Date: Mon, 10 Dec 2012 23:06:48 -0600
From: Celthric Jones <celthric8854@hotmail.com>
Subject: Adventures of a Boy Lover - Part 3

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The Adventures of a Boy Lover

Copyright Celthric 2012

Episode 3 – The First Time

September 4, 1974

"At three o'clock in the morning I was awoken to banging at the front
door. I wrapped a towel around my waist, covering up my naked body and
walked to the front door. When I opened I saw Stephen looking up at me,
tears running down his face. I let him come inside.

I made him a cup of hot cocoa as he waited for me in the living room.  I
had put some pants on. I handed him the cup and I sat down next to him and
put my arm around him and held him close as he drank his cocoa and cried.

After a while he told me that his father had found him drawing dicks on
paper and tried to beat him but Stephen had fought him off and ran out of
the house. His father didn't really care for him, called him faggot and
other cruel words.

I took the cup of cocoa away from him and put it on the coffee
table. Looked at him deep in the eyes and told him that he was a beautiful
young boy and that I truly cared for him deeply. He smiled at me and leaned
in and placed his lips on mine. Our tongues touched each other with grace,
his mouth welcomed my own.

We made our way into the bedroom where we both got undressed.  Our hands
were exploring each others bodies. I found myself on my back and Stephen
was on top, letting my dick slide deep inside his beautiful ass and he rode
me with ease, moaning until ecstasy through us both into what felt like a
sexual bliss. Afterward I held him close and we both fell asleep."

* * *

"So you didn't fuck him?" Richard asked.

I was sitting on his couch in his nice apartment downtown having a beer,
something he and I usually did. I just never expected our conversations to
be about young boys now. Richard was in the kitchen grabbing us both
another beer and sat down next to me.

"No," I said. "Unfortunately he fell asleep and I didn't want to wake him
up. Sucks, I know but what are you going to do?"

Richard shrugged. "I guess. You think you are going to see him again then?"

"I don't know...maybe."

"Maybe? Dude, you obviously like this boy. Why not continue with it in some
ways. You know...date him."

"You mean...take him out on a date?"

Richard rolled his eyes. "No. You invite him over and show him a good time,
which doesn't mean you have to fuck him. You can be a boyfriend of sorts. I
mean he obviously likes you."

"Yeah but I don't even know if he's gay!"

"It's hard for boys or anyone really to determine their sexuality at that
age."

"You make it sound like it's a choice."

"Well, you know what I mean. It's a confusing time for everyone. Do you
want dick or pussy? What do you feel attracted too? Perhaps he just wants
to have fun and your there to help him along the way. I mean one way or
another you should help him fulfill his sexual needs. I mean fuck, don't
you remember being his age?"

I nodded.

* * *

Later that evening I was at home fixing myself supper and getting ready to
watch some TV when there was a knock at my door. I put my plate of food
down on the coffee table and walked over to the door and answered
it. Standing on the front porch was a young boy who looked to be twelve
years old. He was short with ruffled brown hair. He was a skinny boy with a
nice physique.

"Can I...help you?" I asked.

He looked passed me like he was checking things out or looking for someone.

"Ummm is Leroy here?" he said nervously.

I didn't know how to respond at first. Why would he want my Uncle? Was this
one of his...boys?

"I don't know how to tell you this," I was saying. "But Leroy...passed
away."

The boy didn't seem shocked he just nodded and said, "Okay...well sorry for
bothering you."

He started to walk away when I noticed the necklace around his neck, it was
the same symbol from the letter I had received yesterday at work: a heart
with a small triangle in the middle. It looked to be made of gold.

"Hey," I called out to him.

The boy turned around.

"Where did you get that necklace?" I asked.

The boy looked down at his necklace and then back up at me. "Father Abbot."

Father Abbot? A priest gave him that?

"I've seen it before," I said. "Do you know what it means?"

He shook his head. "I was given it when I was adopted."

"A priest adopted you?"

