Date: Mon, 20 Mar 2023 23:48:00 +0000
From: Baby Boy <cuckadoodle101@protonmail.com>
Subject: Date Night

Date Night



Synopsis: Jake and Trent share a few intimate moments, exploring their
new relationship, their trust in each other, their bodies and their
affections.



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Author's Notes: This story is based on a good work I came in contact
with a little while ago. It's name is "Trent Asks Daddy For A
Boyfriend" and can be found in this address:
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/trent-asks-daddy-for-a-boyfriend/.
I've corresponded with the author a couple times, but he's stopped
replying to me after a while. David, if you're reading this, please take
this as the homage it's meant to be. I loved the characters and universe
you've created in this story and would like for this to be seen, maybe,
as a side-story not completely necessary for canon comprehension, but
that adds fun points of view to it.

Nevertheless, if you don't know the original work and is not interested
in it, I believe I've managed to make it completely understandable as a
work that stands on its own.

I'll leave further notes at the end. Read them if you're interested.



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When Trent asked his dad if a boy could date a man, he would've never
imagined things would take the turn they've taken now. He was, truly,
blind to the nature of the world. Now, six weeks after he was officially
introduced to Jake, he could say he was a different person, entirely.

Being honest with himself, Trent still didn't see how or why Jake was
attracted to him. They couldn't be more different. Jake was tall,
strong, experienced, patient. As Trent was the opposite. He didn't think
there was anything particularly interesting to catch the eye of a man
such as Jake, certainly not in the beginning. But, the man tore down his
insecurities pretty fast, by worshipping him as much as he worshipped the
man.

Their first night together was embedded in Trent's memory, and would
likely be forever, as his awakening to life itself. Sure, his dad loved
him since always, but now he knew how it felt to be loved. It was
different, somehow.

Ever since that day, things had been moving at a rapid pace between the
new couple. Jake slept in Trent's tiny bed every day that week and never
complained, although even Trent could tell that the small bed in which
Jake's feet and ankles had no room in the best case scenario had to be
uncomfortable. But Jake insisted on staying and David, Trent's dad,
wasn't all that trusting in Jake yet, after all the two adults had just
met and barely knew anything about each other. So, to keep things civil
and safe for Trent, they were only allowed to meet under David's roof
and supervision.

Still, Jake seemed to be on cloud nine.

And so was Trent.

The most wonderful thing about his man-boyfriend that always had Trent
melting inside was the way Jake looked at him. Whenever their eyes would
meet, Trent saw the softness and adoration Jake had for him. He was a
hard looking man, but for Trent he was nothing but the biggest of fools.
Trent turned the big man into a kid again, and in return the man helped
the kid mature in a natural, healthy way. Their love was much more than a
romantic relationship, as relationships between men and boys always are.


Now, with David's trust and consent, Jake had permission to take Trent
wherever he wanted, for how long they pleased. Of course, they had their
intimate moments, numerous ones. But, some of the ones Jake enjoyed more
-- and so did Trent -- were the ones they had in public. Jake had never
thought he could live his true self with a person he loved in public.
Obviously, they had to keep their contact in the safe side, something
that Jake had extensively explained to Trent before their first date.
After a few adjustments, the boy now was able to understand and behave
accordingly, even if Jake himself feels like jumping out of his skin with
desire.

Tonight, the couple is doing something they've grown accustomed to, in
the last few weeks. Jake had learned Trent loves to go out to the movies,
but David, as any single parent, wasn't able to always take the boy.
Besides, Trent was in that age in which he wanted to watch "adult"
movies which usually just meant some action-packed 2-hour blockbuster
that had kind of some violence and enough sex to fall into the Rated R
category, perhaps. But, with an adult by your side, no one would stop you
from walking into the session. So, Trent happily held Jake's hand while
he entered the room, smiling at the employee who handed them their 3D
glasses.

They held hands through most of the spectacle, like a proper couple, and
no one batted an eye. Granted, the session was almost empty and they were
the only ones in the last row, but still.

Jake had learned, in this short time they were together, that people are
all about what they can see. Trent had wavy dark-brown hair and light
blue eyes. Jake, on the other hand, had light brown hair, almost blonde,
straight and long that he always kept tied in a ponytail or a bun. He had
a full beard just a tone darker than his hair, with a few white hairs
which he was not proud of.

When they were out on date nights like these, the man always kept both
carefully combed. He knew how to look good for his boyfriend. Jake had
green eyes and, albeit being tall and with a lot of muscles, they fell
into the gray area of white enough to look somehow related. So people
automatically assumed Jake was Trent's dad or uncle at first glance. And
what is comfortable to the eye must be the truth, so the new world order
that looks for signs of "abuse" everywhere was unsuspecting of them, so
far.

In these occasions, Jake always did his best. He took time to prepare for
his boyfriend. He was a mechanic, a rough man, but that didn't mean he
needed to be a caveman. Yes, he liked his hair and beard long, and in
day-by-day life it was harder to keep the care routine on. But he made an
effort, for Trent and for them, whenever they had scheduled to go out. He
washed and conditioned his hair and beard. He'd always trim his beard a
little on these days. He would trim his body hair as well, had not Trent
specifically demanded him not to, ever. Just as Jake loved Trent's youth
and softness, Trent loved Jake's strength and maturity. Their hairless
and hairy combination was a match made in heaven. He'd wear cologne in
those nights, and he'd scrub extra hard to not leave any grease under
his nails.

Being in love had Jake wanting to look his best, to present his best for
his boyfriend, at least in these occasions. It was something he's never
get to experience before, because he had never dated anyone he truly
wanted to date. Men, women. He tried. He sincerely did. But, ever since
he was 15, he knew what truly interested him. And, after fighting for so
long with his nature, here he was, living it fully, and beautifully.

Jake now also had a pretext to wear some nice clothes he'd never get to
wear otherwise. Because he was different from other people, he didn't
feel so comfortable being in social situations as much and preferred to
keep it to himself. His friends were the guys that worked with him, at
the garage, and he barely had any contact with his family. Dating was out
of the table for him, until now.

Tonight, in specific, Jake was wearing tight dark blue skinny jeans, a
black button-up shirt with the top couple buttons undone, to leave just
enough chest hair out to tease Trent but also to air him out in the warm
Floridian fall night. To finish off the look, he had a brown blazer on
that matched his boots. He knew he looked good, he just never wanted to
look good for anyone. Until now.

And, man, did he take Trent's breath away every time. Just as the other
way around.

Trent, on his instance, was dressed like no special occasion. Which,
somehow, only pressed Jake on more. The boy had on gray sneakers, light
blue jeans that weren't nearly as revealing as his partner's, a white
t-shirt with a plaid unbuttoned shirt over it. And his hair just
fashionably messy enough in a way just children seem to be able to do. It
was so casual but, to Jake, it was everything.

After their session, Jake just kept his boyfriend's hand in his, while
he listened intently as Trent retailed the story of the movie and the
parts he liked best. It was a short walk to the restaurant they had
reservations to. Before, Jake was so uninterested in his life, and all he
ever did was to go day-by-day in a haze of alcohol and work, and now look
at him. He still didn't believe it, but he had no time to reflect on it,
as Trent took all available space and more in his life and mind.

As Trent wondered about how they made explosions so close to the actors
possible to shoot super-hero shots during those kind of scenes we all
know so well, the man pulled the restaurant door open. They were truly a
couple on a date night, like any other. This realization dawned on him
from time to time, and still left his limbs tingling with the energy of
it.

Like the movies, the restaurant wasn't crowded, considering it was a
more expensive one. Having his own business meant Jake could afford the
luxury of staying up until the sunrise if needed, because he had
employees to handle things for him. Besides, it meant he had the means to
afford nice things, even if he didn't care as much about them before,
but now that he is in love, he can give the best life has to offer to his
boyfriend.

He only tears his attention away from Trent to turn to the hostess for a
brief moment.

"Good evening. Reservation for Jacob Graham, please." He smiles at her,
simply because he hasn't been able to stop smiling in six weeks.

"Of course, I'll show you to your table." She says, rapidly checking
in her book the information.

They go after her and not for a single moment, Trent has stopped ranting
about any and every thought on his mind. It's endearing and dangerous,
but the boy is just so innocent and so committed to their love that he
seems to be able to control himself. It shows levels of maturity and
self-restraint Jake never imagined possible in a child. But, then again,
he had never had a relationship with a child before, so he couldn't
know.

The restaurant isn't packed, although it has much more people that the
movies. However, it is indeed one of the priciest places in town. So
everything is a little bit fancier than both of them are accustomed to,
but it also meant there was more space, so they could at least talk in
their table, if not loud enough, without the risk of other people
overhearing. He loved the fact that Trent didn't care. He could take the
boy to a Mexican food truck and he'd be happy and call it a perfect
date, as long as they were together and had the whole night for
themselves. It only fueled Jake to do more and more for him. He would
gladly empty his pockets completely and live on the street for the boy.

"Here are the menus, I'll let you and your son to it and soon enough a
waiter will come by to take your orders." The woman says and leaves,
after she lingers her gaze, observing the man has no ring on his finger,
but Jake doesn't realize it, because he only has eyes for the boy.

Nor Trent nor Jake correct her. People assume Trent is Jake's son or
nephew most of the time, and this is the exact way they want people to
think. Luckily, David doesn't live in this town long enough or is social
enough for people in the street to recognize him or Trent and defy this
narrative, and Jake just moved to town.

Trent opens the menu immediately, bouncing on his chair and obnoxiously
reading the items out loud.

Jake opens his as well, but only pretends to read it. He watches his
boyfriend, amused, with a silly in-love smile on his face that wouldn't
be so hard to decipher if people paid close attention to. He knew he was
playing with fire, but he already knew all the worst outcome first hand.
He didn't mind risking it all for the promise of living the love he
deserved.

"Can we have the lobster?" The boy asks, missing the pronunciation.

"Do you even know what that is?" Jake cocks a brow at him.

"No." The boy giggles.

"It wouldn't be fun. It's hard to eat. What about something from the
kids menu?"

"Will you be eating something from the kids menu?" Trent rapidly fires
back.

"No, but there's a reason for the kids menu. It's simpler food that
pleases everyone."

"Yeah, but I'm a grown up. I can eat from the normal menu." Trent
makes a pissed off pout that turns out to be just the cutest thing Jake
has ever seen, probably. God, he wants to kiss him so badly right now.

"Alright, then. But let's at least go with something easier. What do
you think of steak?"

"I prefer chicken meat." The boy crosses his arms.

"Ah, come on! Real men eat steak, red meat. You always say you want to
grow big and strong as me."

"Yeah? Will it help me then?"

"Of course!"

"Then I want it!" Children's logic is so simple at times.

Jake only needs to make eye contact with the nearest waiter so the guy
knows they're ready to order.

"Good evening. My name is Will, and I'll be your waiter tonight. Are
you ready to order, sir?"

Not that Jake had much of an eye for anything that isn't across from him
on this table, but by the way the waiter speaks and stands, he can tell
the boy is gay. He can also tell the kid definitely isn't eighteen.
Sixteen, at most. And must really need this job, if he's willing to show
so much cordiality. That's as far as he lets himself wonder. Trent might
not know jealousy yet, but he's an only child, it wouldn't take him
long to figure that out.

