The Very Thought of Him

Surcummed by sleep

The Lover Appears

He is touch by his lover

He feels the entry of his lover, the warmth, the strenght as pleasure engulfs his body

The dream is not real but, the feeling, the touch and the pleasure leaves him fulfilled

The Visit: My Brother Edwin

As we travel life’s road, we often get lost. We either take a wrong turn, we missed a sign, we take a detour but, whatever, we get lost! We hit pot holes, enter strange cities we’ve never heard of and on top of it all, we meet people that we should have “just” walked away from -- but we didn’t, and it changed the course of our life…I call it “Destiny’s Plan.” I never expected this to happen, but it did. I visited Edwin, my brother this afternoon. We haven’t been alone together since the ages of seventeen and eighteen the night before the morning I had left for Hawaii. That will come later also. I emailed him yesterday to say I would be in the neighborhood and that I wanted to drop by to see him and his wife. I did not expect him to say that I was welcomed at his home considering the things that took place between us in our younger life’s that led up to the day I left for Hawaii. I rang the doorbell and he came down to open the door. I followed him up the stairs and into the living room where Tia was stretched out on the sofa reading and the TV was on. I walked over to her and kissed her on the forehead, it wasn’t like the last time at the family reunion when I had called her a cunt. Edwin wasn’t sure why I came to visit them. I didn’t come to visit them actually, I had come to visit Edwin, I needed some information from Edwin, and I had some questions to ask him and needed some answers. He looked at me strange when I reached into my back pack and pulled out a journal I had been keeping. Tia was busy with her book and the TV was loud enough to drown out our conversation, he didn’t say much to me and motioned for me to follow him into the kitchen. I told Edwin that I had been writing about my life, about the relationship I had with him (we had together) as young brothers growing up and in love and so on. I didn’t tell him I had a blog, I just told him that I was writing a book about my life, which is actually true by the way. He listened to what I had to say and I asked him some questions, I needed answers, I needed more details about our relationship that I didn’t remember anymore, I wanted the information to fill in the blank spots, the plot (pot) holes so to speak that I had mentioned earlier. At first he didn’t want to give me any information. He just looked at me and smiled, you’re serious aren’t you? You suck someone’s cock and can’t remember who the person is, but then he started off. He saw that I had written a lot already and he gave me plenty of details about our relationship when we were together as teenagers. The reason why I wanted Edwin to give me the missing details is simply because I want to end that part of my life for good! I have been writing about “my life” now for a long time and the time has come for me to move on. “I want to finish the past and start the present, concentrate on the things to come and the people in my life now.” Not the other way around. I finished getting all the details I wanted after about a couple of hours and then I left thanking Edwin for his time. Edwin did say in an asking way before I left, “leave certain things out of the book, things no one needs to know, his pornography and details. He also asked for a copy when I finish writing about him and I should it ever get published. He also wanted to know what I had already written about him, if I had put him in a good spot light or not. I do know that if he ever gets to read it before his death, he’s not going to be happy with the final results. But I don’t care: maybe he will even sue me for invading his privacy; like he didn’t take advantage of my weakness. Something I do know now, I am glad to have my cyber friends and followers who have been with me since 2007, on and off. It shows me that people “do” care and have interest in my life; it shows that people still care about me. The support I receive here is what keeps me going -- LUV -- RObin

2006 -- Hawaii, on Drugs and "Didn't Give a FUCK!!!!!!!

Introduction -- Part two

The purpose of this blog, is to learn about people from different walks of life, and hopefully understand more about the meaning of life, and also why when we know we will (have to) die one day? Why? Ask your God cause I sure in hell don’t have the answers for this “live and die” routine but, there has to be a plan. Eventually “everything alive” will in time parish. Hopefully, all these questions will be answered during our journey here. You (I) might learn something about (myself) life and people. After all it is said that when a person has a question or is in doubt, just let them talk and eventually they will answer their own question.

