Date: Sun, 07 Mar 2021 22:55:27 +0000
From: Vance Von Jungsburg <vereinington@protonmail.com>
Subject: Gemini Jones (Gay/Adult-Youth)

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GEMINI JONES

by Vance Von Jungsburg

I woke early, just as dawn began radiating its faint blue light through
the bedroom window. I'd had a fitful sleep, waking several times to make
sure the boy was still lying beside me. It was an attempt to confirm that
last night had actually happened; that it wasn't just a dream-induced
fabrication.

I checked again. Gemini was lying on his stomach next to me, naked. His
head of long, curly golden hair was facing away from me, but I could see
his uncovered back rise and fall with his breathing. The tan skin of his
shoulders descended to the valley of his lower back and then rose again
as it approached the two globes of his bottom. The bed sheet covered most
of his lower body, but a thin line of untanned skin peeked out above the
sheet and formed a light stripe where it met the bronzed skin on the
small of his back.

"This perfect boy," I thought to myself. Part of my restless sleep had
involved a dream in which I was trying to sew together a diver's wetsuit
as a birthday present for Gemini. But the pieces of neoprene I was trying
to form into the wetsuit kept falling apart as the boy's thirteenth
birthday approached. I was relieved when I woke up and realized it wasn't
real.

My eyes fixed on the narrow strip of white skin peeking out from under
the sheet just above Gemini's ass. I peeled back the sheet, making an
effort not to disturb the boy. The creamy mounds of his small buttocks
formed two perfect hills atop his narrow mid-section, contrasting with
the sun-toned skin of his back and lower legs.

"My cock was up that ass last night!" I thought to myself. I felt my
heart jump. I was a 33 year old gay guy and until eight hours ago had
never fucked anyone. My sexual inclinations leaned toward the mouth and
cock, but Gemini had been insistent. That a 12-year-old introduced me to
an act I had consciously avoided spoke to the power of his hold on me.
The feel of my hard member deep inside the warm, slithery depths of the
boy's body had forged a connection like no other sexual act I'd
experienced; at that moment our flesh had fused into one being.

Overcome with that memory, I put my hand on Gemini's bottom and felt the
warm, smooth skin of his backside. Gemini stirred, then turned his head
to face me. He eyed me through sleepy lids, then a small smile appeared
on his lips. He began a slow and faint humping motion then increased his
intensity and tempo until he was grinding his pelvis into the mattress.
My hand remained on his ass, savoring the rise and fall of his
mid-section.

After a few seconds Gemini stopped humping and relaxed his body. He
rolled onto his side to face me and my hand went to his hip.  Gemini's
cock was hard.

"The perfect cock," I thought to myself. Rigid and straight, it was a
little longer than my index finger but bigger around. A fine smattering
of almost imperceptible hairs crowned the root of his penis, signalling
that he had the ability to ejaculate. And ejaculate he had last night -
twice.

I thought back to the first time I'd laid eyes on Gemini.

***

The boy was skateboarding toward me on the Balboa Boardwalk in late May.
From a distance it was easy to see he was an unusual looking and
attractive kid. Long golden curls fell past his ears and neck like a
1970s rock star, and his skinny arms and legs didn't hide his sinewy
musculature. The boy was wearing a white tank top, mustard colored shorts
and black and white Converse all-stars, but what stood out to me were the
terry-cloth sweatbands on each wrist which bore the colorful stripes of
the rainbow.

After the young skater passed me on my left I turned to watch him recede,
mostly to make sure I had actually seen what I thought I saw, but also to
catch a glimpse of his backside. I wasn't disappointed on either account.
Those were, in fact, pride wrist-bands, and his ass, was in fact, shapely
and enticing. I was overcome with a sudden urge to turn around and chase
the boy, but knew better.

On a Sunday around noon, a couple weeks after spotting "rainbow wristband
boy," I was at the liquor store buying a 12-pack of Modelo Especial, the
favorite beer of my chef friend Rick, who was coming over that afternoon
to make duck ravioli and risotto. I was at the checkout counter when I
heard an unfamiliar voice behind me.

"Are you gonna drink that all by yourself or were you planning on
sharing?" I turned around to say something good-natured and cheeky when I
saw it was wrist-band boy.  My face went red and I forgot what I was
going to say.

