From: an96417@anon.penet.fi (The Tinman)
Reply-To: an96417@anon.penet.fi
Date: Wed, 1 Jun 1994 06:51:01 UTC
Subject: Boy Friends (mm, pedo, cons)
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The story you are about to read contains vivid descriptions of sexual
activity between boys and between boys and men. The decision to read it is
yours and yours alone. Use your head.
*** D I S C L A I M E R ***
This story is fiction. Any resemblance to actual individuals, living or
dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Boy Friends 1
by The Tinman
I had just returned from a weekend on the coast when I met the most
extraordinary boy. Arriving on the midafternoon train I had avoided
most of the crowds that would be arriving later in the evening.
Crossing the platform I walked into the men's toilet. A boy standing at
the middle of three urinals turned and looked at me as I entered the
otherwise empty restroom. I stood in front of the urinal to his left
and proceeded to relieve myself. No sooner had I started to urinate
when I noticed the boy watching me. His head was turned slightly to the
left and he was definitely trying to see my dick. I glanced toward his
urinal and to my utter amazement the boy had an erection! He had undone
the snap on his pants, zipped open his fly, and pulled down the front of
his white undershorts. He was pressing down on the base of his stiff,
circumcised penis so that it pointed forward. My heart started pounding
at the sight of this aroused young boy. I did not know if he was aware
that I could see what he was doing, because he was looking down at my
penis. Then he looked up slightly at me. Our eyes met.
"Hi," he said simply.
"Hi!" I returned.
"Can I come with you?" he asked shyly.
"Um ..." I stammered. This was much too unexpected for me to react
with any composure. But because his eyes seemed to plead with me to say
yes, I did. "Sure, I guess so."
We left the men's room and walked through the waiting room of the
train station and out to the subway. Waiting for the subway train, I
studied this young creature. He was about as tall as my shoulders,
slim, with curly brown hair that had been grown into a little tail down
the back of his neck. He was clothed in a dirty green tee shirt that
rather clung to his shoulders and chest, revealing the young form
beneath. His dirty blue corduroy pants were almost tight on his long,
slim legs and little round butt. His white sneakers were also dirty.
He had a sweet, innocent face that had not been washed in at least a day
and bore a large blue bruise on one cheekbone. He looked like he was
about twelve years old. "Hungry?" I asked him.
"Oh, yeah!" he replied and took my hand. Embarrassed I slipped my
hand from his grasp and, noticing a look of rejection on his face, I
laid my hand on his shoulder and guided him into the crowded pizza place
near the subway entrance for a quick slice of hot pizza. He wolfed down
three huge slices while I watched and drank a beer. Few customers took
note of the nicely dressed man with the dirty young boy, eating in
silence, save for the exchange of names. He told me his name was Tim.
I told him my name was Dave. Neither had lied to the other.
We wasted no time getting to the subway and waited only a minute
before the train came. We got on the train and he fell asleep next to
me within one minute, his head resting on my shoulder while the train
rocked him gently. He looked like he had neither slept nor bathed for
two days. I would later learn the surprising story of how he had come
to meet me this fateful day.
Back at my apartment I asked him if he wanted to take a shower while
I washed his dirty clothes. He undressed in the bathroom and gave me
his clothes before getting into the shower. His little body was every
bit as cute as I had guessed. He was a perfectly proportioned slim
young boy. His crotch was naked and his almost completely limp penis
was no more than two inches long. His hairless balls hung down a bit
from his crotch. His legs were long and smooth. His buns were very
round and smooth. He showered while I put his clothes into the washer.
He came out of the bathroom wearing only the towel wrapped around his
slim waist. "You look tired," I told him. "Do you want to lie down for
a while?" He nodded his head and I led him into the bedroom. He
flopped face down onto the bed and rested his head on a pillow, his face
turned toward me. He arranged himself a bit on the bed, lifting his
hips to loosen the towel with one hand so that the entire front of his
body lay naked on my bed. The towel remained over his butt. I stroked
one warm lean calf, reminding myself that when he picked me up he had
had an erection.
"You must really be tired," I said.
"Uh, huh," he murmured quietly.
I continued to massage his calf and stared at his little butt. Oh,
if I could only see it naked up close! I imagined how beautiful it must
be - two smooth round little buns and a smooth hairless crotch between
his hairless thighs. I rubbed the back of his knee and he lay still. I
massaged his smooth thigh and looked for a reaction on his face. He
seemed very content and maybe even asleep. I stared at the towel which
covered his little butt and tried to discern the form of his buns
through the towel. I recalled the sight of his erection earlier that
afternoon and tried to imagine what this kid really wanted from me. Did
he want me to remove the towel? What then? Did he want me to touch him
and bring pleasure to what seemed to be a very tired body? Was his
penis, now naked against the sheet on my bed, erect as it was when we
first met just hours ago? Did he want me to make his fantasy come
alive? I could not imagine that he did not and worked up the boldness
to slide the towel slowly off his young body.
His boy butt was a joy to look at! I stared at the beautiful round
buns. My heart pounded in my chest at the sight of this boy's butt and
crotch. Such a beautiful vision had I never in my life seen before! I
leaned closer to savor the delicate texture of his smooth butt cheeks.
I stared at the cleft between them in hope of being able to see his
butthole. I moved my face closer to his little butt and blew air into
the crack between his pretty little buns. My eyes were glued to this
unbelievable vision of loveliness. How was it possible that this
twelve-year-old boy should wind up naked on my bed? It was too
incredible to imagine! I thought sure I would wake from some
unbelievable dream.
I shook my head and was suddenly filled with a deep love for this
naked boy here before me. He had fallen asleep. I blew air all over
his little butt and into his crack. I gently kissed each cheek.
Staring incredibly at this kid's naked butt I began ever so gently to
lick his crack, kissing the cleft after each lick. In further disbelief
I eventually pushed my tongue between his warm, smooth buttocks until I
was able to touch his young anus. My heart pounding with love for this
young boy my mind reeled as I completed the anal kiss, having pushed my
face into his butt so that I could truly kiss his little butthole and
press my tongue into his satin smooth orifice. For an eternity I was
lost in the sensuous beauty of this youngster's anus and I licked every
square millimeter of his rectal opening. I sat up and almost passed out
I became so dizzy at the intense thrill of licking this kid's butthole.
I was now certain that he wanted me to have him. I undressed and lay
down next to him, face to face so close I could feel his hot breath as
he exhaled slowly in half-sleep.
I put my arm around him and stroked his thick mane of soft hair while
I gazed at his delicate features. His skin was smooth and almost
transparent, and the awful blue bruise, which I later learned was given
to him by another boy whom he had met in the same men's room but later
turned on him, seemed to glow in the late afternoon light. I kissed his
bruised cheek and then his forehead, his eyes closed in deep slumber,
his little upturned nose, and finally his parted lips. When our lips
met he stirred and snuggled closer to me, burying his face in my
shoulder as if seeking a hiding place from the outside world. He placed
the palm of his hand on my chest where he could no doubt feel the heavy
pounding of my heart. I held him tightly and he slid his leg up over my
waist, pressing his crotch against my abdomen. He was erect.
I slid my hand down his back onto his little round butt which I
squeezed lovingly before stroking the smooth young thigh that lay on me.
I returned my hand to his butt and again squeezed him lovingly against
me. A little sigh escaped his lips and he slid his hand underneath my
arm and hugged me closer, burying his face into my neck and sighed
again. I slid my hand off his little buns and up his back to hold his
head and shoulders tight against me. I kissed the top of his head. I
imagined the love I felt for this kid would make my heart burst and I
would perish for sure. I imagined that with some unknown power I would
be able to rescue this kid from his apparently tenuous existence, so
trusting of others and vulnerable to the cruelty of the few. I vowed,
to myself, a devotion to his welfare, whether he should remain with me -
an impossibility I was sure - or disappear into the mean streets once
more, never to be heard from again. I felt a tear run down my cheek and
drop onto the boy's face, anointing the evil bruise. I hugged him
tightly and felt the boy's stiff penis press into my abdomen. We slept.
I awoke in the dark. Afternoon had given way to evening and the
curtains were bathed in the red-orange glow of sunset. I felt a small
hand on my dick. The kid's fondling had wakened me and I felt my
erection grow in his grasp. He squeezed and pulled it gently until it
was completely erect. I looked at his face and kissed each closed
eyelid. His eyes opened and two dark brown eyes looked up at me,
seeking assurance that everything was still ok. I kissed his forehead
and he closed his eyes again and let out a tiny moan.
He stirred. Still holding my stiff dick in his hand he began sliding
from my embrace down to my crotch. I rolled onto my back and he lay his
head on my abdomen, apparently studying my dick which he continued to
stroke and squeeze. He kissed the tip of my dick. I gasped when he did
this and he lifted his head and turned to look at me. I smiled at him,
speechless. That this kid wanted to make love to me ... was it
possible? He turned back to my stiff cock and I began stroking his
hair, neck, and shoulders. I felt his mouth slip over the tip of my
dick. His tongue swirled around and around, and my penis stiffened even
more in response to this exploration. Never in my wildest dreams could
I have imagined the thrill of a twelve-year-old boy sucking my dick!
Words cannot describe the joy and excitement of his gentle innocence
yielding so willingly to his natural desires and pulling me into his
blossoming eroticism! I pressed gently on the back of his head to
encourage him, to take me as much as he wanted. He sucked my penis as
deeply as his young mouth could allow. A shudder passed through my body
while his hot, wet mouth made love to my hardon. I just had to have him
at the same time!
