Date: Sat, 12 Feb 2000 01:50:50 GMT
From: Joe Camp <idc90@hotmail.com>
Subject: Gaykid14

Gaykid14
Codes: M/T (anal, 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 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. If you lied about your age in order to access this story,
remember this is only a story. Real life doesn't always work out like a
story.

  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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Gaykid14



  The miles were clicking away under the tires of my car, as I sped
down the highway at 85 miles an hour. I let my mind wander back
as to why I was rushing 400 miles from home on 15 minutes
notice.

  Was it fate that made me answer that post on the gay bulletin
board? I can still see it as if it was just minutes ago, yet
that happened almost two years ago.

"Need Older Pen Pal," and it was signed "Gaykid14."

I opened the message and it said, "Gay small town kid just turned
14 wants older gay pen pals to talk with about life and stuff."

  I sent him an e-mail that just said, "Hi, Gaykid14, My name is
Justin. I'm gay, 50 years-old, and I would like to be your pen pal,
if you don't think I'm too old for you."

  It was the next day before I got a nice reply from him. It just said
his name was Jason, and he assured me he would like to be pen
pals. We started writing each other almost every day. It didn't
take me long to know he was still a virgin, but that he knows he is
gay.

  At first, his letters were full of the insecurities and loneliness
of a gay kid growing up alone in a small conservative town. I tried to
reassure him he wasn't alone. I tried to tell him that a lot of kids
his age weren't interested in relationships like that, yet. I told Jason
that the law of averages says there had to be other gays in his school.
It didn't help. He just couldn't take the chance and come out of the
closet. I can't say I blamed him. He did tell me that having me to talk
to made him feel not quite so alone.

  I knew he was writing to other people too, but as time went by, I
knew that for one reason or another, he stopped writing them. It
was only a month or so, before it was just me and him.

  Mostly, the guys that had answered his post, just wanted to have
cyber-sex with him. He wasn't ready for that and it scared him a
little. Oh, yeah, we kidded around about sex. Nothing very
graphic, just hints of what we were thinking or would like to do.
He would write me that he had exercised Mr. Stiffy while thinking
about me, but he didn't go into detail. I would describe to him,
how I thought he looked, the color of tee shirt he had on, and the
hot looking pants he was wearing. Then I would tell him he was
so hot looking that I had to go jack off.

  Our notes to each other were mostly about everyday stuff. For
me, what was going on at work, or something I was doing to my
house. For him, what happened at school and at home. Yeah, I
watched a kid growing up in his e-mails. If he was having a
problem with homework, he would ask me to explain it. It wasn't
long before I had given him my phone number, and if he was stuck
on a problem, he would call me collect. We don't talk on the
phone much. Just about his homework. Otherwise, we write an e-
mail.

  It wasn't long before he started calling me Pops. I didn't mind,
and I told him that was OK, as long as it was an incestuous
relationship. He got a real laugh out of that, and it wasn't long
before I started calling him Son.

  I guess I do feel as protective of him as if he were my son. I
guess I felt in some ways as a real father must fell. When
something would happen that hurt him, I hurt just as bad. When
he scored the winning goal for his team, everyone I know, knew
about it. It took him two months before he admitted his parents
are alcoholics and that he has it pretty rough at home. He told me
I was more of a friend, but also a father to him. More so than his
real father is.

  I could tell by reading between the lines, what Jason wrote me
about his parents, that they did love him and cared about him.
They just had too many problems of their own, and couldn't show or
express that love to Jason. I tried to tell him, but he couldn't
accept it.

  Yeah, that is why was speeding down the highway, hoping no
cops caught me. Jason was in trouble. Yeah, we have known each
other for almost 2 years. I know what he thinks and how he
reacts. I know his likes and his dislikes. I know him almost as
well as I know myself. I knew he was still a virgin, and a good
kid. I just didn't know what he looked like. I had an idea in my
head, but it was wrong.

  Early on, we had decided not to exchange photos or to meet. I
think at first, Jason was afraid of me finding him, or afraid I
might ask for photo of him nude. As long as we stayed anonymous,
we could be totally truthful with each other. Later, we just
decided we wanted to keep it that way. We were comfortable with
the way things were. We enjoyed joking around about having sex
with each other, and were afraid of spoiling that. I admitted I
loved jacking off to the image I had of him in my mind. He
admitted that he had a picture in his mind of me as he jacked
off. So, yeah, we know everything there is to know about each
other, except for what we looked like.

