Date: Sun, 02 Nov 2014 22:32:52 -0800
From: garystratford@yahoo.com
Subject: Part 3 - Lively Boys

Lively Boys
[Part 3 - Lively Boys - Lucas my special guy]

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They are wrong!  The 'THEY' to whom I am referring is society at large or
at least those who tell you and try to convince you that boys are not wired
differently than girls.  Science and anthropology combine to reaffirm that
even after all of the years humans have been on this earth boys are
different from girls in virtually all aspects as a general rule of thumb.
No matter how society tries to engineer them, boys will always be the rough
and tumble, aggressive, playful, and even sexually curious little creatures
I find very attractive to be around.

Boys, yes even those staunchly heterosexual ones, will on average say yes
to a blowjob from another boy or even a man if they know they will not be
publicly embarrassed for receiving it.  A smaller number will even allow
you to touch, caress, lick and even fuck their precious little asses.  A
larger percentage will allow you to touch them to include touching their
penises.  Most crave the physical attention and contact of other males
(boys and more so of men).  Their desire to be accepted as a man is so
ingrained that a few will submit to almost any type of test or ritual in
order to gain that acceptance - even if there is a lot of discomfort and
some pain.

This story depicts such interaction.  That level of interaction which jumps
from touching and physical interaction to an increased level of intimate
contact up to and inclusive of anal sexual intercourse.

This story depicts the sexual activity between an adult male and an
underage boy.  If you aren't supposed to be reading this type of story,
then stop.  Otherwise enjoy what you read.

Please let me know what you think (garystratford@yahoo.com).

Gary - older male
Lucas - 13 almost 14 year old boy


*****

...I rolled off of his well fucked ass, my cock tugging wetly from his cum
filled ass.  I lay there beside Lucas as he continued to lay face down,
sobbing into his pillow.  I closed my eyes and rubbed his back, his body
racked by a series of sobs.

He rolled over slightly and lifted up a little to crawl onto my chest.  He
brought up a clenched fist and pounded several times on my chest.  "Will
you, uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, now stick uhhhh, uhhhh, around and live?"  He asked
and then laid his face on my chest.

"Shhh, hush, Lucas."  I cooed as I stroked his back.  "What are you talking
about?"

He lifted his head and wiped his tears.  "Mom and I were worried you were
going to do something stupid because your heart is broken."

'Fuck' yes, they were right.  I swallowed and tried to reassure him that it
would be okay.  "Lucas, I promise I won't hurt myself.  Not now, not ever.
I would be a fool to do so knowing that someone like you is there for me."
I confessed.

He hugged me and I hugged him back.  "Good."  he said.

"You are one brave little hero."  I said.

He was snuggled up close to me and before he drifted off to sleep his
comment to me was "Well, maybe next time you can take it a little slower
and easier on me."

"If you let me have a next time, I will make you feel so wonderful."  I
promised and fell asleep as well.

***** Part 3 - Lively Boys - Lucas my special guy

I dreamt of better times, no not that having Jennifer and Lucas in my life
was not a good thing, my mind focused on those days with Robbie.  Never
would I have thought I would have fallen so hard for someone that knowing
they were in love with someone else would break my heart.

Images flitted in and out of focus as I wandered through my dreams.  The
last time Robbie and I were together intimately was prior to my parents and
I getting on a plane and leaving for Germany now started to come into
focus.  We hurriedly and as quietly as possible made love in the spare room
downstairs at our house.  Robbie spent the night because he was going to
drive all of us to the airport.  He had received all sorts of papers from
my parents to enable him to be in charge of our house here in the United
States so that he could keep it ready for when we would hopefully one day
return, sooner than later I had hoped, but my dad and mom looked forward to
my dad's new job and the new 'adventure' we were on.

Although I had not routinely bottomed for Robbie, I really preferred to top
and that was okay with Robbie.  I wanted him to have my ass again.  He had
mounted my now 14 year old ass slowly and as tenderly and lovingly as
possible with his 21 year old man cock.  I kept my face burying deep in the
pillow to muffle the joy of the event and of course to absorb the noise I
usually make during sex.  Sometimes, especially when you don't bottom often
and this actually only being the 4th time since that day I gave my cherry
to Robbie that I had been penetrated, it can hurt no matter how much you
try to prepare.

