Date: Thu, 30 May 2019 01:08:36 +0000 (UTC) From: Blaise Schott Subject: Ty's Fan Mail chapter 1 This story is a work of fiction. It involves sexual scenes between adults and minors. The author in no way intends to encourage anyone to commit any crimes with minors. If this topic offends you, or if it is illegal for you to read these stories, please leave now. Also, if you are under the age of 18, please leave now. Please support Nifty. They cannot keep this service available without your financial support. I'd love to hear any feedback. I can be contacted at blaiseschott@yahoo.com Ty's Fan Mail by Blaise Schott Chapter 1 I'm not sure how to begin. No, I'm serious. I have no idea how to begin. Which, come to think of it, is a bit odd considering I've been writing stories for a few years, and never had writer's block. In fact, everything was always very easy when it came to writing alternative erotica, or whatever you want to call stories about cute, sexy boys. But I guess the difference between those stories and this one is that this one is about me, and what happened to me when Ty, short for Tyler, came into my life. So, maybe I should start by telling you a bit about myself, and then tell you about that fateful night I opened my inbox and saw the first message of many from Ty, titled "Fan mail". My name is Clayton. By all accounts, I should not write the type of stories I write. I'm married to my college sweetheart, and we have two kids, an 11 year old son and an 8 year old daughter. I work full-time at an investment firm, and my wife is an attorney. We cart our kids around to their sporting events during the weekends, and we even have a family dog. We live in St. Louis, often called flyover country. How much more normal can you get? But sometimes, when I get a few minutes alone, I'm able to devote time to my true passion: writing boy erotica, under the pseudonym Drew S. And I guess that's really where this all began. It began with one of my stories. Not one of my best, but not my worst, either. Just a story about a generically hot boy meeting a generically hot older guy at a beach. Speedos and boy feet were involved. I planned for it to go four chapters, but I was losing steam after the second chapter, so I wrapped it up in the third chapter. I got a handful of responses from readers. Most said how great the story was. I appreciated their comments, but knew better. This was far from a great story. In fact, I knew that my next story needed more pazzaz. A handful of days, maybe a week, went by with a couple more comments trickling in. Then, on a Friday night, I received it. Nothing special on its face. The subject line of the email read "Fan mail". The sender's name was Ty S. I opened it and read the following: Hey, I love all your stories. You are one of my favorite authors. I even liked your last story, but it seemed rushed. I hope you keep writing. I am learning a lot from reading your stories. "Learning a lot". What did that mean? It's not like I was teaching sex ed. My stories were about people getting off. Only a virgin, or possibly a minor, wouldn't know about the things I wrote about. But if he was a minor, I certainly didn't want to poke that beehive. My stories were fantasy. And by definition, fantasy is not real. I didn't want to cross over to reality when it came to minors. But I was curious. And what's that saying... "curiosity killed the cat"? So I emailed back. Not quite immediately, but pretty damn close to it. I asked him to clarify what he meant by "learning a lot". And since his email came in within the last 45 minutes, I hoped he might still be online. Well, if he was, he didn't check his email. So, after waiting and waiting and waiting for a response, I finally gave up. Oh, and my wife was calling me to bed, so I probably would have waited even more if not for that. The next morning, as my eyes became accustomed to the dawning sun, I remembered Ty. So I hastily got up, trying to remain as quiet as possible so as not to wake up my family, and headed to my computer upstairs. It could not load fast enough. I wanted to shout "come on", but refrained. Then, finally, as I was able to open my internet browser, I got to my email, and saw it. A response from Ty: Yeah, I don't know a whole lot about sex. I've seen some stuff on the internet but a lot of it is kinda stupid. And they talked about it in sex ed, but I didn't really pay attention in class. That's why I like reading stories. I learn a lot more than I learn in school. I also really like the characters in your stories. They are really cool. I hope to hear from you again. I think it's cool to chat with one of my favorite authors. I'll talk to you later. I have to get to school. He has to get to school? So he's still in school. But he could be in college, right? Not likely. I couldn't believe this. Of all the comments and critiques I had received for my stories, they all seemed to be adults. But this seemed like my first minor. I didn't know what to do. Should I just come out and ask his age, or try to be more subtle about it. I decided