Date: Wed, 20 Dec 2017 19:48:35 -0700
From: Rocky Hawkins <justwriting@soniq.org>
Subject: Adult Youth - They Both Wanted Each Other

Title: They Both Wanted Each Other
Email: justwriting@soniq.org

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Dade.

That's my name. I am 12 years old. I know what most people think of kids my
age. All I care about is video games. I don't know what the world is
about. I couldn't possibly know what I want, right?

Well you are wrong. So many levels of wrong. As in #Wrong.

I know exactly what I want. And I'm working on getting it.

You see, I'm gay. Not as big a deal as it was when you were growing
up. Now, it's no big deal. I didn't event have to `come out'. On my 12th
birthday, my Dad sat me down to give the `birds and bees' talk. He knew I
was already jerking off, likely from the computer history or the sticky
socks in the laundry.

"Dade," He stammered, "I know your body is changing, and you've already
seen plenty on tv and online.."

I was embarrassed, of course. I mean, I wanted to know stuff, but I still
didn't want to talk to my DAD about it. He was old! But, he was cool.

"...So, here's the deal. One day, you're gonna want to try to explore with
another... person. You'll want to do things that will feel really good, but
I need you to keep one thing in mind. Think with your head, not your
dick. Because you can't undo things in life, and they don't have cures for
everything." He stopped, pulled out a pack of condoms and lube, handed them
to me.

I almost lost it. My face was So hot, I couldn't believe that my father had
just given me this stuff. I still haven't said a word, so he continued.

"It's 2016; back in my day, my Dad just handed me rubbers and told me not
to get girls pregnant. I want you to be armed a bit better. No matter
who.. boys or girls... you decide to be intimate with... I just want you to
know that you CAN say no. Do only what feels right, and what you are ready
for. Don't let anyone TAKE that choice from you, ok?"

For the first time, I nodded and could only say, "Thanks , I guess. I
mean.. I get it, Dad."

He waited. Was he expecting more?

I stammered. "Uh, I'm not having sex Dad. Uhm, there's not even
any.. one... on the plate."

He sighed, and smiled a bit. "Well, I'm here if you want to answer any
questions. One more thing..."

I blinked.

"Yeah, uh. Lay off the online porn on the house computers. Or at least use
your phone. Your mother doesn't need to see 2 dudes jerking each other off
in the recent history snapshots... ok?"

I died. #Dead. I fell back on the bed, and just covered my face.

Dad laughed, and walked to the door. "Dade, we all jerk off, and we all
watch porn. It's normal. Just keep it more private, ok?"

So that was fun. But the whole time, I felt bad that I had played ignorant.

You see, I already knew about condoms. He was right, I did watch porn. And
I was jerking off about 3 times a day! But, I also had already did my
research. I knew what it took to have sex. I knew what it was gonna feel
like, why lube was important - I knew it all. I was as ready as a virgin
could be, and my 5" dick was hard every morning, hoping for the day when I
could use it with another guy.

I knew exactly who I wanted, too. You see, I wasn't just a horny 12 year
old. I was already in love.

Doug.

That's his name. 4 years ago, his family moved in next door. He was 20 at
the time, but he didn't actually move in the same time they did. In fact, I
didn't even see him until about 6 months after they moved in.

I'll never forget the first time I saw him, though. I was just about to
turn 9, and at the time, both of my parents were working at our family
diner in town all day. After school, I would come to the diner, find a
booth in the corner, and do my homework, play DS, or otherwise keep myself
busy. When I was 11, they finally started letting me go home alone, but I'm
so glad I was stuck there that day.

One night, about 8pm, I was working on a diorama of the Solar System,
holding styrofoam to a wire, waiting for glue to dry... when he walked in.

If I hadn't been gay before, his physique flipped the switch. This man,
this tall, handsome form, walked into the diner, in full army fatigues. He
was 5'11, sandy blonde hair, with a look that i've heard many times as
being called `boyishly charming' or, `boy-next-door'. Which is funny, since
he lives next door.

Anyway, he walked in with a big bag over his shoulder, and it looked like
he was carrying the another person, it was so big. But, he carried it with
complete ease.

His walk was casual but strong. He nodded politely to my mother, who waved
him to the table diagonal from me, and he sat down gently. This man was
everything you imagine an army man to be. He was built, had big army boots
on, and seemed to bulge everywhere.

Even back then, I was looking at other guys' bulges, because I was
incredibly curious about them. It wasn't until last year that I understood
why, but I knew even then that I wanted to see what this guy was hiding
behind the heavy clothes.

