Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an224207@anon.penet.fi Date: Sat, 18 Mar 1995 06:17:47 UTC Subject: NEW STORY!! _Jason_ (m/b pedo) This is a work of fiction. It contains consensual sex in a loving relationship between an adult male and a boy. If this offends you, your obvious choice is to stop reading now. If you are below the legal age to possess or read explicit sexual material as determined by your state, parish, city, county, country, or local worker's union, please stop reading now. By writing this story I neither advocate nor suggest the performance of any acts contained within. The events that follow exist only in the mind of the author and do not necessarily have any basis in real life. All names and events have been fabricated. Resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental, though if such resemblance occurs, I must say I would have loved to have been there. Enough of this shit. Enjoy the story. _Jason_ (c) 1995 by Overlord, of TLO >> This story is dedicated to my friend John, who loves to hear them so much. Chapter I--"Little boy lost." With the sunset lighting his blond hair on fire, Jason stared morosely out at the river rushing by. The temperature was in the 90s again, and so was the humidity. Jason's T-shirt was sticking to his body heavily, his sockless feet were sweltering in hi s battered tennies, and sweat was running persistently into his eyes. To make things worse, he was extremely pissed at life, and the churning rage in his head was not helping him endure the heat. Anyone who had chanced to find Jason there at the river's edge would have been captivated by the scene. Here we have a beautiful boy, twelve years old, with blond hair and fair, smooth skin. His body is perfectly proportioned. His eyes are the color t he summer sky, a bright piercing blue. He has a few, very light freckles scattered across his nose, and--when he is happy--a crooked grin that inspires all who see it to smile back. And today, here is this beautiful boy in the grip of anger. His eyes are stormy, his muscles tight, his full red lips drawn into a tight line. He is like the river: roaring, wild, untameable. Jason picked up a rock and threw with all his might, watching it skim through the air and land in the river with a small splash that somehow made him feel a little better. He picked up another rock to throw, and another, and another, until his arm got tired and the flares of his anger had subsided, leaving only the hurt. He sat back down again and sighed heavily, a sigh that was far older than twelve years. Reaching down, he picked up the pieces of broken and twisted platic that had once been an F-117A Stealth Fighter. It had taken him three months to put the model together, working for hours every night to make sure each detail was in the right place, that every laborious stroke of his paintbrush counted. All of his hours of concentration and labor had been undone in a mere ten seconds. That was how long it had taken his uncle to come in, berate Jason for not cleaning his room properly, throw the jet to the floor, and crush it under his foot. Looking at the mangled thing now, Jason wanted to feel angry again. Instead, he put his head down in his arms and cried. Jason's life had taken a drastic turn for the worse since his dad had left. His mom, unable to care for him, had signed him over to her brother. Unfortunately, Jason's uncle was not a man who understood children. What Jason needed was acceptance, love, and healing. What he got was a constant demand for precise obedience, harsh punishments at the slightest infringement of the many rules, and, at best, a cold distance from his uncle. Jason looked at the overpass high above the river, where cars streamed by on the interstate in a constant flow, and once again thought about running away. He could walk up to the interstate and get a ride, and escape forever from this hell. But he would not. Jason would not have admitted it under threat of being burned alive, but he harbored a secret hope that his father would come back, that his mother and father and he would once more live in their little house and sometimes take long drives at night together just to watch the scenery. If he ran away, that would never happen. So, as he had done for two years, he would continue to suffer and hope. If only...if only his uncle could LOVE him... Sobs wracked Jason's tiny body as his chain of thought was lost in a great swamping wave of sadness. His weeping was interrupted by a voice. A