Date: Sun, 19 Sep 2010 11:31:07 -0600
From: bob boylover <loveboy1991@live.ca>
Subject: It Just Happened

  I've known 12 year old Danny since he was ten when I joined a program
which matched fatherless boys with men for companionship, role modelling
and mentoring. I took an instant like for the boy, he was a charismatic,
good natured kid with a perpetual smile and good looks, dark complexion of
his father's Italian decent with dirty blond hair inherit ant from his mom.

   My commitment in the program was to spend at least one day a month
taking him on outings and since we both enjoyed hockey it was only natural
that we would go to home games of the NHL team of our city whenever I could
score tickets. Otherwise, it was bowling or such other activity but as I
grew more fond of him we seen each other more frequently, maybe once a
week, even if it was just an invite from his mom for dinner, who grew to
like and entrust me with her son. Although the program frowned on
sleepovers unless it was one of their arranged camp outs, Danny would stay
overnight on Saturdays if we took in a hockey game as the arena was within
walking distance from my apartment and they usually ended too late for my
liking in driving him home. Or sometimes we'd plan an very early day trip,
it was more convenient for him to stay the night before. His mom was okay
with it, so screw the program's rules! After two years together, we really
didn't have much to do with the program anyways, having developed a very
close relationship on our own.

   I am 35 years old, considered good looking and easy going having been
married once but now an eligible bachelor, that's the facade, anyway! I
have a thing for guys. Younger men and teenage boys to be exact, although I
do score well with younger men in their early twenties I occasionally 'buy'
a cute teenager in the 15 to 17 year age range, mostly crack heads, from
the 'boy stroll' a few blocks from home. It's just something about youth
that really turns my crank! Of course all this is closeted behaviour and
no, I had no ulterior motives when I joined the program and met Danny. I
never thought of under aged boys sexually, way, too dangerous, the hustlers
were different, they were paid and I had the confidence of not getting
caught. They weren't the kiss and tell type, so to speak!

   It was spring break, Danny's mom had gone away skiing for a week and
Danny didn't want to stay at his grandmothers place and begged his mom and
me to let him stay at my place. He won out and I picked him up on Friday
after work, went out for dinner and arrived home around 7pm, I stripped to
my boxers and T-shirt and we watched TV. Although he was twelve, he still
liked to cuddle up to me on the sofa, his legs tucked under his bum and my
right arm around his shoulders as usual. I flipped the channel watching '60
Minutes' or Dateline', something like that until the movie we wanted to
watch came on afterward. The story was ironically about pedophiles. They
were interviewing a 30 year old man and a fifteen year old boy sitting
closely on a sofa, faces blurred out. They had been having a mutually
consensual sexual relationship since the boy was thirteen! The man's
identity must certainly have been protected by the producers! Another
segment was of a man who once falsely accused his soccer coach of sexual
assault when he was 14, but in fact had been having consensual sex with him
for a year, admit tingly, liking it, until the cops caught them, literally
with their pants down, in the man's car with the 'then,' kid performing
felatio on the coach. Danny asked me what felatio was and I flat out said
"blow job!" He smiled and said, "oh. I guess you can't say blow job on TV!"
I had a chuckle at that! Anyway, the 'then,' kid, claimed the man forced
him repeatedly, but today regrets lying about it and that he had, in fact,
enjoyed the sex! I'm thinking, regardless, the coach goes to jail whether
the kid liked it or not! This segment leads back to the man and the boy
who's argument is that some young boys are sexual beings, mature enough to
decide to have sex and choose sexual partners, regardless of the age. A few
other interviews with people who experienced early age sexual encounters
and relationships with adults, both consensual and non consensual,
described various sexual acts, however, felatio was by far the most
prominent.

   Just before nine pm when the movie was to begin, Danny went and changed
into his baggy sweat shorts that he usually slept in, no shirt ever, and
laid down with his legs on my lap, knees up slightly and his upper back
propped against the sofa arm. It wasn't a very big sofa, more like a large
love seat, apartment style. He'd never assumed that position before and I
dismissed it as just getting comfy. I was absently stroking his legs for
some time when suddenly I started thinking about the news show and what it
would be like to have sex with Danny! I fought the thought but it kept
recurring and I was actually getting excited looking over his perfect body!
Wondering what he'd look like naked! I had a hard on now. What would his
cock be like? Would he have any pubic hair yet and would his testicles be
hanging or still tight in his groin? I could easily slide a hand up the leg
of his baggy shorts and find out! I was overwhelmed with desire to do just
that. All those nights he'd stayed over, sleeping on this very sofa and
never once did I have those thoughts!