So, when he sat down, Mom brought him some water and a menu, and turned to
look at me. "Dade! quit `yer starin'. Let the man alone, can't you see he
just got back from a mission?"

I blinked and blushed. I didn't realize I had been staring, but clearly it
had been a while, because my fingers were now stuck to the hanger along
with Jupiter.

When Mom walked away, the man looked over at me. He noticed I was
stuck. With a smirk on his face, he winked at me. It was enough to fluster
me, for sure, and my clumsy self dropped Mars and Saturn on the floor. I
was still trying to get my fingers un-stuck, and the man rushed over to
stop Mars from rolling to the bathroom.

Handing them back to me, he commented. "Looks like quite the solar system
there! I'm Doug."

I grabbed the red planet from him, and put it back in the shoebox to stop
it from rolling. I smiled at the man, realizing that this whole thing was
just silly. "I'm Dade, and it's actually not just the solar system. It's
going to be a long term example of the effects on solar winds and the
changes comets cause on gravity as it passes large bodies."

Mom came over, with a little smidge of concern on her face. "Dade, now,
don't bother the man. I'm sorry sir, he's our little genius, but he's also
a bit hungry in the attention department. Your food will be right up."

I grimaced at my Mother for saying that, and Doug noticed. He whispered,
"It's ok little man. I like the attention too. Stare all you want."

That made me smile, and he sat back at his table. I stopped working, and
watched him eat. He had picked up the newspaper and was casually reading,
when my father stopped over to ask how he liked the food.

As they talked, I found out all about him. I pretended to clean up my table
as I listened. He was on leave from the army, come home to visit his
parents. They hadn't come home from work yet, so he was passing the
time. He had a few more years left in the service, so he was just here for
a couple days. It was that night I also found out he was the mystery son of
our neighbors. I may be a genius, but not everything clicks immediately. My
parents, up until now, had seemed to think that they were pretentious.  But
that's a whole other story. Doug thanked them for the hospitality, and
shook hands before meeting his own family outside.

Fast Forward.

Doug came home a couple more times, and each time, he would stop in the
diner, have a burger and a milkshake. And each time, I was more and more
fascinated by him. He grew more and more sexy each time. Over the course of
time, I had learned that my feelings for him were not just curiosity. I was
crushing on him hard.

When I started jerking off, my first orgasm was to a picture of him. I had
found his Facebook, and he happen to have a number of pictures of himself
with his army buddies. He was shirtless, and his abs made a very sexy 4
pack. He still had some softness to his frame, and all I could picture was
him holding me in those big arms. After I discovered porn, I started
thinking about what else he could do to me.

So now you know. I want him. I know what I want, and I am now prepared to
do it. With him.

And this was the week. I was armed with lube, and condoms, and three days
without so much as a rub. I promised myself I was going to be anything he
wanted. I had to just figure out.. you know, how to get him to want ME.

Of course, here it was, already Thursday, and no sign of Doug. I walked
home from the diner that night, frustrated and horny. Maybe I should just
take a couple looks at Doug tonight...?

Our house shared a common porch with the Wilsons, Doug's parents. As I was
unlocking the deadbolt, Mrs. Wilson came out. "Oh, hello, Dade. Staying at
the diner again?"

I just nodded, wiggling the lock. When the door finally opened, I looked
back to see Mrs. Wilson was struggling with a bag. I left the keys in the
lock, and went to help. It was the garbage night. I carried it to the curb
for her.

"Why thank you, Dade. Doug was supposed to be here to help; you know
Mr. Wilson isn't the best these days. I think he'll be here late tonight,
but you know how early the trash man comes. Would you be willing to earn a
few dollars here and there? I could really use some help around here when
Doug isn't home?"

I nodded again, and she smiled. We both went into our own houses, and I
flicked on Netflix.

It was about 7:30 when I heard the bell ring next-door. I peeked out the
window, and there he was. Doug didn't have keys, so I knew it would be
him. His mom greeted him at the door warmly, letting him in.

I finished the season finale of Stranger Things, and checked my phone. Mom
had texted me. 'Wedding party. 30 people just came in. Will be home
late. NO stove! Microwave only. Sleep by 10. ILY.'

My Mom used to come home at 6 every night, taking an hour from the diner to
make me dinner. Now that I am 12, she's given me the freedom to take it on
myself. They used to clock out by 9 - now they stay open until midnight. I
knew I would have plenty of alone time, if I wanted, it...?

