Date: Mon, 18 Apr 2016 19:16:27
From: charlie.fenderson <charlie.fenderson@o2.pl>
Subject: How Do We Begin to Covet?

Disclaimer: this story, although based on real events from the experiences
of one of my readers, is not written with intent of encouraging reenacting
described actions; the story contains graphic scenes of sex between an
adult and consenting teenagers; if this topic disturbs you, do not read any
further

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How do we begin to covet?

I. Opportunity and liking

Have you ever wondered where does attraction come from? If you ever loved
someone, did you ever consider why it was him and not some other guy? What
made that one man or boy special? In many stories that I have read on this
site, a phrase `boy-god' keeps coming back again and again. I don't know
about you, but personally I despise it. It implies that beauty is the only
reason we are attracted to one another, that if one possesses a certain set
of traits, nobody would be able to resist them. What a heartless concept!
The way I see it, the most important factors are the opportunity and
liking. Let me explain that on example of Ron.

He was the kid that lived next door, so I knew him ever since he was
born. I was friends with his parents and often trusted to babysit him while
they were away. Contrary to what you may expect, I have never laid my
finger on Ronald in an inappropriate way during his childhood. I valued my
friendship with his parents far too much to do that. However my resolve
grew weaker as Ron's appearances started to blossom after he turned
fifteen. He had grown to almost six feet, which I considered impressive for
his age. He had light brown hair that he kept parted on the side, and a
cheerful smile that included his green eyes constricting, his thin red lips
showing his white front teeth, his freckled nose frowning a bit and his
pale cheeks dimpling. He was pretty ordinary to be honest. I could find a
dozen of "boy-gods" within a mile radius if I wanted, but I never did. You
see, there was something unique about Ron that made him simply perfect in
my eyes.

II. Spark of affection

He was always drawn to me, that kid. Whenever he saw me doing something on
the front yard or in the garage, he would always come by to say hello and
to ask if he could give me a hand. He was actually quite skillful so I
often accepted his help.

The event that I want to tell you about, had its prelude on the evening of
the late spring. The air was filled with golden rays of the setting sun and
you could hear lawn mowers and children's laughter coming from every
direction. A typical suburban day. I was busy under the hood of my car,
when I heard light footsteps on the concrete floor of the garage.

"Hi, Mr Williams. Car's broken again?"

"Yeah. There's something wrong with the engine. Don't get closer, or you'll
have grease all over you."

"I don't mind being a bit dirty."

Surprised by this announcement, I tried to turn my head but it hit the hood
of my car with a loud thud. His laughter exploded like a firework.

"You have to be more careful."  - he left out the `sir' part. Since we knew
each other for so long, such formalities were unnecessary.

"Very funny, very funny." - I growled, but couldn't help smiling – "Okay
then, come over and have a look."

I moved aside so that we could be comfortable, but still his arm brushed
mine. He was wearing a plain grey t-shirt so I couldn't avoid contact with
his soft skin, not that I wanted to.

"So, what do you think is the problem?" - I asked, despite establishing it
already.

"Well, what are the symptoms?" - he asked, raising his brow in hilariously
serious expression.

"It takes ages to start the engine, doctor Davis."

He chuckled and raised his brows in sudden realization.

"Spark plugs! We have to replace them, right?"

"Bingo, but to be honest, the suggested treatment is a bit too radical." -
I explained, while he nodded his head – "Let's just unscrew them and
clean them off, okay?"

"Sure, let me do it." - he said and grabbed a wrench from the toolbox.

After he expertly removed the plugs from the engine, I handed him a rag and
took a half of plugs. I stood by the workbench, while he sat on it. For a
moment we were cleaning sockets in silence, but then, with a bit of
hesitation in his voice, he asked me:

"So, how many guys have you slept with... Sir?"

I smiled mildly. Just as his parents, Ronald knew that I am gay. They never
kept it from him and when he first talked to me about it, I made it clear
that he is free to ask any question that he has.

"About a hundred thousand." - I replied with a straight face.

"So, about eleven guys a day, ever since you were ten?" - he chuckled.

I pretended to count in my head, and then answered:

"That's right. You sure know your math."

