Robbie gave me the choice, and I smelt that it would end back at his place! The odour of his arousal was the strongest I’d ever penned on an Omega. There was research suggesting that the more attracted an Omega got to an Alpha, the more his scent intensified. And that’s what propelled me to drive back to his place with no care for the road.

But with Robbie being super cautious I had to slow down and be careful. And plus, he was carrying a heavy embryo in there, so he had the right. I enjoyed the date more than I should have. It scared me plenty of times, and my usual curtain call would be to duck after entering the bathroom; visit the bar; grab a bottle; and then leave without saying goodbye.

At least ten times I was in the mind frame to just up-and-leave, but some invisible force kept grinding me back with my sneaks glued back to Robbie’s table. And when I would see his face it filled with an uncertain happiness that was equivalent to voyaging through California.

Robbie was a piece of sunshine to me. We just had this boom-bye-yes compatibility with each other. He was older, but didn’t take himself too seriously, even after all that had happened to him. And I was just Sean, getting by with my day-to-day and ending up where I saw fit.”

That fitting was en-route to his place, but I stopped off near a lake and wanted to just take Juneau in with twelve-o-clock looming on the radar. “Why’d you stop?”

“No hurry to get back, is there?”

“Yes!”

I knew that yes was reaching the exact same spot…and I didn’t mean my elbow.

“Come on, Sean, it’s cold out here!”

“The temperature is nice tonight. It’s been the warmest since I’ve been out here.”

“Great. Fantastic. But can we go back to my place for a coca?”

I stood watching the lake sparkle under the moonlight. I was sure I saw a few fish swimming along. “I promised myself I would do a midnight view alone.” I could barely see Robbie in the dark, but he was looking in my direction. “And yet, here I am stopping off near this fine-looking lake and I have company.”

Robbie got off the bike to join me. “You’re showing me your romantic side?”

“No, I’m not.”

“Sean, this is reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal romantic. It makes me want to stop and kiss you—”

“Then kiss me—”

“I’d rather do that at home and make our way to the bedroom—”

“Why not start by the lake and ignite that fire?”

“Very smooth.” It was. And it was out of context too.

But we kissed…or Robbie kissed me first and I took hold of his back and kept my lips upon his for as long as he did. When we departed I found he held back from any cheek stroking or biting his bottom lip to arouse me. I wanted to kiss him again, but he moved from me and created a space so that we became strangers. I knew what the lake represented for me, but what did it represent for Robbie?

When we got back on my cruiser, I was still thinking of the lake, and the idea that in the past when I stopped, I saw that I was the boat that loved to travel the vastness that never had any ending. Now when I looked, I saw that the boat was settling above with no idea what way to go.

Robbie was holding me tighter than the last time I had him on the bike. And he was comfortable with me. His touch had changed, and I could feel him trying not to snooze off. I kept jabbing him gently to keep awake. “Don’t lose the buzz.”

“I’m not sleeping. But I know you’re taking a very long time to get back.”

“I like having you leaning on me like that. It’s doing wonders for my libido.”

“Is my touch that powerful?”

“Robbie, I’m like…one step away from crashing this bike because you’re getting me all hot and bothered, baby!” I shouted to ignite some fun into the air. “Robbie’s got me wanting to strip!” And those words were executed even louder as the sound of my cruiser kept on rolling.

“Watch the road!” Robbie was squeezing me in fear.

I just wanted to shout some more. But I didn’t because we were reaching his neighbourhood and sleepers got to sleep. I parked up and put down the stabilizer: the bike slanted and me and Robbie got off.

“You seriously are crazy!”

“When we get in there I can show you the kind of crazy I like to entrap.”

“You don’t want to shower or anything first?”

“Hey, when it comes to getting down and dirty I like to do it freshly out the oven! If you can handle that smell, I think we should respect that.”