I ran upstairs and took a shower. The house was cold, but I had filled the
bathroom with hot steam. When I got out, the full length mirror had fogged
up. I wiped it down, and took a look. I was a cute guy. I mean, not full of
myself, but everyone kinda tells me that all the time. The combination of
blue eyes, and blonde hair that likes to fall in front of my face? Well,
I'm not gonna lie. I may have used my looks to get a free dessert once or
twice.

Now that I am 12, my body was starting to grow into itself. My height
kicked in over the summer; I was now 5'4", and had a pretty good build. I
twisted in front of the mirror. The baby fat around my tummy was gone, and
if I flexed, I could see a small, but respectable muscle in my arms.

My eyes followed my thin chest down to my stomach, and I noticed that my
body was starting to grow hair more and more. I had a small bush just above
my dick, and with this twisting, my hips made my butt have a dimple on the
right side. I gave my junk a couple tugs, and it started to harden. I
wasn't sure for sure what was 'right' for my age, but from all the porno- I
mean research- I knew that 6" was pretty normal, and anything more was a
bonus for adults. I felt like my size, 5", was pretty good for a guy like
me.

I started to wonder what Doug was like. Did he have abs? Does he have a big
one? I wonder if it's gonna hurt? Or.. what if he doesn't do that? What if
he.. wants ME to do him?

My hard-on was full blast now, and I got back in the shower. I slammed my
eyes shut, and turned on the water. Cold. No hot. Arrrrgh. Hard-on
solved. I dried quickly and grabbed my basketball shorts. Dade shirtless in
the house was something that was a common fight. "Geez, Dade, put some
clothes on!" Mom would always say. It's not like I was flaunting. I've just
never liked too many clothes. Too restricting.

Mac-n-cheese was on the menu. It's all we had that didn't require the
oven. Not a bad choice, honestly. I poked through Twitter as the microwave
whirred. My hand reached to my crotch, and I could feel it start to
stir. Not that it wasn't being stimulated. Twitter had some pretty 'fun'
stuff on it.

Just as the microwave dinged, the doorbell rang. What?

I set my phone aside, heading for the door. I peeked out; it was Doug! He
was at the door, hands behind him, with perfect posture. I took the
opportunity to look him up and down. His hair was damp, and like me, he had
let it grow a bit longer. I questioned for a minute how he was able to have
hair like that in the Army, but it looked good on him. His hair was dark;
he had a grit jaw line, and his neck made no secret of his jugular. Solid
from there all the way down, he wore a loose t-shirt, and a pair of cargo
shorts. He was barefoot. I looked at his eyes in the light of the porch
lamp. They were green, but they also sparkled a bit. I felt my heart
skip. He was perfect.

I pulled on the door, and as soon as I did, I regretted it. I had forgotten
how much 'fun' I was feeling just a moment ago; the front of my shorts
grazed the door, and I felt my face go flush. I was still hard, and with no
underwear on, my shorts were just a TENT. Shit.

I tried to hide myself behind the door as it opened. "Hey, Doug?" I said.

"Hey, Dade! Buddy! Long time, right?" He said. His hand reached for the
screen, and opened it. "Mind if I come in?"

I blanked. I couldn't move.

"Is.. that ok?" He asked, again.

I shook off a bit, and pulled the door open wider. I backed up, keeping my
body between the door and the walkway. I was basically pinning myself. He
chuckled as he walked by. I noted that he had a small bag with him.

He made his way to my kitchen, setting the bag on the table. I followed
behind him. "Uh, what's up?" I managed to croak.

"Well, here's the thing. My ma told me you helped her today," he said,
opening the bag. He pulled out some carrots, an onion, and a slab of
meat. "And your mom called her, said you'd be alone for dinner."

I blinked, and came up to the table. My hands were still in front of me, my
hard-on refusing to go down.

"So," he said, satisfied with his selection, "I'm here. To make you
dinner. Both as a thank you, and because it sucks to eat alone. If... If
that's ok?"

I blinked. Then I nodded. Then I tried to speak. "You dinner? I mean, you
cook? I'm not allowed to use the stove alone. They think I'm a kid."

Doug looked me up and down, paused for a second, and with a smirk,
spoke. "Well, I can tell you're no kid. You've grown quite a bit. And
pretty damned smart, as I recall."

I blushed. He spun around, opening cabinets and looking for spices. He
grabbed a pan and some butter, and before I knew it, he was busy making the
house smell delicious.

I took a quick moment to throw on underwear and a shirt. When I came back,
he frowned. "No need to get dressed up on my behalf, buddy. I've seen it
all in the barracks, trust me."

