Date: Mon, 18 Jul 2011 12:47:36 +0800
From: Ben Ng <ng.ben9@gmail.com>
Subject: A New World - Part 1

This story describes sexual acts between men and boys. If this
offends you please read no further.

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Written by Ben Ng with story ideas provided by Brad Gillespie.

A New World - Part 1

Times have changed. I remember people used to be homophobic
and against gays. Churches used to say homosexuality is a sin
and from the devil. Sure, some people still say that, but it
has been much better lately. It has taken the world decades to
accept homosexuality as just a fact of life, a condition
brought by genetic disposition as well as environmental
factors. People can be born gay just as they can be born
straight, and there is no reason to discriminate against them,
any more than discriminating against people of different skin
color.

We all know that now, but it doesn't mean people would
suddenly turn around and embrace gays. Sometimes, it takes the
older generation to pass, and the newer, more open-minded
generation to bring new light to the world. The next step,
much more complicated, was to embrace adult-youth
relationships. It has been the subject of much controversy and
heated debate. Some claim that teenagers, as young as 14 or
even 12, know what they want, and can say no to advances from
adults. Some say that kids should be protected. Of course,
both have their valid points. In fact, the age of consent in
some states has been lowered from 16 to 14, and cases
involving kids 12 years or older aren't even prosecuted,
effectively setting the age to 12. There is no consensus as to
how young a person can start having consensual sex with
adults. Adding to that confusion are inconsistent and archaic
laws. Some say 16 year olds can't have sex with people more
than 10 years older than they are. So, a 16 year old can have
sex with a 25 year old, but not with a 27 year old. And in
some states, a 14 year old can't have sex with a 12 year old,
but can have sex with a 13 year old.

Fast forward to a few decades later. The even more
controversial issue was man-boy love. It certainly took the
world even more time to accept that teenagers can and should
have a say in who they have sex with, despite their partners
being older than them. And we have come to an exciting point
in time, when people finally start to be open-minded enough to
embrace this last frontier. As people's values and perceptions
change, we see more and more cases where the adults are not
punished as severely as before, and there are even debates as
to whether the laws should change to accommodate consensual
sex between adults and minors.

Today, most people have accepted that teenagers have minds of
their own, and they are going to have sex, whether you like it
or not. In fact, they are going to have sex with whomever they
can find, adults or teenagers alike. It took people a while to
accept it, but they did. So, today, as I sat in a coffee shop,
pondering on how things have changed over the years, I was not
surprised to see a man and a boy entering the same restroom
stall together. It was a small coffee shop at a quiet street
corner, and the restroom has only one stall. The boy was about
12 or 13 years old, and the guy didn't look like his dad.

I like to observe people, especially the subtle cues people
send to each other. You can often see a lot just sitting at a
coffee shop: the casual flirting, the brushing of one's hair,
the tilting of one's head, and other body language. As I
watched the man and the boy walking into the same stall, I
knew they were there for sex. The boy had a clear hard-on that
he was trying to hide with his hands, causing him to walk
awkwardly. The man was walking close behind him, his left hand
on the boy's shoulder, his right hand stroking the boy's back
sensually, rubbing a little lower than people normally would.
He was also walking a bit too close to the boy, likely trying
to hide his hard-on as well. The man even looked around to see
if anyone was watching. When his eyes met mine, I smiled ever
so faintly. He immediately knew I knew, and smiled back.
Instead of tensing up knowing someone discovered his
intention, his body language told me he actually relaxed a
little, knowing I was all right with it.

I waited as I sipped my coffee, imagining what was going on in
the restroom. Was the man going to fuck the boy, or was he
just sucking him off? Or maybe the boy was the one sucking on
the man's big cock? Well, maybe both, or all of the above. I
can't imagine having sex in such a public place, but I know a
lot of people are excited by the idea. As for me, I'm not a
boy-lover. I'm not even gay. I have a girlfriend, who I
intended to marry soon. I'm just an open minded person who
doesn't judge people by their sexual orientation. And yet,
knowing that the man and the boy were having sex just several
feet away from me in the restroom was strangely exciting for
me. I couldn't explain it. I felt my cock stirring in my
pants, and I couldn't believe it. I was a straight guy who was
going to get married! Why was I excited by the fact that a man
was having sex with a boy?

