Date: Thu, 18 Oct 2012 14:06:40 -0500
From: Celthric Jones <celthric8854@hotmail.com>
Subject: Adventures of a Boy Lover - Part 1

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The Adventures of a Boy Lover

Episode 1 – The Boy

October 1983

I was laying in bed when I received the phone call. Uncle Leroy had been
out of town and wouldn't be home until the morning. I got myself up out of
bed, crossed my messy bedroom floor and out into the dark hallway. I
searched along with walls for the light switch and when I found it I turned
it on, the light hit my eyes with scorching pain. I then stumbled down the
hallway and into the living room where the phone continued to ring
endlessly. Uncle Leroy had refused to get an answering machine saying that
he didn't want to hear the voices of people trying to reach him.

I had finally reached the phone, picked it up stopping the annoying ringing
sound and answered it.

"Hello?" I said sleepily.

"Is this Brad Tillman?" came an unfamiliar voice on the other end.

"Yes. Who is this?"

"This is Officer Jack Mathews with the Maynard Police Department."

Maynard? It was a town thirty miles away. Why would they be calling him?

"Umm...okay," I said.

"I'm calling because...well...I have some bad news, son."

"What?"

"Your Uncle was killed in a car wreck. It happened about forty minutes
ago."

My legs felt like jelly and I sat down on the rocking chair. It was my
Uncle's favorite chair.

"What?" I asked in disbelief.

* * *

Three days later I found myself at a lawyers office where he was to read
the will to me. When I was six years old my parents had died in a car wreck
and I was raised by my Uncle. This had hit me pretty hard, it seemed my
family was cursed with cars. Luckily I rode a bike back and forth to
work. Uncle Leroy was my last living relative, I was all alone. Well, not
completely. I did have a cousin down south in Texas, but I didn't really
know her very well.

The lawyer's name was Raymond McLaughlin, a fat pot bellied man with
balding hair and thick glasses. He looked like a beetle as he sat on the
other side of his desk. He was holding in his hand a manilla envelope which
he had opened.

"To my nephew," Raymond was saying. "My last living relative, I leave my
business and all personal belongings, including my house." He shut the
envelope. "You get everything as well as $500,000 in life insurance, which
he left to your aunt but seeing as she's passed away it goes to you, the
next living relative."

* * *

After visiting with the lawyer I headed back home. I shut down the shop for
a few days for mourning. My Uncle had left me the business, a local video
store called "Movie World". I wasn't the only employee, there was a young
girl named Betsy and a guy named Rick, both of who were still in High
School.

I was twenty at the time, young and very naïve. Luckily my Uncle had
taught me everything about running the business. When he was out of town I
would always take care of everything. It wouldn't be hard per se, but it
would be hard without my Uncle to goof off with. He was a really good man.

I walked into the kitchen and headed over to the fridge and found a whole
case of twenty beer bottles, only one was missing. Uncle Leroy had loved
his beer. I grabbed one and opened it and began drinking. What turned into
one turned into four more. I was getting a bit tipsy, not wanting to get
drunk for I was going to open the store again tomorrow, but fuck it. I
needed it.

Tipsy I had walked into Uncle Leroy's room devoid of his life force. All
that was left was his bed, dresser and a closet full of clothes. I had to
do something with them eventually. I opened the closet door and looked at
all his clothes. I moved some to the side and saw his shoes on the
floor. Looking up on a shelf I noticed a small tin box which I pulled down
and brought it to the bed where I sat down.

The box was small with a little lock on it. I didn't have the key but I was
interested what was inside. Uncle Leroy was a very secretive man, always
had been. I went into the garage and grabbed a hammer and walked back into
the bedroom and began hitting the lock until it broke off, it was a cheap
lock obviously. When I opened up the box I found a bunch of papers, all
hand written. From what I could tell it was journal entries and letters,
nothing useful. I then found at the bottom a key, but not the one to the
tin box obviously.

