Date: Sun, 29 Aug 1999 03:15:48 GMT
From: Joe Camp <idc90@hotmail.com>
Subject: Bill Loves Gary

Bill Loves Gary
Codes: M/T (mast, oral)
By: Joe Camp
    idc90@hotmail.com


  Warning: The following story is a work of fiction. It is a fantasy. It
never happened, except in the author's imagination. This story contains sex
between a man and a teen boy. The author does not encourage or condone sex
between adults and children.

  If you are underage, or this is illegal where you are, you already
know what your supposed to do. If this kind of story turns you off, find
something else.

  Fiction and Real Life: This story is all fiction. The characters in this
story engage in unprotected sex. That's not real life if you want to live to
old age. The characters are a product of my imagination, and can't catch
anything unless I want them to. Any resemblance of characters to an actual
person is purely coincidental.

  The author retains the copyright of this story.  Placing this story on a
web site without the authors permission is a violation of that copyright.

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Bill Loves Gary

  I stood on the front porch watching as the garage door slid up.
Gary got on his bike and started pedaling down the drive. He
turned to wave bye, as he had done hundreds of times before. I
raised my hand in response, just as I always had.

  I watched as he pedaled to the end of the block and turned right.
Gary. Blond hair cut short. Little button nose. All 145 pounds, pure
muscle. Five feet 8 inches tall. Beautiful bubble butt. His cut dick
is a little under 6 inches hard, but he just turned 15. I watched
until he passed behind the house at the corner, before reaching into
the garage and hitting the button to close the door.

  When did it really begin, I wondered to myself as I walked into
the house. Was it two years ago when I got divorced? Or did it
begin even longer ago then that? Was it when I first met Gary as a
10 year-old kid, right after his father had walked out on them?

  I was the new volunteer at the Youth Center where Gary's
mother brought him. It was my first day too, and we were both a
little nervous. I didn't really know what I was doing, or even why
I had volunteered. It had just seemed like a good idea at the time
it presented itself. Don, a guy I used to work with, had me talked
into volunteering before I even knew what I was saying.

  We just stood there looking at each other a moment. A 30 year-
old man that didn't know anything about kids, and a shy, scrawny
10 year-old that just wanted to go home with his mom. I nodded
my head at the basketball court, and said, "Come on Gary, lets go
join the others." He held back a little until his mom put her hand
flat on his back and gave him a little nudge.

  Only 6 boys showed up that first day, so I got a ball and divided
them into teams. They played a little three on three. Gary wasn't
the best athlete, but he had spunk. By the time his mother had been
gone 15 minutes, he was running all over the court as he yelled
instructions at his teammates. I couldn't help but like the shy
kid that was so easy to draw out.

  I had volunteered for 3 afternoons a week, so it was a few days
before I returned to the center. As I walked in, Gary asked me in
a very accusing voice where I had been. I explained to him the days
I would be there, and he calmed down. He struck me as being so afraid
that all the men in his life would leave. That afternoon, as his
mother came in to pick him up, he rushed over and gave me a hug
goodbye. It was easy for Gary to become my "special boy."

  It was only a few weeks before we discovered Gary lived only
two blocks from me. His mother asked me if I would mind taking
him to the center, and dropping him off at home. Of course I
didn't mind. Gary would meet me at my house and visit with my
wife until we were ready to leave for the center.

  I was 23 when I got married, and my wife was 22. It was two
years later that we learned we would never have children, and my
wife didn't want to adopt. We lived our lives by rote. Get up in
the mornings and have breakfast before leaving for our jobs. Get
home after work and putter around until supper time.  Have
supper then watch TV until bed time. Get up the next morning
and do it all over again.

  Saturday night was the break in the routine, if you could call it
that. We would go out to a restaurant for supper, then a movie
and back home for sex. Yes, just like clockwork, once a week at
10:30 on Saturday night we had sex. 52 times a year for 10 years.
520 times we had sex on Saturday night.  After ten years of
marriage my wife informed me she had met someone new, and left.
I think her leaving was almost as hard on 13 year-old Gary as
it was on me.

  Did it start when I noticed Gary was going through puberty? Or
was it during that camping trip last year? When Gary changed into
his swimming suite right in front of me? It did do something inside
of me when I saw those few whispers of pubic hair around his limp
plump dick. Maybe it was when I thought I heard him jacking-off in
his sleeping bag that night. Or was it when he rested his hand on
my thigh a few months ago, and I got hard? I don't know.