Robbie thought about it, or more like teased me into lowering my eyes to scale down to his lower back and beyond. He was already unbuttoning his shirt before opening the front door with his key. I did the same and took off my jacket and threw it over my arm. Then when we reached indoors, I threw it across the banister and saw Robbie making his way upstairs and then stopping mid-way.

“You going to join me?”

I start to remove my own v-neck t-shirt. “Try whistling for me to come up?”

Robbie whistled the lowest whistle I had ever heard in my life! But it timed with the removal of my t-shirt, and then when I came up after him he started to unbuckle his belt and let that leather and metal drop onto the stairs. I got a full glimpse, and it was hardening the sailor within me.

He got to the top stair and then put out his palm to stop me. I watched as Robbie slowly withdrew that button from the hole and then zipped down until I gulped for him to let me see those trousers drop. When they hit the carpet, I was down on my knees and giving him a palm-shine because I wanted to get that bulge growing as fast as mine was.

The shine I gave Robbie warmed up the relay, but he stopped me, and then placed his left hand down his pants and I backed up enough to see him working that moan that came gradually with each stroke-stroke-stroke-stroke-stroke. I was turning redder than a beetroot, and Robbie was moving to his bedroom that was the room adjacent to the bathroom.

I got up from my knees: glued to his caressing that had me doing the same on my groin. We were both competing to see who would moan the loudest! Robbie placed on the light in his room and caught me kicking off my trousers with only my boxers remaining. It was now me and Robbie: four yards apart and glaring at the eyes and crotch area.

My eyes were becoming heavy with lust, and Robbie was finding that his increased speed needed to fall back to the tenderness of the moment. He sat on the edge of the bed and I was now there with his head at the same level of my navel.

In a sensual voice I heard, “Take those off.”

And without a moment’s hesitation my boxers dropped, and I covered my crotch to tease him.

Robbie gently brushed my hand away, but I put it back. He did it again…and with my stubbornness I used both palms to cover my balls. It managed to get Robbie up with his stroke-preening that stopped! But that was my plan, because I wanted to put my tongue in his mouth and really slap every single molar and canine that I could find. We lizard kiss to the point where Robbie pulled away and glared at me in the eye before sticking his tongue out at me.

I entrapped it like a gift and hoovered his tongue until he got excited and flipped me onto the bed with us still connected by the tongue swirling. Robbie laid on top and I pressed his body against me: feeling his boxers in the same area that was bare skinned for me. I ran my hands down his bare back and stopped on both rumps. I let the back-strap of his boxer’s slap against his cheeks.

I did that a few times and he sniggered: which stopped the kissing, but forced me to bring back those lips – but Robbie suddenly sprang up; departed his legs like an opening door across the width of my waist and arms — and crawled to a point where his bulge hung above me. I took Robbie’s boxers right off and I watched how it slid from his hips right down to his feet.

When they were off, Robbie came back on top, and I inclined to the correct sucking zone and was taking a whole heap of Robbie which, he was grateful for. I proceeded with no delays and kept levitating my eyes to see his enjoyment levels.

Hitting the spot was getting me frisky because Robbie was containing himself and that turned me on. I wanted him to let loose and grab me for the sake of him not cuming! But he controlled it all the way and his stiffy stayed still whilst I removed my mouth and he flipped around for me to insert my tongue into that pot-hole.

I had to give myself some satisfaction while Robbie found a way to help my tongue go deeper. “Ah…ah…ah…ah.” That was all Robbie was saying, and it was a number one record! “Your tongue’s going real deep.”

And I tried to go all the way in! But there was only so far that I could reach. So, I decided to really eat Robbie whole which rhymed with hole; and it did the job because he was bending forward and trying to make a clean escape with his rump forcing me into a back-up!

But I mowed his stick from the front and this made him squeal out in delight. I was already hard so there was no need for him to turn around and give me pleasure. I was ramped to force him down; have him open his legs into open winged position and placed my hand on the outside of his knees. I had him spread wide enough for me to give a little self-service as I watched Robbie attend to the suction fist on his stiffy. I reached out for some lube and applied plenty to my piece before insertion. When entry was gold, I found myself holding onto one of his ankles with an in-out-in-out-in-out-in-out-in-out thrust movement that I didn’t stop.