"Not exactly. I live in an orphanage. The one on Collins Lane."

I knew of the place. Now that I was thinking of it I had never really heard
of anyone adopting a child from there, but then again I never really paid
attention to things like that.

"Why did you want to see my Uncle?" I asked.

"Father Abbot had told me that I was to come here today to...help him clean
his gutters."

I looked at my watch and said, "At seven thirty at night?"

"Better late than never."

"How did you get here?"

"I walked."

"From Collins Lane?"

He hesitated. "Yeah."

"Jesus Christ. Well, come on in and warm up. It's fucking cold outside."

Once again he hesitated and then stepped inside. I shut and locked the door
behind him.

"I was just about to eat dinner," I said. "Would you like some?"

He took off his jacket and put on the coat rack near the door and nodded.

"Make yourself at home."

He walked into the living room and sat down on the couch as I walked into
the kitchen and began making him a plate of spaghetti and some garlic
bread. I gave it to him and we both ate in silence, the only noise coming
from the TV.

"So what's your name?" I asked.

"Sam."

"My name is Brad. So how do you know my Uncle?"

Sam looked at me and said, "I don't. Father Abbot just told me to come over
and help him."

I wasn't buying it of course. He may not have ever met my Uncle but he
wasn't here to clean anything gutters that was for sure.

After a few more moments we were both done with our meals and I put the
plates back in the kitchen and came back in and sat down.

"Why don't you tell me why you are really here?" I asked.

Sam looked at me and said, "I can't."

"I'm not going to tell anyone. Look...I kind of know what's going on
here. I know what my Uncle was and well, I'm one too. So you can be open
with me."

Sam's attitude seemed to change at this point. He wasn't as stiff and
quickly loosened up.

"Really?" He asked with a smile.

"Really."

"Thank God. I didn't want to...get in trouble."

"Why would you get in trouble?"

"It's not supposed to happen except with members."

"Members of what?"

"The guild."

"What is the name of the guild?"

"Your not a member?"

I shook my head. "Not yet. I want to be though, but I don't even know what
it is."

He shrugged. "I don't know the name of it."

"Are you a member?"

"No."

"But do you belong to it in any way?"

"Yeah. I'm in the first level."

"First level? How many levels are there?"

He shrugged again. "I don't know."

I sighed. "What do you know?"

"That I was sent here to see Leroy."

"For what?"

He hesitated and then got up off the couch and walked over to his jacket
and pulled out an envelope and handed it to me.

"For this," he said.

I opened the envelope and pulled out yet another letter:

Leroy -

We have to meet immediately. It concerns Project 142. I have a proposition
for you and I need to speak with you immediately. Sorry I couldn't do this
in person. It isn't safe for me to leave my cabin.

Regards, F.A.

I put the letter down. The mystery thickens.

"Do you know what this is about?" I asked.

Sam shook his head. "No idea."

"Shit. Who's F.A.?"

"Father Abbot. He's the one who sent me."

"You know where he's at?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah."

"Can you take me to him?"

He shook his head yet again. "No. He's unreachable at this hour. I can
tomorrow though, if you like."

I thought for a moment and then nodded. "Okay."

"I don't mean to be forward or anything but...is it alright if I stay here
tonight so I don't have to walk? Unless you can drive me."

"Well, I don't drive. I have a bike. But of course you can stay over. I
wouldn't send you out there."

He walked over to me and got on his knees and grabbed my crotch and said,
"I appreciate it a lot."

He began rubbing my crotch, my dick began to harden. It felt so good having
him rub my cock.

"Is this okay?" he asked.

I nodded. "Y-y-yeah its...great actually."

Sam then began unbuttoning my pants and unzipping them, revealing my hard
cock making a tent in my underwear. He then pulled my underwear off my cock
and then began sucking on it, deepthroating it perfectly. His warm mouth
cupped around my dick was making me feel weak in the knees, it was so
exhilarating. I thought I would cum in a few moments.

