Date: Fri, 16 Jan 2009 09:29:22 -0500
From: Jonathan Matthews <jonafunu@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Untellable Truth about Jake (Chapters 17-19)
Disclaimer / Message: Well sorry it's been so long, the last two
submissions took about a week each to bring to you but my personal life has
been pretty busy. I actually managed to get a professional writing job
because of this story, so to those who say writing doesn't pay I challenge
your logic! Ah good times... Anyway, we finally have reached a pretty
climactic moment in the story. It never becomes easy to get to the point of
sexual contact but I think that I did it fairly well. I didn't want to
break from the believability of the story and I also didn't want everyone
to wait seventeen more chapters for it either, so this was my
compromise. As always let me know what you think, your comments and
criticisms are GREATLY appreciated.
Please note this story is about cross-generational love between a man (22
years old) and a boy (9 years old). This is the first installment to
feature an explicit scene between the two. If this sort of thing offends
you, or is illegal where you reside, then go away! If you are under
eighteen then go away as well! Otherwise please read and please enjoy!
jonafunu@hotmail.com
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Chapter Seventeen
My eyes shuddered open before the dawn, a rare occurrence
to say the least, but my dreams had been haunted with visions of fear and
delight. Although I couldn't remember every detail I could recall being
with Colby and seeing him taken away, dark arms from an unknown source
pulling him into the light and away from the abysmal existence that seemed
to invade everything around me. I knew that going back to sleep would be
nearly impossible, so I settled on my inevitable fate and managed to sit
up, gazing at the dark window with a severe lack of amusement.
As I climbed my way downstairs as quietly as possible, the
rising chest of Colby caught my eye. Still wrapped as still and quiet
beneath his blanket as it was a few short hours ago, I admired the peaceful
face that lay there. I felt half tempted to walk over and kiss him, to hug
him, to touch some part of his body, to realize the events of the previous
evening hadn't been a dream, but I managed to contain myself. Any further
activities would have to wait until a later time.
I walked into the kitchen and started the coffee pot much
earlier than I believe I ever had, and leaned against the counter trying to
rub the sleep away from my eyes. The bright promise of the new day had
arrived but apparently the sun wasn't aware of it at this early hour. I
mused to myself at the boxes, the collection of possessions that had filled
my life here for so long. It always seemed so easy to transplant yourself,
to experience new surroundings. Whenever we did this we required the
reminder of the old however, and held onto precious memories as though they
were gold.
Why did humans seek familiarity when they wanted to escape
where they had resided before? This was one of those questions that
couldn't find an answer to itself, and I wasn't about to waste my morning
thinking about it.
As the coffee pot murmured to a silent hum and my black
savior stared me blankly in the face, I poured my lavender coffee cup to
the brim and took a sip, savoring every ounce of caffeine as it passed into
me. The tired feeling that had stretched from the tips of my toes to the
top of my head was beginning to melt away, and the increasingly graying sky
outside gave a reminder of the hope of wintery precipitation.
"Snow..." I whispered to no one in particular, it was
something I had enjoyed a couple of times while living in Portland but
found a rare occurrence in the south. Every time I saw it I felt happy, and
it reminded me very much of being a child. I know that the vast majority of
adults find it an annoyance, an unwelcome visitor into their busy lives,
but I always saw it as the promise of beauty. No matter how ugly the world
got below the snow always fell the same, blanketing everything in a pure
white and renewing the admiration I held for nature.
"Jake?" Colby walked into the kitchen slowly, scratching
his sides and yawning. I smiled gingerly at him and began to fish for a can
of soda from the fridge.
"Why are you up so early?" Colby plopped onto one of the
chairs and looked at me with reddened eyes.
"Just couldn't sleep last night. I'm good though now that
I've had some coffee." I let the weight of the refrigerator door return it
to its proper place and placed the can of Pepsi in front of him, ruffling
his hair only to cause him to utter an annoyed grunt. It would appear as
though the boundless energy of my heart had its limitations. This amused me
to a great extent.
I turned around a chair opposite him and straddled the
back, letting my arms rest on the top and watched Colby as he popped the
can and chugged desperately at the liquid inside.
"I don't think I've ever seen you like this before, did I
wake you up?"
Colby shook his head.
"I sometimes get up this early it wasn't you."
I smiled, observing him, to which his increasingly active
eyes met mine.
"What?" He asked with curiosity with a look of mischievous
delight beginning to surface on his tired face.
"I just like watching you." I shrugged, replying with
honesty.