I am writing this post, while listening to Pink Floyd and (The Dark Side of the Moon) some music I downloaded earlier today. It goes something like this : "TICKING AWAY THE MOMENTS THAT MAKE UP A DAY AND YOU RUN AND RUN TO CATCH UP WITH THE SUN BUT IT KEEPS SINKING AND RACING AROUND TO COME UP BEHIND YOU AGAIN. THE SUN IS THE SAME IN A RELATIVE WAY, BUT YOU ARE OLDER. SHORTER OF BREATH AND ONE DAY CLOSER TO DEATH. EVERY YEAR IS GETTING SHORTER, NEVER SEEM TO FIND THE TIME. PLANS THAT EITHER COME TO NAUGHT OR HALF A PAGE OF SCRIBBLED LINES HANGING ON IN QUIET DESPERATION IS THE ENGLISH WAY, THE TIME IS GONE, THE SONG IS OVER, THOUGHT I'D SOMETHING MORE TO SAY...I download a lot of music, sometimes movies on a rare occasion. Okay, yes also porn. It’s fun and interesting to watch good porn. So what do I like? Well all kinds of things, good music. I like a good movie, good wine, good company with interesting people. I don't care to go to gay bars & clubs. Not into the (who can I score tonight scene) you grab my cock and I’ll grab yours; its like dogs sniffing each others asses. I smoke, but on occasion and I do, when I feel like it, or when I am down. I drink alcohol, just a beer or two or wine from time to time and I don't do drugs.


This is not a work of fiction; the events here are true. It all happened to me; none of it is made up. Some names may have been changed to protect the innocent and the guilty. It is not my intention to hurt or to harm anybody with this. It is just my life and the way I lived it and I hope you will see my life through this.

HE gotta donk.!!!!! (white boy poppin like black girl)

Yah boy...you got it!!!!!!!

BOOOOOOOOOOO

Dance of Seasons

What joy to stretch naked, feral, kissed by the sun and the whispering wind. Wide eyes caressed by the dance of seasons, soft skin shivered by snowflakes in secret shadows. The wilderness sings on every breath, always with a tale to tell.

 

Kissing Shadows

The late summer sun a gentle warmth, like a tongue, teasing sweat, the moisture of sex. Rich golden light kissing the shadows, bathing lips, wide and wet, the thick scent of lust. Fullness of touch, rays, boughs and fingers one, callings left to dreams. Quiet comes, beneath the grand blue, toes as comfortable as roots, and aloneness in this great solitary breath.

Darkside Of The Moon:Pink Floyd

About today

In the shower -- Robin

This is an older picture of me(2008)but, one of my favorites. Yeah! I like me, I like me alot!!!!!!

For My Sam. For Real, your Rob

Enjoying Each Other's Body

The Shower

A Late Introduction:

This should have been the first official entry on this blog. Here, I will attempt to write about my life, my family, my "friends",(so called) friends, my sex life, my hobbies and more. First, let me tell you a little bit more about me. My name is Robin; I was born at 10:26am., in the year 1980 on a Tuesday, and June 4th. I was second oldest of 5 children. I’m about 5' 7"tall and weigh about 132lbs. I have brown eyes and brown hair. I don’t ready have any friends -- I am my “own“ best friend, I live with my parents now for three years, and yes I am gay, but I don't consider myself as your 'typical' gay person (macho gay) - I will explain later and no, I don't have a boyfriend at the moment, but I do have one on the internet.


I live in the summer home in New Hampshire all alone. It's a big seven bedroom home, much too big for me alone. I have all the things I need here, (until I close it for the winter) with the exception of a lover maybe. I’ve done a lot of stupid things in my life, some I regret, and others I do not. But I always thought it was the right thing to do at the time. If I could go back in time (don’t we all) and change things I probably would, I would change a lot I things. If I could change one thing, It wouldn't be sitting here writing you this. Why write a blog, you might ask and why about me. Consider it as a "late" electronic diary. I never kept a diary of any sort, I never found the time, but always wanted to have one, but just didn't have the urge to keep one.

You are probably wondering why now? Because it is time, and I may not have much time left. I'm not sick, nor do I plan on killing myself. There is another reason. But I will explain all that later. So just keep reading.

That Day At Howard's...

 It  just seemed like the right thing to do at the time. We were both naked, both developed hard-ons and he wanted to suck me off...

