Date: Tue, 26 Sep 2023 23:49:57 +0000
From: dave10705 <dave10705@proton.me>
Subject: Gregory Holds My Hand-1

This is a story with sexual bdsm scenes between a man and a teenager. If
you are too young to legally read about such things, please do not. Like
most of my stories, this one is based on real events, and real people,
although names and circumstances have been changed. I did make a friend
like Gregory many years ago, and he did come visit me often, and we did
many of the things I describe in the story. He was a sweet and joyful
young man, looking for someone to help him with the thoughts and feelings
he was having and his budding sexuality. There is lots of explicit stuff,
including consenting BDSM.

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1. An unexpected overture from an 11-year old.

I would consider Fran and Harry my best straight friends. They got
together in the college we all attended in Massachusetts twenty years
ago. So we're all in our late-thirties. They've been great to me, even
when times were lean, lending me money. I was in the piss-poor publishing
business, one of the worst-paying industries. And in New York City, maybe
the most expensive cities, it was hard to make a go. I'm gay. My name is
Donnie. Like any self-respecting gay man, I work out pretty often and
keep in good shape. My abs and my ass get remarks and overall I'm pretty
good looking, I've always thought. Harry thought so that time when we
took a road trip after I came out to them, and he decided to walk around
naked in our shared hotel room.

Harry's the heir to the Forever Flowers fortune and he's never had to
worry about money, and never will. We always joke about the souce of his
wealth. He gets checks from his father's estate every month and is very
generous with his wife's poor relatives, and with me. Fran is a kindly,
quiet professor at a community college. And I'm very friendly with their
11-year old son, Gregory. I babysat him for five years.

Gregory always smiles at me and shows me his latest swimming trophy. He
swims for his middle school and I've attended some of his meets,
sometimes alone. Afterward, I often take him to McDonalds or somesuch for
burgers and ice cream. He's adorably cute, tow-headed, sleepy eyed
physically my type. He dresses really well, with help from his mother.
Lacoste shirts, chinos, double breasted sportcoats. He's really kind of a
loner, I've noticed.

I ask him about his friends and he looks away and rarely says much. His
life is schoolwork (he's very bright, gets good grades) and swimming.
About a year ago when we both showed up at Harry's pool party (his
country house in Pennsylvania). Gregory and I were both wearing tight
speedos and we really stood out among the boring non-speedo crowd.
Gregory talked the most he ever had to me and we hung out after the party
at the pool. I was a bit nervous, because for a youngster, he's fucking
gorgeous.

I've been out to Fran and Harry for 20 years now and they know I live a
little bit on the wild, kinky side of gay life. I don't really believe
in romantic love, with the husband and kids, even if gay marriage made it
possible. I have many friends in the kink community. I'm a switch and
I've put together this group of friends and fuck buddies. We support each
other and have the hottest sex in our playrooms all over New York City.
It's not unusual to get a call at midnight to help a master initiate his
slave into the joys of rubber/leather submission. I love using the tools
to give pain and pleasure, things like floggers, whips, crops. I've been
on the receiving end; I know the ultimate joy at the end of whipping and
caning: endorphins and the intimacy of being cared for in "sub drop,"
which is very real. This after care can be so hot and intimate. To me,
it's gay sex at it's best.

Anyway, I love these guys who stretch the limits of conventional sex, the
sex adventurers. I keep learning about gay sex from these guys and I'm
always learning and suspect I always will.

I never thought I could or would experience this pleasure with an
underage boy. But Gregory began to express his interest and my world was
about to expand exponentially.

So Gregory and I were chillin by his parents' pool. Our tight speedos,
mine black, his white, created a bond, a mutual interest.

"Uncle Donnie, can you stay over tonight?"

"Sure," I stammered. "Let me ask your mom and dad."

I knew there'd be no problem. Over a barbecue dinner, Gregory and I put
on t-shirts, but stayed in our speedos. We sat next to each other and I
could feel a rush, a physical pull toward him. It was hard to focus on
food, so I mostly drank.

Suddenly I felt Gregory's hand against my thigh. I gulped. He rubbed it
slowly, sensuously. I had to reciprocate. Under the table I took his
hand. It was electricity like the first time I ever kissed a guy.

A barely pubescent beautiful boy was coming on to me? Was I going to jail
for even this? I looked at him and then said I was going to chill and
then go back in the pool. Could Gregory join me?

My buddy Jeff once said he would love, just once, to fuck a 14-year old.
A really cute, smart one. He'd heard they were such pleasers and had
nice, tight holes. I was maybe going to do him better by three years.

"Yeah, sure said Harry. Maybe you can teach Greg the butterfly."

Gregory gave me a sweet smile I'd get used to fast. "Yes, let's do it,"
he said, his voice cracking.

Yes, let's do it, indeed. Gregory's parents went to bed. We had our
privacy.

So we were together in the pool. About 10 feet apart.

"Hey, c'mere," I whispered.

How could this be wrong? Illegal? Right here. Me 39 and very willing.
Gregory 11, and very, very willing.

I took a breath. Put my arm around him and careessed his face gently with
my index finger. I cupped my hand over Gregory's forehead and he sighed
in pleasure. I kissed his warm lips and I must have spent 30 minutes
licking his utterly hairless chest. I made love to his nipples, circling
them with my tongue. I grabbed his nips and clamped them with my fingers,
adding pressure. Greg moaned yes as I asked him if he liked that. Kissing
them. I licked the nape of Gregory's neck and then his right ear. I
cupped his gorgeous lycra-clad ass. I reached in side to touch his
hairless cock and balls.

It was now I wanted our first deep kiss. I entered my tongue, hoping
he'd receive my entry. He was a pro...a natural.

"Oh my dear sweet boy, we're here. Our tongues entangled each other's.
Forever. I plunged mine deeper and deeper. Time disappeared. And space. I
think Gregory was feeling the same bliss as me for a different reason.
This was his first man sex, and my first delicious boy sex.

Greg whispered, "Let's go by the shed. We be alone there...."
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I'd love to hear from you. That would be a big help. I need
encouragement. Please no hate mail. Cheers, Dave Dave10705@proton.me