The Pervert And The Virgin

To save some readers time I would like to mention there are no love scenes in this story or part thereof. There may be in later parts if reader feedback is encouraging.

Disclaimer: Please do not read this story of a man and a boy who choose to become lovers if it is illegal and/or socially or religiously unacceptable within the society you currently find yourself. Please do not read this if the love between a grown man and a boy is likely to upset you. However, if you should decide to go ahead and read what I have written please do so with the awareness you have chosen to do so of your own free will. The story is entirely fictitious and any resemblance to anybody alive or dead is purely accidental.

Nifty relies on donations to keep you entertained and provide me with a forum to hone my skills and also to promote my writing. My thanks to Nifty and the generous donors who keep it running. Now for the promised plug and request for help from readers.

The subject of teen suicide is one I'd like to help diminish. Unfortunately it is unlikely this tragedy will ever be completely removed from society. What I am hoping to do is establish a non-profit dimension to a regular business that will fund a safe house for teens. My initial thought is this will combine an urban house with a country retreat where counseling, healing, life skills and a safe hang out area will be offered to teens. A basic non-judgmental philosophy of applied metaphysics will be offered to assist teens in learning how to make decisions. One of my current writing projects is an e-book about applying meditation and other philosophical teachings to one's life in a practical, self-empowering way.

My skills seem to be more intuitive and creative than business oriented. I am well aware of my limitations and would be most grateful for assistance in the business realm with regards to establishing the business structure for this non-profit. The initial size of the venture will be determined by the initial funding I can generate. A percentage of the earnings from the business will be used to expand the business and support the non-profit side of my venture. Please write to me if you'd like to discuss this in greater detail.

While I am working on this project I'd like to be able to support myself through my writing and other skills in energy work. Custom themed work, longer pieces of erotica and e-books are what I have in mind. However, I have no idea what you, dear reader, would like to read. Do you enjoy a story like this where it is about the dynamics of a relationship or do you want the simple, sweaty sex-centered stories or some of both? How much kink, if any, would you like to see in a story? Please feel free to write to me with requests and if you have any skills in marketing of written material or energy work I'd welcome your assistance.

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After a long, cold winter it was good to sit in the park. The sun was warm on my skin. There wasn't a hint of a breeze. A perfect Saturday afternoon to spend ogling a group of topless boys playing basketball. They were all in my favorite age group – early and mid teens. Their exertions had coated their bodies with a light sheen of sweat. The heat I was feeling was an internal one as I absently let my gaze wonder over the group. Stopping here to admire a cute butt before pausing to lose myself in the eyes of another boy.

“You pervert,” he hissed at me.

“I am,” I agreed mildly glancing to my right. There stood one of the younger boys who had been playing earlier. Glancing at him I remembered it was his ass that had caught my attention. Although his basketball shorts were long they were made from a material that caused them to cling to his sweat drenched body.

“Yes, you are,” he stated flatly.

“Relax, young man, that was me agreeing with you not asking you,” I said smiling at him.

“What? You admit it?” he asked perplexed.

“Absolutely. Of course it all depends on your definition of a pervert. Do you mean an older guy who stares at half-naked young boys with thoughts of having sex with them?”

“Yes,” he said his tone softening at my approach to the subject. No doubt he expected me to get defensive about being called a pervert.

“Then I have to confess I am a pervert. You, young man, are in the company of the most dangerous pervert for somebody like you.”

“Really? What makes you the most dangerous pervert?”

“My honesty and a liking for sex with boys your age and shape.”

“How can a pervert be honest?” he asked.

“Well,” I said offering him my water bottle. “I know who I am and I've made peace with my monstrous side. Unlike you.”

“You don't know me so you can't say that,” he retorted hotly just as I'd intended with that last comment.

“Oh, I know you quite well. Why don't you take a seat next to me and I'll tell you the honest truth about yourself that you are trying to deny. Go on have a seat. I won't bite you yet. That's better.

The most challenging part of your life is when you have to shower with the guys after gym or sports practice. You live in fear of them seeing you look at their naked bodies a little too long. You worry you will get a hard on and they will call you gay. They will do this even though at your age erections are a way of life for most of the day.

Thankfully when you jack off with a friend while watching porn he doesn't have to know you are fantasizing about being the girl in the video. Her lips wrapped around his cock become your lips wrapped around his cock. The cock sliding into her wet pussy is sliding into your tight asshole.

You may even go so far as to call her a bitch or whore or slut all the while wishing somebody was calling you dirty names. Sure you say she's got a cute ass or she's got hot legs just to put your jack off buddy at ease. Deep down inside though you wish you could be honest enough to say he's got a great ass or he's got a wonderful cock.

Keeping your jack-off buddy at ease is very important. Rumors are taken as truth all to easily at school. One comment from your friend implying you might be gay is all it will take to make your life at school a living hell. Then you must consider the more you keep him at ease the more often you will get to see some cute guy your age naked in an activity where your gaze can linger a little longer. His cock is not only hard but being stroked. You get to see cum spurting from his throbbing cock and unload your own cum. All in the presence of another naked guy in a situation where you need not be afraid of being called gay. Amazing the safety provided by a simple porn video depicting straight sex.

Throughout it all you must restrain yourself from offering to suck his dick when he comments how he'd like to be the guy in the video. You squirm when your buddy mentions how he'd love to fuck her tight ass because you would like nothing more than to offer him your ass. Yes, you'd love to be his whore and the whore of his friends. The frustration builds each time you guys jack off together. Still the best you can do is wait in the hope he will ask if it's OK for his friend to come watch porn with you guys. Obviously the suggestion must be his. You cannot take the chance.