gentle, concerned, voice. "Hey...hey, what's wrong?" Chapter II--"A friend found." Jason turned to see a young man. He looked 19 or 20, and carried a backpack, so Jason knew he was probably a student at the nearby college. "Go away," Jason muttered, ashamed of the tears he was wiping from his eyes. The man did nothing of the sort. He sat down beside Jason and regarded him in concern. "My name's Benjamin. Ben. Are you okay?" Jason just turned away, sullen, refusing to answer. "You can talk to me about it. Talking helps sometimes." Jason was already turning to scream at Ben, to tell him to get lost, to go to hell. The compassion in Ben's voice robbed him of half his anger as he turned. The other half melted away when he saw the caring and concern in Ben's eyes. "Just...trouble at home, ya know?" "Tell me about it," Ben invited, relaxing on the grass. As Jason began to talk, spilling out two years of pain and rejection, Ben's heart melted. He had come here to be alone and depressed, missing his best friend from home, a 13 year old named Erik. He had been instantly captivated by the sight of this beautiful blond creature throwing rocks across the water, and had watched him for several minutes before approaching the boy when he began to cry. As Jason told his story, Ben felt a fiecre protectiveness grow in him for this wounded, haunted spirit, and recognized immediately that he was falling in love. "How long do you have before you go home?" he asked Jason. "I'm not going back tonight," Jason replied. "I was supposed to spend the night with a friend but he got sick yesterday. My uncle doesn't know. So he thinks I'm there." "Look, you want to come over to my place and hang out for a while? My roommate went home for the weekend and I'm bored as hell." Jason hesitated only a moment, rejecting the suspicions that teachers and others had pounded into his head about strangers. He was desperate for attention...and besides that, a sixth sense was telling him that Ben would never hurt him. "Okay," he said, and they got up together and walked back towards the road. Chapter III--"First contact" To Ben, the rest of the night was like a dream, Several times he thought he had to be asleep. Could there really be a gorgeous blond boy in his kitchen, eating dinner with him? A boy he was already falling deeply in love with? On Jason's part, he was having an incredible time. Rather than sleeping on the ground and going hungry, as he had expected, he was here in an apartment, with a new friend. Deprived of a caring adult male in his lfe, he instantly bonded to Ben and barely let him out of his sight. Jason, long starved for attention and affection, loved to touch and be touched. It was a very deep need, and one he rarely had fulfilled--his uncle was a cold, unfeeling bastard, and a kid had to be careful about getting touchy-feely with his friends. A label of "fag" was the last thing Jason needed. But Ben was more than willing to touch him. At Jason's instigation, they wrestled again and again. When they played Nintendo, Jason leaned up against Ben. and was instantly rewarded with a neck rub. Jason was not stupid by any means, and as the night wore on, he suspected that Ben was sexually attracted to him. He had noticed a suspicious looking bulge in Ben's pants several times that night, and when wrestling, he had intentionally reached down there for a quick check. The half a seond it took the embarrassed Ben to grab Jason's hand and toss him over his back had been enough to confirm Jason's suspicions. Jason was not, he discovered, disgusted by this at all. In fact, he found it very arousing. Ben was nice-looking and obviously cared about him, and had not once tried to so much as touch him, even though their wrestling matches had provided ample opportunity. It didn't take Jason long to decide that he loved being close to Ben, and wanted to be even closer. So he began to tease Ben, making sure his head or hands were mere inches from Ben's crotch every time he leaned against him. Or spreading his legs a little wider than necessary when sitting across from Ben. Or throwing his leg over Ben's so Ben could look at his smooth thigh. By the end of the night, Ben was going nuts. He was hugging Jason much closer and more often, but to Jason's disappointment remained a perfect gentleman and refused to press matters further. When, late in the night, they decided to go to bed, Ben pulled out a sleeping bag and laid it on the floor next to his bed. Jason, disappointed, decided it was time to take action. As soon as the