  It doesn't seem possible that this could still be Saturday. Was
it just this morning Jason called? When I first answered the phone,
it took me a minute to know who it was. He was so upset I didn't
recognize his voice.

  He had to start over twice before I could understand what had
happened. Last night he had gotten into an argument with his
father. He had admitted he is gay, and his father had called
him a, "fucking queer fag." Jason had retorted, "Yeah, and who
made me that way? Just look at yourself! Maybe if I had a man
for a father, I wouldn't be this way."

  Apparently, Jason's dad sit drinking all night long. When Jason
had gotten up this morning, his dad had started slapping him
around, telling him, "You can't talk to me that way. I'll beat the
queer out of you."

  Jason had broken away from him, and ran from the house. He
found a phone and called me. So, there I was, doing 85 miles
an hour, on my way to Jason. Yeah, I was scared. Jason had been
talking of killing himself when he had called. I got him to promise
not to do anything until I got there. He gave me his word. Yeah,
I was scared. I still didn't know what to tell him that would be
a help.

  At first, I had thought to fly. It had only taken me one phone call
to find out that I couldn't get on a plane for 7 hours, and then I
would land a little over 100 miles from Jason. I can be there faster
by driving.

  The edge of the small town Jason lives in came into sight. I
pulled into the little mom and pop convenience store to ask
directions to the park where Jason had said he would meet me.
They gave me the directions and it was easy to find. Anyplace
in town would be easy to find. I don't think there could be more
than 2000 population.

  I parked the car at the edge of the park, and got out. I only
saw one boy sitting on the grass by himself. I figured that must
be Jason. He spotted me as I started towards him, and he stood up
waiting for me.

  He was about 5 feet 9 inches tall. A good solid build. Lite honey
brown hair cut short in what my barber calls a medium taper. A round
face that looked like it should be breaking out into a smile, even
though I could see the sadness on it. Clear brown eyes that reminded
me of a doe. A butt anyone would kill for. He looked nothing like
what I had imagined, but he was a boy any gay would stop and take
a second look at any day.

I was only a few feet away when he tentatively but hopefully
asked, "Pops?"

I opened my arms to him and we were wrapped in each others
hug. "Thanks for coming, Pops. I don't know what to do."

  We sat on the grass talking a long time. Trying to decide what
it would be best for Jason to do. "I can't stay here anymore,
Pops," he told me. "I can't take anymore. It's driving me crazy."

  We decided Jason would have to come live with me. Now, the
only problem was how to get his parents to agree. I told Jason I
would talk to his father. I asked where his house was and he
pointed across the street.

  "That's dad there," he said as he pointed to a man sitting on a
porch watching us. He was dressed in pants and undershirt, and
had his feet propped up on the porch rail as he sipped a beer.

  I headed across the street to talk to him as Jason stayed where
he was. As I started up the steps of the house, the man asked,
"You one of them queers too? You been fucking my boy?"

  "No, Jason is a virgin. He has never had sex of any kind with
anybody." I informed him. "Yes, I'm gay too, but we are just
friends. I have never seen him until just now. We are just Internet
friends."

  I had talked with his father a few minutes before I realized his
mother was listening to us just inside the screen door. At first, his
father said no. He wouldn't allow Jason to live with me. I told him
that I thought Jason would run away at the first chance he got. I
asked him if he wouldn't rather know he was safe with me than
out in the world on his own.

His mother spoke up and said, "Let him go." His father just
nodded. They agreed to sign the papers my lawyer would send
them to make me Jason's guardian.

  I stood and waved to Jason to come over. He was quickly by my
side. He made short work of getting his clothes and things as his
mother hoovered around sniffling about, "My baby's leaving."

  We quickly headed out of town, this time going no faster than
the speed limit. It wasn't until we had gone about 50 miles that
Jason started to relax. We stopped at the first big city for gas and
a bite to eat. As we were walking from the parking lot into the
restaurant, Jason slipped his arm around me and giving me a little
squeeze said, "Thanks, Pops. I don't know how I can ever repay
you."

I slipped my arm around his shoulders and told him, "Just grow up
to be happy and a good man."

"I can't help but to do that, with a Pops like you," he replied.

I had to smile.

  We quickly finished eating and were soon back on the road
home. My watch said 10:35 pm as I pulled into the driveway.
What a day!