"I thought you'd be mad about Mom..." He muttered a little,
his eyes finding their way to the floor as they had a few days before.
"I'm glad she took it the way she did, I think she knows
that I love you." I smiled at him trying to be reassuring; I had to admit
to myself at least that I was a little disheartened by it. I felt that he
would be able to keep a secret between us but apparently his childish
spirit got the best of him.
"Cool." He smiled at me, apparently completely cured from
his moment of desperation.
"Well what are we going to do today young man?"
"Breakfast!?"
I laughed heartily, "That didn't take long huh? Well get
dressed we'll go find something and let Mommy sleep in."
He nodded and ran into the living room and up my stairs. He
always kept a few outfits at my house just in case they were ever needed. I
winced as his loud footsteps came over head, he obviously had no desire to
try and keep quiet. I assumed Stephanie to be a fairly light sleeper but
apparently she was either exhausted or accustomed to Colby, because by the
time he had made every noise amplify as loudly as was possible, he came
rushing down the stairs to greet me leaving nothing but silence above him.
"I'm ready!" He announced slightly out of breath.
I laughed to myself as I deposited the remaining part of my
coffee and placed the cup in the sink, placing both of my hands atop
Colby's shoulders.
"I don't think any restaurant would appreciate me arriving
in pajamas so let me go change."
"Kay!"
I walked past him and smiled, ascending the stairs and
entering my bedroom. The clothes that Colby had worn the previous day were
scattered about along with his previous underwear. I felt my crotch stiffen
a little, but did my best to ignore it. There were more pressing matters at
hand, such as feeding Colby.
I slipped out of my pajamas and fiddled with my chest of
drawers, trying to retrieve something and ignore the sexual temptation that
was rising within me. I managed to grab a long sleeved t-shirt and a pair
of jeans and slipped into them; I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled a
pair of socks over my bare feet. My eyes fell to the floor, and to the pair
of underwear just lying there, tempting me in ways I couldn't exactly
explain.
There was something specifically erotic about that
particular item of clothing, they hugged close to Colby's body and absorbed
the scents I wanted so badly to smell on a more personal basis. I had taken
it upon myself to take a pair of his the first night I slept over, and the
smell had long since disappeared. I know you're probably thinking that I'm
sick or that my particular affinity for underwear is disturbing, but at
least it's safer than just pulling down his pants and having my way with
him.
I blushed; my fingers trembled, as I began to reach out for
them. My arm managed to find its way and as I gently wrapped my hands
around the soft fabric I rose them to my face, grabbing a piece of the
waist band with each of my hands so they were unfolded and standing in
front of me. I allowed my face to press against the crotch, inhaling deeply
the boyish scent that I loved and had been a part of many sexual fantasies.
I looked around, afraid of being discovered, as I turned
them inside out, my hand holding the crotch gently as I pressed it to my
nose entirely, the smell very light but still there. I felt my crotch
stiffen considerably in the confines of my jeans, and the desire to sit
here and smell this forever came over me.
"Why are you smelling my underwear?"
Chapter Eighteen
I felt completely frozen in place, his discovering me in
such a bizarre ritual seemed unreal to me. Why exactly hadn't I heard him?
He never seemed to make any effort to be quiet when coming upstairs. Maybe
he was purposely trying to surprise me? Maybe he had been there the entire
time? It was irrelevant, I had been caught and there were many options that
were coming to me.
`I was checking to make sure they were clean!', It was a
blatant lie but at least it didn't implicate me. `Well I was trying to glue
something and they got stuck to my hand!', yeah that was likely... There
was always the option of honesty of course but it seemed a strange path to
take. Colby didn't know what oral sex was, or that this was a sexual
activity.
"It's hard to explain..." I murmured, finally realizing the
underwear was still affixed to my face, lowering them to the bed below me.
"Do they smell good?" Colby giggled, trying to get the best
of me being completely unaware that the smell of him was one of the most
intoxicating I had ever encountered.
I blushed intensely, unable to put into words what I wanted
to say. Colby came and sat next to me, taking his own underwear into his
hand and smelling them. He shrugged as I watched, becoming increasingly
aroused in spite of my situation.
"They don't stink or anything..." He muttered.
I let my hand pass over to him, sliding gently beneath his
t-shirt and onto his stomach, Colby's eyes shot to mine staring into me.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing..." I whispered, letting my hand fall back. I
felt a renewed sense of confidence from the conversation I had with
Stephanie the previous evening, but I was far from sure where my boundaries
existed at. Even though I had the approval and even if she had alerted me
minutes before that there were in fact no boundaries, I would have still
found it difficult to conquer my fear around him. He would always hold this
spell over me.