lights were out, he whispered, "Ben?" "Yeah?" Ben responded. Jason crawled out of the sleeping bad and onto Ben's bed. "I want to sleep with you." He felt the tension radiating from Ben's body. "Sure," Ben whispered hoarsely. "Go ahead." Jason crawled under the covers and immediately snuggled his body against Ben's. Both of them were wearing only underwear, and Jason gently placed his hand on Ben's thigh just below the elastic band. He listened to Ben's tightly drawn breath with pleasure and some amusement. "Ben, do you like me?" "Of course I do," replied Ben. "You're really cool." "No, Ben, I mean..." Jason slowly stroked Ben's thigh, eliciting a sigh that was almost a moan. "Do you LIKE me?" Ben rolled over to look at Jason, eyes straining to reach his through the darkness. "Yes," he whispered, obviously wanting to deny it but forcing himself to be honest. "Yes, I like you." "It's okay," said Jason. "I like you too. I don't mind. I WANT to." As he said the last words, he grasped Ben's rock hard dick through the underwear and gently squeezed. "It's okay," he repeated. "I want to." Ben reached out and pulled Jason closer, placing his lips slowly onto Jason's and kissing him deeply. Jason surrendered to the kiss, melting in Ben's arms, completely content. Ben's hand began to stroke Jason's thigh and Jason immediately spread his legs wide so that Ben could reach every part of him. Jason's dick was rock hard and he was waiting impatiently for Ben to touch it. Ben moved his hand up Jason's thigh and slipped it under the jockeys, gently stroking Jason. Jason threw his head back and sighed in pleasure, then reached down and practically ripped his underwear off. "Take yours off too," he demanded, and Ben complied happily. As Ben resumed his gentle exploration of Jason's dick, Jason reached out and grabbed Ben's dick, eager to return the favor. Though completely inexperienced at sex play, he had heard more than enough at school to know what to do. He began to move his hand up and down Ben's shaft rapidly, causing Ben to groan in pure arousal. "Jason, I'm gonna come," he moaned. "Good," said Jason in sudden interest. He was aware of what the word meant, but had yet to see it happen. He also knew that it was, apparently, the best part of sex, and therefore was eager to make it happen to Ben. He rubbed faster. "I WANT you to come." Hearing those words, combined with the sudden increased speed, pushed Ben far over the edge. Suddenly his hot sperm was gushing everywhere. Jason, whose eyes had long ago adjusted to the light, watched this in awed amazement. He also took note of the look of intense pleasure on Ben's face, and felt a warm glow of pleasure inside him. HE had done this. HE had made Ben happy. Jason examined his now come-covered hand. He poked at it with the other hand. "Weird," he said. "Sticky." "Sorry," Ben said. "No, it's cool!" Jason brought the hand to his mouth and tasted it tentatively. "Not bad," he said thoughtfully. Ben was overwhelmed at the realization that this gorgeous kid wanted nothing more than to make him happy. "Lie back down, Jason," he said. "I'll show you something that feels really good." Jason immdeiately threw himself back on the pillow and looked at Ben expectantly. Ben smiled at him, then engulfed Jason's dick in his mouth and began to suck it. "Oh....my....God!" Jason exclaimed. throwing his head back in sudden delight. "Ben! That feels great!" Ben continued to suck, at the same time running his hands all over Jason's young body. Jason was in heaven. He had never imagined that he could feel this good, just as he'd never imagined finding an adult who really cared about him. "Ben....oh...oh....OHHH!" Jason's first orgasm rocked his body. Lights whirled in front of his eyes, and his whole world disappeared, lost in the incredible sensation. Ben felt the sudden tightening of Jason's muscles, and waited expectantly. Sam, back home, had been shooting for almost a year, so Ben was ready. But Jason was not mature enough yet, and the orgasm was a dry one. Ben took his head away from Jason's dick and Jason immediately flew into his arms and kissed him wildly. They collapsed next to each other on the bed, breathing heavily, cuddled together as close as they could possibly get. In minutes, both of them had drifted into peaceful, contented sleep, locked in each other's arms. END OF PART I. TO BE CONTINUED... If you reply to this message, your message WILL be *automatically* anonymized and you are allocated an anon id. Read the help file to prevent this.