just to come out with it and ask him. I fired off a quick response telling him I was glad he was getting something from my stories, but it sounded like he was too young to read them. I asked him how old he was. And as I hit the send button just as my son started up the stairs. I quickly logged out and began my fatherly duties for the day. I went on with my day frequently checking my emails on my laptop at work, but got nothing interesting. I got home that evening and checked several more times, but got nothing. Then, just as I was getting ready to go to bed, I decided to check once more. There it was. A reply from Ty. He told me that he was 14 and begged me not to tell anyone that he was reading these stories. Over the course of the next few days, Ty and I exchanged several emails. I learned that he lived in Springfield, Illinois, less than a two hour car ride from my house. He played basketball for his junior high, and he thought he might be gay. I also learned that he lived with both his parents and a younger brother. He felt very isolated since his younger brother was only 7 years old, and received most of his parents' attention. After learning about each other, Ty suggested we connect on a popular chatting app, Kik. We both agreed that it would be better if we could instantly chat rather than swap emails back and forth. But my concern was that I would be chatting with a young boy. This had me scared to death. What was I doing? What have I done already? Our conversations were PG rated, but the optics were bad: a 42 years old guy chatting with a 14 year old boy. I told Ty that I would get Kik on my phone when I got home. To be honest, I wasn't sure if I would follow through or not. I got home from work and was still apprehensive about downloading the chatting app. I decided I would wait and see what Ty said about my failure to connect with him on the app. I didn't have to wait long. That evening I checked my email. Ty's email to me was at the top of my inbox. He asked what was going on and why I had not yet connected with him on Kik. He acknowledged that he understood my fear, and then assured me that he was very careful with his phone and that he had no intention of letting me get in trouble. Feeling a renewed sense of assurance from his email, I downloaded Kik to my phone. I set up my account and logged on. I typed in his username, and what popped up gave me an immediate boner. Was that him? Was that his picture in his profile. I hoped so. To begin with, he didn't look like he was 14. Maybe 12 years old, but not 14. He had messy blond hair, blue eyes, an angular, masculine looking nose, high cheekbones, a defined jawline, and dimples with his smile. I sent him a message asking if he was there. I immediately received a response. I already liked this better than emails. He confirmed that the photo in his profile was him and that the photo was from a couple years ago. And with that, a photo popped up. It was a new picture of him. In fact, I learned it was a photo he had just taken with the app. I really liked Kik. His appearance had changed some. He looked a little older, but not much. He had one of those cool skater haircuts, where his hair was parted on the right, and the entire right side of his head up to the part was shaved. So cute. His eyes absolutely popped in the photo. You could see how blue his eyes were. He had on a red T-shirt with some type of logo on the front. I could see that he was on some sort of deck or porch with a nice looking yard behind him. This boy was just perfect. Then he asked me to snap a picture of myself so he could see me. I had to get directions from him on how to take a picture with the app. Being completely intoxicated from Ty's beauty, I snapped a picture without reservation. Panic suddenly hit me. How was he going to react to my picture, a middle aged dude with a shaved head and longish beard? I thought I was decent looking, but nothing special. And now I was displaying myself for this gorgeous young teen boy to see if I met his approval. But the picture had already been sent. Damn, did I feel exposed. Well, his response time was quick. He sent an emoji of a smiling face with hearts for eyes. That was positive, right? A second later, came his verbal response. He told me I looked exactly as he had hoped. He loved older guys and loved big beards and shaved heads. He loved my blue eyes. He assured me he was not just trying to be nice. Next came the question that changed everything. He asked me where I lived. I knew if I told him how close I was to him, he might want to meet up. Our emails were pretty tame, and mostly focused on him telling me about his life. I gave him some details of mine, but avoided giving him my location. But our conversation on the app, only a few minutes long, escalated everything. We saw nearly simultaneous photos of each other, and he told me I was his type. Now he wanted to know where I lived. This would have been so much easier if I lived across the country and the world. Against my better judgment, and thinking with my small head, I quickly