I decreased the speed though, and felt my entire body doing the smoothest wavey-worm as my back bent over and I got closer to Robbie. He tried to kiss me, but I gently pressed him back down and let him see my hips gyrating like a fox entering a hole. Only my penis was prattling inside and not leaving.

Robbie kept grimacing with pleasure, and I was contemplating whether I should go the next mile and press down his inner thigh into the duvet. The more excited we got, the more Robbie elevated his legs which ended up reaching the side of his head, he was flexible. I continued to dig-right-in as I got sweaty and had to wipe my brow when I felt Robbie’s whole body was breaking out into a steamy perspiration.

Robbie squeezed my forearm and kept it there while we stared at each other with the penetration communicating more than we could as I fought to keep my breath and stamina! Robbie eye-fucked me, and I was mounting to a pace that was no faster than a normal handclap. I reduced the slow waves, and Robbie’s rubbing was becoming quicker than I could keep account of.

“I think…” his whole face was pinker than my tongue that kept slipping out accidently. “I think I’m coming!”

Well, I helped Robbie with that and removed his hand; stopping the penetration flow; and placed my mouth on his rod which electrified and caused both his legs to quake me into a suck-a -thon-of-rapidity! Robbie came with the showers of silver, and I once again had the best sex of my life!

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I didn’t say much the next morning. I wanted the night before to do the talking. Robbie slept soundlessly but for me, I had too much on my mind and was up — headed out the door — hopped upon my cruiser and fled. But I would be back in time for when he awoke. What I ran from was the overpowering odour of Robbie after we had finished.

The sweaty scent of sex filled the room, but it was accompanied by a slight slip-up: a reminder that he was carrying my baby. It spooked me, but because I had worn him out he didn’t sense my reluctance to huddle next to him.

I was glad Robbie fell asleep soon after, because all I did was watch his chest rise to the ceiling and then come back down. I even attempted to put my palm on his stomach…but it just hovered directly above, and I would need assistance in helping it touch his navel. My arm got tired and I retracted back before lying down next to him with my eyes wider than eggs. But sleep never came and I got fed up.

On my cruiser the responsibility left the more miles I touched. It was the breaking of a steel chain and I started to lose myself. I wanted to stop, but I kept on going. It was a strange thing, for me to now lose myself the further I departed from Robbie. What used to make sense was me losing myself because I was with Robbie. I tried to brush it off, but at a certain point I could no longer run-away from that baby. I was an Alpha. And my instincts told me that I should do better by that kid.

I had no reason to think of myself as being a bad future father. I came close to that same lake we had stopped at the night before. And in the early hours it was still majestic to see. I wished I could take a boat and journey to those mountains but there was no boat for hire open. So, I just got off my bike again, but stayed seated until enough time passed, and I headed back to Robbie’s, who was still fast asleep when I got there.

I helped myself to some small legs of chicken and warmed them up in the microwave. I heard some popping explosions going on and thought I should call the army…but it turned out that chicken, like an egg if you don’t slice it, explodes! It tasted a little rubbery afterwards, but I was hungry, and anything would suit me.

My instincts were tied with my hunger as I bit into chunks of the chicken leg. I left only bones and still felt like I could do with some more. More-more-more was how I wanted to be. More time to decide. More time to find a way out of this. And more time to fall for Robbie. But the actuality was that I realized I didn’t want a way out, my decision was made up, and that was leading to me falling for Robbie and the unborn kid. I couldn’t push that reject button.

I put that plate in the sink and I’m sure I heard movements come directly from Robbie’s room. So, I went up to peek and saw that he was soundlessly asleep. But before I closed the door, Robbie’s head popped up and he jumped out of bed. He began to straighten the bed, fluffing the pillows and things.