"Top of the class, actually." - he replied, lifting his chin and smiling
slyly – "But seriously, have you ever been in serious relationship?
Like... having a boyfriend?"

"Yeah, a couple of times... But it didn't work out." - I gave him a weak
smile – "So now I have settled for one night stands."

He paused what he was doing for a few seconds. Then he licked his lips and
coughed up:

"And earlier, when our hands touched... Did it do anything for you?"

I paused for a minute and considered, whether this could be a roundabout
offer. But I dismissed the thought, reminding myself that since he was
thirteen, he already introduced me to three of his girlfriends.

"Sorry kid, but no."

"How come?"

"Well, do you feel anything when your hand brushes against Mrs. Foster's
hand?" - I asked him. Mrs Foster was a fiftyish woman that lived down the
street. Ron sometimes helped her with her groceries, since she lived on her
own.

"No! She could be my grandmother!" - he said, frowning his face.

"But aren't you straight? - I mocked him and added – You see, sexual
orientation isn't about lusting after everyone with correct
gender. Personal tastes still apply, and just as you wouldn't be attracted
to a woman thrice your age, you shouldn't assume I'm attracted to a boy
your age."

He nodded his head slowly and cleaned another two sockets without uttering
a single word. Then, all of a sudden, he shot:

"So, how is sex with a guy compared to sex with a girl?"

"I wouldn't know." - I grinned at him – "But I'm almost sure, that it's
impossible to have hands-free orgasm with a girl. Plus, reputedly, guys are
much better at giving blowjobs."

I almost laughed out loud when I saw him mouthing `hands-free' to himself.

"You're kidding me, sir! How is that even possible?"

"Well, during penetration, the penis stimulates the prostate gland. With
enough stimulation, ejaculation is inevitable."

He was looking at me with his jaw dropped, surely grateful for all the
anatomic details.

"B-but doesn't it hurt like hell?"

"Well, it does!" - I laughed – "But there's no free lunch!"

He nodded his head again, and jumped off of the workbench. All his spark
plugs were already clean, just as mine, so we walked up to the car again to
screw them back. We switched to the technical topics. It was always like
this with him. First, a serious talk, then just exchange about what we were
doing at the moment, and from time to time he was switching to talking
total nonsense. After we succeeded to start up the engine, he gave me a
high five, he said, with a warm smile:

"I hope you'll find the right guy eventually, Mr. Williams. After you'll
stop that one night stand routine, of course."

We both chuckled, and then I noticed his face and t-shirt was besmeared
with grease.

"You sure got dirty - I noted - You can use my bathroom if you want."

"Thanks Mr. Williams, but I gotta head home anyway. See you tomorrow."

"Sure kid, thanks for your help." - I replied, and shook hands with him,
and watched him run off to his porch. You may think it's strange, but I
never saw Ron naked, or even topless. I suppose he was a bit conscious
about his lean body, so even in the hottest weeks of summer he used to have
at least a tank top on. And when I babysat him he was adamant about bathing
on his own and he always slept in his pajamas. Of course, not a month after
that conversation, I managed to see even more than I have ever hoped for.

III. Epiphany

It was the end of the June. The school year was coming to a close. One
weekend, Ron's father asked me to look after his son, while he and his wife
would be away for a funeral of a distant relative. At fifteen, Ronald was
of course able to take care of himself, so I was supposed to just keep an
eye on things, so he wouldn't burn down the house, or something. Obviously
I have agreed and was given a house key and an instruction to check the
house at least on every morning and evening. On the next day, at 10 AM, I
dutifully came to their front yard, and tried to open the front door with a
key. You can imagine my bewilderment, when I discovered it was unlocked. I
checked if the locks were broken or tampered with, but there was no sign of
it. I quietly walked inside, and after grabbing a rolling pin from the
drawer in the kitchen, I continued my search. I kept a sharp ear on any
sound of burglars going through my neighbour's stuff, and looked inside
every room to see if something was already stolen. The fact that the house
seemed untouched, terrified me even more. What if some psycho sneaked in
during the night and killed Ron? My heart almost stopped beating at the
mere thought of that possibility, so I run up the stairs and headed for
Ronald's room. It was when I saw ruffled bedding, that I realised that I
can hear a sound of water running from the shower. Following the sound,
still armed with rolling pin, I sneaked up to bathroom door and barged in
without knocking.