  Gary came over this morning, just as he has every Saturday
morning for years. We piddled around, and played a few video
games. When Gary won the last game, I turned to him to kiss him
on the forehead just as I have done for so many years.

  Just as my lips were about to reach him, Gary tilted up his head
and our lips met. The chaste kiss I was intending turned to passion
as I met Gary's very kissable lips and his arms went around me.
As his lips parted, I couldn't help but slip my tongue into his
mouth. The taste of him took my breath away. I could still taste a
hint of the toothpaste he had used that morning.

  I don't know which of us was trembling more as Gary took my hand
and laid it over his hard-on. I couldn't help but give it a little
squeeze, as he sucked hard on my tongue. Fear. Pure raw fear of
what we were doing ran through me. What would his mother do if
she knew? The fear wasn't great enough to overcome the longing
as I felt his hand grope for my dick.

  I felt his hand trying to get my zipper down, and we broke our
kiss as I tried to help. His hand went in my fly and fumbled around
as he tried to free my cock. It popped free, and I was as hard as I
had ever been. I could only stare at his hand wrapped around my
hard-on. He used my dick like a lead line as he led me to the
bedroom.

  Not a word was spoken as we undressed each other. I slipped off
his Raider's tee shirt, and even though I had seen his naked chest
many times, I was seeing him with new eyes. I unfastened his
jeans, and let them drop to the floor. His briefs were tented out. I
slipped my hand under the elastic of his waistband, and gently
pulled them down. His beautiful cock was standing up proud for
me to inspect. I had to touch it and give it a caress before going
any farther.

  I knelt in front of him to untie his shoes, and his dick was just
inches from my face. I lay my cheek against it, and Gary let out a
low moan as I inhaled the smell of him. He balanced himself with
a hand on my shoulder as I removed his shoes and slipped his
pants and underwear off.

  He didn't smell dirty and I couldn't help placing a kiss on his
plump heavy nuts before raising and hugging him to me. He
quickly had me undressed and we moved to the bed.

  Gary snuggled against me and threw one leg over mine as his
hand once again wrapped around my dick. He was humping his
cock against me, and I couldn't reach it, as he started jacking me
off. My hand was rubbing up and down his back from his
shoulders down over his ass.

  I was cupping his butt cheek in my hand when I had to tense as
my cum shot from my dick. 5 - 6 shots splattered me and Gary
before I relaxed. I could feel his cock jerking against me as he
tensed and expelled his cum between us.

  We had only recovered a few moments before his lips were once
again pasted to mine. We just lay there kissing and petting each
other. It gave me time to think. Was what we had done so
terrible? Just because we were both guys did that make us bad
people? So what if Gary is only 15? He is mature for his age. He
seemed to want it just as bad as I did!

  Finally he broke our kiss and snuggled into my arms with his
head on my chest.  He was absently twirling his finger through my
chest hairs when I spoke.

  "Gary, we need to talk about" His finger was pressed against my
lips, hushing me, letting me know he didn't want to talk yet. I just
lay hugging him to me.

  The cum on us was almost dry by the time Gary stared into my
eyes and said, "Take a shower with me, please." Hand in hand we
walked naked to the bathroom.

  Gary reached in and turned on the water, holding his hand under
the stream as he adjusted the warmth. He turned the nob and the
water sprayed from the shower head. We waited a moment for the
line to warm up before stepping under the spray.

  We stood letting the spray run down our bodies as I cupped his
butt cheeks with my hands and hugged Gary to myself. I couldn't
help wondering what I was doing. Gary is just a kid. I've never
lusted after any guy. I had to admit to myself that was wrong. I
had been lusting after Gary. Even if I couldn't have admitted it to
myself at the time, I had been wanting this to happen. How many
nights had I lain in bed forcing myself to block out the image of
Gary as I jacked-off?

  Gary got the soap and started lathering me up. His hands on my
shoulders and chest felt more erotic than anything I had ever felt
before. I wanted him to touch me like that forever! He paid
special attention to my cock and balls, as he gently washed and
massaged them. Gary turned me around and washed my back. I
didn't resist as his hand slipped in my crack and washed my ass
hole. It felt a little weird when one of his fingers slipped inside me, and
I was a little shocked.