"We'll be having two prime stakes, mine rare and his medium rare. Make
his a little smaller than usual, please."

"Of course, sir. Tonight, as openings we have shrimp canapés and bread
sticks with cheese. We have a perfect white or red wine to match
depending on your selection."

"I won't be drinking tonight, thanks." He shoots down the offer. Two
months ago, he wouldn't refuse alcohol for any reason in the world.
Today, though, he's driving and he has the most precious thing in the
entire existence with him, he'd never dare put the boy in any risk. "I
think we'll have the bread sticks with cheese, this tyke loves
cheese."

He makes a playful move at Trent across the table and the boy giggles
again. God, Jake has it so bad for him.

For the first time, the waiter shoots Trent a second glace, and out of
his peripheral vision, Jake registers that he lingers a couple seconds.

"And to drink?"

"Soda!" Trent shouts and nearly jumps out of his seat. Apparently, he
was not pleased he hadn't chosen anything yet.

"Two sodas will be fine. He's in a phase he doesn't want juice
anymore, even if gassed drinks make him windy later."

The waiter chuckles funnily, and Trent stares at them both, not able to
comprehend the fart joke. Sometimes, Jake thinks he's too innocent for
his own good. That this world is going to eat him alive.

Just a second looking into his angelic blue eyes, however, takes all of
Jake's cares away.

Serving after serving, they keep the conversation between them going.
Jake has no problem taking the back seat as the boy speaks his mind in
various subjects, with his child logic that makes Jake laugh so
frequently.

Once again, Jake is grateful for the paradox of Trent's innocence and
maturity, because the boy is loud and obnoxious in public, carefree like
any other boy his age, but he still doesn't approach any sensitive
themes or makes any remarks that might sound dubious to others despite,
at this time in their relationship, being an expert at forbidden man/boy
sex.

Prior to this, Jake wasn't a person that smiled a lot, or that let other
people in easily. He had a hard life, challenging enough. But now, thanks
to Trent, he wanted to smile, and to laugh, and to find beauty in this
world again. He wanted to take care of himself, to go out, and to think
of a future beyond going to work, going to the gym and drinking himself
to sleep every night. All Jake was missing in his life was the right
person, was being loved. Now, he wanted to make trips with the boy, he
wanted to go places and do things, take more time off work... If that's
not the healing power of love...

As they wait for their main course, Trent finally shuts up about this new
videogame he's excited to play that comes out next month and Jake
realizes it's the first time there's silence between them, tonight. It
feels strange, somehow. Jake used to be comfortable in the silence. Now,
it makes him feel like something is wrong.

And something is indeed wrong, because when he raises his glaze at his
tiny 9 year old boyfriend, the kid has a side smile full of malice that
doesn't belong in a child.

Before he can make any remark, he feels a strange body touch his ankle
underneath the table. It takes him a few microseconds to take control of
himself and not yelp with the jumpscare. Trent laughs and only then Jake
realizes that the thing touching his ankle, trying to find a piece of
flesh to tickle between his pants and his socks is the boy's very own
socked foot.

"Stop it!" He laughs back, lightly, getting shoving Trent's foot away
without intent.

Trent laughs again and just tries harder to tickle his boyfriend.

Jake ends up taking his shoes off as well and they play a match of
footsies underneath the table, laughing like two toddlers.

It is only when Trent rides his foot up Jake's leg, causing goosebumps
to run through his body, that he realizes his dick is rock solid. Their
happy, loving, childish interaction aroused him. Innocence excited him.

But there was nothing innocent in the glare Trent was sending him now,
from underneath his long eyelashes. The little fucker seemed to know
exactly what he was doing. Even with Jake being certain Trent wouldn't
be able to see anything from where he was.

At this moment, Jake perceives the waiter coming back in their direction
and panics. He's wearing tight pants that leave nothing to the
imagination when he's soft, now that's he's fully hard, there would be
no doubt it in the mind of anyone who saw his situation. He pulled his
chair closer to the table and adjusted the tablecloth and the napkin in
his lap to hide his predicament. It worked, but Will, the waiter, had a
knowing look in his face when he placed their dishes, as if he could've
known.

Luckily, the new serving distracts the boy enough that he lets go of the
subject and Jake can take a breath of relief as he feels himself deflate.


The boy smiles and dives in sloppily and they focus on the meal for once.
The air between them has changed, however. Jake can feel the electricity
chirming.

Later, after the dessert that Trent somehow still had room for and the
exorbitant check, with their shoes back on their feet, they step out on
the sidewalk, content and light, holding each other's hand. Jake's
truck isn't far away, but they walk slowly to it, just content to be in
each other's presence, not really having anywhere to be, any
commitments, any pressure. At the same time, Jake can feel Trent barely
holding in his fidgety spirit. He knows the boy is horny. But they're
out in public, and the night is so pleasant, they just stroll around,
dragging the moment on a little longer.

"So, did you like the steak?" Jake asks to break the ice. It's
comfortable, but he is not satisfied with just comfortable anymore.

Trent takes a moment to think about it. It was something Jake had
perceived about the boy. He thinks, organizes his thoughts in his head
before verbalizing them. It's not something many boys his age do.

"Hmm... It was... Different, for sure." Jake knows he's looking for the
right words. It's obvious the boy is trying not to hurt his feelings,
for what he said earlier.

"It's okay if you didn't like it. The most important thing is that
we're honest with each other. And that we trust each other. That's how
a relationship works." The mechanic says the last part in a small voice
for obvious reasons, but Trent nods along, listening intently.

"It's just that you said that it was what real men ate... I didn't want
to disappoint you."

"Oh, baby, you could never disappoint me! I love you just the way you
are, no need to try and be anything else."

Trent blushes severely at the comment.

"I'm not used to eating it like that. There was blood still in it!"

"There's nothing wrong with a little blood in your red meat, as long as
it's properly seasoned."

"That's not how mom made it. So that's not how I like it, and that's
not how dad makes it either." The boy chews on the inside of his cheek.

Jake is left at a loss of words after that. How is he supposed to say
anything after that? He knew the story; David had told him. Mom left with
another guy. It must've been really traumatizing for the boy.

"Why do you like it so much?" Trent says in a small voice, a couple
minutes later.

And Jake breathes relieved, because he hates the idea that he made the
boy feel bad.

"Well... I grew up in a farm... We ate cows every now and then, so I'm no
stranger to barbecues and roasts. Besides, I went to a place for some
time where I couldn't enjoy the privilege of eating it whenever I
wanted."

"If you grew up in a farm, how did you end up being a mechanic and not a
farmer?"

"We had an old tractor that broke down all the time. Somehow I ended up
being responsible for fixing it. And I liked it. By the time I was
sixteen, my dad finally bought a new one, but I was already fixing cars,
trucks, tractors... Anything with a motor, for us and all the neighbors. I
learned a lot of it myself. Then, when I moved to the city, I learned
more from other guys that worked with me. Never went to school for it,
but it doesn't mean I'm less intelligent than anyone else." Jake hated
when people looked down on him just because he didn't have a degree. So
what, he doesn't have a crippling debt he's gonna take 20 years to pay
off and makes more money than anyone he knew that went to college.

"If it's worth anything, I think you're one of the smartest people I
know." His boy says and Jake can't help the world-shattering smile that
comes across his face.

"Thank you, buddy. That is the only opinion I care about."

They're close enough to the parking lot now, but the moment elicits Jake
to pull Trent up into his arms and carry him the rest of the way. It
still marvels Jake that Trent is 9, but he's so small. Anyone who
didn't know him would say he's 7, tops. It must be hard for him at
school, Jake still remembers how kids can be cruel. He wanted to protect
his little love from everything in the world.

Having Trent's body rubbing against him obviously shoots all the emotion
straight to his dick, that seems to have forgotten it's not in a
teenager anymore, because it has been getting hard and staying that way,
as if Jake had never had an erection before, since he met Trent.

The boy obviously feels it, and hides a grin in the crook of his man's
neck, at the same time as he inhales the masculine scent.

The parking lot has precarious lighting, but neither of them dares to do
anything out in the open. Especially after the incident with Trent's
friend, Mateo, which they were lucky enough to deflect.

Jake feels emboldened, so as he climbs in the huge truck, he looks around
to see if they're being watched and keeps the boy on his lap. Once
inside the car, all the worries are gone, because all of his windows are
pitch black from the outside.

It is immediate the effect that privacy has on them. Jake's right hand
finds the curve of Trent's ass at the same time that his left raises the
boy's chin, angling the boy's lips in the direction of the man's
mouth.

"You smell so good tonight. I like it. But do you know what I like
more?"

Somehow the kid's lips are only an inch away from Jake. From this
distance, the kid's pupils seem to be blown so wide they've hidden the
blue of his eyes in a black pool of desire.

He knows if they keep this up, the windows will fog soon enough. But,
right now, he's not thinking with the right head.

"What is that?" He says back, blowing hot air in the kid's face.

"I like your natural smell more. Like, the way you smell after we've
made love for several hours."

It amazed Jake how much the kid loved everything the man would give to
him. And how in sync they were. There was no other explanation for the
way they met and the connection they shared other then it was meant to
be. Jake knew, just knew, they were soulmates and they were meant to be
together. Trent agreed.

The man loved everything about the boy, but also preferred everything on
it's natural state. The boy with nothing on, just like he came to this
world, was a work of art. There's nothing that could be changed about
him, there's nothing that needed to be changed. He was the most
beautiful boy in the whole world, and he was Jake's.

"It's my favorite smell, too. When we're sweaty and so close that our
smells start to mix." The man says back, his thumb lightly caressing
Trent's face.

"I love you." The boy says, simply, his eyes sparkling with a smile.

"I love you more, baby." Jake throws away all of his restraint and
kisses the boy.

Trent doesn't need to be told anything at this point, he threads his
small arms around Jake's neck and pushes his body further into the man.

Jake starts the kiss slow, pressing their lips together, feeling the
softness of Trent's lips against his own, pecking every few beats of his
heart. It's actually Trent that opens his mouth first, his tiny little
teasing tongue trying to breach the man's lips, inviting him in for
more. At this point in their relationship, Jake is content in letting
Trent take the initiative for everything. Not only he doesn't want to
hurt the boy, but he always wanted for things to develop organically, in
a way that didn't feel forced or manipulative, certainly not with the
use of force. So, he's happy to go at the kid's pace. He just lucked
out that this kid is incredibly eager and even without knowing what he
wanted, always knew he wanted more, and there was a more rewarding prize
ahead. Everything about them feels heaven-sent and holy. There is no way
Jake could've thought there was something wrong with his way of love,
because simply wasn't. No matter what other people said.

The boy shuffles around to have better access and angle in their kiss,
being the expert that he already is, and puts one leg in each side of
Jake's hips, effectively sitting on his lap. When their crotches brush
together in this interaction, a growl escapes Jake's throat, dying on
Trent's lips as they both realize how painfully hard the man is.

