Date: Tue, 07 Apr 2020 22:23:04 +0000 From: ac Subject: Captivating Chapter 1 (Gay / Adult-Youth) This is a realistic yet fictional story of one boy-loving man's experience fulfilling his fantasies. Preparation I realized at a relatively young age that as a boy lover, if I wanted to fulfill my fantasies I might have to take some extreme measures. A life of unfulfilled fantasies is not one I want to live, though I have been patient in my pursuit of these experiences. Luckily for me, in college I met Lucas and we've been inseparable ever since. We were quite opposite physically, and though close in age often were considered a boy/daddy couple. While I was thin, with light features, without much body hair, and boyish, Lucas was tall, muscular,and masculine with a beard. Early in our relationship we did ecstasy for the first time together, and in the midst of the proceeding five hour conversation it came out that we were both boy lovers. It was something that to this day we've only discussed with each other. At first it was fodder for taboo conversations about our fantasies, but over time we came to realize that we both wanted more than just fantasies. We eventually concocted a plan that would take nearly a decade to complete. The plan was thorough. Having sex with boys in today's society puts one at risk of severe punishment, something Lucas and I wanted to avoid. Casual encounters with boys would be too risky because they could always tell one day. We decided the only way to safely do it is to hold a boy as a slave nobody knows about who can never tell. Dark, I know. And also complex, which is why it took so long to pull off. After college we focused on our careers. I became a middle school science teacher in our smaller town and eventually earned my Masters. The pay was okay and I love the time off, but Lucas was the bigger breadwinner between us. His family had a large farm outside of town, and after college he started a mail-order business with the farm fresh products that's become very successful. 8 years after college we finally saved enough money to buy some land, Part I of our plan. We found the perfect 25 acre parcel about 20 minutes outside of town. It was entirely wooded, but we cleared a spot in the center - enough for the house, a yard, and small pasture and barn. The remaining forest surrounding the space obstructed views and sound from beyond its borders. Lucas, posing as a doomsdayer, contracted a bunker company to install a small bunker hidden underneath our home, which we would build the following year. It was a modest and modern 3 bedroom cabin in the woods. What very few knew was that a hidden door in the master bathroom protected a ladder the led 40 feet underground to a 15ft x 15ft room, a bunker capable of housing 2-4 people for at least a month. What only I and Lucas knew is that there's yet another hidden door in that bunker room that leads to a 30ft x 15ft self-contained bunker apartment. Look more closely and you'd see the furniture is anchored to the floor, the dishes are plastic, almost every cabinet or drawer had a lock. It was time for Part II of our plan: find a boy. Coincidentally, Lucas' nephew, Dylan, stayed the weekend. He and his mom, Lucas' sister Nora, had recently moved back to town after his dad left so Nora could work at the family company. She was a commercial sales rep who traveled several days each month, so we arranged for Dylan to have a room in our new house where he could stay while she was away. His room was downstairs right next to the master bedroom. No, Dylan is not going to be our boy. He's happy. We needed a boy whose life we could improve. In the meantime, Dylan was pleasing on the eyes. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Freckles. Thin. We did a few things on that trip to press the boundaries. I left a bottle of lube out in the bathroom, left some porn magazines on the shelf in the hallway (discreetly), and Lucas and I had louder and longer sex with our door cracked open at night, hot at the thought of Dylan "mistakenly" overhearing us fucking. Once he got up for a glass of water not long after we finished, and knowing he did overhear us got us riled up enough to do it again. Did I mention we're pretty sure Dylan is gay? Lucas and I were waiting and plotting how we were going to find a boy, when one literally fell in our lap. A months after moving in, while driving along the road leading to our house one night after dark, we saw what appeared to be a car that had missed a curve and hit a tree. Pulling over confirmed our suspicion. The car's driver, a young woman, was dead. The car reeked of alcohol and an empty tequila bottle was on the floor. In the backseat was the boy. He was