Date: Fri, 9 Feb 2007 20:48:21 +0000 From: Roger Bontemps Subject: Twisting Angels Ch. 2 DISCLAIMER : This story might shock some people. If the idea of a man and a little boy sharing a love relationship offend you, walk away to save your soul. If, on the other hand, it gives you a hard-on, then read on and you might be rewarded. Also note that I LOVE GETTING SOME FEEDBACK, so don't hesitate and tell it like you think it is at junkies_in_the_sky@hotmail.com . Special thanks to Greg for his revision which makes the whole story easier and more pleasant to read. ******************************************** That was the most wonderful day ever. It wasn't just my opinion; it also was Cody's. I never thought I would love to take care of him so much. Actually, it was mostly because of his behavior. He was very understanding and very sincere, straight-to-the-point. He also was cheerful, despite the incident in the morning. He decided to trust me, even if he didn't know me that well. On the other hand, I couldn't call him a fool. I did pretty much the same thing for him and only time would tell if it was a good decision. But so far, I had absolutely no regrets. I was looking at the ceiling, thinking of every single good moment in that first official day with my fallen angel, when he came into my bedroom. He jumped in the bed and cuddled his little self onto me. "Jason?" "What is it?" "I wanted to thank you for everything." "No one ever did that for me and...I'd like to give you a little something in return." "Nah, that's not necessary. Cody, this day was the most wonderful day of my life. You don't owe me ANYTHING." "You're sure you wouldn't like me to do something for you?" "If I want something from you, I'm gonna ask for it. Currently, you're giving me more than I ever received. It's been...oh what, a little bit more than 24 hours? Yet I'm...I'm changed; I'm different. I feel that I'm a better man, that I've done something genuinely good. And you accepted me as I am...all that in 24 hours! It's way, way more than I could ever ask for." "Well then...goodnight!" He quickly kissed my cheek. I tried as hard as I could to suppress the shiver his kiss sent down my spine. "Goodnight!" Cody...Cody... ***---*** Jason. He was the only person on my mind. He was cool; he liked me; he cared for me. It's been one week since I moved in with him and it was the most amazing week ever. I learned that he was a journalist and worked for a pretty nice newspaper...that explained his simply HUGE knowledge. He also was a gamer. He had NES, and SNES, N64, Sega Genesis, Wii, Xbox360 and PS2. When he was away, I didn't even have the time to get bored! When he got back from the job, we played together. It was simply the life every kid was dying for. But I felt it was unfair for him. He was lying to me. Every night, I sneaked close to his bedroom and I listened to him. He was fantasizing about me. He had burning desires for me. And each time, when he was done with himself, he started to cry, wishing that God never made him that way. He always ended sad, lonely and.... He told me if he wanted me to do anything, he would ask me. But he never asked me about that. At the same time, I could understand why. Even I 'didn't really want to have sex with him. It was not something I desired. But I couldn't stand his sadness. He hid it well, but he was not completely enjoying my stay and I knew it. So I decided to do it... maybe, just maybe, he would be the one who would get me to enjoy it. I passed the threshold, cleared my throat and got to the point... "You want me. I know it." "What!?" "Every night, I hear you... you... you want me, you want to have sex with me." "... I..." He seemed to be only a split-second away from exploding, but at the same time, he tried to stay cool. "Yeah... I do... I thought we already sorted that out," he replyed. "No. You told me that if I could do something for you, you would ask me. Why haven't you asked me?" "Because it's wrong! I'm... I'm nothing more than a monster when I think of that. And you, you suffered enough from such maniacs. It wouldn't be good either for me or for you." "Jason... I've been raped. That means violence. That means no consent. That means domination. It's not the same thing. I'm... I'm ready, if you are... I'm ready to take it one step further." "I... I can't." "Why?" "BECAUSE IT'S WRONG!" "Ok don't touch me! Just take a look at me then!" "But WHY!? Why would you want me to do that?" "Because you dream of it! You pulled me out of the streets, you gave me everything I ever wanted...and yet every night I hear you mumbling about something that frustrates you because you can't have it and then you cry in pain because you hate yourself! All because of me! I can do something about it; why shouldn't I?" "It's not just about you...it's not YOUR fault. It's me. I'm like... totally dysfunctional." "No Jason. You want ME. I know I'm not the only one, but I don't care. I just know... I just FEEL that my presence here makes matters worse! I can't stand here and do nothing about it!" "You should! That's... that's no good, man!" "And what if you made the same decision about me? Come on... just a look. We both know you want it. We both know it'll make you feel better." "... Ok... just a look. I guess I will be able to stand it." I tiptoed to face him. I removed my pajamas and my nightshirt. As the fabric