Jake takes the invitation and finally lets his big, wet, warm tongue
inside his boyfriend's mouth. The man is so much bigger than the child,
their size difference so adamant that the girth of his tongue alone
stretches Trent's lips wide around it, and his tiny little tongue can't
compete, can't put up a fight to keep him out. He just licks into the
boy's mouth with intent, touching every crevice, feeling his little baby
teeth that are so cute, so clean and white and virginal. Still, Trent's
tongue is going insane moving against his own, the sound of cut-off
childish moans he makes, the moving of his head in their slow kiss, the
child's aroma filling his nostrils, the warm weight of his body on his
lap and on his throbbing dick... All of these acts together set Jake off
as his eyes roll back inside his eyelids, and he hugs the child even
harder into him, hips starting to thrust up, into the boy.

Trent doesn't hold back either, and as he feels the desire the man has
for him out in full display, lets out a series of un-stopping high
pitched moans as he gives himself to the man. He lets his boyfriend
assault his mouth and relishes in it. His fingers run around, desperate
for something to hold on to, and they find the man's hair. Trent tries
to thread his fingers through it but can't, not with it tied like it is.
So he gets to work on getting it undone and lets out a loud content sigh
when he achieves it, holding on to Jake's long hair, pulling on it by
instinct.

It causes Jake to produce other primal sound, as they both know the man
loves to have his hair played with and pulled during sex. He tightens
even more the hold on the kid for just a second, before remembering he
shouldn't squeeze him so much or else he might hurt his little love.
Trent doesn't complain though. He never complains of anything Jake gives
him. He just happily takes, and takes, and takes.

The air in the car manages to run hot in no time, just with the action
going between them, so the boy finds a way to get rid of his flannel like
magic and then he's already pushing Jake's blazer out of his shoulders.


They never stop kissing, touching, exploring each other's bodies, for
even a moment.

Jake's hands come to rest on Trent's sides, squeezing just the right
amount to reassure his physical power, which turned the boy on so much.
His little dickie was rock hard and, although it was small and he knew
it, it was pretty obvious to both of them how hard he was, poking Jake's
stomach. Jake's hands were bigger than the kid's ribs, which he could
count because of how lean the child was. And they almost enclosed his
torso. These details about their size always ramped Jake up to the max.
He was so turned on, so turned on, he felt he might combust. The only
thing keeping him tethered to earth was knowing that his pleasure could
be even more complete, if they just removed all of this goddamned clothes
between them.

He slid his hands inside Trent's t-shirt and realized that his pants
were wet enough with his oozing pre-cum he could actually feel it. It was
one of the things Trent loved the most. How much pre-cum Jake could make.
He ran like a faucet, and it didn't help that the kid made him insane
with lust. He always leaked a lot, but not in this amount, so it was
proof of the effect the kid had on him. Trent said it was delicious. That
the taste was exquisite, unlike anything he ever tasted before. Sweet
with just a pang of salty to give it a twist. Jake never thought about
it. After the child mentioned it, he even experimented it to know what it
was about, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Nevertheless, the boy
kept his desperation for it, lapping it up and swallowing it all, making
happy content noises and complaining if Jake tried to pull him off of his
dick. Jake, being a weak man, had been converted in the last few weeks,
therefore, in the supplier of Trent's new favorite nectar. He could stay
for hours sucking for more and more fluid, more and more taste on his
tongue. It was only toppled by when Jake would feed the kid his seed.
Then Trent would really feast on it. He never let a single drop escape or
go to waste and when it was over, the kid always kept trying to suck out
more, just a last drop that was left behind inside his dick.

Jake had absolutely no complaints.

As the man starts pulling the shirt over his boy's head, the sound of an
engine turning on to their right startles them. For a millisecond before
Jake's brain catches up, his stomach sinks in despair, thinking they
might've been spotted. However, when he looks over, a man is
unsuspiciously driving off from the parking spot right next to them with
his family of four, uncapable of seeing anything on the pick-up truck
right beside him, except the fact that it was rocking gently, which meant
that someone was getting it on inside, but it was none of his business.

It is, however, what it takes for all of Jake's blood to rush from one
head to the other, and he picks Trent up and puts him on the passenger
seat beside him.

"We can't finish this here. We're going home." He says as Trent opens
his mouth to protest the loss of touch. That makes him shut his mouth
again.

Trent is insatiable. Once he gets going, it's impossible to stop him
until he's completely worn out. And he recharges fast, like any child.
He was really putting Jake and all his physical limits to the test these
last few weeks. Not that the man would complain about any of it.

They both fasten their seatbelts, Jake looks in the mirror and runs his
hands through his hair to make less obvious to anyone who might see them
what they were just doing, and starts the car. He lets Trent play with
the AC and the radio a little, and the boy settles both matters on his
own.

As they drive around downtown, he looks over at his boyfriend. The boy
seems to have changed so much in the short amount of time they've known
each other. He has learned and mastered so many things already. Still, he
never lost that innocence about him, that way of looking at the world
with bright eyes and an open heart.

Jake wished he had kept these qualities about himself.

It felt like a lifetime ago, but once he was a boy just like Trent. Then
the world went to hell.

"We're sleeping in your place tonight, right?" Trent speaks up after a
while. He had been trying to sing along to songs on the radio, but always
lost track of the most fast-paced lyrics. Some he didn't even understand
what was being said. Jake thought it was cute. Besides, most songs
nowadays don't have child-friendly messages in them anyways.

"Of course. I texted your dad before I picked you up." Jake smiles at
Trent, because he just can't not smile whenever he looks at Trent.

The kid's hair looks wild. His lips are swollen, bright, shiny red. Good
enough to eat. Knowing exactly what the man is thinking, Trent darts out
his tongue and wets them one more time.

Jake lets out a hiss and closes his eyes a second, turning his head back
to the road before opening them again like it's the hardest feat in the
world.

"Good. I wanna spend the weekend with you."

"You slept in my house every day this week, my love. Don't you think
that your dad might be missing you?"

"I don't care. I wanna be with you." In his mind, it was that simple.
And maybe it was. "Besides, he said he would understand."

"Well, don't you miss him?" It was not that Jake didn't want to sleep
with his boyfriend, it was just that he was concerned that the boy might
plainly miss his dad. It was the only parent he had, after all, and the
only adult he saw on a daily basis until a few weeks ago.

"I stayed with him during the day every day this week."

"Except when you went to meet me in the garage in the afternoons. And
when you were at school." Jake laughs and Trent has no other choice but
to giggle with him.

"Yeah, except those times. But you shouldn't worry about him. He has
work to do, and when he's not busy with that, he has his new friends
Mateo and Carlos..."

"Hm, so you're jealous then?" Jake reaches over and tickles the boy.

"Of course not... Stop it!" He laughs uncontrollably, trying his best to
get away from his boyfriend tickling fingers, but not succeeding due to
the seatbelt keeping him from moving far.

After a moment, Jake stops it and they both have a second to breathe. The
man can almost see the engines turning inside the child's head as he
thinks.

"It's been just the two of us for so long, you know. When I said I
wanted a man boyfriend, I didn't realize it would take so much of my
time away from him. I just worried he wasn't going to do well alone. But
now he's not alone anymore, and that's all that matters. We all found
someone to love." The kid looks at his boyfriend with those dreamy
expressive eyes of his, but his words take Jake by surprise. He knew
Trent was smart, of course he knew, but it still floored him from time to
time when the kid showed how aware he was of the world around him,
observing things sometimes even the adults hadn't perceived yet.

He nods, not really knowing what to say in response. If there even is a
response, that is.

They're almost home anyway, so the silence doesn't stretch for long
enough to become uncomfortable. And by the time he pulls into the
driveway, when the couple locks eyes, it gets charged with electricity.
With the promise of what they've been holding out on all night.

Being the most impatient of the duo, Trent jumps out of the car and heads
to the house. Jake looks at his reflection in the rearview mirror again.
He didn't expect to ever have this level of maturity on him. To be able
to hold out, to enjoy things, to drag the moment on longer just to taste
it better. It impresses himself every time he thinks about it.

He's startled by a series of knocks on his door.

"Jakey! Come on!!!" The boy says in that annoyed childish voice they
use when they want to get things their way immediately.

Jake lives in the same street as David and Trent, on the corner, down a
few houses. How could it be that life had presented such an opportunity
to him? He still came with no answers for that one.

He had lucked out, that's for sure. The house to his left was empty, and
the one to his right only had people coming and going every now and then,
never the same people. Jake suspected it was some kind of Airbnb. So,
there were no noisy neighbors to intrude on why there was suddenly a
child living with him or worse, to hear the obvious loud moans both of
them let out, not caring about who might hear them, in their stupor of
pleasure.

"Ok, okay! Calm down. I'm going." He fussed to get out and follow the
boy.

The kid threaded fingers with him, but started pulling him away into the
house with more force Jake thought he was capable of mustering. Maybe it
was time for the man to finally learn the lesson to not let kids eat too
much sugar, especially at night.

Well, at least he had a way for the boy to burn through all that extra
energy.

When they got to the door though, Trent seemed to remember he didn't
have a key, and looked at Jake expectantly.

The man chuckled at the boy's rush.

"What? You were so eager and now you have no way to get inside." He
teased.

"Come on! You know what I want." The kid rolled his eyes. He was
getting sassier by the day. It somehow turned Jake on even more, to know
they could banter a little.

"I don't know why you're so desperate." He said, as he made a show of
taking out his keys and unlocking the door. "After all, you said it
yourself. We have all night long. All weekend long if-"

He gets cut by the boy pushing the door open and then pulling him inside.
He hasn't even gotten inside yet before the boy is climbing him like a
tree and trying to plant their mouths together.

The boy is getting better at taking what he wants.

And, okay, maybe Jake isn't as strong as he thinks he is, because he
throws the keys away and grabs the child with both arms. By the time he
closes the door with his foot behind him, they're already furiously
kissing.

The kid is off the floor and into his arms as their tongues roughly brush
against each other, Trent trying his best to also force his little tongue
inside his man's mouth. Jake gets a handful of small ass as the boy
locks his legs around his hips, doing anything to keep the man as close
as possible.

The mechanic stumbles them across de hallway, bumping into a small table
where he sets his keys and then against a wall, against which he presses
Trent for a moment to have bigger leverage. It does the trick, because
the pressure of his weight on the boy turns him on enough so he starts
moving his crotch into the man. But when Trent threads his fingers
through his hair and pulls, a loud moan escapes him, higher pitched than
he thought it would, and he goes week in the knees; sending him backwards
into the living room.

He swirls around in the dark for a little, until his leg bumps on the
couch and he falls into it with an "oof", bringing his boy with him,
but shielding him from the impact with his body.

The kid takes this as an opportunity, since their kiss was broken, to
come up for air and to tear away his clothes. In the last few weeks, they
both discovered several interesting things about Trent together. The boy
was quite kinky, and he wouldn't say no to anything without trying it
first. But one of the things Jake loved the most was the fact that he
immediately loved being naked. He couldn't, at first, but now, whenever
he was in a safe space -- Jake's house, his own and sometimes the garage
-- he'd just strip down in the nude. If they didn't have to go out the
entire weekend, then he wouldn't wear anything the entire weekend. Jake
wasn't used to it, with the lack of privacy he had had to grow
accustomed to in the last few years, but he wouldn't let his boyfriend
alone, so he went with it. Now, they just didn't wear clothes at home
anymore, even around David.