And yet, my mind couldn't help but run wild with images of
what the two were doing. What would it feel like to have a
young boy suck my cock? What about taking his little cock in
my mouth? What would it be like to fuck him, to have my thick
cock buried in that little ass? I had to stop myself. What was
I thinking? I was happy together with my girlfriend, who I
have been dating for years, and I have never thought about
boys this way. Why now? It must be situational, I thought. If
a guy and a girl were making out in front of me and went off
into the woods, I would be equally excited. The fact that this
was new to me probably added to my excitement. Yeah, that must
be it.

When the restroom door finally opened, the boy walked out all
flushed, clothes all a mess. He was adjusting his t-shirt and
pulling up his shorts. If you watched carefully, you could see
a tiny wet spot on his backside. He looked around sheepishly
and quickly exited. You could see, though, that he had a
relaxed expression on his face, the typical reaction for
people who just climaxed. A moment later, the guy walked out,
equally flushed. He was tugging his shirt back into his pants,
and looked really happy. When his eyes met mine again, he
winked and I smiled back.

I suddenly had a crazy thought. If the boy was willing to have
sex with this guy, would he be willing to do it with me? I
shook my head, and immediately brushed that thought away. Why
would I want to have sex with a boy? I was perfectly happy
with my girlfriend! I quietly asked myself what was wrong with
me that day. I suddenly realized I haven't had sex for almost
two weeks now. Yeah, that must be it. I was horny, and
anything could get me excited. I was so embarrassed by that
thought that I immediately rose from my seat and left the
coffee shop, cutting my Saturday leisure time short.

As I walked back home, which was only a couple of blocks away,
I couldn't stop thinking of that boy. I was picturing him in
my head in all kinds of positions, and I was the one fucking
him instead of the guy. I got so hard that I had to adjust my
cock in my pants, so that it wouldn't be so obvious. As I
passed by the video rental store, I suddenly had the urge to
get some porn and jerk off like crazy at home. I went inside
the store, to the back where the porn was at. I was browsing
the shelves as usual, seeing if anything caught my interest,
when suddenly my heart pounded like crazy. Next to the
straight porn, where I usually looked, were a few gay ones.
One of them featured guys who looked quite young. I looked at
the cover, which featured a man bending a boy over and fucking
him from behind. Some parts were blurred, but it was clear
what they were doing. Without even thinking about it, my cock
was rock hard. My hands were shaking as I grabbed that box. I
was going to rent a gay porn for the first time in my life! I
was just curious, I thought to myself. I was just trying
something different! I was so embarrassed when I checked it
out. As I reached my home, video in hand, carefully hidden so
that the revealing pictures couldn't be seen, I was startled
when a voice suddenly called out to me.

"Hey, Mr. Robinson!" a young voice called.

I turned around. It was the neighbor boy, Johnny. He was bare-
chested, glistening with sweat under the sun, a worn-out,
dirty pair of cut-off jeans, which looked good on him, on his
body. He had a well-defined body: not quite muscular yet, due
to his young age, but it looked very good under the sun. His
chest was heaving from the heat and the exertion of mowing the
lawn, but he had a bright smile on his face, and he was waving
at me happily.

"Hey Johnny! Mowing the lawn again?"

"Yeah, my dad made me do it. I'm almost done, though."

"Good for you! I wish I had a son to mow my lawn too! I'm too
lazy to do it!"

"I can do yours too! You got to pay me though."

"Oh, would you? That would be great! I'll pay you."

"I'll be done in a minute, and then I'll come over, ok?"

"Sure, take your time! There's no hurry."

I waved him off and entered the house. I lived alone and hated
doing chores. I could use all the help I can get, especially
with mowing the lawn on a hot summer day. As I switched on the
air conditioner and relaxed on the couch with a glass of iced
tea, I put the video on the coffee table. A man, bending a boy
over, taking him from behind. Suddenly, the thoughts in my
mind changed from the boy in the coffee shop to Johnny. What
the hell was I thinking? Johnny was only 12, not even into
puberty yet. Why was I thinking about fucking him? As my
doorbell rang, I was so embarrassed that I scrambled to hide
the video under the couch. I ran over and opened the door,
only to see Johnny half-naked in front of me.

"I'm done with my lawn; want me to do yours now?"

"Yeah, but you sure you don't want something to drink first?
You look hot." I suddenly realized that what I said could be
misunderstood, so I immediately added, "I mean, you are all
sweaty and stuff."

Johnny just laughed. "Yeah, I know, I'm hot." He winked and
walked in. "Wow, you got a nice house!"