I smiled. He smirked. Dinner was delicious. He filled me in about how he
was deployed; how he didn't have to kill anyone, thankfully. How he missed
being home, seeing his family. He asked me about school. He complimented me
on my growth. He even tried to ask me if I had a girlfriend.

"Nah, I'm not really - uhh. No, I don't really have anyone I want to date
right now," I stammered.

"Well, ok. So, maybe not to date," he smiled, chewing on the last bit of
his potato. "But, well, let's be honest. You held the door open earlier
with your dick. You clearly want to get laid." He laughed.

I am dead. #Dead. He noticed, even at the door!

"Dude, really, don't worry. We all get that way," he leaned back in his
chair, and began to gently rub his tummy. "Damned, that was good. Thanks
for the company, Dade, I don't get to converse much when I'm deployed. It's
all, eat, sleep, shit, fight."

I caught myself staring. With his shirt up a bit, I could see the faint
line of hair. The trail that leads to everything I've ever wanted. His
hand, now just resting on his waistband, only inches from everything I
need.

"Dade," my eyes flicked up. Shit.

"Oh, uh, yeah. Dinner was good," I said. Was that what he asked?

He laughed, then sat forward. He put both arms on the table, and I started
to panic a little. I didn't know what he said.

"Okay, little man. Let's chat here." I gulped. "You're body, and your eyes,
are telling me a LOT more than what you told me earlier."

I blushed. I felt like he saw right through me. I began to breathe heavy. I
stood up, taking the two plates and the pan from dinner, moving to the
sink. I was so confident on Monday. I thought, 'hey, I'll seduce him. I'll
be so cute, he'll just drop the sexy girlfriend or whatever, and be mine.'
Now, I can't even look at him.

I turned on the water, filling the sink with soapy suds. "Uh, so, thanks so
much for the dinner, Doug. Mom doesn't ever cook steaks for us." I rattled
the plates, and kept my head down.

The chair behind me squeaked. "When will they be home, Dade?" Doug asked. I
pulled in more soap and grabbed the scrubby.

"They said they had like a 30-top. That usually means at least a couple
extra hours of work and cleanup. Maybe like 1am or so." My hands began to
scrub the pan, water splashing all over.

Doug stood up. I could feel his shadow against the overhead light. He took
a step back, and pushed in the chairs. One by one, he walked around the
table. When he finished, he leaned against the counter. I was facing the
sink, he was inches from me, facing the kitchen. His waist was the perfect
height against the counter, and his arms were folded.

"Dade," he said. I flicked my hair from my face. He reached over, turning
off the water. "Dade."

I set the pan into the water, but I couldn't look over at him. "Yeah," I
whispered.

"Can you keep a secret?" He asked. I nodded. "No, I mean. Can you keep a
BIG secret? Like, not your mom, not your dad, no one can know?"

I dared to look over. His hands were holding his body against the counter,
his bare feet reaching out to the chair in front of him. He was fumbling
with the edges, and I looked up at him. "Sure, Doug. I can keep secrets."

He looked at me, and let go of the counter. His hand reached to my face,
and gently, he pushed the hair from my face. "Do you like me, Dade?" He
whispered.

I melted. #puddle. The touch of his hand on my face, the question - it was
too much. My hands fell into the water. I felt my whole body get flush. My
voice cracked, I needed to tell him. "You're.. perfect," I said.

His response was amazing. His hand, once on my face, went to my
shoulder. His other, matching on my other shoulder. He pulled me to him,
and I felt my head against his chest. We were now standing together, and
his heartbeat pounded in my ear thought his strong, tight chest.

My soaking wet hands wrapped around him, the first time hugging him. He
slid down from my shoulders to my back, feeling my own tight shoulders.

We didn't move for a few moments. His lips, warm and soft, met the top of
my head. He gently kissed me, holding me tight as he did. He pulled back,
my hold releasing. I tried to pull forward, but his arms directed me
back. He took my chin, lifting it. I met his eyes, and he looked into
me. #LookedDeep. I felt it, in my heart. He was searching for something.

"What... What is that in your mind, Dade?" He asked. I fluttered. I had to
tell him.

I shook a bit, but he held me tight. Secure. The flood gates opened. I felt
a tear, but began. "Doug, like, the first time I saw you. The first time
you touched Mars - I was hooked. You were the most amazing person I've ever
seen. You are strong, and smart, and funny. You made me feel like I was not
just a nerdy kid. For years, you always took time to talk to me at the
diner. You know more about me now, in this last hour, than anyone. And,
I'm.. I'm gay. I like guys. Well," I sniffled, and he actually wiped a tear
from my face. "I like one guy. For years now. He's the only one I think
of. Every picture, all the like, pornos... it's always the same face. It's
always that one that puts me over the edge..."

