Date: Tue, 6 Jan 2015 14:42:12 -0500
From: Jacky Jones <jacky1099jones@gmail.com>
Subject: An Unusual Love Story 4

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Chapter four

Jason cleaned Ryan up and with a bit of trouble he managed to work his
panties and shorts back up. He could hear the soft snores coming from the
boy as he peacefully slept in Jason's bed unaware that Jason had used his
sweet bubble butt to get himself off.

Jason pulled the bedspread up over the boy covering him. Looking down at
the eleven year old boy now lying on his back Jason couldn't believe how
fast things had happened between the two of them. He reached down stroking
the boy's bangs. The boy was a real beauty. He sure must turn a few heads
where ever he goes thought Jason. He his really a handsome boy, so good
looking. And to think that I was just kissing and molesting him.

 Jason left Ryan sleeping peacefully and went into his kitchen. He turned
on the coffee maker. While he waited for the coffee to perk he cleaned up
and put things away. Jason had a lot of thinking to do. You just don't go
from never having any thoughts of touching a boy in anyway, shape or form
to madly falling in love with this very attractive eleven year old. Jason
had a lot of thinking to do. He grabbed a cup. Filling it with coffee he
added a little bit of cream. Looking at the clock he realized it was still
very early. He didn't have to worry about getting Ryan. He would be ok here
for awhile. He decided to let him sleep it off for an hour or two. The
evening was still young. He decided he would order pizza for both of them.

Sitting in his LazyBoy he flicked on the TV. Easing himself back in his
chair with his coffee in hand he began to ponder the last twenty hours or
so. First he thought about the fact that although he had tried he was never
really at ease with females. Even as a teen with his good looks there were
many girls who had flirted with him but he always managed to slip away from
any sexual encounter. Oh he had dated many but always came up with the very
weak excuse that he was, chuckle, saving himself for, chuckle again, the
marriage bed.

Some girls who he had managed to end up on a couch with him in someone's
darkened living room. Their blouses undone. Their young tits hanging out
over him demanding to be squeezed, touched, petted and kissed after a very
heavy kissing session. The girls' slim fingers groping in his pants for it
and finding a soft cock with a look of puzzlement lining their faces. He
would spurt out his saving it for the 'old marriage bed' line. It never
failed. They all blurted out the same exaggerated four letter
word....."WHAAAA....AAAT" then they quickly stuffed their tender young
breasts back in their loose bras. (they didn't bother to ask him to snap
the snaps). They verbally tossed him out the back door. As he walked away
they yelled after him using that four letter that I wouldn't be permitted
to use here but it went something like this....

"....BLANK YOU AND YOUR BLANK'IN....MARRIAGE BED.....

Hearing this he remembered stepping up his walk.....double time..

Was he gay. He did some deep thinking on that one. Playing hockey and
soccer from a very young age he had practically spent his whole life in
locker rooms with naked or half naked males of all ages and he couldn't
ever recall once getting sexually excited or sexually aroused, In fact he
thought if he had a dime for every loose hanging penis he had seen flopping
back and forth in front of him he would have enough saved up to buy a
Landrover. Well at least a used one. For every hairless cocklet he had seen
as a youngster. For every full mooned ass he had seen in those many shower
rooms after a sweaty game. Big butts, flappy butts, hairy butts, hairless
bitts. Full cheeks, half cheeks or tiny cheeks not once did he want to
touch one or even brush up against one. Ugh!

He went through every relationship with a male that he ever had. From eight
year old always picking his nose Tommy Sneldon.  How about his best ever
friend when he was twelve. Gordon. Christ...Gordon Hamilton......him and
Gordon used to go skinny dipping for Christ sake at old town quarry all the
time. Geeze they even compared the size of their penises with each
other. (mine was a tad longer)...oh that one always caused a big argument
between us. We almost lost our friendship over that one. arguing...(Mine's
bigger than yours....No it aint....yes tis.....no taint...lMine's bigger
than yours...nah nah NAH nah) and on and on it went as it turned into a
shoving match between us. It stopped abruptly when mom stood at the bottom
of the stairs and yelled

"STOP IT YOU TWO BEFORE I COME UP THERE..RIGHT NOW.....WHAT THE HELL ARE
YOU TWO, ARGUING ABOUT THIS TIME?"

