Date: Tue, 10 May 2022 20:06:31 +0200 (CEST)
From: karcamel@tutanota.com
Subject: Chat or trap?  (Gay adult-youth)

The author is not a native English speaker, however, I hope you can still
enjoy the reading experience.
The story is completely fictional and has no basis of truth in the real
world. Your comments or suggestions are always welcome. Please direct
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Story codes; Mb11, cons, oral, anal. (Gay adult-youth)
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CHAT OR TRAP?

Part 1


My wife is a nurse, and I am a salesman in a hardware store. We are very
ordinary. We live in an apartment building. The apartment has two bedrooms,
a living room with a combined kitchen, and a bathroom. The house has five
floors, and our apartment in the third.

I am a middle-aged, slightly stomached, bald man. Height of an ordinary
man, and looking like an ordinary man. You could say I reach the average by
all measures. Neighbors and co-workers probably think I'm the kind of
trustworthy and responsible father in the family. And that's what I think
it is. At least if I am asked.

My wife is a couple of years younger than me. Not slender but not fat
stable either. She is quite short. Pretty nice ass but small tits. A
regular brown-haired woman wearing glasses. She's not very active sexually,
and it annoys me at times. I've been fucking whores, but it wasn't my
thing, I quit that hobby pretty soon, but I discovered a new area of
interest.

I have a son, eleven-year-old Jackson, Jack, as we call him. He is a
mediocre student in the fifth grade; not bad, but by no means great
either. He's not stupid, certainly not, but he can't focus on things other
than just the ones that interest him. Comics, Legos, superhero figures,
friends, action games. All those quite typical things of an eleven-year-old
boy among his peers. He is not very athletic, but nonetheless slim and
sinewy. That's how I was when I was a young boy.

Our daughter is Tina. A fourteen-year-old all the time angry teenage
girl. She gets angry at everything, and nothing is ever right. So I think
she's comical. She wears too tight clothes to be 14. Her mother lets her do
that, and my opinion has not been asked. The girl has pretty small tits and
a tiny pretty ass. Sometimes when I look at her, strange thoughts arise in
me, but I get them out of my mind when I try to think of something
else. Anyway, she looks like every young stallion in the town would want to
fuck her.

As I said, my sex life with me and my wife has faded. We have sex maybe a
couple of times a month, so as a man with normal desires, I had to come up
with something else. I started watching porn, but that too felt blunt after
a while. I once accidentally followed a link that took me to a gay porn
site. There flashed banners where boys or men were in real action with each
other. I don't know what happened, but I noticed I got an erection.

I have never experienced myself as a homosexual, but the thought aroused me
of having sex with another man. I watched the videos and felt the
compelling need to burst out. The rest of the family was already asleep, it
seemed to be over half the night when I sneaked into the toilet and fetched
the paper. The computer was in the living room with no doors, just doorways
to the hallway and kitchen.

I clicked on a video where two men my age kissed and caressed each
other. Their stiff cocks touched each other, and it was so arousing to me
that I came immediately. I was left sitting at the computer for a while I
closed the video. I was wondering if I was getting gay. I hadn't lost
interest in women, so I thought my interest was just a passing phase.

However, it was not temporary. I started watching videos every day,
sometimes even many times a day. I did so whenever the opportunity came. I
was starting to feel kind of stupid that I was wasting my sexuality by
masturbating in front of a PC, while with the same device I might be able
to organize something more concrete. Google dating sites, and I found
them. At first, I was just chatting with other men until I went into video
chat. I wanked with the men, but that too somehow felt empty.

Eventually, I decided to be encouraged and put on a date invitation for a
man. My age, and body quite similar to mine. Stubble, short hair. That's
what that man was like. He had an insanely large penis that almost didn't
fit in my mouth. Sucking a man's organ for the first time was a different
experience than I had imagined. The cock was kind of soft, even though it
was hard. The man sucked me better than anyone ever. He really knew what he
was doing. And he swallowed my cum, all that I shot into his mouth.

As I said, he really had a big cock. And he wanted to fuck me with it. I
was frightened, but at the same time aroused by the thought that such a big
piece of meat would come inside me and the man would get pleasure from my
ass. I went on all fours, and he greased his cock carefully and pushed it
inside me slowly but firmly. At some point, I was sure my anus would
tear. The man told me to relax and when I managed to do it all started to
go easier.