typed "St. Louis" and hit send. There was a long pause. It almost seemed like an eternity. According to the app, it was 2 minutes. And then his reply came. "Dude, I looked it up. That is only an hour and a half away." I confirmed his statement. I told him I occasionally visited clients in Springfield and he was correct about the distance. "You need to let me know when you come up again. I'd love to meet you in person" he said. "That would be great. I'd love to hang out. Maybe would could get a bite to eat" I said, not believing what was coming from fingers onto the screen. "This is so cool. I can't believe I get to meet my favorite author. Your stories mean so much to me. They've made me comfortable being gay", he said. He explained that he had feelings like some of my characters, and reading about their adventures made him realize that he wasn't alone. I was flattered, and proud. My stories meant a lot to this kid. I began writing because it helped me blow my nut. But this kid enjoyed my stories on a whole different level. I would make sure I took my time and put greater care into my next story. But the next story would have to wait. My free time was being spent with this handsome little stud. Well, to say Ty stunned me with what he did next would be an understatement. He sent a pic of his hardening cock in his shorts. And his feet were in the picture, as well. Oh my did he have nice feet. Perfect toes, and I could see the arch on his right foot. And his comment to the pic came quickly after. "I would love to hang out with you. I hope you are like the adult dudes in your stories." My head was spinning. Was this actually happening to me? I was chatting with a 14 year old boy about getting together and "hanging out". But his definition of "hanging out" was much more perverse than the layman's understanding of that term. And I seemed powerless to say no. He had me in a trance. All my fears and apprehensions about downloading this app and chatting with a minor quickly evaporated into thin air. He hoped I would be like the adult male characters in my stories, all different, but all similar in one respect: they were all unabashed boy lovers. His wish was my command. I immediately became unashamed, unapologetic about who I was and what I was about to do. A minute later, while I was still basking in the glow of my almost immediate transformation from a careful, mild-mannered hebephile to a raging pervert, he asked me if I was alright. I couldn't believe it. I had forgotten to message him back after he dropped that bombshell, that transformational bombshell on me. "I am exactly like my characters. Especially John from my last story. I love Speedos and boy feet" I said. "Well I don't have any speedos yet, but I have cool underwear. And I have nice feet" he replied. And with that, he sent me a picture of his torso and legs, his shorts around his calves and his pastel blue Tommyboyx tight briefs showing. The outline of his cock was clearly visible. Now I definitely appreciated the picture. In fact, I loved it. But this kid was a mix of daring and careless. He was sitting in his backyard pulling his pants down. "Nice," I said, "but you may not want to pull your pants down when you are outside. Someone might see you." "Nah. Parents took my brother to his dance class, and my neighbors are all old and can't see this far" Ty said. "Can I see your underwear?" I wasn't prepared for that request. At least not so soon after getting on this app. But who was I to refuse his request. At this point, I would have given Ty whatever he wanted. So I pulled my jeans down and stood in front of the bedroom mirror. I snapped a picture of me in my 2xist red thong. I made sure to include may face pic since he liked my beard. Feeling incredibly horny now, I turned around and snapped a pic of my ass with the red thong running between my cheeks. "Holy carp" he said. I asked him if he meant "crap". He said "No. I get in trouble for saying crap. So instead I say carp." Seriously, could this kid get any cuter? I replied "So do you like the pictures?" "I LOVE them" Ty responded. "Can I save them?" "Only if you promise never to share them. These are for your eyes only. I took them just for you" I said, wanting to make sure he knew he was special to me. "I promise I will keep them very safe. Is it ok if I use them to jerk off?" Ty said. Still feeling this new pervy confidence, I said " Ty, I would love nothing more than you jerking off to my pictures. But I'm hoping we can meet soon. I'll take care of you so you don't need to jerk off." Ty didn't immediately respond. Had I said to much? Was I a little too forward? The answer to that question came 2 minutes later in a picture of Ty standing in a boy's bedroom, completely naked standing in a mirror. I could see him from head to toe. He was the boy of my dreams. Athletic body, definitely from the basketball. Not bulky, but not lanky. If I had to guess he was 5'8. His dick was hard and pointing straight out. Nice size. Right around what you would expect for an athletic 14 year old. His legs were long and