Date: Fri, 16 Jan 2009 09:29:22 -0500 From: Jonathan Matthews Subject: The Untellable Truth about Jake (Chapters 17-19) Disclaimer / Message: Well sorry it's been so long, the last two submissions took about a week each to bring to you but my personal life has been pretty busy. I actually managed to get a professional writing job because of this story, so to those who say writing doesn't pay I challenge your logic! Ah good times... Anyway, we finally have reached a pretty climactic moment in the story. It never becomes easy to get to the point of sexual contact but I think that I did it fairly well. I didn't want to break from the believability of the story and I also didn't want everyone to wait seventeen more chapters for it either, so this was my compromise. As always let me know what you think, your comments and criticisms are GREATLY appreciated. Please note this story is about cross-generational love between a man (22 years old) and a boy (9 years old). This is the first installment to feature an explicit scene between the two. If this sort of thing offends you, or is illegal where you reside, then go away! If you are under eighteen then go away as well! Otherwise please read and please enjoy! jonafunu@hotmail.com ******************* Chapter Seventeen My eyes shuddered open before the dawn, a rare occurrence to say the least, but my dreams had been haunted with visions of fear and delight. Although I couldn't remember every detail I could recall being with Colby and seeing him taken away, dark arms from an unknown source pulling him into the light and away from the abysmal existence that seemed to invade everything around me. I knew that going back to sleep would be nearly impossible, so I settled on my inevitable fate and managed to sit up, gazing at the dark window with a severe lack of amusement. As I climbed my way downstairs as quietly as possible, the rising chest of Colby caught my eye. Still wrapped as still and quiet beneath his blanket as it was a few short hours ago, I admired the peaceful face that lay there. I felt half tempted to walk over and kiss him, to hug him, to touch some part of his body, to realize the events of the previous evening hadn't been a dream, but I managed to contain myself. Any further activities would have to wait until a later time. I walked into the kitchen and started the coffee pot much earlier than I believe I ever had, and leaned against the counter trying to rub the sleep away from my eyes. The bright promise of the new day had arrived but apparently the sun wasn't aware of it at this early hour. I mused to myself at the boxes, the collection of possessions that had filled my life here for so long. It always seemed so easy to transplant yourself, to experience new surroundings. Whenever we did this we required the reminder of the old however, and held onto precious memories as though they were gold. Why did humans seek familiarity when they wanted to escape where they had resided before? This was one of those questions that couldn't find an answer to itself, and I wasn't about to waste my morning thinking about it. As the coffee pot murmured to a silent hum and my black savior stared me blankly in the face, I poured my lavender coffee cup to the brim and took a sip, savoring every ounce of caffeine as it passed into me. The tired feeling that had stretched from the tips of my toes to the top of my head was beginning to melt away, and the increasingly graying sky outside gave a reminder of the hope of wintery precipitation. "Snow..." I whispered to no one in particular, it was something I had enjoyed a couple of times while living in Portland but found a rare occurrence in the south. Every time I saw it I felt happy, and it reminded me very much of being a child. I know that the vast majority of adults find it an annoyance, an unwelcome visitor into their busy lives, but I always saw it as the promise of beauty. No matter how ugly the world got below the snow always fell the same, blanketing everything in a pure white and renewing the admiration I held for nature. "Jake?" Colby walked into the kitchen slowly, scratching his sides and yawning. I smiled gingerly at him and began to fish for a can of soda from the fridge. "Why are you up so early?" Colby plopped onto one of the chairs and looked at me with reddened eyes. "Just couldn't sleep last night. I'm good though now that I've had some coffee." I let the weight of the refrigerator door return it to its proper place and placed the can of Pepsi in front of him, ruffling his hair only to cause him to utter an annoyed grunt. It would appear as though the boundless energy of my heart had its limitations. This amused me to a great extent. I turned around a chair opposite him and straddled the back, letting my arms rest on the top and watched Colby as he popped the can and chugged desperately at the liquid inside. "I don't think I've ever seen you like this before, did I wake you up?" Colby shook his head. "I sometimes get up this early it wasn't you." I smiled, observing him, to which his increasingly active eyes met mine. "What?" He asked with curiosity with a look of