slid down my skin, I understood that something had changed. I was naked in front of him and it was my decision. His eyes were big and trembling and quickly, one of his hands went underneath the covers. A tear flowed out of his right eye; his breathing became erratic...and then everything stopped. He closed his eyes, biting his lips. "I can't..." "What's the problem?" "Oh it's... it's not you." His eyes flew open. "Definitely not you." "Then...I...I don't understand." "It's...it's over already." "So soon?" "It's...I can't do it if I know that you watch me watching you. It's...it's way too twisted." "You came?" "No I...I just lost it." "Oh." "But I...I enjoy what I see." "But I thought you..." "...not in THAT way. I just enjoy your beauty. It's beyond anything sexual..." "You think I'm beautiful?" "Hell yeah!" "What do you like about me?" "Gosh, that's so embarrassing." "Aww, come on! Tell me...I want to know!" "I love your roundish face with your flashy orange hair; your eyes like two green diamonds. I like your chest... It's sleek and white. Your cute little nipples. Your thin, smooth arms on each side of your soft tummy, which is protruding a little; just enough. I LOVE your ass, quite literally everything about it. It's round and ample, bubbly. Your... hum... your penis. It's...it's hard right now..." I noticed his hand was now back beneath the covers. Looks like we were both hard. "Yeah I have a boner... sorry," I said. "Cody, by all means, don't be! It's beautiful." "Is there... anything else?" "Huh...your feet. For no reasons. I just happen to find them very beautiful." I blushed. His hand was still underneath the sheets. "Oh...thanks...hum...you are...doing it now?" "Hum, ah...yes. Talking about you kind of got me...started." "I don't know what to do." "Me neither." "Ah... Do you want to... touch?" He was now heavily panting. "No I...I think it would...would send me over the edge." "Okay. God this is so weird." "S-Sure! Han...hum. Could you...get on all fours?" "Yeah. Like that?" "Oh God yes! Oh God. Raise your ass in the air a little bit. Show that roundish thing to me. Yeah, that's the way! Oh my God... OH GOD!" His eyes went blank. His body tensed up. I rolled on the floor and went to the bed'side. I took his hand -not the sticky one- and held it tightly in both of mine. I was still rock hard. When he talked about me, it really was magic. I understood what he was feeling, and I wanted to lose my mind to him. It was nothing short from falling in love with him. No one loved me like that before. When I looked up, into his face, he was crying. "Excuse me... I... I got carried away by lust. I'm so sorry." "No, no it was great. I loved it! It was very weird but...it was nice." "I can't believe I did this in front of you. You must think I'm such a fucking pervert." "I came with this idea in the first place Jason. Quit crying, will you? It was good for both of us." "I guess you're right. Oh God I'm so messed up." "You gonna be okay?" "I guess." I sat on the edge of the bed. I wanted to spend more time with him. I loved what we just did. I felt that I was the one with the power; I was the one thing that unleashed his sexual fury. I felt great, magnificient... and his presence was very nice, too. "Jason?" "Yeah?" "I... I want to sleep with you." "I'm okay with that... as long as you sleep with your clothes on." "But it's so hot tonight!" "Cody, NO. I want to actually sleep. Not be aroused all night long." "Okay." I wanted to put my clothes back on, but I couldn't move. I was still as hard as a rock and I was kind of shy. A few minutes went by... "Ahem, Cody...what...what exactly are you waiting for?" I looked between my legs and when I saw my penis pointing up, I felt the blood rushing towards my head, settling under my skin. "Oh, I understand. Well, I'm gonna keep my eyes closed." "It...it can't end like that." "I know what you mean, but I wouldn't be able to help you with that. That's taking it a bit too far. You can take care of it yourself, you know?" "It won't be the same." "I'm sorry Cody, I can't...I absolutely can't jack you off." "Oh...well, I'm gonna go finish it in the bathroom then." "I'm sorry. I'd really like to but...I just can't. Even thinking about it hurts." "It's okay. I think it's better that way, after all." "Yeah. It must be." ***---*** Cody was at my side, in his pajamas. I felt guilty. What have I just done? It was his idea, okay? But I was the fool who accepted to do it. This strong guilt, it was growing on me; it gripped my throat. At the same time, I was relieved. I felt no sexual tension. "Cody?" "Yeah?" "Is it really too hot for you tonight." "Yeah." "Well, then... I guess it's okay. You can take off your pajamas." "But I thought that you..." "It's gonna be okay. I'll try to get used to that. Just avoid cuddling up to me and I shouldn't be overly annoyed by your presence." "... Jason?" "What is it?" "I love you." "Me too." I didn't know what he meant by that, but whatever. Asking the question would have been a bad decision. I heard the fabric of his pajamas sliding on his delicate skin, falling off the bed...then it stopped. He was naked at my side, once again. I double-checked and things were the same. No erection in sight. Well, no complete one. I was... semi-hard. Ok, forget it; I was hard, but I could live with it. To my surprise, with time, I went flaccid and