Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2002 18:16:13 -0500
From: Tom Cup <tom_cup@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Innocents by Richard Dean - Part 1 Chapter 5 Gay - A/Y

The Innocents by Richard Dean
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The Innocents
By Richard Dean
Part 1
Chapter 5
What next?

"Pae, Paulo cries too", my son stated as he crawled into bed with me.

"I know, Ton, I cannot comfort him now.  He understands.   I have my boy
that needs me."

Snuggling up as close as he could to me, he ran his hand over my chest,
playing with the sparse hair that grew in a cluster within that unnamed
concave section between my nipples. Softly stroking my chest and nipples he
murmured with sighs of tenseness.  I lay on my back with my left arm wrapped
around him in close comfort.  Toninho places little nips of kisses on my
chest while continuing to softly stroke in fluttered motions, fingers
dancing upon a stage of epidermal security.  I could feel his penis becoming
more erect as it pressed tightly into my hip and leg joint.  Unwittingly my
cock was stretching and straining caused by the ministrations of my Toninho,
in spite of my unwillingness to allow it to happen.

"Kiss me Pae, make good love with me before you go to sleep."

I wanted to consume this manboy, to taste him completely, to run my tongue
in discovery of every nook and cranny of his body.  I wanted to suck the
essence of my manchild and ingest it to become one with me.  I wanted....I
needed....I desired, but I could not allow this to happen.  I would be a
paedophile.  Even in Brazil, it is illegal with a child of 14 despite the
fact that he may have lived the life of a man 30 years his senior.  I shook
my head in denial.

"Please, Pae, please do this with me," he begged reaching within my briefs
to stroke and extract my enraged inflamed cock.

"No, Toninho.  This is illegal in Brazil.  You're not of age or consent.  Do
you wish me in prison?"

"For our love, Pae?  Who would know?  Who would tell?  Paulo won't.  I
won't.  I need this, Pae.  I need us to be together, Pae.  You must join us
together, Pae.  For me, for us!"

"I want this above all else, Ton, but I cannot.  I cannot lie to others or
to myself.  I would be guilty of deception," I tried to convince myself as I
whispered into the air.

Toninho's ministrations to my cock and balls had set me aflame with such a
desire that I became an automaton and allowed my response to him, take me
over.  I kissed him with deep abandonment, licking and nipping at his ears,
eyes, nose, mouth, cheeks, and forehead.  He pulled the sheet that covered
us away and slipped off his shorts.  My hand was capturing the memory of his
muscular boyhood.  He was uncircumcised as is the usual custom, but he had
the heft and length of a man, his balls were plump and fully developed into
separate entities hanging within a bag that allowed free movement with every
toss and turn of his body, as he writhed and bucked against me.  He covered
me with his body and his arm and hand were still clutching my cock, slowly
stroking me into complete submission.  I was lost.  I had become captive,
although a willing prisoner to his movements.

With the greed of lust, I turned him onto his back and attacked his body
with my tongue and mouth, while my Ton, was murmuring sweet emanations of
encouragement to me.  Licking and kissing him from chest through an apparent
treasure trail of fine hairs pointing to his ample pubic hair and the prize
that jutted out, proudly beckoning me to claim my prize and reward.  His
foreskin was partially retracted naturally, and willingly gave to when I
stretched it backward to display his swollen reddened cock-head and prepuce,
moist, hot, filled with his life blood, but soft to the touch of my tongue
and lips.  I washed my face back and forth across and over his cock,
inhaling deeply his odor that produced rapturous feelings within my corpus.
My hands were on a search and discover mission to feel, stroke and capture
his testicles so that I could minister to them as I had done to his cock.
My tongue searched in and around his ball sac and wandered to the aperture
of his buttocks.  He aided my discovery by pulling his ass apart to make way
into his vault for my slithering searching tongue.  I plied his rosebud with
every taste bud excited to experience his orifice about and within.  His
moans and murmurs spurred me on my quest to taste the forbidden fruit of his
Garden of Eden.

"More Pae, more," he groaned.  "Yes, yes, yes. Take me Pae, give it to me,"
he grunted with sonorous pleas to violate and consume him.  I could
withstand no more.  His movements teased me into slipping my cock, bit by
bit into his open void, until he commanded me to "go all the way, Pae, hard,
fast...."

Our movements were choreographed into the crashing of bodies, sweating,
grunting copulation of Man and Child.  The heat of our bodies welded us into
one pliant writhing mass of muscle and joint.  I could hold no longer,
ejaculating with a force I felt never before in my lifetime.  Crying and
laughing together in wonder and awe of the baptism of our union, I slipped
out of him, as my prick soon softened and could no longer accommodate his
movement of inner bowel as it was contracting in and out, as if he were
drawing breath into his body.  Expelled from his warren, I collapsed in
sheer exhaustion as I covered him in caress and kiss abundant.  I lapped his
sweet perspiration from his body.  In doing so, discovered he had ejaculated
an abundant offering to my eager lips and tongue.  We shared his taste in
subsequent kisses and licks.  The consummation of our marriage was complete
and oh so rare.  This event would take place on many subsequent evenings of
our future of this I was certain.  Tired and in the rosy haze of
satisfaction, we drifted off to sleep the sleep of the dead, entangled in
arms and legs.  Neither of us thought about my impending departure.  Our
love dispelled the dread of that.

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The arrival of morning was announced by the soft tapping on the door of our
bedroom.

