Date: Mon, 29 Jul 2002 18:36:34 -0700 (PDT) From: No Label Subject: Donny Chapter 11 This is a work of fiction and while the activities mentioned in this story do happen (not as much as I like, sigh), they occurred between the two characters only in my imagination (damn). It is also possible that the subject matter of sexual interaction between an adult and a youth is against the law where you live so read at your own risk. Please send comments, critisisms, ideas to the author at zero78245@yahoo.com. All comments, suggestions, or just conversation will be welcomed. How do you say thank you to someone who has given me so much support and encouragement except thanks, Alienist. I sincerely hope all turns out well. DONNY Chapter 10 "Donny, please. Stop for a moment." I have to handle this very delicately or we may have a repeat of this weekend. "Can I ask you a question?" Donny stopped pulling on my dick, stood up straight, and turned around to face me. His hardness pointed at me to take the floor. "Yes. I will tell you anything." And I believe he would right now, in his attempt to get me to love him the way he thinks love is done. It is time to get the idea that raw sex is all that love entails out of his head. "When you did this with your father did it feel good...to you? Did it give you a lot of pleasure? Was it something you wanted to do, or felt you had to do to please your father?" Donny looked at me, and you could almost see the wheels turning in his head. I think he was trying to figure out what I wanted to hear so he would know how to answer. It was so quiet that I could hear his breathing. "Well..." Donny started. I pulled two chairs out from the table and turned them to face each other. "Let's sit down and talk about this." When we sat our knees were touching. Donny's stiffness remained, but I could feel mine softening. I also felt like I was starting to regain control of events. "Okay Donny. Can you answer my questions? One at a time. Did it feel good to you when your father shoved his dick up your butt?" "N, n, no. It always hurt when he first put it in. And later, when it was over, my butt usually hurt too much to sit for a while. But I didn't mind." he added quickly. "At least he was nicer to me for a while after...usually." "Uh huh. Did his dick moving in and out of your butt feel good to you? Make you feel pleasure?" "Uh, I don't know. It hurt mostly, then I would kinda forget about it and think about swimming. That made it feel better. But if he hit me, like in the side or the head like he sometimes did, then I would think about winning, and then it wouldn't hurt so bad." I noticed Donny's dick began deflating rapidly, and knew that he was reliving some of that pain. But it was too late to stop this now. I had to get to him, to get him to realize this was not love. "Okay. When this happened who started it, you or your dad?" "He did usually. But after a while I knew when he would want to do it. When he dick got hard he would just pull it out, and I would just drop whatever I was wearing and bend over, cause I knew if I didn't he would hit me and rip my clothes off." I didn't know if I would be strong enough to continue this. My stomach was getting more and more twisted, visualizing in my mind the fiendish activities that were carried out on this boy. "So when you see me hard you think I want to do that too?" "Well, yeah." "Do you really want me to do that? Do you really want me to shove my dick up your butt? To hit you? To hurt you?" "Yeah. I want you to love me. And isn't that what you want, what all men want, when their dick gets hard? To stick it in the nearest hole? You know, get your rocks off?" I sighed as I realized just how warped Donny's concept of how the adult male handled his sexual desires had become because of the actions of his father. But how can I show him the softness, the pleasure, the beauty of love without molesting him myself? He needs, no, deserves, a shot at a normal childhood. Or at least what was left of it. "Donny, love is supposed to go both ways. Both are supposed to feel good about it. Otherwise it is rape, nothing more and nothing less, rape." Again the wheels started grinding in Donny's head as he tried to come to grips with what I said. I reached out and took his hands in mine, leaned forward, and stared into his eyes. "Donny, can I show you what love means to me? What kind of love I want from you?" Donny slowly nodded, a somewhat pensive look on his face. "O, o, o, okay." I lifted his left hand in my right to my lips for a kiss, then slid it around my neck. Then I did the same with his right. I slowed moved my hands down his arms, caressing lightly with my fingers. At his shoulders my fingers dug a little deeper into his flesh in a massaging motion. After a moment or two I slowly moved my hands down his chest, reaching for his nipples with my thumbs. When they found their prize, they circled around making those two small nubs pop out of his skin. Shivers ran through Donny's body, and his eyes narrowed to slits. I heard his sharp intake of breath, but no exhale so I leaned in closer. "Breathe" I softly whispered. "Relax, I won't hurt you." Donny's eyes flew open, and a sheepish grin covered his face. "Sorry. That felt good. Is that love?" "There's much more." I opened my arms. "Come here." Donny fairly jumped from the chair to my lap, his arms still around my neck. I pulled him in close and squeezed, hoping not to crack any ribs. Not to worry. If I had done any damage, Donny was reciprocating by trying to separate my head from my neck. "This is one of the best parts of love." I got out through clenched teeth, and squeezed tighter. Impossible, but Donny found some more pressure also. We held each other for a minute longer, then as I eased up, Donny followed suit. "And here is another of the best parts." I took Donny's face in my hands, and soft as a feather, put my lips to