Date: Tue, 14 Apr 2020 17:37:38 +0200 (CEST) From: John Boyle Subject: John and Frenchie Dear Readers if you like this story please donate to Nifty. They provide a rare service for free and if you want to help resources like this stay online for everyone to enjoy I am sure you can spare a few dollars. Disclaimer: This is a fictional story including sexual acts between a man and a teenage boy. If you are not into that or it is illegal for you to read please leave now. All others please enjoy. Comments welcome at john.boyle(at)tutanota(dot)com There is not a lot of sex in this story - you have been warned :-) John and Frenchie make a promise I was nervous and the length of the trip didn't really make it any better. It takes almost two hours from my place in New Jersey to go to Coney Island by Path and Subway. It would have been much easier to drive by car but Frenchie wanted to meet in the subway station and then walk to the Wonder Wheel because that was his favorite Place in the world. Frenchie wasn't even his real name. Just a nickname he got in elementary school and it stuck. I was wondering if he would finally tell me his real name today. It was our first meeting in person after meeting online almost four weeks ago. We met one late evening in early December on planetromeo. Fewer and fewer people use it these days as the apps have taken over but I still kind of like to go there every now and then mostly to browse profiles but I rarely text with anyone. Frenchie texted me. Only he wasn't Frenchie then. BlackStallion91 texted me. At first I thought this would be some type of hookup message but surprisingly it wasn't. He asked about the headphones I was wearing in one of my profile pics. He said he had never seen anything like that and if they are any good. They were Japanese Headphones from the brand STAX. I explained that they are the best if you like what they do well. Ultra fast transients, amazing clarity and detail but not too much bass. Definately not suited for any type of music. That got us talking about music. Like me Blackstallion91 liked music from every genre but was selective within each category. While I didn't know many of his favorites that was one of the best conversations I had had with a stranger in like forever. I checked his profile but while his photo showed a handsome black man the XXL cock, Top only stats certainly were not what I was looking for. Actually it was kind of nice to have a conversation without the only purpose being to determine sexual compatibilty. After chatting for two hours he said it was almost midnight and he needed to sleep. I asked his name. 'Sean, you?' he wrote back. 'John, nice talking to you Sean' 'Likewise, hey can you send me some xxx pics, I want to jerk off before I sleep' Not what I expected after our conversation but I sent him the only two pics that I had. One full body shot with my face blurred and one close up of my dick. 'Not bad for an old man. Nice cock' he wrote. 'Haha, thanks I guess' 'Don't you want mine?' he asked 'Haha actually no, I really enjoyed talking to you so much I like that impression that I have of you now' I wrote back Silence. He didn't write back. I was disappointed. Such a nice conversation but no sex then no talk. It had happened many times to me before. Well at least he didn't reject me purely because of my age. Handsome 28 year old black guys normally didn't speak to me. I waited for 5 minutes for a response and was ready to sign off but then 'Ping' he responded. 'It was really nice to talk to you, can we do it again?' he wrote 'Sure, I would love to. I thought you had lost interest' 'No no! I am sorry. I felt horny and jerked off to your pictures' 'Oh, in that case I look forward to talking to you again' 'Cool, good night John' 'Good night Sean' The following evening I had barely signed on when I received his message. It almost felt like he was waiting for me to show up. We talked more about music and other interests like PS4 games, movies etc. That went on for about a week. I tried to ask some more personal questions but he was somewhat evasive. He said he was still a student but he didn't like to discuss personal things because he was not out. He didn't like to discuss his personal things but he sure wanted to know a lot about mine. About coming out, past relationships, sexual preferences, stories about sexual encounters. I mean he showed genuine interest in my stories and asked a lot of questions that made me think he was really deeply closeted and it made his XXL Stud profile sound somewhat unrealistic. I called him out on it telling him his profile did not sound very believable to me. He gave me a somewhat crude response in the sense of 'why do you care and none of your business' I tried to explain that I really liked him from our talks but it felt weird to me that I shared many personal things and now was not sure who he was. He just respondend 'Fuck off then' and signed off. That was it. I felt incredibly frustrated. On one hand I had really enjoyed our conversations but on the other hand I now felt like I had been trolled by a fake user. I was getting angry. 