defined. And then there were those perfect feet of his. I almost blew my nut right without ever touching my cock. "Are U going to take care of this, Daddy?" Ty responded. This kid had me wrapped around his little finger. "Son, I'm going to make you mine. Do you hear me? I want you all to myself. If you want me as your daddy, you can't have boyfriends or any other men. Okay?" I lustfully responded. Ty shot back a quick reply letting me know he understood and that he wasn't interested in anyone else. He told me that he had hoped every since reading my first story that I would turn out to be cool and handsome and willing to meet up with him. He confirmed that I turned out to be exactly as he had hoped, and that he wanted nothing more than to have me as his daddy. "I'm all yurs, Daddy. Just please take care of me" he said. Our mutual adoration went on for more than an hour, when my son suddenly stormed in the room. "Hey dad what are you doing?" he said. I assured him I was just checking my emails on my phone and sending messages to clients. I don't think he bought it. The wry grin on his face told me he didn't believe me. I told him I would be downstairs to spend time with him in a minute. He left the room and went downstairs, but not before grinning at me some more. After he left, I told Ty I had to go, but I would chat with him tomorrow. I explained my son had come in the room and wanted me to come downstairs to spend some time with the family. He asked to see my son. I sent him a recent picture of my son and I on the golf course. "Oh Drew, he is super cute" Ty said. "Thanks, buddy. I'm glad we got to know each other better today. I look forward to getting to know you even better real soon" I said. We said good night and I joined my family downstairs watching TV. That night, in bed, I told my wife I wanted to lay naked together. She complied. I started rubbing my wife's ass. I was so horny thinking of Ty and our exchange of photos. I couldn't get his boy cock out of my head. I kissed her neck. I told her how much I wanted to fuck her. She was enjoying the attention. My hand continued rubbing her ass, with a stray finger brushing her vagina, getting her horny and wet. My nibbling of her neck moved to the side of her face, on to her lips. I took my place behind her and slowly inserted my engorged cock into her wet pussy. The whole time I was thinking of Ty, wishing it were him instead of my wife. We fucked hard, not caring if the kids heard us. I was unable to get him out of my mind, this kid that now dominated my thoughts, and my wishes, and my desires. I guess Ty had me worked up more than I had been for years, because my wife was moaning loudly. There is no doubt our kids heard us. But she didn't seem to care. Then, just before I came, her body tensed and she reached her hand around and grabbed my left quad, leaving obvious fingernail marks as she orgasmed. My focus quickly turned to my memory of Ty standing there in the mirror, naked as a jaybird. And just when I thought about his feet, I came hard, and in multiple spurts. We laid there, with my dick slowly shrinking. I pulled my cock out with an audible pop. My wife gave a half turn of her head, smiled at me, and asked what had gotten into me. I asked her if she enjoyed it. She approved, and let me know we I hadn't performed like that in years. "Thanks, I guess" I said. She jokingly mentioned an article she recently read an article in some magazine that said a sudden and unexpected increase in sexual activity among spouses could indicate a paramour. I laughed. "I thought a sudden loss of interest meant someone is cheating" I said, grinning on the inside. And with that, we fell asleep. The next morning, I was the first to wake up. I immediately walked upstairs and signed into Kik to see if Ty had sent me any messages. I was not disappointed. Ty had sent me numerous pictures of his feet, stomach, and face. But not cock. That little tease. I checked my email and read a few recent comments on some of my older stories. Thirty minutes later, my phone buzzed with a new message from Ty. "Hey Drew Daddy" he said. "Hey son, how are you?" I responded. I no sooner sent him my response, then an invitation to join a video call came from Ty. Wow, this Kik was cool. At the point of being too horny to care if I got caught, I accepted. I was not video chatting with the object of lust. "We have to be quiet" Ty said. "My parents are upstairs." "I agree. My family is still downstairs sleeping" I said. He asked me what would happen if my wife found out. I explained that nothing good would happen. He let out a mischievous laugh, as quietly as he could while still genuinely laughing. He told me he jerked off and came after our chat the day before. I told him about fucking my wife and fantasizing about him the whole time. "Really? That's so hot" he said. "Hey, let's jack off together." "On camera?" me feigning surprise to his request. "Duh. I want to see U, and I want U to see me" he continued, ending the sentence with a grinning devil emoji. He didn't need to ask me twice. I