Date: Thu, 18 Oct 2012 14:06:40 -0500 From: Celthric Jones Subject: Adventures of a Boy Lover - Part 1 Disclaimer: This work is entirely fictional; the writer does not advocate sexual content with minors in any form. If it is illegal for you to read works involving sexual contact between adults and minors, proceed at your own peril. It is of the discretion of the author that you be over the age of 18 to read the following material. If you have any ideas or comments please email the author at celthric8854@hotmail.com The following material is rated M for Mature and includes: strong graphic sexual situations involving a minor, strong graphic language and strong graphic descriptions of nudity involving adults and minors. The Adventures of a Boy Lover Episode 1 – The Boy October 1983 I was laying in bed when I received the phone call. Uncle Leroy had been out of town and wouldn't be home until the morning. I got myself up out of bed, crossed my messy bedroom floor and out into the dark hallway. I searched along with walls for the light switch and when I found it I turned it on, the light hit my eyes with scorching pain. I then stumbled down the hallway and into the living room where the phone continued to ring endlessly. Uncle Leroy had refused to get an answering machine saying that he didn't want to hear the voices of people trying to reach him. I had finally reached the phone, picked it up stopping the annoying ringing sound and answered it. "Hello?" I said sleepily. "Is this Brad Tillman?" came an unfamiliar voice on the other end. "Yes. Who is this?" "This is Officer Jack Mathews with the Maynard Police Department." Maynard? It was a town thirty miles away. Why would they be calling him? "Umm...okay," I said. "I'm calling because...well...I have some bad news, son." "What?" "Your Uncle was killed in a car wreck. It happened about forty minutes ago." My legs felt like jelly and I sat down on the rocking chair. It was my Uncle's favorite chair. "What?" I asked in disbelief. * * * Three days later I found myself at a lawyers office where he was to read the will to me. When I was six years old my parents had died in a car wreck and I was raised by my Uncle. This had hit me pretty hard, it seemed my family was cursed with cars. Luckily I rode a bike back and forth to work. Uncle Leroy was my last living relative, I was all alone. Well, not completely. I did have a cousin down south in Texas, but I didn't really know her very well. The lawyer's name was Raymond McLaughlin, a fat pot bellied man with balding hair and thick glasses. He looked like a beetle as he sat on the other side of his desk. He was holding in his hand a manilla envelope which he had opened. "To my nephew," Raymond was saying. "My last living relative, I leave my business and all personal belongings, including my house." He shut the envelope. "You get everything as well as $500,000 in life insurance, which he left to your aunt but seeing as she's passed away it goes to you, the next living relative." * * * After visiting with the lawyer I headed back home. I shut down the shop for a few days for mourning. My Uncle had left me the business, a local video store called "Movie World". I wasn't the only employee, there was a young girl named Betsy and a guy named Rick, both of who were still in High School. I was twenty at the time, young and very naïve. Luckily my Uncle had taught me everything about running the business. When he was out of town I would always take care of everything. It wouldn't be hard per se, but it would be hard without my Uncle to goof off with. He was a really good man. I walked into the kitchen and headed over to the fridge and found a whole case of twenty beer bottles, only one was missing. Uncle Leroy had loved his beer. I grabbed one and opened it and began drinking. What turned into one turned into four more. I was getting a bit tipsy, not wanting to get drunk for I was going to open the store again tomorrow, but fuck it. I needed it. Tipsy I had walked into Uncle Leroy's room devoid of his life force. All that was left was his bed, dresser and a closet full of clothes. I had to do something with them eventually. I opened the closet door and looked at all his clothes. I moved some to the side and saw his shoes on the floor. Looking up on a shelf I noticed a small tin box which I pulled down and brought it to the bed where I sat down. The box was small with a little lock on it. I didn't have the key but I was interested what was inside. Uncle Leroy was a very secretive man, always had been. I went into the garage and grabbed a hammer and walked back into the bedroom and began hitting the lock until it broke off, it was a cheap lock obviously. When I opened up the box I found a bunch of papers, all hand written. From what I could tell it was journal entries and letters, nothing useful. I then found at the bottom a key, but not the one