Jake hadn't realized, but the kid had already ripped off his shoes
sometime during their make out session. Now, faster than a lightning
bolt, the boy pulled out the shirt over his head and got rid of his pants
and everything else. Standing there in all his glory, Jake didn't want
to miss the show that took his breath away every time. He pulled out his
phone and used an app to turn the lights of the room on.

Trent was, indeed, beautiful. In Jake's eyes, he was the personification
of perfection. The boy had milky white skin, so delicate and soft that
sometime Jake worried if he ran his rough, calloused fingers through it,
he might damage it. It was so delicious and tasty. There was no part of
Trent's body he hadn't memorized with his tongue by now.

"You're beautiful, baby." He told his boy, as his hands gently
caressed the boy's ankles.

Trent blushed, although not as violently as he did when Jake first
started flirting with him. The boy started taking it better when
complimented, when desired. In the beginning he was shy, like all the
boys, and didn't believe that he was truly beautiful. But, slowly, Jake
was pumping the confidence and self-esteem into him, so he'd believe he
was beautiful, he has worthy, he was loved.

The boy didn't know what to say, so he went on to work on Jake's
zipper.

An expert by now, he pulled the pants down enough to fish out his man's
cock and balls comfortably, but as fast as possible. Which means not even
taking time to shred layers of clothes. When the boy got horny, he had
only one thing on his mind, and nothing would stop him. He needed it, and
he needed it now.

He got his face close to his boyfriend throbbing, hairy, big and veinly
thick cock and inhaled deep. His heart was beating so loud in his ears
and in his chest, and he was so anxious to get down to business, however,
his man's odor calmed him, as it always did. It felt like home. Like
everything he ever dreamt of. There was no other explanation he could
come up with. He had his eyes closed as he rubbed his nose all over
Jake's cock, balls and pubic hair. Jake stared in awe as the love of his
live turned himself on even more, just with his smell. Thinking of this,
his cock throbbed hard, hitting his little boyfriend in the face.

Trent opened his eyes and smiled wickedly at him. There was mischief
dancing in his beautiful blue eyes.

The boy darted out his tongue and started licking. His little tongue ran
the base of his cock as the kid kept inhaling his musky smell. He had
showered before their date, but he knew he sweats a lot and has a strong
smell. The boy was addicted to it, and couldn't hide it. He licked the
balls and smelled them too, getting them wet right down to the taint.
There, Trent was able to start collecting the salty taste of pure man on
his tongue. He loved it too. He loved anything that came from Jake, in
any form. Even his stinky sweat made the kid's head spin.

He licked and licked and licked, getting everything down there wet. He
proceeded to sniff Jake's pubic hair, where he felt the smell was
stronger. He then proceeded to lap on it like an ice cream, gathering all
that precious, delicious juice for himself. He opened his eyes and looked
at Jake, he wanted to see if his man was watching him, which he was, of
course he was. Jake always watched intently everything Trent did,
especially when they were being intimate. The man was always at awe and
at a loss of words of how happy it made him that he was living this
reality, that he was living this love.

He was, after all, a simple man; he hadn't gone to school for anything.
So, sometimes he was afraid he wouldn't have the words to express
everything inside of him, and when he thought of Trent and the love they
shared, he felt like that.

Finally, keeping eye contact, the boy's small hand grabbed a hold of the
base of the man's cock and he gave a light suck on Jake's ball sack, to
then run his tongue under his cock all the way to the tip, dragging it as
slowly as he could just to torture the adult a little bit longer.

He has just a hint of darkness in his eyes as kisses the tip of Jake's
cock, suckling it just a little, to get that initial taste of pre-cum in
his mouth. Just a tease, just enough to keep him going. He then peels
back Jake's foreskin, finding Jake's huge head already glistening with
the liquid he has been leaking all night because of the boy. It also
smells strongly here, even more than anywhere else in his crotch perhaps,
but it's a different smell. It's not sweat. It's the sweet smell (and
taste) of Jake's arousal in it's purest state. With just a flick of
acrid, as we all never seem to get that last drop. But the mix makes the
taste even better, in Trent's opinion. He enthusiastically runs his
tongue all around the head, in the crevices underneath it, in the skin
that was hiding it. Colleting everything he can and making satisfied
little noises in his throat that are slowly making Jake go insane. At
last, he opens his little mouth and sucks on it.

All the air that was inside Jake's lungs escape him.

Trent is already small for his age. But then, Jake and everything about
Jake is so big that in comparison it makes the child seem even more
minuscule. Jake stood at 6'5", proudly, as the boy barely reached
3'11".

Trent's mouth covered half of Jake's gland and it already looked like
it was filled to the brim. Jake knew it wasn't the case, with the
experience they had now, but the vision excited him regardless, and his
dick throbbed and delivered a delicious fresh glob of pre-cum directly in
the boy's tongue. Trent moaned loudly, licking it frantically off of
Jake's piss slit.

Now, Jake knew he was way above average in the dick department. Even
during his time away, where usually you can find the biggest dicks in
America, he stood out in the crowd. Not only in size, because eight
inches is a true respectable size, but also in girth, with 6.5 inches.
The man was thick all around, keeping the wideness somewhat equal all
through the length, with a dick full of veins that pumped with excitement
when he was hard, giving extra friction feel. It was a heavy dick, meaty.
It had a slight curvature upwards that Jake knew he could use to his
advantage, either to reach the prostate, or to reach the depths of
someone's bowels to inject his seed. Jake was a lucky man. His
all-American genes had been kind to him. He was just glad he had all the
tools necessary to please a hungry boy such as his little love.

The boy went forward, taking more of the cock on his mouth. When they
started, Trent barely could fit the head inside. But sucking his
boyfriend's cock gave the boy so much pleasure, that he applied himself
with the patience and the disposition to learn. Of course Jake didn't
want the kid to push his limits too much and hurt himself, but there was
no stopping him. The boy kept practicing until he could control his gag
reflex and the flux of air through his nose. Then, he proceeded to learn
to let the cock pass into his throat. It helped that Jake was around to
feed him his cock four times at day or more.

Slowly, but surely, the kid sank the huge cock in his small, infantile
mouth. He kept eye contact with his boyfriend, even as the internal
pressure caused his eyes to tear up. Not even the tears running down his
cheeks were enough to stop the insatiable boy and he went all the way
until his nose touched Jake's pubes.

Jake used to think this would be impossible to achieve, but it just
happens that the human body is capable of enduring much more than we're
aware of, especially in kids, who are more flexible and capable of
healing faster. Now, he was living proof that with perseverance, anything
was possible. Including making his boyloving dreams come true.

Jake did nothing. He kept his hands at his sides and just let his little
love take advantage of his body, use him as just an object of pleasure,
if that's what he wanted. Trent slowly dragged his head up and down and
as Jake's cock, due to it's curvature, scrapped against the back of his
throat, coaxed more tears out of his eyes. Then half of Jake's cock
would enter the kid's larynx, which was tight and wet, lubed up with
natural mucus, scorching hot. And when the kid moaned, the vocal cords
vibrated deliciously against Jake's cockhead.

This was heaven.

If the boy tried to swallow, Jake could feel a milking sensation in his
cock, and he only moaned and tried to control himself. He didn't know
what to do with his hands, fighting the primal urge to grab and fuck.
That was never what he wanted. If Trent wanted to have his face fucked,
he'd signalize his man, and then he'd do it.

But, oh, what a sweet torture of being too much and at the same time, not
enough.

Trent kept up his rhythm of moving his head up and down on the shaft as
his throat adjusted to the invader and he focused all of his energy in
not letting his puking reflexes get the best of him.

What a beautiful sight it was. A nine year old boy impaling himself by
his own free will on the huge cock of his beefy forty-two year old
boyfriend.

Even after everything he went through, Jake couldn't resist pulling up
his phone and registering this moment. He took several photos and videos
as Trent picked up the pace. The boy never stopped looking into Jake's
eyes, even if the man got a little distracted. They both moaned as they
pleased, being carefree.

Jake quickly chose the pictures and videos he thought were better and
sent them to David with the message: "enjoying the night with the love
of my life". That would surely get the man aroused, if he wasn't yet.
However, David was extremely respectful of their relationship. He is
Trent's dad, but he'd never do anything with the boy without Jake's
consent. Nor Jake would ever deny him anything, if asked. But they both
knew, Jake was Trent's true daddy now, the true authority figure in his
life from now on, his owner, his alpha.

The man put the phone away as the kid sped up and down his cock. It took
all of his restraint not to thrust his hips up.

He decided he could at least caress his lover.

"You're perfect, baby. So perfect." He cleaned the tears on the kids
face with his thumbs, but there was no helping that as, soon enough, new
ones were falling down. The kid's chin and mouth became a mess of saliva
and throat fluids, as much as Jake's own crotch region, but he wouldn't
complain about such holy sin. He ran his fingers through the boy's soft
curly-at-the-tips hair and the boy vibrated around his dick. He wasn't
the only one who had a kink of having their hair pulled. For now, he was
content with just cherishing the boy. "Beautiful, perfect, and all mine.
Only mine."

"Only yours." The kid tried to say, obviously his voice wouldn't come
out. But it was enough for his man to understand. Their connection
didn't need words.

In this time, they learned they were both territorial and possessive.
Jake didn't like other men around Trent, nor even to think in the
possibility of sharing him with someone who wasn't David (maybe), and
Trent was even worse. Luckily, Jake didn't deal with many people in his
daily life, so by just going on like nothing had changed was enough to
avoid his boyfriend throwing a fit every day.

Finally, over half an hour after sucking his juicy cock, Trent has enough
momentum to fuck himself fast enough on in to ask for what he really
wants.

            He looks at his man and his eyes convey everything he needs:
please, please, fuck my mouth. Jake loved when the boy begged.

            With just one hand being enough to cover all of the kid's
scalp, he threads his fingers in the boy's hair, that has been getting
longer lately. He suspects it's because his little boyfriend love the
control pulling it gives Jake when he's fucking the boy's mouth. The
other hand goes on the back of the kid's head and, even if the kid was
prepared and waiting for it, he still gags and coughs out a mess when
Jake thrusts himself all the way inside his pretty little angel's face.

The man starts fairly slowly, dragging the boy's head up and down his
long shaft to lube it up good. But he quickly picks up speed and, for the
first time, Trent closes his eyes to allow himself to feel, to take it.

And, oh, how does the man goes to town on the kid. He pumps up good,
again and again, his powerful hips hitting the kid's face and throwing
his whole body up like a rag doll. The kid gags more, but he doesn't
give up, he doesn't tap out and asks to stop. He wants to give pleasure
to his man, to make him feel good, to give him everything he has and is,
body and soul.

Jake fucks and fucks, with abandon. But it's been a long night of
teasing, and the last time he seeded his little love was that morning,
before school. Way too long, if you ask him.

