Date: Fri, 5 Nov 2021 12:34:16 +0100 (CET)
From: karcamel@tutanota.com
Subject: Bringing Me Back to Life Parts 1-2

The author is not a native English speaker, however, I hope you can still
enjoy the reading experience.

The story is completely fictional and has no basis of truth in the real
world. Your comments or suggestions are always welcome. Please direct
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Story codes; Mb, (Man-Boy 10 yo) inc, cons, oral, anal. (Gay adult-youth)
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MY SON'S BEST FRIEND

I will tell you very briefly where it all started. I have two children,
my daughter is 5 and my son is 10, which we call a junior. We live in a
nice and peaceful area, almost in the countryside, over half a mile from
the nearest neighbor. The road ends in front of our house, so traffic
doesn't bother us at all. I am already 51 years old, but I am a lucky
bastard because my wife is over 20 years younger than me. She gave birth
to our firstborn when she was 18 years old.

Our 10-year-old son is kind and obliging, He does all his chores without
complaining and he really enjoys basketball. His team only has rehearsals
once a week because it's just a hobby, not a competitive sport. The
sports center in the center of the district is about 15 miles away. There
has never been, and never will be, a single basketball star in this city.
This town will never produce any stars in any sport. It's too small,
there are no good coaches here, nor local role models. However, children
need to get to dream of something better.

So should I tell this to my children? I don't think so.


It had become a routine for me to drive Junior to practice and also pick
up my son's best friend Sam, along the way Sam, who plays on the same
team. Junior and Sam can hardly dream of a career as a basketball player,
they are both short, less than 140 cents (4.6 ft) both.

A couple of months ago, while I was watching the boy's exercises, I saw
Sam in a different way than before. Sam has bright blond hair that falls
over the ears and reaches almost to the shoulders. As a captivator of the
look of a happy face, the boy has freckles that make him, quite frankly,
beautiful. An athletically sinewy body, big blue eyes and a catchy smile
ensure that when he's a little older he doesn't have to worry about
being left without a companion.

In basketball practice, I found myself watching Sam more and more, even
though Junior was playing too. He was fascinating. Boy's smooth
movements, resilience, and heartbreaking laughter accomplished in me
something I didn't expect, my cock started to harden slowly, I tried to
turn my attention elsewhere. I picked up my cell phone and started
browsing the news sites, but all the time my gaze rose towards the
playing field and the little boy playing there. I was confused, I had
never thought about being gay, so in some sinful way, it was very
arousing.

Fortunately, my erection had dropped, and I went for a walk. I walked to
the edge of the court and began to take photos of the playing boys. Such,
of course, didn't evoke any strange thoughts in anyone, after all my son
was playing there. But in the viewfinder of the camera, the same
blonde-haired boy was found like a miracle all the time.

Click... click... click...

My camera's memory card was starting to fill up with photos centered on
just one player.

On the way home, we sat in the car as always before. I, of course, sat in
the driver's seat and my son in the co-drivers seat. Sam sat behind
Junior. Before I started driving, I checked that everyone had their seat
belts fastened, and I unobtrusively moved the rearview mirror at the same
time, so I could look at the boy sitting in the back seat.

The boy sat calmly and watched the fields and forest as I drove. I was
watching him, and I again felt how the pressure started to build up in my
crotch. Suddenly Sam shifted his gaze to the mirror and noticed that I
was looking at him. I got a little scared, I thought it might raise
questions. However, my concern was unnecessary, Sam soon looked
elsewhere. It took about half an hour to drive home, eventually Sam was
left out of the ride and I continued home with Junior.

In the evening, when everyone was asleep, I went to the bathroom with my
phone and masturbated watching the pictures I had taken before. I got a
huge orgasm, and when it finally subsided, I thought I would lose my
interest in the boy or even feel remorse. But the opposite happened, it
felt good.

On each trip to basketball practice and home, our gazes linger on each
other longer and longer. Sam began to smile at me, and he didn't tell
the junior anything about our little eye game.

In one of the exercises, Sam came limping to sit next to me, and said he
had hurt his ankle. I asked him to sit next to me and put a foot on my
lap. He sat down and turned to me so that he could move his leg over my
thighs. I took the shoe and sock off the boy's leg and began to gently
press his foot.

"Does this hurt?" I asked as I pressed.

"Little." The boy replied.