"Ready to go eat?" I asked, half smiling and trying very
hard to change the subject.
Colby's left eyebrow arched which only caused me to sigh.
"Colby you... I... ah..." I groaned and buried my face in
my hands as Colby wrapped his arms around me, laying his head on my
shoulder.
"Why are you so frustrated?"
I laughed a little; it always amused me when he used big
words. He didn't seem to find the situation as unnerving as I did which
wasn't entirely surprising. I always wanted to read something into each
touch we had, I needed to know that Colby felt some sense of eroticism or
frustration, but I knew it didn't exist. The only thoughts Colby had about
anything relationship oriented were kisses, and I began to feel that was
all I'd ever get to experience with him.
"I want you Colby..." I whispered, allowing my hands to
fall and staring out of the still dark window.
Colby giggled, "You already got me."
I shook my head, still unable to bring my eyes to look at
him. I was going to be honest; I really had nothing to lose at this point.
"Colby I love you very much and I really... I really want
to be your boyfriend. I... there are a lot of things I want to do with you
that I know you aren't ready for but I can't help it."
Colby placed his hand on my shoulder, "Like more than kiss
me?"
I turned finally and looked at him; his face seemed mellow
and non-distressed. He was certainly handling the situation much better
than I. I nodded, averting my gaze to the bed between us.
"Like sex?"
My eyes grew large as they darted back to his, "How do you
know about sex!?"
Colby giggled, "I'm in school, kids talk about it all the
time."
"With other boys!?" I was both shocked and curious at the
same time.
"Well no with girls, but I know gay people have sex too."
I nodded, still completely flustered and unable to speak.
"So you wanted to smell it?" He asked.
I looked back into his eyes again, my mouth partially open
but I still found myself unable to speak.
Colby giggled again, "If you want to smell it you just
gotta ask me."
I bit my lip; the culmination of so many fantasies seemed
to be playing their way into my reality. I wanted so badly to confidently
express my desire to smell him, to taste him, to suck him. I wanted my
hands to touch every inch of his body and I wanted to kiss every inch of it
as well. I nodded, looking into his eyes and trying to convey a message and
severe desperation.
Colby smiled and stood as he began to unfasten his belt, I
reached out and grabbed it, laying my forehead on his stomach. His hands
fell to his sides as he stepped back a little to keep his balance.
"You okay?" He asked gently.
"This is something I've wanted to do for a very long
time... Are you sure it's okay?"
"Yeah I don't care." I could feel Colby shrug.
There was a very deep part of me that wanted to stop, that
wanted to honor my year of celibacy. I wanted to maintain the innocence
that I knew so deeply, I wanted to make sure that he would be whole for
years to come. I always admired his innocence, the way that he looked at
things with such simplicity. I reasoned that this would be the responsible
route, but I knew that if I didn't take the opportunity now I may not find
it again.
My hands reached across the clasp of his belt and released
it, my fingers tediously unfastened the button that held his jeans in place
and the sight of the band across the top of his fresh underwear came into
view. My index finger and thumb found their way to his zipper and sat there
silently, I had to gather the confidence to continue.
"Promise you won't hate me?"
Colby giggled, "I promise boyfriend."
I smiled gently, my forehead still pressed against his
stomach as I finally gripped his zipper with confidence, sliding it down to
its base. My hands slid their way under his shirt, passing over silky hips
as my fingers slid the jeans down to his ankles. The only obstacle that
remained was his underwear, and they seemed to shine through the darkness
of my room, captivating every sense my body had.
My fingers gently slid between his soft skin and the band,
my breathing became increasingly heavy as I could feel my penis throb
within its prison. He wouldn't soon be released, I would wait. This was
about Colby; this was about my first chance to be this close. I slowly slid
his underwear down his smooth hairless thighs and watched with delight as
his solid three inch penis popped into view, as magnificent as I could have
imagined.
As the underwear hit the floor to meet his jeans, Colby
stepped out of them and giggled, my head left his stomach as I stared up at
him; my cheeks flush as a collective of sweat began to appear on my brow.
I let my hands pass behind him, sliding gently across his
plump behind, he giggled a little in response. I smiled in completely
confidence as my head lowered, my nose within inches of his member. I
neared closer and closer until my nose met firmly with the patch of skin
connecting the base of his penis to his balls, I inhaled deeply, feeling
Colby rest his hands on the top of my head.
