Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2023 05:32:34 +0000 From: M. B. Subject: My Secret Little Boyfriend "My Secret Little Boyfriend" ====== Standing in front of the public bathroom mirror at summer camp, I realized I was probably the most pathetic dork with a goofy smile plastered over my thin lips. If Harry Potter were seventeen and dressed like a scout instead of a wizard, that would be me. Well, mostly, because I was lanky with large hands and feet, and a flat butt. With just a year left of high school, I was still a virgin, while many other seventeen-year-olds were probably already having sex. With my luck, or lack thereof, I couldn't get laid even if I wanted to. Not with anyone my age, anyway. But I didn't want to. My heart didn't let me. From behind, skinny and pasty little arms wrapped around my narrow waist, and my smile was probably goofier than ever. Not only did my heart melt, but my small penis twitched with excitement. Whenever I thought about my social status as a virgin nerd, bullied more times than I could count, I immediately reminded myself that I had a big support system in the form of a small body. My secret little boyfriend. An elementary school kid, no less. I turned around and glanced over my shoulders, even though no one else was in here. I didn't want to think about the serious consequences I'd face as a scoutmaster-in-training being involved with a young scout. Well, technically, I was young myself because I had yet to be an adult, but society would still scrutinize me for it because I should know better. I did know better. It was my heart that didn't. "We have to be very careful, Toby, okay?" I caressed his little cheek, my heart lifting again at just the sight of his innocent, boyish face. Big, blue eyes and a mop of white-blond hair in a bowl cut, a natural towhead with freckles. Toby's ruddy cheeks flushed, looking so adorable in his much-smaller uniform. "Sorry, Perry. I forgot." His young and boyish voice got me every time. I hunched over to reach his full lips for a little peck, the only way we kissed. "You love me, little man?" Another blush, and he nodded with a grin. He'd been my boyfriend for two months, but we'd known each other for a few years. I had to be extra careful now that I was fully erect. It wasn't that Toby was a piece of meat, because he totally wasn't in my eyes, but his existence and what he meant to me made both my body and heart respond in exciting ways that still overwhelmed me. I was in love with a young boy, something no one but boy lovers would ever understand. I was lucky to find online support for people like me, a special teen group for boy lovers---some members were female, which was surprising. I leaned into Toby's ear and whispered, "Meet me at our special spot?" Yet another blush like the super cutie he was, and off he went like a boy chasing after his biggest dream. That was what he'd once told me, that I was his biggest dream. Why? Because he'd never had a big brother before, but for obvious reasons, he'd also never had a boyfriend. It was funny how most people assumed kids didn't always know what they said or thought, but I refused to patronize this particular kid. He was very smart, and he was way more mature than most other boys his age, even more than me when I was his age. God, Toby. What the heck did you do for me to fall so fast? Not that I was complaining. If anything, I felt like the luckiest guy on the planet. He saw something in me that no one else did, and I'd never forget that for the rest of my life. *** About a mile of a walk, there was an old shack that no one ever bothered with, right near the woods. Back when I was a little scout, I had spread a rumor about this shack being haunted and infested with rodents, even going as far as to say that it attracted armies of wasps. None of it was true, of course, but after saying it enough times every single year, people believed it. That was why it was abandoned and why I felt safe there with Toby. When I reached the withered door, still dressed in my scout uniform, I looked all around me just to be extra safe. I opened it, the creaking sound not as loud as it sometimes was because of the occasional oil I poured over the hinges. There he was, blushing as usual. Toby: my secret little boyfriend. He sat on the single-person airbed I'd recently bought. The bed was twin-size, and this was where being super skinny came in handy, because we could both fit perfectly. For the millionth time, I asked, "Do you still want to play nippy?" I was so hard that I had to be cautious around others whenever precum leaked, because it always seeped through the bulge of my scout shorts. Granted, I could pretend I'd peed on myself, but still. Toby gave me a quick nod, grinning. "Are you sure?" I always asked again because the day he rejected me was the day I'd never bother him again. Respect was so important to me, which was why being called an incel a few times really offended me because those guys had rapist tendencies from their sexual depravity. I wasn't like that at all. Toby nodded again. "Yeah, Perry. I love playing nippy. It's fun." Smiling, I crawled on the airbed and sat next to him, my long and skinny legs spread out. I unbuttoned my scout shirt just enough for my oval-shaped nipples to be accessible. I waited as he did the same, his pink ones like tiny circles just waiting to be rubbed. I loved how small they were, especially the nubs that made me wish I could give each of them a careful nibble. "I'm ready," Toby said in a low tone, blushing again. I gave him a warm smile and pulled him into my arms with his legs around my waist. When I reached to rub his nipples with my thumbs, he did the