Ronnie, the liquor store clerk, jumped in. "Gemini, stop with that."

That gave me enough time to recover and think of a rejoinder. "I'm gonna
drink it all by myself. And I'll be back in an hour for more." In truth,
I didn't drink - the beer was for Rick.

The boy smiled, revealing a set of teeth that looked too white and too
perfect. "Alcohol. The cause and solution for all life's problems," he
said.

That surprised and charmed me, causing a genuine laugh. I hadn't expected
that kind of wit from a kid this young.  How old was he, anyway? 11? 12?
I told Ronnie to charge the boy's purchase to my account and left the
store.

On my walk back to my house I couldn't get the boy out of my mind.
Gemini. His name was Gemini. He'd had on red board shorts and a yellow
t-shirt with a funny graphic: a sunglass-wearing hot dog reclining on a
sunchair with the caption "Laid Back."  The yellow of his t-shirt matched
the yellow stripe on his multi-colored sweatbands.  What was up with
those? I wondered. Did he even know that they were the symbol of gay
pride? Part of me hoped he was gay and proud, though I knew it was
wishful thinking.

In early May I want into the liquor store to pay my March tab. Ronnie
printed out the receipt and handed it to me.

"$411 dollars! Why is it so high this month?" I asked.

"It's all the stuff you let Gemini charge," Ronnie explained. "He's in
here every day, sometimes twice, buying those snacks and sodas. You
oughta know that. I mean, he's your nephew."

I paid up and told Ronnie that Gemini was cut off as of that day. I was a
little angry and a little impressed. The kid's devious plan was crafty.

Two days later I was riding my beach cruiser down the boardwalk when I
saw Gemini skating toward me. As he neared me our eyes met and I saw a
flash of recognition. He looked like he wanted to flee, but he knew he
was busted.

We both slowed down and came to a stop a few feet apart.

"Beer man!" Gemini said with enthusiasm.

"Nephew!" I greeted him with faux congeniality.

Gemini positioned himself in a half-coiled stance, as if he was preparing
to bolt should things get out of hand.

"Hey," I said, "That wasn't cool using my account at Bal Harbor. Your
charges added up to almost $300."

"That much?" The kid seemed surprised by the number.

"Yeah, Mountain Dew and Ho Hos add up if you buy them every day," I said.

"Ding Dongs," Gemini said.

I was confused. "Huh?"

"Ding Dongs," Gemini said. "I like Ding Dongs, not Ho Hos."

At that moment I wished I'd been recording the kid on my phone. I could
have spent hours watching an endless loop of Gemini saying "I like Ding
Dongs, not Ho Hos."

Instead, I suggested he figure out a way to pay me back, or I could take
it up with his parents.

"My mom doesn't have any money," Gemini said. "I don't know where my dad
is."

Normally I might have let the whole thing drop, figuring I'd learned a
valuable lesson, but this kid intrigued and captivated me, and I didn't
want him out of my life so quickly.

"Alright," I said, "Here's what we're going to do. You're going to work
for me until your debt is paid off. I have a couple projects around my
house that I need help with. The way I figure, you owe me about... 30
hours of work."

"Ok," the boy said, almost under his breath.

"When can you start?" I asked.

"Uh... two weeks?"

"I have a better idea," I said. "How about tomorrow?"

***

Gemini knocked on my front door shortly after 9:00 am the next day. He
was wearing a pale blue tank top that showed off his square shoulders and
skinny arms which were adorned with the rainbow wristbands.

I was refinishing my wood floors, a long term project that I had been
working on for several weeks. I put Gemini to work sanding the floor
along the baseboards on one side of the dining room and I took the other
side. I worked at least twice as fast as the kid but he seemed to be
putting effort into his work. I admired the boy's shapely legs and bottom
as he crouched to work, noticing the fine blonde hairs on his shins when
the light was right.

While we sanded we talked. I got to learn more about this unusual boy. He
lived with his mother on the lower floor of a duplex on Ocean Blvd. His
mom was a massage therapist but currently only had one client, a rich guy
who lived in a beachfront home not too far from Gemini's house. He would
come over almost every day for massages, and Gemini was supposed to be
out of the house when his mom was working.

I asked Gemini what he was into besides skateboarding and eating Ding
Dongs. Aside from playing video games and an active online social life,
Gemini told me he played the piano and French Horn, and was interested in
marine biology, especially stingrays.

