Date: Sun, 20 Aug 2023 04:53:25 +0000 From: Vance Von Jungsburg Subject: Lonely Idol (Gay/Adult-Youth) Please donate to Nifty. They've been hosting these stories for decades. I have other stories on Nifty listed in the prolific authors section under Vance Von Jungsburg. If you like the story or have comments, please send me a note and I'll respond: vereinington@protonmail.com. LONELY IDOL I had trouble concentrating at rehearsal tonight - the band was hitting the groove and the backup dancers were getting into it, but I kept making bonehead mistakes. I knew Jimmy was back at the high rise condo on Wilshire, sick with a tummy ache from those big ice cream sundaes we got from McConnells this afternoon. He was usually hanging out at the studio during rehearsal, playing Super Nintendo in my dressing room and eating the snacks that Nelson put in the fridge for me and the boy, but tonight at rehearsal I felt a big hole in my heart the shape of Jimmy. Yannik drove me back to the condo in the pouring rain, being careful to cover me with a big umbrella when we got into the car. He knew I didn't feel like talking, so he stayed quiet. When we pulled into the driveway there were still a few fans hanging out in front of the building even though it was heavy rain. He parked right under the portico close to the front doors and Henry ran out real quick and got me into the lobby. I rode the elevator up to the top floor alone. There was hardly ever a time when I wasn't surrounded by people There was hardly ever a time when I didn't feel lonely. Jimmy was really my only friend. I had to knock on my own front door because Yannik had the keys. It seemed like forever but Frieda finally opened it. "You look tired. You want some vegetable soup?" she asked. I laughed, because she always pronounced "vegetable" like "weshtabull." "How's Jimmy?" I asked. "He felt better tonight. I made him a grilled cheese sandwich," she said. "He's sleeping in your bed." I kissed her on the forehead. "Thank you, Frieda," I whispered. Then I went to my suite. The only light in the room was from the TV. The sound was turned off and It was playing the episode of "I Love Lucy" where Lucy goes to Italy and crushes grapes. It was one of my favorites. I could see Jimmy was asleep, lying on his side with the blanket up to his shoulders. He was shirtless. I knew he'd be wearing the DuckTales briefs with blue bands around the waist and leg openings. I was wearing the same pair of briefs under my black stovepipe pants. Fortunately my slim waist fit the boys' size XL - Jimmy's little twelve-year-old waist wore a medium. I went into my bathroom and shut the door before I turned on the light. I looked in the mirror: horrible (well, more horrible than my usual hideous self). I washed off the makeup with Clinique and I looked even uglier. My patchy skin tone was getting out of hand. I made a mental note to make another appointment with Dr. Klein. After a quick shower I threw on some silk pajama bottoms with no underwear, then turned off the light and crept into bed. I couldn't sleep. Another episode of "Lucy" had started. It was the one where she goes to Hollywood and eats at the Brown Derby. Even though the sound was off, I knew what everyone was saying. I'd seen this one two hundred times. Jimmy must have sensed I was there. He had been facing away from me, but after a few minutes he turned on his other side. I saw his eyes crack open. "Hey!" he smiled. "I missed you tonight." "How you feelin', little man?" I whispered. "Better. Frieda made me grilled cheese," he said. "That's good. I was worried." Jimmy reached out and took my hand. I felt my heart grow in my rib cage when I saw our matching rings - silver with a square-cut diamond. How had an ugly guy like me found such a beautiful boy? "I gotta pee," Jimmy said, slipping out of bed. I watched him walk across the bedroom wearing nothing but the pair of tight cartoon briefs. The twelve-year-old was a young god, compact and toned with creamy white skin and an ass that any woman would envy. And what he had tucked away in the front of his underwear was impeccable. When he was soft it looked like a little boy penis, but when he got aroused it grew to an impressive rod. It was the perfect size to hit the back of my throat when I sucked him. When Jimmy returned to bed he glanced at the tent-pole holding up the sheets above my groin. "I feel OK now..." he said. I knew what he was getting at. Jimmy reached over and grasped my penis. I let out a high pitched "ooh!" just to make him laugh. It was the same sound I made to punctuate a moment when I was on stage. Jimmy pulled the sheets down and stroked me through the silky fabric of the pajama bottoms. His tongue stuck out the corner of his mouth when he was concentrating on something. It was an adorable, unconscious gesture. "Let's get these off," he said in a falsetto, mimicking the same thing I'd said to him a hundred times as I removed his tight briefs or wet swim suit. I lifted my ass and let the boy pull down the pajamas. My penis was one of the few features I was proud of. Long and straight, my foreskin almost disappeared when I was at full erection. Jimmy returned to stroking me, this time with both hands. I noted the contrast between his creamy white skin and my mahogany colored dick. How did this boy not find me disgusting? I was reminded of how lucky I was that I'd found a boy like this. When Jimmy leaned over and took me into his mouth I saw his long dark lashes - that was the first thing I'd noticed when I saw the boy at the TV shoot. Those big dark lashes and Bambi-deer eyes. His warm, wet mouth sent pleasurable signals through my nervous system to my brain. Jimmy could only work about a third of my penis with his mouth, but he used his hands to stroke my shaft and fondle my balls. I was getting close. "Jimmy," I whispered, "I don't wanna cum yet." "Are we gonna do like we did last night?" the boy asked. "Only if you want to..." "Yeah," he said. "That's what couples do." "Get the slip'n'slide outta the bathroom," I instructed him. Jimmy returned with the bottle of lube and handed it to me. I noticed the tent in his briefs. "Let's get these off," I said in the highest falsetto I could manage. We both laughed. I pulled his briefs down to his thighs. His erection bounced as it cleared the blue waistband. Jimmy threw himself on the bed and looked up at the ceiling. I knelt between his legs and lifted them, then leaned in and licked his bottom. He started bucking his hips with a gentle motion. I inserted a finger as delicately as I could, feeling the warm, moist tunnel that would seen be encompassing my cock. I shuddered in anticipation and stuck another finger in. Jimmy made a squeaky moan and I felt my penis lurch. The view of the naked boy with a rigid erection and long eyelashes was sublime. Jimmy's ball sack looked like a little apricot. I leaned in and gave it a lick. It was time. I lubed up my penis and the boy's ass, then rubbed my erection up the cleft of his bottom. Using one hand to guide myself and the other to hold his legs up by his ankles, I began prodding at his bowels. It had taken some work last night, and in frustration I'd finally delivered a hard thrust before giving up - but that was all it took. It was like ripping off a band-aid, and suddenly I was buried deep inside of Jimmy. I repeated last-night's motion, giving a forceful thrust. My core was solid and well muscled from the years of strenuous dancing my career required, and in an instant I was inside my boy. This was the second time we'd consummated our partnership. "Finally, really making love," Jimmy whispered, repeating my own words from the previous night. The warm, tightness of Jimmy's ass enveloped my hard cock, delivering waves of pleasure through my lower body. I increased the tempo, and used my free hand to stroke the young boy's erection. Erotic particles began pooling in my midsection and legs, building up like snow on a cliff, ready to burst forth in an avalanche of release. Jimmy's ass felt hot and wet and insistent. When the avalanche hit, it coursed through my body like an electric surge, beginning in my extremities and moving through my penis and into Jimmy's body. The boy began to shudder and his rigid penis jerked with a dry orgasm. I fell forward onto the boy, spent. As our heavy breaths began to subside Jimmy whispered, "Michael, I love you." "I love you, too, Jimmy," I said, in a quiet voice. My brown hands stroked his silky, straight hair. "Such a PYT..." I whispered. END