Date: Sat, 12 Feb 2000 01:50:50 GMT From: Joe Camp Subject: Gaykid14 Gaykid14 Codes: M/T (anal, oral) By: Joe Camp idc90@hotmail.com Warning: The following story is a work of fiction. It is a fantasy. It never happened, except in the author's imagination. This story contains sex between a man and teen boy. The author does not encourage or condone sex between adults and children. If you are underage, or this is illegal where you are, you already know what your supposed to do. If this kind of story turns you off, find something else. If you lied about your age in order to access this story, remember this is only a story. Real life doesn't always work out like a story. Fiction and Real Life: This story is all fiction. The characters in this story engage in unprotected sex. That's not real life if you want to live to old age. The characters are a product of my imagination, and can't catch anything unless I want them to. Any resemblance of characters to an actual person is purely coincidental. The author retains the copyright of this story. Placing this story on a web site without the authors permission is a violation of that copyright. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Gaykid14 The miles were clicking away under the tires of my car, as I sped down the highway at 85 miles an hour. I let my mind wander back as to why I was rushing 400 miles from home on 15 minutes notice. Was it fate that made me answer that post on the gay bulletin board? I can still see it as if it was just minutes ago, yet that happened almost two years ago. "Need Older Pen Pal," and it was signed "Gaykid14." I opened the message and it said, "Gay small town kid just turned 14 wants older gay pen pals to talk with about life and stuff." I sent him an e-mail that just said, "Hi, Gaykid14, My name is Justin. I'm gay, 50 years-old, and I would like to be your pen pal, if you don't think I'm too old for you." It was the next day before I got a nice reply from him. It just said his name was Jason, and he assured me he would like to be pen pals. We started writing each other almost every day. It didn't take me long to know he was still a virgin, but that he knows he is gay. At first, his letters were full of the insecurities and loneliness of a gay kid growing up alone in a small conservative town. I tried to reassure him he wasn't alone. I tried to tell him that a lot of kids his age weren't interested in relationships like that, yet. I told Jason that the law of averages says there had to be other gays in his school. It didn't help. He just couldn't take the chance and come out of the closet. I can't say I blamed him. He did tell me that having me to talk to made him feel not quite so alone. I knew he was writing to other people too, but as time went by, I knew that for one reason or another, he stopped writing them. It was only a month or so, before it was just me and him. Mostly, the guys that had answered his post, just wanted to have cyber-sex with him. He wasn't ready for that and it scared him a little. Oh, yeah, we kidded around about sex. Nothing very graphic, just hints of what we were thinking or would like to do. He would write me that he had exercised Mr. Stiffy while thinking about me, but he didn't go into detail. I would describe to him, how I thought he looked, the color of tee shirt he had on, and the hot looking pants he was wearing. Then I would tell him he was so hot looking that I had to go jack off. Our notes to each other were mostly about everyday stuff. For me, what was going on at work, or something I was doing to my house. For him, what happened at school and at home. Yeah, I watched a kid growing up in his e-mails. If he was having a problem with homework, he would ask me to explain it. It wasn't long before I had given him my phone number, and if he was stuck on a problem, he would call me collect. We don't talk on the phone much. Just about his homework. Otherwise, we write an e- mail. It wasn't long before he started calling me Pops. I didn't mind, and I told him that was OK, as long as it was an incestuous relationship. He got a real laugh out of that, and it wasn't long before I started calling him Son. I guess I do feel as protective of him as if he were my son. I guess I felt in some ways as a real father must fell. When something would happen that hurt him, I hurt just as bad. When he scored the winning goal for his team, everyone I know, knew about it. It took him two months before he admitted his parents are alcoholics and that he has it pretty rough at home. He told me I was more of a friend, but also a father to him. More so than his real father is. I could tell by reading between the lines, what Jason wrote me about his parents, that they did love him and cared about him. They just had too many problems of their own, and couldn't show or express that love to Jason. I tried to tell him, but he couldn't accept it. Yeah, that is why was speeding down the highway, hoping no cops caught me. Jason was in trouble. Yeah, we have known each other for almost 2 years. I know what he thinks and how he reacts. I know his likes and his