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a poem and story by:

 Kewl Dad

He thinks he is awkward

He is graceful as a swan

He thinks he is ugly

He is the most beautiful person I know

He thinks he is stupid

He is wise beyond his years

He thinks he is too tall, too short, too fat, too skinny

He is perfect in all ways

He thinks he is the only one

He is not alone

He thinks he will never grow up

He will grow up all too soon

He thinks no one will ever love him

I love him with all my heart

He wishes he could find someone

I wish that someone was me

He if full of questions

I long to answer them

He is perfect 

He is love

He is in between

He is an adolescent

Is there anything as confusing or beautiful in this word?

I swish the remainder of my wine in the crystal goblet, one of a set my mother bought me when I moved into my house, and stare out the window. I had just finished the poem and tears filled my eyes. 

The inspiration for my poem was Jason and I hadn't seen him in over a month. He was 14 when I first met him, but he had a birthday shortly after we met. He is 15, but still an adolescent. Adolescent, even the word sounds beautiful and mysterious. I can still see his sweet smile as I gaze out across the freshly mowed lawn and if I close my eyes and concentrate I can hear his sweet melodic voice, but when I open them I am alone once more.

Sometimes I am torn between wishing I had never met him and treasuring the short time we had together. He needed me and I needed him, but all that is left are the bittersweet memories of our time together. The quiet pillow talk, the tears, the laughter, and the passion between the sheets.

He was a virgin when he came to me, but experienced and self assured when he departed. I can almost feel his soft firm body against me...if I concentrate hard enough, and I think about that first night.

It was raining that first night and I was late getting home. I had stopped at the mall to pick up a present for my folks' anniversary and when I came out of the jewelery store I saw him.

He was nothing special as teen boys go, more the boy next door than a heart throb, but to me he was beautiful and if it is possible I loved him from that first moment that I saw him.

He wore generic looking jeans, a plain blue tee and white low top Reeboks. He wasn't a clothes freak and his hair was neatly trimmed and brushed. His eyes were brown and fawn like and he looked sad.

What can I say about his body that you haven't heard before, he was not a gym God, but he was trim without being skinny and radiated good health. I guessed his height at just over 5 feet and he probably weighed 110. I sort of have a thing for feet and I noticed his were exceptionally small for a boy his apparent age, which I guessed to be somewhere between 13 and 15.

His skin was clear except for a small blemish at the corner of his mouth and occasionally he would lick his tongue out and touch it as if making sure it was still there. He was sitting on a bench in the courtyard just across from the DQ but he wasn't eating ice cream, or anything else for that matter.

I suddenly had a craving for ice cream. I kept him in my peripheral vision the whole time I was at the counter at DQ and ordered two cookies and cream Blizzards. I know it might sound pushy and risky to buy a boy ice cream in a crowded mall, but somehow I knew that it was the right thing to do.

He looked up curiously as I approached and when I reached him he searched my eyes for some explanation.

"Hi, it was buy one get one free," I lied,  "and I hated for it to go to waste. I hope you like cookies and cream," I said grinning.

"For me?" he asked in a sweet adolescent voice that didn't quite fit his body.

"If it's not too weird," I said smiling, "if you want I can move on and eat mine somewhere else."

He reached up and took the offered treat and smiled shyly, "You can sit with me, if you want."

Yesss, I said inside my head and I lowered myself onto the far end of the bench. I was as nervous as he was and I was at a loss for words, but it was him who broke the ice at last.

"I'm Jason," he said blushing, "Thanks for the Blizzard, cookies and cream is my favorite."

"I'm Mark," I said smiling warmly and in relief, "and you're very welcome. It's my favorite too."

"Was it really buy one get one free?" he asked after a while, but he sounded amused rather than suspicious.

I shrugged and grinned, "You looked like you needed a break, and I took a chance."

"A chance?" he asked cocking his head like a cute puppy.

"That you'd accept....I mean ice cream from a stranger...stranger danger and all that stuff," I laughed nervously.

"Oh," he said then after a moment or too he added, "are you dangerous?"

I laughed, "Well, no...not really. What I meant was most kids have it drilled into them that all strangers are bad."

"Are you bad?"

"No, I'm actually very good...I mean a  nice guy. Sort of impulsive sometimes, but it usually works out."

"You don't seem dangerous," he said seriously, "sort of nice, maybe a little strange....uh, but not in a bad way."

I laughed, "Thanks, I guess."

He shrugged, "I'm not good with words sometimes, I didn't mean anything bad."

"I know, it's cool. So...Jason, how old are you?"

"14 almost 15, how about you?"

"29 but not almost 30," I chucked, "I just had a birthday last month.

"You don't look that old."

"Thanks, I don't feel that old either," I said smiling. I was not a gym god but I was in good shape and if not a ten then at least a 7. At 6'1" I weighed 125 and packed 7" in my undies, but only a select few  knew that.

"I mean, look pretty good," he said blushing, "I mean like in really good shape. Do you work out or something?"

"Occassionally, but my job keeps me fit, I'm a carpenter. I do inside remodeling and cabinets."

"Cool, I go to school," he said grinning.

"I hope so, ninth grade, right?"

He nodded, "Yeah, and it sucks."

"Oh, sorry. I actually enjoyed my last few years of school. I was actually sad when it was over. I missed my friends, most of them moved away and went to college and I was left behind."

"Why didn't you go to college?"

I took a deep breath, "Well, my folks couldn't really afford it and my dad needed my help in his business. He's the one who taught me carpentry. We worked together up until last year. He had to quite because of his health, but my mom has her own real estate company so they do okay. It's a shame they weren't that well off back when I graduated high school."

"Oh,'s not too late," he said, voicing something I'd been thinking about for a while now.

"Yeah, I guess. Who knows I might  just do that someday."

"You should."

"So what about you, you going to college?"

"If I live long enough," he said sadly.

"Why do you say that?" I asked in horror. Was he sick, cancer, a brain tumor? I was panicky.

"I don't know, kids die too. It's not just adults. I could get hit by a car or a piece of that Russian space station could fall on me."

I chuckled and he gave me a dirty look, "I'm sorry, I wasn't laughing at you, I just never knew a kid your age who worried about death, most kids think they're invincible."

He shrugged, "It's no big deal. No one would miss me."

His words didn't sound like self pity, but rather like a declaration of facts, or at least facts he'd convinced himself to believe.

"I would," I offered causing him to give me a curious look.

"Why? You don't even know me."

"Well, I know your name is Jason and that you're almost 15. I know that you like cookies and cream Blizzards and that you don't like school."

He laughed and rolled his eyes, "Are you for real?"

"I guess, I think I am," I said pulling at my face and grinning.

"Oh,'re something else."

"Is that okay?" I asked just to see what he would say. To his credit, he didn't ask me what I meant.

"Yeah, actually it's pretty cool. Most adults are so....I don't in their own world and they treat us kids like we're stupid. You don't seem that way."