'What are these people getting out of it?' I asked myself I was so angry I decided to confront him the next time I saw him online. Only he wasn't. I checked in for a week at our usual 10 pm time but he was never online. I checked in my favorites list every day but his last online date was the date I last talked to him. On day 8 after that his profile was marked as deleted. Damn, I didn't even get a chance to express my anger. I didn't visit Planetromeo for a few days but about a week later maybe the 18th or 19th of December I got bored and signed on again. 'Ping' Message from BlackDude91 'Fuck' I thought to myself 'New name same asshole' I was thinking of just deleting the message without reading it but of course curiosity got the better of me and I opened it. It said 'I am so sorry John, can we please talk?' It sounded nice but I was still pissed 'What the fuck do you want now?' I replied 'I am really sorry. I am so sad today and you are the only one I can talk to' 'Whats wrong?' I asked 'My mom told me today that she has to work through christmas and I will be alone most of the time' 'You are 28 and you still live with your mom?' 'I am 13' was the short reply 'What?' 'I am 13, I am sorry I lied - I use this profile to make people send me pics to jerk off - but then I met you and you were so nice. I didn't know how to tell you the truth' he wrote A picture was attached to the message. It showed a cute skinny black boy with a skateboard under his arm in front of the Wonderwheel in Coney Island. He was wearing a black t-shirt saying Nike SB green kneelong shorts and black and white Vans. His hair was curly and growing out a bit. He had thick eyebrows beautiful eyes a bit of a broader nose and a nice big smile. 'How do I know that's you and you are not just telling me different bullshit now' I asked 'Text this number on Whatsapp' he wrote and sent me a mobile number. I texted 'Hello' to that number. He sent a picture back. It was the same boy in a dark room his face lit by a blue computer light. He was wearing a white t-shirt saying 'Vans' in blue across the chest. He held up a handwritten note saying 'It's me John' with today's date below it. 'Ok! I believe you' I wrote 'and I can't believe I sent you my naked pics and told you my sex stories' 'Relax John, I have seen tons of porn before - but it's a lot nicer if it's a real person and someone you like' That made sense to me but I wanted to change the topic. 'Is your name really Sean?' 'No, it's Frenchie - that's not actually my name either but it's what my friends call me' 'So we are friends?' 'If you still want to be my friend even though I lied to you' 'So what about your mom?' I asked 'She works in the hospital and someone got sick so they gave her all the christmas shifts. She works from 3 PM to midnight normally but on Christmas she now will work double shifts' 'She couldn't say no?' i asked 'Well we need the money and it's a holiday so it's a lot more' 'Well it sucks but I am sure you will survive - I am also alone over Christmas. Just text me if you get bored' I offered. 'Christmas Eve I will have to go to my uncles house - I hate him and my three cousins' he wrote 'They are all homophobic assholes - no they are general assholes. They always make me feel terrible and bully me. But they are the only family we have and with my mom there it's tolerable but alone it's gonna suck' 'Well it's just one evening - just text me if you need anything. I have nothing to do' 'I have nothing to do on christmas day' he wrote. 'Well you have my number now -Just text me anytime or call me if you want' My phone rang - Whatsapp Video Call from Frenchie. I was a bit shocked. 'That's unexpected' I said when I answered 'Well you just said to call you anytime - is it not anytime now?' He smiled into the camera. Seeing him talk and his face come to live made my heart jump. God he was cute. And his voice was actually quite dark and manly not really fitting his boyish face anymore. He had certainly hit puberty a while ago. 'Haha, no of course now is anytime - Nice to meet you Frenchie' 'You look much sexier than your picture' he said. Did he say 'sexier'? 'You look great too' I said 'And I love that picture in front of the Wonderwheel' 'That's my favorite place in the whole world' he said 'I have never been there' I admitted 'You have never been to Coney Island?' 