I pulled from him, and without effort, he let me go. He began to speak, but
I grabbed my phone. With a flick of my thumbprint, I unlocked. There, on
the main screen, under a row of icons, was a torso. Army fatigues on the
bottom, perfect stomach and chest leading up to a neck. No face.

"I... had to hide the face..." I said. I opened the settings, letting him
watch as I went to the wallpaper. There, I hit edit. There, he saw my
crush. There, exposed to him, was his own picture. "I found it on
Facebook. You posted it three weeks ago."

He looked at the photo, then at me. He smiled. Then he smiled even more.

"Dade, I'm.. flattered. I mean, wow." He pulled back a chair, then
another. I sat in one, re-locking my phone.

We sat on the same side of the table, our knees almost touching. He stood
as I sat, and dropped a K-cup. "This needs coffee."

It was now almost 10pm. I had told him all my secrets.

When he sat back down, he chugged a bit of the coffee. His face suggested
it was hotter than he wanted. I smiled a bit. He poked at me. We were
loosening up. It didn't stop my mind from racing.

"Ok, so, I gotta tell you something, Dade." He gulped again, and sat out,
legs spread, his arms on his knees. "And this could get me in a bit of
trouble."

I didn't move. I didn't breathe.

"I'm... I'm into you, buddy." It was so fast, I almost missed it. I
blinked. I heard the old clock in the hall click, tick, tick, click. I
looked at him, his eyes now staring at his feet.

"It's not, It's not... okay. But, now that you told me, your stuff... I
wanted to tell you. I joined the Army because I wanted to figure stuff
out. I've always liked, you know, younger. When I was a kid, it was.. guys
my age. But as I got older, my tastes. Well, they didn't change." He stood
up, and started to pace a little. "You gotta keep this to yourself, right?"

I nodded. "You... like me? Like, LIKE me?"

He rushed to me, now on his knees in front of my chair. His eyes were
searching. Through me? On me? "Please, Dade. I can't believe I told you -
but you know how, well, how wrong this is...right? But I just, I can't... I
gotta see for myself..."

And it happened. He pushed forward, his hands on my legs, his lips touching
mine. With no warning, his lips parted mine. He kissed me. His nose flared
as his head twisted. I felt his lips pull at mine, and I couldn't
resist. He was strong, and commanding. My own body gave in, and he took
me. I felt his tongue searched through my mouth, meeting mine, wrapping
around. I felt my chest heave with the weight of his body against mine, and
his arms moved around me. Now, he was holding me as his lips owned mine. I
couldn't keep my eyes open - the sensations of my dream man kissing me were
too much.

His hands rubbed up and down my back, and I felt him tense up. His lips
were stolen from me as he pulled away, slamming back into his own chair. He
grabbed his coffee, slamming more down, looking at me fearfully. He had
crossed a line, one that he couldn't go back on. Now, my reaction would
determine the next move.

My eyes looked him over. He was scared. He was fidgeting. "You kissed me,"
I breathed.

"Dade, I-"

"You. Kissed me." I said, again. I stood up. He stopped
moving. Paralyzed. #FirstKiss.

"Please don't tell anyo-" he began to say, but I didn't let him finish. I
rushed to him, my legs spreading, my shoulders slamming into his chest. I
wasn't sure what I was doing but I know I wanted it. More of it.

I kissed him. My hands touched him. His face, his shoulders. He remained
frozen, and I chuckled through my kiss. My own hands guided his arms around
me, and it clicked. He pulled me into him, now knowing that I
was... am... into it.

We kissed like that for a few minutes, until it occurred to me that we were
still in the middle of the kitchen. I had wrapped my legs around his waist,
and his strong arms were holding me to him. Our chests were lined up, but
my smaller frame against his muscular adult body didn't lend itself for
much symmetry. When I pulled away, I smiled. "We're on the kitchen floor,"
I relented.

He nodded.

===== Doug =====

I must have paced back and forth on that porch for an hour before I rang
his doorbell. For years, I made every effort to find a way to spend time
with this... boy. Dade, in every way, was perfect. His smile could melt the
polar snowcaps. The way he flicked his hair. The times he would rush down
the stairs from his room in just a pair of shorts, then get embarrassed
when he realized we were over. Or, the look he made when he was doing
homework at the diner. But, I'm getting ahead of myself.

I'm Doug. I moved next door to Dade and his family about 4 years ago. At
the time, I was deployed, so I didn't even know where we moved until 6
months after. And when I got home, wouldn't you know it? Doors locked. No
one home. It was just dumb luck that I found the diner; I didn't even
connect that Murphy's Cafe was also the Murphy's from NEXT DOOR.