I slowly rolled him onto the bed while I turned onto my side, taking
care not to pull my dick from his grasp. I rolled us further until the
boy was on his back, still sucking on my disk, and I was on my hands and
knees over him, his hairless genitals just inches away from me. Such a
wondrous sight! Slender, circumcised penis absolutely rigid with
adolescent sexual desire lying stiffly against his tummy, skin satiny
soft and free of the hair that puberty would soon cause to sprout on his
crotch, balls drawn up tightly against his crotch, occasionally stirring
whenever his erection lifted in anticipation of my oral caress.
I grasped the kid's hardon in one hand and admired its youthful
beauty. No longer than my index finger and just slightly larger in
diameter it stiffened even more when I took hold of it. The kid sucked
my dick deeply into his mouth and held it there, motionless while a tiny
drop of clear fluid emerged from the tip of his little organ. I touched
the tip of my tongue to the tip of his penis and spread the drop of
precum over the satiny smooth glans. As I sucked the kid's stiffy into
my mouth he lay still, my erection still firmly in his grasp, until my
lips touched the base of his organ and my nose nestled into his little
balls. Oh! what greater joy than to complete the erotic circle with
this kid, sensual beyond his years, and share the mutual excitement of
erotic love. When I started to swirl my tongue 'round and `round his
stiff organ he gradually resumed sucking on my own organ. I could feel
my orgasm drawing nearer each time the boy sucked me deeper into his hot
mouth.
I slipped his stiff cock out of my mouth and reveled in the beauty of
his adolescent genitals. His little balls now hung somewhat loosely
down into his crotch. I fondled them gently in one hand, lifting them
up so I could see what lay beyond them. The soft naked skin of his
crotch invited my gaze down between his round buns to the pink butthole
I had caressed so lovingly with my tongue earlier in the afternoon. I
leaned forward and kissed his testicles and sucked them into my mouth,
playing with them with my tongue. The kid kept sucking me and I pulled
his little balls as deeply into my mouth as possible. Then, reaching
between his legs and pulling each one back under my armpits I lifted his
butt up from the bed until I could see his splendid little anus. Such a
beautiful sight! Puckered pink rosebud tightening once, twice, three
times, then relaxing, opening slightly, inviting my kiss! Unable to
hold back the roaring inferno of love and adoration for this amazing
sexual creature I surrendered his balls and planted a kiss directly on
the kid's butthole. Ah, sweet joy of man's desiring! I tongued his
hole wildly as he sucked even harder on my penis. I fucked my tongue in
and out of his little anus, transported by the smooth satin of his
rectal opening. I thrust my tongue as deep into the youngster's butt as
I could and held it there until I though I would pass out from holding
my breath so long. I pulled back to catch my breath and just stared at
this twelve-year-old's beautiful butt. My heart ached for this kid! So
delirious with love was I that I imagined that we could somehow
transport ourselves out of this world and into another where we could
rejoice in each other's bodies forever, sharing a religious ecstasy that
mere mortals could never comprehend. Head spinning I dropped my face
back down to his testicles and sucked each of them, one after the other,
and then sucked his erect penis into my mouth again.
The boy emitted a high-pitched moan when I took his dick into my
mouth and started pumping his hips up and down, thrusting his stiffy
deeper and deeper into my mouth. He sucked me faster and faster, both
hands on my crotch, holding my dick in position for his sucking. I
reached behind him with one hand and stimulated his anal area, rubbing
his virgin ass and anus, pulling his buns apart to expose his hole more
completely to my eyes, this twelve-year-old kid's butthole absolutely
naked and exposed to my incredulous eyes! I licked my index finger and
swirled his virgin hole with saliva, pressing the tip of my finger
gently but insistently against his tight little hole until, slowly,
gradually, I penetrated his anus with my index finger until I was able
to feel the precious mound that was his prostate, which I massaged and
stimulated, exalting in the slippery, hot rectum of this youngster and
sharing with him sexual stimulation such as he had surely never in his
young life envisioned, his stiff dick in a guy's mouth, the guy's finger
in his butthole, and he sucking the guy's hard cock. He grunted while
he sucked and bounced his hips up and down, now thrashing wildly on the
bed, my finger deep in his butthole, stimulating his gland. He dug his
heels into the mattress and pushed his hips into the air, driving his
little erection as deeply into my mouth as he could, sucking my dick
faster and faster, slurping madly, intent on milking my cum from me. I
could feel my climax rising, rising, building in intensity with each
thrust of his head on my organ, him thrusting, thrusting, thrusting his
hips higher and higher, driving his boner deeper into my mouth until
finally he thrust his hips high and held them there, stiffening, then
crying sweetly "Mmmmmhhhhhhh!" as I felt his penis pulse once, twice,
then a third time and I could feel the first jet of semen shoot against
my tongue, then again, and again, powerful little jets of boycum
spraying against my tongue, his stiff adolescent penis pulsating with
orgasm, his tight young anus throbbing around my probing finger, his
sphincter throbbing, throbbing throbbing around my finger, his boner
squirting with each anal throb, squirting droplets of semen, squirting,
squirting, and with each squirt a simultaneous pulse of sphincter and
penis, the kid whimpering in sexual frenzy, his crotch pressed firmly
against my face, legs pushing, pushing, pushing his young ejaculating
genitals hard against my mouth, pumping his boyhood juices into my
mouth, we two spirits wheeling heavenward in orgasmic ecstasy! The kid
held my hard cock in my mouth while he ejaculated into mine and while
his little penis throbbed with orgasm in my mouth I exploded in his
young mouth, cumming, cumming, cumming into his face while he sucked and
drank my cum, moaning while he sucked and sucked while I came, filling
his mouth with semen. Oh! joy of joys!!! We sucked each other's
orgasms from each other, caught up in the erotic whirlwind of ecstasy, I
almost ready to burst into tears of love for this kid and he throwing
his arms around my waist and clinging tightly to me, my dick still in
his mouth, wildly sensitive to his flicking tongue. His semen in my
mouth was sweet and salty and slippery and I picked his hips up from the
bed, his legs hugging my face tightly against his crotch and fell
sideways back onto the bed, the two of us still joined, face to crotch
and crotch to face. Out of breath I released my oral grip on his penis
and sat up, my finger still in his butt.
He held tightly to my dick, turning so he could lay his head in my
lap and suck my softening penis. I caressed him gently while I caught
my breath, stroking his head with one hand and fingering his behind with
the other, and admired his beautiful young face while he sucked my dick
lovingly, petting and stroking it and now and then letting it slip out
of his mouth so he could look at it. His ruby lips glistened with my
cum and, finally pulling my finger from his butthole, I caught his head
in my hands and drew him close to me and kissed him, our tongues delving
into each other's mouths, our cum mixing, creating a magic potion which
we drank deeply. Now drunk with ecstasy we fell back onto the bed and
hugged. I marveled at the slender young boy I held so closely and
rolled onto my back so he was lying on top of me. I stroked this
beautiful kid's shoulders, back, and butt, squeezing the soft mounds of
flesh and fingering his little butthole once more, gently. He kissed my
cheek and hugged my neck tightly. I rolled him sideways so he lay next
to me and embraced him until once more, our post-orgasmic glow melting
into sweet memory, he slipped into a deep slumber, safe in my arms, safe
from the world, and safe in our secret intimacy.
He was gone when I awoke. The room was dark, silent, save for the
whisper of the cool nighttime breeze that rustled the curtains in the
bedroom. I groped around the bed in the dark, searching, hoping to find
him curled up at the edge of the bed. Not finding him I turned on the
light beside the bed. He was really gone.
I got out of bed and pulled on my underwear. Surely he must be in
the kitchen, or bathroom, or somewhere in the apartment. Yes, he must
be asleep on the couch in the living room. Yes, that's it! I quickly,
quietly tiptoed downstairs and turned on the hall light. He was not
asleep on the couch in the living room. He was not in the bathroom. He
was not in the kitchen. He was gone!
His clothes! I had washed his only clothes, so how could he have
left without anything to wear? I checked the dryer and, sure enough,
they were gone. He had gotten up without waking me, found his clean,
dry clothes in the dryer, dressed, and left without me hearing him. My
heart sunk with the realization that the young boy to whom I had just
hours ago secretly sworn love and devotion was gone. The delicate young
soul, now as before coursing through a world that could be unfriendly
and hurtful, who had sought warmth and intimacy from a stranger, who had
yielded his erotic self to the one man among thousands, no tens of
thousands, who would embrace his young body without rejection of his
valid sexual drive, this young boy was now gone as if he had never even
existed. I wandered back upstairs, turning off lights behind me, and
lie down on the bed in the dark. I grieved for the loss of this
man-child.
I lay awake for what seemed like hours. My soul was rocked this way
and that as my mind searched in half-sleep for a rational explanation
for all that had happened since that afternoon, from our meeting in the
unclean men's room of the train station, to our unimaginably erotic
escape from the world in the very bed where I now lay, to his unnerving
disappearance into a world treacherous with non-acceptance of boy-lovers
and their young companions. Grief lapsed into worry. Was he returning
to the place where he had received that nasty bruise on his cheek? What
dangers was he facing? Would he remember me with fondness and longing
or would he be turned against me by those who would manipulate him to
believe a lie, that there was no such thing as erotic love between man
and boy? Worry turned to terror. Had I been tricked? Had this boy
been an instrument of capture for the vulnerable man who acknowledged
the erotic affection of a twelve-year-old boy? What would the hours,
days, weeks that lie before me bring? In nightmarish half-sleep I saw
myself drowning in a reeling whirlpool of unknown horrors as our
fragile, loving encounter was transformed into one of dirtiness and
evil.