'Yes never, guess I never had a reason' 'Well you should go check it out it's amazing - especially at this time of the year when it's closed' he said 'you practically have the place to yourself' His face lit up talking about it 'I love to go there by myself and look at the ocean' 'So maybe you can go there on Christmas Day' I suggested? 'Maybe' he said He paused. He looked like he wanted to say something else but he didn't. 'Maybe - buuuut?' I asked He looked down and spoke away from the microphone 'Maybe something something' 'Sorry I couldn't hear that' I said He looked up. He looked almost scared ,Maybe you would like to come with me?' he said in a low voice He melted my heart. How could I say no. 'I'd love to' I said. 'Really?' He smiled happily 'Cool, I can show you the best spots!' 'I am looking forward to it' 'Thanks John, I feel a lot better now' he said 'I am glad I could make you feel better' I responded 'and I am really happy you are not an asshole after all and we got to talk again' 'I am really sorry about that' he started saying but I waved him off 'Forget it - it's ancient history and forgotten now' He smiled. He had this shy look again like he wanted to say something else. 'What?' I asked 'Can I ask you something but you have to promise you won't be angry' he said. 'It's very difficult to make me angry' 'ok' he was hesitant 'spit it out' i encouraged him 'Can you show me your cock?' I was shocked and at the same time my cock got hard in my boxers. Before I could say anything he added 'I can show you mine but it's not really XXL' With that he pointed his camera downwards. He was sitting on a desk chair sliding all the way to the front and reclining the back. He pushed up his white shirt and pushed down his shiny blue adidas polyester shorts in the middle so his cock and balls were exposed. There was no hair above his cock or on his balls. His legs looked smooth as well. His cock was not XXL. It looked like it was maybe 4 inches long and standing up proudly above nice round and tight looking balls. Above his lower abdomen there was a nice 4 pack with his lower muscle being more like a 1 pack. I could feel my mouth watering and my throat felt dry. He looked hot. 'Fuck' i accidently said out loud. He moved the camera back to his face 'I know it's small' he said apologetic 'No you are fine!' I said 'Thanks for saying that' 'No serioudly you look great - do you shave there?' He looked uncomfortable 'No - it's a rare medical condition - I cannot grow body hair - I am lucky to have hair on my head and eyebrows - I know it looks terrible - I get teased a lot after gym class' He looked a bit sad. 'I think it looks very sexy' I admitted 'ya sure' he said 'I am serious - you gave me a hardon kid' 'Can I see it?' Against better judgement I pointed the camera down to my boxer shorts. Some precum had created a dark spot on my light blue shorts and it was pretty tentet. Frenchie exhaled audibly 'Wow - show me' he almost whispered I pulled down the front of my boxers like he had done and exposed my throbbing cock and my balls. 'It's huge' Frenchie said 'Not really - must be the angle' I said 'and I do shave it' I explained the absence of hair. Frenchie put his phone on his desk and rolled back with his chair so I got a full body view of him. He pushed down his shorts and kicked them off. He then spit in his hand and started stroking his circumsized cock. I also rolled back and kicked off my boxers. Like him I left my t-shirt on. None of us were talking. We were just watching each other jerk off. After a short while Frenchie started breathing heavily and I thought he was going to cum which send me over the edge. 'Oh fuck' I shouted and shot my load. Only the first spurt had air travel and hit my black t-shirt on my chest. I bent my dick forward and pumped up my cum which ran over my hand down to my ball dripping on the chair. Frenchie got up from his chair and his face came close to the phone. I guess he wanted to see more detail. I rolled forward to make my cum more visible for him. 'Shit John, I am gonna cum' he said. He stepped back and his cock and balls were filling the frame. He shot a stream of cum over the desk and left a white line on the wood. He stepped forward so his cock was over the desk and kept stroking his cock. More cum was flowing out and making a puddle on the desk. He got his chair and rolled it back and put the camera on his face again. So I did the same. He looked a bit embarrassed. 'Everything ok?' I asked 'Yes' he said and smiled a bit akwardly 'This was the first time ever someone saw me jerk off' 'Oh wow' I said 'I had no idea - I feel honored Frenchie' 'Somehow I feel like I can trust you' he responded 'I feel the same about you' I said 'Please don't tell anyone you have seen me cum either' 'Of course not John - I really like your cock though' I gave him a raised eyebrow 'No I mean I like you as a person too' he added 'Don't worry I get it - You are nice and sexy too' He smiled 'It's almost Midnight - my mom will be home soon - can we talk again tomorrow?' 