"Stingrays?" I was surprised that a kid would be interested in those.

"Yeah, I stepped on one and got stung when I was 10, so I decided to
learn everything I could about them," Gemini explained. "Did you know
ancient Greek dentists used stingray venom as a painkiller?"

"I did not know that," I told the boy. I felt a strange sensation in my
chest, a cross between pride and affection for this unique kid.

Gemini came over every day that week, helping with the floor refinishing
and rehabbing the small courtyard at the front of my house. The boy
learned a little about me as well: that I managed a marijuana dispensary
despite being drug and alcohol-free for almost five years, and that I was
gay.

"You don't seem gay to me," Gemini said. I was hoping he'd open up to me
about his sexuality but the conversation ended there.

On Thursday I decided to ask him straight out about his wrist bands.

"How come you're always wearing those? You know what those rainbow
stripes mean, right?" I probed.

"I just like wearing them," Gemini said. I could tell by his tone that
the conversation was over.

***

On Friday, Gemini's final day of work, I treated him to lunch at BJ's
Pizza. I was a little melancholy. I'd grown close to the boy over the
last few days and was going to miss his presence at my house.

"What are you going to do this Summer" I asked Gemini, trying to make
conversation. I looked at him and noticed for the first time that his
green eyes had flecks of amber, giving them an intense, deep quality.

"I wanna learn to scuba dive," Gemini said.

"I've always wanted to do that, too," I lied. "Maybe we can take a class
together or something."

Gemini looked at me as if to assess whether I was being serious.

I continued, "I'll look into scuba schools around here. How's that?"

Gemini looked concerned. "But I don't have money for scuba school..."

"How about you keep working for me until you've earned enough to learn to
scuba dive?" I felt relief flow through me at the idea that Gemini would
be spending more time at my house.

The boy looked me in the eyes and smiled, revealing the perfect teeth
which had captivated me the first time we met. His long golden hair
formed waves that covered one eye and cascaded down his neck. I wondered
if he even knew how attractive he was.

After lunch we returned to finish our last project, cleaning out some old
construction materials that had been leaning against the side of my
house. Gemini carried pieces of lumber and thin plywood from the side of
the house to me by the garage so I could break them down or cut them into
pieces which would fit in the trash can. After about 40 minutes Gemini
came to me holding his right hand out. His palm was red with blood which
dripped between his fingers and soaked into his rainbow wrist band,
turning it shades of rust and crimson.

"Oh god! How bad is it?" I asked.

Gemini shrugged. He didn't look concerned.

I took his hand in mine and inspected it. I could tell he had a gash on
his palm, but there was too much blood to assess the extent of the
wound.  I lifted Gemini's hand high and pulled him into the house through
the kitchen door, guiding him to the sink.

After running water over the cut I got a better idea of the damage. It
was about and inch and a half across, and deep enough that it was still
pouring blood into the sink.

"How'd this happen?" I asked.

"There was a piece of glass behind a board. I didn't see it," Gemini
explained.

"Make a fist and hold it under the faucet," I instructed. "I'll get some
bandages."

I returned with gauze and cotton padding and did a decent job of cleaning
and dressing the wound. Gemini's terry cloth wristband had become pink
with his diluted blood, so I pulled it off his wrist, taking care not to
disturb the bandaging.

Gemini tugged his arm away and said "Don't!" but it was too late.

A single large keloid scar spanned his wrist.

Gemini's looked at me. I could see disappointment and embarrassment in
his eyes. The boy bolted through the open kitchen door and was gone.

•••

I texted Gemini a half hour later, hoping he'd calmed down.
     Hey Buddy, no worries
     Come on back and lets
     finish the job

He didn't reply. I felt a mixture of apprehension and distress gnawing at
my stomach the rest of the day.

That night I didn't sleep. My mind couldn't let go of Gemini. For a boy
so young to have attempted suicide meant either Gemini had serious
emotional problems or that he had experienced intense stress. The thought
of either one was dismaying. I wanted nothing more than to hold the boy
and let him know that I really cared for him.