The person in the shower shut off the water and opened the cabin, letting
out a cloud of steam that shrouded my vision. As it dispersed, I was able
to make out a lean silhouette, with head of brown hair, and complete
astonishment written all over their face. We stood there for a minute, me
with a makeshift weapon in my raised hand and Ronald naked as the day he
was born. He must have skipped school.

I couldn't help, but look all over him. His long legs with ridiculously
large feet, his lean arms with biceps already forming, flat but broad chest
with brown nipples and half hard dick, that looked absolutely delicious. To
be honest, I was afraid to direct my eyes back to his face. By the time he
must have figured out that I found him hot and God knows how he would react
to this, once his shock has blown over. I considered simply turning around
and walking away until I heard him giggle. I looked at his face and
realised that for some abstruse reason, he was okay with this situation.

"You're naked and half hard" - I stated the obvious - As a responsible gay
guy I should probably go home now."

There was the most awkward moment of silence between us. Then we shared a
giggle.

"Do you really think of me as I think of Mrs. Foster? - Ron asked, tilting
his head to the left - Nobody's home.  We can both get something out of
it... if you want."

With me almost turned into stone, it was actually, Ron who made a first
step. He walked up to me with a devilish smile, hooked his index finger on
mine and continued walking, making me follow him.  He was so confident,
that he didn't even once look back to check if I kept walking. And I'm
relieved that he didn't, since it spared me humiliation of him realising
that all the way to his room, I haven't once taken my eyes off of his
beautifully pert ass. He led me into his room. When we got there and he
turned to me, I saw that his dick was at the full mast. Instead of saying
anything he just sat on his bed, supporting his weight on his arms, spread
his legs and tilted his head back. His eyes were closed. He was giving
himself up to me. What else could I do other than accept this generous gift
and exchange it for something special, that (as he probably thought) only I
could give him?

Without removing my clothes, I knelt in front of him and marveled at his
beauty. At the age of fifteen, Ronald had a thick brown hair on his calves,
at the base of his dick and under armpits. Anywhere else he was smooth and
pale. He had low hanging, plum sized balls that he kept clean-shaved and
the shaft so long that his cockhead almost reached to his belly
button. Since his body was a bit stretched, Ron's ribs were
protruding. However he wasn't exactly skinny. One look at his thighs, belly
and chest was enough to see that hours of riding his bike and playing
soccer with his friends paid off and in a few years he'll have a rather
athletic body. Looking at upper side of his body, I noticed a barely
visible stubble on his neck and jawline. During this examination, I've
noticed that Ron is gently tapping his foot to show me that he is getting
impatient, anxious to discover new sensations. Still intimidated, I
stretched out my arm and brushed his nipple with just my index finger. He
sighed, as I traced it down stomach, and then caressed his left thigh with
my open hand. Ron wriggled in his disappointment and longing. The vein on
his dick pulsed in accord to the rhythm of his heart.

Eager to please my young friend, I surrounded his shaft with my fingers and
gently kissed his dickhead. It leaked with precum just as Ron has grabbed a
handful of the duvet in each of his fists. I licked the nectar of and then
tasted his dick all the way to the balls. I lingered there to tickle two
warm salty orbs and then sucked on them for a while. Then I made my way
back to the dickhead and while listening to the sweet music of his soft
moans made my way back. He was like a human equivalent of Stradivarius
cello. He was responsive to any of my incentives. When I licked his puss
slit, he meowed. When I circled his dickhead with my tongue, he
purred. When I engulfed his shaft in my mouth he gasped and squealed when I
bobbed up and down on it. When I deep throated him he went absolutely
silent and all his muscles tensed. I grabbed his hips to encourage him to
hump my mouth, to which he obliged with protracted groan. Unfortunately,
his lack of experience showed in his haste. He placed his palm on my head
and started to batter my throat with his dick. For a moment, Ron showed me
a glimpse of beast that lurks within the loins of every man. But it lasted
only for a short while, after which his dick tensed and my tongue was
creamed with his sweet, thick nectar. I swallowed it, cleaned the shaft
with my tongue, and after letting it out of my mouth, I kissed the head.