I swallowed deeply; I knew this was my opportunity. My
tongue slid slowly from between my lips and met the base of his penis; I
slowly slid it to the tip and listened intently for some sort of reaction
from Colby. With nothing seeming to come, my lips parted slightly as I
allowed him into me, his small cock entering into my mouth and my tongue
enveloping it completely.
"Jake..." Colby whispered. I drew back and looked up to
his face; his cheeks were as flushed as mine.
"Is that okay?" I asked.
Colby nodded as I smiled a little, allowing my mouth to
return to his tiny manhood. It slipped between my lips with ease as I
tightened them against the base, my tongue working slowly across the small
head and massaging the vein that ran its length. I drew back and forward,
setting forth on a pace that would please my beloved.
Colby's feet found themselves trying to retain his balance;
his thighs seemed to tremble from the act being done to their master. My
mouth found it's quick pace easy to maintain, and the taste and smells that
penetrated me were intoxicating. There wasn't another place in the world I
would have ever been at that moment.
Colby's fingers entangled with my hair, his breath becoming
slow and deep, his body warm and trembling before me. I tightened my lips,
trying with every part of me to impart a first orgasm that would shake his
world; that would make him want more.
The minutes seemed to pass as seconds, my hands steadily
caressing his legs and his ass, as soft and supple as I had imagined
them. Colby's breathing became more intense and quicker, as his knees began
to shake.
"Jake stop I gotta pee..."
I let my hands rise, wrapping easily around his waist and
holding him in place. I wasn't about to let him miss out on this
experience.
"Jake please!" He whispered loudly, pleading with
desperation as I began to feel his penis twitch inside the confines of my
mouth, I allowed my pace to quicken, wanting to hasten the arrival of what
I knew to soon follow.
"It's like tingling, what are you..." His legs stopped
trembling as his body froze, I felt his penis dance wildly within me, he
covered his mouth to try and stop from screaming. I heard his muffled
groans in spite of his attempts to conceal him, as his organ reached its
peak. Not a single drop of liquid, not a single drip of cum, just the wild
and intoxicating dance of youthful orgasm. I remembered it well.
I smiled and let my mouth slip away, his still solid and
wet penis standing in front of me. Colby stared at me, his cheeks as flush
as his cock.
"What was that?" He asked breathlessly, letting his hand
fall from his mouth.
"That was Cumming." I replied.
Colby giggled a little, "I think I liked that."
I smiled as I let my arms stretch out, inviting a hug from
the cherub before me. He smiled deeply and hugged me, letting me plant
little kisses all over the top of his head.
"I love you Colby." He whispered into his ear, staring at
the plump bottom behind him.
"I love you too, can we go eat now?"
I laughed and nodded as he pulled up his pants and ran out
of the room and down the stairs. I sighed, standing and began to follow
him.
"It couldn't have been more perfect."
Chapter Nineteen
"Can I have a cheeseburger?" Colby asked with his eyes
affixed to the menu below him, they were as alive and full of delight as
they always had been.
"At five in the morning?" I asked, unable to contain
myself.
"Well yeah..." He giggled and looked at me, rubbing the
back of his head as I usually did. I found it endearing that he wanted to
emulate me.
"It's not a very healthy choice but if you don't tell your
Mom, I guess its okay."
"Cool!" Colby winked at me as I finally found myself able
to look at my own menu.
"I have no idea what I want..." I murmured, rubbing my
forehead and grabbing a cigarette from an errant pack nestled in my pocket.
"Get a cheeseburger." Colby giggled, incredibly delighted
by the possibility of having something so greasy for breakfast.
"Well I don't have the stomach of a nine year old but I
guess I can go for it." I stuck my tongue out at him, which he returned. We
both turned as a young Latino gentleman approached the table with pad in
hand, he couldn't have been more than eighteen.
"Decided yet?"
I nodded looking at Colby, encouraging him to go first.
"I want a cheeseburger with fries! Umm... Can I have cheese
on the fries please?"
The waiter nodded, scribbling his request on the paper.
"I'll have the same, without the cheese, and a diet Pepsi
to drink."
"Me too!" Colby chirped in, his legs swinging beneath him.
"Alright I'll be back with your drinks in a second." The
waiter smiled and disappeared behind the counter.
"So what're we gonna do today?" Colby asked, looking up at
me now that his menu had been taken away.
"You guys don't have a Christmas Tree yet, right?"
Colby nodded, "Yeah not yet."
I smiled, "Well we could always go get one and decorate
it."
Colby grinned, "Sounds cool!"
