xDate: Tue, 20 Sep 2011 09:31:30 +0800 From: Ben Ng Subject: A New World - Part 5 This story describes sexual acts between men and boys. A woman is also involved. If this offends you please read no further. If you like it or have feedback please let me know at ng.ben9@gmail.com. Read my other stories at http://groups.google.com/group/bens-sexual-adventures. Written by Ben Ng with story ideas provided by Brad Gillespie. A New World - Part 5 I was caught red-handed, and I was stumped. Should I tell Stan everything, in hope that he wouldn't turn me in? Or would he do it anyway? Can I trust him? He had been my friend since high school, but he could be pretty stubborn and moralistic. I knew he could report me if he found it the right thing to do. I felt like my entire life was on the line. What if my girlfriend found out? What about my boss and coworkers? It was scary. "Well? I'm still waiting." Stan was holding the doorknob with one hand, but he was facing me, waiting for my answer. "If I told you everything, you won't report it?" "You are still my friend, Zack, and I'm willing to give you a chance, but you've got to be honest with me." "OK," I sighed and started to tell him everything, how it started with Johnny finding the porn under my couch (I didn't tell him it was gay porn), how it turned into him watching the porn with me, and how it turned into a mutual jerk off. I wanted to leave out the cock sucking part, but Stan could see through me. "I can always tell when you are lying, Zack, or when you are not completely honest." Stan looked at me sternly. "I know there is more." I told him everything, right up until he knocked on my door. When I finished, I let out a big sigh. He could tell I was done. "So, it's not as bad as I thought." Stan seemed to have relaxed a bit. "What were you thinking?" "I thought you were using him for sex or something. You know, they take sexual abuse pretty seriously at the school." "Come on, you know me! Have I ever abused anyone?" Stan laughed. "Ha! That's right. You are always a bit soft." "So, are we done with this interrogation?" "For now, Zack, but I've got to warn you, it can't happen again, or I can't guarantee what will happen." "I just told you the whole story! It was just innocent fun and we both enjoyed it! No one is abused or hurt!" "Still, it's wrong, Zack! He's underage. Gosh, he's only twelve!" "You should have seen how horny he was just now. Twelve is when the hormones start to hit!" "Tell me about it! I see these horny boys in the locker room every day! I know what they do in there!" "So you should understand!" "I would never touch them, you know it!" "Sigh... let's not talk about it for now, ok? The game is starting." We started watching the game, but our minds were elsewhere. It was awkward. We were watching in near silence, like strangers. When it was over, he just left. I was so confused, guilty, and ashamed. I didn't think what Johnny and I did was `wrong,' but the law says it is. Even though the age of consent has been lowered to fourteen, at twelve Johnny was still considered too young to make his decisions about sex. I shook my head and laughed, because if the judge should see how eager Johnny was to experiment at sex with me, he might change his mind. Up until now, he initiated everything, and he couldn't be happier, and so was I. Even though many people in the society had started to view adult-youth sex more positively, there were still a few old-school people like Stan who were firmly against it. I didn't know what to think. I was so confused. I called in sick the next day. I slept in late and when I finally stepped out of the house, it was already afternoon. I thought I'd wait for Johnny to come home, so I could talk to him. He seemed so scared when he left my house last evening. When he finally came, I called out to him. He seemed surprised to see me waiting for him, but instead of waving at me and smiling as usual, he quickened his pace and walked towards his house. "Hey, Johnny! What's the matter?" He didn't reply. He just started fumbling with his keys and quickly went in and shut the door. I was dumbfounded. Yesterday he told me he loved me and that I gave him the best experience in his life. Today he is ignoring me? I quickly went over his house and knocked on his door. I had to know what's going on. I waited for a long time before someone opened the door. It was his mom. "Hi Zack, are you looking for Johnny?" I was a bit surprised that it was his mom answering the door. SEr... yeah. I just want to talk to him briefly. I saw him coming in just now." "Yes, but he's not feeling well. He's resting now. Is there anything I can tell him?" "Um, no, I guess it can wait. It's nothing urgent." "All right then. See you!" And the door closed. I stood there for a few seconds, wondering what's going on. Did Stan scare him? Threaten him? Punish him? I suddenly hated Stan more than anything. I knew he had done something to cause this drastic change in Johnny. I felt terrible. I suddenly felt all alone in my house. I was used to living on my own for years, but now the house seemed so empty. I recalled the laughter, the smiling face, the young boy next door who shot his first cum on my lap, and had his first blowjob in my living room. I missed him badly. I couldn't stand being in the house all alone, so I went outside. I went to the local park and looked at the kids having fun. Kids like Johnny, enjoying themselves under the sun. I started imagining Johnny was among them, but I shook my head. None of them was as good looking or charming as him. You can give me all the boys in the world, and I only want Johnny, my Johnny. I thought I was imagining things when I saw Johnny walking into the park. I looked again. It was him. When his eyes met mine, there was a look of horror on his face. He immediately turned to leave. I immediately caught up to him and held his arm. "Johnny! What's going on? Please talk to me!" He tried to shake my hand off unsuccessfully. "I can't talk to you! Please!" "Why?" By