I sighed and smiled, "Actually I get along better with younger guys than I do adults. I mean....most of them are pretty boring and they seem to think the world revolves around them."

"Yeah, I totally get that," he said sounding excited, "Like nothing in the whole world matters but them."

"I think we're a match," I chuckled, "two like spirits in a crowded mall," I teased.

"Yeah, I guess. So....what are you doing here," he asked, then noticing my package he laughed and hit himself in the middle of his forehead like on the V8 commercial, "," he added laughing. His laughter was like music and if I hadn't already been in love with him, the sound of it would have put me there.

"My folks anniversary is next week, I got them matching watches. So, what brings you to Pine Wood Mall?"

He shrugged and for the first time he seemed to be closing up a little, "Just hanging out, that's all. nowhere else to go."

"Why's that? Folks not home or something?"

"Well, see.....I sort of did something...and I'm not really welcome there right now," he said looking frightened and sad.

At that moment I wanted to pull him into my lap and kiss his sweet face and make everything alright, but of course I couldn't do that in the middle of a crowded mall so instead I reached over and took his hand in mine and squeezed it gently.

I expected him to be surprised, maybe even pull away, but instead he squeezed my hand back and smiled at me, "I knew it," he said softly, "you're a good guy, aren't you?"

"A...a good guy?" I asked wondering exactly what he meant.

"Yeah, like in the movies. There's good guys and bad guys and you're one of the good guys...right?"

I smiled and tears clouded my eyes. So innocent, yet so insightful. Yes, I was a good guy and I was going to save the day for this poor kid is I could.

"Yeah, I guess I am,"  said softly, "so...where do your folks think you are?"

He looked at me to make sure I was still one of the good guys I guess, then smiled, "At my friend Roger's house, but Roger is actually at the lake with his dad."

"Ouch, what if they call Roger's house?"

"No way, they won't. Right now they're just glad I'm out of the house and out of their hair."

"Oh, okay. You know, eventually you are going to have to tell me what you did, you know that, right?"

He nodded, "Not yet, okay?"

"No hurry, I have a feeling we are going to have plenty of time to get to that."

He nodded again, "I think so. So....can I come home with you?"

"Yup," I said simply. I already knew we were headed in that direction and I'd already dismissed all my doubts and fears from my head. Love makes you do crazy stuff.

The short drive to my house was pleasant. Jason was a bright and inquisitive boy and he seemed to be more than able to keep us his end of the conversation once he got started. He talked about school, and music, and baseball, and movies, but not one word about girls (or boys for that matter) and it was what he didn't say that told me the most.

"This is yours?" he asked as we drove up in front of my Victorian house with it's wraparound porch.

"Yup, there are some advantages to being a carpenter. Dad and I built this house five years ago and for my twenty fifth birthday my folks gave me the title to it. It's all mine."

"Wow, do you live here alone?" he asked sounding a little worried.

"No, actually I shared it with my best friend."

"Oh, what will he say when he sees me?" he said looking really worried now, "or is your best friend a...girl?"

"Well, to answer both questions, but in reverse. No it's not a girl and when he sees you he will probably strope your legs and then crawl up in your lap and go to sleep."

"Aww, what is it a cat?" he giggled. More music to my ears.

"Well, he doesn't think so, but yes....Tiger is my best friend and a cat."

"Cool, I like cats. We had one once, but it died."

I parked my truck in the garage next to my vintage 64 Mustang convertible and we climbed out.

"Wow, is that your car too?"

"No, that's Tiger's," I teased, "yeah, my dad and I restored it from the ground up. It's sweet. Next time we'll take it instead of the truck."

"Cool, am I spending the night?" he asked excitedly.

"If you'd like. I have plenty of room here."

I led him in through the kitchen and he looked around. I have a large kitchen with the newest appliances because I like to cook. I'm a really rounded

"Cool, do you cook too?"

"Yup, and I'm pretty good at it. Hey, are you hungry. I'm famished, that ice cream only made me hungry. How about I fix us some dinner?"

"I could eat," he said grinning, "if it's not too much trouble."

"Hey, I love showing off my culinary skills." I turned on the oven and got three chicken breasts from the refrigerator and put them in a bowl to marinade, "While these soak in marinade I'm going to go take a shower and change. I came straight from a job and I must reek. I'm surprised you could stand to be in the truck with me," I chuckled.

"Aw, you smelled okay. Like a man," he said then blushed, "I mean, it's not a bad smell, just...different than I smell."

I bet he smelled great but I couldn't let myself think that way, not yet. Right now he needed my help and I had to put my needs and desires on the back burner.

"Well, make yourself at home. There's the remote for the TV and there's a PS4 connected if you're into gaming. I may be awhile, gotta take care of some business before I shower," I chuckled.

"Oh," he said blushing, "Okay, I'll be okay," he said as he headed toward the living room and I headed toward the master bedroom.

I did my business and took a long hot shower and shaved while I was in there. I had skipped shaving that morning because I had overslept and I wanted to look my best for Jason. Crazy, huh? I put on deodorant, baby talc and a little Calvin Klein cologne and slipped on sweat pants and a Tee. I didn't bother with underwear, not because I was planning anything sexual, but because it was my habit to free ball once I got home from work. I also slept in the nude.

I found Jason piled down on the couch looking sleepy eyed and half heartedly playing a racing game on the PS4. I walked up behind him and put my hands on his shoulders and massaged them gently.

"I'm gonna go start dinner then I'll come back and we can talk or....I can kick your ass at this game," I chuckled.

"Huh,'re on," he said grinning, "need any help with dinner?"

"Well, do you know how to peel potatoes?"

"Huh, sure...I'm not stupid," he said rolling his eyes as he craned his neck to look up at me.

I laughed, "Then come on, I even have one of those new-fangled potato peelers."

I had him peel three medium potatoes and I added baby carrots and onions to  the pan along with the chicken breasts and put them in the oven to cook. 

"Okay, we have about an hour before our dinner is ready, so let's see who's the better driver."

Turned out Jason was as good at video games as he apparently was at everything else but I still managed to beat him two out of three races, but just barely. While we played I tried to pull him out and learn a bit more about his situation.

"So, any brothers or sisters?"

"Nope, just me and my folks are glad about that," he said sounding sarcastic.

"I don't get it," I said seriously, "I've known you less than an hour and I can already see what a great kid you are, what could you possibly have done that would turn your rents against you?"

He giggled, "Rents? You are so cool." Then he turned serious again, "If I told you, you'd probably hate me too."

"Jason, buddy, remember I'm one of the good guys. I don't hate anybody, except the bad guys."

"I might be one of them, the bad guys," he said softly.

I grunted, "Yeah, right. You look like a real desperado. Look, Jas...can I call you that?"

"Yeah, that's what my friend Roger calls me."

