Date: Wed, 1 Feb 2023 15:51:48 +0000
From: Int Pumps <intpumps@outlook.com>
Subject: "Jake in New York" - chapter 1 - gay/adult-youth

This story also contains brief references to incest.

When I first spotted Jake McQuinn on the streets of New York, I could
barely believe it. I had just finished at the gym when he caught my eye,
as boys his age often do. Standing there on the street corner, finishing
off a slice of pizza. All by himself, just staring up at the tall
buildings in a sort of daydream. What the hell would he be doing there?
Where was his dad? His brothers? After all, the kid was only...well, I
didn't keep close track of their ages, but his most famous brother,
Carson, had just started his first season at Texas. I knew they were
about 6 years apart, so that made Jake...

I frowned. Too young to be standing on a street corner in New York alone.

So it couldn't be him.

Except that it was. Those beautiful, dark eyes. The swoop of brown hair.
The lithe but already muscular frame. And that look on his face that was
somehow different, deeper than the happy-go-lucky jock-bro grin his
brothers usually carried in their group photos. He was a perfect,
beautiful kid, and I couldn't help thinking that he was even more
beautiful in person than he looked in his photos. It didn't hurt that he
was wearing a Dallas Cowboys t-shirt that nicely framed his upper body,
the sleeves falling just high enough to expose Jake's strong young
biceps and forearms, and a pair of blue gym shorts that hugged his legs
and hips and cute bubble butt tightly.

And if I was stunned to see Jake McQuinn standing there in front of me, I
was even more amazed at what I did next. Before I could stop to think, I
was standing next to him.

"Hey, I know you."

Jake looked up with the wide-eyed innocence of a small-town kid in the
big city, still chewing the last bite of his pizza.

"Huh?"

"I said I know you." Jake was already looking me up and down, trying to
figure out what was going on. This guy -- this man -- on the street in
New York, dressed in a tight athletic t-shirt and shorts, was talking to
him and saying...wait, what was he saying? "I know you from Instagram, I
think. Aren't you Carson McQuinn's brother?"

That had just the effect I expected. Jake rolled his eyes and turned
away. "Whatever."

"No, no, you are. Jake, right? Jake McQuinn."

Slowly, the kid turned back to me. Glaring at me but at least not giving
me the cold shoulder. "You know who I am?"

"Yeah, man, of course I do. I mean, yeah, I've seen you in your brothers'
photos, but I know you too." The glare was fading into an open-eyed look
of curiosity. "You're a pretty damn talented quarterback yourself. I've
seen the tape." Now the stormy look in the kid's eyes was completely
gone, replaced by what almost looked like the start of a smile.

"You've watched me play?" he said quietly. He brushed his hair out of his
eyes. The fingertips of his other hand were playing with the hem of his
t-shirt. Below that, I could make out a gentle bulge into Jake's blue
shorts. I was already starting to wonder...but fuck, Ryan, focus.

"Yeah, of course," I said. It was almost true - I'd seenthathe played.
Even if Carson was the only one of the McQuinn brothers destined to
follow their dad into NFL greatness, I knew that all four of them played.
Hell, I had gone deep on the Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook accounts of
all four brothers, their dad, even their mom and a couple of grandmas who
had posted photos. I had never dared to actually follow them --
especially given the ages of the boys when I first started taking an
interest -- but thank the boy-loving gods, their profiles were all public
and they posted prolifically. Eric McQuinn, former NFL wide receiver for
the New York Jets, and his beautiful wife Tricia. His oldest son Mike,
who played QB in college, was a beautifully muscled, lean and handsome
brown-haired stud like his dad. Carson had more of the compact,
powerfully muscled frame of a running back, but an equally handsome mug,
his blue eyes twinkling above his square jaw. Carson would be a
legitimate contender for the Heisman in a year or two, and was destined
to be a star in the NFL too. Callum was still in high school, but I could
already tell the kid was growing into his brooding good looks, especially
now that his body was filling out and he was growing his dark brown hair
longer.

