From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: An Older Boy
Date: Thu, 26 Aug 1999 12:41:57 GMT

Years had past since the time in a gay movie there when a stranger had lured
him behind the screen. But it was a memory as fresh as yesterday. He had been
nervous going there, but the curiosity and need was so strong that he had to
do it.

They took his money and didn't ask about his age which was a good thing. He'd
be eighteen in a few months but just couldn't wait until then. Living in the
same city as this place made him even more nervous about going there. "what if
anyone who knows me sees me there?" he thought but then realized they were
there too..

On the screen was an older man befriending and seducing a young guy. But
faster then a movie on television, the story moved to the point where the
younger was naked and having sex with the man.

It was dark, so he didn't try to hide the bulge his erection made. Silhouetted
forms moved here and there in the theater. Some sat in seats, others stood
along the walls and a few , like he remained in the back.

The hand didn't startle him. He stared at the screen while it felt his
erection, then his butt and slid under his tee shirt to locate his nipples.
Precum was spilling out of his cockhead making a wetspot on his shorts. He was
loving the anonymity and the beginning of doing the types of things he always
wanted to do.

The whisper was simple "follow me" and he did what the man asked.

Behind the screen was a large room, filled with bodies..many were naked. guys
were kissing, others sucking some fucking. The reversed image on the screen
cast a blue like hazy light over the group. There were so many people there he
couldn't seen the floor.

A hand moved him to the back of the room where it was dark. and began to
undress him. Lips kissed his neck, chest, nipples and mouth. His cock was
being handled and his butt cheeks too were being explored. He realized that
more then just the silhouetted man from the theater were now playing with him.

Like a scene in a porn film, he slowly moved to the floor among the sea of
bodies there and performed every type of sex he had ever fantasized about. He
had never done it before..but it was all natural to him. Not even buttfucking
hurt him.

Drained and exhausted he found a pile of clothing and was happy to discover it
was his. He left the theater feeling strange, empty and wishing he were still
there naked..where people wanted him, played with him, touched him and had sex
with him.

But that was years and years ago. Since then, there had been affairs, bath
houses, lovers left him, friends , orgies and experimentation into roll
playing, kink and even a period of celebacy.

He was much older now. No longer a "boy" in anyone's eyes. He had had a few
boys of his own some for long periods of time, some acting like boyslaves
others like sons he'd never have.

It was at a dinner with friends that he talked about the problems of aging and
no longer being seen as the desireable boy. The group was drinking and
exchanging stories of their own loves lost and found. "You'll always be a boy
if you think you are" one of them said.

The phone rang that night as he was dressing for bed. One of the men from the
dinner talked to him and invited him to his place that night. "I'm ten years
older then you..you can be my boy"

It was strange. The man was indeed older then he. Pleasant and fatherly. A
glass of wine, the roarin fireplace, the ocean lapping floors below and the
mans attentiveness slowly helped him feel like the boy he used to be.

The sex wasn't a frantic but it was romantic, loving, affectionate and
fulfilling. As he lay naked in the man's bed with the man's arms around him,
he sighed knowing that somehow he'd been able to relive some of the needs he
had had in years gone by.

The following weekend he met the man's lover. The lover was a bit older and
just as pleasant and nice. Though startled at the request, he stripped naked
and both men examined and played with him. They wouldn't let him dress the
entire weekend and kept referring to him as boy or son.

He in turn had to address them as SIR, or DADDY. By the time the weekend ended
he had had more orgasms then he had in quite awhile. The late Sunday hour
heralded a return to his life however and he felt sad as he walked to his car.

Mid week the phone conversation came that changed his life. He couldn't
believe what they said. They both liked him, no they said they loved him. He
would be thier boy fulltime and when could he move in.

It's still strange. .. being a mature man himself. But in he privacy of his
two Daddies home, he is a kid..their boy...an older boy to be sure..but
treated, loved, punished and needed as he used to be...

...and now he was needed again.