"Okay, look Jas, whatever you did can't be that bad. If it was you'd be in jail, right?" I chuckled, "so it probably just seems bad cause of the way your parents are reacting or because of your age. Am I right?"

He shrugged, "I don't wanna talk about it right now, okay?"

"Sure," I sighed, "it's your call. I wanna help, but I can't till I know what's up."

"You already have helped," he said biting his lip and looking very cute, "just by letting me come here and being nice to me."

"Good thing I'm one of the good guys, right?"

He gave me a sweet look and my heart melted, "I knew when you gave me the ice cream that you were one of them, the good guys. I knew right away. I been looking for someone for a long time, I hope it's you."

I didn't know what to say. My heart was doing flip flops and my mouth was in danger of blurting out my true feeling at any minute. Instead I put on my white hat and did what any good guy would do.

"Thanks, I hope so too. I mean that Jas, and you don't have to worry, I'll never hurt you."

He nodded, "I knew that too," he said smiling warmly, "I want it to be you."

I was a little overwhelmed and a lot confused by what he had just said, but I figured there was no need to pressure the kid for answers at the moment.

"I'm gonna go check on the chicken, be right back."

"Almost done," I said falling down beside him. He had abandoned the video game and was watching The Simsons on one of the cable channels.

"Good, I'm starved," he whined.

It was obvious he was becoming more comfortable around me and a little by little his wall was coming down.

I leaned back and sighed and closed my eyes and when I opened them he was watching me.

"How come you're not married?" he asked sounding curious.

"Well, I guess I just never met the right person," I said leaving it open to interpretation of who the right person was, male or female, "how about you, how come you don't have a girlfriend?"

"Who says I don't," he exploded. Then he settled down, "I'm only 14, I don't need the drama."

I laughed, "Almost 15 though, drama may find you yet."


"Yeah, buddy."

"What if...I told you....I didn't like girls that way," he said so softly that I could barely hear him.

"Then I'd say, welcome to the club," I laughed.

His head jerked up and his eyes met mine and he smiled, "Really, I knew it. I was just testing you. Holy crap, I knew when I looked into your eyes that you were like me, I just knew it."

"Jas, is this what the problem at home is?"

He nodded, "Sort of, it's worse though. It's..." he sighed, "all over school now. Everyone knows cause I told my friend Lisa and she blabbed it to Marcie and now everyone in the whole fucking school knows, even the teachers, and the principal called my mom and dad."

"Fucking bitch," I said causing him to laugh, "damn that sucks. What did you say?"

"I told them it was a lie and that I was just kidding, but now...everyone just believes it anyway."

"I take it your rents aren't very accepting of having a gay son."

"Are you kidding? My dad said he could beat the gay out of me, but my mom threw a big fit and wouldn't let him near me."

"That's child abuse," I muttered.

"Tell me about it, but I'd rather get beat than have to see his face when he looks at me. I'm such a disappointment to him."

I put my arm around him and pulled him to me and he came willingly. I kissed the top of his head and he did smell wonderful, "It's his loss, not yours. You're a great son, a great kid, and if he can't see that then he's stupid. If you were my son I'd be so proud of you."

I was suddenly aware of his shaking and I realized he was crying softly. I held him and let him get the tears out and when he was done I led him to the bathroom and handed him a washcloth.

"Wash that puss," I said smiling, "dinner is almost ready. After we eat, we'll talk some more, okay?"

He nodded and I left him to wash his face and pee. He came into the kitchen with his nose in the air sniffing like a dog, "Hey, what about that cat? I thought you said you had a cat."

I chuckled, "I do, but sometimes he hides out and then jumps out at the least expected moment. I'm sure he's somewhere watching us closely. He will most likely attack while we are eating. He loves chicken."

I set the table and pulled out the casserole dish and sat it in the middle on a hot pad between us. When I removed the lid the heavenly aroma of roasted vegetables and chicken filled the air. 

I grabbed a soda for us and slid into my chair and dished up the veggies giving Jason the lion's shared then put a chicken breast on each of our plates. 




"Ah, there you are Tiger. Tiger meet Jason, Jason meet el tigre."

Tiger jumped up into Jason's lap and a new love affair was born. Tiger isn't exactly anti-social, but he's a good judge of character and he knew a good kid when he met one.

"I like him," Jason said stroking my cat with one hand and shoveling food into his mouth with the other and occasionally sharing a piece of chicken.

"He likes you too. I feel sort of jealous," I pouted.

"Awww...sorry, I guess he just likes me cause I'm feeding him."

"No, he knows a good guy when he meets one."

Jason locked eyes with me and smiled, "Thanks, I appreciate that."

We ate slowly enjoying each other's company and when Tiger was full he hopped down, stropped my legs and disappeared to wherever Tiger's hide. I offered the third breast to Jason and he wolfed it down as I finished off my veggies. It was nice to have someone to cook for and I thought I could really get used to this.


"Whatcha got?"

"Ice, we already had that. How about cookies. I have a fairly fresh batch of chocolate, macadamia nut."

"Yum," he said sounding like a little kid. 

He ate three and washed them down with a glass of milk as I cleared the table.

"Aren't you gonna eat any?"

"Not right now, I'm pretty full. Would you like to take a shower. I can probably find some shorts and a tee for you to change into and I can wash your stuff so you'll have clean clothes tomorrow."

"Okay, that's cool. Don't wanna stink up the place," he chuckled.

"I doubt you ever stink," I blurted out, "I mean at your age, you really don't produce that much stink."

"Why, do you like how I smell?" he giggled.

I shrugged, "Sort of."

"I thought so. Maybe I shouldn't wash the smell off then."

"I think you'll feel more comfortable if you shower, but it's up to you."

"Okay, I'll shower. Hey, I was wondering. Where will I be sleeping tonight?"

"I have a guest bedroom. It's not fancy but the bed is comfortable."

"Oh," he said sounding almost disappointed, "which bathroom do I use?"

"You can use the master if you'd like. It has a big walk-in shower with three heads."

"Wow, really?" he said turning into a little kid again.

"Come on I'll show you how it works."

When I had him lined up in the bathroom I left him to shower and went in to find him some clothes. I found a pair of shorts that were too small for me and a tee that would work.

"Here's some shorts and a tee, I'll just drop them inside the door," I said through the closed door.

"Bring them in," he shouted above the sound of the shower, "I'm in the shower."

I opened the door and tried not to think about what was behind the frosted glass of the shower doors but my eyes were drawn there anyway. Of course all I could see was his silhoutte but to my eyes it was something beautiful.

"I'll grab your clothes and go throw them in  the washer," I said as I gathered them up off the floor. I noticed his underwear first, Hanes white briefs, and my hand trembled as I picked them up. Oh, you lucky underwear, I thought to myself, to have touched his most intimate and private parts, to have caressed his baby makers and pressed against his rod. Then I shook my head and chucked aloud.

"What's funny, you making fun of my underwear," he said sounding amused.