"Come in Paulo".  Who else could it have been?

"Good morning family.  Since its almost 10 am, I've brought a breakfast
snack and cafezinhos for your wake up presentation."

Displayed on a tray with the cafezinhos, were a selection of cheeses, toast,
jam and several fruits sliced into compote.  Nudging Toninho in an attempt
to revive him from his comatose state, I said: "Paulo not only are you my
anchor, but are the rock for our family.  I love you.", sending him a kiss
through the air.

As a retort he returned, "Was that a nightmare or a wrestling match I heard
last night?" as he beamed from ear to ear.  I winked at him in at agreement.
  He handed me a cafezinho, from which I took a sip, then climbed out of
bed, naked of course, and traipsed into the bathroom for my morning whizz.
Bladder emptied and no longer distended, I returned to resume the chat and
breakfast with my dearest friend and companion.  While we were talking,
Toninho rolled around, flopping this way and that, stretching, and muttered:
"I smell food. Good morning Pae, my love.  Good morning Paulo, my brother.
It's a beautiful day, why don't we have our snack on the balcony, eh?  I
don't want anything spilled in our beautiful bedroom."

Paulo and I exchanged conspiratorial glances noting that our young man was
ebullient, jolly and little concerned about the days' events as he had rued
the previous night.  I determined that I would have a heart to heart with
Paulo, concerning my guilty conscience over my lack of personal resolve in
acceding to last nights' session.  It weighed heavily on my mind, however I
could not regret the beauty and joy of it.

First on the agenda would be to fire up the computer and see what we could
find regarding the whereabouts of the mysterious or elusive Granny in Porto
Alegre.  Could she be found?  Is she still alive?  I would have to leave it
to the wiles, pluck and determination of my compatriots to find a clue that
would start our sojourn into the unknown, as I would have to ready myself to
return to work.  That also weighed heavily on my mind.

The dining room became in transition a home office for my files,
correspondence, fax machine, and computer.  It was there that we were
settled about an hour later.  I was working on some of my bills and making
payments while Paulo and Toninho were working out the nuances of the search
for his Granny.  During this time, too, Paulo was showing Toninho the quick
ways to use the computer with few lessons.  Toninho was a bit discouraged as
he could only manage to hunt and peck at the keyboard, but Paulo convinced
him it didn't matter since a computer could wait until hell freezes over
until it had some information with which to work its' magic.  As they
chatted and worked the search engines, I finished the bills, and made the
envelopes ready for posting.  I asked Toninho to take them to the post
office and mail them, stop off at the pharmacists and get me some aspirin,
mouthwash, toothpaste and a pair of earplugs, so that I could sleep on the
airplane.  It also afforded me the time to talk with Paulo about some things
I had to get off my chest.  I wanted Toninho not to think he was the cause
of the guilt I felt about my lack of fortitude to preclude our sexual
alliance.

"Sure I'll do it, where are the keys?"

"The keys, I gave you keys several days ago, didn't I?"

"We only got Herbie yesterday, Pae," he remarked seriously.

"Not on your life, young man...over my dead body!" I protested vehemently.

His smile indicated to me he was pulling my leg.  Once again it took a
glance at Paulo to see that he fell into the same word trap Toninho had
pulled on me.  We smiled together at our clever Toninho, while shaking our
heads.

"And don't forget to get enough money from the house account box before you
leave, Ton."

"Got it, Pae, have a nice talk," he posited as he left.

"Toninho is too smart for his own good, I think."

"Too damned smart," Paulo said in agreement.  We had a laugh about that.

"Ricardo, Toninho told me earlier he thinks you may feel guilty about his
pressure on you last night.  He is not at all sorry about that, but he
doesn't want you to make yourself sick about this.  He is the instigator and
he's well glad of it.  If it weren't for your high principles, he would have
thought nothing of it, but you are you, and we Brazilians think less of the
social stigma from that aspect.  We enjoy the feelings of the moment.
Consequences be damned.  In many cases it turns out well, but in some not.
Those are the times of self-doubt and worry.  Let it go, my friend.  It was
bound to happen.  Toninho is a rational sexual being and certainly is not a
virgin.  I suspect he knows more than he will let on to you and me.  It's
his choice, my friend.  Let it lie; don't allow it to tie you in knots.  I
concur with Toninho, it was meant to be."

The rest of our conversation covered all of the contingencies while I would
be away.  I asked Paulo to see about getting some health insurance for
Toninho, during my absence just in case he were injured.  He agreed he would
do that.  And also reminded him to keep the keys to Herbie away from
Toninho.  It wouldn't surprise me that he would take it out to prove that he
could handle it.  Teenagers can rationalize anything they want to do, and
make it seem as if it were not a problem.  Ha, teenagers don't as a rule,
like to follow rules or regulations and will pull at the bit at every
opportunity to exceed or bypass them.  They don't do it out of meanness, but
to see how far they are able to carry something to a conclusion, on their
own, with no assistance from an adult.  I further explained to Paulo, as if
he didn't know it...If I were to say to Toninho, not to pick up that hammer
and nails and build a tree house, he might comply for a while, but he would
rationalize that a tree house is what he needs, and Billy be damned, if he
couldn't build one by himself, without plans or supervision.  And attempt to
do it.  Probably would succeed in doing it too.  It would never be voted as
house of the year, by Home and Garden magazine, but it would serve its'
purpose.

Ah the pluck and impertinence of a teenager.

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