The man fucked me hard. With each push, I moved a couple of inches
forward. It felt crazy that what I was doing in bed to my wife was now done
to me. He grabbed my cock while he fucked the goodbyes to my ass's
virginity and I shot my seed at his sheets and pillow. The man accelerated,
eventually, his swollen dick swelled further in my ass and started spitting
sperm. I felt it inside me. It was insanely arousing to think that someone
else's semen was deep in my anus.

I met the man a few more times and he taught me everything about sex
between men, and how two males can satisfy each other enjoyably. I
continued chatting and met a few other men. All the meetings were just
sex. I didn't want to create any emotional feelings with those men, somehow
it felt against my character.

One day while I was at work, I set up storage and got to be there all
alone. It gave me a chance to go into a chat and try if I could find
someone interesting with whom to fuck. By googling, I found a new chat
where I was able to choose a chat partner based on his age. I had never
thought I would fuck younger boys, but in this chat, I was able to set the
age limit as low as sixteen. I wasn't seriously thinking about looking for
anything from there. For fun, I tried it.

So I set the age limit at sixteen and waited. After all, since I was almost
in my fifties, I didn't expect to get much contact, so I continued to
arrange the storage shelves. I worked for maybe about fifteen minutes when
a small sound of "Ding" came out of the computer. I sat at my desk and saw
how a chatbox had appeared on the page. It read "bigboy wants to chat with
you." I thought for a moment about what I would write but didn't come up
with anything clever.

» Hi, bigboy, what's up? - went a moment until I was replied.

« Hey. I'm ok, how about you?

» Okay too. Where are you writing from?

« Home. I just came from school. Where are you?

» I'm at work. What brought you here to chat? -I asked

« Curiosity, I guess.

» So you're 16?

« I can't log in here if I'm younger, I'm not sixteen yet.

» Okay, but then the curiosity brought you here to see what's going
on here?

« Kind of yeah. Yes, I know what a chat this is.

» Are you interested in this men-to-men stuff? Do you have any
experience with such?

« I don't have anyone. I just watch porn and play with myself.

» So do I. But you would like more?


« I guess so. Yes, I do think so.

» I'm pretty old for your taste. You didn't seem to notice what age
limit you set?

» I set it on purpose.

"Why did you do that, you are a young boy, I don't even know how young you
are?

» An older man would feel more reliable. You are the same age as my
father. It feels safe.

As I said, I had by no means going to look for the company of the young
boys, but somehow an interesting person was revealed behind the boy's text.

« What age are you, exactly? Fifteen? - I asked.

» I dare not say. If I tell you, you leave and it annoys me.

« What if I promise I won't leave, but we can keep talking?

The cursor flashed on the chat page screen. I thought the boy had left and
was closing my browser when a message appeared on the screen again:

» Eleven.

It was my turn to freeze. Eleven. A fifth-grader. He could be my son's
classmate. Can such a young person think about sex?

« Eleven ?? - I wrote.


» Now you're leaving. I knew it.

« I'm not going anywhere. I'm just wondering, aren't you a little
young for all this?

» Why would I be if I know what I want?

« I have a son who is the same age as you. I find it hard to imagine
him being interested in these things.

» All boys my age are interested in sex, but usually no one dares to
do anything. I dare if I find someone reliable. I would like my dad to do
it, but I can't ask him to do that.

« Well, of course, you can't. That could be a little too weird.

Noises were heard from the warehouse door, and someone was coming in.

« Unfortunately I have to go now.

» Can you give me your email address? The boy concluded.

I gave him an anonymous email address from which I could not be traced. I
didn't want any problems for myself. The boy said at the end of the
conversation that he would put me some interesting mail.

The workday ended and I went home. My daughter was annoyed by
something. Jack was sitting at the computer and playing some loud game
where guns banged and bombs exploded. My wife put on dinner. Ordinary
everyday life. At some point in the evening, before going to bed, I
remembered what the boy had said. He had told me to send me something, and
I felt like I had to see if he had done so.

I went to the email on my cell phone. One message on an anonymous account
from bb2011. The subject of the message was only briefly "Hello." Two words
in the message: "Answer me."

The message had an attachment that I need to click open. I don't know which
it was, shock or surprise, but there was a photo of the boy's penis
attached. It was rigid and pointed towards the roof even though it had been
taken while standing. The tip of the dick was a darker red than its rod,
and it was prominently exposed as the foreskin had been pulled back.