Then came the knock on the door.
I sat bolt upright in bed, heart thundering. Who, oh, who could be
at my door at this time of this particular night? Unsure whether I was
still in dream or whether this unfolding nightmare was reality itself I
got out of bed, pulled on a bathrobe, and descended the dimly lit stairs
to my fate. I turned the knob and opened the door. I stood face to
face with a cop. Beyond him, in the backseat window of a patrol car, I
recognized the face of the boy to whom I had entrusted myself hours ago.
I nearly fainted.
Boy Friends 2
by The Tinman
"Good evening, sir. Sorry to wake you, but I need to ask you a
couple questions," he stated evenly.
"Yes," I managed to reply. "What is it?"
"I have a boy here who says he knows you."
"Yes ..."
"Can you tell me your relationship with him?"
"Uh ... why do you ask?"
"No particular reason, sir. Just want to be sure the boy's telling
the truth."
"Well, I ..."
"Uncle Dave! Uncle Dave!" Tim had bolted from the patrol car and
ran up the walkway, pushed his way past the officer, and threw his arms
around me. "Mom and dad had a big fight again and dad says he's gonna
leave again and they were screaming and hollering and mom was crying and
dad was real mad and banging doors and made me go to my room and I got
mad and ran away and ..." He was sobbing.
"I'm sorry, officer, I didn't know what happened. I thought he was
in some kind of trouble."
"No, I just found him at the train station and I was certain he was a
runaway."
I thanked the officer for bringing him "home" and he left after
giving me a small duffel bag of Tim's possessions. I closed the door
and a world of terror vanished behind it.
Tim and I went into the kitchen. He was silent. I poured each of us
a glass of milk. I was still shaking.
"Tim, what happened? Why did you leave?"
He wouldn't look at me. He mumbled something I couldn't understand.
"What did you say?"
"I said I just wanted to get my stuff. I was gonna come back.
You're not gonna make me leave, are you?"
"Oh, no! Of course not!" I knelt down beside him and hugged him.
He hugged me back. Tears still flowed down his cheeks. "I didn't know
what had happened. I was so worried. I was so, so worried." I didn't
tell him that some of that worry was about myself.
Thus consoled with hugs and milk (both of us!) he related to me the
story of the past two days that had brought him into my life. He told
me about his friend Louis. He told me about his mom finding him and
Louis naked in his bedroom. He told me about the argument with his
parents when he told them he was gay. He told me about running away and
sleeping in the train station for two nights. He told me about the
older boy who had befriended him, seduced him, then punched him in the
face right after they had sex, giving him that dreadful bruise. He told
me he just wanted to get his stuff from the locker at the train station
so he could stay with me. Then he was silent. He looked at me with
pleading eyes, red from crying. My heart broke for him. This tender
young boy so unfairly thrust into a world of hate and intolerance. I
nearly burst into tears myself at his plight and - not knowing whether I
could even make good on my promise - I told him he could stay with me.
That I would take care of him, protect him. That I loved him. We
embraced. I carried him up to the bedroom, turning off lights behind
us. We undressed and got into bed. He snuggled up beside me, naked,
and was soon fast asleep. I slept, too, not yet realizing what
incredible challenges the future held for both of us.
We slept late. I had only one class on Mondays and that wasn't until
two o'clock in the afternoon, so I could afford the luxury of sleeping
in. Summer semester didn't usually present a very demanding teaching
schedule and I was usually able to keep Fridays free and at least Monday
mornings. And this particular Monday morning I was very glad to be able
to lie in bed as long as I wanted because beside me lay the sleeping,
naked figure of a young boy.
I sat up in bed and gazed at the delicate male creature that had
sought refuge in me. He was lying on his back, one arm flung to the
side of the bed, the other lying at his side. His soft brown hair was
mussed up and fell back away from his forehead. I studied his face:
narrow with a high forehead, clear olive complexion, soft brown
eyebrows, long eyelashes, slender, straight nose, thin lips that curled
up at the corners, and a small but strong chin - the cute boyish
features that would surely mature into those of a handsome man. I
stroked the bruised cheek gently, no longer purple but now a deep red, a
sure sign of imminent healing. My eyes traveled down to his neck and
smooth chest and small pink nipples. The sheet lay across his taut
abdomen, covering his legs and groin. I grasped the edge of the sheet
and slowly pulled it down to reveal the boy's crotch.
His right foot was pulled up to his left knee and his testicles hung
down into his crotch. His small penis was limp and lay on his right
thigh. Such a beautiful thing to behold, the hairless genitals of a
young boy! I took hold of the kid's balls and fondled them gently,
rolling them around in his scrotum. The silken purse held a treasure of
erotic delight, both for him and for me. Then I let his testicles hang
loosely between his thighs and carefully lifted his soft penis. I
smiled to myself and admired this precious prize: a slim sausage,
circumcised, with a smooth pink glans and tiny opening at the tip. To
think that the night before this cute little organ had been stiff as
gristle, in my mouth, and ejaculating! So simple a thing that could
bring two people such indescribable pleasure! I cupped the kid's balls
and dick in my hand and squeezed gently. His penis started to stiffen,
first becoming rubbery in my hand, then stretching and hardening until
it was almost as long as my index finger. I let his erection emerge
between thumb and forefinger and squeezed my hand around his balls and
the base of his penis, then released his balls and started masturbating
him.
The kid slept while I played with his hardon. Perhaps he was
dreaming of Louis. Or of me! I encircled his penis with thumb and
forefinger just below the glans where I knew the erotic sensations would
be greatest and started moving my hand up and down. I stared at the
stiff little rod that I was jacking off, stared at the lovely pink glans
and at the adorable little hole that opened and closed slightly with
each up and down movement of my hand. His little dick was completely
hard. I masturbated him with a steady rhythm, up and down, up and down,
squeezing the tip gently with each upward stroke. I masturbated him the
way I would masturbate myself, drawing maximum sexual pleasure into his
loins, his testicles, his erect penis. His scrotum tightened, pulling
his little balls up against his crotch. Oh, what a beautiful thing to
behold! This twelve-year-old kid's hairless crotch, his delicate,
silken scrotum wrinkling with excitement, his slick-smooth penis stiff
with sexual arousal! My own penis was stiff and perilously close to his
hand, for if his hand were to contact my erection even slightly I would
surely cum. I continued the steady masturbation and gazed at his face.
He dreamt. His eyes darted back and forth beneath gentle, closed
eyelids. His lips parted slightly and his breathing quickened to a
little pant. His penis stiffened in my hand, lifting slightly once,
then again. The panting became more urgent, his eyes darting rapidly
back and forth. He's panting, panting, panting and his little dick
tightens more and more. I stare at his erection while I jack it up and
down, his little boy panting music in my ears, until ... he gasps,
holds his breath, and a squirt of kidcum shoots from his penis all the
way up to his chin, then another squirt, and another, thin droplets of
semen shooting onto his smooth, muscular chest, his held gasp now
escaping in a long sigh of pleasure and release as he ejaculates,
shooting a thin stream of boycum over his chest and abdomen, pearls of
liquid youth gushing from the most beautiful of fountains! Thus
enraptured I am suddenly, uncontrollably, ejaculating on the boy's hand,
carried away in mutual sympathetic orgasm with this boy! And then his
hand takes hold of my ejaculating penis and squeezes, causing me to drop
my face against his chest, his young cum hot and slippery on my cheek,
his heart pounding in my ears while I cum helplessly into his hand! Oh,
miracle of miracles! Love and surrender in shared orgasm!
As if in supernatural communication we held each other's organs
tightly, slipping slowly from the ecstacy of erotic explosion into the
warm embrace of orgasmic afterglow, where we remained, silent, meaning
exchanged only in the relaxation of our breathing. I kissed his tummy
and savored his sweet semen. Tim, I swear to myself, no harm shall come
to you if it is within my power. I swear myself to your protection.
Tim, sweet gay boy, Tim, face life with courage! You are not alone! I
lifted my head from his chest and looked at him, still holding his
penis, now limp, and he still holding mine. I smiled and shook my head
in disbelief. Tim opened his eyes and smiled back, then lifting his
head from the pillow kissed me on the lips and dropped back, smiling.
His lips glistened with his own cum. I kissed him and we shared his
semen between our lips. I released his genitals and hugged him tightly.
He threw his arms around my neck and we kissed long, savoring every
molecule of his boycum. Sometime later, I don't know when, we returned
to the pedestrian reality of sweat-soaked, cum-sticky bedsheets and we
both agreed that it was time to get up.
That evening I had determined that he must inform his parents that he
is well and safe, even if he had no intention of returning to them. We
discussed his situation over breakfast and again after I returned from
my only class that day. His father hated him, he was convinced, and
would not let his "faggot kid" live under his roof. His mom he wasn't
too sure about. She was a little freaked out when she walked in on him
and his friend Louis naked in his bedroom ("doing exercises," he told
her, hoping she would not notice their erections), but didn't really get
mad like his dad.
I explained to him how common it is for parents to react like that
and suggested that, if he wanted to have peace at home, he would have to
return on his own terms: they must love him as a gay son or not at all.
I was impressed with how he was able to grasp this situation so well but
then again I'd always believed that being gay imbued a person with a
certain degree of giftedness. Tim was proof.
