Date: Tue, 7 Dec 2010 17:36:20 -0500 From: wild wing Subject: I'M AVAILABLE - 1 Preamble: This is a completely fictitious story. It never happened. It is a love story of a gay boy desperate to find a father and a gay man desperate to help a boy. There are detailed sex descriptions so you have been warned. I love to hear from my readers even if it's critical. I will answer everyone. Enjoy! Chapter one They were over one hundred yards away when I first saw them. It had been a dismal cloudy morning but now the sun was working hard to push the broken cloud aside. Golden rays were illuminating the distant path and as if entering the stage centre right four boys were bathed in the sun's spotlight. And what boys they were! They were jostling each other laughing and shouting as only young boys exuding the confidence of youth can! I loved this park. I spent many a happy hour sitting on my favourite bench just watching the boys pass by. One never had to wait long. Between the acres of grass, the swimming pool, the tennis courts and the manicured baseball fields the park was a busy terminus for the youth of the community. I always looked at their faces first. Truth be told if they weren't at least reasonably attractive I soon lost interest. If they passed the first test my eyes would invariably drift downwards to their crotches in search of further excitement. I saw very little of course. However any kind of a bulge, real or sometimes imagined was enough to raise my hormonal level. I was too passive to approach them. I was always afraid of rejection or worse. I had sex with my eyes followed much later by lurid fantasies in the privacy of my own home. The boys were much closer now. I began to drink in their faces. As I moved from one boy to the next each boy appeared to be more stunning than the one before him. I became totally enamoured with their attractiveness and their cat like movements. It was a visual sexual feast. I couldn't get enough of them. Just ten feet from me one boy, the apparent ring leader, put his hands out stopping the others. He stared at me harshly and then spoke out. "Hey mack, watcha looking at? You a cocksucker or something?" I'd been caught! Normally I would have gotten up and strode away without looking back. For reasons I don't understand even to this day I made a split second decision to stand my ground. I stared down my accuser. With conviction I responded, "Yes I am. Are any of you available?" I was shocked with what had come out of my mouth. It certainly wasn't planned. I wished immediately that I could take it back and walk away. Their collective jaws dropped. They stood rooted to the path. One of them finally found his voice and responded, "Christ, he really is a cocksucker guys!" Another added, "You're not fucking getting me!" With that the spell was broken. They began to walk passed me picking up their pace. I continued to hold my ground and stare. Some thirty feet further on one of the boys turned. He deliberately stuck out his hips and grasped his crotch. "Here you fucking cocksucker, come and get it!" The boys all laughed, turned and continued on their way. They negotiated a corner and were soon out of sight. I sat there amazed at my own boldness. What I had done was dangerous and stupid. What would have happened had there been an adult in the immediate vicinity? Still I had to admit getting a vicarious thrill out of the exchange. Perhaps if the park was quieter and just one or two boys were present I might try it again. I was still pondering my actions some twenty minutes later when my thinking was interrupted. "Hello," he said simply. I looked up and my heart began pounding immediately. I recognized him as one of the four boys who had so recently accosted me. "Er....er," he stammered, "Can....can I sit here?" "Of course!" I responded, "Please, have a seat." He sat silently for a moment or two, his shining eyes staring directly ahead. I knew he had something important to say. I waited eagerly. He slowly turned and looked at me directly. Up close his beauty was even more stunning. He was an angel and I almost had tears in my eyes. It took every ounce of control to maintain what I felt was normal decorum. "Those boys I was with, they aren't really my friends. I was just playing with them today." "Nothing wrong with playing with them," I replied, "We all need companions to play with. Friends are important" "Er....er....what my friends said," and then he paused again. "It wasn't nice. They shouldn't say things like that." "No apology needed," I affirmed, "It was my fault. I asked for it with the response I gave to your friend's question." The blond cherub went back to sitting beside me in silence. His apology made I was mortified that he may get up and leave at any moment. I wanted the experience to go on and on and yet I wasn't sure how to proceed. This was new territory for me and I was flustered. My head was full of a mixture of sensual excitement and apprehension approaching fear. Thankfully it was the boy who continued. "Er....Can I.....Can I ask you a personal question?" he asked quietly. "Sure," I smiled, "You can ask me anything you want. You have nothing to fear." At this point I knew he was as anxious as I was. I hoped that my friendly banter would encourage him. "Er....er...What you said.........Is it true?" It was my turn to pause. The only thing I had said was my response to the original question from the ringleader. "Do you mean when I asked if any of you were available?" "Yeah that," he stated nervously. I had a decision to make. I took the plunge. Looking directly into his blue eyes I boldly stated, "Yes it's true. I really wanted to know if any of you were available." "Oh," he responded and he then cast his eyes down to the ground and went silent once more. I sat with baited breath. I felt he must be able to hear my pounding heart. There was still also the fear that he might just get up and leave. I felt I had to press the issue. I sensed he still had something important to say. I was more than prepared to be a sounding board. "Look," I assured him, "Whatever you have to say is okay. I want to hear it. I certainly won't hurt you in any way. If I can help you I will." He looked up and paused again before he spoke. "I'm........I'm available." His simple statement shot through me like a bolt of electricity. It was completely unexpected. I was also in a quandary once more. What do I do now? I thought carefully before responding. Here was the opportunity I had dreamed of for years. He was offering himself up like a sacrificial lamb on the altar of lust. It would have been so easy to find a room somewhere and partake. Something was holding me back and it wasn't fear. His entire persona was telling me that here was one very special boy. He seemed to need and probably deserved a lot more than a quick romp in the hay. "Look," I finally explained. "You are one very handsome boy. I'd love to show you a good time but I have to make sure you are happy and that it's really what you want." He smiled and looked directly at me, "I don't know why but I believe you are a very nice person. I trust you." I put out my hand. "My name is Maxwell. My friends call me Max." He held my hand in a reasonably strong grip. "I'm Kevin. Kevin Simpson." "Are you free for a few hours tomorrow Kevin?" "Sure Max, I can be here about one o'clock tomorrow." "Here's what I want you to do Kevin. Go home and think about it. Do you really want an adult friend? If the answer is yes I will help you any way I can. If on the other hand you decide all this was a mistake and you don't show up I'll understand. I'll be here on this bench tomorrow. His response was immediate. "I'll be here for sure Max." I watched him as he walked away. He never turned around. That evening I ejaculated twice thinking of Kevin.