The next morning I texted Gemini again:
     Hey Gemini
     We need to talk
     I really care about you
     and think of you as
     an important friend.
     Whatever happened
     to you in the past
     doesn't matter to me.
     Please let me know
     you're OK

20 minutes later I got a reply:
     Im ok just need a
     little time to myself

I texted him back:
     I'll see you monday
     morning. We need
     to refinish the
     kitchen cabinets

I didn't hear from Gemini again that weekend. My sense of apprehension
remained. Would I ever see the boy again? I felt a hole in my life the
size and shape of Gemini. A grown man wasn't supposed to fall in love
with a boy, but that was the only way I could describe what I was
feeling.

At 9:00 am on Monday Gemini walked into my house. I felt waves of relief
coursing through me.

"Gemini!" Without thinking I grabbed the boy and pulled him into me,
enveloping his body in a tight hug. Gemini's thin frame pressed into mine
and his head rested against my chest. I noticed his wrist bands were
solid black.

"I missed you," I said.

Gemini looked up at me. His eyes looked moist.

"I missed you, too," he said.

My heart felt like it would burst out of my chest. I didn't know how to
reply. "Let's get to work on those cabinets," I said, admiring his wiry
tanned arms which looked cocoa brown against his pale yellow tank top.

Gemini and I worked through the day removing cabinet doors and sanding
the thick layers of paint off the woodwork. By four o'clock we were both
spent. I asked Gemini if he was hungry and made pastrami and swiss on
toast.

While we were sitting at my kitchen table Gemini spoke up. "You know how
I told you my mom and me used to live in Redondo, right?"

"Uh, huh," I answered.

Gemini continued. "Well, the reason we moved to Newport was because I
was... I was having trouble at school."

From his tone of voice I knew Gemini was going to reveal something
important to me. He had my full attention.

"There was this kid at my school, Aidan, who was, like, the most popular
boy in seventh grade. He was really good at sports and he was good
looking and all the girls had crushes on him."

I looked at Gemini and nodded.

"So Aidan is sort of a bully to me. Not real bad, but he's always
whispering to me how he knows I'm gay and I want his body. He's always
telling me he knows I wanna give him a blowjob."

I jumped in. "What made him think that? You don't set off my gaydar. I
mean... you could be gay, but I wouldn't know."

"Yeah..." Gemini went on. "I don't know how he knew I liked him." The boy
paused. "But I did."

I tried to hide my surprise at Gemini's revelation.

"One day he tells me at school that he likes me too. He invites me over
to his house after school. And I thought, maybe this is it. Maybe the boy
I like is into me, too."

Gemini's voice became shaky as he got on with the story. "When we got to
his house, we go into his room and he just pulls his shorts down right
away. He says 'give me that blowjob you've been dreaming about.'"

"Oh!" I exclaimed, caught off guard.

"So I did." Gemini said. "His dick was hard and I really wanted to do it.
So I put my mouth on his dick. But he was rough. He just grabbed my head
and started humping, and it was like I wasn't even there. Then he
squirted in my mouth. Then he made me leave."

Gemini went on. "It was weird. When I was riding away from Aidan's house
on my bike I felt really happy, and really sad. Like, I'm really happy
that the coolest kid at my school likes me. But I'm sad because it's not
how I imagined it would be."

I felt a combination of anger and sorrow. I wanted to drive to Redondo
beach and punch that stupid seventh grader Aidan as hard as I could.

"So the next day at school..." Gemini stopped. I could tell he was having
a tough time with what he was about to say. "So the next day at school,
guys are coming up to me and asking for blowjobs."

"Oh, Gemini..." I knew where this was going.

"When I saw Aidan I asked him what he was telling people about me, and he
says, 'I just told everyone what a little faggot you are. How you
couldn't wait to get my pants down and suck my cock.'"

I shook my head in disgust.

"So everyone at school knew about it. I couldn't walk down the hall
without guys doing the blowjob thing." Gemini pantomimed holding a dick
in front of his mouth and moving it in and out.

Hearing Gemini's story was traumatic enough for me - I could guess what
this was leading up to.

"So I faked sick and stopped going to school," Gemini said. "But the
haters were all over my Snapchat and Insta. I just felt like... that was
it. No reason to live."

"Damn, Gemini..." I didn't know what else to say.

Gemini shrugged. "But I screwed it up. I couldn't even kill myself the
right way." A small chuckle escaped from his lips.