Needless to say the phone call did not go over well. Mom was
relieved to know he was ok, but dad was irrational and would have
nothing to do with him. What kind of parent could abandon such a sweet
boy so readily, I wondered. Then again, dad was probably trying to face
down the most frontal assault on his sexual security he would ever
experience (what would he tell the guys at work?). This was going to
take some time. In the meantime, Tim would remain with me - with his
mother's implicit permission, even though Tim didn't tell her who I was
or where I lived. At least she was still able to communicate with Tim
on the important things. His well-being was secure for the present.
Dinner was barbecued hamburgers. Tim talked incessantly. So much
that he had wanted to talk about before but which has remained bottled
up by his repressive surroundings now came pouring out. He told me a
lot about his friend Louis.
Louis was also gay. He and Louis went to the same school and had
been friends since they were 7. They had engaged in the usual sexual
exploration that little boys do, but neither had acquired the shell of
denial that prevented their sexual feelings for each other from
surfacing. Of course, boys that age don't feel the passion that stirs
older boys and men, but they do feel the innate, instinctive need for
sexual arousal and contact. Tim told me about the time when he slept
over at Louis' house. They slept in the same bed and after the lights
had been turned out, Tim felt a warm hand on his crotch. Louis was
"feeling him out" and Tim experienced his first erection. They snuggled
each other like teddy bears all night. They were both eight years old.
Tim was amazingly frank and uninhibited with me. I tried to be
equally frank and uninhibited with him, as I think I can be, but there
are still years of self-loathing to be shed before I can be really
comfortable with a boy like Tim. Nonetheless, I was determined not to
let my grown-up hangups infect his precious, innocent self. He should
grow up knowing sex to be good, not naughty as I had been taught. So,
as my cock grew hard while he told me about their after-dark
explorations, I didn't hide it or act embarrassed.
We polished off almost a quart of ice cream for dessert and then
snuggled on the couch watching a movie I had rented. It was one of my
favorite movies when I was a kid, "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles." I
don't think he enjoyed it as much as I did when I was his age. He
thought the costumes looked too fake. I thought they looked authentic -
you could actually tell they were costumes and not digi-graphic
afterdressing. Oh, well, they just don't make movies like they used to.
I felt at peace with Tim. I lay on my side on the couch, my head
propped up on one arm. He lay in front of me, his little round butt
snuggled back against my crotch. His head lay on a pillow just beneath
my chin. I held him close with my other arm, my hand beneath his tee
shirt on his smooth chest. Every once in a while my cock, largely stiff
thoughout the movie, would push itself against his behind. The first
time it did that he turned and smiled mischievously and wriggled his
butt back against my hardon. I slid my hand down his warm, smooth chest
and abdomen and onto the crotch of his sweat pants where I discovered to
no surprise that he was also hard. I kissed him on the forehead and we
watched the movie like this, every once in a while checking and
confirming each other's continuous state of sexual arousal.
We showered after the movie. Together, of course. I scrubbed him
from head to toe, and every square millimeter of his smooth young body
was a delight to look at and touch. He stood under the steady stream of
hot water with a goofy smile on his face while I shampooed his hair.
Then lathering up some soap on my hands I gently washed his pretty face.
Holding the back of his head with one hand I scrubbed his forehead with
the pads of my fingertips, then softly scrubbed his cheeks, eyelids,
nose, ears, mouth, chin, and neck. He let his head drop back, cradled
in my hand, and smiled dreamily while I cleansed his adorable face.
Glancing down between his legs I saw that his little dick was partly
erect. Oh, I was definitely in love with this kid! I turned him around
and rinsed his head under the shower, then proceeded to lather his back.
With both hands I massaged his shoulders with the slippery soap suds.
Then I washed each arm and hand, meticulously scrubbing every finger.
Returning to his shoulder I continued the massage down his back until I
reached his round little buns. I squatted down so I was face to butt
with him and gave his buttcheeks a soapy massage. Looking up I saw that
he was obviously enjoying himself. His head was still tossed back and
he still had that silly smile on his face. I continued to massage his
slim hips and butt, then, gathering fresh lather, soaped each slender,
slippery thigh and calf before returning to his butt, my left hand
lathering the outside of his left thigh and hip, my right hand soaping
the inside of his thigh, gradually working my way up to his perineum,
and then back along the tender ridge of flesh to his anus which I
fingered gently, spreading his buns enough to see the cute little rectal
opening and cleaning the circle of pink-brown anal skin. Then I
repeated the procedure, holding his right hip with my right hand and
slipping my left hand up along the inside of his right thigh, up to the
precious anal target. Having thus cleansed the boy from behind I stood
and turned his back into the shower to rinse the soap from his body.
Gathering fresh lather I soaped his smooth chest, pausing to make
circles over each nipple with my thumbs until I felt each one become
erect. Then, squatting down once more I soaped his abdomen, enjoying
the slick skin of his torso before continuing down each thigh, scrubbing
his kneecaps, then shins, then each foot. Finally I slid my hands up
each slippery leg until I reached his genitals. With fresh lather I
gently cleaned his balls and penis. As I massaged his stiff, slippery
organ I looked up to see him gazing down at me, still with that
silly-looking smile that assured me that all was well with the world. I
massaged his hairless genitals, slippery with soap, for about a half a
minute, rolling his little balls as if scrubbing them inside their pouch
and pulling his erect penis forward to slide a soapy hand over the
hairless pubic area where there would soon be a patch of soft hair.
Now thoroughly clean I stood and turned him into the spray to rinse
the front of his body. Then while I shampooed my hair and washed my
face, he scrubbed my back. While I washed my arms I felt his small
hands massaging my butt and moments later soapy fingers were penetrating
my crack. I felt a single slippery fingertip probe my hole, not daring
to enter. Then he scrubbed the backs of my legs and I turned around so
he could scrub the front. Working his way up my thighs he soon held my
balls in one hand while he soaped up my dick - erect, of course -
sliding his slippery fist up and down the shaft and scrubbing the tip
with a thumb. I gazed lovingly at Tim while his eyes were focused on my
stiff cock. I wished I could enter his mind to discover what thoughts
roamed therein while he held my sex organs. At that moment he looked up
at me and smiled. I smiled at him. Perhaps we could enter each other's
psyches after all, if not directly then indirectly, our mutual arousal a
channel of communication. I turned into the shower and rinsed. We
toweled off and got into bed.
Boy Friends 3
by The Tinman
I lay on my back and Tim lay next to me, his head on my chest facing
my crotch. He held my erect penis in his hand and jacked it up and
down. I stroked his hair with one hand and with the other stroked up
and down his side, from his shoulder down to his hip, occasionally
pausing to squeeze his buttcheek. After a minute or two of this silent
masturbating and caressing Tim moved his head closer to my penis until
he finally kissed the tip. With gentle pressure on the back of his head
to show my approval he sucked the tip of my erection into his mouth.
The feel of his hot little mouth on my hardon made me moan with pleasure
and I squeezed his shoulder lovingly. I could feel his hot, wet tongue
flicking across the glans and probing the hole. Ah, such sweet, tender
loving from the mouth of a boy! I was sure I would cum right then, but
I held back to give him the pleasure of sucking me as long as possible.
One hand on the back of his head I placed the other on his cheek and
cuddled his head while he sucked my dick. "Oh, Tim!" I cooed, "that
feels so nice! You make me so happy!"
Tim withdrew his mouth from my hardon and replied, "I love you, too!"
and then continued sucking. My heart soared at the sound of those words
from his mouth which now held my erect penis. `Yes, Tim,' I thought, `I
love you, too. More than you will ever know.' My heart pounded with
love for this kid and I thrilled at the thought of our shared lust for
each other. Now, I, too, was hungry for his sex. "Tim, straddle my
face so I can suck you while you suck me." Tim immediately positioned
his crotch directly over my face and dangled his little balls near my
lips and then resumed blowing me.
I gazed in wonder at the miracle that hovered just inches above my
face. His little dick was straight and stiff and a tiny drop of pre-cum
oozed from the tip. His ballsack was tight against his crotch. The
beautiful curves of his butt were silhouetted against the ceiling
beyond. His buttcheeks were open just enough to where I could see his
butthole. I placed my hands on his bottom and pulled his cheeks apart
so I could stare at his beautiful anus. And what a vision it was!
Small pink pucker, so clean and tight! I pulled his butt down against
my face until his balls rested on my chin and his cheeks caressed mine.
I pressed the tip of my tongue against his hole. He relaxed and sat
down against my probing tongue. Nestling his butt down against my mouth
he sucked my dick deeper into his mouth. I could feel an orgasm
building deep inside my crotch. I started masturbating him with one
hand while I tongue-fucked his butthole.
Tim started sucking harder, bobbing his head up and down on my dick.
