Making out with John again

Robin paced back and forth, every so often looking at the clock. Betty was very late and he was past the point of just feeling impatient. He had planned to get her over there and explain everything that had been happening before John came home from work so she could get started right away but as John came home from work, Robin had to accept that she clearly wasn't coming. Quickly, Robin stuffed his nose into his phone and tried to look busy. He had found that John would normally leave him alone if he appeared to be in the middle of something, so he did his best to look very concerned about the current state of his phone apps. He did such a good job of ignoring John, it was too late to do anything by the time he realized that John was descending on him.

“John? What are yo-,” he started to ask before being silenced by a series of deep kisses as hands wrapped around his waist.

John pulled his lips back from a breathless Robin, “I've been thinking about you all day.”

His movements were quick, too fast for Robin to be able to block John's hand from finding his breast. Paralyzed by pleasure, he didn't resist as John guided Robin backward, bracing Robin's ass against the back of the couch. He resisted weakly as John took his phone out of his hand before placing it gently on the couch cushions.

“Wait, John I-” was all he got out before John tweaked a nipple causing him to moan.

John planted his lips on Robin's again, placing one hand behind his head while continuing to play with his breast with the other. Robin wanted to push John away but he couldn't find the strength. John's hands had turned him into putty, despite his brain shouting at him to put a stop to the encounter. Before Robin's disgust could overpower his body's sensitivity, John grabbed his waist and lifted him up. His powerful arms sat Robin gently on the back of the couch like he weighed nothing, causing a girlish squeak to leave Robin's lips. Surprised and off-balanced, his own arms wrapped around John's neck as John slid in between his legs. Robin knew the truth would cause John pain but he had to stop him before things went even farther.

“John, I'm not a wom-,” again he was silenced by another kiss.

John's hands held on to Robin's outer thighs, rubbing them through the material of the leggings, causing a chill to run down Robin's spine. He gathered all the willpower he had left, placed his hands on John's shoulders, and pushed as hard as he could. John was shocked as he watched Robin tumble back off the edge of the couch, rolling off the cushions, and then onto the floor.

John came running around the couch, “Babe! Are you okay?”

“Yea! I'm fine. I'm alright,” he scrambled to his feet.

Robin moved over to the opposite end of the couch, keeping it between John and himself. He didn't want John touching him a all, let alone touching him in the manner he just was. The thought of just telling him that he was a man again crossed his mind but that was dashed as he saw the concern and fear on his face. Obviously, he was never going to accept playing the role of his girlfriend in a million years but he could never willingly hurt his best friend. Memories of how badly the truth hurt John played in his mind and shame hit him for even considering putting him through that again.

“Hey, I was expecting someone and they bailed on me. I'm feeling pretty bummed about it, so I'm just going to turn in...sorry,” Robin told John.

John still looked concerned. “It's okay. Sorry you got stood up, that's super rude of them...you sure you didn't hurt something?”

“Yeah...I'm fine. Goodnight.”

Robin headed to his room and leaned on his door, catching his breath. He couldn't believe what was happening to him, just how much his body was responding to being fondled. He knew that it had been a while since he was last with a girl but he couldn't be so sexually deprived that a dude could do the job. His stomach rolled at the thought of it, confirming to himself that he wasn't suddenly turning gay. That said, he did notice something in between his thighs that caused him some concern.

He noticed a spreading wetness, “What the fuck?”

Removing the leggings and his panties, he confirmed that they were soaked with precum. In fact, his small dick was still leaking a little bit even though it wasn't even slightly hard. Thinking about it, it had actually been a while since he had last masturbated since he hadn't really been in the mood since everything that had been happening. He gave himself a few tugs but wasn't able to get it to spring to life.

“I'm probably just too stressed,” as he tossed his clothes into his laundry basket and hopped into the shower.