And then there was Jake. He didn't post as much on his own account, but
I'd seen from his dad's and brothers' posts that Jake was growing a
tight, lean body under his football uniform just like his brothers had.
It was only a matter of time before he developed into the same lean and
powerful frame that his oldest brother Mike had grown. But he wasn't
there yet, and I could just imagine what that still-developing body
looked like under his t-shirt. "You're surprised a guy in New York knows
you?"

Now Jake was fully grinning. Sheepishly but happily smiling and lowering
his eyes, before raising them up to meet mine. Now that he was opening up
to me a little, it hit me that this was really him -- the boy I'd lusted
over for more years than I cared to admit. Those dark brown eyes seemed
to glint in the sunshine. His hair shone too, the longish brown strands
taking on a lighter hue in the sun. And Jake's smile -- wow. Tiny
dimples in his smooth cheeks, soft pink lips, and sugar-white teeth that
he'd only had for a few years after his baby teeth fell out. I couldn't
help wondering how those lips tasted, how that smile would gently part as
I kissed him, turning to an open-mouthed gasp of pleasure as I pressed my
hand under his shorts and found his quivering boyhood.

I was jolted from my daydream by Jake's voice responding to my question,
that young voice that was so firm and strong but only half dropped. I
realized I'd never heard him speak before. It was perfect -- the
confidence of a young man but the innocence of the boy he still was.
"Honestly, yeah. I'm not even in high school yet."

"Well, you shouldn't be surprised," I said. "You look good out there.
Really, really good." That last comment was followed by a quick dart of
my eyes over the boy's body. He clocked it, and looked down again with
another embarrassed smile.

"Are you here with your family?" I continued, looking around. The street
corner was relatively empty at this time of day, and nobody was paying us
any attention.

"Yeah," Jake answered. He looked down the block. "They're upstairs in
their hotel rooms. We're here for an awards ceremony for Dad. They all
went out late last night so they're sleeping."

"Oh," I said. That one syllable reflected calm and cool, on the outside.
But inside my chest, my heart skipped a beat. "And you just decided to
take a walk?"

"Yeah," he answered, looking at me with a little defiance, as if daring
me to suggest he wasn't old enough. "They'll be out for hours and I
figured I should see New York if we're gonna be in New York."

The words were tumbling out of me now: "You want me to show you around?"

Jake looked up at me with a wide smile. He was so fucking cute. I could
tell how flattered and happy the boy was to hear this invitation, and I
had to will my hard-on away. His young voice was quiet, but with a tinge
of excitement. "OK."

"This way," I said casually, though my chest was thumping under my tight
t-shirt. I could feel him tagging along behind me and it made my pulse
quicken. I had a good feeling about this kid, but it was still entirely
possible that he was just bored and looking for something to do for a few
hours.

I decided to find out.

"Let's go up to the park," I said, turning back to find Jake right at my
heels, watching me eagerly. "It should be really pretty. And it's on my
way home."

"Cool," Jake said tersely. It sounded like he was trying to make his
voice a little deeper, which was sweet and sexy at the same time. But he
quickly went on: "What's your name, by the way?"

"Oh, my bad, man," I said with a sheepish look. "Ryan." I held out my
hand and he willingly clasped it in his. Strong grip. My cock twitched.

"Jake. But...I guess you knew that. So...Ryan." I liked the sound of my
name on his lips. "You live alone?"

What kind of question was that from a kid his age? We were paused at
another corner and it occurred to me that I, an adult man, was now
brazenly leading this cute boy away from his family.I hadn't done
anything illegal -- not yet. But if somebody stopped us and asked any
questions, the answers wouldn't sound good.I looked at Jake with a
smirk, and I was surprised to see that he held my gaze, even lifting his
eyebrows a little bit. Just then the light changed and I moved into the
street, forcing him to wait a moment more for my answer.

"No," I answered, as he caught up to me on the other side. We were just a
couple blocks from the park now, but the streets were still quiet. "I
live with my boyfriend."

"Oh," Jake said. He was quiet for a moment as we walked on. "You're gay?"