After several minutes he stopped sucking on me and stood up and took off
his shirt, revealing his sexy smooth chest and perky nipples. He then
turned around and after a few seconds his blue jeans were sliding down
revealing his black underwear that perfectly cupped his bubble butt. He
then took off his underwear, revealing his naked ass to me. Precum was
sliding out of my dick slowly.

He then turned around and showed me his five inch cock, hard and
throbbing. A thin layer of pubic hair sat around his dick, very thin. He
had nice smooth balls which hung a little below his beautiful cock. Without
an invitation I found myself on my knees in front of him, sucking on his
cock, tonguing it. Both of us were moaning as I continued sucking on his
dick, and sucking on his balls. I could feel his fingers going through my
hair.

"Will you rim me?" he asked.

I pulled his dick of my mouth and looked up at him and asked, "Rim you?"

"Yeah. I like that before I get fucked. If that's okay with you?"

I smiled at him and helped him over to the couch where he laid down on his
stomach, his ass up in the air. I spread his ass cheeks a bit and began
licking his tight hole, he moaned loudly as my tongue explored his ass. I
began tongue fucking him a little bit, then licking up and down his crack
and then back inside his hole. I was so ready to fuck him!

I took off all my clothes, spit on my dick and lubed it up and then slid it
inside his ass. He moaned out loud as I penetrated him. I slowly began
fucking him but he wanted it harder. I began pounding his tight ass, my
balls slapping against him. He and I both were moaning in ecstasy. I
slapped his ass a few times.

We then changed positions. He was now on his back, his legs up propped on
my shoulders and I was over him fucking him. I watched him jerking off his
preteen cock as I continued pounding his ass. Then he moaned even louder
than before as his cock began shooting out his sweet preteen cum all over
his chest, it was a big load for a twelve year old. I continued fucking him
and I too reached orgasm and shot my load deep inside his tight twelve year
old ass.

When I pulled my cock out of him, cum seeped out of his hole and off my
dick. He laid there, breathing heavily with a smile on his face.

"Was it good for you?" I asked the cliché question.

"Oh my god, yes. That was really good!"

"Glad you liked it. Hang on lemme get you a towel."

I walked into the kitchen, my cock was now becoming flaccid and flopping as
I walked. I grabbed a dish towel and brought it back to Sam and threw it in
his direction. He caught it and wiped off his sweet cum off his chest.

"You were the best I had," he said. "I haven't squirted like that before."

"You were pretty good yourself. My first boy I fucked."

"Really?"

"Not the first time I've fucked someone...but someone of your age."

He smiled. "That's pretty hot."

Sam got off the couch and came near me and kissed my chest. I bent down and
we kissed on the lips, he tasted so good. I loved the feel of his tongue on
mine.

"Thanks," he said after this kiss.

"For what?"

"For a great fuck. I needed that."

* * *

Later that night we were both in my bed, cuddling up. I had my arms wrapped
around Sam, holding his sexy naked body close to mine as he slept.  As I
began to nod off I heard the phone ringing downstairs. I got up off the bed
and walked downstairs and answered the phone.

"Hello?" I said into the receiver.

"Mr. Tillman?" came a male voice.

"Yes."

"This is Mathew Lyman with the guild."

"Oh you must want my Uncle Leroy. I'm sorry but he's passed away."

"I know that. I want to speak with you, Brad. Can you meet me on Thursday?"

"Yeah. How do you know my name?"

"We know a lot about you, Mr. Tillman. There is an abandoned warehouse on
sixteenth street called Garland's Exports. Meet me there on Thursday at
noon."

"What's this about?"

"Trust me, you will want to be there."

There was a click on the other end that told me he had hung up. What was
going on here? I was determined to find out. Tomorrow I will talk to Father
Abbot and in two days I will talk to this Mathew Lyman. I need answers
especially about this new letter I received about Project 142 and whatever
contributions my Uncle had made.

To be continued...