breathing, but unconscious. He was still in his seat wearing his seat belt and appeared fine, except for where he hit his head, perhaps on the side of the door. Lucas and I looked at each other and without sharing a word knew this was an opportunity dropped into our lap. Together, we unbuckled the boy, put him in our backseat, still unconscious, and drove away. Still without saying a word, when we got home we carried him into the house, through the master bathroom, down the ladder, and into his new bunker home. The First Days Being summer, I had extra time to spend with the boy those first few days. He woke up a few hours after arriving when Lucas and I were both still in the bunker with him. He looked confused. "Where am I?" he asked us, weakly. We said we would be blunt. "You were in a car accident with your mother. She is dead. You are here to live and get better," Lucas told him. He looked stunned, and then cried silently. Lucas brought the boy some water and liquid pain killer for his head, as he was obviously in pain, and said, "here, take this. It will help with your headache. I'm sorry about your mom, but we are here to take care of you. You can call me dad, and him papa. What is your name?" The boy looked nervous with tears in his eyes and replied, meekly, "Jose." I jumped in, "Jose, we're going to let you sleep. The medicine will make you tired. There are bottles of water and a sandwich in the fridge for you, if you're hungry. We'll check in on you tomorrow, boy." The medicine did make him tired. He was out cold within 10 minutes. That's when Lucas and I changed him into more comfortable pajamas we had prepared just for the occasion, though they were a bit too big for him. While it wasn't a time to play, it was an opportunity for us to see his body. He looked a little younger than we had planned, maybe 8. He had thick, short, shiny dark hair, brown eyes, and was very slender but with visible muscles. Uncut and appropriately sized. We didn't have underwear for him, so put him in pajamas commando. The next day we entered the bunker together and found Jose eating his sandwich. He looked tired but less weary than the night before. We had gone out earlier that day to buy some things for him: clothes, food he might like, toiletries, and some games. The bunker apartment was small, but had enough to keep him entertained. A TV, hidden behind plexiglass with tons of movies saved, and a wii with several games. It also had a queen bed, a sofa, a table with three chairs, and a kitchenette. That first week we spent getting to know each other. It turned out Jose was 10, but small for his age. We played games, watched movies, and had dinner together all in the bunker. Lucas was hesitant for us to make our first move with the boy because he wanted him to enjoy it, even if we were keeping him as a sex slave. I was becoming impatient. Jose was warming up to us, but understandably sad and aloof at times. At the time, he thought he was staying until he recovered from the car accident. The First Incident Finally, Lucas and I agreed on a plan. That night after we watched a movie with Jose, we sent him into the bathroom to take a shower like he did every night before bed. And then we started having sex on the bed. When Jose came out of the bathroom, he found Lucas on top of me entirely naked and entirely hard, making out. He sat on the sofa across from us, unsure of what to do. Lucas and I continued -- he went down to suck my dick as I moaned with pleasure, looking over to Jose with a smile. We made eye contact that he held for several seconds as Lucas sucked on my dick and worked his mouth down to my ass hole to make me wet. Jose sat, astonished, but seemingly unable to look away as Lucas tore into my hole with his tongue. When I was really ready, Lucas proceeded to gently and then not-so-gently fuck me until Jose witnessed our loud mutual climax -- Lucas shooting deep inside my hole, me shooting all over my chest. "That felt amazing," I told Lucas, as he held his cock and semen inside me for a moment and embraced. When he slowly slid out of me, instead of getting dressed or cleaned up he turned to Jose and asked, "so, want to play Mario Kart?" Jose nodded, and without addressing what happened we spent the next hour playing video games, the two of us still naked. I'd catch Jose sneaking glances of our exposed cocks when he could. We let him win, and then left him to go to bed. The Second Incident It was a few uneventful nights later, and Dylan was staying, which interrupted our routine of spending the evening with Jose. In the evening I said I had a headache and needed to lay down to buy some time with Jose while Lucas and Dylan started a movie. When I brought Jose's dinner