'Of course - just text me - no need for Romeo now' 'Cool, good night John - I am so happy we met again tonight' 'Good night Frenchie - Me too' I threw him a kiss with my hand 'Nite nite' He hung up but a second later sent me a heart smiley on Whatsapp. The next day and the two days after that we chatted and videocalled every night. We played each other music we liked over the phone and talked about all kinds of topics. His school and how he was afraid anyone would find out he was gay, Skateboarding and PS4 games. Frenchie didn't ask anything sexual and also never mentioned our jerk off session. I was fine with it. I genuinly liked him and he was a great addition to my somewhat boring evening life. He listened to my advice or opinion on things and gave me a sense of responsibilty. He was so smart and educated and witty for his age it was just a joy to see him everyday. On the 4th night he brought up the topic again. 'John do you remember our first videochat' 'Of course, it's just a few days ago' 'Ya, I know. I feel like it's a long time ago' He had this concerned look again. 'What's on your mind Frenchie?' 'It's just, I don't know - did u like what we did in the end?' 'I did. Everything ok? What did you think about it' 'I have never done anything except jerk off by myself. That was the first time I did anything with someone else' 'Yes, you mentioned that. Do you feel bad about it?' 'No, no it was great. It was like a confirmation that this is what I want and also I am so happy it was with you because when I am talking to you I am not afraid' 'Afraid of what?' 'Everything - that my dick is too small, that my skin hair conditions freaks someone out, that someone doen't like me back' 'Don't worry Frenchie - I really like you. I liked what we did because you shared that special moment with me not because of size or body hair' 'Yes me too - that's why I want to ask you if I am ready to do more if it can be with you too?' 'What is it you think you are ready for?' I asked 'Are we still meeting in Coney Island on Christmas day?' 'Sure, if you still want that' 'When we meet there can you pretend to be my uncle and give me a hug when we meet?' he said 'and when I take you to a quiet place can I kiss you? I have been thinking about those things since that night' He was so innocent 'Yes and yes nephew' I said with a smile. 'And if I don't want to do anything more than that - can we still be friends?' 'Haha of course' 'you promise?' he asked 'I promise - but you also have to promise me something' 'What?' 'When we meet in Coney Island will you tell me your real name?' 'I promise' He said and smiled We agreed to meet in Coney Island at 9 am. We assumed noone would be there that early on Christmas Day. The next day I went last minute shopping to buy a good headphone for Frenchie as a present. Not a Stax because it would be too expensive but something similar sounding. I spent Christmas Eve by myself. My folks lived far away and although a few friends had offered I didn't want to be a burden to anyone. Since my relationship had ended my social life was somewhat dead. My true friends lived far away and with the couple friends there had been a mutual loss of interest. So I was happy when Frenchie texted me 'I am at my uncle's house - it's soooo boring' 'Haha what are you doing?' 'Nothing really - we had dinner and I helped my aunt in the kitchen - now the others are talking about sports and cars - which I don't know much about so they ignore me' 'Haha, when is your mom picking you up?' 'She cannot make it. She will stay in the hospital and I will stay over here sharing the bedroom with one of my cousins -yay' 'Haha - I am sure you will survive' 'Yes, I think I will leave tomorrow before they even wake up' 'Where are you going?' are asked teasing him 'To Coney Island - you are still coming, right?' he didn't get the joke 'Yes - I will be there as promised - i made a joke' 'Oh, haha ok - looking foward to my kiss' I was going to respond but he texted 'Gotta go!' So I just said 'see you tomorrow' Now here I was on the train with my little present wrapped up and somewhat nervous. 'I will be there in about 20 minutes' I texted Frenchie 'Great I am here already' he wrote 'Can't wait to show you my favorite place in the world - the shooting gallery' he added 'I thought your favorite place is the wonderwheel' I responded 'Just kidding - see you there' he wrote By the time I arrived at the Coney Island Stillwell Ave station there were only a few other people on the train. It was pretty empty as expected. But Frenchie wasn't there. 'Where are you, I am here' I texted him. 