How did he know I was fondling his undies?

"No, actually I like white briefs on a guy, tighty whites."

"Yeah, well maybe I'll model em for you tomorrow," he giggled.

Oh, how I wished that would be.

"Okay, take your time. I'll just go throw these in the wash. I'll be in the living room when you're done.

Of course as soon as I got to the laundry room I had to bury my nose in those sweet smelling undies and I was not disappointed. He had that unique adolescent aroma mixed with a little pee and yes....a little ass. Not poop, just a healthy boy butt smell that made me go hard immediately.

God what a perve I am.

I finally pried the briefs from my face and reluctantly threw them in the washer along with his jeans, tee, and socks. His clothes weren't fancy but they were in good shape and looked rather new. 

I was about to return to the living room when I heard Jason come up behind me. "What were you doing?"

God, had he caught me sniffing his undies? What could I say?  How could I explain anything as perverted as that?

"Washing your clothes," I stuttered.

"Before that?" he said looking amused.

"Uh, what do you think I was doing?' I said swallowing hard.

"Sniffing my Hanes," he giggled, "did you like it?"

I nodded, "I'm sorry."

"Why? I think it's cool. I like to sniff my own, but I never sniffed anyone else's. I almost sniffed my friend Roger's jockeys once but he came in before I could do it."

I relaxed a little, "Well, I won't lie. Yours smell great."

"Yeah, did it give you a boner?" he chuckled pointing at my tented sweats.

I covered myself quickly with my hands. Why do guys do that? It's like closing the barn door after the horses get out.

"I...sorry," I said again.

"Don't be. I think it's cool. You like me, don't ya?"

"Well, yeah....a lot."

"I mean that way, in a sexy way...right?"

"You're kind of young," I said weakly.

"But not too young, right? You've been with boys my age before, right?"

I nodded feebly, this kid had my number all right.

"So...I was wondering. Why don't I just sleep with you tonight?"

I nodded again, "I suppose that would be okay. I have a king sized bed."

He giggled, "I...I've never done anything...not yet, but I want to."

I looked into his eyes, "Whatever you want, I will give you."

He looked ready to cry and all his bravado melted away, "You won't hurt me, right cause you're one the good guys."

"I will never hurt you, I promise,"  I said as I held out my arms. He swarmed into them and we hugged for a long time. He cried a little, but it was just because he was such an emotional wreck and his tears soon dried up.

"Wanna watch some TV?"

He shook his head, "Can....can we go to bed now?"

"It's early..only 8:30 but if you want...."

He nodded, "I want to," he said nervously, "it's now or never. A guy's gotta loose his virginity some time."

I must of looked surprised or shocked because he added, "Yeah, I'm  a virgin. Never even touched anyone else down there, but I've wanted to...for a long time now."

I sighed, "Are you sure it's me that you want to....loose your virginity to?"

He nodded, "I knew as soon as you handed me the ice cream. I just had to be sure, that's all."

It was simple and from the heart and I knew it to be as true as anything I had ever heard. I simply nodded and taking his hand I led him to the bedroom. He was nervous at first, stretching like a cat as he lay atop the covers still dressed but when I began to undress he sat up and watched me with interest.

"Wow, you're," he said eying my erection.

"A little above average, but not much. I think it's a good size though."

"You look pretty buff too, from all the work, right?"

I nodded, wondering if he was going to undress or stall all night. Either way was fine by me, after all it was all about him, not me.

"Oh, I guess you wanna see mine now, right?" he laughed nervously.

"If you want."

He nodded, "Just a little nervous, I'm not as big as you."

"You'd look strange if you were."

He laughed, "Yeah, I guess so."

Then with one graceful movement he whisked his borrowed shorts away revealing himself to me at last.

What can I say that won't sound like some stock Nifty cliche? He was without a doubt the most beautiful boy I had ever seen. Every part of him was perfect from his small feet to the top of his head, but oh...what a sight his boy parts were.

I guessed his cock to be 3-3.5 inches soft, but it didn't stay that way long. Hard it was at least 5 and as perfect as any cock I had ever seen. He was cut, but loosely and there was no scar that I could see. His balls were that kind that looks like one piece and pulled tight against his smooth body. The only hair I could see was a dusting of tiny blondish springs just above his magnificent cock, but otherwise he was as smooth as a newborn baby. 

He removed his tee next and I drank in the rest of him. Usually one undresses in the reverse order but in his case I was glad he had chosen to do it that way. His upper body took my breath away. His hard little nipples rested on either side of his well defined chest with his baby six pack and as my eyes traveled downward to his flat washboard stomach I thought of Michelangelo's David. He was a young god stretched out before me and he was mine if only for the night. How could I possibly do him justice, I wondered.

" I look okay?" He asked softly pulling me out of my stupor.

"Okay?" I stammered, "You are the most beautiful boy I have ever laid eyes on."

Something in my voice must have convicted him of my sincerity for he merely blushed and nodded, "You're beautiful too."

And if he said it, then it must be true. Suddenly I realized that I could do him justice, that I was one of the good guys and I would never hurt him and he had come to I could do him justice.

"May I touch you?"

He nodded.

I caressed his soft cheek and moved down to his neck. He shivered and as my hand traveled down to his chest and brushed his nips then he sucked in a breath and made a cute little mewling sound.

"I want to kiss you, is that okay?"

Again he nodded. His face was flushed but there was need and desire in his beautiful eyes as I leaned in closer. I smelled his boy breath and it made me hungry for him. I gently placed my lips on his, but he was eager and before long he took over and was leading the way.

His tiny pink tongue darted into my mouth like a little fish and I answered with my own. For a virgin he was an extremely passionate kisser. Perhaps his girl friends had used him for practice, I chuckled. 

As we continued to kiss I let my hands roam his body feeling his hardness and softness and marveling at how perfect he was. I could feel his hard boy cock pressing into me as I moved closer continuing our kiss and eventually he became bolder and began to feel my body up as well.

His small soft hands felt wonderful and I moaned into his mouth to express my approval. He reached between us and took hold of my dick and I almost came unglued. How could something as simple as a touch feel so wonderful? I had been with many men and a few boys, but nothing had ever come close to the nirvana this boy was blessing me with.

I broke the kiss and he whimpered until he saw what I had in mind. I dropped my face to his chest and began to lick his nips and he gasped.

"Ohhhhh, yesssss....never"

I loved the effect I was having on him. I wanted this, his first, to be special, something he would remember for a lifetime and maybe even  something he'd compare all other affairs to. 

From his nips I traveled down to his perfect little outie of a belly button and tongued it as he grabbed me by the ears and giggled.

"Tickles. Are you going to....suck me now?" He said sounding far away and happy.

"Oh, special boy. I am going to suck you, but not now. First I want to explore every inch of your sweet perfect body."

"O...kay, but I'm so horny."

I chuckled, "It will be worth it Jas, I promise. Remember, I'm one of the good guys."