By the time the waiter returned with the drinks the food
didn't take all that long to follow. Looking down at the greasy burger
below me I began to feel my stomach churn. The taste of Colby was something
I could handle at any hour but this seemed highly unappealing to me. I
looked up at Colby, who was depositing a ridiculous amount of catsup on his
own, ravenously replacing the top of the bun and taking a huge bite.
I laughed and put a little catsup and mustard on the top of
my burger, "You sure do love cheeseburgers huh?"
He nodded and giggled with a mouth full of burger, a
smidgen of catsup lay on his perfect cheek. I reached over and let my
finger pass over it, allowing the now catsup covered finger to pass into my
lips as I sucked it clean.
"Row roo grot yur own!" He said, laughing with his mouth
still full of burger.
I laughed as well, he was incredibly adorable. I managed to
take a bite of my burger and chewed it slowly, swallowing and letting it
fall into my stomach. It felt very much like trying to eat a weight.
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"It hurts!" Colby groaned as he held his stomach, sitting
in the passenger seat of the Pacifica as we made our way back to the house.
"I told you it was too early." I said half amused, half
scolding. I had only managed to eat half of my burger and a portion of my
fries. I got it to go, along with a pancake breakfast for Stephanie and was
incredibly shocked to see Colby had eaten everything on his plate.
"I'm never gonna eat a burger again!"
I laughed loudly at this; we both knew that wasn't going to
happen.
As I pulled into the driveway Colby managed to toddle out
of the car and up the driveway, his movements were purposely over
dramatized and I watched with mild amusement. I took the leftovers and
pancake breakfast from the back seat and followed him to the porch,
unlocked the door and slid it open. Colby walked in and collapsed onto the
couch, his hands never leaving his stomach.
"I'm gonna die!" He groaned again.
I giggled a little, placing the leftovers in the fridge and
the pancake breakfast in the microwave. I walked back into the living room
and plopped next to Colby, letting my hand slide beneath his shirt as I
gently rubbed his stomach.
"Ah that feels good..." Colby sighed and smiled at me, his
hands crossed behind his head as he laid back and relaxed, I rolled my eyes
a little.
"Glad you're enjoying it young master."
"Yup that's me!" He giggled.
The sound of Stephanie shuffling down the stairs met my
ears as she stood at the bottom and stared at her son, shaking her head.
"Where did you two go?" She asked, yawning and
stretching. She was wearing one of my robes and looked far from being
rested.
"We went to a diner in Hillsborough and this little monkey
had to have a cheeseburger." I tickled his stomach causing him to squirm
and laugh loudly, apparently completely cured from the attack of early
morning fat.
Stephanie rolled her eyes, "Now you know he shouldn't be
having food like that so early."
I sighed and looked at her with my bottom lip stuck out and
the best puppy dog eyes I could muster, "I sorry Mommy!"
She laughed and shook her head, "Fine, fine..."
"There's something in there for you in the microwave." I
commented as Colby sat up, pulling his shirt down and looking at his
Mother.
"Hopefully it's not a cheeseburger." She commented, walking
still half asleep into the kitchen.
"Aww thanks Jake!" Her voice echoed into the living room as
the sound of the opening microwave door met our ears.
"Don't mention it." I replied, wrapping my arm around Colby
and kissing his forehead.
"Hey Mom, Jake wants to go get a tree today!"
Stephanie laughed as she stepped into the living room with
her plate and a fork.
"Oh he does huh? Well we aren't going anywhere till the
whole downstairs is packed."
Colby and I both groaned only causing Stephanie to laugh in
amusement, she sat on the arm of the loveseat and ate her pancakes. Colby
managed to fish the remote from a couch cushion and turned on the
television, immediately becoming entranced by the cartoons which he found.
I looked over at Stephanie semi-nervously. There was a part
of me that feared she had awoken during the morning's events and wouldn't
be okay with it. Even if she had given me her approval I still felt a great
deal of trepidation about it. The actual act however, I felt absolutely no
remorse towards. I always imagined that if I ever found myself in that
situation with Colby it would kill me. I always thought that I'd never be
able to live with myself and that I'd be running from the cops until the
day I died. I really couldn't have been more wrong.
I looked over at Colby's blank stare as he blindly watched
whatever was on, Stephanie had swallowed the last bit of pancake and I
looked at her in turn. She nodded and smiled.
"Are you ready to get to work?"
I shrugged, "Guess so. Let's get to it, Colby can watch
cartoons."
I ruffled his hair but it caused not a single break in his
concentration. I followed Stephanie into the kitchen and looked back to see
Colby laughing at whatever was on.