly read the program to see what it was about.
“It just started. Should we watch it?”
Michael thought, “Anything, I'll watch any old rubbish you want to watch. I don't care what's on TV. But you have to sit here, next to me, forever.”
Michael no longer understood himself or his thoughts. But he remembered letters to the editor in magazines that boys his age often had homoerotic experiences. Temporary crushes on boys or men who were good-looking, famous, or just provided a father figure. That was exactly what had to apply to him now. Something that happened once, meant nothing, had no significance.
Once, Benno, a classmate, had said about a young male film star: “I'd go to bed with him for a million bucks.” The million bucks were not important for Michael. What was important was that the boy would go to bed with the star at all. Benno, by the way, had risen high in his class since that day.
Michael visibly relaxed. He could live with this realization. A third of all men have had some kind of sexual encounter with their own sex. And afterwards, the majority still got married and had children.
He poured wine into the glasses and leaned back, relaxed. He didn't miss the fact that Robby was sizing him up – a quick, furtive glance between his legs. It was only for a split second and probably, he thought, nothing more than pure coincidence.
Michael thought of a story and decided to act out a scene from it. He didn't know what was driving him to do this, but he didn't ask himself why for long.
“Robby, we've known each other forever, but we've never shared a brotherhood drink.”
His friend looked at him with wide eyes. “Do you think that would be necessary? We're the best of friends, I couldn't imagine it any better. At school, there are a few who are downright jealous of us.”
Michael grinned. “Maybe, but brotherhood is more than friendship.” He jumped up and snapped his fingers. “No, I know a better idea. Blood brothers. That would be the crowning glory, don't you think?”
“And how do you imagine that?”
Michael stood in front of his friend, looking down at him. There it was again, Robby's look. It slid along his body, lingered briefly on his hip, then traveled back to his eyes.
“Wait, I'll be right back.” Michael hurried to the kitchen. A little later he came back and held a needle in front of Robby's face.
“With this?”
Robby grimaced. ”But I don't want to?”
Blah blah blah. Don't whine, we have to get through this now.”
He heated the tip of the needle over a candle and wiped off the soot with a cloth. Then he opened his right hand and pricked the ball of his thumb until a tiny drop of blood came out.
“Come on, give me your hand.”
Reluctantly, Robby held out his hand. Michael took it as if it were made of glass, looked at the slender fingers, felt the warmth. Then he pricked the same spot quickly and purposefully as he had done to himself.
“Ouch.”
“Come on, Robby, I really can't stand your whining. You're a man, aren't you?
Actually, yes?” Robby replied.
Slowly, their hands approached each other, then gently pressed on the tiny bleeding spots, and then enclosed each other. Mike squeezed his friend's hand tightly, ready to never let go of it again.
Michael felt as if he were on the verge of fainting when he looked into his friend's eyes. Only a few centimeters separated their faces, he felt the breath, and caught that beguiling scent again. This was supposed to be a temporary infatuation? No, it was more than that. It was beautiful, indescribably beautiful.
“Now we're blood brothers?” he whispered softly, ”but that includes the brother kiss, right?”
Michael feared that the heat, from his toes to the tips of his hair, threatened to scorch him. He couldn't manage to control the slight tremor.
Slowly their heads approached. Without resistance, their lips touched for a tiny second. Colorful sparks danced behind Michael's eyes. It was so different from the kiss with Claudia. Then he had felt nothing, thought nothing. But now he had the feeling of being electrified. How he would have liked to kiss Robby properly, but above all longer, much longer.
“Come on, we have to drink to that too?” He said and they emptied their glasses.
After that, Michael was excited, nervous, and inside, he was infinitely shaken up. What had gotten into him?
The movie on TV lost its meaning, flickered along.
“Robby, I think I'm starting to get horny. I'm going up to bed now. If you still want to watch, you know where everything is. Good night.”
Michael realized that this was an escape. An escape from something he feared. An action that he might no longer be able to control. He would have liked to kiss Robby properly, like the two boys from school had done. To touch him, everywhere, to taste him, to smell him. But that – as clearly as he could still think – would probably have been the end of this friendship.
“Already? Are you sick?”
“Basically, yes,” Michael wanted to say. Sick with love. Madly in love with you and capable of anything. That's why I'm leaving you here now, so that you're safe from my desires. So that I don't drag you over to me and kiss you, like in the real movies. But you're not like me, you don't care about boys. Friends yes, sex no. Bad luck for me.
“Nah, just really tired?” Michael said.
On his way up, he stopped briefly on the stairs and looked down at Robby. Sex. How on earth could he think of something like that? It was dirty, abnormal. Robby was his best friend. He would never dare touch him and he would have liked to go back and apologize for these terrible thoughts.
