Robbie

Robbie 6

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Robbie

by Willie B Florida
comments welcome to: williebflorida@gmail.com

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PART SIX

Robbie and Jim watched newly arrived passengers emerge from beyond the security perimeter. They were waiting for Diane to arrive from San Diego. The flight was on time, but both of them were nervous.

"Did you tell mom I was stripped?" Robbie asked.

"No, did you?"

Robbie shook his head. "Oh well, nothing we can do about it now."

Robbie looked down at his naked body, bare feet and semi-erect phallus. His dad had given him a pill earlier that day but the effects seemed to be wearing off a little. Nevertheless, it was hard to ignore that his penis stuck straight out from his bush of dark brown hair. A woman in high heels and tightly tailored business skirt and jacket strode briskly out of the jetway followed by a family with a baby in a stroller and a boy maybe four years old.

"Time to get your clothes off, honey," the mother told the little boy. She lifted the boy's t-shirt over his head and bent down to untie his sneakers.

"I can take off my own pants," the boy insisted, wriggling out of his jeans. "All nakey!" he exclaimed.

"Robbie!"

Distracted by watching the little boy undress, Robbie had missed seeing his mother emerge from the jetway.

"Um, hi mom," Robbie greeted her nervously.

Diane cast a critical eye up and down her son's naked body and looked pointedly at Jim.

Jim stepped forward to give Diane a brief hug, but his erstwhile wife stepped back. "I know we're separated, Jim, but we're still supposed to be parenting together."

"I . . . it . . . I mean," Jim stuttered.

"I need to retrieve my checked baggage," Diane informed them. "I'm planning on renting a car. I've got an important interview in Gainesville. Robbie, I'm planning on picking you up tomorrow and you and I can spend a few days together sightseeing."

"Yeah, that would be nice," Robbie replied.

"Shall I give you directions? It can be . . . "

"Unless Google maps is wrong I think I've got it, Jim. The car will have GPS. I'll text you my expected time of arrival."

Together they strode down the corridor towards the escalators that would take them down a level to baggage claim.

"Diane," Jim hesitated, "look, I know you're--we're--struggling to figure things out, but if we could just spend a little time, maybe have lunch together--the three of us as a family . . . "

"I'm sorry, Jim," Diane replied, "I'm not trying to be as difficult as I sound. But, I've got to stay focused for this interview--it is a really big thing and if I get this job we'll all be a lot closer to one another, so we can continue to be the parents Robbie deserves. But, to show up and discover that you've already done, this," her hands swept the air indicating Robbie's entire naked body, "without so much as a mention to me. Well, it just doesn't make me feel very included. I'll be at whoever's place you're staying . . . "

"It's Charlene's house, Marie's sister . . . "

"Yes, anyway, I'll be there, meet your new . . . Marie . . . take Robbie with me for a few days and then we can work out some kind of plan."

"When do you hear about the job?" Jim asked.

"Who knows. They put you through the wringer for these job applications and then make you wait forever to hear back. It's not as simple as a transfer. They're making me apply as if I never worked for the VA--ridiculous!"

"Well, good luck, mom. I hope it's better than the job you hate now," Robbie put in tentatively.

"That's so sweet, Robbie. Thank you." His mom looked him over one more time and then took him into her arms and hugged him. Robbie worried for a moment that his erection was poking into his mom's hip and then let himself succumb to the good feelings of being held. His eyes grew hot and he fought the urge to cry. He had missed his mom, sure, but it was more than that. He realized that since he'd been stripped nobody had simply held him without wanting something more.

His mom released him from the embrace and held him at arms length. "You look good, young man!" she told him. "Even if I didn't hear about it from either of you," she added, letting the criticism sit on her son's head for a moment, "you look good naked."

Robbie grinned back and said, "I love you, too, mom!"

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In the actual event it was not Robbie or Jim--or even Marie--that Diane managed to get hold of.

"Hello, this is Diane, um, Jim''s . . . "

"Yes, hi Diane, how are you? This is Cherie."

"Oh, Cherie, I'm sorry to bother you, but is Jim there?"

"No, no, everyone's gone shopping."