mischievous delight beginning to surface on his tired face. "I just like watching you." I shrugged, replying with honesty. "I thought you'd be mad about Mom..." He muttered a little, his eyes finding their way to the floor as they had a few days before. "I'm glad she took it the way she did, I think she knows that I love you." I smiled at him trying to be reassuring; I had to admit to myself at least that I was a little disheartened by it. I felt that he would be able to keep a secret between us but apparently his childish spirit got the best of him. "Cool." He smiled at me, apparently completely cured from his moment of desperation. "Well what are we going to do today young man?" "Breakfast!?" I laughed heartily, "That didn't take long huh? Well get dressed we'll go find something and let Mommy sleep in." He nodded and ran into the living room and up my stairs. He always kept a few outfits at my house just in case they were ever needed. I winced as his loud footsteps came over head, he obviously had no desire to try and keep quiet. I assumed Stephanie to be a fairly light sleeper but apparently she was either exhausted or accustomed to Colby, because by the time he had made every noise amplify as loudly as was possible, he came rushing down the stairs to greet me leaving nothing but silence above him. "I'm ready!" He announced slightly out of breath. I laughed to myself as I deposited the remaining part of my coffee and placed the cup in the sink, placing both of my hands atop Colby's shoulders. "I don't think any restaurant would appreciate me arriving in pajamas so let me go change." "Kay!" I walked past him and smiled, ascending the stairs and entering my bedroom. The clothes that Colby had worn the previous day were scattered about along with his previous underwear. I felt my crotch stiffen a little, but did my best to ignore it. There were more pressing matters at hand, such as feeding Colby. I slipped out of my pajamas and fiddled with my chest of drawers, trying to retrieve something and ignore the sexual temptation that was rising within me. I managed to grab a long sleeved t-shirt and a pair of jeans and slipped into them; I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled a pair of socks over my bare feet. My eyes fell to the floor, and to the pair of underwear just lying there, tempting me in ways I couldn't exactly explain. There was something specifically erotic about that particular item of clothing, they hugged close to Colby's body and absorbed the scents I wanted so badly to smell on a more personal basis. I had taken it upon myself to take a pair of his the first night I slept over, and the smell had long since disappeared. I know you're probably thinking that I'm sick or that my particular affinity for underwear is disturbing, but at least it's safer than just pulling down his pants and having my way with him. I blushed; my fingers trembled, as I began to reach out for them. My arm managed to find its way and as I gently wrapped my hands around the soft fabric I rose them to my face, grabbing a piece of the waist band with each of my hands so they were unfolded and standing in front of me. I allowed my face to press against the crotch, inhaling deeply the boyish scent that I loved and had been a part of many sexual fantasies. I looked around, afraid of being discovered, as I turned them inside out, my hand holding the crotch gently as I pressed it to my nose entirely, the smell very light but still there. I felt my crotch stiffen considerably in the confines of my jeans, and the desire to sit here and smell this forever came over me. "Why are you smelling my underwear?" Chapter Eighteen I felt completely frozen in place, his discovering me in such a bizarre ritual seemed unreal to me. Why exactly hadn't I heard him? He never seemed to make any effort to be quiet when coming upstairs. Maybe he was purposely trying to surprise me? Maybe he had been there the entire time? It was irrelevant, I had been caught and there were many options that were coming to me. `I was checking to make sure they were clean!', It was a blatant lie but at least it didn't implicate me. `Well I was trying to glue something and they got stuck to my hand!', yeah that was likely... There was always the option of honesty of course but it seemed a strange path to take. Colby didn't know what oral sex was, or that this was a sexual activity. "It's hard to explain..." I murmured, finally realizing the underwear was still affixed to my face, lowering them to the bed below me. "Do they smell good?" Colby giggled, trying to get the best of me being completely unaware that the smell of him was one of the most intoxicating I had ever encountered. I blushed intensely, unable to put into words what I wanted to say. Colby came and sat next to me, taking his own underwear into his hand and smelling them. He shrugged as I watched, becoming increasingly aroused in spite of my situation. "They don't stink or anything..." He muttered. I let my hand pass over to him, sliding gently beneath his t-shirt and onto his stomach, Colby's eyes shot to mine staring into me. "What are you