stripped my underwear off and was naked in no time. He only took a second longer to get his shorts and shirt off. And there we were. Both naked in front of each other, at least virtually, with not a care in the world that we might get caught. His hand instinctively went to his boy tool. He started stroking, slowly at first. My hand was like a piece of metal, and my dick was the magnet. I truly felt like I was without power to resist. I set my phone against some books so that Ty could see all of me. He did something similar. We watched each other, both standing in our respective rooms, jerking our cocks for each other. This was the hottest thing I had ever done up to that point in time. We were so in sync, so in lust for each other. This felt so natural, so primal. Just as I was about ready to blow my wad, Ty tensed up, grabbed his underwear, and unloaded several shots of his seed in them. I couldn't last any longer. I quickly sat in my chair right next to me, reclining slightly. I jerked my hard cock twice more, and the cum started flying. The first shot hit my chin. The next three progressively got weaker. Ty was amazed. I looked at my phone sitting on shelf within arm's reach and saw Ty's face within a few feet from his phone, his gaze affixed to what he was seeing happening in my room. That smile of his dominated his perfect face. He blew me a kiss and turned off the camera. Then came his post-orgasm message: "Holy carp, Drew. That was AWESOME. I really want you to come and visit." And not even thirty seconds later came a short video of his cum soaked underwear on the floor with his toes playing in the cum. He told me to download the video and watch it before I fucked my wife again. This kid had to know what he was doing to me. As I put back on my underwear, I heard someone moving around downstairs. I walked down the stairs and as I rounded the corner to go in the living room, I saw my son rushing to sit down on the couch, trying to conceal that he was up to no good. I asked him what was going on. He gave me that grin again, and said "nothing." I noticed his little prick was hard, pushing against the front of his underwear. Had he been spying on me? I doubted it. I would have heard him. Maybe he had been playing with himself just as his dad had been on minutes earlier. I decided to let it go. There was nothing I could do about it now. The rest of the day was normal. Well, it was what would become my new normal. I still had phone calls, emails, and meetings to attend to, but the occasional message from Ty would pop up on my phone and make my heart race just a bit right before I opened it. He would send me pictures he'd take at school, quick little messages asking how I was doing, and the occasional video of him stroking his cock in the restroom. What did I do to deserve this VIP treatment from him? For the next week we chatted, exchanged photos and videos, both of a G-Rated and X-rated nature. But we didn't video chat. I didn't want to press him and scare him off, but I really wanted to jack off with him again. I wondered if he did. I was waiting for him to say something about a video chat, or as the young ones called it: camming. During that week, I noticed my son looked at me differently. At first I thought it was just all in my head. But after a couple days of it, I was certain. He must have caught me camming with Ty last week. The good news was that he wasn't disgusted seeing his dad stroke his cock. The question was, did he see Ty? If he did, he knew I was camming with a boy not much older than him. The following week was like the last...I was still waiting for an invitation from Ty to cam. Then, on that Tuesday, while I was at work, Ty sent me a string of sad emoji faces. There had to have been at least 20 of them. I asked him what was wrong. He explained that he was sad that I didn't want to cam with him. "Ty, are you nuts? I've been wondering why you haven't asked me to cam?" I said. "Well," he said, "U R my daddy. I want you to tell me what to do." Oh man. This kid knew how to give me an instant hard-on. Not just a chubby dick, but a full-blown, raging hard-on. I told him I would contact him later tonight and I would decide if he had been behaved enough to get to cam with me. "OK. I luv u Daddy" he replied. That did it. I ran to the bathroom, jumped in a stall, and whipped out my cock. I didn't care who else was in there or who might walk in. I jerked for 30, maybe 40 seconds, and came hard. Rope after rope of cum hit the stall door, some landing on my pants. I sat back on the komode, took a deep breath, and enjoyed one of the best orgasms I have ever had, at least up to that point. When my body had finally come down from that post-orgasm high, I unwound half the toilet paper roll and wiped down the stall door. I also wiped up the cum on my pants, although the remaining wet spot was noticeable. I went back to my desk and sent Ty a message telling him that I loved him too. Just typing that to him got me hard again. Then came his response: "Awww. Thanks. But why did u take so long to respond. Did you