The irony is you go to a church every Sunday where they espouse the virtues of being honest. The school tells you honesty is the best policy. Your folks tell you to be honest. Everybody is saying to be honest as if it is the easiest thing in the world. Instinctively you know this policy of honesty being best does not apply to expressing your turmoil about being gay. No matter how honest you are the church will shy away from you if you admit you are gay. The friends you have at school will turn their backs on you and treat you badly even if teachers praise your courage in coming out. On top of it all you know how much better it fees if you are living an honest life but you have to keep on with the facade of what they want no matter how dishonest. After all it is all about survival before all else.

Some guys distract themselves from facing the issue by doing drugs or drinking their way through their teenage years. The moment they are old enough they move out. They go to a new city where finally they can enter a gay relationship. There is the added burden now of a drug or alcohol problem. The price they thought it worth paying to avoid all the issues of being a gay teen. A few guys will spend their allowance on girl's clothing and makeup. When they have the house to themselves they will enjoy a few hours dressed up as a girl. Sometimes they may even go out wearing girl's underwear if they are especially daring. There is always a heavy price to pay in suppressing anything.

Unfortunately for you the challenge is the greatest one of all. I get the sense you have a strong streak of integrity within you. You do not lie very well. There is no way you could indulge in drugs or drink for very long without getting caught. The way you approached me today means you will find dressing in girl's clothing insufficient to satisfy your needs. Now if you had a sister to humiliate you while you were dressed as a girl this might be enough but even if you have a sister you cannot approach her. What if she tells your Mom or one of her friends? The risk is too great.

What will happen is unavoidable. There is such a strong core of honesty within you that you will create a situation where the truth will be revealed. You may not do it consciously. This is very unlikely. When it happens you will think it is a complete disaster. You will believe your life is ruined. Only if you make it through mostly intact to begin living an honest life then you will admit you feel better for having it out in the open. The truth, as you already know, is that you cannot call yourself honest if there is the slightest trace of dishonesty in some area of your life. What would you think if a friend said his lawn was weed free but you were looking at the single weed right in the middle of the lawn?

So my cute young pervert acknowledger you are busy stewing. No doubt it is a lovely stew that has you as the main ingredient. Yes, I'd love to enjoy a bowl or two but we are talking metaphorically not literally yet. Only you can decide what it is you will do to resolve this uh tension.

My own experience has been to soften the blows by being conscious of whatever I am experiencing no matter how monstrous. I'd suggest you learn this lesson earlier in life than I did. Taking my time learning how important this was to living a more relaxed life led to me having a lot of regrets and missed opportunities.

Nobody can live your life for you as appealing as it is at times. The ball is in your court for you to play. Do you walk away from it or swing at it or lick it? Until you act you will feel uncomfortable living a dishonest life. This doesn't make you a bad person no more than resolving this matter will make you a good person. I choose to indulge in what most people call bad or perverted activities because it is the only path I have found that leaves me feeling I live an authentic life. Being true to yourself doesn't always mean living a good life.”

We sat in silence for several minutes after I was done. I drank some water as I waited for his questions. He did seem to be giving what I said serious consideration which was flattering. Little did he know everything I attributed to him was exactly what I had gone through at his age. Somethings were best left unsaid.

“Do you come here often?” he finally asked.

“Yes, I stay right alongside the park in those apartments,” I said pointing to the apartment building across the street.

“Does your apartment have a view of the park?”

“Yes, it does.”

“Then why do you come here and run the risk of people recognizing you as a pervert?” he asked definitely puzzled by why I would take such a big risk.

“Because I like the sounds and smells of you lovely young boys. Amongst other things.”

“Other things?”

“Hard to pick up or be picked up by a young boy if he cannot see or talk to me.”

“You've had a boy from the park go home with you?” he asked curiously.

“A few brave souls have brightened my life in the past. Right now it has been quite a while since I got my greedy paws on a hot, sweaty boy” I said and sighed dramatically. “This most dangerous pervert is a very lonely pervert right now. Starved of lustful partners in my lair I'll soon wither and die.”

“I doubt that,” he laughed. Then he questioned me about what I liked about the boys still playing on the court. Ass, eyes, flat stomach. That one I'd suck dry. He's tall enough for me to bend over my desk and fuck. What man could resist spanking that cute ass? You're joking about that guy. He is ancient and withered on the vine. I think he must be at least twenty. Wink.

“You really think it is as simple as being honest?” he asked earnestly.

“Yes, I do. This is the greatest kindness you can ever give yourself but being kind is surprisingly challenging in this society of ours which is so caught up in right and wrong. You must decide if the discomfort of living with a little dishonesty is more acceptable than the discomfort arising from kindness and honesty.”

“Will you help me learn to live and honest life?” he asked me looking up at me.

“I am a pervert,” I reminded him.

“Even a monster can be kind and gentle to the ones it loves.”

“Then I'd be honored to be your perverted professor. When would you like your first lesson?”

“Now before I lose my nerve,” he answered and surprised me by reaching out to take hold of my hand. “Where did you say the classroom was?”

Hand-in-hand we walked down the pathway towards the large glass-clad apartment complex where a thousand square foot apartment would soon be transformed into love-nest. A nest where one monster would draw forth the beast in a much younger kindred soul.