drifted into sleep. ***---*** The mirror was talking to me, in a way. Now that Jason was out, I looked at myself through the glass and his sweet talk of yesterday became even more arousing, intriguing and... well, lovely. I found myself very attractive and I arched my body in all directions to identify my sexiest poses. Thinking of it, this time, my attention was not focused on my own body. I wanted to be ready for Jason. I wanted to ready him. I loved him, for real. I wanted to share my life with him, have sex with him. Boys my age usually don't think about such things. But I did. I went in the bathroom and hopped on the counter, next to the sink. There were mirrors everywhere. I started lifting my butt in the air, just like Jason instructed me during our dirty little session. I started seeing what he saw, understanding why I was so arousing in his eyes. I dipped my fingers in my mouth and started running them across my anus, shaking my hips. I began to let my saliva-coated fingers run down my bubble-smooth ass cheeks, across my legs and onto my dick. I masturbated a bit, still shaking my ass in the air, waving like crazy. Now this would send him over the edge. I jumped down, smacked my own ass and went back again in front of the tall mirror to flex my muscles and find some new, irresistible poses. It would happen tonight, or it would never happen. ***---*** My two eyes were riveted on the action, restless, passionate. It clearly was one of the best books I came across in a long, long time. I would give it a rave review. The perfect thriller. So perfect, in fact, that when Cody came into the bedroom, naked and hard as hell, I had not even remarked at his presence. "Jason? What we did last night, can we do it again?" "You really liked that, didn't you?" "Yeaaaaaaaaah!" "What do you like when you do that?" "The way you talk to me. The way you look at me. The way I'm sexy, just for you." Wow. Amazingly, the once-perfect book became an afterthought. "You really get turned on by that stuff?" "Nobody ever considered me like that. You really love me, don't you?" "Well I... hum..." "I don't know about you, but I do." "What? What the hell, Cody? What's the point?" "Jason... I'm madly in love with you. It was different since the very first day, but what happened last night was the smoking gun. It can't be any clearer." "Whoa kid, you are like 8 years old! Don't you think it's a bit too early to talk about love?" "There's a lot of stuff I learned quicker than the other kids." "And you think that you learned love by getting raped?" "I... no..." "Cody, I don't want to be harsh, but you're playing with fire here. Don't push your luck too much." "What do you mean?" "I'm a lonely, heartbroken, desperate guy, you know? I've got lots of friends but they will never fulfill my need for a true lover. I want to be responsible. I want to take care of you. But if you insist too much on a love relationship, I may fall for you; I may believe you... and there will be no turning back. I will not be able to keep you here with me if you realize or if I realize that... it was not love, you know? It would be too painful. We can do a lot of things together without changing our relation so much. But if you throw love in the mix, things will never be the same." "I understand." "So please, use your head before saying such things. I don't want you to go too far either, sexually speaking. Not only do I think it's wrong and sick, I also don't want to grow physically attached to you. Such a level of intimacy may fuck up our relationship as well, especially if there is no love involved. I would not be able to stand it. And if there's love involved, it will fuck up our relationship as well." "Jason... I know what love is and what isn't. I suffered so much, I shouldn't even be able to enjoy having any kind of sexual...activities with just about anyone. I've been fooled enough to know that I should not have even listened to you on the street, when you picked me up. I should have gone away when you told me that you were attracted to little boys. I stayed. Jason, it really can't be clearer. I've never felt that confident; I've never felt that great. I love you. So the question is, do you love me?" "Yes." I looked at the floor, knowing that the masquerade would soon be over. "Yes I do." A dead silence went on. I've said it, twice. Cody got on all four and started darting his cute little butt at me. He lifted one of his hands to his mouth and twirled it inside, collecting a fair amount of saliva on the way. I couldn't talk, I couldn't move. I was shocked. His wet fingers were now sliding around his butt cheeks, closing in on the puckered ring that rested in the middle. When he touched it, I thought I would pass out, lose my mind. He massaged his anus slowly before one of his fingers went on the other side. Inside. He moaned loudly. "Do you want me?" he asked, shaking his butt. "Oh God... come to me..." My whole body was suffering a case of rigor mortis. I knew that a single move would trigger me off. He pulled his finger out and rolled to the bedside, just like the last time. The only thing that changed was that I had yet to cum. "You know how to kiss, right?" "Sure..." He brought his small lips to mine and our tongues went swirling in one another's mouth almost instantly. My arms locked themselves around him and I lifted his little body off the