'I am waiting outside across the street by the closed Hot Dog stand' I found the exit and crossed the street. Frenchie was standing next to a Hot Dog sign a few shops down in a row of closed food vendor shacks. I waved when I saw him and walked over to him. Wait - was he crying? 'John - Ruuun!' he shouted In that moment a terrible pain shot through my head. My ears were ringing and I fell. Frenchies present got banged out of my hand when I hit the ground. Through the ringing I heard someone shout. Very distant at first but then I understood. 'Fucking Faggot!' I was kicked in the stomach. I raised my arms around my head. I could feel and smell blood. I was kicked again and tried to roll into a fetal positions 'I will kill this faggot' someone shouted Then I could hear Frenchie scream 'Please don't kill him Michael' Then everything went black and silent. I was out. When I woke up I almost could not open my eyes because the light was so bright. After my eyes adjusted I realized I was in a hospital bed. Some tubes were attached to a port in my hand. It was sunny and I was in Manhatten and I had a nice view over the river. I touched the back of my head but it seemed fine. I was trying to sit up but I couldn't. I searched around the bed with my hand and found a button to press. About 30 seconds later two nurses came rushing in 'Oh my god - you are awake' one of them said. 'Do you know who you are?' 'Of course, I am John' I said. The nurse put a finger in front of my face 'Please follow my finger' She moved it from left to right and back and I followed with my eyes. She seemed satisfied. 'Do you know where you are and what happened?' 'I am in Manhatten and I was attacked' I said 'But actually I thought I would be in ICU because I thought they got me pretty good?' The nurses looked at each other 'You were in ICU for the first week' one of them said. 'The first week? How long have I been here?' I was in disbelief 'Almost two month - It is the 20th of February today' the nurse said 'Oh fuck - that's why I can't get up' 'You are actually in pretty good shape for someone sleeping that long' she said 'If it wasn't for your nephew coming here every day for 2 hours cleaning you, lubricating your lips and skin, turning you and moving you bones around all your muscles would have atrophied quite a lot more' 'My nephew?' I must have looked very stupid 'Have you forgotten about him? Your newphew Jean Michel? He is such a well behaved young man. All the nurses love him and he is so dedicated to helping you' 'Ohhh' I said 'Frenchie - he was here?' 'Everday since you left ICU for at least two hours. I am sure he will come today after school as usual and be very happy to see you awake' 'Awsome - What time is it?' I said 'It's 12 he usually comes around 2' the nurse said 'Can I ask you a favor? Dont tell him I am awake yet - I wanna surprise him!' 'You got it!' They took my vitals and explained to me about the next steps. Slowly back to normal food, physical therapy in the hospital first and then at home for a few weeks with regular checkup visits back at the hospital. I was never more relieved to opt for that premium coverage when I made my insurance contract. After that they left me alone and told me to get some rest. But I felt like I had slept long enough and also my thoughts were racing about Frenchie visiting every day. I think I had a pretty good idea what happened that day but of course I wanted to hear the details from him. Pretty much exactly at 2 PM Frenchie showed up and I pretended to be asleep. He came in and walked to my bed. He grabbed my hand and held on to it and then he bent down and gave me a kiss on the forehead. 'Hello Uncle John, you look good today' he said He was talking to the sleeping me! He pulled up a chair and sat at my bedside. He held my hand again and continued 'Did you miss me? I sure missed you! Let me tell you about the day I had in school' I kept my eyes closed but said 'Let me tell you about the day I had in the hospital!' 'aaaah' He jumped up and screamed and his chair fell over backwards. I opened my eyes and looked into a completely shocked face. I smiled. He started crying very hard and sank to his knees and covered his face. 'Can you come and sit with me and hold my hand again?' I said He got his chair and came over. He held my hand with both hands and let his head sink down on it crying in my hand. I squeezed his hands a little saying 'shhh - shhh' a few times until he stopped crying. He still didn't look up. 'So Jean Michel, huh' I said He looked up and nodded 'My mom likes Basquiat' 'The painter' I asked? 'I think she got it from the movie about the painter' he explained. 'I like it better than Frenchie' I said We just held hands and sat there in silence for a minute. We probably both weren't sure were to go from here. 'And now?' he said after a while 'Well now that you told me about your name - don't you want the kiss I promised you?' He did.