In my dream and as I remembered the moment I did not relive each second,
just from the beginning of the night's events, jumped to Robbie finishing
and then him pulling out and sucking my cock, jumped to me cuming in his
mouth, jumped to when I quietly went back up to my room and finishing with
our saying goodbye at the airport.  I recalled that I had wanted so much to
kiss Robbie goodbye, but we did not embrace that way, just hugged and shook
hands.

As that dream faded I drifted out of sleep back into the present and as I
woke from the refuge of sleep and my dreams I realized there was someone in
my bed.  I looked at my clock beside the bed and realized I had only been
asleep for a couple of hours.  The warm body next to me moved, rolled over
on its side and was spooned up next to me.  In the darkness, with the glow
of the clock I could tell it was the smaller frame with short cropped crew
cut hair of Lucas.

I was definitely awake.  No more dreams.  My cock was sticky and I could
smell Lucas and especially his ass or the essence of his ass as it hung in
the air.  I had done it, I began to replay the events through a hazy filter
of that semi-stupor I had been in due to the alcohol.  I remember Lucas
eventually submitting to me, what choice did he have.  I had ridden his ass
very aggressively and with some anger driving the desire meant he had to
endure a very rough ride.

I remember him telling me through sobs how he had offered up his ass to
hopefully prevent me from doing something stupid like getting in a car or
on a motorcycle and driving drunk or worse guaranteeing an end to my life
using one of the various weapons I owned.  That brought tears, well
deserved tears to my eyes.  I closed my eyes and cupped my mouth to quiet
the sobs.  I took his ass, yes he willingly gave it up, but I was anything
but tender in deflowering him.  I remembered being angry and frustrated and
the look of resignation through the tears in his eyes as I plundered his
ass, his body reacted in various stages of enjoyment and pain.

I was no longer drunk, just that fading buz as my body had metabolized the
alcohol in my system.  I almost picked up the phone to call 911 and have
myself arrested.  Maybe I should have done that and just confessed and
accepted the consequences of my actions.  Instead I did promise myself to
honor whatever Lucas wanted done, whatever retribution he felt was
necessary for my actions.  I would talk to him later and ask him what he
wanted to do with me.

What I did to Lucas was worse than what Robbie marrying a woman meant to
me.  I could not justify my actions no matter how I looked at it.  Taking
Lucas to my bed and having sex with him was just a way for me to release my
aggression and frustration.  It was loveless and was not because I wanted
an emotional connection with Lucas.  Sure, he was a very sexy boy and up to
this point I had not been sexually active with anyone his age.  I had some
sexual liaisons with guys my age and a few who were older than me over the
years, very covertly during those years.

Why did finding out Robbie had gotten married cause me so much heartache?
After all, we had not discussed any exclusivity or anything and I had been
open with him about the various guys I had sex with as we discussed it
during the few occasions we had gotten together over the years as I served
in the Army.  He never seemed to have a challenge with it, but he never
indicated he was seeing anyone, dating or having sex with anyone.  I had
asked him about us a couple of times and during our most recent visit prior
to last night, which was several years prior, all he could do was tell me
he was waiting for society to change and for me to come home permanently
and then we could decide how to handle the 'us' relationship.

I am despicable was all I could think.  Who was I to expect Robbie to wait
for me indefinitely especially since I did not remain faithful to him,
despite not being asked to do so?  Did I have any reason to be hurt?  Oh
boy, now I felt even worse.

As I battled with myself, I started to sob more.  No, not for myself, but
for Lucas.  "Damn it all to hell, I need to be shot for what I have done."
I blurted out in what I thought was a low hushed whisper at best.

The bed shook a little and I felt him roll back over and toss his arm
across my chest.  He gripped me firmly and pulled himself up my body until
we were face to face.  He had both arms stacked on each other laid across
my chest and supporting his chin.