ground and onto the bed. He was a tiny, little boy; he was my wet dreams. I was fighting my climax, pushing it back and back again. He was now on top of me, the sheets being the only obstacle that prevented our bodies to go full contact. We broke the kiss. "I can't believe this is real." "I love you Jason." "I love you too, Cody." His leg bumped on my hard dick. "You held back?" "Well, I won't last long." "Let me take care of that." He disappeared under the covers and I felt him reaching out for my cock. My whole body twisted to prevent me from shooting right then. With one move of his arms, he threw the covers off of us. Then I saw him, one hand on my throbbing dick and his mouth aligned with it. "Oh God... Oh God, it's coming, it's coming!" In one quick motion, he engulfed my meaty, lengthy penis in his tiny, hot little mouth. I felt him sucking a bit, then pushing himself onto me. Oh my God! He was going for a deep throat. I was grunting, screaming and cursing as I attempted to hold it until I could enter his throat. When I was finally in, he swallowed my member up to the base, at which point I fired load after load of hot cum inside of him. I wanted to force his head down very bad, but I 'didn't want to brutalize him, so my hands went digging at the mattress. In the end, he kept my cock in his throat during the whole time I was cumming, all by himself. The release was incredibly satisfying. I've been right during all these years: little boys were the best. Cody was surely the best of them all. I had no way to' verify that fact, but I didn't give a shit. I just experienced the best orgasm of my whole life. It was a shame that I barely did anything for it to happen. While making a lot of noise, Cody went all the way back down on my dick, then coughing a bit when it finally plopped out of his mouth. I could hear my cum flapping in his throat as he cleared it. He clearly needed to gag during the blowjob, but held back. He dizzily crashed his lips upon mine and to my surprise, a small river of cum dropped into my mouth. We shared my semen in a lovely, slow kiss. That's when the guilt struck. I pushed him away. "Cody, that's just crazy." "What is it? Have I done something wrong?" "No, you were perfect but^×" "But what? It's the only thing that really matters!" "No! No, that's the problem! Sex isn't the only thing that matters. I'm not ready for that. I don't know what you think sex is, but you take it a bit lightly. I don't want to have sex with you. I want to get intimate with you. I don't want to fuck you. I want to make love to you. And right now it's just too fast." "I don't really get the difference." "You've got to rediscover your sexuality, honey. Having sex is not only enjoying ourselves. When done right, it's the most beautiful of all forms of love. I'm more of a romantic guy than a sex maniac." "Just like in the movies?" "Just like in the movies. It IS possible to get there. The men who raped you were horrible people, Cody. They took something away from you; they took your innocence. People think that innocence is lost when entering adulthood, but it's just plain wrong. A part of our innocence remains and it is essential in love, mostly because it gives you the freedom to hope something better is coming. That innocence transforms animal lust into deep love and, believe me, deep love wins over animal lust any day. So you've got to learn innocence all over again." "Will you teach me?" "I'll try." I kissed his cheek. "But right now it's time to sleep." ***---*** It's been a long time since he was gone. What could he have been doing? Jason left the bed in the middle of the night. I heard the shower a few minutes after, but after that, it have been silent for thirty minutes straight. I decided to see for myself. I hopped off the bed, naked, and went down the hallway, which led to the kitchen. He was there, naked too, sitting in front of the table, thoughtful. When I got in the kitchen, I was bathed in the blueish light of the moon. "What are you doing? I've been waiting since forever," I asked. "I'm sorry. I went to take a shower because I felt dirty. Then I couldn't go back to sleep. I'm so messed up." "Why?" "Because of you. You are the most important, significant person I've met in my whole life and yet, I can't seem to take care of you." "Jason... I'm fine. I've never been so happy in my whole life. You're doing the best job." "We had sex. And I want to do it again." "So all that romantic talk...it was bull?" "No, I meant it. I hope you meant it too when you told me you were open to learn." "I was." "Cool. Cody, you're so perfect. Especially in the moonlight. Come closer." I walked towards him and I could feel my heart gently pounding in my chest. I was confident that nothing wrong would happen, but at the same time, I was very anxious. When I finally was as close as I could get, he passed his hand through my hair and lifted me up by my armpits. He delicately placed me in his lap, facing him. He was smiling and our dicks were touching. I looked in his eyes and I saw a tear. But he did not look sad. He moved his face to mine and our lips touched. I started to kiss him, slowly. A weird feeling filled me. Our kiss was wet and sloppy, as if we were not really conscious, and his hands were dreamily fondling my back. I closed my eyes and lay my hands on his cheeks. I felt him squeezing my ass, pushing