The kid was up front. I liked that. And not afraid to come right out and
ask about a guy's sexuality. I wondered if that was just Gen Z or whether
he'd thought about this. "Guilty."

Jake laughed. His smile was so beautiful, and I loved seeing him open up
to me. I could tell it was refreshing for him to talk honestly like this,
too, and I wondered if he had any little buddies at school who he could
confide in. "No, dude. There's nothing wrong with it at all."

"Nice to see a guy like you who thinks so. When I was your age, a lot of
the hot jock guys wouldn't have been so understanding."

We were crossing the street to the park now, which gave Jake a little bit
of time to process that comment. He pushed his hands into the pockets of
his blue shorts, his gorgeous brown eyes looking down, then he looked up
at me with a little smile behind his lips. "You think I'm a hot jock
guy?"

I chuckled, and he reddened a little bit. "I'm serious!" he whined,
hitting me playfully on the arm. The contact, slight and sudden though it
was, still made my cock swell in my shorts.

"Well, anybody with an Internet connection and a pair of eyes can see
that you're a jock." Jake smiled broadly, proud that this was how the
world thought of him. My heart pounded a little harder as I went on: "And
honestly...anybody with a pair of eyes can see that you're hot, too."

"Wow," he said quietly. His hands came out of his pockets and I thought I
felt him straighten up, walking with a little more confidence as we went
deeper into the park. His chest rose a little higher in his t-shirt, so
that my hungry eyes could see the gentle swells of what would soon
develop into his pecs. It was already a beautiful walk, and I suddenly
felt a little thrill of excitement and taboo at the thought that I was
sharing it with him....and that I was slowly but surely guiding this
absolute stud of a kid back to my apartment. I looked up and saw that he
was eyeing me. "Y'know, some people might think it's a little skeezy to
say that to a guy my age."

"And what age is that exactly?" I asked, before I could stop myself.

He brushed his hair out of his eyes again and suddenly Jake looked
extremely young. "I'm 12," he said.

One part of me felt that number like an electric shock. Not even a
teenager, and I was seriously thinking about trying to get Jake into my
bed -- had already imagined exactly what I would do to him if I could. If
he let me.

Another part of me, the part that had been trying to do some quick math
in my head as we started talking, was almost disappointed. I had halfway
convinced myself that Jake was 11, or even 10.

Meanwhile, the actual 12-year-old boy in front of me was waiting for an
answer. I didn't want to scare him off, but I could kind of tell that he
was just playing with me. And if I was actually going to go through with
this -- if I was actually going to invite a 12-year-old back to my place
and do...fuck, do all the things with him that my dirty fucking mind was
imagining at that moment, well, I wanted to be sure that he wanted it.
That he needed it. That there was no possible suggestion I'd coerced him
into it. And that meant being just as up front as this young stud had
been with me.

"Yeah, they might think that," I began, letting my eyes drag slowly over
Jake's lean body. "But something tells me you might like me telling you
that." I smiled. "Even at your age."I was careful to let him see me
looking. To let him feel, deeply in his body and in his heart, what it
was like to know that a man desired him. That I desired him.

"Yeah, maybe," Jake murmured, looking down. I could see his pink lips
curling into a smile again, though, and I threw a playful punch back at
him.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." Suddenly Jake stopped walking and turned to stand at a railing
looking out over an especially beautiful part of the park. For a moment,
I imagined easing up behind his smaller body, wrapping my arms around his
torso and feeling his firm, lean frame through his t-shirt, exploring the
tight lines of his chest, his stomach, his narrow hips. I didn't even
dare to think of what it would feel to press my fingers under that
t-shirt, to spread my palms over the soft, smooth expanse of Jake's
stomach and chest. To press my body against his round, pert, not quite
teenage butt.

Fuck.

Instead, with a lump in my throat, I sidled up next to him and looked
over at him expectantly.

He paused and looked at me a moment before going on. "It's stupid,
but...my brothers are so...like, people think they're so--"

"Hot?" I ventured.

Jake gave me a wry smile.

"Fuckinghot?"