doing?" "Nothing..." I whispered, letting my hand fall back. I felt a renewed sense of confidence from the conversation I had with Stephanie the previous evening, but I was far from sure where my boundaries existed at. Even though I had the approval and even if she had alerted me minutes before that there were in fact no boundaries, I would have still found it difficult to conquer my fear around him. He would always hold this spell over me. "Ready to go eat?" I asked, half smiling and trying very hard to change the subject. Colby's left eyebrow arched which only caused me to sigh. "Colby you... I... ah..." I groaned and buried my face in my hands as Colby wrapped his arms around me, laying his head on my shoulder. "Why are you so frustrated?" I laughed a little; it always amused me when he used big words. He didn't seem to find the situation as unnerving as I did which wasn't entirely surprising. I always wanted to read something into each touch we had, I needed to know that Colby felt some sense of eroticism or frustration, but I knew it didn't exist. The only thoughts Colby had about anything relationship oriented were kisses, and I began to feel that was all I'd ever get to experience with him. "I want you Colby..." I whispered, allowing my hands to fall and staring out of the still dark window. Colby giggled, "You already got me." I shook my head, still unable to bring my eyes to look at him. I was going to be honest; I really had nothing to lose at this point. "Colby I love you very much and I really... I really want to be your boyfriend. I... there are a lot of things I want to do with you that I know you aren't ready for but I can't help it." Colby placed his hand on my shoulder, "Like more than kiss me?" I turned finally and looked at him; his face seemed mellow and non-distressed. He was certainly handling the situation much better than I. I nodded, averting my gaze to the bed between us. "Like sex?" My eyes grew large as they darted back to his, "How do you know about sex!?" Colby giggled, "I'm in school, kids talk about it all the time." "With other boys!?" I was both shocked and curious at the same time. "Well no with girls, but I know gay people have sex too." I nodded, still completely flustered and unable to speak. "So you wanted to smell it?" He asked. I looked back into his eyes again, my mouth partially open but I still found myself unable to speak. Colby giggled again, "If you want to smell it you just gotta ask me." I bit my lip; the culmination of so many fantasies seemed to be playing their way into my reality. I wanted so badly to confidently express my desire to smell him, to taste him, to suck him. I wanted my hands to touch every inch of his body and I wanted to kiss every inch of it as well. I nodded, looking into his eyes and trying to convey a message and severe desperation. Colby smiled and stood as he began to unfasten his belt, I reached out and grabbed it, laying my forehead on his stomach. His hands fell to his sides as he stepped back a little to keep his balance. "You okay?" He asked gently. "This is something I've wanted to do for a very long time... Are you sure it's okay?" "Yeah I don't care." I could feel Colby shrug. There was a very deep part of me that wanted to stop, that wanted to honor my year of celibacy. I wanted to maintain the innocence that I knew so deeply, I wanted to make sure that he would be whole for years to come. I always admired his innocence, the way that he looked at things with such simplicity. I reasoned that this would be the responsible route, but I knew that if I didn't take the opportunity now I may not find it again. My hands reached across the clasp of his belt and released it, my fingers tediously unfastened the button that held his jeans in place and the sight of the band across the top of his fresh underwear came into view. My index finger and thumb found their way to his zipper and sat there silently, I had to gather the confidence to continue. "Promise you won't hate me?" Colby giggled, "I promise boyfriend." I smiled gently, my forehead still pressed against his stomach as I finally gripped his zipper with confidence, sliding it down to its base. My hands slid their way under his shirt, passing over silky hips as my fingers slid the jeans down to his ankles. The only obstacle that remained was his underwear, and they seemed to shine through the darkness of my room, captivating every sense my body had. My fingers gently slid between his soft skin and the band, my breathing became increasingly heavy as I could feel my penis throb within its prison. He wouldn't soon be released, I would wait. This was about Colby; this was about my first chance to be this close. I slowly slid his underwear down his smooth hairless thighs and watched with delight as his solid three inch penis popped into view, as magnificent as I could have imagined. As the underwear hit the floor to meet his jeans, Colby stepped out of them and giggled, my head left his stomach as I stared up at him; my cheeks flush as a collective of sweat began to appear on my brow. I let my hands pass behind him, sliding gently across his plump