  I guess Gary could tell. He withdrew his finger and said he was
sorry. He said he thought I would like it as he enjoyed doing that
to himself. I told him not to worry about it, I just wasn't expecting
him to do that. As the water washed over us, we had a long talk.
We both admitted that we had never done that kind of stuff with a
guy before, but we both wanted to do it with each other. I told
Gary we could try anything at least once. If one of us didn't enjoy
it, we just wouldn't do that anymore.

  I quickly washed Gary, and I admit I didn't find it dirty when I
slipped my finger up his ass hole. I didn't know about finding his
prostate and massaging it then. That didn't happen until later in
the day. No, I just played awhile before tuning him around and
washing his front. I really enjoyed washing his dick and balls.  We
finally got out and tenderly dried each other before slipping on our
pants.

  I fixed us a couple of grilled ham and cheese sandwiches for
lunch, and Gary grabbed a couple of cans of root beer out of the
frig as I got the chips. We didn't need to talk during lunch. It was
enough for me to just eat and watch Gary as he would take a bite
of his sandwich and chew. I don't know why, but I was fascinated
by the way he would sip his root beer, then take a bite of his
sandwich, followed by some chips. We just smiled back and forth
at each other as we ate. The dirty dishes were stuck in the
dishwasher, and we soon found ourselves back in the bedroom
laying naked on the bed.

  I had to grin to myself as I lay hugging Gary's naked body
against me. My wife and I had never had sex during the day. It
was always late on Saturday night with the lights off, as if it was
something to be ashamed of. Well, I wasn't ashamed of Gary seeing
me, nor was I bashful about looking at his beautiful body.

  I rolled Gary onto his back and started kissing his neck. I
worked my way across his shoulders with little kisses. Down his
still hairless chest, and across to his nipple. I sucked it into my
mouth, and Gary moaned as it hardened under my tongue. Gary's
hands were on the back of my head gently pressing down as I
moved to his other nipple. It too was firm and rigid by the time I
started kissing down his abs to his belly button.  I stopped at the
little slit on his tummy, and worked my tongue into the hole. Gary
giggled so I moved on.

  I was kissing around the edge of his pubic area, wondering to
myself if I wanted to kiss there also. I decided I did. I inhaled
deeply the musky young man odor of him. He didn't smell bad at
all. I planted kisses in his sparse pubic bush.

  His cock was rigid and almost against his stomach, so I placed a
few kisses along the shaft also.  I nuzzled his nut sac and planted
kisses there before moving back to his dick. I let my tongue run
up his shaft all the way to his fat dick-head. As I licked the
swollen head Gary gave a loud groan and the word cock-sucker
popped into my mind. Every bad thing I had ever heard about the
word rushed through my mind as I decided if I was going to be a
cock-sucker.

  I let his dick slip into my mouth and Gary groaned "Oh, God,
Bill!" I didn't know what to do, but I did have enough sense not
to let my teeth scrape him. I didn't have to do anything before he
tensed and started shooting his cum into my mouth. His hands
were pushing my head down as he strained upward trying to force
more of his dick into my mouth as he shot 4 or 5 gobs of his boy
cum.  I hadn't thought about that! I didn't know what to do with
the cum. It didn't taste bad. It was a little salty, but didn't have
much taste otherwise. I just started swallowing it. I lay sucking on
his dick and massaging his balls with my hand as he relaxed and
went soft.

  We lay snuggling for a long time before Gary started kissing my
body. If this was what it felt like for him, I didn't see how he
lasted as long as he did. I was trembling with anticipation by the
time he reached my dick. He stuck his forefinger in his mouth
getting it wet with spit. He reached the puckered entrance of my
ass chute and gently slipped his finger inside me. His mouth was
wrapping around my cock as his finger touched my prostate. I
exploded with a scream! Gary gagged as I forced more of my dick
into his mouth then he could handle. Shot after shot of cum was
leaving my nuts for his mouth.  I couldn't stop shooting! It was
the hardest and longest climax of my life as I shot into my young
lover's mouth. I was straining so hard that my butt was
completely off the bed.

  I fell back onto the bed completely exhausted as my climax
released me, and Gary gently sucked and licked me clean. He
crawled up into my arms and I hugged him to me as I drifted off
to sleep. I don't know how long I slept, but Gary was still in my
arms smiling at me when I awoke. I told him I love him, and he
replied that he knew I did and he loves me too.

  We dressed and watched a little TV before it was time for him to
go home. As he was getting ready to leave, he told me he wants
us to try fucking tomorrow. Right now, I'm going to have to go
jack-off.


The End

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1999