  We carried Jason's stuff inside and just dumped it. I had
already decided that my one bedroom house would be too small
for us. Jason needs his own room. I'll just have to buy another
house. We can manage for a while though. Jason can sleep on the
couch.

  I told Jason to make himself at home, because he was now
home. He stuck his head in the kitchen, and headed right for the
refrigerator. Just like a kid. He checked out what was inside
before getting an apple to munch on.

He quickly checked out the bathroom, and then my bedroom.
"Which side of the bed do I get," he asked.

"Uh .... I thought you would rather sleep on the couch until we
can get another place." I told him.

"Not when there is a big nice bed," he replied, as he bounced on
the bed to check it out. "You don't mind my sleeping with you do
you," he asked.

  What could I say? I'm an adult, I told myself. I can control
myself. Just think of him as a son, Justin. He's not someone you
can have sex with. He is just a son. Just your kid.

"No," I replied. "I don't mind at all. You can have that side."

"Great," he said. "You coming to bed now?"

"In a minute," I replied, "I have to lock the door and turn off the
lights."

  Jason was undressed and in bed by the time I returned to the
bedroom. Just like a kid, his clothes were strewn on the floor. I
picked up his pants and straightened them before folding them
over the arm of the chair. I picked up his shirt, and I tried not to
let it bother me when I saw his boxers on the floor. OK, I told
myself. He likes to sleep naked. That will make it harder, but I can
handle it. I picked them up and laid them with his pants, as he lay
there grinning at me.

  I slipped of my shirt and pants, neatly putting them on the chair
beside Jason's. I left my underwear on and flipped off the overhead
light, leaving only the lamp. I slid into bed beside Jason.

  No sooner than I had gotten settled and ready to turn off the lamp,
than Jason slid against me as he lifted my arm around himself. Oh,
Lord. I can't take him lying against me like that. He started kissing
my chest.

"Jason, I .... "

"Yes we can," he interrupted.

"You're my son now, Jason."

"No, you're my Pops, but you're not my dad. Besides, you said
we could have an incestuous relationship," he reminded me.

  I gave a long groan as I felt his hard cock against my thigh,
and his hand wrapped around my hard-on. He gave a few gentle
squeezes and I moaned, before he rose to his knees. He slipped
down my underwear, and I didn't resist.

  My underwear was dropped to the floor as he nudged my legs
open. He got between my wide spread legs and settled onto his
haunches. The vision of loveliness lite by the soft light of
the lamp, was breathtaking.

  Jason's hand wrapped around my dick, and he gave it a squeeze
before moving his hand upward. Downward he pushed the skin of my
shaft, before bending over and giving the head of my dick a lick.

  Yeah, Jason knew every button to push. He has been reading and
dreaming about gay sex ever since he got on the Internet when he
was 12. His silky tongue worked lower, and he had my nuts
jumping at his touch. By the time he placed the last kiss on my
nuts, they were as tight against me as they could get.

  His tongue went lower still and touched that sensitive spot
between my ass and my nuts. I couldn't stop the shiver that ran
through me. He grinned up at me, and I knew he was enjoying it
as much as I was.

  One more tongue bath of my dick's head as he licked up my pre-
cum, before my cock started disappearing into his mouth. Lower
his head went as more and more of my cock disappeared. He set
up a slow up and down bobbing on my dick. I couldn't take it. I
had to start fucking into his mouth. The fast grunts were coming
from deep inside me as I bucked faster and faster.

  I tried to warn Jason I was about to cum. The pleasure spreading
throughout my body was more than I could stand. I didn't know if
he was ready to take my cum in his mouth. Hell, I didn't even
know he was ready for sex. Harder he sucked and my nuts
exploded. I'm sure anyone walking past the house, could hear my
long groan of relief as I pumped my cum into Jason's hot mouth.
Not a drop escaped him as he swallowed every shot I gave up.

  He stayed hunched over, his mouth gently sucking on my
softening dick, as I recovered from the intense climax he had
given me. His finger was gently probing my ass. Yeah, I was
pretty sure what he wanted. Jason hadn't gotten off yet, and I am
sure now; he has made up his mind. He is ready to try everything.

  I reached for the lube I keep in the night stand by the bed. The
grin on his face as I handed it to Jason was priceless. Yeah, he's
ready. He squeezed a daub of lube onto his finger and held it up
asking, "Is that enough?" I just nodded my head as he started
working it up my chute.