He sighed and gave in to me and I continued by trip downward. When I got to his feet he raised up and gave me a curious look, but offered no resistance as I began to rub his small soft feet.  Like all the rest of him, they were perfect and I couldn't wait to taste them, to suck on his toes and make him wiggle with joy.

I can honestly say that I have never been with a boy who didn't like my foot worship, though a couple of them were ticklish we got through it anyway. I knew instinctively that Jason was going to like it and I was not disappointed by his reaction.

Once I had him relaxed I lifted his left foot and sniffed it causing him to giggle. But his laughter died when I began to lick the sole of his foot from heel to toe.

"Uhhh....wicked," he gasped.

"Yummy," I said as I let my tongue explore the space between each perfect little toe.

Then plopping his big toe in my mouth I began to nurse on it like a starved calf.

"'re sucking, wicked."

I loved the effect I was having on him but mostly I was really enjoying the feel and taste of his perfect little body....all of it. I had one more place to go before I settled things up and brought him to orgasm, and I was sure he wouldn't deny me.

When I had throughly worshiped his feet I stood at the end of the bed and looked down on his beauty. "Roll over buddy, I want to taste that cute butt of yours."

Resisting never entered his mind. He was too far gone to stop now and we both knew it. As he rolled over and I glimpsed his perfect little rear for the first time I let out a loud gasp causing him to crane his neck and attempt to look back at me.

" a cute and perfect ass," I gasped.

He chuckled, "Thanks."

I began by rubbing his soft smooth back and shoulders and when he was relaxed I began to place kisses up and down his spine moving closer with each pass to the crack where his two perfect globes came together. 

When my tongue invaded his crack he moaned lowly and squirmed and raised his little butt up to give me better access.  I knew he was going to love my rim job just as I had known he would love my foot worship. He was programmed to learn and he was like a sponge, sucking up every drop of my sexual education.

I took my time purposely avoiding his pucker even thought the scent of it was driving me crazy with desire. Then when the moment was right and the waiting was over I plunged in.

"Ahhhhhhh....yesssss....gaw....oh....oh....oh....yess...." he whimpered.

I had a sneaky suspicion even then that he would be a bottom boy when he figured things out, but for right not I just wanted to show him that there was pleasure in that wrinkled little starfish between his cheeks.

I rimmed him till my tongue was numb and would have gladly continued all night if it were possible, but I knew he needed to get off to make that experience complete and so reluctantly I gently rolled him over and began licking his balls.

"'re killing me," he gasped, "I....can't stand any...more...oh...oh...don't stop."

I didn't stop till I had his hard throbbing boy cock in my mouth sucking and licking it as he clawed at the sheets and humped up against me. He didn't last long and when he came he cried out and began to fill my mouth with the tastiest sweetest boy cum I had ever tasted. 

Exhausted he fell back down on the bed as I cleaned the last few drops from his cock and gave it a big kiss before moving up beside him and kissing his cheek. His eyes were closed and the look on his face was peaceful and serene. I envied him in a way. I tried to remember my first time with another male and vaguely remembered a cousin named Leroy.

I put my arm over Jason's chest and he snuggled in close and soon we were both asleep.

The next morning I awoke to his beauty and had to force myself out of bed to drain my bladder. When I returned to bed he was awake and looking sleepy eyed.

"Good morning Jas."

"Morning, do you have to work today?'

"Nope, it's raining...yeah, I get to take rain days off when I want to," I said thanking my lucky stars for the wet weather.

"Cool, can we just lay around in bed all day?"

I gave him a curious look, "Well, I thought we'd at least have some breakfast. Aren't you hungry?"

"Oh, yeah...a, a lot," he laughed, "but then can we go back to bed. I didn't get to...ummm....touch you last night. Sorry I fell asleep. You just made me so relaxed and tired. It was awesome."

"I'm not sorry. It was perfect. I loved doing that for you," I said leaning in and kissing his nose.

He grabbed my neck and pulled me in for a real kiss and we swapped tongues for a few minutes before I pulled away breathlessly. He was such a good kisser that it was hard to believe that until last night he had been a virgin.

"Where did you learn to kiss like that?" I finally asked as I snuggled in beside him.

"Oh...he he, my friend Lisa taught me. She said that every boy should know how to kiss properly so when they found the right girl they wouldn't look like an idiot. Boy did she have it wrong, I wasn't looking for a girl to kiss."

"Well, she did a good job. It's a shame she ratted you out like that though."

"It wasn't really her fault. I mean she shouldn't have told Marcie but she felt awful after it happened and she cried and begged me to forgive her and I did."

"You're a good person to forgive her." I stretched and yawned and slowly sat up, "I'm gonna get dressed and start breakfast. You can rest till it's ready or come help me, it's your choice."

"I'll help," he said bouncing up out of bed and looking like an eager pup.

God he was so beautiful. His lithe form was breathtaking and his slight morning wood was like a magnet drawing my full attention to it. He scratched his balls absent mindedly and I oogled his cute behind as he bounced off to the bathroom to pee.

I was so happy that I couldn't stand myself, but deep in the back of my mind I knew this couldn't last forever. He was a minor and subject to the whims of his parents and I couldn't really get too involved without risking a jail term. But I would do what I could for now and try not to think about the future.

I put a half pound of bacon on to cook and brewed some tea for myself. I don't drink coffee, but I love iced tea just about any meal. 

When he came bouncing in dressed in the shorts I'd loaned him I directed him to potato duty again. When he had them peeled I showed him how to use the grater and he made hash browns. I had him rinse them in a large strainer then squeeze them dry. 

I added butter to a pan and mixed salt and pepper with the hash browns and when the butter was sizzling I dropped the hash browns into the pan. 

"How do you like your eggs?"

"Anyway is fine," he said peeking inside the fridge.

"How about an omelet then? I make really good ones and you can pick and choose your ingredients."

"Ummm....okay, I like anything. Just make it like you like it and I know it'll be good."

I smiled, he was certainly endearing himself to me more every minute. So trusting and loving, how could his folks deny him their support at this time in his life when he needed it most?

"When do you have to be home?" I blurted out.

"Not sure, maybe this evening...unless....well, I could stay another night if it's okay."

"If you won't get into trouble that's fine."

"Okay, I'll see." 

We ate much as the night before with Tiger perched on Jas's lap and getting hand fed. Tiger didn't much care for onions, but he loved eggs and cheese and he got his fill before hoping down and finally visiting me.

I picked him up and we rubbed faces while Jas watched with delight.

"Who's a good kitty?" I cooed, "do you like my new friend.....yes, you do..don't you..oh, yeah."

I finally put him down and he found a spot on the back of the couch and settled down for a nap. We finished our breakfast and Jason helped me clear and load the dishwasher.

"Now can we go back to bed?" he said when we had finished.

"My, you're a horny boy," I chuckled, "I've created a sex fiend."