"Ahhhhh...nothing mom....we weren't arguing mom...just play fighting,,,,we
will stop....don't come up" then I added "BUT MINE IS THE BIGGER ONE"

The shoving and pushing would start all over again.

Mom never one to mince her words shouted, "IF YOU GUYS DON'T STOP FIGHTING
I WILL COME UP THERE AND CASTRATE BOTH OF YOU WITH MY PARING KNIFE."

That one had us scrambling for the dictionary. When we read the definition
we made a secret pact never to fight in my house ever again. And we kept.

Christ I remember the time we had that wiggly waggy fight in my bedroom
after swimming in our pool. We wagged our penises at each other as we
threatened to beat the other to death with our limp dicks. Christ we wagged
them at each other so much that we both ended up with hardons, We then
flipped our hard cocks around like it was Luke Skywalker using a light
saber. Christ we even went belly to belly touching them together saying
"touché au sabre" and whacked them along side of each other as we
dueled....laughing and giggling we fell down on top of each other. But, he
thought, not once was I even the slightest bit interested in his penis
other than being careful he didn't stab me to death with it.

'But', Jason thought. Before I met Ryan I was very busy in my life. A top
of the line hockey player. High scorer. Deeply involved with the team. A
multi million dollar contract with the NHL team The Wolves....'But' last
night and tonight he felt so different. Happy. Even happier than the day he
signed that multi million dollar contract. And he was very happy that
day. Very excited.

He felt more excited. More alive. From the first moment that they looked at
each other for the first time. He could still taste Ryan's lips on his. He
remembered the look on Ryan's face as their lips slowly touched for the
first time and how excited he felt when Ryan teased him as he lifted up his
muscle shirt displaying his taut tummy, his firm pecs and his small pink
nipples. Oh especially when he looked over at him smiling seductively and
then with a flip of his bangs he gave seductive wink as he pinched his
swollen nipple between his thumb and forefinger. And his penis seemed to
get even harder if that was even possible when Ryan's seductively slowly
unbuttoned his sexy short cutoffs and then, AND THEN once again just using
his thumb and forefinger he slowly, oh so slowly pulled his zipper down. It
was then Jason's excitement increased even more when he saw that the young
sexy boy was wearing silk panties.

Was he falling in love with this beautiful eleven year old boy. He had
never really ever experienced love before in his young life. Never before
during his twenty four years of life. Oh as a teenager he had had a few
girl friends. There were times he thought he was in love but nothing like
the feelings he was experiencing now. It wasn't only in his head, in his
mind but his whole body suddenly felt alive. Tense. He wanted to make love
to this beautiful sexy boy. Oh yes he said to himself, I am in love. Then
almost shouting, "I am in love"

He couldn't ever remember being so excited before. His penis had throbbed
with that powerful urge to taste the boy's body. Jason decided right then
and there, I am not going to question the whys and what nots. I am not
going to question this anymore. I am in love he thought. I am in love with
a young boy and the hell with everything else. For once in Jason's life he
was doing something for himself. Oh he enjoyed playing hockey but he was
pushed and forced into it by his demanding father and when he showed great
potential various coaches took over telling him to do this or that. When to
go to bed. When to get up. What to eat. When to eat. When not to eat. When
to shit. Where to shit.  How to talk to the public and on and on.

Jason sitting in his LazyBoy finished his coffee. He was feeling so happy,
so excited, so much in love. In love with a young boy. It had happened at
break neck speed. Had he been seduced by this exciting young boy. I don't
care his mind screamed. He is so beautiful, so sexy I just want to hold
him. To touch him. To caress him, fondle him and kiss him. I want to make
love to him. Christ he thought I want to fuck him. I want to fuck him over
and over. I want to cum in him. I want to cum in his bum. I want to make
him mine. I want to own him. Own his sexy body. Oh gawd he thought this is
so good. So good. My life has done a one hundred and eighty degree turn. He
wanted to get up, get off his LazyBoy and walk over to his patio doors to
step out on the balcony, lean out over the railing and shout out to the
world, "I AM IN LOVE. IN LOVE WITH A BEAUTIFUL ELEVEN YEAR OLD BOY AND I
DON'T GIVE A SWEET FUCKING HOOT WHAT ANYONE THINKS."