   I moved my left hand to his lower inside thigh, How silky soft his skin
was! I started lightly caressing him moving further up to about mid way, my
fingers slightly under the fabric. My other hand now caressing his upper
belly, I'm shaking with excitement and fear when shockingly, he opens his
knees, one now laying on my chest, part of his led leaning on my hard cock,
which he had to have felt! The other leg he stretched out a little father!
Was he giving me permission to go farther!  I inched up the pant leg and
looked at his face. He didn't have that perpetual smile, his lips pursed
together and his eyes closed. He could easily close his knees tightly, I'd
get the message loud and clear! Is he breathing hard? I checked over his
shorts for any noticeable tenting but seen nothing really. I continued into
his shorts, my fingers now touching another fabric. He's wearing
underwear. I think I have his balls between the tips of my index finger and
thumb, they're tightly wrapped in his briefs. I slide a finger under the
fabric but it's tight. He hasn't made a move to stop me. My right hand
begins a decent, index finger at the waist band of his shorts, I enter
about an inch of fingers but, it too, is tight, not giving me easy
access. His draw string is there, tied in a bow which I could easily
untie. I see his eyes open just slightly. I'm still scared as hell. Is he
okay with my hand going down his shorts? I need a final green light even
though one hand is up his shorts and the other trying to inch down his
shorts. I ask him if he wants to untie the draw string! He reaches over
with his right hand and pulls it open! Now I didn't waste any time, my hand
went inside his shorts and under the underwear waste band and I feel his
very hard, warm cock and grasp it tightly. He makes a very audible gasp,
eyes closed again and lips forming an 'O'. I was amazed, his cock was at
least 5 inches long and thicker than I ever anticipated a twelve year old
would have. His Italian heritage? Those shorts and underwear were quickly
history as I tore them down and off. Now all his beautiful cut boy hood
displayed. His beautiful hairless testicles hanging low inside they're
silky sac. A spattering of sandy brown pubic hair growing in randomly. I
stroked his cock tightly and kneaded his balls. He was definitely breathing
hard now! I wanted nothing more than to taste that cock! I lifted his legs
off me and dropped to my knees beside the sofa, licking and sucking his
balls, masturbating him hard. If he was moaning in delight at the ball
works, he was ecstatic when I sucked his young cock fully into my mouth and
proceeded to give him one of my best ever blow jobs. I don't ever remember
sucking cock with such gusto! He was in heaven, repeatedly muttering "oh,
fuck!" I'd never heard him use that word before but I wasn't going to
reprimand him now! His ass bounced up off the sofa in total bliss as he
went into one hell of an orgasm! His hands found the sides of my head, not
pushing me down on him, I was already at the base, more like clamping me in
place, making sure I didn't go anywhere! That was the last thing he had to
worry about! I wasn't going anywhere till I sucked the last drop of the
sweetest cum I'd ever tasted! He shot off about a teaspoon full to my
amazement, I really didn't think he was old enough to actually cum!

   He was breathing like he just ran the marathon as he came down from his
high. He removed his vice grip on my head as his whole body seemed to
collapse. His cock now deflating, I reluctantly pulled off him. "Wow!" was
all I said, he repeated "double wow!" My rock hard cock hurt. I had lowered
my boxers at some point to jerk off, and as I stood he peered intently at
my 7 inches of manhood. I needed release badly, and I wanted his rosy red
lips around my cock, non negotiable!

   I grabbed his forearm and pulled him up to a sitting position then
placed a hand behind his head guiding him toward my raging member which I
held in my other hand. He never resisted, opened his mouth and took about
half my meaty cock and was bobbing and slurping away in no time. I removed
my hand and replaced it with his. His other hand found my balls without
encouragement. Now I was in heaven. He was giving me a fairly decent blow
job considering his first time and after only a couple of minutes I got the
release I craved for. He sucked even harder when he tasted the first of
many ejaculates which pleased me immensely, I fully expected him to pull
off me like the teen hustlers always do! Once I was drained, he swallowed
it all making a yucky face.

   My legs which were trembling in ecstasy, gave out and I was back on my
knees, with him wrapped tightly in my arms, smelling my own cum on his
breath as I lowered my head into the nape of his neck. Of course, now the
guilt and shame was upon me. I felt like shit! I just molested a 12 yeard
old innocent boy! Took advantage of his vulnerability. Selfishly abusing
his young genitals in my lust. Made him to blow me, cumming in his mouth
even!