same to me. My heavy eyes fluttered from his erotic touch, even though he might not have understood the concept on my end. I knew it wouldn't take much longer for me to come, and once that happened, I had to wait a while for the cum to dry. But I wanted to wait a bit and enjoy the moment. Toby let out a soft giggle. Mature, yeah, but still sexually inexperienced because, well, of course he was. He was still a boy at the end of the day. A beautiful, little boy with a beautiful, big heart. A boy who had given me a chance when no one else ever would. He wasn't the lucky one. I was, and gratefully so. "I love you, Toby." He just gave me a big smile. He never said it back, nor did I ever expect him to. But he didn't have to because actions always spoke louder than words. Kids usually said those words to family members because it was expected. They didn't understand the concept of love and romance the way teens and adults did. But they knew it felt good to be loved, and while they didn't express it in words, since they weren't articulate enough, they expressed it with big smiles and big hugs, probably too overwhelmed to speak even if they could. I couldn't hold the urge anymore. I needed to masturbate, and fast. Besides, despite the lies I'd spread about this shack, we still had to be careful. If we were gone for too long, the other scouts would wonder where we were and start looking for us. "Toby, it's time now." His face beamed because he was fascinated by watching me do it every time. "Okay!" Still sitting upright, I unbuttoned the rest of my shirt and peeled it off. Then, I unzipped my shorts and pushed them down to my knees, revealing my hairless body. Well, I did shave my dark brown pubes to match his naturally hairless crotch. I lay on my back, stroking my leaking erection while Toby sat cross-legged beside me, never taking off his clothes whenever we "made love" to one another. Well, in my mind we made love, but probably not in his for obvious reasons. I observed his sweet, handsome face full of youth and innocence, the ruddiness of his cheeks deepening from yet another blush. "Can I try?" My eyebrows rose, and I admit I'd never expected to hear that. Why would I? I smiled, and while I knew Toby really did want to help, I still felt the need to ask for confirmation. "Are you sure?" He nodded quickly, blushing some more. "Well, you are my secret little boyfriend, which means you can do anything to me that makes you feel good." "Really?" "Of course. That's what boyfriends are for, to have fun together and be happy." I let him take over. As soon as his warm, little hand made a fist around the shaft, I almost lost it and had to clench my body to stop myself from coming too quickly. Never had we taken our relationship this far, and I only hoped he'd be willing to do it again. Truthfully, I'd love to take things all the way, but I knew better than to expect that. For now, this was awesome enough. Still on my back, I relaxed and enjoyed what was a pleasant surprise. Toby's first handjob, and I was lucky to experience it directly. Dripping copiously, I had to keep holding the urge to come because of how surreal it was for a boy his age to do this, especially to a teen. Granted, he wasn't too far from puberty, but he was young, nonetheless. He stopped stroking and formed an adorable look of surprise. "Are you peeing on me?" He observed the precum that had dripped all over his hand. I let out a chuckle. "No, that's not pee, remember? It's the clear stuff I told you about that comes out of my penis whenever you make me happy." "Oh." Toby blushed. "I thought that was what the white stuff meant." "That, too, but they're two different kinds of fluids. The clear stuff is like a sign telling the person I'm excited. The white stuff means I'm super-duper excited, like the happiest that one can be in the whole wide world." Toby tittered. "That sounds so silly." "But it's true. In fact, you're kind of responsible for the cause of it in my case." "I am?" Poor kid didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing, looking more astonished than anything. "Yeah, but it's not a bad thing. It just means I like the way you look and the way you touch me. It feels amazing." "Oh." Toby blushed like the adorable little boy he was, always melting my heart with no effort. I brushed my knuckles softly against his cheek, smiling with the kind of joy only he could bring me. "Hey, Perry?" "What is it?" Toby sported an inquisitive facial expression. "Is it true that a penis can be a popsicle?" I raised my eyebrows, my eyes bulging. Where the heck had he learned about that? Was something going on that I didn't know about? Somehow, that surprising question made the pit of my stomach tighten, and I wasn't sure why. "...I guess so. Who told you that?" "No one. Well, not to me." A wave of relief crashed into me, and it marked the first time since being boyfriends with Toby that I felt a twinge of jealousy. I suddenly realized how silly it was. Maybe I just needed a bit more confidence, even though it was hard to have some every time I looked in the mirror. Toby didn't care, though. He cared about my heart. "I overheard one of the scouts talking about it," he continued. "I think he wanted to do it with someone from the girl scouts camp, but I was really confused about the conversation." "I bet." Toby got back to stroking my penis, more precum dripping over his hand, but this time, he ignored it and kept on. "Hey, Perry?" "What is it?" Toby stopped stroking as if unable to multitask. Then again, he was a literal child. "Why would anyone put a penis in their mouth?" I tried my hardest not to take advantage of the situation. As easy as it could be to get