He lasts a little more than 10 minutes, and by the time he lets go, the
boy is writhing, his entire body convulsing with pleasure and with the
loss of oxygen. It's the first time Jake sees the boy orgasm only having
his mouth fucked and it only propels his sensations, his body jolting
with the shock that runs from the tips of his fingers to the hairs on his
neck.

He screams, this time guttural, as the climax of a series of sounds and
impales the boy all the way in his cock one last time, keeping him there
as the first ropes of cum are fed directly into the mouth of the boy's
stomach. He can see the boy's eyes rolling back as his dick inflates
even impossibly thicker, filling the boy up to the max. After two shots,
his arms lose strength and the boy pulls back.

As he goes up, he takes a gulp of air, without ever letting his
boyfriend's cock escape his mouth. Jake knows what he wants. He may like
to have his throat fucked, but more than anything, he wanted the taste of
the reward on his tongue.

Trying to recover the air and collect the huge cumshots that are still
hitting his tongue one after the other proves to be a hardest feat than
the boy imagined, as a mess escapes through his nose, but still, he
fights to keep all of the cum in his mouth, for his enjoyment alone.

One, two, three, four, five times more Jake hits the kid's palate with
his nectar. He's impossibly horny, has natural disposition and drinks a
lot of water. It's what allows him to give his boy so much of his
essence.

His dick stops jumping, but even then the kid doesn't let go of his
meat. He keeps flicking his tongue on the slit, trying to coax the last
drops out.

Trent moans deep in his throat, sloshing the cum around in his mouth and
making a spectacle out of it, tasting his man's seed like the world's
finest delicacy that it is.

"Does it taste good, baby?" He asks.

The boy replies with an enthusiastic nod and a "hm-hm" sound.

He can see his little boyfriend hasn't swallowed it yet, he still has a
mouthful.

"Let me see."

And surely, the boy carefully opens his mouth to not lose anything. Jake
just can't resist snapping one more picture to send to David.

After that one, the three dots appear and disappear several times in
their chat. If the man isn't balls deep into his own little boyfriend,
he's beating his meat to the photos for sure.

"Swallow it, baby." He commands.

The boy follows it, keeping eye contact.

"Good boy." He coos and the boy beams. He loves being praised after a
job well done.

In their post-coital bliss, Jake chooses to stay put and bask in it, as
Trent catches his man's cock back in his mouth and hollow his cheeks to
see if he can pull out anything else.

Jake's fingers find Trent's scalp and he fondles the boy for while,
letting him nurse on his cock even if it's oversensitive.

After a few minutes, Jake realizes his throat is dry. He pulls his little
love off his cock and the boy makes an indignant noise.

"Calm down, love. We're only moving to the bed." He says, and the boy
seems satisfied with the answer, because he darts upstairs to their
room.

Jake takes the opportunity to get off of his clothes. He then hits the
kitchen real quick, just to get a few bottles of water. He needed to keep
hydrated, and so did his boy. He was so eager to fuck, fuck, fuck; he
often forgot to drink water. If he could, he'd monopolize the man and
they'd stay in bed forever. He had to be an adult from time to time in
their relationship. But Trent never fought his authority.

When he gets to their bedroom, Trent is already on the bed, wiggling the
nozzle of bottle of lube inside his hole. Talk about being desperate.

"Hey, baby. What are you doing?" He says, raising an eyebrow, watching
amused from the door.

"I want it." The boy's voice comes out hoarse and used, barely there.


Jake knew that when a tiny child like that took dick in their throat like
he did, there would be consequences.

"Come on, love. Have something to drink first." He unscrews the bottle
of water and hands it to the boy.

Trent lets go of the bottle of lube hesitantly, and takes the water. Jake
places the rest of them on his nightstand and pulls the boy into his lap.
He was thirsty, because he sure as hell start chunking it down.

"Hey, hey. Small gulps, baby. You know the drill."

He did. After having his pipes so badly abused, Trent had to be careful
not to irritate even more his insides. He'd often need a few tablets of
anti-inflammatory meds before bed and a lot of water to recover. Lucky
for him, his boyfriend was the best caretaker of the world and wanted
only the best for him. Besides, he had a large meal he wanted to keep
down.

Only when the boy obliges, Jake allows himself to open his own bottle and
drink. He swallows it fast and then he watches his little love nibble on
the bottle of water like it is a nursing bottle. So cute.

"Feeling better?" He whispers, pulling a lock of hair that has fallen
in his baby's face away, when the boy finishes.

Trent nods, making a lovely sound. His eyes are so big and bright. Fuck,
Jake is so in love with this boy. He feels like he's gonna explode.

They kiss again, slow and sweet, this time. He knows what his boy needs.
He's gonna give it to him.

He pulls the boy with him as he rests on the headboard and finds a
comfortable position.

They keep passionately making out, as Jake lets his hands roam the little
boy's body.

Trent is horny and keeps rubbing his little dickie, that isn't even two
inches long yet, into the man's hairy abs. It brings him some relief,
the act of just doing something and the way the sweaty, slippery skin
scraps against his. The killer is how the hairs tickle and even hurt a
little when the boy pushes too hard. The little tyke is addicted to that
threshold between pleasure and pain already.

On the other hand, the man knows very well not to rush things. Yes, he
might've had his share of pleasure already, but still, he doesn't want
to simply fuck the boy. He wants to make love to the boy. To leave his
mark, to entangle the kid's DNA forever with his own, to get inside the
boy's skin and make it his home, to inhabit his heart and mind for every
day of his life from here on out.

The mechanic lets his hard, calloused hands roam free over the boy's
soft, delicate skin. Always with care, not to leave a bruise or a mark
when it was unnecessary.

He runs his fingers from the boy's inner thighs, through his perfect
globe cheeks, through the small of his back, the sides of his torso, the
back of his neck; until finally they lodge in the boy's hair, holding
his face so the man can shove his tongue more intently into the little
one's mouth. He beams as the boy's body gets ravaged with goosebumps
because of his act. Every inch of his skin already knows who he belongs
to.

He ends a deep tongue kiss with a peck, that soon enough becomes a series
of them, and then long, wet kisses as the man traces the lines of the
boy's jaw with his fervorous lips.

When he reaches into the crevice of the boy's neck, Trent gives a yelp
and erupts in laughter. They both know the boy is extremely ticklish.
Even the hairs in the man's arm could cause the boy to starts shrieking
uncontrollably. To avoid his escape, Jake turns them on the bed and pins
him down, without letting too much of his weight over the boy.

He then resumes his attack, tortuous, slow, over the boy's long milky
skin. He brings his tongue into play and traces the path between the
boy's moles, connecting them like a dot game. Maybe if he keeps it up
enough times, they'll find a new constellation. He tastes the heady and
incomparable savor of youth and boy out of Trent's skin like the
religious experience it is, taking on everything with his tongue, washing
him like he's in a cat bath, inhaling his aroma vehemently in each
breath, intoxicating, world shattering.

The boy goes from laughs to long moans in no time, as he angles his
little prick towards the side of his man's hip and thrusts up. Jake lets
a side smile escape. The boy is already good at it. Whoever had the luck
to lay with him in the future -- Jake hoped he'd be the only one --
would find an expert lover.

He goes lower, to the boy's chest. Here he can apply more pressure, and
suck the soft-barely-there muscle into his mouth. He'd take the boy to
the gym, teach him about sports and getting ripped but, for now, he was
perfect just the way he is. Jake doesn't hold back as he smears his lips
across the boy's chest, scrapping it against his beard. He loves to see
the skin there red and raw. He loves it when the boy moans so high,
feminine almost, when his rubs the tiny nipples on his rough facial hair.
He takes his sweet time making out with the boy's tits as he licks and
sucks all over.

Their size difference comes into play again, because when Jake opens his
mouth he can reach an entire peck at once. He concentrates on sucking
around the nipples, alternating them. He sucks hard and then lets go a
little, kissing and soothing the abused skin. Then, he nibbles the tip of
the boy's nipple in his front teeth, minding his force and twisting them
a little, getting more and more vocal responses from the boy. They're
monosyllabic "Oh", "Ah", "Ugh", "Yes" and the occasional dragged
out "Jakeeeeeeeeeeyyy", but they count.

He taunts the boy by repeating this process again and again, until the
boy's thrusts against his hip become erratic and his arms and legs start
threshing around. He knows the boy is close, so he doubles his efforts in
sucking the boy's nipples and after a few moments is rewarded as his
body goes stiff, legs trembling slightly, hands tightly grabbing Jake's
flesh wherever they can find and a long moan of his man's name escaping
his lips. He observes the process entranced, proud and satisfied.

Jake knew having his tits played with drives the boy crazy. And now he
knew the boy could cum just from it. He loves this boy. Trent was made
for him. Trent was his.

When the boy's body goes lax in his arms, Jake stops the torture. He
lets go of the poor boy's abused chest and looks at his masterpiece.
There was no hiding it -- it was going to bruise. But kids recover fast,
and no one would be seeing it. He made a mental note to be more careful
next time, but he just couldn't hold himself back when he heard the
beautiful sounds of pleasure his baby made.

He lifted the boy's arms and inhaled. Trent had just recently started
using deodorant, because he wanted to be like the men in his life. But he
knew his boyfriend enjoyed more his natural scent, so he didn't put
anything on tonight. And after two orgasms, he had that intoxicating boy
smell on him that accentuated Jake's love for him and made the man's
dick throb.

He lapped on and on, on both pits, enjoying and cataloguing the boy's
different tastes, but all perfect.

Trent had his eyes closed just a moment ago, riding the last of his
orgasmic wave, but now his eyes were alert again and focused on his man.


"I love you." He says.

Jake looks into his eyes, towering over him and just stares for a few
seconds. They just stay there, breathing the same air.

"I love you more."

"I wanna marry you." The boy says, and it takes Jake by surprise.

"I'm already yours. But, I guess if you want to make it official, we
could make a ceremony-"

"I want a ring. Want everyone to know I'm yours." Trent cuts him, his
tone has a degree of certainty to it Jake has never seen before.

"Oh, baby. We can't-" The man tries to argue.

"Yes, we can. We'll do it. We'll find a way. No one can stop us."

Of course Jake knows better, but he decides not to get into it at the
moment. This is supposed to be their romantic night. Besides, he knew the
boy was clever enough to come up with a way to fool the entire society
around them about the nature of their relationship. Maybe if he just
started wearing rings on a daily basis, one more on his ring finger would
not stand out in school.

Jake kisses Trent's cheek sweetly, and nods. But the boy, apparently,
hasn't had enough of the subject yet.

"I'll be your boywife. I'll come back home to you every day and we'll
talk about out days, and we'll take care of each other and we'll make
love. That's all I want."

Jake looks at the boy wide eyed. He had no idea the boy knew that term,
of the meaning of it. Maybe he learned it from David, but the man doubted
it. He was, indeed, a smart boy. He must've been researching about their
kind of love. And although the play on gender roles in this concept made
Jake want to go deeper into discussion, his urgent hard erection demanded
attention.

"Okay." He agrees.

The boy is satisfied with this answer, because he nods and smiles. And
it's so beautiful and bright that Jake just has to kiss him again. They
make out a little more, as the boy recharges for a next round. And he's
the one who pushes Jake's head down when he deems convenient.