"My apologies. Jim left me this as a back up number. He's not answering his cell phone."

"The signal in the forest can be pretty much nonexistent. This is a land line--way more reliable."

"Oh, I see." Diane took a deep breath. "You say they're not home? I'm on my way from Gainesville. Almost to your place, actually. I kept trying the other phone while I was driving. So, do you think they'll be back soon."

"They drove all the way to Palatka and I think they're going to a couple of places, maybe stopping for a bite to eat, so it could be a while. But don't let that bother you. I've got lunch made and you and I could sit out on the porch. You're more than welcome."

"Well, thank you. That is very kind. I went through Fort McCoy already, so I can't be far."

"I'll see you soon. Drive carefully."

Cell phone towers may not have worked well in the forest, but GPS was just dandy and Diane found her way to the house without further incident. Cherie invited her out onto the deep shaded porch where she'd laid out a table with mixed green salad, lightly cooked fish and tall glasses of unsweet tea. Within minutes they had forged an unexpected bond.

"I feel like I've known you forever," Diane exclaimed in amazement. "I mean, what with . . . Marie . . . and, well, Jim. I just wasn't expecting . . . "

"You're still part of the family," Cherie insisted. "Don't forget that. Separation, divorce, it doesn't change the essential bond. You were lovers and that is over, I guess, but you are still partners--you've got a kid together. Shit, I didn't even have a child with my ex and we still talk all the time. The tribe just gets bigger."

"I guess . . . " Diane replied reluctantly. "Part of me wishes I could just never speak to him again."

"Sure, it hurts. It would be easier to just be able to walk away. But, listen, we've got a family philosophy here and I think it would do you a world of good to take it on for yourself."

"What's that?"

"Girls get what they want."

"Well I've already been fucked over on that score, haven't I?" Diane exclaimed. "My son comes out here for a visit and without a word to me from either of them he's greeting me at the airport as naked as the day he was born!"

"In all honesty it was because Trin wanted him stripped--girls get what they want! I don't think Jim had a clue what was going on."

"Still, I wish I had been the one to do the stripping!"

"You go girl--that's the spirit! Well, let me tell you, stripping is just the beginning."

"There's more?"

"Oh yes!"

By the time the rest of the gang returned Diane had learned a great deal about what Florida had to offer!

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"I thought we could have a mother-son holiday before I have to head back to California," Diane explained. They were heading north through the forest, Diane driving and Robbie in the front seat.

"Sure," Robbie agreed, "sounds like a fun idea. So," he broached the subject, "the job . . . it's in Florida?"

"Gainesville . . . at the VA," his mother confirmed.

"So, I'd be going to school there?"

"Don't count on it. I have no idea if or when they'll be making the hiring decision. Government bureaucracy is super slow."

Robbie nodded with understanding.

"Anyway, we've got more exciting things to think about. I'm dying to see the Atlantic Ocean and a real Florida beach. And I hear there are some fun things that Californians have barely even heard about."

"Really?" Robbie asked dubiously, "Like what?"

"I'm not really sure," his mother hedged. "Let's go check it out together, okay?"

Robbie shrugged.

"You're almost old enough to learn to drive!" Diane exclaimed.

"Uh, I guess so," Robbie agreed, "when I turn 15. I guess I'll have to get a learners permit, either here or California. I still can't believe I might have to change schools."

"I think this car has satellite radio. Want to find a good channel?"

Having temporarily distracted Robbie out of his worries, the two enjoyed the car's excellent sound system as they cruised over to the coast. Diane drove the car on the bridge high over the intercoastal and they both gaped at the beautiful blue of the Atlantic stretching out to the horizon. They descended down to A1A and Diane pulled into the first parking lot they came to.

"Time to have some fun!" she announced.

Robbie just had time to read the name of the store, Dragon Tattoo. Inside was a row of recliners facing the large plate glass windows along A1A. Remembering his experience at Gallery J, Robbie blushed. If his dick weren't already engorged from the pills he knew it would have shot into instant erection. He quickly looked the other way and was confronted by a large display of dildos. Aisles of merchandise stretched toward the back of the building.