his. No tongue, I didn't want to get into that with him. At least, not yet. But I got my desired affect. A contented moaned escaped Donny's lips, and as I backed away from the kiss, a smile dreamily appeared. "You like?" I smiled at him. He grinned and vigorously nodded, "I like. Oh yeah, I like." Then he laid his head on my shoulder. "Good, because I like it too. Really like." Donny snuggled deeper into my lap, and I could almost hear him purr. Then he wriggled his butt a little, reminding me (and another part of me) that I had the cutest boy in the world sitting on my lap maked as a jaybird. The thin fabric of my shorts did nothing to suppress the rapidly rising male appendage and it was soon poking my cherub's bottom. "Oh," Donny giggled. "What do we do about that?" And his dick sprang to life. "If you don't stop squirming, 'we' won't have to do anything. It will go off all by itself. But that has brought up another item we need to talk about." "What, you have another one?" a sly grin crossing his face. "Ah hem. No. Anyway, did your father ever do anything for you?" I saw that I lost him there as his brow furrowed and his head cocked to the side. "What do you mean? He brought me food, and clothes, and stuff like that." "No, what I mean is when he was getting his jollies in your butt, did he do anything to you, to make you feel good." Donny looked at me like I was nuts. "Yeah, he pulled out when he was finished." Time to put on my teenaged big brother hat. "Ah, hah. So he never did this." With that I wrapped my hand around his four incher and squeezed. "Oooh. No, he never touched me there. But don't stop. That's feels good." "Or this." And I pulled gently on his cock, rubbing my thumb over the head. Donny leaned back against my chest and spread his legs, giving me complete access. "Mmmm." "You like?" "Oh yeah, I like." "Have you ever done this to yourself? Played with it? Jerked off?" "This is what jerking off feels like? Wow, the way they talk about it in school I thought it was something bad. You know, dumb, something that nobody would do." "Boys who say they don't do this are mostly liars, or they haven't discovered it for themselves yet. Here, you take your cock just like I was holding it and gently pull on it." "Why can't you do it?" "This is something you need to learn for your own pleasure. Here, sit in your chair. Watch what I do, and try it yourself." I gave Donny a little push over to the other chair and he reluctantly sat on it. I then stood and quickly doffed my own shorts, freeing my six shooter from its cramped prison. I sat again facing Donny with my legs splayed out over his and fisted my manhood. I slowly began the age old motion every man learns that will relieve his frustration and tension. Donny watched every move like his life depended on what he learned in the next few minutes. Then he began to mimic me on his own hot rod. A look of wonder moved across his face as the feelings caused by the manipulation brought new and exciting feelings to his body. I could tell the Donny was closing in on the ultimate moment, his eyes becoming unfocused and breathing becoming short and fast. "I gotta pee." "No you don't. Keep going, don't stop. You're almost there." Donny's stroke speeded up, and his legs straightened out in front, toes curling under in the classic pose of male orgasm. "Nhhhh, nhhhh, nhhhh." A thin stream of clear boy juice shot from his hole up to the middle of his chest. His body became so stiff that his butt was completely off the chair, only his neck and legs touching the wood. His eyes looked like two thin cuts belows his brows. Watching Donny's first experience caused my excitement level to peak more quickly than normal, and I fired my load up onto my chest and belly. When I opened my eyes Donny was staring at the long trail of white cum down my body. "Wow." was all he said as he basked in the afterglow of post orgasmic bliss. Being a little more experienced, I recovered more quickly, and grabbed my shorts to use as a cum rag. I wiped Donny off first, then cleaned myself. "So, you think you like that?" "Yeah. That was fantastic. Can we do it again?" "You probably can, but I think I would have to wait a while. Anyway, that is how a man relieves his sexual energy when he can't have sex. Pretty neat, huh?" "Yeah. When can we do it again?" Guardian hat back on. "I think from now on this should be a more private activity. You can do this whenever you want when you are alone and get the urge. I think most boys do it in the morning after they wake up and at night before they go to sleep. Morning showers are also very popular because the soap is a convenient lubrication." "Huh?" "Makes it slippery and fun. And doesn't rub off the skin." "Oh. How come your stuff was white and mine wasn't?" "You are just starting puberty, where your body changes from that of a boy to that of a man. Your cum will thicken up and turn white soon, and you will produce more each time you shoot." "Oh. So when can we do it together again? That was fun." "Masturbation, or jerking off, is usually done by yourself in private. Boys sometimes do it together when they are your age, as experimentation, but I don't think you and I will be doing it together again. I just wanted to show you how it was done so you can feel the pleasure yourself." "Is that how my dad felt when he stuck it in my butt?" "For the most part. All orgasms feel real good, and make you feel warm and soft inside. It is just a matter of how much stimulation is done before the orgasm hits that can affect how pleasurable it can be. But now it is time for you to finish your shower so you can get to school. You're going to be late as is." "Oh, Tom. Do I have to?" "Yes. Scoot." Donny retreated to the bathroom to finish his morning preparations, and I hit my room to grab some clothes. Can't drive Donny to school naked, can I? And he has already missed the bus. TBC...