  I slicked his dick as I watched the emotions fill his face. How
can I describe it? The anticipation? The longings? Yes, maybe even a
little fear. I realized I was the first to ever touch Jason that way.

  His face showed intense concentration as I lifted my legs to my
chest. He scooted up to where the head of his dick just touched
my opening. Yeah, he knows what to do. He gave me a quick
glance and I smiled at him. He gave me a nervous little smile
before he returned his attention to his dick.

  Slowly he pushed in. The head of his cock gently slipped past my
muscle, and he grinned. He checked my expression once more to
make sure everything was alright, before the concentration
returned to his face. Slowly he pushed on in.

"Oh, Pops!" he moaned. "Oh, it's so good."

  Jason was whimpering as he started fucking me. I knew he
couldn't last. He was too tense. Too full of emotion. He hadn't
taken but about 9 or 10 strokes when he tensed.

"Ohmigod! Oh...! Oh, Poooooops!" he groaned as his hot cum
splattered into me. He strained against me as his dick throbbed
over and over inside me.

  I pulled him to my lips, and we had a long kiss as he recovered.
It didn't take long for his tongue to ask to be let into my mouth. I
just lay enjoying the feel of his probing tongue, still with a hint of
the taste of my cum on it.

  Jason broke our kiss, and flopped onto his back beside me. I
watched him as the adrenalin kicked in. He was just staring at the
ceiling, with a self-satisfied grin on his face.

  He raised up on his elbows and turned his head to me smiling.
"That was just totally awesome," he stated. "Did I do good,
Pops," he asked.

"You did really good, Son." I assured him, "You were awesome,"
I told him as I placed a kiss on his forehead. His face beamed with
self-satisfied pride.

  My glance traveled down his beautiful naked body. His dick was
once more standing up hard and proud. Christ, I thought to
myself, can't this kid ever get enough?

"Go wash up, and we'll see if we can't do something to make that
thing relax for a little while," I told him.

  Jason bounced off the bed and bounced all the way to the
bathroom. He wasn't gone long, but he was still bouncing as he
came back to our bed.

  I got him straddled across my chest, to where his swollen dark
purple dick-head was at my lips. There was a string of clear pre-
cum oozing from the slit, and I lay my tongue under it and let it
gather, before licking up the stream and tasting the pre-cum.
Jason gave a contented sigh as my tongue traveled across his
swollen glans.

  I used my lips to gently nibble at the hard inflamed ridge of
that beautiful dick-head. "Oh, Pops," Jason moaned, "do it more.
Please, more."

  I fulfilled his request to his satisfaction, before he started
feeding me his dick. He moaned. Gently he started fucking into
my mouth. Gently at first, but soon faster and faster.

  He had to brace himself with his hands on the headboard of our
bed. Faster his hips bucked his dick into me. Harder and louder
came his grunts as he strove to reach that special place.

  "Oh, Pops, Ohhhhhh," he moaned as he tensed and started filling
my mouth with that special juice from his plump nuts. I savored
the taste of his sweet creamy cum before swallowing it down.

  Jason snuggled into my arms, and lay his head on my shoulder.
His hand caressed my cheek as he told me, "Thanks, Pops. I love
you, Justin. I want you to pop my cherry, but tomorrow. I'm too
tired now." He was asleep in my arms.

  I lay holding Jason as he slept, looking down at this beautiful
naked kid in my arms. I smiled as I brushed the hair out of his
eyes. He moved in his sleep, as he snuggled closer to me.

  I lay thinking of all the things we would have to do Monday. We
would have to get Jason enrolled in school. We would have to
contact my lawyer and get the paperwork started.

  I was overcome with awe over the responsibilities I now faced.
I have a son. Something I thought I would never have. I'm 50
years-old. I don't know how to be a dad.

  I'm his Pops, his gay daddy, I reminded myself. Yes, he is my
son now, but my gay son. My young almost 16 year-old lover. As he
reminded me, I'm not his dad, I'm his Pops. His older lover. I'm
going to burst his cherry tomorrow. Yes, he wants me to do it. He
is ready to do it. I want to do it for him. Yeah, there are a lot
of things we need to take care of Monday, but tomorrow is Sunday.
The time to discover the thrills and pleasures our bodies can bring
each other. The time to teach my young lover. The time to let his
youth and excitement make me young once again.

"Goodnight my sweet, Jason. Sleep well, Son."


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2000