to the tin box obviously. Then all of a sudden I saw a flash in my mind and a memory from when I was a young boy popped into my head. My young self was in the basement exploring when I had stumbled upon a safe in the corner of the room. I remember trying to open it and it was locked, a small keyhole was keeping me from its contents. I had asked my Uncle about it but he had told me that it was personal items, stuff I shouldn't know about. Was this the key to the safe? I walked out of the bedroom and went downstairs and into the basement. I turned on the light and walked down the wooden staircase. I crossed the basement which was pretty big and filled with useless junk. I remember when I was a kid Uncle Leroy had spent a lot of time down here and when he did it was late at night and the door was always locked when he was down there. Everything was as he left it, the dirty old couch with a TV set sitting on a table in front of it, a fridge filled with junk food and some more beer, a liquor cabinet filled with bottles of alcohol, I grabbed a bottle of vodka from it and opened it and took a swig. I crossed into the next room which was filled with useless junk, items from a long time ago. I then found the safe again sitting exactly where it had all those years ago. I put the key in the hole and turned it and it unlocked. I grabbed the handle to the safe and opened it up. Inside was two shelves. On the top shelf was a leather bound book and on the bottom was another locked tin box. I grabbed both the items and walked back in the other room and sat down on the couch. I opened up the leather book and inside was handwritten material from my Uncle. I flipped through it until I saw something that caught my eye. It was in a journal entry marked August 1974, the same year my aunt had died. I read it: "Steven had come over again last night. I welcomed him inside and we both went down into the basement. He sat down on the couch as I made us both a drink. We talked about our day and he told told me how he was doing in school. I was very proud of him for getting an A in his classes. We began getting a little drunk when we started french kissing. He tasted so amazing that I wanted more of him. I began undressing him and grabbing his little cock and playing with it. He enjoyed it immensely when I sucked on it. In no time I was making love to him once again. Our souls were touching as we both moaned at the pleasure expelling from within us. When I orgasmed I screamed out loud for it felt so amazing. Afterward we laid on the couch, I held his beautiful naked body next to me, kissing him softly on the neck. I told him how much I loved him and he told me he loved me back. I had never felt this way about anyone, not even my late wife. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this boy and no one else." "What the fuck?" I asked out loud as I put the book down. Uncle Leroy was...gay? He had always had his suspicions about me being gay, which I was. There had been plenty of times I had friends spend the night where I ended up sucking cock and fucking. We we're always quiet but Uncle Leroy would ask questions and I was afraid to tell him. And here in this journal he was writing about how he was madly in love with a guy himself! I was in shock not knowing what to think. I flipped through the journal, going to a date prior to what I had just read. The journal entry was marked May 1974, which was a month after my Aunt had passed away. I read with eagerness: Steven came over today, knocking on my door asking if he could mow my yard for the low price of $5. I told him that he could. He had his own lawn mower and everything. I was in the kitchen fixing myself a sandwich and I noticed him outside mowing the back yard. He was pushing the lawnmower when he stopped briefly to take off his shirt. The heat of the day was getting to him. I couldn't help but stare at this shirtless ten year old boy. His chest glistened with sweat and I watched with my dick throbbing as a strand of sweat slid down his chest with grace as it reached his belly and into his gym shorts where I was sure it was resting quite comfortably on his young cock." My own cock started to harden. It was like reading porn! I continued reading: "I watched him with pure lust. I wanted to lick the sweat off the boy and make love to him right there in the back yard, but it was taboo. It wasn't how things were to go, but it didn't feel wrong. It felt right. I then walked out into the backyard and asked Steven to come in and cool off. I made him an glass of ice water and let him rest on the couch. We started to talk. He told me that his parents were in a huge fight. His dad had left for a few days and his mother was always out with her friends. He said he didn't like being home cause he felt ignored so that was why he was mowing yards and to get some cash to buy toys with. I told him he could