behind, he giggled a little in response. I smiled in completely confidence as my head lowered, my nose within inches of his member. I neared closer and closer until my nose met firmly with the patch of skin connecting the base of his penis to his balls, I inhaled deeply, feeling Colby rest his hands on the top of my head. I swallowed deeply; I knew this was my opportunity. My tongue slid slowly from between my lips and met the base of his penis; I slowly slid it to the tip and listened intently for some sort of reaction from Colby. With nothing seeming to come, my lips parted slightly as I allowed him into me, his small cock entering into my mouth and my tongue enveloping it completely. "Jake..." Colby whispered. I drew back and looked up to his face; his cheeks were as flushed as mine. "Is that okay?" I asked. Colby nodded as I smiled a little, allowing my mouth to return to his tiny manhood. It slipped between my lips with ease as I tightened them against the base, my tongue working slowly across the small head and massaging the vein that ran its length. I drew back and forward, setting forth on a pace that would please my beloved. Colby's feet found themselves trying to retain his balance; his thighs seemed to tremble from the act being done to their master. My mouth found it's quick pace easy to maintain, and the taste and smells that penetrated me were intoxicating. There wasn't another place in the world I would have ever been at that moment. Colby's fingers entangled with my hair, his breath becoming slow and deep, his body warm and trembling before me. I tightened my lips, trying with every part of me to impart a first orgasm that would shake his world; that would make him want more. The minutes seemed to pass as seconds, my hands steadily caressing his legs and his ass, as soft and supple as I had imagined them. Colby's breathing became more intense and quicker, as his knees began to shake. "Jake stop I gotta pee..." I let my hands rise, wrapping easily around his waist and holding him in place. I wasn't about to let him miss out on this experience. "Jake please!" He whispered loudly, pleading with desperation as I began to feel his penis twitch inside the confines of my mouth, I allowed my pace to quicken, wanting to hasten the arrival of what I knew to soon follow. "It's like tingling, what are you..." His legs stopped trembling as his body froze, I felt his penis dance wildly within me, he covered his mouth to try and stop from screaming. I heard his muffled groans in spite of his attempts to conceal him, as his organ reached its peak. Not a single drop of liquid, not a single drip of cum, just the wild and intoxicating dance of youthful orgasm. I remembered it well. I smiled and let my mouth slip away, his still solid and wet penis standing in front of me. Colby stared at me, his cheeks as flush as his cock. "What was that?" He asked breathlessly, letting his hand fall from his mouth. "That was Cumming." I replied. Colby giggled a little, "I think I liked that." I smiled as I let my arms stretch out, inviting a hug from the cherub before me. He smiled deeply and hugged me, letting me plant little kisses all over the top of his head. "I love you Colby." He whispered into his ear, staring at the plump bottom behind him. "I love you too, can we go eat now?" I laughed and nodded as he pulled up his pants and ran out of the room and down the stairs. I sighed, standing and began to follow him. "It couldn't have been more perfect." Chapter Nineteen "Can I have a cheeseburger?" Colby asked with his eyes affixed to the menu below him, they were as alive and full of delight as they always had been. "At five in the morning?" I asked, unable to contain myself. "Well yeah..." He giggled and looked at me, rubbing the back of his head as I usually did. I found it endearing that he wanted to emulate me. "It's not a very healthy choice but if you don't tell your Mom, I guess its okay." "Cool!" Colby winked at me as I finally found myself able to look at my own menu. "I have no idea what I want..." I murmured, rubbing my forehead and grabbing a cigarette from an errant pack nestled in my pocket. "Get a cheeseburger." Colby giggled, incredibly delighted by the possibility of having something so greasy for breakfast. "Well I don't have the stomach of a nine year old but I guess I can go for it." I stuck my tongue out at him, which he returned. We both turned as a young Latino gentleman approached the table with pad in hand, he couldn't have been more than eighteen. "Decided yet?" I nodded looking at Colby, encouraging him to go first. "I want a cheeseburger with fries! Umm... Can I have cheese on the fries please?" The waiter nodded, scribbling his request on the paper. "I'll have the same, without the cheese, and a diet Pepsi to drink." "Me too!" Colby chirped in, his legs swinging beneath him. "Alright I'll be back with your drinks in a second." The waiter smiled and disappeared behind the counter. "So what're we gonna do today?" Colby asked, looking up at me now that his menu had been taken away. "You guys don't have a Christmas Tree yet, right?" Colby nodded, "Yeah