have to jerk off?" I denied it, but this kid had me dead to rights. He seemed to know what to say and when to say it. Even though I had many years of sexual experience on him, he was the pro and I was the rookie. He had this adult/youth stuff all figured out, and even though I wrote about it, I was brand new to his game. And for some reason, I was perfectly fine with that. I told him I had to finish up some work, but we would chat later. I had a hard time concentrating the rest of the day. All I could think about was Ty and this power, this ability he had to make me cum. This power, this ability he had to cement himself in my thoughts. I knew at that point that I had to take the next step. I had to schedule some client visits in the Springfield are soon so I could see Ty. So I could be with Ty. So I could make love to Ty. I sent out some emails, and soon had four of my existing clients in Springfield express interest in meeting soon to discuss their portfolios. Now all I needed to do was pick a date or two certain as to when I would be there. I would try to drag the meetings out over two days, or at least schedule one of them in the early evening so I'd have an excuse to get a hotel room. The next email make certain that I could get that done. My newest client told me how happy she was to hear from me and would be able to meet any evening after 5:00 p.m. That night, after the kids were in bed, I told me wife that I would probably be making a run to Springfield in the next couple of weeks to consult with some clients, and that I would likely need to stay the night. The only thing she cared about was making sure it was only for one night. I next contacted Ty. I asked him if we could cam just to talk. He said he could later, after his parents went to bed. He asked if everything was ok. Wanting to tease him a little, I told him I wasn't sure and I would speak to him that evening. The rest of the evening was normal. I spent time with the family. After dinner we watched TV. My son snuggled a little closer to me than he had in a few years. But other than that, everything was normal. At around 10:00 p.m., after the kids were in bed, I told my wife I was going to go upstairs to check on some emails. She said she was going to the bedroom to read. I knew that meant she would pick up a book, read one page, and fall asleep. I walked upstairs and got more excited...no...giddy with each step. I checked my phone and noticed I had 2 messages from Ty. He was ready to talk and hoped nothing was wrong. I sent him a message letting him know I was ready to cam. Almost as soon as I sent the message, he was inviting me to a video chat. I accepted, and saw Ty sitting at his desk in his room, shirtless. "Hey stud" I said. I couldn't believe how hot he looked. He must have just gotten a haircut because the side of his head up to his part looked freshly shaven. "Is everything ok?" he asked, sounding worried. He looked like something was eating at him. Still wanting to play along, I told him I wasn't sure. "How did you find out?" he asked. I was stunned. Was there something I didn't know? Was there something he wasn't telling me? "Find out what?" I said, using that parental tone that conveys to a child that you already know the answer but want them to say it, as if their conscious will be magically cleared. But in this case, I actually had no clue what he was talking about. "That I'm only 13?" he responded. I was gobsmacked. I had been exchanging photos and camming with a 13 year old. I could not believe it. I knew he looked younger than 14, but he seemed so much more mature. I asked him what grade he was in. He responded that he was almost done with 7th grade. I started to question whether I wanted to go through with this. I know 14 is just as illegal as 13. But damn! Thirteen years old just seems a lot younger. And he was only in 7th grade. Well any doubts that may have crept into my thoughts were quickly dispelled. Ty started to cry. This beautiful boy had tears streaming down his beautiful face. It made me start to tear up. "Please don't hate me for lying. I just figured you wouldn't want to speak to me if I was only 13 since all of your characters were 14 or older. And I swear, I will be 14 in only four months from now. Please promise me you won't hate me" he said. All I could feel for him was sorrow. Wait a minute. That's not true. I also felt lust. Pure unadulterated lust. Lust for this 13 year old handsome, beautiful, hot, sexy stud. I wanted him now more than ever. Why would I care if he was 13, or 12 for that matter? He was Ty and he had captured my heart. "Ty, I don't hate you. I don't know if I could ever hate you. But you have to be honest with me, and I will be honest with you. Otherwise, I can't keep chatting with you" I said. He was still crying. "I'm so sorry. I'll never lie to you again. Do you still want to keep chatting with me?" he said. I assured him I wanted to chat with him and wanted to carry on like nothing ever happened. He was relieved, and that huge smile of his creeped back onto his face. "Well let me