I wiped the tears from my eyes and looked at his face in the darkness, his
features visible in the glow of the clock.  "Uncle Gary, are you alright?"
He whispered.

'Fuck, he is asking me if I am alright.' How crazy is this world?

I took a deep breath and swallowed.  "Yes, I am fine."  I answered.  Then
asked.  "How about you, are you okay?  You are the one who needs to be
asked if he is okay."

He sighed strongly. Then answered, "Well, I won't lie to you.  It hurt like
heck and my ass is still tingly and sore."

"I am so sorry."  Was all I could say as more tears rolled down my cheeks.
"You must hate me."  I finished as I rubbed my eyes with my hands.

"Yeah, I guess I should."  Lucas said.

I looked at him and was going to speak, but he started again.

"If I did hate you for what you did, would I have stayed the night?"  He
asked.

I hadn't thought about it that way.  "I guess, not.  However, you could be
just afraid of me now."

I could tell he shook his head.  "Nope, not afraid.  I think I have seen
the level of mean you can be and I survived it fairly well I think."  He
stated in a mature way, then he wriggled one hand off of my chest and
pushed it down and back into what I would realize was his ass crack.  I
could see him squint and grimace slightly as he probed around his ass a
little.

He brought his now slimy and sticky hand back up to my chest, wiped it off
on me just below my neck.  I could smell my cum, the lube and his ass
juices mixed together.  He wriggled his hands together back on my chest and
let his chin set thumpingly back where it had been before he reached for
his ass.

"No real damage back there from what I can tell."  He stated flatly.  "We
can start fresh today."  He continued.

I was bewildered.  He was some boy.  Very mature.

I swallowed.  "Do you want me to call your mom or the police and let them
know what happened?"

He reached out with his left hand and his body leaned across my chest as he
stretched for the light on the night stand.  The brightness of the light
made both of us squint, but we quickly adapted to the new light in the
room.  Lucas crawled up onto my belly with his knees on the bed at either
side.  He put his palms on my chest just above each pectoral muscle near
the adjacent shoulder.  He stared at me for several minutes apparently
formulating a reply.  I lay there silently, actually afraid of what he
might do or say next.

Finally he frowned and he looked harshly at me through narrowed eyes.  He
slowly shook his head from one side to the other.  "No, I think it is best
this, um, particular event remain here between us."  He stated firmly.

"Okay, I... um, thank you."  Was all I could say.

He bit his lower lip.  He swallowed very strongly.  "Good.  Just so we are
clear, you will never fuck my ass without my permission ever again, is that
understood?"  He asked as if he owned me, which in a manner of speaking he
probably did come to think of it.

I nodded.  "Yes, I understand."

"Uncle Gary, unlike you I ain't gay, just so you know."  He said, smirked
and added quickly, "You do suck dick very well and that is good to know,
never know when I might let you suck it again.  That part really felt
goooood."  He chuckled a bit and slithered off to my side, I spooned up
next to him as he allowed me to drape my arm across his body and he
snuggled back tight against me.

"Works for me."  I said.

I pulled my arm off of him as I reached behind me and turned off the light,
then I hugged him tightly and he moaned in appreciation and held my arm
tightly to his body.  "I love you.  We can chat more later.  I wanna get
some more sleep."  He said and drifted off to sleep.

I breathed in deeply smelling him, his scent on my chest and his scent next
to me wafting from his head and from his body.  I drifted back to sleep.


***** Part 3 - Lively Boys - Lucas my special guy

Lucas surprisingly did not say I would never get to fuck his sweet, tight,
hot little ass ever again.  He also expressed some admiration for my cock
sucking abilities.

No, I am not making light of the aggressive nature with which I took his
virginity.  If I could have taken it back, I would in favor of it being a
more tender and loving experience.  Since I know the history and the events
that take place, I will let you know ahead of time that while Lucas is not
gay he did allow me to fuck his ass a couple of times over the years, but
under different circumstances thankfully.

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