dislikes. I know him almost as well as I know myself. I knew he was still a virgin, and a good kid. I just didn't know what he looked like. I had an idea in my head, but it was wrong. Early on, we had decided not to exchange photos or to meet. I think at first, Jason was afraid of me finding him, or afraid I might ask for photo of him nude. As long as we stayed anonymous, we could be totally truthful with each other. Later, we just decided we wanted to keep it that way. We were comfortable with the way things were. We enjoyed joking around about having sex with each other, and were afraid of spoiling that. I admitted I loved jacking off to the image I had of him in my mind. He admitted that he had a picture in his mind of me as he jacked off. So, yeah, we know everything there is to know about each other, except for what we looked like. It doesn't seem possible that this could still be Saturday. Was it just this morning Jason called? When I first answered the phone, it took me a minute to know who it was. He was so upset I didn't recognize his voice. He had to start over twice before I could understand what had happened. Last night he had gotten into an argument with his father. He had admitted he is gay, and his father had called him a, "fucking queer fag." Jason had retorted, "Yeah, and who made me that way? Just look at yourself! Maybe if I had a man for a father, I wouldn't be this way." Apparently, Jason's dad sit drinking all night long. When Jason had gotten up this morning, his dad had started slapping him around, telling him, "You can't talk to me that way. I'll beat the queer out of you." Jason had broken away from him, and ran from the house. He found a phone and called me. So, there I was, doing 85 miles an hour, on my way to Jason. Yeah, I was scared. Jason had been talking of killing himself when he had called. I got him to promise not to do anything until I got there. He gave me his word. Yeah, I was scared. I still didn't know what to tell him that would be a help. At first, I had thought to fly. It had only taken me one phone call to find out that I couldn't get on a plane for 7 hours, and then I would land a little over 100 miles from Jason. I can be there faster by driving. The edge of the small town Jason lives in came into sight. I pulled into the little mom and pop convenience store to ask directions to the park where Jason had said he would meet me. They gave me the directions and it was easy to find. Anyplace in town would be easy to find. I don't think there could be more than 2000 population. I parked the car at the edge of the park, and got out. I only saw one boy sitting on the grass by himself. I figured that must be Jason. He spotted me as I started towards him, and he stood up waiting for me. He was about 5 feet 9 inches tall. A good solid build. Lite honey brown hair cut short in what my barber calls a medium taper. A round face that looked like it should be breaking out into a smile, even though I could see the sadness on it. Clear brown eyes that reminded me of a doe. A butt anyone would kill for. He looked nothing like what I had imagined, but he was a boy any gay would stop and take a second look at any day. I was only a few feet away when he tentatively but hopefully asked, "Pops?" I opened my arms to him and we were wrapped in each others hug. "Thanks for coming, Pops. I don't know what to do." We sat on the grass talking a long time. Trying to decide what it would be best for Jason to do. "I can't stay here anymore, Pops," he told me. "I can't take anymore. It's driving me crazy." We decided Jason would have to come live with me. Now, the only problem was how to get his parents to agree. I told Jason I would talk to his father. I asked where his house was and he pointed across the street. "That's dad there," he said as he pointed to a man sitting on a porch watching us. He was dressed in pants and undershirt, and had his feet propped up on the porch rail as he sipped a beer. I headed across the street to talk to him as Jason stayed where he was. As I started up the steps of the house, the man asked, "You one of them queers too? You been fucking my boy?" "No, Jason is a virgin. He has never had sex of any kind with anybody." I informed him. "Yes, I'm gay too, but we are just friends. I have never seen him until just now. We are just Internet friends." I had talked with his father a few minutes before I realized his mother was listening to us just inside the screen door. At first, his father said no. He wouldn't allow Jason to live with me. I told him that I thought Jason would run away at the first chance he got. I asked him if he wouldn't rather know he was safe with me than out in the world on his own. His mother spoke up and said, "Let him go." His father just nodded. They agreed to sign the papers my lawyer would send them to make me Jason's guardian. I stood and waved to Jason to come over. He was quickly by my side. He made short work of getting his clothes and things as his mother hoovered around sniffling about, "My baby's leaving." We quickly headed out of town, this time going no faster than