"Well...sorry, but I just found out how much fun this stuff is and I want to do it a lot...while I have the chance."

"I understand. Come on let's get naked again."

In bed Jason was eager and aggressive this time and I have to say for his first time loving a man, he was especially good at it. He brought me to orgasm not once but twice, the last time laying on top of me rubbing our cocks together while kissing.

I was spent, but he was still horny and I suggested he try fucking me. 

"I'm too small...aren't I? It won't reach...will it?"

"Don't sell yourself short," I chuckled, "You're at least 5 and a half, that's plenty of dick to stick me with. In fact it's the perfect size. It will be good for both of us and I don't have to work too hard."

Once I'd put his fears to rest he was eager to get started and I let him take complete control. I fell onto my back and raised my legs and he positioned himself between them.

"I didn't know you could do it this way," he said grinning, "but it's cool this way cause I can see your face."

"And we can kiss," I reminded him, "but don't worry too much about me, just enjoy yourself. This is sort of like loosing your cherry all over again."

"Uh huh," he said in a husky voice as he tried to find my hole with his wet cock head.

"Here let me help," I said wetting my fingers with spit and adding that to his own natural lube. I placed his cock against my ass and told him to push. As he did I relaxed my sphincter and he slid in easily.

"Uhhhhhhhh, I'm in...right?"

"Yeah, it feels great. How does it feel for you?"

"Warm and squishy and awesome."

"I assume you know what to do now," I chuckled.

"Ummm huh," he said looking serious as he began to thrust gently and slowly in and out.

"You can go as fast and hard as you want," I assured him. I hadn't been kidding when I said his cock was the perfect size. It felt wonderful and there was no hint of pain. I wanted him panting and fucking me hard. I wanted to remember this fuck forever.

"Okay," he said dreamily, then he began to ram that hard boy cock of his in me faster and harder as I grunted my approval.

He shivered and shook the whole time and the look on his face was one of pure lust. He wasn't a little boy anymore, he was a sexual being hell bent on breeding his first ass and I loved that I was that ass.

Toward the end he leaned down and kissed me, but it was nothing like our previous kisses. This one was rough and passionate and he growled into my open mouth causing my own dick to swell with need once more.

I have only come twice while being fucked and that was with men with seven inches or more, but that day I spurted just as he did simply from the pleasure of having him inside me.

When he came he threw his head back and howled and I almost laughed. He was a wild boy breeding his daddy and he was forever changed that day and we both knew it. He continued moving for quite some time, savoring the feeling and rubbing out the last of his intense orgasm before falling down on top of me and kissing me tenderly.

"You came too," he said in wonder as he broke the kiss, "how does that work?"

I explained as best I could about the prostate, but he seemed confused so I finally just said what was on my heart. "I came because having you inside me felt so wonderful and right and we were in perfect sync at the moment you came."

"Wow, that is so awesome. I never knew that could happen. I can't wait for that to happen with me...I mean when I know...fucked."

"I hope you find someone who can do that for you," I said feeling tired but happy.

"Huh, I mean with you," he said looking hurt, "you want to...don't you?"

"I...I'm so big. You said so yourself," I offered, but I knew I wasn't that big and I'd fucked boys his age before. So why was I hesitant with this one? Was it because I had fallen in love with him?

"It'll fit, I know it will. And you won't hurt me. You promised, so I know it will work."

I sighed, "Well, we could try. But not now...I'm exhausted. I need my rest. I'm not 14 you know."

He giggled, "Nope, but you're still  young and strong but I can wait. I'm pretty tired too."

We snuggled up and slept a little while and when I woke up around noon I was alone. At first I thought maybe it had all been some wonderful dream, then I sniffed his pillow and smelled his delicious boy scent and I knew it was all real. He returned shortly from the bathroom looking as beautiful as I remembered and piled down beside me. Throwing a leg over me he leaned in an kissed me.

"What was that for?" I laughed.

"For being so awesome and helping me to loose my virginity."

"I should be thanking you. It's a special gift that can be given only once and to think you chose me is humbling." I said all teary eyed.

"I think we were meant to be together," he said looking serious, "what do you think?"

"Well, I do believe everything happens for a reason, but I'll be honest, I'm not sure how long this can work. I mean you're just a kid and you still live with your folks...."

He looked sad for a moment then perked up, "But if we could figure out a way to still see each other, would you want to?"

I sighed, "I'm going to tell you something that I may regret, but here goes. I have loved you from the moment I first saw you alone there in the mall, and I love you more each minute," I said bearing my heart and soul to him.

I saw tears form in his eyes and he nodded, apparently unable to speak. Then clearing his throat he said, "I love you too, with all my heart and I can't stand to think that I can't be with you. I'd die if that happens."

I didn't know what to say so I just pulled him to me and kissed his tears away. We snuggled and shared the warmth of our bodies until hunger drove us out of bed once more. This time Jason slipped on the clothes I had washed and dried for him the night before and I followed his lead and put on underwear, jeans and a tee.

By mutual consent we braved the rain and went out for lunch, winding up at a burger place near the river that I liked a lot. It was far enough from where Jason lived that I didn't worry about him running into anyone he knew and the view was nice as we sat by the window overlooking the river.

"I gotta plan," Jason said as he sipped Root Beer from a frosted mug.

"Oh, and what's that plan?"

"I could come work for you. You need gophers and clean up guys, right?"

"Well, yeah, but you're sort of young. I think you need to be 16 to get a job in this state."

"Huh uh, that's not true. All you have to do is have your parents permission and fill our some forms saying you're not doing dangerous stuff like running a forklift or something," he giggled at the last part and I smiled.

" can't run a forklift? Well, no deal then," I teased.

"Be serious," he said slapping my arm, "my dad would think it was a good idea. Maybe make a man out of me and my mom would be all for it too."

"I don't know, that's a lot to digest right now. You know I could be in big trouble if anyone ever....."

"Found out what we did," He finished in a whisper, "you don't have to worry. I will take it to the grave with me. I swear. You did me a favor and I will never forget that and I'd never let you get into trouble because of it."

"I know you wouldn't, but it might still look suspicious. Your parents might see through the whole thing right away."

"Naw, trust me, I know them. It would work...unless you don't want me," he pouted.

"I would do just about anything to keep seeing you, but I'll have to think about this, okay?"

He nodded, "I understand."

We ate our burgers and when we were done the rain had stopped and we walked along the river for a while as I pointed out my favorite places and things. He had never been there and he was like a little kid delighting in every new thing he came across. The sun came out a little while later and it began to get muggy out. I ushered him to a park bench under some shade trees and we sat and stared out at the fast moving river before us.

"I bet you could go all the way to the ocean if you had a boat."

"Well, eventually, but the damn down there would make it pretty rough going," I chuckled.

"Oh, yeah...that would suck. Have you ever been on a boat?"

"Just my dad's outboard. It's a small one, but it's fast. He let me drive it when I was about your age and it was a lot of fun."