But when I walked in, and Dade's Mom sat me down, fed me like a king, and
talked to me like she knew me - that I knew. Then, I
saw... Him. Dade. Immediatly, I was thankful my fatigues were so tough. I
caught myself staring, and well, I've been deployed for a long time! I
mean, I had ways to get relief.. but not the kind I needed.

Then, a funny thing happened. He began to look at me too. I mean, really
look at me. Perhaps it was the gear? The cropped cut? The camo? I looked
away, but in the corner of my eye, I could see him. He WAS staring. I
decided to wink at him, just to be friendly.

I looked away, just long enough to hear the familiar sound of silerware
crashing to the floor. Dade had sent his place setting flying, and his
diarama he was working on disconnected, sending a couple styrofoam balls
rolling. I picked up Mars, and brought it back to his table. His fingers
seemed to be stuck together.

"Looks like quite the solar system there! I'm Doug." I said. His eyes
looked up at me. Sparkles. His eyes firckin' sparkle.

"I'm Dade, and it's actually NOT the Solar System. It's ACTUALLY going to
be a long term example of the effects on solar winds and the changes comets
cause on gravity as it passes large bodies." He was very matter of fact,
but I couldn't help but smile.

His Mom rushed over, looking like she was horrified he even spoke. "Dade!
Don't bother the poor man," she pleaded.  "I'm sorry sir, he's our little
genius, but he's also a bit hungry in the attention department. We can't
get him to stop starin' at certain customers... That boy.. I tell
ya. Anyway, your food will be right up."

I looked down at the little man, no more than 9 years old, and
smirked. "It's all good little soldier. Us Army men love attention. You can
stare all you want."

He took it to heart, and watched me eat. I mean, the whole time. Even when
I picked up the paper - he just kept looking me up and down. A couple
times, I had to readjust. I may have said we all like attention, but his
was really getting me worked up.

So, you have to know by now, I'm an adult. And of course, I know Dade is a
child. To be honest, I'm not sure what it is with me. I know the rules, and
I know the morality of things. I just can't help it. Sometimes, and it's
rare, I see a boy that is just... amazing. It makes me think, you know,
things. I've never - and will never - do anything with anyone who doesnt'
want it. But I mean, who's to decide that 18 is the magic number?
Personally, I knew I liked men when I was 6. I knew I was ready to be naked
with one at 12. And sex? I was ready for that as soon as I figured out how
to use lotion and a dirty magazine.

I never got to see Dade near as much as I wanted over the last few
years. My tour kept me away quite abit, and there was few excuses to see
the Murphy family. Sure, they lived next door, but how do you explain that
you want to hang out and play Legos with a 10 year old instead of gin and
tonics with the guys at the bar?

All I could do was 'get food' at the diner. I was never hungry - my parents
always fed me well - but it was a way to see him. So, for the last few
years, every time I am home? Dinner and milkshakes.

But now, I'm standing at his porch, trying to suck up my balls enough to
ring the doorbell? I mean, I am just gonna make him dinner. As a thank
you. For helping my Mom. Just because his parents were stuck at the diner
with that large group of people I saw going in... and just because he's 12
now, almost 13..

I won't do anything if he's not into it.

I rang the doorbell.


===== Dade =====

I stood up, offering my hand to Doug. He accepted the offer, taking my hand
in his. I could feel his warmth. His hand seemed to engulf mine
completely. I never noticed how big his hands were.

"Doug," I said. "I'm not dumb."

Doug backed a step, and cringed a bit. "I swear, I'm not-" he started.

I didn't let him continue. "Doug. What I mean is, I know this is like, mega
illegal. But, here's the thing. I.. I love you. I mean, I've been into you
for...ever."

I looked at my feet. I noticed a hole in my sock. Where did that come from?
I thought these were the new ones Mom bought me when we went shopping? I
mean, I had split from her so I could buy my own underwear; it's what men
do, you know. She would have just picked out the same old like, blue-band
tighty whiteies - and there's no way I'm gonna wear those-

"Dade, you have no idea." Doug proclaimed. He stepped back to me, and his
arms embraced me again. My head pushed into his diaphragm, and I could hear
him speak from inside as well as from out.

"Yeah, little soldier," he hummed, "this is kinda-very-illegal. I shouldn't
have even told you, let alone... well, you know."