"Shut up," this beautiful kid said with a laugh, punching my chest with
the back of his hand. "It's just...people are so into them that they,
like...they forget about me."

"Jake," I said, wrapping my solid arm around his shoulder and pulling him
into my chest. I met his brown eyes and couldn't help thinking he was the
most gorgeous kid I'd ever seen. "Trust me. Nobody's gonna forget about
you."

I could feel his strong body relax into mine, and it sent a little shiver
up the center of my chest. A mere shadow of an image flashed through my
mind -- of wrapping myself around this kid, this perfect specimen of
athletic boyhood, feeling his tight and strong limbs twist and curl into
my larger and stronger adult body. Before I could imagine anything more,
though, Jake began speaking again.

"You think so? I mean, like....when we came into the hotel, everybody was
all about Carson, or my dad. Even Mike and Callum were flirting with the
girls at the bar." Jake sighed, and I wanted to hug him closer, but
resisted. "They just see me as the little brother. Just a little kid."

I reluctantly lifted my arm from around his shoulder and turned him to
look at me. "For what it's worth, dude...I think you're the most handsome
McQuinn man of them all." I used the word "man" intentionally, though
at this moment of vulnerability he had never looked more like the boy
that he was.

His big eyes widened a little, then he laughed self-consciously. "You're
just saying that."

"No..." I said, suddenly serious. "I'm really not." Jake heard the change
in my voice, and smiled appreciatively. "As a guy who's spent...way too
much time looking at pics of your family, I can tell you: nothing
prepared me for how handsome -- how hot -- you'd grow up to be."

Jake's smile widened, and I smiled back. But his expression suddenly
shifted into a bit of a devilish smirk. "So you like looking at my
brothers?"

I shrugged, my muscular shoulders rolling in my t-shirt. "You and your
brothers, yeah. Who wouldn't?"

"If you..." He seemed to be hesitating, not sure if he wanted to cross
this line. "If you were up in their room right now...what would you wanna
be doing?"

I scoffed, giving Jake a look that asked if he really wanted to go there.
But he was meeting my gaze with a little taunting smile, the cocky boy
daring the adult to say a naughty word. I decided to push him a little
farther. After all, if this kid was gonna do all the things I was hoping
he'd do with me, he wouldn't scamper off at the first mention of them.

"I'd fuck Carson first." Jake's eyes widened, but immediately his look of
shock changed to one of intense interest, even a little smile forming on
his lips. "I'd give that beautiful, meaty ass the fuck it so...so deeply
deserves."

The boy looked like he was going to say something, but then pursed his
lips and stayed quiet. So I went on.

"I'm sure he's never felt anything like it. A hard, thick cock deep in
his hole. He's probably never even imagined it. But I could give an ass
like that a ride he'd never forget." For a second I allowed myself to
imagine Carson McQuinn above me, his hips rising and falling as he fucked
himself on my rock-hard prick, his pretty blue eyes fluttering open and
closed, his cobblestone abs clenching as he felt me sink deep inside him,
his huge pecs bouncing as I thrust my curving, veined dick up into him. I
could see Carson's own fat 8 inches swell, throb, and then pump nine
long arcs of cum all over my hard stomach. I also allowed myself to
picture Jake watching us, his hand in his shorts stroking his boyhood,
meeting my eyes, and then his brother's. I looked at Jake and smirked.
"I bet I could make your brother cum in about thirty seconds."

He just stared wide-eyed at me. I cocked my head. "You know what cum
means, right?"

"Yes," he said curtly.

"Just haven't imagined Carson doing it?"

Jake looked up at me red-faced, and I raised my eyebrows in surprise. I
have to admit, the fact that this boy thought about his 18-year-old big
brother shooting a load was fucking hot. "Really. Damn, kid. You're
hornier than I thought. So then you wouldn't mind me saying that I'd
gladly suck Mike's cock till your big brother shot ropes of cream down
my throat...?"

He lowered his gaze, then lifted his head a little, and I could see those
big, beautiful eyes under his long eyelashes. I could tell he was
summoning his courage. Jake swallowed hard, then murmured: "Me too." The
kid raised his eyes a bit higher, meeting mine. "Or Callum's."