"Thanks Johnny. I'll get you something to drink. Have a seat."
Although we were neighbors, Johnny had never entered my house
before.

"I don't want to mess up your couch, Mr. Robinson. My jeans
are all dirty."

"Don't worry about it, Johnny. And stop calling me Mr.
Robinson. Call me Zack."

"Ok, Zack."

As I went to the kitchen to pour Johnny a glass of iced tea, I
could see Johnny going over to the couch and sitting where I'd
sat just moments earlier. I suddenly remembered the video
under the couch. I just hoped Johnny wouldn't find it, or it
would be really embarrassing trying to explain it.

"Here you go." I passed him his drink, and he gulped it down
quickly. I sat next to him, watching his chest move as he was
still catching his breath from the heat outside. I suddenly
realized what a handsome boy he was. He had a charming smile,
short black spiky hair, dark complexion from being under the
sun a lot, and a tight body for someone his age. In a few
years, he would be the most sought after boy in his school,
for sure. I was yet again surprised by the thoughts going
through my head. I was checking him out!

Johnny finished his drink and put it on the coffee table. He
looked over at me with that cute smile again. "Thanks, Mr.
Rob... er... Zack. I really needed that."

"You are welcome, Johnny. I have more if you want."

"No, I'm fine, thanks. I should get started now."

"We haven't talked about your pay yet. How about $20? Is that
enough?"

"Oh, it's more than enough! I usually do it for less."

"Yeah? Let's do $20 then. If you do a good job, I'll let you
do it every week."

"Really? That's so cool! You are next door to me too! That's
way better than riding 15 minutes and doing it for less!"

"I'm glad you are happy. You can start any time you want. I'll
be here when you are done."

Johnny happily went out to mow my lawn. I moved to the window
where I could see him. I watched as his muscles flexed,
pushing the mower around. He was a good-looking boy, for sure.
Would he be willing to do what the boy did in the coffee shop?
My cock was growing in my pants again. He was pushing the
mower in a zigzag manner, and when he turned around and saw me
watching him, he beamed and waved at me. My cock jerked at
that very moment. He really was a stunningly handsome young
man. Surely he could have any girl he wanted in a few years,
if not now. My heart was pumping faster and faster.

I didn't even realize I was watching him the whole time until
he was done and was ringing my bell again. I quickly opened
the door to invite the even sweatier Johnny in. "You must be...
um... feeling hot, Johnny. Come in and have a drink."

He happily came in and sat down at the same spot earlier. I
brought him some more iced tea and he finished it in no time.
"Thanks, Zack. You are so kind."

"No problem, Johnny. Thanks for doing it. It must be hot out
there."

"Yeah, but I'm used to it. Actually I'm working on my tan.
See?" He lifted his arms, showing me the dark tan he had, and
then proceeded to show me his equally tanned chest and
stomach. I had the perfect excuse for watching his beautiful
body, and it was indeed amazing. Not an ounce of fat on his 12-
year-old body. In a few years he was going to be a hunk.

"Very nice, Johnny, very nice," I mumbled, at a loss for
words. He simply smiled.

"So, is it $20?"

"Yeah, of course!" I scrambled to get my wallet, and as I
opened it, a few coins fell out and went under the couch.
Johnny immediately reached under the couch to get them, and
when his hand came back out, instead of coins, he had the
video in his hand. Holy crap! Before I could snatch it back
from his hands, he was already looking at the cover. His face
went bright red, and he was stunned. I immediately grabbed it
from him. I didn't know what to say. To explain it would just
make things worse.

"What's that?"

"It's... it's just a video, you know... a video from the store
down the road."

"It showed two guys having sex..."

"Er... yeah, it does. I don't usually watch videos like this,
but I just got it out of curiosity."

"Are you... um... gay, Zack?"

"No, no, no... I'm not! I just saw this and thought I'd watch
something for a change."

"Oh... ok." He actually sounded disappointed. He was flushed,
and I suddenly noticed a bulge in his cut-off jeans. Did that
mean he's gay and he was excited to find gay porn at my house?

Then, as if an idea suddenly came to his mind, he asked
excitedly, "Wanna watch it together?"

Did I? I was pretty sure what's going to happen if we went
down that road, but was I ready for it? I was straight, after
all. Before I could even respond, Johnny already stood up,
walked to my DVD player and put in the disc. What happened
next could only be described as walking through uncharted
territory.