"Let's take a look over here," his mother suggested. Robbie followed her over to the recliners. He had mixed feelings. It would feel extremely awkward being put through the erotic experience he'd had in Gainesville. After all, he hadn't known what to expect, or that everyone would be watching. But now he knew more and his mother would be observing the entire thing. On the other hand, he closed his eyes and let himself go back to that day, it had been very, very exciting!

"What's your name? I'm Matt."

Robbie opened his eyes. A boy, perhaps seven or eight years old was kneeling on one of the recliners. He was naked--of course--and cute.

"I'm Robbie. Whats up?"

The boy shrugged. "I don't know. My mom says they're doing something to my penis." The boy looked down at his little appendage and back at Robbie. "Does it hurt?"

"No, it feels good," Robbie assured him. The little boy smiled at him in relief and turned and lay down on the recliner.

"Let's look through the rest of the store before we decide what to do," his mom suggested.

They headed into the long aisles of merchandise. There were dildos of every shape and size. Some were highly realistic renderings of the erect male organ. Others looked as sleek as spaceships. There were double dildos, pronged apparatus, various electrical and mechanical devices, remote controlled, and as many color combos as the rainbow. There were penis rings with as many variations as the dildos. There were anal beads, butt plugs, nipple clamps, and aisles of various bondage devices. When they got to the torture devices they were beginning to glaze over.

"It's all too much," Diane muttered.

Her son nodded his head in agreement. It didn't even feel sexy anymore, just a vast accumulation of metal and rubber and silicone.

"Let's go back to the front."

Robbie agreed readily enough, but when they got there he was in for a shock. The cute little boy was now immobilized on the recliner, his ankles, wrists and even his chest held firmly in place by wide straps. His eyes were covered by a blindfold and a gag held his mouth wide open. The shock was what they were doing to the boy's penis -- and it did not appear that Matt was finding it one bit pleasurable. Robbie was sure that if the boy hadn't been strapped down he'd be writhing from the pain and that if the gag were not in place the boy would be screaming bloody murder. Robbie looked down the line. A girl of eleven or twelve was similarly bound and gagged and was getting something done around her crotch by a group of Dragon Tattoo employees. A boy in his teens was strapped and gagged, but evidently simply waiting his turn.

"What are you doing to the boy?" Diane asked a Dragon Tattoo employee who was pushing a cart full of equipment.

"It's a wonderful procedure, ma'am," he replied. "A series of scar lines are made horizontally across the penile shaft and eventually they create a series of ridges. It isn't that common a procedure yet, but let me tell you, that boy will be in great demand to give some girl enormous pleasure one day. Is this your son?" he indicated towards Robbie. "If you want it done for him I wouldn't wait. It takes several years to build the scar tissue up, so you've got to start when they're young."

"Oh, no, thank you. We were just curious."

"Anytime we can be of assistance, ma'am." The employee resumed his previous duties.

"Can we leave?" Robbie asked, his voice low and hesitant. It felt very dangerous being in this store, as if his mother or some employee might at any minute decide to subject him to an obscure, painful and potentially life-altering procedure.

"We can go," his mother assured him.

Back in the car his mother was agitated. "I'm not doing a very good job of this. I . . . is there anything . . . oh, dear . . . "

"It's okay, mom," Robbie tried to comfort her, even though he wasn't quite sure why she was upset.

"I'm supposed to want something and get it," his mother said, her voice trying to be hard and assertive. "Your dad had you stripped . . . "

" . . . well, it was sort of an accident. I think Trin wanted me stripped," he grinned sheepishly.

"Even worse, a little girl knows what she wants and gets it . . . "

Robbie wanted to protest that while everyone else competed over him, it was his life that got tampered with, but he was getting savvier. He had a feeling that his protests would only invite another round of unexpected results. Gallery J had turned out okay, but Dragon Tattoo--no thank you! "Mom, why don't you decide on something that you'd really like to see on me? Or something you know you'd like, and that maybe you'd like me to try. Something that I would never try myself?"

Robbie wasn't sure where he was going with this, but hopefully somewhere less painful than penis scarring.