"Wow, cool. Your dad sounds cool. Does...does he know that you're gay?"

"Well, I'm not sure to tell you the truth. It's not something we talk about, but I'm pretty sure he has his suspicions. I know him well enough to know that he would accept me if he knew, but I guess I'm just too chicken to come out right now."

"Yeah, I totally get that. I mean it's no one's business but ours right?"

"Yeah, too bad you got outed by mistake."

"Yeah, could be worse. At least I didn't get beat up over it. Most of the kids at school are pretty cool about it....especially the girls," he said making a face. 

"Yeah, but most girls think they can turn us gay boys straight by offering us pussy," I laughed.

"Ewww...pussy is gross."

I laughed, "I agree, but it's necessary or the race would die out. I'm glad there are straights in the world to keep the population going."

"I guess, hey I was wondering, have you ever been with a girl...I man had sex with one?'

"Well, if  you count a half hearted attempt at a blow job and a hand job to completion then yes."

"Did you touch her boobs or her pussy?"

"Yeah, I did and I fingered her, but it was just out of politeness. I really didn't enjoy it that much."

"Yeah, I know. Lisa showed me her...her pussy one day and I showed her my dick, but we didn't do anything. It was okay, but I wasn't really turned on or anything."

"I can't believe you have lived this long and never messed around with another boy."

He shrugged, "When I was younger, maybe 9 or 10, I played show and tell with this kid next door, but we didn't do much. Just touched each other's dick and then we zipped up and played Hot Wheels," he chuckled.

"Yeah, at that age Hot Wheels was probably more interesting. But what about now, anyone special at school you have the hots for?"

"Ummm....well...there's this boy, Shawn...and he is soooo cute and sexy, but  he doesn't even know I exist."

"That's easy to fix. Just bump into him in the hall and say hi and introduce yourself."

"I'd die if he blew me off, I know what I mean," he said blushing.

"You never know till you try. Who knows it could be the start of something beautiful."

"I have that already," he said looking at me with those puppy dog eyes kids are so good at.

"Well, it may not be what you really need right now," I sighed, "but while it lasts....I'm there for you."

We drove around for a while and I showed him some of my favorite places and a few houses I'd either worked on or in and he seemed impressed. By the time we got home it was nearly 6 o'clock and I decided it was time to either take Jason home or make arrangements for the night.

"So, what's it going to be buddy, are you staying or do I need to take you somewhere?

"Hold on, I gotta make a call," he said pulling out the cell phone I'd removed from his pocket before washing his jeans.

I listened with a lump in my throat as my heart beat loudly in my ears and when he was done he turned to me with a smile. "Guess what, I'm spending the night at Roger's again tonight and I don't have to be home till six tomorrow evening."

I know I should have probably been more  concerned about the risks involved in that, but I was just so happy that I was going to be able to spend more time with him that I pushed all that aside.

"Great, but we can't spend the whole time in bed," I teased, "Lucky for  you tomorrow is Saturday and I don't have a job lined up."

"If you had, I'd of just gone with you," he said grinning, "the sooner I start learning the job the better."

"Whoa, I didn't say you come work for me...not yet. I said I'd think about it."

He looked hurt, "You don't want me to work for you?"

"It's not that I don't want you to, it's just I have to consider the risks and all."

"I told you, I won't tell anyone what we did. I wanted it to happen, I'd be crazy to tell anyone. Don't you see, I'm as safe as  you can get."

"How safe do  you think I'd be if your parents found you here with a grown man, let alone naked and in bed with him?"

"That's not going to happen. Besides, they're going to my grandma's for the weekend and won't be back till late Saturday night."

I shook my head in dismay. I knew he didn't really  understand the risk I was taking, but damn it, I was in love and love makes you do stupid things.

"We'll talk about the work thing later, but right now let's watch some TV or play a video game. I'm still full from lunch, but later I'll order pizza. How does that sound?"

"Good, thanks. I'm gonna go use the bathroom. You decide on TV or the game, I'm good with either."

 I picked out a movie from my DVD collection and put it in and paused it and waited for him to return. He seemed quiet at first but once he got into the movie he seemed okay. He sat as close to me as possible without being in my lap and kept rubbing my leg with his soft warm hand causing a warm tingling in my crotch.

Eventually he stretched out on the couch and I scooted down and took his soft warm feet in my lap. He purred as I rubbed them and when I began removing his socks he closed his eyes and murmured softly.

"Ummmm.....that feels soooo good. I love it when you touch my feet."

"I love your feet, they're so perfect, just like the rest of you."

"Thanks, I think you're perfect too."

"Well, not perfect but close," I chuckled, "Maybe when I was your age I was perfect, but time has taken it's toll on me."

"Mmmmmm....suck my toes, okay?"

I was glad to oblige and didn't even mind the slight foot odor he'd developed from wearing his shoes and socks. In fact the odor was more of an aphrodisiac than a turn off and my cock jumped to attention immediately.

I noticed a slight swelling in his jeans as well and finally reached over and began rubbing his crotch causing him to moan louder.

"Don't make me come...not yet, not like this. I want you fuck me and make me come that way."

"I can't promise that will happen, it's a very special thing and it doesn't always work."

"It will, I know it will. It's like you said, we're special together and I made you come that way so I know you can make me come that way too."

"I can try," I said with a mouth so dry it hurt. Was I really going to deflower this beautiful boy laying beside me?

We undressed leaving a trail all the way to the bedroom and once we were in bed I began rimming him to get him loosened up. I wasn't taking any chances on this being anything but pure bliss for him, so I grabbed the Astroglide from the night stand and began to work a finger into his tight hot hole.

He opened up easily and I tried two fingers and was encouraged as his hole opened up further. He was moaning softy and pushing back against my fingers and at that moment, I knew his desire to get fucked would make this work.

When I tried three fingers and met no resistance I knew we were home free and I quickly positioned myself between his legs. Holding his soft warm feet in my hands I pressed against his hole and with his help I slid in easily. 

At first just the head penetrated and I waited for him to adjust before I continued.

"You okay?"

"Ummm, yeah, feels good. Go ahead."

I pushed a bit more in as I watched his face for any sign of discomfort. Seeing only lust and desire there I pushed in a little further. I kept this up until finally I looked down and saw my balls pressing against his smooth ass and I relaxed. I was balls deep in this boy and he hadn't made a whimper. My instincts had been correct, this boy was to be a bottom boy in life.

"Fuck me Mark,"  He cried out with passion, "Make me come too."

I felt obliged to do just that and that was my only goal as I began to move inside him, feeling him from the inside out. I had fucked many men, but made love to only a few, and Jas was one of those few. 

I felt as if this were my first time too, not that I was inexperienced or inept at it, but it was if I were feeling the bliss of joining for the first time. I experienced a new level of pleasure as our bodies melted together and I could see from the look on his face that he felt it too.