Then all of a sudden I saw a flash in my mind and a memory from when I was
a young boy popped into my head. My young self was in the basement
exploring when I had stumbled upon a safe in the corner of the room. I
remember trying to open it and it was locked, a small keyhole was keeping
me from its contents. I had asked my Uncle about it but he had told me that
it was personal items, stuff I shouldn't know about.

Was this the key to the safe? I walked out of the bedroom and went
downstairs and into the basement. I turned on the light and walked down the
wooden staircase. I crossed the basement which was pretty big and filled
with useless junk. I remember when I was a kid Uncle Leroy had spent a lot
of time down here and when he did it was late at night and the door was
always locked when he was down there. Everything was as he left it, the
dirty old couch with a TV set sitting on a table in front of it, a fridge
filled with junk food and some more beer, a liquor cabinet filled with
bottles of alcohol, I grabbed a bottle of vodka from it and opened it and
took a swig.

I crossed into the next room which was filled with useless junk, items from
a long time ago. I then found the safe again sitting exactly where it had
all those years ago. I put the key in the hole and turned it and it
unlocked. I grabbed the handle to the safe and opened it up. Inside was two
shelves. On the top shelf was a leather bound book and on the bottom was
another locked tin box. I grabbed both the items and walked back in the
other room and sat down on the couch.

I opened up the leather book and inside was handwritten material from my
Uncle. I flipped through it until I saw something that caught my eye. It
was in a journal entry marked August 1974, the same year my aunt had
died. I read it:

"Steven had come over again last night. I welcomed him inside and we both
went down into the basement. He sat down on the couch as I made us both a
drink. We talked about our day and he told told me how he was doing in
school. I was very proud of him for getting an A in his classes.

We began getting a little drunk when we started french kissing.  He tasted
so amazing that I wanted more of him. I began undressing him and grabbing
his little cock and playing with it. He enjoyed it immensely when I sucked
on it. In no time I was making love to him once again. Our souls were
touching as we both moaned at the pleasure expelling from within us. When I
orgasmed I screamed out loud for it felt so amazing.

Afterward we laid on the couch, I held his beautiful naked body next to me,
kissing him softly on the neck. I told him how much I loved him and he told
me he loved me back. I had never felt this way about anyone, not even my
late wife. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this boy and no one
else."

"What the fuck?" I asked out loud as I put the book down.

Uncle Leroy was...gay?

He had always had his suspicions about me being gay, which I was. There had
been plenty of times I had friends spend the night where I ended up sucking
cock and fucking. We we're always quiet but Uncle Leroy would ask questions
and I was afraid to tell him. And here in this journal he was writing about
how he was madly in love with a guy himself! I was in shock not knowing
what to think.

I flipped through the journal, going to a date prior to what I had just
read. The journal entry was marked May 1974, which was a month after my
Aunt had passed away. I read with eagerness:

Steven came over today, knocking on my door asking if he could mow my yard
for the low price of $5. I told him that he could. He had his own lawn
mower and everything. I was in the kitchen fixing myself a sandwich and I
noticed him outside mowing the back yard. He was pushing the lawnmower when
he stopped briefly to take off his shirt. The heat of the day was getting
to him.

I couldn't help but stare at this shirtless ten year old boy. His chest
glistened with sweat and I watched with my dick throbbing as a strand of
sweat slid down his chest with grace as it reached his belly and into his
gym shorts where I was sure it was resting quite comfortably on his young
cock."

My own cock started to harden. It was like reading porn! I continued
reading:

"I watched him with pure lust. I wanted to lick the sweat off the boy and
make love to him right there in the back yard, but it was taboo. It wasn't
how things were to go, but it didn't feel wrong. It felt right.

I then walked out into the backyard and asked Steven to come in and cool
off.  I made him an glass of ice water and let him rest on the couch. We
started to talk. He told me that his parents were in a huge fight. His dad
had left for a few days and his mother was always out with her friends. He
said he didn't like being home cause he felt ignored so that was why he was
mowing yards and to get some cash to buy toys with. I told him he could
take a shower after a he mowed if he wanted too.