He really only was able to get the tip and about a quarter of the shaft
into his mouth, but that was more than enough to drive me wild. His
insistent sucking, sucking, sucking were drawing me closer and closer to
orgasm. I masturbated his stiff dick faster and faster in response to
his quickening sucking. I had pushed my tongue into his hole and could
feel his sphincter relax to let me in as I probed more deeply. The
deeper I tongued his hole, the harder he pressed his butt against my
face. I thrilled at the sight of this kid's butt in my face, my tongue
deep in his anal opening and my dick in his mouth while I jacked him
off. He started moaning, little groans of erotic submission with the
approach of his own orgasm. He sucked me more and more fervently,
pulling my hard dick as deeply into his mouth as he could manage, his
tongue flicking back and forth, up and down, probing the hole, one hand
on the shaft and the other holding my balls, sucking, sucking, sucking
until I could hold back no longer and with an indescribable orgasmic
explosion started shooting, shooting, shooting into his mouth, my face
deeply buried in his pretty butt, my tongue in his hole, rimming this
kid as he'd never been rimmed before, jacking him off while I licked his
butthole! He sucked greedily, drinking the cum from my ejaculating
penis, sucking harder and driving me to peaks of sensation I had never
before experienced! And just when I thought I could stand his hot
little mouth no longer he began to grunt, "Mmmphh, mmmphhh, mmmphhh!"
and I felt his sphincter pulse once, then again, then again, that tight
ring of rectal muscle contracting in orgasm, and with each rectal pulse
his penis throbbed and a jet of boycum squirt into my hand while I
masturbated him, each hot blast of semen pumped out hard by his
orgasming organs, pumping, pumping, pumping, his butthole pulsing,
pulsing, pulsing, his little cock throbbing with ejaculation, slippery
hot cum lubricating my hand while I jerked his stiff organ up and down
while it throbbed in my hand, spraying boycum with each throb! Tim
squirmed and moaned but I held him tight. We were complete! I orgasmed
with my penis in his mouth and he orgasmed with my tongue in his anus, a
perfect erotic circle rejoicing in each other's sensual gifts! We held
each other in oral orgasmic embrace until finally his genitals no longer
pulsated and mine no longer produced semen and then we held each other
even longer until at last he rolled off of me and rotated quickly to
kiss me. My tongue, seconds ago deep in his anus, now darted into his
mouth and we shared the taste of my cum. I broke our kiss for a moment
to lick his cum from my hand and then kissed him again, our cum mingling
in our mouths! He moaned in ecstacy, hugging me tightly! I held him
like I never wanted to let him go, which I did not. Oh, Tim! My dear,
dear Tim! I held him tightly and felt our hearts pound in unison. Such
love surely has no equal! I reached over to turn out the lights and
sometime later we faded into sleep and I dreamt more sweetly than ever
before in my life.
I never expected that I'd see the kid that had given Tim that awful
bruise, but by the same token I never expected that Tim would react the
way he did when I did see him.
We had slept well and when I awoke Tim was cuddled up next to me, his
face buried in my armpit, one hand on my chest. He awoke when I kissed
his forehead, but we didn't get out of bed until much later. We both
lay in bed, alternately sleeping and waking, hugging, caressing, and,
occasionally, fondling each other. A shower and a hot breakfast got us
ready for our first outing. Tim needed clothes.
Macy's was as crowded as usual. We took our time choosing two
shirts, two pairs of shorts, a pair of pants, athletic socks, underwear,
and a pair of sneakers. I was happy just to watch him model all sorts
of outfits. He seemed to have a knack for finding clothes that showed
off his slender young body very nicely. As much as I would have
preferred, I didn't let him get the tight shorts that revealed his
genitals in spandex profile (`Won't you be embarrassed if you get a
hardon and everyone can see it?'). But the tight soft-fabric jeans that
clung to his round little butt were ok by me! I was so taken with him I
hardly even noticed the other nice-looking boys shopping with their
mothers. But Tim did and felt a need to point them out to me. He even
said `hi' to one particularly cute youngster about his age. The kid
smiled at him, then at me, and returned the `hi.' Shopping was fun.
After leaving Macy's we stopped to get ice cream. That is, one of us
got ice cream and one of us carried shopping bags. Walking down the
avenue Tim got ahead of me when I paused to balance the load and just as
I looked up I saw a boy about six inches taller than Tim, apparently
hanging out with one of his buddies, stick out his foot and deliberately
trip Tim. Just as I was about to run forward to protect my young
friend, Tim leapt to his feet, shoved the other boy against the side of
the building, held him there, and whispered something to him before
backing off. The boy looked at his friend, then at Tim, and said,
"Sorry, dude, accident." He and his friend walked away while I stood in
amazement.
"What was that all about?" I asked Tim while his assailant
disappeared into the crowds.
"That was that kid I told you about, the one that hit me after I
sucked him," he replied. His voice was steady, full of confidence.
"I saw him deliberately trip you. I was sure there was going to be a
fight."
"I just did what you told me."
I had forgotten our conversation the other night about boys who want
to have sex with other boys but are too chicken to admit it to
themselves. I didn't remember giving any particularly good advice.
"And, what was that?"
"I just stood up for myself and told him that if he wanted I'd tell
his friend that he let me suck him off and if he had any balls he'd tell
his friend himself."
Tim, I thought to myself, you are not only beautiful, but smart and
courageous, too. I grabbed his head in a hammerlock and rubbed his head
with my knuckles. "There's only one kid with balls around here as far
as I can tell!" He beamed.
That evening Tim had arranged a visit with his friend Louis. He was
afraid that Louis might be in trouble because he had run away and it was
because the two of them had been playing naked the previous week. I had
misgivings about having his friend of unknown trustworthiness come here,
but Tim assured me that Louis would not tell on him. Having gained
considerable respect for his ability to handle himself and deal with
people, I agreed that it would be alright to bring Louis over, even
though I was not totally convinced it was a good idea. But, as I
thought it over, I realized that Louis was Tim's special friend, his
only sexual friend before he met me, and that friendship needed special
care. And, after all, I believed that Tim had earned my trust and
should be entrusted. He gave me a hug and a wet kiss on the cheek when
I said yes.
Tim had gone to meet Louis at the park and was gone for about an hour
before the two of them returned. I in the meantime was to arrange
dinner and download a movie or two for the evening's entertainment. I
was stirring tomato sauce for spaghetti when I heard the knock on the
door. When I opened the door and saw the two tee-shirt-and-shorts-clad
youngsters, I almost dropped the saucepan to the floor!
I wasn't at all prepared for Louis. I guess I really hadn't given
much thought to what sort of boy Louis was, assuming he was just another
Tim. He was the same age as Tim , but a good four inches taller. He
was slim like Tim, but without the nice athletic definition of Tim's
arm, leg, and - as I would see later - chest muscles. Instead he had a
childlike delicacy on an adolescent's frame. As fate would have it he
was blond-haired, blue-eyed, and exceptionally cute with a quick and
easy smile that surely made him instant friends. No wonder Tim liked
him!
"Well, come on in and make yourselves homely!" I said, trying to
conceal my admiration for Tim's friend. "My name's Dave. You must be
Louis."
"Hi!" Louis replied, flashing that smile that won my instant
friendship.
"C'mon in, man! I'm starvin'!" Tim escorted Louis to the table
without bothering with anything as redundant as introductions or
anything. The boys sat down and turned to me expecting immediate
service.
"Uh, I think we'll wait until the spaghetti's cooked before we eat.
Why don't you guys wash up and we'll eat in about fifteen minutes." I
watched as the boys disappeared into the hallway, noticing Louis' perky
round butt. Ah, yes, I would have a hard time concentrating on the
movie tonight. I resolved to behave myself and play father figure as
best I knew how. Dinner preparations kept me occupied while Tim showed
Louis around. Unfortunately I couldn't hear what Tim said to Louis that
made them both giggle so much. I would learn that, and much more, as
the evening wore on.
Dinner involved lots of talking, joking, and occasional airborne
globules of spaghetti sauce. If I hadn't had the inexplicable foresight
to cloak each of them in a large cloth napkin it would have been
necessary to do laundry after dinner, and, realizing that, quickly
regretted my foresight. After they helped clear the table I ordered
both of them back into the bathroom to clean faces and hands of errant
sauce. As I loaded the dishwasher I heard the sound of the shower
running. I resisted every temptation to peak into the bathroom to see
what was going on. I concentrated instead on cleaning anything I could
find and then did a quick scan on the movies I'd loaded, anything to
keep my mind from wandering into the bathroom and my dick from wandering
out of my shorts. The shower stopped and was followed by chatter and
giggling, neither intelligible. I poured sodas for each of us and sat
on the couch just as Tim and Louis, barefoot and shirtless, emerged from
the bathroom. They flew onto the couch, Tim next to me and Louis next
to him. Tim looked up at me and smiled mischievously. I was done for!
Tim snuggled close to me, draping one slender leg over mine,
spreading his crotch wide. His short shorts barely concealed the
delightful little organ I knew so well. Louis lay back against the
pillow on the end of the couch, legs pulled up, toes tucked under Tim's
thigh. I admired his lovely, long, hairless legs. His shorts didn't
quite conceal everything, because I could follow the smooth skin of his
thigh with my eyes all the way up into his shorts to where thigh and
scrotum met in tender transition. I reached for the remote and turned
up the heat up a few degrees so the boys wouldn't get cold and then
pressed another button to start the movie.
I watched absent-mindedly. Tim and Louis were too much of a
distraction for me. I had one arm around Tim and the other hand had
found itself on his thigh draped over my leg. I rubbed his thigh,
massaging it gently from his knee up along the soft smooth skin of his
inner thigh until I reached the hem of his shorts and then back again.
Tim and Louis exchanged a glance. While I continued the slow massage
Tim slipped his hand up along Louis' calf and squeezed. Louis extended
both legs across Tim's lap and the slender young calf that had been in
Tim's hand was now in mine. I massaged Louis' calves gently, first one,
then the other, before moving to to his feet. Tim was rubbing Louis'
thighs, stroking as I had his own thighs up from the knees along the
smooth hairless inner thigh up to and just inside the hem of his shorts,
not quite reaching his crotch. Both boys appeared to be watching the
movie but I suspected their concentration lay elsewhere.
Then, at some point, Louis looked at Tim and reaching up with one
hand grasped his arm, pulling him toward him. Tim lay down next to
Louis, nestled between the back of the couch and his young friend.