I knew wrists were supposed to be slit parallel to the arm, not
crosswise, but I didn't relay that information to Gemini.

"When I was in the hospital I told my mom what happened.  She decided we
needed to get out of Redondo. And here I am." Gemini made a mock flourish
with his arms.

"Look, Gemini..." I had to choose my words carefully. "Kids your age are
the cruelest beings on the planet. I know it's a cliche, but it does get
easier the older you get."

"Did you ever get teased for being gay?" Gemini asked.

I looked at him. His long, curled locks framed his handsome, boyish face.
The protective, paternal affection I had for Gemini was growing - it felt
like a hot coal in my breast.

"I was deathly afraid of being found out when I was your age," I
explained. "I didn't tell anyone I was gay until I was 18."

"But you had sex with a guy before you were 18, right?" Gemini asked.

"No, actually. To have sex would have meant letting someone know I was
gay. I told you - I was a chicken shit."

Gemini nodded, and after a pause asked, "So how many guys have you had
sex with since you were 18?"

I looked at the boy. This conversation was getting into intimate
territory. I decided to plunge headlong into the stream and let it carry
me to it's conclusion.

"Uh, I'd say about 15," I answered.

Gemini's eyes widened.

"How about you?" I probed. "Besides that asshole kid in Redondo, how many
guys have you been with?"

"None," Gemini answered straight away. "But I wanna..." His eyes met
mine. After a few seconds of silence he went on. "How 'bout it?"

"Gemini..." I took a deep breath. I couldn't tell if he was kidding or
serious, but I suspected it was a bit of both. "That's wrong in so many
ways."

The boy pursed his lips. After a short pause he said, "So if I offered to
suck your dick right now, you'd say no?"

At that moment I blood left my brain and rushed to my groin. My underwear
felt two sizes too small.

I tried to choose my words carefully "Uh..." But my pause had given it
away.

"I knew it," Gemini said in a confident tone. He stepped toward me.

I watched him approach and was prepared to go along with whatever he had
in mind. Until this point the protective, paternal feelings I had for him
had counteracted the sexual attraction I felt toward him. But now, faced
with a boy who seemed to really want this, I was ready to relent.

Gemini surprised me by giving me a prolonged hug, holding his head tight
against my chest. I could smell the shampoo in his curly locks.

His hands began to rub my back. I reciprocated, trying to let the boy set
the pace. I didn't want to pressure Gemini into doing anything he wasn't
ready for. The stiffness in my pants was pressed up against the boy's
warm abdomen. Only my thin drawstring shorts and his yellow tank top
separated us from skin on skin contact. There was no way Gemini didn't
feel it, which was confirmed when he took his right hand off my lower
back to caress the length of my erection.

I wanted to feel up Gemini too, but he moved with quickness and purpose,
dropping to his knees in front of me without releasing his grip on my
cock. I knew what was coming. Gemini pulled my shorts down without
trouble.

"A real man cock," he laughed, causing me to laugh, too.

The boy gripped my cock and guided it into the warm, wet embrace of his
mouth. Looking down at Gemini doing his best to give me pleasure caused
my chest to swell, all hot and expanding like a star going supernova.
The kid's wavy rock-star hair flopped back and forth as my dick moved in
and out of his boyish face. Gemini's head bobbed forward then retreated,
taking me deeper with each pass until he had about half the length of my
average size "man cock" in his mouth. I tried to be as gentle and
restrained as possible, remembering how Gemini had described his first
blow job with Aidan.

Kneeling in front of a cock is not the most comfortable position to give
head. "Let's lie down in bed," I suggested. I stepped out of the shorts
pooled at my feet and took off my t-shirt. Gemini stood up. His eyes were
glued to my naked body; a slight smile crept across his face. I was as
fit as any gay guy in his thirties who went to the gym twice a week - I
didn't have the physique of an Adonis, but I was secure with my anatomy.

I reached for Gemini's yellow tank top and pulled it over his head,
revealing his taught stomach and emerging pectoral muscles.  His body was
that of a boy just beginning his metamorphosis into a man - still narrow
and compact but showing signs of a developing physique. Gemini pulled
down his satiny blue basketball shorts and gray striped boxer briefs in a
single rapid move and I beheld the boy: his wiry arms and legs, chest and
shoulders were tanned from the summer beach sun but his midsection was
white. From the center of that creamy area jutted his erect boy cock,
pointing skyward above a pair of sparrow egg-sized balls in a taut,
rounded ball sack. The black terry-cloth sweatbands remained on Gemini's
wrists.