Steven finished the yard and then came back in and took a shower. I did
something bold though. I went into the bathroom while he was in there and
took my clothes off and joined him. Steven didn't have a problem with it at
all! I looked at him with the hot water running down his naked body. He was
so beautiful!

I placed my hands on his naked body for the first time, feeling the
smoothness of it. His tiny cock wasn't more than three inches in length
when it was hard. I played with it and he smiled. Dare I suck on it? Yes! I
got down on my knees and started licking on his tiny cock and hairless
balls. Steven moaned with pleasure and enjoyed it as much as I did.

He then played with my cock and started sucking on it. I looked down as the
young ten year old boy had my six inch thick cock in his mouth. I was much
harrier than he was and he loved that!

I wanted to masturbate so bad! I kept him on his knees and I began jerking
my dick and after several moments I was cumming like I had never cum
before. I shot load after load, most of which had landed on his
face. Steven laughed at it and thought it was cool wanting to do it himself
so I helped him. After just about a minute he was moaning loudly as his
first orgasm hit him. I don't know if he came though or had a dry orgasm
but he loved it nonetheless.

We got out of the shower and got dressed again. I gave him the $5 and he
kissed me goodbye and asked if he could come back sometime. I told him to
come by tomorrow. I am so excited to see him again!"

In shock I closed the leather book and sat back on the couch. My cock was
so hard and throbbing that it was hurting. That was the hottest thing I had
ever read! My Uncle had a love affair with a ten year old boy. I should
have thought it was wrong but instead I liked it, in fact I fucking loved
it!

I stood up and took my pants off and slid my underwear off. My hard eight
inch cock which towered over a thick bush of pubic hair, was precumming a
whole lot. I sat back down on the couch and began jerking off. I imagined
Steven in my head not even sure if that's what he really looked like. In my
mind he was a very sexy young boy with short brown hair and brown eyes to
match. His little hairless cock was beautiful in my mind and the thought of
his bubble butt ready to be fucked was even more beautiful.

I began to moan very loud as I orgasmed and started blowing my thick white
load all over my chest. The first load had hit my chin and it felt very
warm to the touch. I took off my shirt and wiped off my cum and put my
underwear and pants back on and took a few more drinks of vodka. I decided
to try and open the tin box but it too was locked and I didn't have a
key. I was a bit too drunk to try and open it with a hammer. Instead I put
both the items back in the safe and with the key in hand I went back
upstairs and passed out in my own bed.

* * *

The next morning I woke up a little hungover. I took Tylenol to ease my
pain and then took a hot shower to wake me up. By nine o'clock I was at the
video store opening up shop and by ten the store was open and customers
started coming in. They told me they were sorry for their loss and I
thanked them.

Around one the store slowed down, which helped me do a little bit of zoning
around the store. About ten minutes later the front door opened and I
turned around to welcome the customer. I noticed it was a young boy, around
ten years old, the same age as Steven my Uncle's young lover. The boy
smiled at me and then went around the store looking at movies. My cock
jumped. The boy was beautiful!

He had short brown hair and brown eyes, sort of how I envisioned Steven in
my head. I kept looking over at the boy with lust in my eyes. I wanted to
get to know him better and do what my Uncle had down to Steven. I shook my
head, putting those thoughts aside...for now.

The boy had picked a movie and was ready to check out. The movie was a
comedy rated PG-13. Technically I wasn't supposed to rent it unless he was
with a parent or guardian but I let it slide, it's not like it was rated R.

"I like your bracelet!" the boy had said to me.

I looked down at my bracelet. It was rainbow colored, a gay bracelet
almost.

"Thanks," I said. "I made it myself."

"Really? Wow! Can you make me one?"

I laughed. "Sure. When you come back in I'll have it for you."

"Cool!"

The movie was due back in three days, plenty of time to make one for him.
The boy smiled at me and thanked me and headed out.

* * *

That night in the shower I jerked off thinking of the young boy. He had
definitely been flirting with me! He was so fucking hot. I had to get to
know him. I came loads thinking of making love to him, it felt so amazing!

To be continued...

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