"Thank you." - we both spat out after few seconds and shared a chuckle.

IV. Panta Rei

After that fateful morning, our bond seemed to be even a bit stronger than
before. But I was neither his lover, nor a cocksucker that he merely used
to quench his desires. You may think that I'm just deluding myself into
thinking that, but as a proof, let me tell you that throughout the ten
years, until he graduated from university and got married, Ron had six
girlfriends in total (he got back with the fourth and married her at the
age of twenty-seven). And even despite this, throughout these years he
would come by on regular basis. Sometimes he would come to ask me how I was
doing, and sometimes to get something off his chest. And from time to time
he would smile and wave his eyebrows at me to let me know that he is
willing to bless me with his aspergillum.

If his parents were out of town, it could happen even twice a day. Once in
a few weeks he would come to watch a game or a movie and I would blow him
during halftime or after we paused what we were watching in the
middle. After he went to university to study medicine, we got brave and
sometimes had our fun on holiday parties in his room upstairs, despite his
parents and the rest of the guests being just one floor below.

I think even though he wasn't gay, throughout these years, this thing
between us was his way of showing me that I occupied a special spot in his
heart. I was his guardian, his mentor, friend and giver of pleasure. That's
why I was hardly surprised at the phone call I got from him about fifteen
years after he got married.

V. Andy

It was a Friday evening, during the late summer, when I heard phone
ringing. I smiled and walked up to answer it.

"Hi Leo. - I heard his voice after picking up the receiver. We got onto
first name terms shortly after he graduated high school - How are you
doing?'

"Not much has changed since one week ago. - I answered with a smile -How
about you, kid?"

"Well, I thought about showing old neighbourhood to my firstborn next
week. Do you mind us coming over?"

"Sure I don't! I'd love to finally meet Andy in person." - I answered,
remembering few photos that he sent me over last couple of years.

"Great, because he really wants to meet you too. I told him a lot about
you."

"Hope it won't be your only visit?" - I asked, hoping that he'll have some
fun for old time's sake.

"Who knows, maybe one visit will be just enough?" - replied Ron. I sensed
something suspicious in his voice, but when he switched topic to a small
talk, I didn't object. He grown up to become a great person, and whatever
he kept from me, must have been better off presented to me as a surprise.

A week has flew by quickly. Next Friday I heard a car arriving to my
neighbour's. I went out to the porch and saw Ronald's Land Rover on a
driveway. Ron left the vehicle and looked around. Then he saw me and waved
at me. I waved back. As he walked up to open the trunk, I turned my
attention to the opening passenger's door. The boy that emerged from the
backseat, although skinnier, was a striking image of Ron at younger
age. Another difference was that his brown bangs covered his forehead. Andy
noticed me staring, smiled, and turned to the trunk to help his dad with
luggage. He seemed just like the nice kid that Ronald has described to me.

They've visited me in the afternoon, as I expected, so I treated them to
the lunch. As we sat by the table and had a bit of a small talk, I noticed
some more differences between Ron and Andy. The boy's eyes were hazel and
somewhat more pensive than his father's. His complexion was also a bit
darker. Opposite to his father at fifteen, Andy gave off a shy impression,
often looking at his dad for reassurance before answering my
question. Throughout their visit, I have wondered about the meaning of
Ronald's words. It became clear to me when, about two hours into their
visit, Ron switched the topic.

"Listen Leo. - he began, as the three of us were sitting in the living
room, me and Andy side by side on the sofa - One of the reasons, why I
brought Andy with me, was the serious talk that we had about a month
ago. Do you mind telling mr. Williams for yourself, buddy?"

The boy took a deep breath and nodded his head. Then he spoke to me, trying
to keep an eye contact as much as he could.

"We talked about sex, sir. And not only about birds and bees. I asked dad
about the other stuff."

"Of course, after all you're fourteen already." - I smiled at him to give
him some encouragement.

"You see - Ronald cut in - Andy is a little shy and hasn't found a
girlfriend yet. But he's getting more and more curious."

"I sure can understand that." - I laughed thinking about how every guy at
this age is. Too old to play with Legos, but too young to play with boobs.