Meanwhile Ryan laying snuggle under Jason's bed spread opened his eyes and
stretched, sighing. He knew immediately where he was. He too felt really
great. He loved it when Jason had mounted him not once but twice. He could
still feel Jason panting in his ear telling him that he had a great
ass. Ryan's young body sank deeper in the soft mattress as he stretched his
limbs again. He was feeling so sexy. He wanted Jason again. He wanted to
kiss him again. I want to kiss his lips. I want to kiss him all over. I
want to see and kiss his cock. I want to see him spurt his cum just like he
spurted all over my bum and back. He snuggled down even further as he
remembered Jason's warm cum spurting all over his back and soaking his
bum. He was hoping to feel Jason's tongue on his back, on his bum cleaning
his cum off him, licking it up, slurping it. Just like he had seen a man do
to a eight year old boy in one of the videos he had downloaded on the
Internet. He sighed as he remembered beating himself off as he looked at
the eight year old's naked body squirming on the bed after the large man
had tried to penetrate and rape the young boy as he tried to force the
large mushroom head of his nine inch cock into the boy's ass. The boy was
up on his hands and knees doggy style. Crying out as he begged the man not
to do it to him. "

"Please mister" he cried out, "Ohhh please don't do
this....ohhhh...hurts....please sir stop"

And the man trying to shove his log into the young boy's small ass was
yelling as he slapped the boy's ass cheek, "You little slut..I am going to
fuck your little ass so shut the fuck up"

The man tried over and over then finally gave up grabbed his cock in one
hand and shoved the boy down flat on the bed with his other than the small
eight year old boy almost disappeared under the large horny man as the man
began to rut the boy just like Jason had done to me Ryan's body shuttered
at the thought.

He has watched the man raise up kneeling over the little boy his nine inch
cock all by itself began shooting spurting shot after shot of cum all over
the boy's small body. Ryan had leaned back in his chair, in his room in
front of his computer screen beating his cocklet. As the man came Ryan
looked down at his penis as moaning as his cocklet jumped, pulsed and
throbbed in his hand. His piss hole reminded him of his goldfish in the
fishbowl as it opened and closed it's mouth. Ryan's body shuttered as he
dry came watching the man's cock spurting rope after rope of cum.

Ryan had to witness Jason cumming. He wanted to, he had to see the cum
shooting out of his cock. Ryan's hand rubbed over his cutoffs. His cocklet
was boned up again. He had to see his lover and he smiled seductively at
himself at the use of that word 'lover, his lover'. Anyway he wanted to be
right there, his face only inches from his lover's cock as his lover's cock
spurted out its man cream. Perhaps he thought even catch some in my mouth
the way he had seen in other videos. Boys his age with man cum all over
their faces, noses. Little boys opening their mouths for the camera their
lips coated with pearl white cum. Long strings of cum dripping out of their
mouths with the angry looking man cock that had deposited it there still in
the picture inches from the boy's mouth with an elastic looking rope of cum
dripping off his cock. The boy leaning forward slurps up the dripping
string then swirls his small pink tongue around and around the large
mushroom spongy like head. And he licks the man's throbbing cock clean of
cum. Opening his small pink mouth he engulfs the head of the man's
cock. The young boy's cheeks are puffed out as he sucks on the man's
cock. The man places a large hand on the back of the boy's head pushing
him, encouraging him to take more of his cock into his mouth. Once again
the poor boy struggles as the man works himself up to another orgasm.

Ryan wanted to lick Jason's cock clean of his cum. Maybe even suck Jason
off the same way he had seen so many boys do on the Internet. He wanted to
belong to Jason to love him. Be his lover, his little boy, oh yes he
thought I want to be his lover, his boy toy. (that's what he heard a man
call a boy on one of his videos) Yes thought Ryan, I want to be his boy
toy. Then Ryan shook his head, no way he thought. I don't want to be his
boy toy. I don't want to be anyone's boy toy. He was thinking this as he
got out bed unzipping his shorts as he reached down taking off his socks
and tossing all three items on Jason's bed.

He left the bedroom thinking, 'No sir I don't want to be his boy toy'

And with the most seductive smile you could ever imagine on an eleven year
old's face,

 'I want him to be my man toy' he excitedly thought as he walked into the
hallway looking for Jason wearing nothing but those skimpy silk panties
tented at the front.


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