This time, the man worships the boy's belly. It obviously still has baby
fat in it. It's not completely flat, but by no means Trent is
overweight. It's just enough to give him delicious love handles and some
meat for his man to cherish.

Jake kisses all the skin exposed to him adoringly. Just like his little
boyfriend does for him, he keeps looking at the boy's eyes as he goes
down, down, down.

He drags his tongue excessively slow down each of what one day no doubt
would be the boy's V lines. When he gets to the hips, he just has to
bite the juicy flesh on the boy's sides, ripping away the breath on his
lungs.

The man thrives on the strong smell of boy sweat in the crotch. Dear God,
it turns him on so much.

He mouths at it with fervor, turning everything into a wet mess.

Obviously, the process rises the little 1 ¾ incher back to life.

Jake, however, takes his time. He kisses all around purposefully avoiding
the boy's missile. When he does give the hard prick some attention,
it's a few sucks to wet it a little, because he proceeds to rub it all
against his beard. It scratches the boy, but he never complains. And it
leaves Jake's beard with the best smell in the world, that he can't
just feel in his nostrils all day long, if he doesn't shower after they
have sex.

His big hands find their nest in the boy's sweet tender thighs,
massaging them lovingly as he feasts on the boy. After many protests from
his little love, the man finally, finally starts licking the small
hard-on and balls. Trent has such a small dickie that a single tongue-ful
can cover all of his precious jewels in one go.

Jake's soft spot has always been boy's small dicks. It was his downfall
before, but now its his reward. He lavishes on the flesh in his mouth,
sucking and rolling his tongue around the small organ that can't even
reach the roof of his mouth.

He sucks and sucks, eyes closed, enjoying the taste and feel, getting
lost in it. Trent watches him intently, getting more and more turned on
by the vision of his lover enjoying his body. The boy knows the effect he
has on his man, but it always does the trick to send him in a spiral
every single time he sees it again.

The man's index finger rides up on his own, finding that impossible
source of heat way up the boy's happy path of wonders. Soon others
follow. When Jake touches the love-hole, he begins a sensual, slow
massage of it too, moving his fingertips all around the rim and over the
edge, with just enough pressure to tease, but not enough to breach.

Trent moans loudly and longingly at the double stimulation.

Before he was introduced to assplay, having his dickie sucked seemed to
be the world's biggest revelation. The boy had never had any sensation
remotely close to it. But now, everything else dimmed in comparison, like
staring at the sun too long. Everything the boy ever wanted, all the
time, everything the boy dreamed of day and night was to be filled with
his man's love. He thought about it in school, watching a movie with his
dad, or when out and about. No sensation ever compared to it. No feeling
could replace it. The boy was an ass-boy, natural. He was born for this.


And Jake didn't even have to be doing anything for the boy to be sated
on his dick. He didn't even need to fuck the boy. Just having the dick
inside him, hard, hot and throbbing was enough. Most days, when Jake
picked his little boyfriend from school, the kid sat on his dick on the
way home, just to have the feeling of his emptiness filled. He was a
dream come true for any boylover, and he was all Jake's.

Of course, there was no such thing as jumping in the water and not
getting wet, so every time Jake entered him, it ended up with a good old
pounding, or sometimes a slow dragged poking. But always a happy ending.
He was able to hold out, like that time Mateo was invited for a playdate
and when his dad, Carlos, came to pick the boy up, they begged he stayed
with them just for a movie. Devilishly, the boy threw a blanket over
their bodies and pulled his man's dick out, doing his best not to let
the unknowing man in the other couch realize what they were doing. And
because Trent was pure aphrodisiac for Jake, the man somehow managed to
keep it hard inside the boy the entire time. Potential public exposition
was also a turn on for him. Since then, Jake has been experimenting with
the boy and public places, seeing what they could and couldn't get away
with.

The boy's hole had some lube in it already, which Jake smeared around
the opening with his thick fingers. He kept sucking the boy when just the
tip of his index went it.

By now, Jake was an expert in boy's bodies, especially Trent, and could
find prostates in no time. When he did, he also kept the slow rhythm of
the massage there. The boy moaned more and more with each action.

He wished he could taste the boy. There was nothing better than the taste
of a boy's ass juices on a boylover's tongue. However, there was
already a considerate amount of lube on the boy's love channel. They
only used silicone-based lube, since there would never need to be a
condom between them -- and Jake doubted Trent would ever allow one, he
liked to be filled with his man's love juice too much for that. Jake
hated getting it in his mouth, so he always rimmed the boy before lubing
him up. That choice was taken for him today. They were together for only
a small amount of time; the boy's body wasn't so used to his dick as
he'd like. He dreamed of the day he'd be able to fuck the boy only on
his spit.

A second finger slipped into the boy and his hands found the man's hair
again. He started moving his hips up and down, to find the man's tongue
and fingers at the same time. Jake knew the boy was building up to the
inevitable.

To be loving and gentle, he started scissoring the boy, feeling the
muscles give way to his intrusion. Two of his fingers together were
already a huge stretch for a child's anus, but what came next was even
bigger. Luckily, the last few weeks had Trent building up enough
experience and resistance to endure anything. The man wondered if they
kept this pace, what else they'd be able to accomplish. A second dick?
His fist? The possibilities were endless.

Deciding to take pity on the boy that was writhing more and more, the man
angled his fingers just right and, as he sucked the little dickie with
all the pressure he could muster, started hitting the small button inside
the boy head-on.

Trent went haywire.

Jake's tongue was nervously assaulting his tiny length, the man's lips
running it up and down. And the calloused fingers of his strong man
boyfriend were treating his prostate like the X button on that quick
event on your usual videogame. With the difference Jake knew to alternate
it with circular rubs often enough.

The child's body went rigid, a high-pitched moan escaping his lips.

Jake savored the jumping of the cocklet in his mouth, at the same time
the hole on his fingers crushed them. He loved it. Loved every second of
it. The only best possible sensation was when that hole strangled his
dick instead.

Like the consideration his lover showed for him, Jake kept his efforts as
his little love rode his orgasm. What marveled Jake about pre-pubescent
boys was their capacity to cum several times, one time after the other.
Like women, but much better.

The boy's body goes lax once more in the aftermath of his orgasm, and
Jake takes this opportunity to mold the boy into where he wants him. He
finds the lube in the middle of the covers and wets his length, that has
been begging for attention. He gives himself a few thirst-quenching
strokes. He doesn't forget to renew the application in the boy's hole,
because lube is an asshole's best friend, especially one as small as a
boy's. He's generous with it. He doesn't need to save up, and he
isn't scared of "too slippery", because there was never too slippery.
But there was uncomfortable and hurt, mostly for the recipient, and
that's never what Jake intended.

He raises the boy's legs until his knees touch his shoulders. This makes
Trent open his eyes and focus on his man again. He knew what was coming.


The man's eyes softened as he locked eyes with his baby. He feels his
chest fill with love. Trent smiles at him, just waiting for it to happen.
As if it is his duty, as if he was born to belong to this man. Which
probably he was.

Trent is too weak to hold his own legs up, but Jake is big enough to hold
both his ankles with just one hand and with the other, he takes his cock
by the base and direct it towards the boy's love-channel. It is wet and
ready, winking and waiting for him.

The man teases himself by rubbing the tip along the rim, to drag out the
experience. The 9-year-old boy, addicted to ass action at this point,
emits the first sound in his throat. He just can't hold himself back and
Jake loves it. He doesn't want his boy to be trimmed by this world, to
just fit in in the way it was expected of him. He should be free; he
should take what he wanted, and he deserved to live all the experiences
he needed. All boys deserve to be loved by a man, but Jake can make sure
this one is loved the right way, and he takes this job with the biggest
seriousness.

He's eager to feel the constricting heat of his baby, but he's in love
and would never do anything to hurt the boy. He knows Trent is just a
9-year-old boy, small for his age and, although they had been getting
more and more acquainted with anal sex in the last two weeks, the boy's
body still needed time to adjust and comprehension of what it could and
couldn't do. Jake was absolutely the right person. If they were not
soulmates, if their existence wasn't proof enough, Jake didn't know
what else it could be.

Slowly, the man pressed on his cock into the boy, paying attention to
each one of his expressions. He watched in awe as the emotions splashed
in the boy's face, at the same time as his cock was ingulfed in heaven.
It caused discomfort, for sure, but Trent would endure anything for his
love, and it showed. However, after a few weeks and being an avid
learner, he knew how to relax, how to let go of the nervousness, how to
trust his man completely, to surrender entirely, body and soul. He
trusted Jake and knew his boyfriend wouldn't pass his breaking point.

Therefore, the couple stared into each other's eyes and listened to each
other's moans of pleasure. There was no sound more sublime to Jake than
the small noises that erupted from deep within Trent's throat, guttural,
unfiltered. He was cataloguing each one in his mind, putting them in
categories: the fast high-pitched scream when he went to hard or hit too
deep too sudden, the drawn out long `eeeehhh' he let out when the
throbbing veins brushed against his walls for the first time, the
disappointed sound he emitted when Jake pulled out, just to start it all
over again...

Of course, he began slowly. It was sweet torture, but it was worth it.
Inch by inch, he felt himself dive into the wet tight heat of his boy,
enjoying the sensation and giving time for the boy to get used to the
invasion.

It still left him dumbfounded how such a small creature could endure so
much. But, whenever Jake looked into Trent's eyes when they were mating,
he could see: it was something way deeper than the laws of physics that
ruled this universe. It was something transcendental, something
primordial to the very fabric of reality itself. Their love, their
connection trumped anything on their way. Trent knew he was only full
with his man, and the man knew he was only complete because of the boy.
It was simple. Men and boys way before our time discovered this truth
once, we just forgot about it. We let the opinions of others cloud our
judgement and poison our streets. Now, we have to hide. It wasn't always
like that. It doesn't have to be always like that.

The man watched intently as each emotion raced across the boy's face:
anxiety, surprise, discomfort, astonishment, pain, resignation, relief
and, at last, the void. It was what Jake called, in his mind, the state
behind the boy's eyes when he reached the deepest spot inside of him.
His eyes were always open, pupils dilated, and continuously focused on
his man. However, Jake could see that in that moment, and in many others
during their coupling, the boy seemed to transcend. It was like he just
went somewhere else entirely. He felt this way sometimes too, when he
came. But he supposed it ought to feel different for a boy. Nevertheless,
it was a religious experience for both of them, and no one could tell
him, not in a million years, that what they did was wrong.

His slow, slow, oh-so-slow trusts bring the tenacity back to Trent's
eyes little by little. He's hard as steel, desperate to get off, but
he's already in heaven. There's no need to rush and risk hurting his
little love.

As the boy comes back to himself, he raises his arms and Jake gets the
message: he adjusts his little prince in the pillows, to raise his
height, shifts their position a little, opens the boy's legs and, with
his member safely stashed all the way inside the boy's love channel,
dives to take the mouth of his lover.

Their kiss starts soft, almost virginal, but as Jake slowly builds a
rhythm into Trent, it's like the boy is being filled with life force
once again. He jolts back into action inside the mouth of his man, tongue
fighting for space, for air, for more.