As if on cue, his mother whipped the car into a parking lot, put the vehicle into park and looked over at him with a grin.

"Come on, son. I know what I want."

Robbie caught sight of the sign "Signature Jewelry and Diamond Emporium" and in they went. The store was glamorous in an overdone sort of way, lots of glass and carpeting and miniature chandeliers.

"Good afternoon, ma'am."

Robbie looked around for the source of the voice and in the clutter of glamour finally identified a man in a full suit behind one of the counters.

"How can we be of service to you today?"

"I'd like some jewels for my son, here. Real ones, not the synthetic stuff. Do you do the new skin insertions--you know, not like the usual pierced ear backings?"

"Of course, ma'am. We use all the latest advancements, combined with Old World quality: EverShine, Darya-i-Noor, Glisten -- all the best brands. We meld the jewel directly into the skin -- and of course all our work is guaranteed to be permanent."

"I'd like to see emeralds and rubies, I think. Diamonds might be too tacky, maybe?"

"Let's move to one of our viewing rooms and I'll bring out some samples, shall we, ma'am?" The suited man glided around the counter and escorted them into a smaller room. They were settled into comfortable swiveling chairs in front of a low table. "My name is Robert and I'll be showing you a number of selections that I think will match the young man's coloration. Don't be concerned about whether it is a diamond, ruby or emerald. There is a great deal of variation among each type of gemstone. What is more important is to bring out the highlights in both jewel and in the appearance of the wearer, so that each brings out the inner beauty of the other."

Robbie was put off by the obsequious mannerisms of the sales attendant and on high alert for bullshit sales techniques. But as they looked at one example after another, the gems placed first in front of them, and then on his skin, and sometimes shown to him in a mirror, he began to see the qualities that Robert was describing.

"Robbie," Robert intoned, upon learning his name. "So, what gem placement did you have in mind?"

"It's my mom's choice," Robbie informed him.

"But of course. Ma'am, if I might make a few suggestions to guide your decision?"

In the end it was diamonds. "But, mom . . . shit, these must be expensive!"

"Anything I was going to have done to you today was going to be expensive, son," his mother remonstrated him. "This is my decision, okay?"

Robbie nodded. Contrary to his expectations, Robert had turned out to be wise, sensitive and knowledgeable. He certainly made his sales commission, Robbie wryly acknowledged, but he'd also guided them well.

Robbie looked at himself in the mirror and liked what he saw. Embedded in his earlobes, not as temporary studs or removable earrings, but truly embedded in his skin were matching blue-green diamonds. Unlike an emerald, the coloration was not even, but rather, the color appeared to emerge from deep within the sparkle of the stone. They looked like little bits of the Florida spring where he and Trin had been swimming.

Robert had convinced his mother to take Robbie off the pills. "The erection is too obvious, if you follow me," he explained. Instead he recommended a creme, which he then demonstrated directly on the boy's penis, slathering it into the skin with firm strokes of his hands. "When the pills wear off you will see that the creme continues to elongate the penis, but rather than eliciting a full, hard erection, it allows one to see the natural beauty of the organ. Longer, slightly fuller, but still shapely."

From the jewelry point of view, the benefit of the creme was that the penis elongated straight outwards from the pubis, with a slight downward slant, rather than upwards as with the pills. This left a nice vantage point for another jewel placement.

"Bellybuttons are overdone," Robert declared. "Every little girl who visits Florida gets a little sparkle put in her naval before she leaves. The real power spot is here. He touched his fingertip to a spot below the bellybutton, halfway down to the penis. In Chinese it's called the dan tian -- actually that's inside your body here -- but the jewel marks the spot."

For this one Diane and Robert selected another diamond, this one with a warm, yellow coloration.

Robbie looked in the mirror at the jewels as they changed color and sparkle as he moved back and forth.

"When he gets older you can add a thin band on his penis, down at the base. But I'd wait until he stops growing. If you do it now you'll have to be constantly adjusting it as his penis matures to its full size."

Robbie blushed slightly at this discussion. He was still not entirely used to his naked summer, but he'd be back in California soon enough where nobody would be checking out his package--or enjoying the sight of any penis jewelry.

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