not yet." I smiled, "Well we could always go get one and decorate it." Colby grinned, "Sounds cool!" By the time the waiter returned with the drinks the food didn't take all that long to follow. Looking down at the greasy burger below me I began to feel my stomach churn. The taste of Colby was something I could handle at any hour but this seemed highly unappealing to me. I looked up at Colby, who was depositing a ridiculous amount of catsup on his own, ravenously replacing the top of the bun and taking a huge bite. I laughed and put a little catsup and mustard on the top of my burger, "You sure do love cheeseburgers huh?" He nodded and giggled with a mouth full of burger, a smidgen of catsup lay on his perfect cheek. I reached over and let my finger pass over it, allowing the now catsup covered finger to pass into my lips as I sucked it clean. "Row roo grot yur own!" He said, laughing with his mouth still full of burger. I laughed as well, he was incredibly adorable. I managed to take a bite of my burger and chewed it slowly, swallowing and letting it fall into my stomach. It felt very much like trying to eat a weight. --- "It hurts!" Colby groaned as he held his stomach, sitting in the passenger seat of the Pacifica as we made our way back to the house. "I told you it was too early." I said half amused, half scolding. I had only managed to eat half of my burger and a portion of my fries. I got it to go, along with a pancake breakfast for Stephanie and was incredibly shocked to see Colby had eaten everything on his plate. "I'm never gonna eat a burger again!" I laughed loudly at this; we both knew that wasn't going to happen. As I pulled into the driveway Colby managed to toddle out of the car and up the driveway, his movements were purposely over dramatized and I watched with mild amusement. I took the leftovers and pancake breakfast from the back seat and followed him to the porch, unlocked the door and slid it open. Colby walked in and collapsed onto the couch, his hands never leaving his stomach. "I'm gonna die!" He groaned again. I giggled a little, placing the leftovers in the fridge and the pancake breakfast in the microwave. I walked back into the living room and plopped next to Colby, letting my hand slide beneath his shirt as I gently rubbed his stomach. "Ah that feels good..." Colby sighed and smiled at me, his hands crossed behind his head as he laid back and relaxed, I rolled my eyes a little. "Glad you're enjoying it young master." "Yup that's me!" He giggled. The sound of Stephanie shuffling down the stairs met my ears as she stood at the bottom and stared at her son, shaking her head. "Where did you two go?" She asked, yawning and stretching. She was wearing one of my robes and looked far from being rested. "We went to a diner in Hillsborough and this little monkey had to have a cheeseburger." I tickled his stomach causing him to squirm and laugh loudly, apparently completely cured from the attack of early morning fat. Stephanie rolled her eyes, "Now you know he shouldn't be having food like that so early." I sighed and looked at her with my bottom lip stuck out and the best puppy dog eyes I could muster, "I sorry Mommy!" She laughed and shook her head, "Fine, fine..." "There's something in there for you in the microwave." I commented as Colby sat up, pulling his shirt down and looking at his Mother. "Hopefully it's not a cheeseburger." She commented, walking still half asleep into the kitchen. "Aww thanks Jake!" Her voice echoed into the living room as the sound of the opening microwave door met our ears. "Don't mention it." I replied, wrapping my arm around Colby and kissing his forehead. "Hey Mom, Jake wants to go get a tree today!" Stephanie laughed as she stepped into the living room with her plate and a fork. "Oh he does huh? Well we aren't going anywhere till the whole downstairs is packed." Colby and I both groaned only causing Stephanie to laugh in amusement, she sat on the arm of the loveseat and ate her pancakes. Colby managed to fish the remote from a couch cushion and turned on the television, immediately becoming entranced by the cartoons which he found. I looked over at Stephanie semi-nervously. There was a part of me that feared she had awoken during the morning's events and wouldn't be okay with it. Even if she had given me her approval I still felt a great deal of trepidation about it. The actual act however, I felt absolutely no remorse towards. I always imagined that if I ever found myself in that situation with Colby it would kill me. I always thought that I'd never be able to live with myself and that I'd be running from the cops until the day I died. I really couldn't have been more wrong. I looked over at Colby's blank stare as he blindly watched whatever was on, Stephanie had swallowed the last bit of pancake and I looked at her in turn. She nodded and smiled. "Are you ready to get to work?" I shrugged, "Guess so. Let's get to it, Colby can watch cartoons." I ruffled his hair but it caused not a single break in his concentration. I followed Stephanie into the kitchen and looked back to see Colby laughing at whatever was on.