take a shower after a he mowed if he wanted too. Steven finished the yard and then came back in and took a shower. I did something bold though. I went into the bathroom while he was in there and took my clothes off and joined him. Steven didn't have a problem with it at all! I looked at him with the hot water running down his naked body. He was so beautiful! I placed my hands on his naked body for the first time, feeling the smoothness of it. His tiny cock wasn't more than three inches in length when it was hard. I played with it and he smiled. Dare I suck on it? Yes! I got down on my knees and started licking on his tiny cock and hairless balls. Steven moaned with pleasure and enjoyed it as much as I did. He then played with my cock and started sucking on it. I looked down as the young ten year old boy had my six inch thick cock in his mouth. I was much harrier than he was and he loved that! I wanted to masturbate so bad! I kept him on his knees and I began jerking my dick and after several moments I was cumming like I had never cum before. I shot load after load, most of which had landed on his face. Steven laughed at it and thought it was cool wanting to do it himself so I helped him. After just about a minute he was moaning loudly as his first orgasm hit him. I don't know if he came though or had a dry orgasm but he loved it nonetheless. We got out of the shower and got dressed again. I gave him the $5 and he kissed me goodbye and asked if he could come back sometime. I told him to come by tomorrow. I am so excited to see him again!" In shock I closed the leather book and sat back on the couch. My cock was so hard and throbbing that it was hurting. That was the hottest thing I had ever read! My Uncle had a love affair with a ten year old boy. I should have thought it was wrong but instead I liked it, in fact I fucking loved it! I stood up and took my pants off and slid my underwear off. My hard eight inch cock which towered over a thick bush of pubic hair, was precumming a whole lot. I sat back down on the couch and began jerking off. I imagined Steven in my head not even sure if that's what he really looked like. In my mind he was a very sexy young boy with short brown hair and brown eyes to match. His little hairless cock was beautiful in my mind and the thought of his bubble butt ready to be fucked was even more beautiful. I began to moan very loud as I orgasmed and started blowing my thick white load all over my chest. The first load had hit my chin and it felt very warm to the touch. I took off my shirt and wiped off my cum and put my underwear and pants back on and took a few more drinks of vodka. I decided to try and open the tin box but it too was locked and I didn't have a key. I was a bit too drunk to try and open it with a hammer. Instead I put both the items back in the safe and with the key in hand I went back upstairs and passed out in my own bed. * * * The next morning I woke up a little hungover. I took Tylenol to ease my pain and then took a hot shower to wake me up. By nine o'clock I was at the video store opening up shop and by ten the store was open and customers started coming in. They told me they were sorry for their loss and I thanked them. Around one the store slowed down, which helped me do a little bit of zoning around the store. About ten minutes later the front door opened and I turned around to welcome the customer. I noticed it was a young boy, around ten years old, the same age as Steven my Uncle's young lover. The boy smiled at me and then went around the store looking at movies. My cock jumped. The boy was beautiful! He had short brown hair and brown eyes, sort of how I envisioned Steven in my head. I kept looking over at the boy with lust in my eyes. I wanted to get to know him better and do what my Uncle had down to Steven. I shook my head, putting those thoughts aside...for now. The boy had picked a movie and was ready to check out. The movie was a comedy rated PG-13. Technically I wasn't supposed to rent it unless he was with a parent or guardian but I let it slide, it's not like it was rated R. "I like your bracelet!" the boy had said to me. I looked down at my bracelet. It was rainbow colored, a gay bracelet almost. "Thanks," I said. "I made it myself." "Really? Wow! Can you make me one?" I laughed. "Sure. When you come back in I'll have it for you." "Cool!" The movie was due back in three days, plenty of time to make one for him. The boy smiled at me and thanked me and headed out. * * * That night in the shower I jerked off thinking of the young boy. He had definitely been flirting with me! He was so fucking hot. I had to get to know him. I came loads thinking of making love to him, it felt so amazing! To be continued... Note: Future episodes will be based upon your responses so please email me at celthric8854@hotmail.com with ideas and or comments. Would love to hear from you!