I rubbed his foot gently and noticed how he looked at me. I smiled at him
and he smiled back at me. I moved my hand to his calf and gently squeezed
it.

"Do you feel pain here?" I asked again.

"A little." Sam replied.

I continued to rub his calf muscle and moved my hand a little higher all
the time. Soon my hand was on his inner thigh and I moved it slowly up
and down. I only did that for a little while, because what I did might
have seemed questionable to someone.

"Can you play now?"

"I'll try."

The boy was able to play just fine, he didn't hesitate or limp his legs
at all. I wondered if it was all just theater.

My first thought in the mornings wasn't that beautiful boy. My kids were
going to school, and my wife and I talked about how things would be
organized for the day. Thoughts of a friend of my son never came to my
mind in the midst of the hectic mornings.

I have a lot more to think about in my life than boys basketball drills.
Bosses demand better performance all the time, my wife insists on
focusing on family. Stress. How could a middle-aged man withstand stress?
I didn't know. I wasn't a drunk, and I didn't charge my batteries by
running ten miles a day. Hell, I was a man in the midst of all the hurry,
and I hadn't actually had time to live my own life since my kids came
into the world. Me, if someone was in need of something new. Something
that could wake me from sleep and bring me back to life.



Part 2

One Saturday we didn't go to the basketball practice. Every summer, my
wife spends a couple of weeks with her sister, who lived quite far away.
I never went along, I can't stand that woman and her idiotic husband. So
then I had many nice days ahead in my own peace enjoying the holiday,
kids of course went with their mom to their aunt.

Oh that divine peace. Do you know the feeling? Imagine the morning, the
sun is shining behind the curtains, but there's no typical chaos, no
noise, not a sound. Nothing. There's silence everywhere, and everything
is filled with harmony. Am I a shitty father?

I may be a shitty dad, but nonetheless I enjoyed that silence and freedom
without a bad conscience. Every father will surely understand what I
mean.

A few days after my family had left I was in the yard watering the lawn.
The heat had continued for days, and the sun had burned the grass almost
yellow. The small inflatable pool in the yard was full of water that was
almost scorching hot. I spouted cold water into the pool. Water flowed
over the edges of the pool and it started to get cooler. My intention was
to go to sit in it and drink a few ice-cold beers. I was alone, all
alone, and I never wanted anyone to bother me.

I heard something from the gravel road in the front yard. I wonder who
was coming from there, and so quietly. I didn't expect anyone to visit,
and I really didn't want to have guests. Then, from behind the corner, a
white hair and freckled face peeked out.

"Hi, Mr. Edwards, hot day. I came to see Junior, I wonder if he could go
to the pond with me? " Sam asked. His forehead was sweaty, and the shirt
was wet due to the hot weather.

"Junior is with his mother in another city. Did he forget to tell you
about it? What a shame." I knew Junior didn't forget, I heard him
calling Sam and talking about it. So Sam had to have some other motive.

"I don't recall him telling me. Riding a bike in this heat is painful,
could I have a glass of water?" Sam asked.

"There's Pepsi in the fridge, you can go get it." I answered.

I watched as the boy walked in through the back door. He wore a
sleeveless shirt, saddles, and boxer-style swimming trunks. The cap was
hanging on the handlebar of the bicycle. Boy's round solid little bum
and tanned slender but sinewy legs carried him lightly like a dance step.
There was pressure again under my belly. Fuck!

Sam came out with a frosty cola can in his hand. I turned off the faucet
and tried the pool water, and it felt pretty comfortable.

"You wanted to go swimming? I don't recommend you go there alone. Take
off your shirt and sit in the pool, the water is cool, I'll get myself a
beer, "I said and went inside. I changed my shorts to swimming pants and
went back to the backyard. Sam had gone to the pool. The water reached
the height of his shoulders. He lifted a frosted can between his lips and
drank greedily.

The pool was quite small. It wasn't made for adults. As I sat down across
from Sam, the water rippled over the edges. I took a long sip of beer and
sighed with satisfaction.

"Does it bother you because it's a bit cramped here? I can't move my
legs anywhere else." I sat with my feet on either side of Sam, Sam sat
on his knees hooked and his toes were almost on my crotch.

"It doesn't matter at all. This is actually pretty fun to sit in
here." he replied.