It doesn't take more than five minutes for the boy to grow completely
accustomed to the giant piece of meat inside him, and in that time, both
of them are already losing moans in each other's mouths.

Jake's massive and hairy body has both of them losing body heat in no
time. The AC is on, but it's still Florida, and the man is big and
hairy. Both of them get sweaty fast, making the dragging movements of
their skins even filthier, and the sound of hips slapping on hips
unmistakable.

The man's powerful hips pick up speed and intent, driving the member
inside the boy faster and stronger, and the boy coos at his man's
trusts. Trent tangles his fingers on Jake's hair and pulls him down
towards himself, like he wants to melt them into each other, to become
one. Their kisses are desperate, passionate, horny. It's the most
beautiful orchestra nature could've mustered.

When the pace is up enough for the man to feel all of the pleasure of the
purpose of driving himself into the velvety paradise of a boy, he also
feels the way Trent responds to his actions, portraying force, intent and
pleasure. He knows his lover is ready to give back to him. So, he
encircles the boy's torso in his strong arms and pulls him up, towards a
sitting position.

It takes a second for the boy to find balance and air in the new
position, but his body already knows on instinct what it's supposed to
do: his legs find their way besides Jake's hips and flex, taking on his
body weight, trembling. To help his boy, Jake's large hands travel to
the boy's hips, to support him. After a few trying jumps, a smile creeps
its way to the boy's face and Jake knows the boy has found the position
that touches him in the right spot. From then on out, he just relaxes. He
pulls a pillow beneath his head, lays down onto it and just lets the boy
ride.

And what a beautiful rider he is.

Here, in this moment, with his beautiful soft hair bobbing all around,
his eyes closed in enjoyment, the boy seems like a wild creature, totally
given to his pleasure and most basic and natural instincts, impaled in
the cock of his man, relishing in the stroking sensation of the member
inside of him, but most of all, of the connection they share in this
moment and in all others.

The boy's hands find their way to his man's broad chest, treading the
fingers in the hairs there, to give himself balance, but not enough to
pull and hurt. Not that Jake would mind a little pain, if it was the
price to pay for the revelation he was being awarded.

The moans of Jake's name that leave the boy's mouth like a prayer start
to become spaced, stuttered, and that's how he knows the boy is coming
closer to the edge. He can feel himself going towards the breaking point
too, but the difference in age between them shows, as the man has way
less stamina than the boy for multiple orgasms.

The culmination builds and builds inside the boy, until it explodes
mid-stroke and the man can feel the sensations of the full body climax as
the kid's entire body shudders and shivers, his eyes move on their own
inside the eyelids, and the boy's hole constricts in waves, effectively
milking the man's cock while it sinks down to the bottom, to accommodate
the entire shaft because gravity commands it to. He almost cums right
there too, if he could cum again so soon, just by marveling in the
sensations his little prince gives him and the state of complete bliss he
reads in the boy's body and soul.

Like the gentle lover that he is, he embraces the boy into his chest once
more, without disengaging them, soothing with caresses through his hair,
neck, back, ass and thighs. He lets the boy ride the waves and the
aftershocks, and just waits. He doesn't need to take anything in return,
even if the boy is pliant in his arms. His only objective is to be a
source of knowledge and pleasure for the boy. He wants the boy to trust
and love him, and to see him as the source of all of it. He wants to be a
living dildo for this kid, if that's what Trent wants. Just there, to
ensure maximum pleasure, even if he gets nothing in return -- and, let's
be honest, he does get all he could ever need.

"Are you back with me already?" He asks, a couple minutes after he
feels the boy calm down against him. Orgasms take a lot on young boys,
multiple ones can tire them out enough to send them straight to deep
sleep. He would like to continue their session, but if Trent was just too
tired, he'd respect it. Consent was always Jake's number 1 priority.

"I'm..." The boy responds, muffled in his chest.

"Think you've got one more in you?" Jake smiles at him and the boy
raises his face to look at his man. He has a tired smile on, and his eyes
are drooping already, but he shakes his head in affirmation regardless.

Young kids do have a lot of energy, but even so, it had a limit. However,
there was nothing in this world Trent would deny his boyfriend. Whatever
he needed, whatever he wanted, he would do.

"Good. Turn around for me." Jake asks.

The boy takes a deep breath and pushes himself up on his trembling arms
again. The cock, halfway out of him, sinks all the way inside of him
again and takes away his breath. He tests the movement of his limbs, and
then, reluctantly, pulls himself out of his man's cock.

The eight-inch tool immediately hits the man's hard stomach, glistening
in the good lighting of the room, throbbing in excitement and surprise of
the cooler AC air. There was never one time in which Jake's cock wasn't
fully hard for his boy. That mesmerized the boy. There was no more proof
of love Trent needed from his man.

They had enough intimacy at this point to know which positions they liked
and were most comfortable. Trent turned around, already knowing what his
lover needed of him. He cleared his hair away from his eyes, it was
already getting glued to his sweaty temples, and took his man's cock by
the thick base, putting it in position of a torpedo, ready to invade his
lowering ass over it.

"Wait a minute, baby." Jake stops him and shuffles quickly with the
sheets. He finds the bottle of lube and applies a new, generous layer to
his cock and to the boy's beautiful puffed out angry red hole. "There
you go, love."

He lightly slaps the boy's ass and he gets the message. He finishes the
movement and touches the hole to the tip of the cock, and then slides
down. Trent moans, half in relief and half in discomfort of being invaded
again. It doesn't matter, because he braves through it to please his man
and just because of that, the sound is sweet music to Jake's ears.

"You're always so good to me, baby." The man coos. He knows the boy
craves and thrives in affirmation and adoration. And his part was to give
it all to him.

The boy sinks all the way down, until the man's pubes get glued to the
mess of sweat and dripped lube in his tiny ass. Jake watches the scene,
his favorite view in the whole world, and he can't avoid the involuntary
throbs his cock gives inside the boy, stealing more moans out of him.

Trent adjusts a little, getting used to the dick inside him in the new
angle, wiggling his butt around to get more comfortable. Besides, he
knows how much Jake likes both the visual effect and the feel of him
`dancing' on his lap like that.

"Uh, baby, just like that." And like expected, when the boy glances
back, he can see his man lost in pleasure, closing his eyes and giving
himself to the sensation.

Surely, in no time, Jake's possessive hands come to claim the boy's
hips again, and together they work on the up and down movements necessary
for their perfect coupling.

With no other support for his upper body, Trent dips forward a little and
rests his hands a little below Jake's knees. However, this movement
gives him enough leverage -- and his knees enough relief -- to jump up
and down on the massive cock with renewed intention.

As for Jake, he has in front of his eyes the image he always had of
paradise: his big, thick, veiny dick being assaulted by the small ass of
a boy. A willing, in love with him, boy.

The feeling of love tightens in his chest and for an instant there the
man thinks it might be too much. But then, Trent keeps riding and riding,
and his balls are fuller by the second, and he comes back to the reality.


He wants to enjoy this night, like any romantic night they have, so he
wants to drag it out for as long as he can. Besides, he wants to force
out of the boy all of the orgasms he can possibly produce. He wants to
constantly break his personal record. He wants to last. So, he pulls his
hands out of the boy's hips and lets him control the rhythm of the fuck
on his own. Jake places his hands behind his head and just enjoys his
view.

Without the man's support, Trent faulters a little in giving it as fast
and deep as Jake would need to cum immediately, but he knows,
instinctively, that if the man wanted to cum right away, he wouldn't
have done it. They rarely need words to communicate what they needed or
wanted during sex these days. Their dirty talk was part of it, but not to
control it. They didn't need a guide.

So Trent focuses on sliding up and down on the shaft, concentrating on
rotating his hips to make it hit different spots inside his boypussy, all
of which made his skin jump with goosebumps and his insides feel warm and
full. Needless to say, his dickie couldn't go down, with the constant
pressure on his prostate and the eventual hit it'd take. The boy
breathed easy and content with their love. Sure enough, if he kept that
up, he'd cum again, but the sensation wasn't as urgent as before. He
could wait. He could enjoy the best feeling he's ever had: of belonging
to his man.

            Jake is, as men usually are, lost and dumb in lust as he
watches and watches.

            He'll be done when Trent realizes how easy it is to
manipulate him.

            They stay there, joined at the height of all heights of human
experiences, and it's like time stands still. There's nothing else but
the sweet feeling of wet, tight heat for the man and throbbing, hard and
big for the boy. The sounds of slap, slap, slap of flash against sweaty
flesh echo across the walls, feeding the disbelief and the sensation of
belonging inside the couple. Their moans, unfiltered and unworried,
egging the other on and on.

            Jake loses track of time over how long their love takes. But
he's sliding in and out of his boy like the kid is used to it already,
no more pain or discomfort. Although, he can feel his little love losing
rhythm, his knees starting to shake with so much effort. The man takes
the opportunity to relieve both of them, considering he's getting close
too, but trying to hold out just for the sake of dragging out their
pleasure for longer.

            "Come here, baby." The man stops the boy by holding him at
his love handles and the movement ceases.

            Jake brings him back, sinking all of his length inside the
boy and keeps him seated in his lap for a second. He enjoys the feeling
for three beats of his heart, and then he's up, pulling the boy around
with him like he weighs nothing -- and, in reality, for the big, strong
man, manhandling the child is no effort at all. His powerful thighs
barely flex as they support the boy's body, and he envelops his little
chest with an arm for support, but Trent moans anyway because the
movement of the hard cock inside him is too much, for a moment.

            "Shhhh, baby, I've got you." Jake stands still as he pulls
the covers and sets the pillows once again to make their next position
better.

            Then, he moves them a little to the side in the bed, to angle
their faces just right against the full mirror he has on his closet door.


            At last, he delicately places the boy on the pillows, his
little butt angled up to better access. Slowly, so slowly not to hurt
him, he lets his body weight over the boy, to cover him with his body,
and his love. Of course, he holds the bigger part of himself in one arm,
but nevertheless, feeling the man's weight on top of him has the effect
it always has: it drags out a long, delicious, unmistakable moan out of
the depths of the boy.

            Jake's other hand finds its way to thread the fingers in the
boy's hair, and he raises the boy's head so their eyes can meet in the
mirror.

            "Look at yourself, baby. So beautiful for me, so perfect."
The man says, and then he gives the first thrust.

            "Uhhhhh" Is the only response the boy is capable of giving.
He loses the ability to be verbal after some time of pounding, which only
dazzles his man boyfriend even more.

Finally, he goes to town on the kid's ass, but keeps holding the boy's
head, because the assault seems to drain all of Trent's forces. The boy
just opens for him, surrenders to him, gives himself to his man in the
most complete sense.

Jake can't hold his tongue and lets out a stream of non-coherent
flatteries and love vows. When he's not doing so, he shoves his huge
tongue inside the boy's mouth, and Trent just takes it, like a good boy.


Jake pounds, and pounds, and pounds.