Near the end I leaned down and kissed him gently and then it happened. Simultaneously we began to come as I emptied deep inside him and he between our bodies as we pressed together.

I felt as if I would pass out as the intense feeling washed over every atom of my body and when it was done I found I was shaking as if I were freezing. I stayed in him a few moments savoring the warm hug of his body then slowly pulled out as he whimpered and made little mewling sounds.

There were no words yet created to express my feelings so I remained still as I kissed his face and lips and hugged his warm sticky body to mine. He seemed at a loss for words too but eventually the boy came back from that place where he had become a man and spoke.

"That was amazing, awesome, the best. I knew it would happen, I just knew it."

"It was amazing, and I guess I believed it too. It just seem right, so perfect. I...I have never felt this way before."

"It's cause you love me, right?"

I nodded, he knew me better than I knew myself.

"Me too, so....what's that problem. We should be happy, right?"

Innocence, if only life were that simple. I didn't want to destroy his dreams or ruin the moment so I simply let the question go unanswered for the moment.

He didn't seem to care, he had already thought things out and made his plans and I didn't know it then, but what I wanted was the furtherest thing from his mind. Not that I minded,  it was how it should be. It was all about him and I was merely a tool to use to get what he wanted from life and that was how it should be.

We lay there in the cool breeze from the ceiling fan as his cum dried on our bodies and we each thought our own private thoughts. Eventually we got up and showered and dressed and I called in pizza.

As we sat watching yet another movie we were surrounded by the evidence that things had changed for us. He was not longer a virgin and I was no longer the teacher. From this point on what we shared would be different, neither better or worse, just different and we both knew it.

"So, how about the job. Have you decided yet?"

"If we can make it work, I think I could live with that."

"Good, I'll take care of everything." He even sounded different now, more self confident and more mature. I wasn't sure I liked the new Jason, but after all I had created him.

We finished the movie and the pizza and played video games till around eleven. Neither of us was in a hurry to go to bed but when we did Jason became mad with desire. He decided he wanted to try sucking me and despite his lack of experience his natural instincts were good. He had me squirming and clawing at the covers and though I tried to warn him of my impending release he took it all and swallowed every drop. 

As I lay there sated and weak he fell down on top of me and bit my ear, "I want to fuck you again. That was the best."

Maybe I had judged him too harshly, maybe he wasn't a total bottom after all. Still seeing how he had reacted to being fucked I knew that he enjoyed that a lot.

This time he was more gentle and loving and the kisses were sweeter and less rough. He took his time and came hard but this time I didn't join him. I was still spent from his amazing beejay and didn't even get  hard the whole time.

"Didn't you like it?" he whispered into my ear as he cooled off still inside me.

"I loved it, but you sucked all the hard out of me. By the way, you give an amazing blow job for a virgin."

He grinned, "I used to practice on my finger. It wasn't as big as your cock, but it was the same principal."

"And you finger didn't produce a quart of cum either," I chuckled.

"Nope but I'd dip my finger in my own cum and suck it dry. I liked that taste."

"Ummm...I love the taste. That's the only thing I don't like about getting fucked, I don't get to taste your sweet honey."

"Next time you can," he said finally pulling out and rolling over beside me. I can go again in about an hour."

I chuckled, "Oh, got it timed do you?"

"Yeah, pretty much. If I don't fall asleep I can always come again in about an hour."

"I guess I can too," I agreed, "shall we sleep till then?"

"Naw, lets talk."

So we talked. We didn't talk about anything in particular. We were like two old friends talking actually. We were very comfortable with one another (sex seems to tear down a lot of barriers) and there was no pressure to say or do anything special. 

When our conversation turned to sex we found we were both hard and ready to play again. This time we reversed roles and I worked over his feet before sucking him and bringing him to an orgasm.

Afterwards I rimmed him and using only my spit and pre-cum I made love to him again. This time it was much easier (not that the first time had been hard) and we seemed even more in tune with one another.

Despite having just come he orgasmed again shortly after I did and oozed a little spunk which I wiped off and shared with him in a kiss. 

As we lay in each other's arms dozing off and on I had the most wonderful feeling of nirvana. It was if this were meant to be and even though in the back of my mind I knew there was no future in our relationship I was determined to enjoy every moment of what we had. As I gazed upon his peaceful sleeping form I felt tears come to my eyes and I was breathless. If I should die that night, I knew that I would have no regrets. I had been with an angel and there was nothing more in life to achieve. With these thoughts in my head I plunged into sleep beside my angel.

That was how it began and the rest is as predictable as the seasons. After the weekend I didn't see him for a few days but when I did he was all smiles. He had some papers for me to sign and he became an apprentice, and even got credit for it at school.

He didn't really work much. A few times after school and usually all day Saturday but it was enough for us to carry on our relationship. Sometimes if we were working on a house and no one else was around we'd slip off to one of the rooms and make love on the bare floor. On Saturdays we'd usually work a half day and go back to my place and make love properly.

This went on for the rest of the school year (four months) and then summer vacation began. At first I thought things would get even better. We'd have more time together and no school to get in the way then one day he came to me looking serious and told me the news.

"I can't work for you anymore," he said sadly.

"Why, what's wrong?" I asked ready to break down and cry.

He shook his head unable to speak at first, "I just can't. Don't make me tell you why." he whined.

"Then....then it's over?" I said realizing what he was really saying.

He nodded and tears ran down his cheek. I wanted to take him in my arms and kiss his tears away as I had done so many time before, but I could see by his body posture that he didn't want that to happen.

Instead I nodded and accepted my fate gracefully, "Okay, I trust you. If you say you can't then you can't and I won't ask why. Will...will I see you again?"

He shook his head, "I'm sorry," he sobbed, "I still love you, but I can't see you again."

I nodded and was aware that I was crying too. I wiped at my eyes, "If you ever need anything, anything at all....just call me. I'll come running."

He nodded, "I know, you're one of the good guys," he choked out then he threw himself into my arms for a moment and then he was gone.

I watched as he rode off on his bicycle then I went inside and cried till it was dark outside.

I think of him mostly on the weekends or when I'm in a new house doing my work almost automatically now. I wonder sometimes where he is, who he is loving now, but I know I will never try to find out. He was mine for a while and I am grateful for what we had, but it is over. Like a sunset, it's beautiful and  brief, but it touches our hearts none the less. When I am old I suppose I will think of him as my first love. I never really knew what love was till I met him, or what a broken heart feels like. 

Maybe someday I'll find someone else to love and maybe they won't break my heart, but until then I will remember him, my adolescent, the boy I called Jas and dream of him now and then.

The End

Just a silly short story based on the poem I wrote. Please don't ask for more. I'm spent and anymore would damage the spirit of the story. Our lives are filled with loves and losses and we somehow heal and move on. If you have ever loved a boy you know the joy and pain that comes with it and this story is simply a reminder of that. 

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