to the bunker, he was sleeping in the bed. His bed. I put the food on the counter and then crawled into bed beside him, enveloping him. He roused a bit and went in for a full cuddle. For 15 minutes he slept while I held his small, thin body close. I pulled out my cock and quietly jerked off to completion while he slept, then cleaned up and went back upstairs. When I returned ot the living room, Lucas and Dylan were sitting on the sofa next to each other, sharing a blanket. I swear that I saw Lucas' hand move away from Dylan's crotch under the blanket when I came around the corner... but maybe it was just my pervy mind? He would never risk it with Dylan. Would he? I curled up next to Lucas on the sofa. He was hard. "Were you fondling Dylan while watching the movie when I came in?" I asked him after saying goodnight to Dylan and going to our bedroom. "Of course not," he lied. "We've discussed it -- Dylan is too risky." The thought of his hand on Dylan's hard little boy cock under that blanket, making him hard, making him feel good, got me so hot. "Fuck me," I told him. His strong hand grabbed my jaw as he gazed intently into my eyes. He kissed me hard, then pulled down my pants, turned me around, and laid me down on the bed on my stomach. For the next 20 minutes his tongue worked my hole as I moaned. "I love when you moan. I bet Dylan loves hearing you moan." He said. He drove his hard cock into me, deeply. He didn't last long... he was really worked up. He collapsed as he came, and I came feeling his throbbing cock inside of me. We fell asleep. The 3rd Incident The next morning was Saturday, and Dylan had soccer practice. Lucas took him, and while they were away I went down to visit Jose and bring him breakfast. He was playing video games and was wearing the same clothes as yesterday. "Jose, it's time for a shower and to change your clothes." I told him. He turned off the console and went into the bathroom. He still doesn't talk much and it's hard to know what he's feeling. I follow him. "I want to show you the proper way to clean every day," I told him as I disrobed and joined him in the shower. I took the soap and proceeded to wash his body. Hair. Face. Arms. Torso. Legs. Feet. I saved the best for last. I lathered soap and used my bare hand to wash his little boy penis. This was purely functional now, though. No funny business. His bits were small and felt fragile in my fingers, I couldn't wait until we could do more. Later. "Now, this is the most important thing to do every day. You need to spend time washing your butt like this." I took the soap and lathered up his entire boy crack. Then I took my fingers and washed his crack before focusing on his hole. "You have to really get this good," I told him, as I used one finger to wash his hole -- around and in the middle of his sphincter. I pressed a little bit with my finger, not enough to penetrate but enough to feel it start to open. It caused him to lean over a bit and brace himself on the shower wall. I spent another 30 seconds really washing his little hole like that before rinsing it. If I didn't know better, I'd say he liked the feeling. "Lay down on the bed on your stomach with your head on the pillow," I told him after we dried off from the shower, but before we got dressed. I wanted to show him why it was so important to clean himself like that every day. I approached him, putting a hand on each of his beautiful boy butt cheeks, and began using my tongue to lick his boy crack and boy hole. I licked. I flicked. I blew air. i tickled. He responded with little tiny moans here and there, and giggled a couple times. After several minutes of teasing him, I got greedy and forced my pointed tongue deep into his hole, forcing it to open up for the first time. He yelped and pulled away. "Sorry," I said, knowing I had gone too far. To make it better I continued as I had before. He was tense at first, but eventually relaxed and again pleased me with his slight moans and movements in response. I stopped, turned him around, and crawled up to look him in the eyes. "You are such a beautiful boy, Jose, and we have a lot of things to explore together that will feel very good." He didn't respond verbally, but had a confused smirk on his face. It was then that I realized I was hard as a rock, my 6" cut, somewhat girthy cock was resting on Jose's leg, and about that time he noticed it too. He looked, continuing to smirk, as I flexed and made it move. He giggled a bit, and I decided it was time to go. "Eat your breakfast, and remember the cleaning lesson I taught you." The 4th Incident Each year Lucas and I took Dylan on a long weekend trip for his birthday, we called it our "guy's trip." This year he wanted a beach