Louis turned his back to Tim, placing his pretty round butt against
Tim's groin. Tim flexed his legs, first pushing his crotch forward
against Louis' behind, then pushing his butt back against my side. Tim
put his arm around Louis, pulling him close and Louis held Tim's arm
against his naked chest. Both boy's legs were stretched across my lap,
their butts nestled beside me. Throughout this maneuver I had not
lifted my hand from Louis' leg and now I continued the slow, gentle
stroking, but now past his knee and up along his smooth thigh to the hem
of his shorts and on to his hip, reaching the waistband before returning
along the length of his long legs to his calf. He sighed and pressed
his butt back against Tim's crotch one more time.
We watched the remainder of the movie like this, occasionally
shuffling just a bit to make ourselves slightly more comfortable. I
alternated between the two boys, massaging first Louis' legs, and then
Tim's. At one point Tim looked back at me, withdrawing his crotch from
Louis' warm behind, and smiled. As my hand worked its way up along his
thigh and up to the waistband of his shorts, I let it drift down into
the space he had created, pressing my palm against his crotch and
finding an erect penis beneath soft cotton fabric. I smiled, squeezing
his erection gently, and he pressed his crotch forward, capturing my
hand between his hard little dick and Louis' round buns. He thrust his
hips forward, driving his penis into the palm of my hand and the back of
my hand into the crack between Louis' plush buttcheeks. Louis looked
back at me and smiled, the same smile that had captivated me when we
first met. He reached down briefly and pulled the front of his shorts
forward, apparently rearranging what lay beneath. Tim relaxed and I
withdrew my hand, slipping it back along his lean thigh and then over to
Louis' thigh. I stroked upward along the front of his thigh and onto
his hip where Tim reached down and took hold of my wrist and guided my
hand onto Louis' crotch. I felt a small bulge. His penis was hard. I
held my hand flat against his crotch and Tim thrust his hips once more,
driving his penis against the crack of Louis' butt and Louis' stiff
penis against the palm of my hand. I took hold of the kid's cock and
massaged it gently for a few moments before Tim let go of my wrist and I
returned my hand to Louis' soft thigh.
Tim looked back at me again. "What if we got undressed?" he asked.
"Ok by me!" I replied, trying not to sound too eager. "Louis?"
Louis rotated onto his back and looked at us. He was such a darling
kid. Pretty face, skinny body, and an obvious erection in his shorts.
I wanted to lick him like a popsicle, catching every drip. "Ok," he
said.
Tim got up immediately and dropped his shorts. Clearly he was the
eager one! I stood up and pulled off my shirt, then pants, then, as
Louis watched carefully, my underwear.
"See?" Tim asked his friend. Louis' eyes widened in response. I
was beginning to figure out what the giggling in the bathroom was about.
Louis stood up and slipped off his shorts. He was as beautiful as I
had suspected. His stiff cock, just a little longer than Tim's, stood
up straight from his crotch. His hairless balls hung down between his
legs. A small patch of thin blonde pubic hair grew above the base of
his penis. He looked down at his dick, then at mine. My cock was
completely erect. The boys exchanged a glance once more and then Tim
took hold of my dick. "You first!" he said to Louis. I was astonished
to see Louis drop to his knees in front of me and start sucking the tip
of my dick. I gave a look of surprise to Tim and he said, "It's ok,
isn't it?"
"Oh sure! You bet!" I mussed his hair. "Whatever you guys want to
do is ok by me!"
Tim got down on his knees and fondled my balls while Louis sucked my
cock. I placed a hand on each boy's head and stroked their hair
lovingly. I could hardly believe that this was happening! Two
beautiful boys, beautiful in face and in body and in innocent eroticism!
Both abandoning any fear or apprehension to play freely, indulging
themselves in their natural desires, giving and taking pleasure from one
another! My cock throbbed with joy as these two kids took turns sucking
it. What greater joy was there to experience than the excitement of
sexual abandon!
Feeling myself drawing near to an orgasm I determined it was time for
something else. "Now let me suck you guys!"
"Ok!" Tim replied and stood up. I dropped to my knees and took
Tim's stiff little cock into my mouth. While I sucked it I could feel
Louis handling my balls. He was on his knees next to me, watching me
suck Tim's penis. I put an arm around Louis' waist and hugged him
against Tim and me. He held my cock while I explored his butt and
sucked Tim's dick. Louis' buns were soft and round and I took turns
squeezing each one, feeling below them down into his crack and crotch,
tickling his balls between his legs, then pulling a finger back against
his crotch and into his crack until I felt his tight little butthole.
All this while he watched me suck his friend's hardon, playing with his
balls with one hand and holding my stiff cock with the other. I wiggled
my finger against his butthole, pressing my fingertip just barely into
his tight anus and squeezing his little round buttcheek. He seemed to
like this because he spread his legs apart a bit, which opened his anus
slightly letting my fingertip probe just a tiny bit deeper. I pulled my
mouth back on Tim's erection, holding the tip in my mouth and probing
the tiny hole in the glans with the tip of my tongue, enjoying the
beautiful sight of Tim's naked, hairless crotch, and glanced sideward at
Louis. His face was right next to mine and he was staring with wide
eyes at Tim's crotch, too. What must be going through this kid's head
watching his best friend getting sucked off! It was obvious he wanted
to suck Tim's cock as much as I. I let Tim's boner slip from my lips
and offered it to Louis. He took hold of the base of the straight,
stiff penis and licked his lips, looking at me for approval. "Go
ahead!" I assured him. I stroked the back of his head while he slowly
sucked his friend's hard dick into his mouth. I sat back on my heels
and watched these two kids, Tim holding Louis' head in both hands while
Louis fellated him, his own penis absolutely stiff and hard. Such a
lovely scene!
I reached out and took hold of Louis' balls and fondled them, rolling
them around in their hairless pouch. Then I took hold of his erection.
Louis, like Tim, was circumcised, and the small pink glans was more
beautiful than any flower. I leaned forward and, without disturbing
Tim's blow job, took Louis' stiff organ into my mouth. Oh, what a
thrill to suck on a young kid's erect penis! I craned my head upward,
holding Louis' boner in my mouth, and looked at Tim to find him watching
me suck his friend. He smiled approvingly. I raised my eyebrows in
acknowledgement and continued sucking. Louis' penis was slick and
smooth, and I swirled my tongue over the satiny glans. Louis groaned
quietly when I licked the sensitive skin just below the glans, letting
Tim's penis slip out of his mouth. Tim dropped to his knees in front of
me, offering me his dick. Letting Louis' dick slip out of my mouth I
arranged the two boys facing each other and while they hugged and
kissed, I sucked both kids' stiff organs into my mouth. Then placing a
hand on each boy's butt I sucked. Oh, what joy! Oh, what exhilaration!
These two twelve-year-old boys, so much in love, kissing and hugging
with their erections pressed together, fucking my mouth! I worked the
middle finger of each hand into each kid's crack until I reached two
tight little buttholes. Both Tim and Louis spread their legs to give me
access to their anal openings and I fingered them until the tip of each
finger had penetrated each hole. They held each other tightly, no
longer kissing, but moaning in sexual concert, wiggling their butts
against my finger in a rhythmic erotic dance, fucking their little
erections around in my mouth. I sucked their dicks as deeply into my
mouth as I could, stimulating each stiff penis with my tongue wildly, up
and down each stiff shaft, swirling over each slick glans, tickling each
small hole, sucking and sucking while their hips danced about with my
fingers in their butts, rubbing their dicks up and down against each
other in my mouth, moaning, "Umphhh! Ummphh! Mmmhhh!" while I sucked,
until I felt Tim tense his legs, squeeze his butthole on my finger, and
then cry out, "Ohhhhhhhhhh!" His young body shuddered and his penis
pulsated, pumping jets of semen into my mouth, hot, slippery semen
squirting into my mouth with each pulse of his cock, his anus
contracting simultaneously! I sucked and sucked, holding every drop of
his precious boycum in my mouth and flicking my tongue over his
ejaculating penis while he jerked his hips up and down, his butthole
pulsating while he came! And in the midst of this I felt Louis' organ
stiffen real hard, once, then twice, and then "Uh! Uh! Ahh!" tiny
whimpers escaped between heavy gasps and POW! his little erection
exploded, squirting streams of cum against the roof of my mouth, his
penis pumping, pumping, pumping, both boys ejaculating in my mouth!
They clung tightly to each other, delirious with sexual ecstacy, their
genitals wild with sexual release, their buttholes throbbing while I
stimulated each tight anus, kidcum coating my tongue, their dicks, my
lips, I held their little cocks as deeply as possible while they squirt
the last droplets of semen! The pulsations subsided, their butts
relaxed, and their panting slowed to long, slow, heavy gasps for air. I
released their still stiff organs from oral captivity.
They dropped onto the floor. Tim rolled his eyes as if dizzy and
smiled that goofy, post-orgasmic smile. Louis just sat there, mouth
open, catching his breath. I gazed at their beautiful young bodies,
smooth skin slick with sweat, their penises unwilling to become soft. I
savored the salty-sweet semen in my mouth, just milked from these
twelve-year-old kids. I fell forward between these two little gods and
hugged them on the carpet. Tim kissed me on the lips, his tongue
slipping into my lips to share in the cum I was saving. He kissed me
deeply, then kissed Louis, surely sharing that precious fluid of their
love. They had shared an honest orgasm, unfettered with guilt, and
overflowing with the sheer joy of sexual exhilaration!
We lay on the carpet for several minutes. My head was spinning while
I meditated on the unbelievable orgasm Tim and Louis had just shared
with each other and I wondered whether they had shared others. Finally,
Tim whispered in my ear, "Know what I want now?"