My dick was now achingly hard in my shorts. It had to be making an
obvious tent, but I didn't sense Jake's eyes shifting toward it. He was
probably feeling a lot like I was at the moment - incredibly turned on,
or at least incredibly excited, but at the same time terrified to do
anything about it.

Still, I couldn't resist letting my fingers slip down to wrap around my
swollen cock as an image flashed through my mind of Jake McQuinn, 12
years old and already a dick-hungry little stud, on his knees in his
brother Callum's room, his brown eyes closed and shaded by those lovely
lashes, soft hair swooping down over his brow and ears, hands curled
around Callum's hips, his lips flushed red as he moved them steadily and
lovingly up and down his older brother's long, curving 7-inch cock. The
14-year-old Callum sighing quietly, then louder as Jake picked up the
pace of his bobbing head and squeezed his lips tighter around Callum's
shaft, the teenager's own lean and muscular body tensing, his abs
clenching, then the two brothers' eyes meeting in a moment of frantic,
incestuous climax as Callum moaned and spread his legs wide, pumping a
thin but powerful stream of adolescent cum down his little brother's
throat.

"Wow."

Jake's soft, pre-adolescent voice once again jerked me back to reality.
I opened my eyes and looked at him, and saw that he was now openly
staring at the huge hard-on straining my shorts. My fingers unraveled
from my cock and my hand dropped to my side.

"Fuck," I said, my voice thick with lust. Any pretense of suave seduction
was gone, betrayed by that steel bar of dick prodding up into the air,
shouting the one thing I'd tried to keep unsaid.

I wanted to fuck this boy.

Fortunately for me, all the things I'd been thinking about Jake's desire
to explore his budding sexuality with me were more than just a horny
dude's imagination. Much more. I realized as much when I stopped worrying
about whether he was looking at my own thick hard-on...and suddenly
noticed his.

Jake wasn't even embarrassed that his stiff spike was blatantly poking
into his blue shorts. Not that he had anything to be ashamed of - that
bulge I'd caught a glimpse of twenty minutes ago was even bigger than I'd
guessed. At 12, this boy had a cock that looked to be at least 5 inches,
with an ample, wide tip that pressed needfully into his shorts.

My heart thudded in my chest as I looked back at his cute, dimpled face.
Jake's eyes tracked from my hard-on, back down to his own, then up to
meet my gaze.

He was so beautiful and vulnerable at that moment that it was all I could
do not to just wrap him in my arms and kiss him, right there in the
middle of the park, to press my hard body against him and let him feel my
cock pressing against his stomach. The firm, urgent follow-up to my
hungry eyes and solicitous words. The clearest possible sign that I
wanted him. That I needed him. That despite the difference in our ages,
despite the fact that we'd just met on a street corner, I was willing to
risk everything to make him feel good, to make him feel loved.

Instead, I reached out and brushed my thumb over Jake's gently quivering
lip, then turned my hand and cradled the side of his head in my palm,
stroking his brown hair where it fell loosely over his ear.

"Do you want to come back to my house, Jake?" My voice was barely above a
whisper.

I could feel his heart thumping. I could feel this gorgeous 12-year-old
kid's breath, shallow, catching in his throat as I kept stroking his
hair, my fingertips on the smooth, soft skin of his neck and cheek. Did
he have any idea what I meant? Could he possibly conceive at his age of
all the things I could show him, wanted to do for him, wanted to do to
him?

Then I felt the lightest touch against my leg. Jake's hand. His fingers,
sliding against me almost imperceptibly, trembling a little but pressing
bravely onward. One of them brushed against my cock through my shorts and
he paused for a split-second, never breaking eye contact with me, then
curled his fingers gently around me and gave me the gentlest, softest
squeeze.

He nodded.

I smiled, and Jake smiled. My dick throbbed in his light grip, and he
smiled a little bigger. He was the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen, and
I think I fell in love with him a little bit right then.

Somehow I got the confidence to utter, "Follow me," then turned and
started walking.