I was unable to resist. Reaching out, I took his cock in my hand and
pulled him toward me. It fit perfectly in my palm, as if it had been
designed for me to caress. Gemini let out a little gasp.

"You're OK with this?" I wanted to be cautious and not move beyond the
boy's comfort level.

In response, Gemini started humping my hand.

I kept one hand on his cock and placed my other hand on the small of his
back to guide him to the bedroom.

Before I had time to pull it off the bed, Gemini lay down on top of the
quilt my grandmother had made for me. I wasn't going to interrupt our
ascent into carnality to protect the family heirloom - the value of
having a gorgeous naked boy lying atop it far outweighed its value as a
blanket. I'd clean it later if any evidence of our lovemaking appeared on
it.

The view of the boy lying on his side propped up on one elbow caused my
breath to catch in my chest. Gemini looked at me with expectation in his
eyes and a coy smile, as if he had a secret he wanted to tell. His erect
cock looked like it was straining at the confines of its own skin; like
it wanted to be touched, caressed, sucked.

I felt compelled to grant its wish.

Draping myself over the bed, I positioned my head at his groin and took
his boyhood into my mouth, feeling its warm, firm length. I wanted to
luxuriate in this moment - to taste, feel, see and smell the experience.
This perfect boy with his perfect boy cock was allowing me to partake of
his essence, to put his body part into my body. I had an obligation to
give him as much pleasure as I could. I took him deep, deep into my mouth
and held him for a moment. Gemini's body shuddered slightly then relaxed
as his cock began the slow advance and retreat down my throat. I stroked
the boy's balls with my left hand and caressed his lower abdomen with my
right, relishing the warm smooth flesh at my fingertips. Geminis' hips
began a gentle thrusting, then picked up speed and intensity as if to
accelerate the process toward its inevitable conclusion. If it were
anyone else but Gemini I would have pulled off to prolong the lovemaking,
but this was the boy's first real experience with another person (I
didn't count the quickie he was forced to give Aidan) and I was afraid of
overwhelming him. I watched Gemini's chest rise and fall with his heavy
breaths, then his abdominal muscles contracted beneath my hand. I
increased my suction and intensity and then it was too much for Gemini.
The boy unloaded his thin, fresh seed into my mouth as his pelvis
convulsed in jerky, uncontrollable bursts. At that moment I felt like he
was delivering his youthful life force into my body, as if this sexual
act had added ten years to my lifespan.

I pulled off Gemini's cock and looked at him. I couldn't hide my smile; a
strange feeling of pride and satisfaction hung over me like a silver
aura. The corners of Gemini's open mouth were turned up in a slight grin
as he looked at me, then his lids closed and his head fell back on the
pillow, as if he had exhausted every source of energy in his body. I put
my hand on his thigh and luxuriated in the view of the naked boy, his wet
cock still hard and pointing toward his stomach. Gemini lay with eyes
closed, then his breathing eased and his body relaxed. I pulled myself
next to him, content to look at the beautiful boy, and felt lucky and
thankful to have him in my life. After several minutes Gemini's slow,
even breaths and motionless body made me wonder if he'd fallen asleep.

I became aware of my own cock, still erect and excited by the visual
treat laying next to me. I stroked myself with a gentle fury, trying not
to rock the bed and wake the boy, but Gemini's eyes cracked open then
widened as he rolled onto his side to watch me.

Seeing the boy's cock expand and stiffen as he looked at my
self-manipulation caused my own loins to pulse with erotic energy - I
felt the impending orgasm building and knew it would be immense.

Gemini's eyes fixed on mine. "Let's fuck now," He said it quickly and
just above a whisper.

"Gemini," I said in a voice just as quiet as his. "This might sound
weird, but I've never actually fucked anyone."

I saw a wave of disappointment play across his face. In that moment, I
knew it would happen.

"But that doesn't mean there can't be a first time," I went on.

Gemini's expression changed in an instant, going from haplessness to
excitement.

"You don't know how many times I've jerked off with my finger up my
butt," the kid admitted. We both laughed.

"So you're OK with me fucking you?"