As his big bed turned slowly, he found no sleep. He rolled under the blanket, tried to close his eyes, to chase away the terrible thoughts of earlier like an uninvited ghost. But he remained. Again and again, he imagined Robby naked. That wasn't hard for him, but now this unfortunate desire was added.
At some point, he heard noises next to him. Robby undressed and lay down next to him, covered himself, and extinguished the small lamp. Michael was now almost sober again, as excited as he had been hours ago. There was Robby lying next to him, very close, within reach. And it wasn't the first time he had been there. They had often celebrated, talked, played cards, worked with the PC up here. Most of the time Robby had stayed when it got late, even though he only had a few minutes to go home. But Michael had never thought anything of it. There were no feelings, no thoughts, not even the conscious picking up of scents or sounds. Yes, once, just once, Robby had asked if he would satisfy himself from time to time. And how often. But he only asked because he feared he would overdo it. Michael reassured him that once a day would be the least. But Michael hadn't thought about it any further.
He turned on his back, put his head in his arms. It was useless, one day it would come to a catastrophe. He was gay, that was clear to him now, now and always. One day they would notice, and then?
Claudia meant nothing to him, not the slightest. He had never had feelings for her like he did for Robby today. At some point, Robby would notice it and then their friendship would be over. Why not come clean now? It wouldn't matter how he started, in the end everything would come down to the same result: Robby would get up, get dressed, say goodbye and disappear forever. From the room, from the house, from his life. He would sit next to someone else at school and possibly even badmouth him. He couldn't remember Robby ever saying anything bad about the gays at school, but this was about his honor. He couldn't and shouldn't be friends with a gay guy. Not Robby, that pretty boy that all the girls looked at when he strode through the school building in his tight jeans. Yes, he did, because he was well aware of his magnificent figure. His eternally tanned body, the flawless skin, against which the silver creole in his ear looked particularly good, and above all that firm behind, Robby's lovable nature? all this made him irresistible. Not just for the female students?
Sometimes Robby showed him the notes that girls smuggled into his bag. Without exception, they were love confessions, revelations. They were after him like the devils of a poor soul. Robby just laughed about it, sometimes he even felt annoyed. Still, there was nothing he could do about it. Robby was allowed to pick out the most beautiful girls and Michael was sure that the bed was never far away. It was just strange that he never talked to him about it, as his best friend. On the other hand, Robby had confirmed that he had never really had sex with a girl.
“Are you sleeping already?” He heard Robby's quiet question.
“No. I can't.”
Robby rested his head on his arm and looked at his bedfellow. ”I've had the feeling all evening that something is bothering you. What's the matter?”
Yes, it is. But no, don't. It's not that important. The fear of losing his friend made him waver in his resolve to tell him the truth. He turned around and pulled the blanket close around him.
A moment later, he felt Robby's hand on his arm. “You'd like that. Don't forget that we're blood brothers. From now on, there's no such thing as a little secret.”
“Robby, this isn't a secret. This is... it's more.” He gathered his thoughts. Robby wouldn't let go now; he knew him too well for that.
“Brother, please, I'll listen.”
“Man Robby, sometimes the truth just hurts like hell.”
“Fine, but how painful? You'll have to leave that to me.”
Michael flipped the light switch above the bed on again and looked into Robby's eyes; he thought he was going crazy when he caught that provocative scent again.
“You're not going to like what I'm about to say, and I'm afraid it will also mean the end of our friendship. But I think you're right: only the truth can endure.”
“I'm listening, kid. I'm pretty curious to find out what it is that can end our friendship.” He ran his hand through Michael's hair.
“Since when do you call me 'kid'? You never did that before. And then, it's only two centimeters, right?”
He took Robby's hand and squeezed it. Maybe it was the last chance he'd ever have to touch him again.
Because I like that word. And because, as you've noticed, it's true. And besides, I'm a year older than you, after all. So, what's going on with you? Robby grinned strangely.
It would cost him months of his life to lose this friend. And he would never find another, never. But in the end he had no other choice. He collapsed into the pillow and stared at the ceiling so as not to have to look his friend in the eye. 'You won't like it, but you asked for it.
Robby audibly blew the air out of his lungs. “Well, I'll put it this way: I have something against narcotics, against theft or murder, fraud or a deliberate lie. Anything that doesn't fall under that, I can accept.”
So that's fine. By the way, I won't be mad at you if you don't want to have anything more to do with me. Michael cleared his throat. It didn't seem to be going as easily as he thought. He took a breath. “Okay, then I'll just list what bothers me about you.”
“Oh, about me? I'm all ears.”