We talked about this and that. About basketball, summer, swimming, and
all sorts of pretty useless things. I watched the boy as he watered his
hair and pulled it over his forehead. Moist plump lips, cunning looking
eyes, Perfect line of teeth. Around a small pretty nose with cute
freckles. How can a boy be so beautiful?

In the end, it felt like the words ran out, we just sat quietly, but the
feeling was still pretty emancipated. I lifted my right foot over the
boy's side and started tickling him with my toes. Sam began to giggle.
The boy laughed and screamed.

"HELP!! Stop it, hahaha! No, no, you can't! " Sam squirmed, gasping for
air. Then he got up and turned around, and sat down again. He sat in
front of me with his back against me, leaning against my chest.

"There's more space here this way," he said.

The boy's head reached under my chin as he pressed it against me. Then he
turned his head and looked up at me.

"Does it matter if I'm here like this?" He asked.

"Of course not, not at all. This is really nice, "I replied, and I
didn't know where to lay my hands.

Sam sat in front of me with his knees bent. I put my hands on his knees,
the boy splashed water from the pool and pointed out that my hands were
allowed to be exactly where they were. We were quiet for a while again. I
had an almost painful erection that weighed against the boy's lower
back. Sam, of course, couldn't miss it.

I started moving my hands from his knees down towards his legs gently and
slowly. At the same time, I pressed my head against his head. My
breathing had become quite heavy, but I tried not to let her notice it.
Then I raised my hands over his knees again, but I didn't stop my left
hand, but let it go lower down the boy's outer thigh.

"Are you OK?" I asked in a whisper. I noticed how my voice trembled.

"Uh-huh," Sam replied briefly.

My left hand had landed between his stomach and thighs. I gently
squeezed the boy's lower abdomen. I didn't know what to think. I didn't
know where this was all going. I wondered if something could happen ....
Something.

I slid my left hand over the boy's upper abdomen. His body was small, and
soon my fingers were already above his chest. I caressed his chest with
my hand and then lowered it a little more. I pressed my thumb over his
nipple and began to gently rotate it. His nipple hardened in an instant
and I took it between my thumb and forefinger.

Sam was also breathing heavily now, and he did nothing to stop me. I
moved his wet hair to the side and started kissing his temples. Sam
turned his head a little, so I could do it more easily. I kissed his
temples and his cheekbones, and then his ear. I gently took the tip of
his ear between my lips with my tongue and began to suck.

My left hand was playing with the little boy's hard nipple, and my mouth
literally made love to his ear. I moved his knee to the side and slid my
hand over his inner thigh. Sam moved his leg too, and then it happened. I
wouldn't have thought I could dare, but I did. I lowered my hand to his
crotch and squeezed a rock-hard little willy with my finger.

Sam trembled and moved his lap against my fingers. I caressed his little
organ. I raised my hand slightly to reach the string of the boy's
swimming pants. I opened the knot with one stroke and his swimming pants
waistband loosened.

My hand went on a journey of exploration that I would never have thought
I would experience. My forefinger touched his naked wiener, which
vibrated. I took his dick between my thumb and forefinger and lowered my
hand along its short rod. I took the whole penis in my hand and squeezed
it gently. It fit completely inside my grapple. Then I lowered my hand
further and took his scrotum in my hand. So small and smooth. The entire
lower end was hairless, soft, and attractive, with a stiff child's penis
proudly standing in the middle of it all.

I put my left hand under Sam's chin and turned his face towards me.
Attractive and damp red lips looked like they were crying for kissing. I
pressed my mouth against his mouth and pushed my tongue between his
little lips. I lifted his upper lip with my tongue and sucked it between
my lips. I kissed the boy passionately and soon he learned how to respond
to my kisses. We sucked and barked at each other. And then I took my
tongue to the serious game. I searched for Sam's tongue tip with my
tongue and started to lick it. The boy seemed a little confused, but soon
he realized how wonderful it is to kiss big wet kisses.

If someone had come to the yard at that moment, we would have been caught
for sure. We didn't see or hear the outside world, only each other. Time
lost its significance as if unnoticed suddenly came the evening and the
sunset.

"It's going to be dark," I said. "Soon you won't see the road when you
drive home."

"Oh no. It will be dark. How? How I? What now?"

"It's really a shame. But maybe I can come up with something ... Maybe we
can fool your mom a little if you want?".

TO BE CONTINUED