I turned to him and whispered, "no, what?" wondering what sensual
intent he meant to share with me now.
"Ice cream!"
I had to laugh. Of course! Ice cream! What could be more sensual
after powerful orgasms and releasing zillions of calories of pent up
energy but ice cream! I swallowed the last drop of their cream and
lifted myself to my feet. Leaving the two naked boys on the carpet I
walked dreamily into the kitchen to fetch ice cream.
I returned with three bowls of vanilla ice cream. The boys were
sitting on the carpet. Louis was fondling himself and Tim was
whispering something in his ear. Louis eyed me as I entered the room,
then smiled and looked away. What mischief could these two kids be
contemplating? I sat with them and they gobbled down the ice cream
greedily. When Louis finished he leaned over and put the empty bowl on
the coffee table, nudging Tim and saying privately, "Ask him!"
"You ask him!" Tim replied, glancing at me.
"No, you ask him!"
"Hey, listen guys," I interrupted. "If there's something you want,
all you have to do is ask. You don't need to feel embarrassed."
Tim nudged Louis once more, "Go ahead!"
Boy Friends 4
by The Tinman
Louis looked at me, batted his eyes shyly, and with his head bowed
asked timidly, "I was just wondering what it would feel like to ... get
your ... butt licked ..."
"Oh, it feels great! Doesn't it, Tim?"
"Uh, huh! It's real cool! You'd like it!" Tim agreed.
"You wanna try it once?" I asked.
"Yeah, ok!"
"Ok, just lie down on your stomach and relax." Louis rolled onto his
belly and stretched out on the soft carpet. I just had to take a moment
to admire this beautiful kid, lying there thinking about what it would
feel like when I licked his butt. And what a pretty butt he had! Two
soft round buns, perfectly formed, with soft, white skin that I longed
to kiss. I lay down next to him and studied his butt from up close. I
stared at this kid's behind, imagining the exquisite pleasure that would
be ours. My heart was pounding just thinking about what it was going to
be like when I had finally spread Louis' cheeks apart to see his little
anus and then actually touched my tongue to his butthole. I took a
small oath that Louis' first experience with oral-anal contact would be
unforgettable. I placed the palm of my hand on his butt.
Tim scooted over next to me to watch. His dick was getting stiff
again. I started massaging Louis' butt, holding a soft round cheek in
each hand, squeezing them. Louis looked back at us and Tim smiled at
him, then looked back at Louis' butt. With a buttcheek in each hand I
pushed my thumbs into his crack and pulled his buns apart, revealing the
rosebud of his anal opening. I held his buns apart and Tim leaned
forward to see his friend's anus up close for himself. I blew a stream
of air on the pretty little hole while Tim looked on with interest.
Louis sighed.
"Want to try it?" I asked Tim quietly. He grinned, looking at me as
if we were sharing a secret, and said, "Ok, I guess." I leaned back so
Tim could get closer to Louis' behind. He drew close to his friend's
exposed butthole and blew all over Louis' naked butt, sort of like
blowing out candles on a birthday cake. Louis flexed his butt. I
repositioned my hands and pulled his butt apart again. It was time for
Louis and me to make contact. I kissed each cheek in turn and started
licking his hairless crotch below his anus. Tim watched closely.
I caressed the smooth skin of his crotch with my tongue, starting
deep near his scrotum and drawing my tongue up toward his hole, veering
first to one side of the sweet pucker and tracing a circular path around
his anus up onto each round cheek and then back down into his crotch.
His behind was such a pretty thing to look at and my mind raced with
anticipation as I considered how wonderful it would be when I penetrated
his virgin hole with the tip of my tongue. It would surely electrify
his young body, permeating every cell, every nucleus with hot, wet,
erotic delight. Pausing one last time to admire the twelve-year-old's
naked butt I glanced at Tim who was watching with intense interest.
"Here goes!" I said to neither one in particular and probably more
to myself as I thrilled at the immediacy of Louis' first anal-oral
stimulation. I touched the tip of my tongue to his anal opening and
pressed it gently into the kid's hole. I swirled my wet tongue in a
circular motion around the inside of his anus. A quiet moan escaped
Louis' lips and his sphincter contracted once around my tongue before
relaxing. I pressed my tongue more deeply into his butthole, thrilling
at the amazing intimacy I shared with this kid, my wet tongue mating
with his rectal opening, my lips sealed against the smooth skin of his
butt. I stimulated the slick interior of his anus, heart pounding with
love for Louis and Tim both, two boys celebrating the joy of sexual
pleasure with perhaps their only trusted sexual friend. I could not
stifle a moan as I fucked my tongue in and out of his butthole. Then I
paused.
"Does that feel good?" I asked Louis.
"Mm, hmmm! Feels neat!" he replied in a moan. I fell back into his
butt, licking and tonguing his beautiful little hole. Louis even pushed
his butt back against my face while I licked, pressing his butthole
against my tongue for deeper penetration. Oh, what indescribable joy to
experience the oneness of our oral-anal contact, a sweet mystery of
inexplicable wonder and fascination, the connection of alimentary
canals, mouth to anus creating a symbolic union of sexual spirits! We
soared on wings of erotic thrill!
Finally I had to stop. I felt my heart would burst with love for
Louis as it had almost done once already for Tim. I looked at Tim who
smiled excitedly. His cock stood straight and hard. He leaned close to
me and whispered, "Do you think it would be ok if I stuck my dick in his
butt?"
He almost knocked me over with his amazing request! Was this
something he and Louis had tried already? Or did his sexual instinct
drive him to desire his friend's behind? "Why don't you ask Louis?"
He leaned close to Louis and whispered in his ear. Louis didn't even
lift his head from his arms, but I could tell that he had given Tim his
consent. I was going to teach these two twelve-year-olds how to fuck!
I knelt next to Louis, letting go of his dear buttcheeks. What a
pretty sight they were! The wetness of my saliva sparkled in his crack,
inviting further penetration - with cock or tongue. Tim knelt next to
me. "So what do I do?"
"First you have to make sure his butthole is slippery enough so your
dick can slide in. I'll get some lotion." I returned quickly from the
bathroom with a bottle of hand lotion. I pumped a few drops of lotion
on his fingers. "Now spread his buns apart and spread the lotion on his
butthole." Tim pulled Louis' butt open and, rather than lubricating his
anus, smeared his crack with the lotion. "No," I corrected, "you have
to get it in his hole. Here. Put some on your finger and stick your
finger in his hole." I pumped some more drops onto one finger and Tim
slipped the tip of his finger into Louis' butthole. "Go ahead and push
it in all the way. But do it slowly! You have to let his butt relax so
you can stick your dick in." Tim finger-fucked his buddy.
"Ok, now you gotta lubricate your dick." I pumped out more lotion
and he smeared his dick with it. He seemed eager to get into Louis'
butt.
"Ok, that's enough. Now you gotta do this slow so it doesn't hurt.
It'll take a minute or two for his butt muscles to stretch. Just
position the tip of your dick right on his hole and press slowly.
Louis, are you ready?" He nodded silently, his head lying on one side,
a dreamy smile on his lips. Tim positioned himself over Louis, his
erect penis lying against Louis' crack. He lowered himself onto his
friend's back and started rubbing his dick in Louis' slippery crack, but
without penetration. After trying unsuccessfully several times to get
his stiff dick actually into Louis' butthole, he turned to me. "It
won't go in."
"Here. I know an easier way. Louis, you have to roll onto your
back." Tim got off of Louis and Louis rolled over. I moved around
behind Louis and sat down. "Ok, Louis, you just rest your head in my
lap." He lifted his head and I slid forward so he could nestle his head
between my thighs. "And, Tim, you should get on your knees over here
between Louis' legs." He positioned himself behind Louis and I took a
moment to enjoy the sight of the two boys readying themselves for their
first attempt at fucking. Both kids had stiff cocks. Louis was looking
at Tim and holding his testicles in one hand and his erect penis in the
other. Tim was gazing down on his best friend, smiling, his penis stiff
and moist with lotion, his little balls hanging loosely between his
legs. It was hard to believe that in just a few moments that hard
little cock would be inside his buddy's butthole. Kids have all the
fun!
"Ok, here's what you're gonna do," I instructed. "Louis, I'm going
to pull back on your legs and hold your butt up in position so Tim can
stick his dick in your butthole. If it hurts when he's sticking it in,
just say so." I took hold of his slender legs behind the knees and
pulled his legs up and back, lifting his butt up from the floor and
holding it level with Tim's groin. Tim inched forward so his penis was
positioned just at Louis' anal opening. "That's good. Now put some
more lotion on your dick and in Louis' butt." Tim pumped out lotion
into his hands and stuck one finger into Louis' anus and smeared his
stiff dick with the other. Louis closed his eyes and smiled while Tim
fingered his anus. The expression on Tim's eager young face made it
obvious that he was enjoying the buttplay with his young friend. "Ok,
now put the tip of your dick against Louis' butthole." Tim followed my
instructions, withdrawing his finger from Louis' butthole and tilting
his stiff penis forward, aiming it at the tender, puckered hole. I
positioned Louis' butt just right so his anus was at the same height as
Tim's erection. Tim leaned forward until the tip of his pretty little
dick just kissed Louis' hole. He looked at me, smiling. `Oh, Tim!' I
thought, `you are going to have the experience of a lifetime!' "Ok, go
ahead, but slow!"