the speed limit. It wasn't until we had gone about 50 miles that Jason started to relax. We stopped at the first big city for gas and a bite to eat. As we were walking from the parking lot into the restaurant, Jason slipped his arm around me and giving me a little squeeze said, "Thanks, Pops. I don't know how I can ever repay you." I slipped my arm around his shoulders and told him, "Just grow up to be happy and a good man." "I can't help but to do that, with a Pops like you," he replied. I had to smile. We quickly finished eating and were soon back on the road home. My watch said 10:35 pm as I pulled into the driveway. What a day! We carried Jason's stuff inside and just dumped it. I had already decided that my one bedroom house would be too small for us. Jason needs his own room. I'll just have to buy another house. We can manage for a while though. Jason can sleep on the couch. I told Jason to make himself at home, because he was now home. He stuck his head in the kitchen, and headed right for the refrigerator. Just like a kid. He checked out what was inside before getting an apple to munch on. He quickly checked out the bathroom, and then my bedroom. "Which side of the bed do I get," he asked. "Uh .... I thought you would rather sleep on the couch until we can get another place." I told him. "Not when there is a big nice bed," he replied, as he bounced on the bed to check it out. "You don't mind my sleeping with you do you," he asked. What could I say? I'm an adult, I told myself. I can control myself. Just think of him as a son, Justin. He's not someone you can have sex with. He is just a son. Just your kid. "No," I replied. "I don't mind at all. You can have that side." "Great," he said. "You coming to bed now?" "In a minute," I replied, "I have to lock the door and turn off the lights." Jason was undressed and in bed by the time I returned to the bedroom. Just like a kid, his clothes were strewn on the floor. I picked up his pants and straightened them before folding them over the arm of the chair. I picked up his shirt, and I tried not to let it bother me when I saw his boxers on the floor. OK, I told myself. He likes to sleep naked. That will make it harder, but I can handle it. I picked them up and laid them with his pants, as he lay there grinning at me. I slipped of my shirt and pants, neatly putting them on the chair beside Jason's. I left my underwear on and flipped off the overhead light, leaving only the lamp. I slid into bed beside Jason. No sooner than I had gotten settled and ready to turn off the lamp, than Jason slid against me as he lifted my arm around himself. Oh, Lord. I can't take him lying against me like that. He started kissing my chest. "Jason, I .... " "Yes we can," he interrupted. "You're my son now, Jason." "No, you're my Pops, but you're not my dad. Besides, you said we could have an incestuous relationship," he reminded me. I gave a long groan as I felt his hard cock against my thigh, and his hand wrapped around my hard-on. He gave a few gentle squeezes and I moaned, before he rose to his knees. He slipped down my underwear, and I didn't resist. My underwear was dropped to the floor as he nudged my legs open. He got between my wide spread legs and settled onto his haunches. The vision of loveliness lite by the soft light of the lamp, was breathtaking. Jason's hand wrapped around my dick, and he gave it a squeeze before moving his hand upward. Downward he pushed the skin of my shaft, before bending over and giving the head of my dick a lick. Yeah, Jason knew every button to push. He has been reading and dreaming about gay sex ever since he got on the Internet when he was 12. His silky tongue worked lower, and he had my nuts jumping at his touch. By the time he placed the last kiss on my nuts, they were as tight against me as they could get. His tongue went lower still and touched that sensitive spot between my ass and my nuts. I couldn't stop the shiver that ran through me. He grinned up at me, and I knew he was enjoying it as much as I was. One more tongue bath of my dick's head as he licked up my pre- cum, before my cock started disappearing into his mouth. Lower his head went as more and more of my cock disappeared. He set up a slow up and down bobbing on my dick. I couldn't take it. I had to start fucking into his mouth. The fast grunts were coming from deep inside me as I bucked faster and faster. I tried to warn Jason I was about to cum. The pleasure spreading throughout my body was more than I could stand. I didn't know if he was ready to take my cum in his mouth. Hell, I didn't even know he was ready for sex. Harder he sucked and my nuts exploded. I'm sure anyone walking past the house, could hear my long groan of relief as I pumped my cum into Jason's hot mouth. Not a drop escaped him as he swallowed every shot I gave up. He stayed hunched over, his mouth gently sucking on my softening dick, as I recovered from the intense climax he had given me. His finger was gently probing my ass. Yeah, I was pretty sure what he wanted. Jason hadn't gotten off yet, and I am sure now; he has made up his mind. He