He can't control himself, he needs to touch his boy, to own and claim
him everywhere. So he changes the angle of his body a bit, and his hand
that's supporting his body weight, dives beneath the boy's belly,
reaching for the prize. The boy keens as more of his man's presence
forces him into the mattress. However, as his hand searches for the
little pleasure stick of the boy, while the man drives himself again and
again into the kid's tiny frame, his large hand feels the area on the
boy's lower abdomen that goes protuberant every time he thrusts.

He loses himself in disbelief for just a moment. He knew he was too big
for a kid to take, logically, he knew. But the way they seemed to fit
together like puzzle pieces made Jake forget, somehow, of the
discrepancies in their anatomies. Now, it comes all crashing back down on
him, as he can clearly feel that his dick is distending the boy's belly
so much...

Almost like...

Then, like a flash of light, he remembers something Trent said earlier...

"I'm gonna impregnate you, baby."

The boy emits a stranded sound, like a broken meow.

"Gonna fill you up, fill you up good with my babies. Is that what you
want, to be my boywife, isn't it?"

The boy whines, thin, feminine sound coming with a lot of struggle from
deep withing him, an instinct stronger than any social norms.

Jake enrolls his long hand to cover the bump in the boy's belly and his
fingers to fondle the boy's little cocklet that, with a little
imagination, could be called a clit. If that's something they're both
into. Jake doubts the boy would even know what that is. Maybe they'll
need to have a conversation about these themes later.

What is only natural happens. His balls draw closer and closer to his
body, producing the boy-loving nectar of a true man. Their long, romantic
session pays off because the juxtaposition of tight wet heat and friction
on his very sensitive veins send light waves of pleasure shocks all
through his dick, making it vibrate with excitement and despair. He knows
he's gonna give his boy a big, big load because of all the building up
they had done; but still, when it comes rushing through his urethra,
scorching hot it even burns, if his mind wasn't going completely blank,
Jake would be worried about how the boy's little bowels would be able to
accommodate so much cum.

The ringing in his ears explode, as he watches in the mirror the boy's
tiny body disappear beneath him, feels it engulf him fully, his
expression so serene, so transcendent. So peaceful. Most likely, he
doesn't even know his name anymore, but he knows this is his purpose in
life. This is who he's meant to be. And what throws Jake back most of
all is the boy's capacity of, at his climax, still remain with all of
his innocent qualities. He looks exactly like he is: an innocent, heart
of gold, boy.

There's nothing but the image in front of his eyes and the calm, numb
sensation that takes hold of his mind, body and soul and he lets go and
unloads inside of his boy. The ecstasy takes them both at the same time,
because Jake's brain registers, at the peripheral of the sensation of
his fingers teasing the little boy cock that the organ trembles and, if
the boy had more space, he'd be thrashing around, no doubt spending
himself in another orgasm. The man's masculine moment of pleasure was
all the edge the boy needed. He came with his lover, deeply joined with
him, becoming one.

He rests his head against his lover, letting himself go for a moment.
Then, he recovers and recoils the body weight from over the body, afraid
he might hurt the fragile creature he loves, and leaves kisses on his
temple, cheek, anywhere he can reach, really.

They vent out for a while, trying to get back to this astroplane. Their
sweaty skins rasping against each other, as they just inhale and exhale
in each other's orbit.

Jake couldn't measure how long they bask in the afterglow. All he knows
is that his dick goes half-mast inside the boy, and his respiration finds
a calm rhythm. For the first time, he feels the exertion of the days'
activities catch up to him, and yawns. He could fall asleep just like
that, if he wasn't worried he might hurt Trent.

After a while, he moves back, intending to arrange them better in the
bed, get a little cleaning done before calling it a night. However, he's
interrupted by tiny fingers enclosing his hairy forearm.

"Don't. Don't take it out."

"Baby..."

"Please." The boy begs.

Jake can't deny him.

He envelops the boy's body with delicate fingers, careful not to
disengage them, as the boy requested. He never knew the feeling, but he
can put himself in the boy's shoes, as the deep void takes over when
you're left by your man.

Carefully, he rearranges them in the bed, placing their heads in the soft
pillows in the headboard. He extends his right arm for the boy to rest
his head against, because the difference in their sizes calls for
adjustments when sleeping together, especially like this.

"At least have some water for me." He asks, and the boy nods,
agreeing.

He maneuvers his body just enough to get a bottle of water, open it, and
hold it to the boy's lips. He doesn't have to remind the boy to drink
slowly, Trent just sips contently.

Jake watches with his heart overflowing, as the boy downs half the
bottle, and then he pushes it aside. He feels content with it, and drinks
the rest. The boy just nudges himself against Jake's chest, ready to
sleep.

The man then reaches for his phone and turns off the lights. He pulls a
thinner sheet over their bodies, it's Florida after all, and closes his
eyes.

However, after a feel minutes, Trent already snoring softly against him,
Jake just can't fall asleep.

He ends up staring at the ceiling, thinking about all that he went
through. Forty-two years old and just now it feels like he's starting
his life.

For as long as he could remember, Jake knew he was different. He heard
about queers and the danger of sin in the sermons of several pastors in
his backswamp town in nowhere, Arkansas. He never felt, growing up,
completely like one, however. So, he didn't feel attacked as others did.
It was only when he started reaching puberty and then after it that he
realized his gaze went naturally after boys. Not boys his age, but truly
young boys.

It is hard enough for teenagers to hold back their sexual intentions as
is, but growing up socially awkward and isolated in rural USA made things
worse for poor young Jake. At 16, he engaged in some illicit activities
with a 7 year old boy from a neighbor farm and was, as teenagers often
are, careless enough to be found by none other than his own father.
Hence, he living on his own ever since: the man swore he'd never want to
see his sinner son ever again.

Slowly, taking a lot of blows from life, Jake was able to get a job and a
place to stay, and avoid drugs and dark alleys in a somewhat big city at
the other side of the state. He made some friends, however, always
keeping the most natural part of himself guarded from everybody. He went
out, tried dating, tried fucking, but nothing worked much for him; so he
found relief, like so many men before him, at the bottom of a bottle of
scotch.

He lived in a humble part of town, with a lot of low-income families, and
that's where his next tragedy took place: there was a neighbor -- it
always seems to be a neighbor with him -, a single mother. She showed
interest in him at first, but after several passes, she got the message
and they fell into the just friends category -- although Jake felt she
was never truly satisfied with it, and deep down expected something more.
But, he was a lonely man, and she had a beautiful 11 year old son. Blonde
hair, green eyes, the figure of innocence that was the doom of any
boylover.

Being a gentleman as always, Jake took his time. He fairly could say that
he seduced the boy as much as the boy seduced him. Nonetheless, a
scorched woman was never to be underestimated and, realizing how much
closer him and her son had gotten, she took the right conclusions and
caught them in the act. With the cops at her heels. And Jake with his
mouth on her boy's penis.

There goes Jake to state prison. And to the sex offender registry.

He never had many friends, and in prison it was even harder to make them.
It was made worse because the majority of people there were in for drug
trafficking or murder, but no one wanted to touch a child molester with a
ten feet pole. He had to sleep in a different area than other inmates,
just to not be murdered in his sleep, and yet, with an eye open. There,
he met one or two other men like him, but both of them were in for doing
it with little girls, and both of them with the use of force. So, Jake
couldn't relate to them. And couldn't trust them. But, gossip ran fast
inside bars, mostly because of the guards that loved to pitch inmates
against each other to pass the time. So he ended up having to tighten up
with those guys for survival reasons.

He did work while he was in, kept his head down. Took some time off of
his sentence. Honestly, he just lived his days in there like he went
about them when he was out -- just with less dignity, alcohol and with a
lot more immediate threat to his life. Luckily, he was able to keep some
balance with his physical presence, keeping in shape to command some
respect and make the guys think twice before trying anything funny with
him.

After some years, people seem to forget about you, in prison, and they
focus on the new meat on the market. When he reached the five year mark,
Jake could breathe a little easier, he knew how things worked and knew
although it was as far from ideal as possible, it was not the end of the
world.

When he was released, there was nothing else for him anywhere. The boy he
once loved was a man now. His family never looked for him, although he
knew they must know what happened to him. So he just... went. He started
walking, town to town, finding small jobs he could muster and depending
on the goodness of others. It was hard, now as a sex offender, to find
the places he could and couldn't be in, at first. He would be arrested
on sight again if ever caught near a school, no questions asked. But,
with his background as a mechanic, he didn't need to reach those areas
and he wasn't the predatory type.

Once again starting over from nothing, he found jobs with cars here and
there, that eventually took him down to Florida, where he finally had
enough saved to apply for a house and a place to rent and call it a
garage. And the rest is history: new man in the neighborhood, catches the
eye of a cute boy, and vice-versa. Tale as old as time.

Now, he could say he went all the way with a boy. Strangely, if asked,
he'd say he only felt he lost his virginity with Trent. All the other
times that came before were either cut-off or wrong.

But looking at their brand new relationship, Jake couldn't possibly
understand how someone would see it as wrong. It was healthy, healthier
than any role model he ever had in life, than any he ever saw. It hurt no
one. It was mutually beneficial. And it was based on love, pure, true,
love. How could someone ever say their way of love was wrong? Jake just
couldn't get it.

Trent made Jake have hope again. He wanted to enjoy this new feeling of
fulfillment he just started experiencing, but he also hoped others could
get the chance to feel it too. Without the fear of being discovered, of
being judged, of being punished. It made him dream of a world that,
someday, people like him would just decide they've had enough, that they
had nothing else to lose, that they needed to fight for their dignity,
for their lives. Black people and lgbtq+ people did it and do it every
day. Why can't people like Jake organize and do the same, he wonders, in
nights like these.

With thoughts of a better, utopic world he could help create in mind,
Jake is finally able to fall asleep.

It's not until a few hours later, when he wakes up again, at the brink
of dawn. His dick is full and throbbing inside wonderful heat that seems
to be in his dreams, but the sensation carries to reality, and he
realizes he's still inside his boy. His bladder demands attention, but
when Trent gives a content hip trust in his sleep and sighs, all the need
to pee is supplanted by another one. And the man is only so strong. He
rocks gently into his boy until he wakes up, impaled on the cock of his
man, and they make love with the sun rises over the city, for another
beautiful day.



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Final Notes: As I've said before, this story is based on another one by
another author. Obviously, it's a work of fiction and nothing depicted
within it should be taken into consideration as reality. And, of course,
if its illegal or dangerous for you to be accessing this kind of content,
please don't. Don't put yourself at risk just to get your rocks off.
Think with the right head.

My contact is in the head of the story, but if you need a reminder, you
can e-mail me at cuckadoodle101@protonmail.com. I'd love to hear from
people what they think of this little attempt at writing. Please be kind,
it's my first work and English is not my first language.

Last, but not least, I'd also like to dedicate this story to the great
masters that came before me and inspire me everyday with their art.
Obviously, shouts to David that created these characters and scenario,
but also to the iconic Ganymede, to the ever so gentle Beautiful Creamer,
to Niko Corte, k1, Caden, Mac, shutup_nz and many many others who've
touched me or excited me with their words along the years. This is as
much as my work as it is yours, and it's our job to keep on inspiring
young artists to bring more and more stories to the light of day.

To all that followed all the way down here, thank you so much! I hope
you've had a great time.