then, a few people were looking at us. I was afraid they might think I was a predator, so I let go. He didn't run though. Johnny looked around, as if afraid of getting caught. "Coach said I can't talk to you anymore, or he would make sure we are both in trouble!" "No one is in trouble! He's my friend! Let me talk to him!" "I promised him I wouldn't see you or talk to you anymore! Please!" I looked at him, pained and disappointed. He saw my expression, pursed his lips, and tears were in his eyes. "He said you would go to jail for what we did together!" He said softly. I kneeled down and saw him face to face. "No one is going to jail, Johnny. I promise!" "But Coach..." "I'll talk to him, ok? Now go home, and don't worry. Everything is going to be fine." "Really?" "Yes." I wanted to kiss him right there, but I thought better of it. I hugged him briefly and he went home. When I got home, I immediately called Stan. I was so mad I yelled at him on the phone. He said he would come over and he would be there in a minute. I waited, and soon enough, he appeared on my porch. "I know you are mad, Zack, but I did what I had to." "You didn't have to do anything! You certainly didn't have to mess with Johnny!" "You weren't listening to me! I have to make sure it doesn't happen again!" "It's none of your fucking business!" "Are you out of your mind, Zack? I thought you have a girlfriend? And you told me you were going to get married in a couple of years?" I was dumbfounded. He was right. I have pushed my girlfriend to the back of my mind, and I haven't given it a serious thought. Any sane person would think what I'm doing is crazy. "Still, you don't have to threaten a little boy!" "He should think with his brain instead of his cock! It's time these kids learn about real world consequences!" "We were both happy! We both enjoyed it! It was innocent fun and didn't harm anyone! And it could have stayed that way!" "Listen to yourself, Zack! You are beyond help!" "Why don't you just stay out of our business?" Stan shook his head. "I'll end it, once and for all." He walked right across my lawn to Johnny's house next door. He knocked on the door and demanded to see Johnny right away, claiming to be his teacher. His mom quickly called him down. When he saw Stan, he was so scared. Stan said he had to talk to Johnny for about ten minutes and would return him right away. His mom had a concerned look, but she trusted the Coach. Stan had an arm around Johnny and they walked inside my house. When the door closed, Stan immediately started his interrogation. "Johnny, you spoke to Zack, didn't you?" "No... I..." "Stop lying! How else would he know I talked to you?" "He saw me in the park and grabbed my arm! I only told him I couldn't talk to him because you said so!" "And that's all?" "Yes! I swear!" Johnny was so scared that I was enraged. "Stop bullying him, Stan!" "Shut up! I'm speaking to my student!" We stood staring at each other, I was about to burn him with my eyes. "I am the adult here and I take full responsibility for what happened! Now leave this kid alone!" Johnny looked at the both of us, who were so enraged, and he broke down. "Please... please stop this! I'll do whatever you want!" He had both hands on his face and he looked so miserable. Stan and I both softened and I immediately hugged Johnny from behind. "It's ok, Johnny. I'm here. I won't let anyone hurt you." Looking at us, Stan frowned and shook his head. "You two..." And he just left. That left Johnny crying in my arms. I held him tightly and he began to sob quietly. "Why did Coach hate us... being together so much?" "Because adults and kids are not supposed to do sexual things together, says the law." "But what's wrong with what we did?" "Nothing. The law only exists to protect kids like you." "Why? It's not like you are hurting me!" "No, but there are people who use kids for sex." "But... that's not you! Can't we explain that to Coach?" "I've tried, Johnny, but some people just don't understand." "I didn't want you to go to jail, so I promised him to stay away from you! But it hurt me so much!" "I know, me too!" "I want to be with you!" "I know, now just relax. I'm here with you." As I held him close, I could feel his cock slowly tent out. I smiled. Even at this moment he was aroused. I wanted him to feel good, so my hand slowly found its way inside his shorts and grabbed his hard cock. It was firm like steel. I gently, sensually began tugging at his hard member, giving him long, slow strokes. He was moaning and sighing right next to me, his body pressing against me. He was giving a guttural sound, a long, sexy grunt that was in slow crescendo, until it reached a high-pitched scream. I could feel his cock spasm in my hand; I could feel his warm body pressed against mine, totally trusting me. I could feel his labored breath on my neck, and I could feel his body trembling. I was building a powerful orgasm for him and we could both feel it. When he came, his hands grabbed onto me tightly, and he shook again and again, as his cock pumped out loads of hot semen, all over my hand. I held his cock until he went soft, and brought my hand out. It was full of white, sticky cum, his youthful essence. I brought it to my lips and licked it up. It was salty with a bit of bitter taste. I didn't like it right away, but I thought I could get used to it, as long as it's a part of Johnny. I bent down and kissed him on his forehead. "How was it, my friend?" "Like a dream." He opened his eyes, a dreamy look on his face. He hugged me tightly for one last time before he got up. "It was silly of me. I could never stay away from you. You are too important to me." With teary eyes, he looked at me and forced a smile on his face. He adjusted his shorts and turned to leave. "I have to get back. My mom must be wondering why I'm gone for so long." "And I'm sure she will have many questions." "Yes. Bye, Zack! And I will see you... tomorrow." "Yes, tomorrow." Tomorrow? That's when my girlfriend would come back!