Tim leaned forward and I stared in disbelieving amazement as the
bright red glans gently penetrated the small anal orifice until it was
fully inserted. What a beautiful, heart-warming sight! Two adolescent
boys, their hairless crotches in full view, both with stiff, straight,
circumcised penises and little testicles in velvet pouches, and one boy
with the tip of his penis now held tightly by the butt muscles of the
other! Oh, the ecstacy that each kid must be experiencing in this magic
moment! I looked at Tim. His head was down and he was staring at their
erotic union, the tip of his stiffy actually inside his friend's
butthole! And Louis lay in my lap, eyes closed, mouth open, breathing
heavy, his young chest heaving! What incomprehensible sexual pleasure
had now consumed these two twelve-year-old kids while they indulged in
this ultimate intimacy! Tim looked up at me in wonder. I smiled
knowingly. He looked down at Louis' crotch and resumed the slow entry.
Gradually the entire length of Tim's stiff, slender three-inch penis
disappeared into Louis' butt until Tim's groin was pressed against
Louis' butt. Once inside, he held it there, occasionally bumping his
crotch against Louis' butt. Louis moaned in approval. I could hardly
believe my eyes! Here before me were two adorable young boys fucking!
Really fucking! One kid's erect penis was actually inside the anus of
another! And the young penis still in view was hard and stiff and, to
my delight, emitted a small drop of precum. I kissed the top of Tim's
head. "Now slide it in and out!" I whispered to my young pupil.
Tim's response was automatic. He started flexing his hips, bouncing
his crotch up and down against Louis' butt. I was hypnotized by the
vision of Tim's erect adolescent organ sliding up and down inside Louis'
rectum. His young rod was being stimulated as never before, the hot
slick walls of his buddy's rectum coaxing him toward orgasm. My own
dick lay against Louis' cheek and he turned his head to lick the tip of
my dick, savoring the precum that was driven from deep within my loins
by the mere sight of these kids fucking. Tim bounced and Louis' balls
jiggled. Both boys oohed and ahhed in gasps of excitement. Tim pumped
faster, his little dick slipping easily in and out of Louis' tight hole,
his gaze fixed on his friend's groin where their bodies were joined in
sexual arousal, droplets of sweat making his slender boy body glisten.
He stared in wonder as he pumped his stiff penis in and out, in and
out, in and out, emitting a breathy grunt with each thrust. Then,
shoving his crotch firmly against Louis' butt he threw his head back and
moaned long and slow, enjoying the incredible sensation of his hardon in
a butthole, his sexual self soaring on wings of unprecedented ecstacy.
He resumed pumping. Louis had taken hold of the tip of my erection
between his lips and he sucked earnestly, moaning - almost pouting -
with pleasure while Tim's stiff rod slid in and out inside his butthole.
He clenched his own erection in one hand, masturbating while his butt
was fucked. His sucking was pulling me closer and closer to orgasm and
the extraordinary sight of Tim's little cock pumping in and out, in and
out, in and out of Louis' anus, his testicles slapping against Louis'
butt, the sight was driving me wild with erotic astonishment, staring
hard at Tim's hairless crotch, his erect organ as deep in another boy's
butthole as was possible, pumping in and out, the bright pink glans
occasionally drawn out into the open, utterly naked to the world and
engorged with sexual arousal, in and out, in and out, in and out,
sliding gleefully within the erotic depths of another adolescent boy's
butt!
Then Tim shoved his crotch firmly against Louis' butt, his erection
firmly planted within Louis' anus. I could just see the base of his
stiff penis. He grunted and I was sure that he was about to ejaculate.
Oh thrill of thrills! I was to witness this kid's first orgasm in the
ass of another kid! Oh, Tim! Let go and love Louis as deeply as you
can! Shoot your love in his butt! Then, as if he'd received my psychic
transmission, he shuddered hard, groaning loudly, "Ohhhhhhh!!!" He
pulled his hardon partly out of Louis' anus and I could see it
throbbing, pumping semen, squirting into his twelve-year-old buddy's
butthole! I stared in wonder at this vision of boyhood orgasm, his
young penis imbedded in another boy's butt, ejaculating, pumping boycum
into boybutt! His young body spasmed with each pulsation of his dick.
Louis looked down at Tim's crotch while Tim ejaculated helplessly,
masturbating furiously! Suddenly powerful jets of cum squirt from
Louis' stiff penis, squirting on his chin, his chest, his finely muscled
abdomen, drop after drop after drop, watching Tim fucking his butt and
sucking my dick, shooting boycum wildly while his butt was fucked!
Unable to hold back my orgasm any longer I ejaculated into the kid's
mouth! He sucked up my semen while I came, watching both boys spasm
with orgasm, Louis jerking his stiffy up and down while droplets of
semen squirt out of the tip and Tim holding his erection partly out of
Louis' butthole, watching his own organ pulsate with orgasm! I buried
my face in Tim's neck while I came in Louis' eager mouth. We held each
other as our bodies jerked involuntarily with orgasm, our dicks
squirting cum into Louis' butt and mouth. Louis' throbbing butthole
must have been stimulating Tim's penis as much as Louis' lips and tongue
were stimulating mine. "Oohhhhhh! Ahh! Ahh! Uhh!" Tim grunted
loudly as he bumped his hips against Louis' behind with the final spasms
of orgasm. My lips found his and we kissed deeply while our bodies were
drenched with post-orgasmic fire.
Tim slowly pulled his sensitive penis out of his friend's butthole,
his body convulsing with each movement of his semi-erect organ within
Louis' clenching sphincter. And, then, with a final "Ohhhhaahhhhhh!"
his boycock slipped out of the other boy's anus, shiny with his own cum.
I fell forward and sucked Tim's tender, softening penis into my mouth,
savoring the taste of his cum. Louis was still sucking my own cock, his
little mouth slippery with my cum. I let Tim's shrinking organ slip
from my lips and I gazed at Louis' freshly-fucked butthole. Such a
pretty sight! Smooth, hairless butt with a puffy, pink pucker wet with
cum. I kissed the boy's hole tenderly and licked the droplets of cum
from his anus. Louis moaned in appreciation. Raising my head from
Louis' behind I kissed Tim, sharing with him the savory taste of his own
cum. Then Tim leaned forward to kiss his friend and I slipped out from
between them so they could share the loving glow of recent orgasm.
Louis' lips were wet with my cum and Tim kissed them eagerly. Louis
rolled Tim onto the carpet and he rolled on top of him, kissing him
deeply and rolling his hips against Tim's loins, Louis' semen
lubricating their bodies. I moved around behind the two kids and
admired Louis' cute little butt, freshly fucked by his young friend.
Taking a round buttcheek in each hand I pulled his butt open to reveal
the little hole wet with Tim's juices. I pressed my face into his butt
and thrust my tongue into the orifice slick with boycum. Oh, what joy!
What happiness! I kissed Louis' anus deeply while Tim kissed Louis'
mouth. While I partook of the elixer of Tim's ejaculation in Louis'
butthole Tim partook of mine from Louis' mouth. And in this form -boys'
genitals and mouths pressed together while they hugged and kissed
passionately, my tongue licking boycum from boybutt - we elevated
ourselves from the harsh reality of coldness and fierce denial to a
higher plane of joyful erotic exultation!
After many minutes of hugging and kissing the three of us lay side by
side on the carpet, drained. This was followed by a long hot shower
during which my entire body was scrubbed clean by two happy boys, the
palms of their hands slippery with soap rubbing my chest, back, arms,
shoulders, legs, butt, and, finally, cock and balls. I gladly returned
the favor, carefully washing each boy with the help of the other until
the three of us were once more fresh and clean.
I had realized earlier - when Louis first arrived - that I would
probably have both boys on my hands for a while. Louis, having
temporarily run away, needed someplace safe to spend the night and Tim,
of course, had made my little apartment his current home. Now there was
another set of worried parents that had to be dealt with and I was able
to persuade Louis that he really should let his parents know that he was
ok. I let him use my phone to call them. Having disabled caller ID
there was no concern that his parents would know where he was calling
from, I assured him, and they would not be coming over here to take him
away. In what could have been no more than a 30 second conversation he
informed them that he was staying with Tim and that everything was ok.
We retreated into the bedroom and the two youngsters sprang into bed.
I slipped in beside them and, grabbing a remote, dimmed the lights and
set them to go off completely in half an hour. As usual the two boys
had shared some secret which now had them giggling. I snuggled up close
to the two boys who were lying face to face. We were all three
exhausted from all the excitement and before the lights had dimmed
completely we had all fallen asleep.
And so the remarkable friendship between Tim, Louis, and me had
begun. The relationship between the boys could best be described as
best pals even though they shared sexual intimacy. Neither boy was
effeminate in the least and both were respected by their peers. Tim had
even gained a bit of a reputation after telling off the boy that had
bullied him in the street.
Tim remained with me. He had been slotted for a second-tier school
and I felt a responsibility to intervene and prevent what would have
been a travesty and waste of Tim's youth. I renewed my standing as
tutor with the regional gifted young person program and persuaded a good
friend to prioritize Tim to my tutelage. We registered as
mentor/protege with the local university and Tim moved in the next week,
with the full permission of his parents. Tim transferred to the new
school in the city and lived with me, visiting his parents every other
weekend.
His personality blossomed, and hidden talents for artistic expression
surfaced. The change in Tim was so radical that even his father - who
had been initially disappointed that his son was gay - thanked me for
giving Tim spiritual and sexual sanctuary. Louis was also still a part
of our lives and the three of us shared many episodes of sex play. I
was convinced that these boys would grow up to be lovers, but somehow
knew that I would also be a part of their lives. Some things are deeper
than time and Tim, Louis, and I had forged a union in their youth that
would endure.
THE END