be honest with you" I said. I thought now was the time to let him know I was coming to Springfield. "I didn't have a clue you were 13 years old." "What!" he said. "Then what did you have to tell me? Is it bad?" "No. It's actually really good. Well, maybe. It depends if you are up for it" I said. "I am coming to Springfield sometime in the next two weeks and we need to figure out when we can meet." The glee, the sheer joy that overcame him was heartwarming to watch. His smile lit both of our rooms up. He started giggling like a toddler, and did a happy dance in his chair, with his arms flailing in the air. He was so stinking cute. "You'll never guess what? My parents are going out of town with my brother in two weeks. He has a dance competition. They are leaving Thursday night. And they said I can stay home. But I have to check in with my aunt down the street at least once a day. Well she's like my really old aunt. She's my grandma's sister" he said. I didn't think coincidences like this actually happened in real life. I know a lot of erotica stories had perfectly timed coincidences, but this was too good to be true. "Well I'm going to get a hotel room. How does this checking in with your aunt work?" I asked. "I just need to stop by and spend time with her after dinner, and then call her before I go to bed. But that's all" he explained. "Would you want to spend the night with me at my hotel?" I inquired. He started that happy dance in his chair again. "Yes yes yes yes yes" he said. I asked him if he understood what this meant. He thought for a moment, clearly contemplating the correct answer. "It would mean we would have sex" he answered. He assured me that he was ready and that he always wanted to wait for the right person. "Am I the right person?" I asked. "Duh" he replied. We chatted a while longer, each of us unable to take our eyes off the other. I finally broke the trance between us and told him I had to get to bed. "Just one more thing," he said. And with that, he stood up out of his chair, and was buck naked. He stepped to the side of his desk. Positioned his phone to get a good full-body view of him, and started to slowly stroke his hardening cock. I quickly stripped down to my birthday suit, positioned my phone on the shelf, and started stroking my cock, get it to full mast within only a few seconds. We could both see each other perfectly. It didn't take long. I came first. I shot my load directly into my t-shirt that I had picked up just before cumming. Ty only lasted about 10 seconds longer. He just started shooting, right in the middle of the room. He caught the volleys of cum with his hand. As his cock got softer, he bent it facing almost straight down. The next few spurts of cum dropped straight down, landing somewhere near his feet. He then took a step or two back to his desk, sat down, positioned his phone to where it was at when we first started camming that evening, and put is feet up on the desk. They had his cum on them. He then took his cupped left hand, showed me the cum he had caught from his first few spurts, and wiped it on his toes. He grabbed his right foot, and started sucking the cum off each toe. Then he licked the cum off the top of his right foot. I was hard again and ready for round 2, or round 3 if I counted the office bathroom earlier in the day. I started stroking my cock again. Ty put his right leg down and took his left foot to his mouth. His flexibility would definitely come in handy when we met up. He slowly started licking his left big toe, making eye contact with me and for the first time noticing that I was jerking off again. He giggle, gave me a big cheesy grin, and went back to sucking his toes. One by one, he slowly cleaned each toe of the cum that had coated them. He licked the top of his left foot clean. And then he moved to the sole. Apparently some of his cum got on his left sole. He took great care to slowly slide his tongue up his foot, making sure he got every drop of cum. Just before he finished, I came. I came hard. He sent an air kiss my way, and finished with his left foot. After he was done, he asked if I had ever cummed that many times in an evening. I assured him, even as a teen, I never came twice within 20 minutes. He gave me that giggle again. I told him I really had to go this time. If my wife was still awake, I didn't want her getting suspicious. We said our goodnights, and turned off the cam. I quickly straightened up, picked up my cum soaked t-shirt, and turned off the lamp. Just then, a message came through from Ty. "Can I ask u something?" he inquired. I assured him he could ask me anything. I reminded him of his pledge to be honest, and that I was also bound by that pledge. "Are u my boyfriend?" he asked. If my dick wasn't exhausted, I would have jerked again. "Are you okay with that?" I asked. "Yes. I really want that" he said. "I would too, Ty. So that's that. You and I are boyfriends. And since we are boyfriends, I need to tell you Drew is not my real name. My name is Clayton" I replied. "I like that name," he said. "Good night Clayton. I