Your great figure, for example, you're not just pretty, but beautiful, your hair, your skin, your ass, like something out of a catalog.” When he realized how far he had already gone with this, he mustered up all his courage. Seeing the end of this friendship coming, he let go of his inhibitions. He laid his head on Robby's chest and stroked his belly. Robby didn't resist. Quietly, as if he were only speaking to himself, he continued his confession.
“Your hands. I wish they would caress me, everywhere. And mine encircle your waist, go down your back and into your panties. And I would love to feel your sensual lips on mine, taste you; my nose sniffs up your whole body, my tongue would love to do more than just lick your small, dark nipples... He lay very still, waiting for the result of his confession.
Robby had listened without moving, his eyes traveling up and down Michael's body.
“And then?” Robby asked, seemingly unmoved.
Nothing more, that would be enough for me at the beginning. In other words: I'm gay, there's no doubt about that. And I like you. A lot, in fact. I don't know what love is, but I can well imagine it being like that. So, now you know, Michael ended his confession and lay back down.
Robby didn't change his expression, and Michael felt as if he was talking to him about the weather.
“And what do you expect from me now?” asked Robby, who didn't take his eyes off Michael's eyes.
“Nothing, absolutely nothing. You alone have to decide what you want to do now. I told you that I won't be angry if you want to get up now and leave because a damned, whining fag can't be your friend. I promise I won't chase after you. But one day you would have found out anyway, I just forestalled the inevitable. Even if I find it sad, I'll survive it, for better or for worse?”
Robby rested his head on his arm and seemed to be thinking.
“You're not saying anything. Did you understand what I said? I'm into you or I like you a lot or I love you, however you want to interpret it – and I'm a boy?” Mike said hastily.
I've known for a while what you are,? Robby answered calmly.
He slowly put his hand on Michael's chest, then drew small circles around the belly button with a finger. That was damn honest. But there's something I didn't tell you earlier,? he said.
Michael felt his body tense. Now it had to come, now the terrible thing would happen, the verdict would be passed. A few last words, and then this friendship would be over. He wanted to save the crying for when Robby had left; to start it now would look all too girlish. Nevertheless, he couldn't prevent his eyes from becoming moist.
“What?” he asked in a trembling voice.
Robby suddenly moved closer and ran his hands through Michael's thick brown hair again. He froze at the touch, not daring to breathe.
“If anyone dares to use that stupid word 'fag' in my presence,” Robby said louder again, ”and another thing: don't you dare make eyes at the new kid. Then you'll have me to deal with.”
Michael didn't understand the words, the meaning, the implications. He only looked into those eyes framed by long lashes again, felt the breath, the body heat, the touch.
“What?“ he asked, trembling all over.
“Because then I'll feel addressed too,” Robby said with a grin on his face.
That means? Michael continued, “I just can't believe it. He slapped his hand on his forehead. And I idiot never realized it. Why didn't you give me a sign?”
“Because I wanted to know first how you feel about gay guys. But I only found out today.”
And what happens now? With us, with the class, with the girls?
I don't know and to be honest, I don't really care at the moment. We might not have an easy time from now on, but together we can do it, right? Robby said quietly, as if someone could hear him.
Michael allowed himself to think that he had achieved a triumph. Above all others, especially the girls. He had managed to get hold of the 'Boy of the Month' and with that, the handsomest guy in the whole school.
He hugged Robby tightly, very tightly, and held him close for a long time. A sensual mouth opened in front of Michael's face, a glistening tongue stretched out, white teeth flashed.
Michael boldly grasped Robby's hair, pulled his head towards him, opened his mouth, let his tongue in, and played with it, harder and harder. He felt a hand on his slip.
A tear came out of Michael's eye, running down his cheek.
“Hey, kid, what's the matter?” Robby asked, scratching Mike's hair.
Michael hugged him even tighter. “Nothing, even less than nothing. I'm maybe a little too happy?”
Robby caught the tear with his finger and licked it away. ‘I can imagine that this is just a taste,’ he said, grinning.
Michael laughed. ‘I finally know what the saying ’I've tasted blood' means.”
Robby took Michael's hand and put it into his briefs. “He obviously wants something from you?”
“Be careful that I don't eat you,” Robby breathed in a second-long pause between kisses, with which he now covered Michael's body, “and don't forget anything of what you've listed to do with me.”
“Definitely not. But there's one thing I have to know right now?“ Michael asked excitedly.
“What?” Robby murmured while passionately kissing Michael's face.
“Whether it's two centimeters bigger down there, too?” and he pulled on Robby's briefs until his penis popped out.
Michael reached for it and felt Robby's cock getting bigger in his hand. “I'm afraid it's more than two centimeters,” he said excitedly.
“There's nothing to be afraid of, besides, the kiss likes it too – especially when it comes from such a horny boy?”