I pulled away from him, and walked to the hallway, stepping up the first
few stairs. My mind connected. My body was rigid. I was hard as a rock. I
needed to know what it felt like. All of
it. Kissing. Touching. Fucking. And the man IN my dreams, was
here. Offering himself. Sharing a dark secret that he could never tell
before. He wanted ME. And I was going to give myself to him. I had the
power to do it. I needed to do it.

"You've already broke the law," I said, my own smirk hitting me, "Why don't
you show me what else a fellon is capable of?"

I jumped the next two steps, and flew into my room. I jerked off my shirt,
then my shorts, until I was completely naked. I wanted him to know - needed
him to know - that this was not a mistake. I was fully ready to be his.

He came to the door, and looked in. His eyes scanned my body slowly; his
face went pale, but he didn't leave.

"Dade, are you sure..."

"Doug, I'm old enough to cum. I.. I've seen porn. I have... protections and
lube." I was rambling. I didn't want him to leave. "Show me what you want."

He didn't need another cue. He moved in, and closed the door. The light
from the hall left, and we were blanketed only in the moonlight from my
window. His shirt came off first. I watched him pull, crossed arms, over
his head. His abs stretched and flexed. If I didn't know better, I would
have said he was showing off. He stepped out of his shoes, and looked into
my eyes. His hands reached to his waist, and I heard the snap of a
button. He stepped towards me, letting his clothes fall to the floor. Now
only in his underwear, he approached me.

His hand reached my chin, and he felt up the side of my face, his fingers
locking into my hair. He tilted my neck, and lowered his head to me. Just
as I began to close my eyes for a kiss, he spoke.

"Last chance," he urged.

I pulled my hands around his neck, my urges overwhelming. I just wanted him
to touch me.

There was no more talking. His lips touched mine, his tongue explored
mine. My hard-on, 5" of steel, pokked into his thigh as his hands explored
my back, pulling my hair a bit as he slid down.

He pulled away long enough to get to his knees. His kisses moved from my
mouth, to my neck, where he flicked his tongue, making me laugh and writhe
in place. His breath was hot; his body smelled like musk. I felt myself
straining to stay still. I wanted him to do it all the way he wanted.

It wasn't long before his hands had reached my waist. I held my breath as
he fell back on his haunches. "A gift," he whispered.

His hands slid along my backside, and I shivered. One hand held me in
place, and the other came around, until... He touched me softly, and I felt
myself moan. My dream had come true. Like all the pornos I had seen, the
amazing, almost naked, thick, strong man was kneeling in front of me, a
hand on my-

I saw stars. His mouth took me in. In a single motion, all 5" was
engulfed. His hands returned to my hips, his fingers sliding along my
ass. He rocked me back and forth, swirling his tongue around my cock. I had
no words. I couldn't breathe. But one thing was for sure. I was close.

A feeling of panic started to build as my whole body started to tingle. I
had about 10 seconds before I was gonna shoot. I tapped him on the
shoulder. "Do...Doug..."

He simply pushed against me harder, and mumbled something. I could feel the
vibrations from his throat, and my whole body tightened. I felt my knees
buckle, and my eyes began to roll back in my head. Doug's sturdy arms held
me in place while my young cock shot pulse after pulse of spunk. His lips
didn't pull away, and I could feel his tongue swirl the sticky spunk around
my cock as I delivered him my load.

I finally let out a guttural moan. On my own, I was always quiet when I
came, but I couldn't help it. My hands, resting on his shoulder, had dug
into him as I regained my balance.

When he pulled from my softening cock, I let myself fall to my bed. My body
was spent, my mind blown. "Perfect taste," he whispered.

I sat up, resting on my elbows, looking him up and down. He stood, then
flopped on the bed next to me.

"Doug, what about-"

"Net time," he said. "We have time, don't we? Besides, this is exactly what
I wanted for now."

We laid next to each other, my naked body still slightly sweaty from the
activity, and his long, slender, muscular body, laying sideways along
me. He ran his hands up and down me, petting me, alost like a cat. I loved
it.

But I was curious.

"Doug... why didn't you want to.. you know?" I questioned, "And, why didn't
you get naked?"

I had a pouty face, deliberate. He looked up at me, wiping the hair from my
forehead. He laughed as he replied, "This time was about you. I wanted you
to know that I was here FOR you. And you gave me QUITE the delicious
dessert, so I am more than, you know, satisfied."

I felt myself blushing. I caught on to the dessert... He did swallow it,
didn't he?

"Doug... I'd like... You know. To see you..." I made the hand motions to
show my intent. He laughed again.