and releasing my hips. In the process, our penises started to rub and my foreskin rolled up and down on my stiff dick. I rocked back and forth on him, trying to rub my foreskin against his hard glands. It was so hot. Our kissing got furious and in no time he was forcefully pushing and pulling on my hips, molding my butt between his fingers as if it was clay. I humped his cock faster and faster, uncontrollably. Our lips and our cheeks were covered in the spit left by our messy, careless kissing and we only got hungrier for each other's mouth. Jason suddenly tensed up, his hands flying up to my head, roaming in my hair; he just came. I wildly rubbed myself on him, both to be coated in his semen and to reach my climax, too, breaking the kiss in my desperate move. "Oh God... Cody..." I wanted to respond, but I was only able to make animal grunts, listening to the chair's squeak. At the very moment I thought I would break apart, everything went white and my whole body collapsed on Jason's. I had trouble breathing and an intense joy filled me. I screamed loudly, finally getting off in the most spectacular of all ways. "Cody, are you alright?" I couldn't say a word. "Cody?" "Y...yeah..." "You're sure you're okay?" I breathed deeply. "Yeah, I think...was that love?" "It almost was..." "Almost?" How could it get any better? "Well, we lost patience at the end." "We both did." "Yeah. But two true lovers would have been able to savor our delightful tenderness some more. I wish we could be able to do it slowly, all the way." "Why would you want that?" "Well, first, it's better in a way. When it's done slowly, lovingly, one can take the time to enjoy every little feeling. Of course, being raw and furious can also be very satisfying, but I think that love is all about delicacy. Also, I can't help but think about the day we're going to make love. If I can't hold back, I'm going to tear you apart. It will have to be done slowly, especially in your case. You've been raped before. I must not repeat the experience. Everything up to that moment will just be preparation. For you...and for me." "When will we...`get intimate' again?" "I don't know. It will happen when it will have to. Tonight, it was meant to be. If you stop to ask about it, if you quit trying to push me to do it, you will be able to feel these moments coming too." "It's hard to think about something else...that's all I know." "Kiss me." I was surprised by his demand and stared blankly at him. "Come on, go ahead, kiss me!" I hesitantly brought my lips to his. we engaged in a slow kiss. This time, however, it was a neat, directed kiss. His hands fondled my stomach, went to my back and moved up to my chest. He repeated this pattern indefinitely, giving extra care to my nipples from time to time. Anytime I tried to kiss him more furiously, he held my head between his hands to calm me down. We were both hard again, so I started to hump his penis with mine once again. However, this time around, he stopped me. A burning desire filled my veins and muscles, burning my insides. I had to tame this furious beast that was growing inside me, and his soothing caresses helped me with that. I started to replicate these motions on his body, occupying my hands. I felt that we were communicating, in a way. I felt that we were suddenly a unique and unified being, for as long as our respective desires would be denied. The sexual tension was high, but somehow we both denied it. I understood what he meant. THAT was love. His hands were now trembling and it was evident that Jason was putting much effort into remaining calm and peaceful. My own hands were also shaky, but tears were welling up in my eyes, too. I had trouble believing that these emotions I had long forgotten were now taking control of me. Love, satisfaction, plain beatitude. His fingers lightly traced sinuous lines on my back. The tickling sensation was driving me mad, and when he crossed my nipples with that feathered touch, I went straight over the edge. Unbelievably, I came. I came hard. I stopped kissing Jason. I did not scream. The only thing that went through my lips was a raspy moan. I was broken by the euphoria. Gasping loudly to take back some air, I looked at him; he was smiling, but at the same time looked very disturbed. He had not shot his load. "I'm sorry..." "No, it's alright." He took my left hand and he placed it on his raging hard-on. "Don't move it. Talk to me." "Jason, that was the most awesome thing ever." I was in tears, blabbing erratic giggles from time to time. "I don't know what's going on, but I absolutely loved it." I felt a constant, increasingly powerful throbbing in my left hand. "I love you, Jason." He closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip. He came at that very moment, so hard that my hand was jumping with each of his shots. When he stopped. I took my hand off his cock and placed it in the puddle of cum that now rested on his lower stomach. It was sticky and hot, just like the both of us. "I love you too, Cody." We stayed there, looking at each other, covered in his cum and in our sweat, for several minutes. Before we went back to sleep, we took a shower. Nothing happened. I did not even attempt to do anything. I felt like it was normal. In fact, I felt that I didn't have to do anything to prove my love for Jason. Something greater was going on between us.