is ready to try everything. I reached for the lube I keep in the night stand by the bed. The grin on his face as I handed it to Jason was priceless. Yeah, he's ready. He squeezed a daub of lube onto his finger and held it up asking, "Is that enough?" I just nodded my head as he started working it up my chute. I slicked his dick as I watched the emotions fill his face. How can I describe it? The anticipation? The longings? Yes, maybe even a little fear. I realized I was the first to ever touch Jason that way. His face showed intense concentration as I lifted my legs to my chest. He scooted up to where the head of his dick just touched my opening. Yeah, he knows what to do. He gave me a quick glance and I smiled at him. He gave me a nervous little smile before he returned his attention to his dick. Slowly he pushed in. The head of his cock gently slipped past my muscle, and he grinned. He checked my expression once more to make sure everything was alright, before the concentration returned to his face. Slowly he pushed on in. "Oh, Pops!" he moaned. "Oh, it's so good." Jason was whimpering as he started fucking me. I knew he couldn't last. He was too tense. Too full of emotion. He hadn't taken but about 9 or 10 strokes when he tensed. "Ohmigod! Oh...! Oh, Poooooops!" he groaned as his hot cum splattered into me. He strained against me as his dick throbbed over and over inside me. I pulled him to my lips, and we had a long kiss as he recovered. It didn't take long for his tongue to ask to be let into my mouth. I just lay enjoying the feel of his probing tongue, still with a hint of the taste of my cum on it. Jason broke our kiss, and flopped onto his back beside me. I watched him as the adrenalin kicked in. He was just staring at the ceiling, with a self-satisfied grin on his face. He raised up on his elbows and turned his head to me smiling. "That was just totally awesome," he stated. "Did I do good, Pops," he asked. "You did really good, Son." I assured him, "You were awesome," I told him as I placed a kiss on his forehead. His face beamed with self-satisfied pride. My glance traveled down his beautiful naked body. His dick was once more standing up hard and proud. Christ, I thought to myself, can't this kid ever get enough? "Go wash up, and we'll see if we can't do something to make that thing relax for a little while," I told him. Jason bounced off the bed and bounced all the way to the bathroom. He wasn't gone long, but he was still bouncing as he came back to our bed. I got him straddled across my chest, to where his swollen dark purple dick-head was at my lips. There was a string of clear pre- cum oozing from the slit, and I lay my tongue under it and let it gather, before licking up the stream and tasting the pre-cum. Jason gave a contented sigh as my tongue traveled across his swollen glans. I used my lips to gently nibble at the hard inflamed ridge of that beautiful dick-head. "Oh, Pops," Jason moaned, "do it more. Please, more." I fulfilled his request to his satisfaction, before he started feeding me his dick. He moaned. Gently he started fucking into my mouth. Gently at first, but soon faster and faster. He had to brace himself with his hands on the headboard of our bed. Faster his hips bucked his dick into me. Harder and louder came his grunts as he strove to reach that special place. "Oh, Pops, Ohhhhhh," he moaned as he tensed and started filling my mouth with that special juice from his plump nuts. I savored the taste of his sweet creamy cum before swallowing it down. Jason snuggled into my arms, and lay his head on my shoulder. His hand caressed my cheek as he told me, "Thanks, Pops. I love you, Justin. I want you to pop my cherry, but tomorrow. I'm too tired now." He was asleep in my arms. I lay holding Jason as he slept, looking down at this beautiful naked kid in my arms. I smiled as I brushed the hair out of his eyes. He moved in his sleep, as he snuggled closer to me. I lay thinking of all the things we would have to do Monday. We would have to get Jason enrolled in school. We would have to contact my lawyer and get the paperwork started. I was overcome with awe over the responsibilities I now faced. I have a son. Something I thought I would never have. I'm 50 years-old. I don't know how to be a dad. I'm his Pops, his gay daddy, I reminded myself. Yes, he is my son now, but my gay son. My young almost 16 year-old lover. As he reminded me, I'm not his dad, I'm his Pops. His older lover. I'm going to burst his cherry tomorrow. Yes, he wants me to do it. He is ready to do it. I want to do it for him. Yeah, there are a lot of things we need to take care of Monday, but tomorrow is Sunday. The time to discover the thrills and pleasures our bodies can bring each other. The time to teach my young lover. The time to let his youth and excitement make me young once again. "Goodnight my sweet, Jason. Sleep well, Son." Comments to: idc90@hotmail.com I answer all e-mails so if you should write and not get an answer, I didn't get it. Hotmail sometimes gets overloaded and loses mail. Please try again. Thanks for reading Joe Camp 2000