He didn't respond with words; his simply slipped his hands down, shifted
his weight, and in no time, he was naked. He sat up, and for the first
time, I saw his dick, semi-soft, getting harder by the second. He hooked a
leg over my body, staddling my thighs. I could feel his low-hanging balls
now directly on my own junk. I have to tell you, it was enough to get me
erect again.

"I'm not gonna feed it to you," he said, his left hand now grabbing onto
the 6" he had so far. He began to jerk the thick shaft up and
down. "Because I am a shooter. If you want to see what I will give you
sometime, then you need to see it from here. When I tell ya, you'll want to
watch your eyes."

I propped myself up on my elbows and watched. His hand began to stroke,
evenly, up and down the whole length. He was cut, and every couple of
strokes he'd spit a little onto his dick. ON the third or forth time, he
missed, and his saliva slid onto my now hard cock. He stopped stroking long
enough to scoop it up from me, sending a shiver through my body. His pace
continued, and his hips began to grind. He was at a full 7" I think now,
and his hand was moving faster and faster. His balls were banging against
my cock, making me feel very hot.His hips slid forward and back, and I felt
myself get tingly. Oh, gawd. I was gonna cum again.

I bit my bottom lip, and watched as his muscles flexed, his arm slid back
and forth, his chest now flushed. I couldn't stop looking as his cock
seemed to force it's way through the fist of his hand. He wasn't moving his
arm; his cock was FUCKING his hand.

The feeling of his motion on my cock and his balls scraping along my shaft
was too much. "Doug!" I exclaimed, my cock now pulsating with fury. I
didn't cum much, but the feeling was insane. I arched up to get my body as
close to his as possible.

"Holy fuck, soldier! DId you just cum from me rubbin' on ya....?" He wasn't
asking - he was pleading.. I could feel his legs begin to close on
mine. His strong thighs gripped along mine, and with every few pumps, his
legs woudl tighten. He stopped for an instant to scopp up my small pool of
watery cum, adding it to his saliva-lube.

"Shit baby, I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum... Remember.. cover.. your..."
he pumped harder and faster, and then, a shot of cum hit me. Hard. He aimed
to my tummy, and I felt the pulse come from his balls, on my cock, shoot to
my torso. "Close the eyes.." he panted.

Shot two and three hit my chin, my chest. It was the forth and last major
shot that did it. I had closed my eyes, but I was still on my elbows. I was
going to respond, "They're closed-" but in the place of my words, a lob of
sticky cum hit my bottom lip.

Instinct made me taste it. And I was so glad I did. It was sweet, but
bitter. I could smell hints of bleach, or iron, and I realized, then and
there, I would want much more of it.

He laughed as I fell backward, my hands clutching my face, mumbling, "I'm
hit, I'm hit..."

When his breathing returned to normal, he collapsed onto me, making sure
his weight was not crushing my body. He looked into my eyes, and I wiggled
my head to flick my bangs away. He smiled, and kissed my forehead. "Was
this ok?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes, and smiled. "Are you serious? Yes. Yes. YES. This was
amazing."

We talked for a bit about the way things are in the world, and how he's
always been attracted to younger guys, but that when he saw me, and got to
know me, no others would do. He told me about the 18 year old he used to
fuck in the Army; about the sergeant who would plead to cuddle up to him at
night. He told me of his first boyfriend, and his first girlfriend, and how
none of them, no matter how sexy or fun they were, measured up to the way
he felt about me at this moment.

He washed up a bit in the bathroom, and got dressed, getting the last dish
washed in the kitchen as my parents walked in. I came down in a towel, my
shower taking longer to wash out the cum that had apparently gotten
EVERYwhere, including my hair.

"Oh, Doug! Thank you so much for sittin' my boy. I hope we weren't too much
trouble!" Mom said, her southern accent really strong today.

I smiled, and grabbed an apple from the table. It was late, but I was
starving again.

Doug just smiled, holding the door as he walked out. "No trouble at all,
ma'am. He's a great kid. I'll take him anytime,"

I blinked, looking at him again. Doug!

"I'm likely to give em' to ya, if you're around more; he's nothin' but
annoying us lately at the diner. WOn't do no work, but won't stop eatin..."

I looked at Mom, and shrugged. "If Doug wants me, he can take me. I mean,
I'd rather be here anyway."

Turns out, Doug had only a couple months left on his tour. After which, he
was on Reserve. I made sure to make myself as useless as possible. I even
started a small fire by 'accident' at the diner; it made sure that I would
need someone to watch over me.

Thankfully, Doug was available. Most of my evenings, and quite a few
overnights, were spent in the arms of Doug; in his bed. Sometimes, in the
shower, too...


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