him to try stuff with me, I didn't have the heart to do it. Facts only. "People do it because it's fun, and it feels good to the person receiving the act." "Really?" Why was Toby so intrigued? "Yep. It doesn't taste bad or anything, at least not if the person showered. But you would end up tasting that clear stuff if you ever did it. Not saying I expect you to, of course, just stating a probability." "Oh." He formed another inquisitive look. "What does it taste like?" The idea of Toby questioning the concept of a blowjob with apparent fascination gave me the strongest hope for his curiosity to win him over. But again, only if he truly wanted to. "Salty. I like it, it's not bad at all." "Can I try?" Oh... Was my fantasy on the verge of coming true? I tried so hard to contain myself from having high hopes. He could just be curious about the taste without wanting to actually blow me. I gave him a warm smile. "Are you sure?" Toby nodded, blushing like the cutie he was. "Remember what I said, that you can do anything to me that makes you feel good. In fact, you don't ever have to ask me. As long as we're safe and no one is around, I want you to just do whatever your mood tells you to do, and I will never reject it." "Okay!" After a moment of silence, the two of us smiling at each other, Toby finally lowered his small head and opened his little mouth, sticking out his cute tongue and licking just the head where lots of precum overflowed. I closed my eyes for a moment, the surreal experience pushing me to the edge of pleasure. It became harder than ever to control the urge to shoot. Toby stopped and licked his lips with a shy grin. "I kind of like it. Can I do it again?" "Are you sure?" Oh, boy, this was really happening. He was actually going to give me a blowjob, or close to it, at least. "I'm sure, but...didn't you say I can do whatever my mood tells me to do?" Oh, right. Somehow, it was working in my favor, and I prayed his curiosity not only won him over, but sparked new thoughts of wanting to try other stuff. In due time, of course. "I did. Go ahead and do anything you want to me." Toby beamed. "Okay!" He did it again and let out a soft titter, then again, and again. Ungh, I was so close that I had to keep clenching my body to prevent an eruption. It wasn't that I didn't want to come per se, but I was worried I'd shoot all over his face, and I wanted to see how far he was willing to take this new act between us. We were bonding in a whole new way, and I couldn't be any happier. "Anything, Toby," I heard myself say, fighting my release harder than ever. He shocked me more when he placed his lips over the head of my small penis, slurping up the precum and eventually sucking at a slow pace. Wow, his first blowjob. But, ungh...so close... He must have liked it because he didn't stop sucking. He bobbed his head slightly, looking like he was treating my penis like a popsicle, then looked at me and gave me a shy grin. But unlike all his other shy grins, there was something different about this, as if losing his innocence for a moment because he suddenly knew how much I enjoyed this. "Anything, Toby," I whispered desperately, hungry for this kid. "Anything. Take advantage of me. Use me..." Oh, crap, what was I saying! Another grin, almost devious in the most adorable way. "Can I taste the white stuff?" I just gave him a nod, and my brain fogged up from the desperation to release. I pushed his head down gently and guided him to suck me more, a little past the head while careful not to choke him. "If you want to taste it, you have to let it shoot inside your mouth, okay?" Toby nodded and gave me the cutest sucks that drove me hornier and hornier, grinning while he did it. At this point, he totally knew what he was doing to me. I finally lost it and gripped his head a little tightly to get him to stay that way. After a few more sucks, and I erupted everything I had in me, my body quivering and my mind numbing with ecstasy. Grunting, I felt like my release was nonstop because of how much cum my balls had churned. I hadn't felt so drained in quite a while, not like this. When I came back to reality, I observed the mess I'd made, globs of white goo having spilled on the base of my penis, as well as some on Toby's chin. "How was it?" His grin instantly reassured me that he was more than okay. "It was sweet. I liked it a lot, but there was so much that I couldn't swallow most of it." The fact that he'd been concerned about not swallowing it all gave me hope that our relationship would soon turn very sexual, especially since he'd confirmed he liked the taste. I gave him a warm smile and caressed his cheek. "Thanks, little man. That was awesome. You made me the happiest ever." Blushing yet again, Toby rushed to wrap his little arms around me. Then, while still in my arms, he studied my face with whatever other curiosities spawned inside his wandering mind. For the first time, I kissed him like a true lover, slipping my tongue inside his little mouth and searching for his tongue. But when I couldn't find it, or rather, it didn't find mine, I stopped and frowned. "I'm sorry, Toby, maybe I shouldn't have done that. I just love you, that's all. I can't help how I feel about you since you're my secret little boyfriend." But he didn't seem bothered at all. In fact, he said, "It's okay. You're my secret big boyfriend." We laughed softly, and I knew now more than ever that I was bound to fall even deeper in love with him than I'd imagined. We'd embark on a journey together and explore things we'd never known we could with each other. Today, he liked the taste of my cum. What else could he like? 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