All About Love XIII

Authors Note:

Some of you already know why this story is soooo late! For those of you who don’t let me fill you in. I was involved in a tragic car accident (my second in as many years and in both cases I wasn’t driving), that took the life of one of my best friends. While I recovered from my injuries the thought of writing was the furthest thing from my mind. My heart goes out to my friends family and his lover of eleven years who stayed by his side until he passed away. Ironically enough, the main character in this story was named after my friend whose name was Robbie. It is only fitting that I dedicate this entire series to him. 
I love you Stinger…until we meet again.
David 

ALL ABOUT LOVE PART XIII
Robbie gazed with a mixture of love and lust at Jack laying naked on the bed. His cock rose gracefully into the air and sort of bobbed back and forth expectantly. Jack was smiling too. A ‘come hither’ look of desire was smoldering in his eyes as Robbie removed the last of his clothes and walked slowly and sensuously to the bed. Jack opened his arms invitingly and Robbie stretched out on top of him, sighing happily, as Jack folded his strong arms around him. Their mouths met in a sweet and tender kiss that sooned turned passionate and crushing. They ground their straining cocks into each other as they rolled around on the bed. Their hands roamed freely and their mouths placed hot, wet kisses wherever they could reach. 

Robbie groaned feverishly as Jack captured one of his nipples in his mouth and sucked madly on it. His large, masculine hands had cupped Robbies baby-soft ass and he was gently probing until he slipped a finger past the outter ring of his hole. Naturally the intrusion was expected but, nonetheless he tensed briefly until the burning turned to complete and total pleasure.
Jack removed his mouth from Robbies nipple and licked and kissed him upward until his lips settled on Robbies. As they kissed hotly, he moved his finger in and out of Robbies hole, stretching him with first just one, and then another. He was preparing him. Preparing him for his 9 inches of solid steel that was at this moment leaking precum like a drippy faucet. Expertly, he rolled them over so that he was now on top. He took Robbie’s legs firmly and wrapped them around his waist. Grabbing his own cock, he stroked it gently and slowly let a single gob of spit drop down to his bulbous head. He smeared it all over the top as he gently parted Robbies cheeks. Robbie held his breath in anticipation and stared straight into Jacks eyes as Jack slowly moved toward him. 

As Jack slowly penetrated him, he leaned forward and slid his tongue deep down Robbies throat and then he thrust forward with all his might. Robbie groaned deep into Jacks mouth, wrapped his arms around his lovers strong back and raised up off the bed as Jack slid his steel rod deep into his bowels. After the initial thrust neither of them moved. Jack lay perfectly still as he sucked furiously on Robbies tongue. Sweat poured from their bodies as they waited it out. Robbie had to get used to him first. This was the way it was between them. This was the way it always was and it was the way they both wanted it. 

Finally Robbie signaled him that he was ready by wiggling his ass slightly and tightening his muscles around Jacks cock. So, Jack started to move slowly in and out. They murmured words of love and encouragement as they moved slowly together. Robbies cock was trapped between them and he desperately wanted to touch himself but, he knew he wouldn’t have to because Jack was hitting all the right buttons and causing his cock to throb wildly between them. He was going to shoot his load anytime now but, he would try to hold out for the young man on top of him.

As it turned out, he didn’t have to wait long. Jack had buried his face in Robbies neck as he picked up speed. His cock was trapped in a vice-like grip and he was pounding in and out of Robbie. He babbled incoherently as he felt his stomach muscles tighten and his legs tense up. His face was dripping sweat all over his lovers face and he felt something wet and sticky just under his breast bone. That meant Robbie was ready because it could only be his precum. 

They held each other tightly as they fucked furiously. Their whispered words of love and encouragement had now turned to lustful babble that neither of them understood and did not wish or need to. What they needed to do was cum. And cum they did! Jack thrust once more into Robbie, threw his head back and howled as cum raced up and out of his cock, filling Robbies hole with the testament of his love for him. At almost the same time, he felt Robbie claw at his back just as his stomach and chest was flooded with a hot sticky eruption of cum. It was so intense for both of them that they squeezed their eyes shut and saw flashes of blue light and then….then…it was over.

They settled down (catching their breath), then Jack, who was softening rapidly, pulled himself out of Robbie with a soft plop.
“That,” Robbie smiled with contentment. “Was fucking amazing.”
“What was amazing is the way you kept up with me,” Jack smiled lazily. “God I love…”

The rest of the sentence died on his lips as his eyes widened in horror. There standing at the edge of the bed was Alan Hamilton. He smiled with sinister glee as he slowly pulled out a gun and took careful aim.

“NO!” Jack screamed in horror.
The gun exploded in a flash of smoke and light. When the smoke cleared, Robbie lay still next to him. His eyes were glazed and his mouth was open in a silent scream. 
Jack continued to scream as Hamilton walked slowly toward him, the gun cocked and at the ready. He saw him slowly reach out and felt a hand on his shoulder.
“JACK! JACK! JACKY!” Scott Parsons shook his sweat soaked son several times and yelled his name loudly. He grabbed Jack by the shoulders and shook him roughly until finally, gratefully Jack’s eyes flew open and he looked around his bedroom with wild confusion.

“Jack…it’s alright son,” Scott said gently. “You were having another nightmare.”
Jack shook his head until his eyes cleared and he looked up at his father with misery.
“I failed Dad,” he said with a choked whisper. “I told Robbie I would always protect him and I failed.”
Then he did something he had not done since he was nine years old. He flung his arms around his father’s neck and burst into tears.
Scott Parsons held his son firmly and rocked him back and forth. He silently vowed that if he ever caught up with Alan Hamilton he would kill the bastard himself.

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At last the hallway just outside of the intensive care unit was empty and quiet. The hospital security with the help of several of the towns deputies had managed to get all the reporters and spectators out of there and eventually out of the hospital completely. The news that seventeen year old Robbie Burns was expected to make a full recovery was greeted by applause and relief and Natalie Burns could finally breathe a little easier.

She hesitated just outside the doors of the ICU, hit the button and waited a few moments before she was buzzed back in. Smiling gratefully at the young nurse, she walked slowly toward her sons room, entered quietly and stood next to his bed.

Robbie lay unconscious just as he had for the past day and a half. He had taken a bullet to the chest that had nicked a major artery to the heart but, the quick thinking of a couple of paramedics who were at the press conference probably saved his life. 

After undergoing almost two hours of surgery the doctor told her that he was a very lucky young man. That and the fact that he was young and strong.