Gemini pointed to his erect cock and rolled his eyes, bringing on another
round of laughter.

I got off the bed to fetch my fleshlight lube from a drawer in the
bathroom.  When I returned, Gemini was lying on his stomach with his
hands on his ass-cheeks, spreading them as if he was ready for me to
plunge my cock deep inside him at that instant. The boy's playful
attitude to lovemaking was invigorating.

I knelt over Gemini's body, straddling his bottom and lining up my hard
cock with the cleft of his ass.  The enticing view of the compact boy's
tan back and thin arms adorned with black terry-cloth wristbands caused
me to quake with anticipation.

"Split me in two, Man Cock," Gemini said, his voice cracking in an
adorable adolescent squeak.

"Such naughty talk from a little boy!" I playfully swatted his bottom.

Gemini giggled as I rubbed the lube on his crack and hole and craned his
neck so he could watch what was happening. My finger began toying with
his hole, probing and manipulating at the doorway to his insides. My
forefinger went in to the second knuckle without much resistance.

"That was easy," I said. "Have you stuck anything up your butt bigger
than your finger?"

"Mmmmaybe..." Gemini teased.

My first finger was all the way in, engulfed by the warm, moist passage.
I stuck a second finger in and felt little resistance. Though I'd never
fucked or been fucked, I'd seen enough porn to know how it was done. I
knelt above the boy and lubed up my cock, then positioned myself over him
and guided my erection into his waiting opening. My cockhead went in
halfway then met resistance. I pushed a little harder, and then half my
cock was inside the boy. I gave a little more pressure, almost as if I
was experimenting to see how deep I could go. The answer was: all the
way. I looked at my cock buried in the boy's behind with a peculiar sense
of disbelief - something I never imagined happening was now a reality.
And it felt good. Very good. I began a slow thrust and the flood of
pleasurable sensations was overwhelming. A mouth or a hand could make a
cock feel good, but an ass enveloped and caressed the entire thing at
once, sending pulses of bliss through every nerve fiber of the appendage.

I felt Gemini pushing against me, trying to force me even deeper at the
apex of every thrust.

"You OK?" I asked.

"Yeah," he whispered with a hoarse exhalation of breath. I became aware
of his own thrusting and realized he was grinding his cock into the bed
as I fucked him.

I stopped my movements and pulled Gemini up onto his knees, keeping my
cock buried in his ass. I reached around and felt his rigid boyhood. The
head was moist with pre-cum. I resumed my thrusting and caressed Gemini's
cock and balls. My senses felt like they were about to overload; I became
light headed, as if I had passed from this earthly state to a celestial
plane, if only for a few seconds.  Then I was back in my own skin,
coupling with a panting 12-year-old. My senses coalesced into a single
bright tunnel of euphoria and my orgasm arrived, as powerful as a
landslide crashing down a steep mountain. Wave after wave of pleasure
coursed through my body, depositing itself deep inside of Gemini. When
the palpitations subsided I realized my hand was wet with Gemini's semen.
The boy had cum at some point during my frenzied climax.

I dropped onto the bed next to Gemini, feeling as if I'd just finished a
100 meter sprint. I panted and reveled in the warm afterglow of our love
act. I could feel the cool air on my deflating cock, wet with my cum and
Gemini's juices.

"Finally. Not a virgin anymore," the boy said. I tried to suppress my
laugh at the absurdity of this 12-year-old's eagerness to be deflowered.

We lay in bed in silence. I looked at the ceiling and relived the events
of the last hour in my head. What did this mean for us? Gemini had
obviously enjoyed it, but had I crossed a line I shouldn't have? At  some
point while I was ruminating I drifted into a light sleep.

I awoke with a start. It was dark in the room. I looked at my phone.

I clicked on the bedside light. "Gemini! Wake up! It's 10:30!"

The boy was lying on his stomach next to me,  He opened his eyes and
looked at me.

"Your mom is probably worried about where you are."  I had visions of
Gemini's mom pounding on my front door looking for the boy.

"My mom's in Santa Barbara with Mike... with her client," Gemini said, as
if I should have already known that information.  He closed his eyes and
rolled over.

The burst of apprehension left me. I turned off the light and stared into
the darkness, finally falling into a fitful sleep. Hours later I would
awaken and make love to the boy again. But you already knew that.

END