"So I asked dad about blowjobs and he told me he knew the expert."

I couldn't tell you, whether me or Andy turned a deeper shade of red. I was
petrified, until I heard Ronald giggle.

"Okay guys, here it is then. I'll take a walk around the street, while you
to can figure it out by yourselves. I'll be back in about an hour."

VI. Like father like son

After he left we sat in silence for a few minutes. I looked over Andy, who
was sitting there with eyes fixed on his knees. At first it seemed so wrong
to me to even consider this proposition. But the more I thought about it,
the more sense it made to me. Andy was asking me for pretty much the same
thing as his dad. And this time it seemed even more right, since his dad
was giving us his blessing. I placed my hand on the back of his neck, which
startled him a bit and made him look up at me.

"Listen, Andy. Do you know exactly what you wanted, when you decided to
come here?"

"Yeah, dad told me all about you two, sir."

"And what did you think about it?"

"It seemed weird at first. But I guess it was fine, since neither of you
forced the other one to do it."

"And don't you mind us both being guys?"

"Why would I?" - he asked amazed, which made me feel proud of Ron as a dad.

"It's all right then. You see, the thing between me and your father was
something... very special. And I need to know if you are really, really
sure that you want the same kind if thing between us. Remember that nobody
is going to force you to do something that you're not willing to do."

"I understand that, sir. - he replied seriously – "And it took me almost
a month to make that decision."

"A month? Why?"

"Well, first of all, I didn't expect it. And I never even imagined dad
being into this kind of stuff."

"He certainly was."

"Yeah, I know that already." - he chuckled – "But there was also the age
difference thing. No offence, sir! "

"None taken, Andy. I know that I'm forty years older than you. That's why
I'm asking all those questions. So what made you change your mind on that?"

"I figured you'd have the advantage of experience" - he sent me a
mischievous smile – "also dad stressed that you were the best."

"I must thank him, when he comes back. - I chuckled – "We still have
forty more minutes before that happens, you know that?"

Instead of replying, he looked into my eyes, at his crotch and then back at
me. Then he smiled and spread his legs. There was already a nice tent in
his shorts.

I knelt in front of him and put my thumbs under the waistband of his shorts
to pull them off. He lifted his butt and as his boxers came off, his dick
sprang out. Although he was almost two years younger than his dad when I
first blew him, his lovestick was already of a decent size. I gathered as
much saliva as I could, while stroking his cock a couple times and took his
hard dick in my mouth, using my tongue to coat it with moisture. Somehow,
our moans synchronized. Rounded shape of Andy's cockhead was making it
really easy to swallow him to the hilt, but I did it just twice, since I
didn't want to make him come too soon. Between these penetrations, much to
his enjoyment, I moved to his balls. His taste was pure, and
sharp. Boyish. He shivered. I pressed my thumb to the underside of his
cock, just over the balls to delay his orgasm. With his endurance ensured,
I finally could get bolder and attack his dickhead with my tongue. Next
delicacy on my list was his cock almost balls deep in my mouth. He entered
me so swiftly and felt so good, that I've literally skullfucked myself on
his dick.

"Oh, oh, oh!" - Andy moaned, each time I went down on him. My only response
each time was a loud slurp. In ecstasy, he scratched my ears and head. Then
he squeezed his lean thighs around my neck. I removed my hand from his dick
and kept it in my mouth until it stopped twitching. Then I let go of him
and swallowed a nice, yet watery load.

Ronald came back about fifteen minutes later. Besides Andy's cheeks still
being a bit flushed, it looked as if nothing happened. The boy was chatting
with me while sipping on the soda I poured him earlier, while he was
getting dressed.

"So how it worked out for you two?" - Ron asked.

"He was delicious." - I replied, to which Andy reacted with cute, sheepish
smile.

"I'd love to do that again sometime. If that's okay with you, sir."

 "How about now?  I definitely could use one, and it looks like you need
another one." - offered Ron.

Andy looked at him, and then at me confused, but then nodded his head
slowly.  I couldn't help but notice a bulge forming in his pants. I took a
deep breath, feeling excitement washing over me. I've never tried being
watched while having sex, much less with teenage boy and his father
involved. Who knew that things will get that interesting!

THE END

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