I was left staring at the picture. A small, flawless, naturally hairless,
ready-to-action, 11-year-old dick. I felt my own organ start to harden. The
picture made me aroused, and it felt sinful. I didn't want to feel anything
like that about the little boy, but I had to admit that he was starting to
get me really interested. Meanwhile, my son was walking past me, and he
only had a towel in front of him when he was going to take a shower. I
looked at his naked back and round buttocks, and I thought the boy I was
talking to would be just that.

The next day I was working at the store side, so I didn't have a chance to
go check my email. However, during lunch, I went to a cafe around the
corner. I ordered two pizza slices and a big coffee. I sat in the lodge and
looked at my phone. An email had arrived. Nickname -big boy- asked if I got
his picture and if I liked it. I knew I had to be an adult, and I shouldn't
go into any silly game, so I replied that I got a picture and that it's not
wise to send one to strangers.

I left the e-mail program open and set the phone to notify me of incoming
messages. In the afternoon, I felt in my pocket how the phone vibrated
announcing an incoming message. The boy asked if I could chat with him. I
told him I couldn't do that at home, and that it would be best for us to
let it be and forget the whole thing. However, I looked again at the
picture he had sent. Small and stiff, beautiful penis. I wondered what it
might be like to take it in my mouth and suck it. I tried to banish such
thoughts. After all, I replied to him that after work I could go to a cafe
and chat with him for a few minutes. After closing the phone, I was amazed
at what I had gone to promise the boy.


I was sitting in the cafe around the corner again. I texted the boy that I
could chat for a little while. I didn't understand myself, that kind of
behavior wasn't in my range of behavior. Soon the phone ting.

» Hi, nice to have you talking to me.

« Well. I shouldn't do this, you know it too, that's not
appropriate, at least not from me who's an adult.


» Don't be angry. What did you like about my picture? Be honest?

« I don't know what to say. It was boldly done by you, as far as I
can tell.

» Do you have a picture?

« About my penis?

» Yes. I'd like to see it.

« I can't send one like that to you. - The boy's request made blood
circulate at my lower end. I wondered what it would be like if a boy
watched my cock and maybe masturbated while watching it.

» Please. Please be so kind. No one gets to know. Tell me now, did
you like my... thing?

« Umm. It was undeniably a great picture. I shouldn't say this, but
you have a strong and good-looking dick.

» Oh thank you. But it's so small.

« All in time boy, it will grow with age. - Now I had a shocking
erection.

» I measured it yesterday. It's exactly 3 in (7.6 cm). Pathetically
small. I'm ashamed.

« I don't think you're ashamed at all. You wouldn't have sent a
picture of it if you were embarrassed.

» I don't even have pubic hair, isn't that embarrassing too?

« Of course, you don't. You shouldn't have them yet. And there's
nothing to be ashamed of. I think your genital area was very ... nice
looking and interesting.

» Guess what I'm doing here. - the boy changed the subject.

« Heh, you're wanking.

» How did you guess that?

« This is only for us... I would like to too, but I'm sitting in a
cafe. - I started to be in a mood where I couldn't control myself.

Then my phone rang. My wife called and asked if I was coming home and she
gave me a list of everything I had to buy from the store on the way home. I
promised the boy that we would get back to it as soon as possible. It
started to feel like I wouldn't get away with it but in just one way.

In the evening I was sitting in the corner of the couch. My wife was
watching some silly reality show and I played with my phone. I opened the
duck duck browser and searched for images with the keyword 11 yo
boy. Thousands of pictures were naturally found. I was trying to imagine
what it would be like to spend an intimate moment with someone in the
pictures. I found a lot of images of the boys just in their swimwear. Firm
and slender bodies, tanned skins, tight asses. Some tiny bulges in swimming
trunks. I enjoyed what I saw. It felt crazy that even a few days ago I
wouldn't have any reactions to such images in any way. I told my wife I was
going to clean up a little. I jerked off and shoot the seeds on the shower
wall. Then I shaved my lower end bare and took a picture. After the shower,
I went to the balcony to cool off and then I sent the boy a short and
simple message with a picture:

« Would you like to meet me?

Just before I went to bed, I checked the emails. The boy had answered just
as simply:

» Yes.

I replied that I would return to him the next day and wished him a good
night.


To be continued
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