love you." "Ty, I love you too. Get some rest" I responded. I was walking on air as I descended the stairs. I got to my bedroom, and as expected, my wife was fast asleep, the book lying on her chest. I laid down, but was too excited to fall asleep, so I grabbed my laptop and went into the living room. I checked some emails, and started to plan my trip to Springfield. The next morning I woke up, apparently having fallen asleep on the couch. I went upstairs to get some privacy. Even though I was up a little later than normal, Ty had not messaged me yet. I decided to strike first. I asked how he slept. It took almost 15 minutes before he responded. "Hey Clayton. Tired af". He said. "How come?" I asked. "Last night was intense. Couldn't get sleep after camming with my new bf" Ty replied. I was starting to get hard, hearing Ty call me his boyfriend. I told him how cool it was to have such a hot boyfriend. I reminded him that he was my first boyfriend, just like I was his first. He sent me a pic of him, with that big cheesy grin of his that I have come to love. "Don't think I'm weird, but I don't want to cam again. I want to see you in person" he said. I told him I completely understood, and I agreed with him. I thought it would be cool if we waited to do anything sexual together until we were together. We had an innocent chat the rest of the morning. He had to get ready for 7th grade and I had to get ready for work. I got to work and started contacting my Springfield clients. I had the date scheduled. I had the hotel booked. And by the end of the day, I had my clients lined up to visit in Springfield. I would arrive that Thursday morning, work all day until 6:00 p.m., go back to the hotel and wait for Ty. I couldn't believe this was actually going to happen. The next week and a half went by like a blur. I chatted back and forth with Ty throughout. We figured out that I would pick him up at a grocery store near his house right after my last appointment. By that time he would be done visiting with his great aunt. He would come back to my hotel and spend the night. He would bring his stuff for school the next day. I would drop him back off by his house the next morning so he could catch the bus. Everything was ready to go. Now, we just had to wait for that day to get here. Well, that day finally arrived. I said goodbye to my wife that morning, put my bags in the car, and hopped on I-55 towards Springfield. I arrived later that morning. I met with two clients before lunch. I messaged Ty and let him know I was in town. He told me he was so excited. After lunch, I checked into the hotel. I quickly put my bags in the room, then ran to my next appointment. Ty sent me a video of him walking out of school. He was headed home. I met with my remaining clients and finished a few minutes early. I drove around waiting for Ty to message me. Right around 6:00 p.m., Ty told me to pick him up. I drove to the grocery store and saw him waiting near the side of the store. He looked like an angel. His hair was perfectly styled, the top a little longer than I remembered, and freshly shaved up to the part. His facial features were even more defined than his photos and videos showed. His face was perfect. Masculine angles, yet with an androgynous softness. He was average height for his age, thin, yet you could see hints of his athletic muscular definition. He was wearing a tight fitting gray t-shirt, tight fitting black jeans, and pale blue Chuck Taylors. On his left wrist he had an Apple watch, and on his right wrist a couple of braided bracelets. This kid was hot. As soon as he sat down in the passenger seat and closed the door, I leaned over and kissed him. Not a full make-out kiss, but a quick, wet, lip-to-lip kiss. "Hi" I said. He gave me that goofy giggle of his. I pulled out of the parking lot and started towards our hotel. We held hands, but didn't say much for the first few minutes. Ty finally broke the silence. "I'm so glad you are here" he said. "Me too" I replied. We talked about our days for the next fifteen minutes, until we arrived at my hotel. I told him to act like he was my kid and not by boyfriend as we walked through the hotel lobby. No one gave us a second glance. As we got on the elevator, everything seemed so real. I was taking my new 13 year old boyfriend up to a hotel room to make love to him. This was insane, but I loved it. I was one of the characters in my story. We got off the elevator when we reached the 3rd floor. Ty couldn't keep up the son act any longer. He reached out and took my hand in his as we walked down the hall. Everything felt right. Everything was ordered. Our hands fit perfectly with each other. We neared the room and I took my hand from his so I could grab the key card. I opened our door. We both walked in. I shut the door behind us and locked the deadbolt. I turned around and Ty was inches from my face. We stared at each other for what seemed like eternity, although it was really only a few seconds. I leaned down slightly so my face was level with his, and we kissed... (to be continued)