destination, so we packed up the car and headed 8 hours east to the coast. It was high season and we were limited by budget, so that meant we could get a single room with two beds right on the beach, or we could get a two-room suite off the beach. We let Dylan decide, and he chose the beach side room. The first night we arrived late and tired from the day of traveling, having stopped at several sites along the way, so we went straight to bed. Lucas and I in one queen, Dylan in another. The following day we spent at the beach, running in the water, lounging in the sun, building sandcastles, and flying a kite we brought. As the sun went down we stopped at a fish and chips shack on the way back to the hotel. After we showered, Lucas got a mischievous grin on his face -- "do you guys want to play a game?" he asked. "Now that you're 12, Dylan, I think it's time for you to learn strip poker." Dylan laughed, not sure if he was serious. I wasn't even sure if he was serious, but I was definitely into the idea. Without more words, Lucas took out a deck of cards and sat down at the room's small table. Dylan and I did the same as Lucas dealt our cards. We played a round, I won. Lucas made a spectacle of taking off a sock. Dylan followed the lead. Yes, we were playing strip poker with a 12 year old boy. Dangerous territory. Several rounds later we were in various states of disrobe. Dylan and I had both our pajama bottoms and underwear left, while Lucas was down to just his underwear... maybe that was on purpose. I won again. "Awww, man!" Dylan exclaimed, and began removing his pajama bottoms. Lucas waited a beat. He stood up, and pulled his underwear down, exposing himself to us at our eye level. He was semi-hard. Dylan stared and Lucas stood and let him. "Looks like someone's getting excited," I said as a joke and touched his dick, causing it to move back and forth. Then he sat down and dealt the next hand. He won, I took off my pajama pants, and Dylan, taking a lead for Lucas, removed his underwear. He stood up and pulled his underwear down, exposing himself to us. At 12, he still did not have pubic hair but his penis had certainly started growing. Like Lucas, Dylan was partially hard. He giggled, and then sat down. "I won!" I declared as the only one still with underwear. "Congratulations. I'm beat, Dylan it's time to brush your teeth and get ready for bed," Lucas said. As soon as Dylan went into the bathroom Lucas pulled me to the bed, removed my underwear, and started rimming me. I didn't know what he had planned -- Dylan would come out of the bathroom in the next few minutes. He continued rimming. Really rimming, working my hole over. I stifled moans into a pillow. When I looked up, I saw Dylan standing in the bathroom doorway watching his uncle deep tongue me. "Oh, Dylan!" I said, and pulled myself up and got under the covers. "Sorry, mate, I couldn't resist that ass." Lucas said, as he got in bed, too. Dylan didn't say anything, but turned off the light and got into the other bed. Immediately, Lucas started fondling me. Stroking my dick, working his fingers to my hole as he kissed and licked my neck. His fingers worked open my hole, preparing it for his cock. We were quiet, but being in a bed only 6 feet from Dylan there was a good bet he knew exactly what was happening. Lucas lubed up his hard cock and entered me slowly. I muffled my soft moans into the pillow. He fucked me slowly and deeply, holding me close as he rolled us so he was on top of me, I could feel his weight as he fucked. At that point I lost it. It felt so good and I couldn't hold back any longer. "oh, Lucas, you feel so fucking good inside me," I told him and moaned as he plunged his cock deeply. I could tell he was getting close, and started stroking myself. He grunted as his cock throbbed inside me, dumping his cum. Feeling the heat of his cum inside me caused me to come, and I exploded all over the bed. He stayed inside me, still hard. He started fucking me again, slowly, still hard. I noticed he was looking over to the next bed, and looked. By the light coming through the window blinds I could see Dylan was awake and watching us. He and his uncle were making eye contact as his uncle continued thrusting inside me, and I kept whining in response, especially sensitive after having just cum. I decided to let them have their moment, and looked back to watch Lucas face. I knew he found it so thrilling that Dylan was watching us fuck. He continued fucking me for a few more minutes until I could tell he was working to another climax. As he finished again inside me, he held me close and kept his eye contact with Dylan. When his orgasm was complete, he smiled. Dylan smiled back. We all went to sleep.