Another Boyfriend

Just another love that broke my heart. He was 13 or 14 years old. He wasn't even aware that I loved him -- His name was Peter and he was from Canada.

I WAS IN LOVE

Do you remember your first love? I do, he was the boy who lived across the street. I was 18 years old, he was 14. We were practically neighbors. He was French, his name was Peter, he was a young teen, and physically built for his age. Not to mention very good looking and what a body. I got a hard-on every time I saw him. I tried to get his attention all the time, but he wasn't interested, he just wanted to play with his basketball and his friends in the street.

Once I saw him naked, well almost naked, he was only wearing a Speedo, a blue one. He was playing with his friends on the front lawn. Oh, my god, what a body he had for such a young dude. I couldn't take my eyes off him that moment or any moment I saw him outside playing basketball. I would watch him from my bedroom window, observing every inch of his perfect body.

We didn't speak much to each other because his parents were very strict and conservative. They were much older; his father was in his early 60's. Sometimes I was waiting on the street corner to watch him when he came home from school. Hoping he would talk to me. I was always hoping that he would stop to talk, I loved his smile. Sometimes I got a smile. He had a voice that spoke with a French accent; this made me go crazy sometimes. I loved to hear him swear in French to his friends. A few weeks later I moved to Hawaii, and I didn't see Peter anymore but I often thought about him a lot and what it would be like to embrace his naked body and taste the favor of his cream.

After a few years I forgot about him until now. Thinking about him again, makes me realize that this all was just “ puppy love.” But Peter was more than just a puppy to me. He was my first love; I had a crush on him for a long time. I never really fantasized about him later on, never thought about having sex with him. I just wanted to be in his company, just wanted to be close to him.

My First Best Friend

When I was about 13 or 14 years old I think, I remember because it started in 1993 right after I saw the movie(a re-run)"The Blue Lagoon," on television. I just liked Christopher Atkins running around almost naked on the beach. He was cute and sexy. I won't say I fell in love with him, but he just looked amazing to me and had a body to die for. So after a while I began to look at other boys too. Remember, I was just 13 years old and in the seventh grade. I started looking at guys at my school, in the gym, the locker room and especially in the showers and in the neighbourhood. By the way if you want to know more about my school days that will be mentioned later. Around that time I didn't realized I was gay, I thought all boys looked at other boys for comparision. I started jerking off(when I was eleven)a few months after being molested, more about that later. I just liked the excitement  and the feeling of the cum exploded as it erupted from my cock. I had no special time or place when I jacked-off and usually I jerked-off after seeing some cute guy or guys. I always thought of my best friend while I stroked my cock. It was on a Saturday evening once when my best friend picked me up with his car. So I got into his car and we drove to his mother's place where he lived, he was a Senior in high-school and eighteen. Arriving there we didn't talk much. So after a while he said, "Let's go upstairs to my room." Let me just add that I have been in his bed room many times before but nothing ever happened. When we got to his room, he said, 'Let's get it on." "Get what on?" I asked. "Let's wrestle." "Okay," I answered, but puzzled. So we started to wrestle, he was bigger than me and stronger too. I myself in those days was very skinny. In a few seconds I was on the floor with him on top of me. He got a hold of my cock, pulled down my pants and started to suck me. At first I didn't know what to think or to feel, but after a while it felt good. A bit later he started to undress me fully and he was naked also. I was still lying on the floor, he was sucking my cock. Within moments I just couldn't hold it any longer, so I came, and shot my load in his mouth. What a wonderful feeling it was. He swallowed everything, even told me that my juice was sweet and excellent. Then I asked him if he would like to fuck me. He said yes. So I bent over the bed. He started to push his cock inside of me, forcing it. But it didn't go in and he was hard and was hurting me. He stopped. So I got dressed. "Sorry," he said. "If you stay over tonight, we can try it again." "Okay," I will stay over.

Feeling of Love

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My First "REAL" Taste of CUM

I knew I had to taste this cock. Slowly I broke the kiss and knelt in front of my older lover. I held his cock and balls gently in one hand and gazed at the swollen rod, hard and pointing at my face