   I kissed his cheek and appologized to him, saying I shouldn't have done
what I did, it was so wrong of me. He had this look of bewilderment then
astonishment, and said, "why? I liked it and I wanted to do it! Why are you
sorry?" He now looked like I'd hurt his feelings. "well, I thought it was
awsome! I'm just sorry you didn't like it, I tried to make it nice for you,
too!"

   I was dumbfounded now! The kid liked it? He's not at all ashamed to say
so! I got up and sat beside him, just in my T-shirt, him totally naked, not
attempting to cover his genitals, every bit as beautiful in his flaccid
state. "Oh, little buddy! I did like it, I loved it! And you did make me
feel nice, believe me! It's just that you're 12 years old, I'm almost 3
times your age!" I stood corrected, 12 and a half he pointed out!

   We talked more and he confided that when I was stroking his thigh he
wanted and hoped that I'd touch him there, even giving me the hints, like
spreading his legs for me. He admitted that as I rubbed his thigh higher
and higher he got nervous, he knew where I was headed but thought of the TV
show we'd watched, and how many of the guys liked doing things with men. It
occured to him that he would like to do those things with me, too! Making
up his mind, he spread his legs for me before I "chickened out" as he so
colorfully put it, giggling!

   The world was taken off my shoulders by this intellegent, mature, not to
mention sexy and horny 12 year old. Oh, my appoligies, 12 and a half year
old! I asked him about his solo sexual history only to find out he'd been
jerking off for almost a year and started making sperm 4 months ago but
takes him "forever" to reach orgasm and never as quick and powerfull as he
experienced with me. He loved his first blow job, asked how I learned to do
that so well? I told him the truth, that I liked sex with guys and had
numerous encounters dating back to when I was a teenager, even telling him
about the teenage hustlers I enjoyed once and a while. "You sure don't look
Gay!" He knew he was on a roll now and asked about anal sex, "bum fucking"
was the term he used, and if I'd ever done it. He was a little shocked when
I told him I liked it both ways, top and bottom, depending on my mood! His
questioning persisted: Yes it feels nice! He learns about prostate! No your
cock isn't usually really dirty after! Yes, it hurts like fucking hell the
first time! No! You don't use Crisco! Where'd you hear that one?

   I joking asked him if he was fixing on trying it, what with all the
questions? He looked me straight in the eye, shrugged his shoulders and
said "I guess, why not? It doesn't hurt to try!" I laughed and assured him
it does hurt to try!

   It was a given that he'd sleep in bed with me. We didn't even discuss
it. When I came from the bathroom he was spread eagle on top of the covers
stroking his rather large boy/man cock wearing a very mischievious grin. He
discovers the pleasures of rimming. I ate his ass as I jerked him off,
pausing to suck him every few minutes. He was litterally quivering with
excitement. I lubed up a finger and entered him slowly, he claimed it
didn't hurt much. Finding his "joy button" his body tensed up, absolutely
amazed that inside his bum could possibley feel so good as I blew him. He
was withering and moaning quite load vocallizing the intense pleasure I was
giving him when out of the blue he yelled out that he wanted me to fuck
him. I didn't think he was ready for that yet but he persisted and I was
hard like hell, so what the hell! I warned him that once I start, I'm not
stopping, and since I'd came earlier, it would be a long fuck session. He
gave his word to go ahead, and I did. Ignoring his cries of "ouch! Fuck
that hurts! Take it out! I continued to penetrate him. He slithered as i
pushed till his head was up against the headboard and no where else to
go. Fuck that session was unforgettable for me. I rode his fast, I rode him
slow for a very long time. I pumped his cock till he blew his load. I kept
on fucking him for about 10 minutes after that and finally I exploded into
him with one final very hard thrust that made him yelp! He claimed toward
the end he started to like it!

   As I lay upon him, exhausted, I thought how our relationship had now
changed. I knew we'd continue our outings as usual, that's a given, but now
being sexually involved was frightning. Lot of risk taking, sudden feelings
of regret only to be overcome by sheer lust as I knew I'd always want him
from that moment on. We could never be actual lovers, not yet, it simply
cannot be, but we can and will be fuck buddies who do love eash other!

   So, can pubelescent boys become willing, eager sexual beings? Deciding
who they wish to be sexual with. Learn to give pleasure as well as recieve?
Is there a problem with age of concent laws? There is no internal clock
that goes off at a sudden age acceptable to society! Some 18 year olds have
the maturity lof a 12 year old and some 12 year olds have the maturity of
an 18 year old! Society preaches human rights, do boys not have rights
also?

   In my case, IT JUST HAPPENED!


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