This is a very short tale of a man and a boy finding love. If that idea offends you, why are you in the Adult Youth section of Nifty? If this content is illegal where you live, again why are you here?
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"Hey Mister, you looken for a good time?"
Asked a boy of about eleven to a man of about thirty.
"Could be, what'll it cost me?"
"I'm told I should charge twenty for a blowjob and fifty to let you fuck me."
"You're cute enough to be worth twice that. How bout a package deal, two hundred, but I expect you to let me suck your dick too."
The boy's eyes went wide.
"Yes Sir! Ummm. Should we do it here or..."
"Ha! I have a hotel room just up the block."
A hotel room he said, ha! He had the penthouse at the finest hotel in the city. He took the boy by the hand and they walked.
When the elevator door opened into the man's suite the boy almost passed out. He had never imagined such luxury.
"Kiddo, you're filthy. You need a shower, and you need to prepare for anal sex. May I wash you?"
The boy just nodded. The man took the boy into the massive bathroom and slowly stripped him. Gently caressing the boy's dirty, but unblemished skin. For almost an hour the man lovingly scrubbed and washed the boy, he had been on the streets for two weeks, and it showed.
With the boy cleaner than he had been in his life, the man dried the boy then himself. The man demonstrated the process of what he called 'freshing up'. Though nervous the boy did exactly what he was shown. With all the preparation finished the man led the boy to the bed.
"Mister, I've never done this before, but I really need the money. Please don't hurt me."
"Kiddo, I could never hurt you, I want to pleasure you, I want to give you a night you will never forget. May I start by sucking that amazingly gorgeous dickie of yours?"
"Yes please!"
Seven hours later, the boy and the man lay in bed holding each other. Nether could move from sheer exhaustion. Two souls had become one. The man had never been more sexually satiated in his life. The boy was still trembling, no, vibrating at the memories of his first eight orgasms. (The boy had masturbated before, but had always stopped out of fear of wetting himself).
The boy's seventh bliss occurred not too long after the man asked the boy to make love to him. He had heard that there were men who might want that, but was told it would never happen. After that the boy begged the man to do the same to him.
The man patiently, gently and lovingly rimmed, fingered and stretched the boy till he was more than ready to take the man's exceptionally average cock. With not a hint of pain in the boy's eyes, face to face the man masterfully made passionate love to the boy, insuring every stroke brushed over the little magic marble. After an hour the boy was screaming "Yes. Yes. Yes." At the top of his lungs. Their rapture was simultaneous. Both enjoyed the greatest orgasm of their lives. The man collapsed on top of the boy, quickly wrapped his arms around the boy's back and rolled over. After what seemed like an eternity, the man finally spoke.
"Kiddo... I've spent more than ten years of my life looking for you... My heart and my home have something in common, they are both very large, and very empty... Kiddo, would you do me the honor of becoming my son, to raise, to love, and to cherish. From this day, until the day I die? Would you do me the honor of being my lover, till the day you no longer wish to share my bed?"
The sobs from the boy were only interrupted by a single word, "Yes!"
"Thank you." The man said, "So... What's your name anyways?"
Epilogue.
The man and the boy spent the next twenty years as exclusive lovers. At the age of 32 the boy met a man his own age, at work. The man adored his new son in-law, who joined the boy in calling him "Dad". The man spent the rest of his life loving his sons, grandsons and even a couple great grandsons. His boys had a knack for finding street boys that liked men. Eventually the man passed, it happened while he was being blown by his youngest great grandson, a nine year old. The little one knew that the old man was gone as he swallowed. The boy beamed.
"Great Grandpa lives in me now!"
The old man would be missed. But he would not be mourned. He would be celebrated.
The End.
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