Date: Thu, 31 Dec 2020 12:34:00 +0000 From: encolpius1@protonmail.com Subject: Confessions of a boy lover 2 THE CONFESSION OF A BOY LOVER by Encolpius Compliments, comments, complaints to encolpius1@protonmail.com Please remember to give a little sommething to Nifty!. More is better but even a little bit is good I hadn't intended a second part but people wrote and asked about my new friend JaMarcus. So here's the story. I have a condo on a lake that I use as a weekend getaway as I work in city about 60 miles away during the week. This past summer, I was out riding my bike around the lakes, when a car stopped and the woman inside asked for directions. I have to admit that the streets around the various lakes are confusing and I gave her the directions and went on. A few minutes later, I passed by them. She was looking in the window of an empty house that had a "for rent" sign. I noticed JaMarcus first. Short and slender, short hair, skin the ccolor of india ink. He was a delight. My strongest preference is for boys just beginning to blossom in puberty: still hairless but their balls have begun to get bigger and they are just being to struggle with sexual desire and a need for sexual release. But I am catholic in this regard. I will fuck grown men and older teens too and I sure as shit will do a younger boy. And JaMarcus was mouth watering. I passed by as they walked back to the car and waved at them. Not long after, the car, a white cheap Chevy stopped and asked me for directions again. Again, I helped her out, making sure to speak to the boy, whose name I didn't know. It was early in the pandemic and we kept our social distancing. As I was pedaling away, I thought about it and stopped and waved her down. "You know, the unit next to mine is for rent" I said. I own my condo but most of them are owned by property management people and rented. "And it's on a lake" I gave her dierections and told her I would meet her there. I half way expeced she wouldn't be there as I pedaled up soon after but she was. She was at the wrong block but she was there. She was young, mid twenties and she had the boy when she was in her mid teens. She introduced me to JaMarcus and I solemnly shook his small hand. "That one is a little bigger than mine and has a fire place but you ccan get an idea from mine" I said, taking them inside. She was worried about the price and I called the guy who owned it. He quoted me a figure. I asked what the real rent was and he said that was it. "Ron, that's nuts. You had a Canadian couple snowbirding but otherwise it's been vacant for more than a year and I am tending to the flower beds. What's the real rent?" It was in her price range but just barely. So Shontae and JaMarcus became my neighbers. I didn't make a move on JaMarcus. But we became friends. He is on the autism spectrum and friends his own age is a bit tough I gather. I taught him to swim on the Saturdays I was there and I bought a small kayak that he could use as we paddled around the 50 acre lake. I will tell you holding up his slight, lean little body in the water was a turn on. Grabbing him up and holding him by the ass and tossing him to deeper water was a delight too. Shontae quickly figured I was gay but that wasn't a problem. She tried setting me up with her gay frinds. One boy with dreads and a sweet broad shouldered body might would have worked out despite the age difference in any other year. This year is tough. But I have my young friend JaMarcus, who greets me excitedly every Friday evening. One Friday, I guess it was late August or early September, definitely after school started, JaMarcus invited himself to stay over at my place. Shontae was resistant and I worried if she had noticed my prurient interest in the boy despite my not having ever actually done anything. Without getting into the details, I have had law enforcement contact in the past even though nothing came of it. She took me aside and told me that an older boy had showed him a porn video on his phone and they had tried to recreate what they had seen on the screen. The older boy was pubescent and Shontae told me that JaMarcus is now obsessed with sex. Well, gay sex and men ejaculating. "It's all right" I said. "We'll have the bird and bees talk" "No need" she said. He cuddled up as we watched Aquaman streaming. He commented on Jason Momoa's muscles and he showed me his muscle. It was not impressive but he was proud. He cuddled up and draped an arm across my crotch and then he looked up and asked me if I thought Aquaman was sexy. I said he was but I liked men that were more slender. He watched for a minute and then asked me if I had any dirty videos and I told him that I did. He asked if i had any with jsut boys. I told him that I did. I put on the An American In Prague, the Bel Ami video with Chanee and Johan Paulik. If you are unfamiliar, let's just say that a young Johan Paulik, appearing in Sauna Paradiso, was 18 going on 15 and a true delight. By now, he was clearly a young adult but still it is a sexy union of two very handsome boys. I told JaMarcus we could watch it on the TV in my bedroom and so we did. Cuddled up in the bed, a big dicked blond boy pounding a brown haired Czech boy, JaMarcus wanted to see my cock. I obliged hum, pulling down my shorts and liberating my stiff dick. He didn't ask permission. He just grabbed it. And I sure as shit let him. My only concern was that he would tell and we would have to have a talk about that but not now. Right then, a 9 year old boy is holding my dick. And I am okay with that. He's curious. Wants to know how it works. It's educational. I promise. He's a bit rough and I decide the best way to show him is to demonstrate I get him to take off his underwear even though he is a bit shy. Modest He has nothing to be modest about. The lack of hair? Makes me drool. A perfect miniature cock and balls and just the right size for him to wrap his own hands around? God. And that thing is hard. I mean hard. The kind of hard on that only the young can have. It ain't spongy at all. It is rock hard and sticking up. The head is a bit cherry red in contrast of the blackness of his skin and his small balls a lighter borwn. With a bit of lube on my thumb and forefinger, I rub the head of his perfect penis, "Uhhh" he whimpers. It 's sensitive. He feels it. I stroke his small shaft and he moans then too. I'm not sure what the older boy did with him - I don't ask - but I am sure that they fumbled around a bit and the boy was more interested in his pleasure than JaMarcus's. I am the opposite. I want the boy to get off. I want him to have an intense dry orgasm. I want to see it. I will use that sight for many a jack off fantasy later on. And if he is pleasured, he will come back fo rmore. And that works to my advantage too. He is breathing heavy and panting some. It feels good. It does. There's a reason boys - and men too - masturbate. I reach over and lightly play with his nipples. He gasps. He had no idea that felt good. I;m teaching him what he needs to know. "You wantt to touch mine?" I ask He nods eagerly. Yeah, he does. A man's dick fascinates him. He applies his new found knowledge of the pleasure points of a man. His hands are too small to be a realy good hand job but there is no suck thing as a bad handjob from a fourth grader. Get real. Just having him touch my dick is getting my blood flowing, building up the heat and pressure inside. I never feel more alive, more masculine than I do when I am with a boy, pleausuring the boy, taking his innocence away - and innocence he is eager to be rid of, too - and being pleasured. In my mind, there is nothing more masculine than man sex or man-boy sex. Nothing. But I have something additional to teach him: the pleasures of a mouth. I plop him down on the bed and he flings over his legs wide, wider than I could as if he had no hip joint at all. The soft mound of his testicles and the small pointer beckin. It's not a mouthful, not at all. But I suck on his balls and he gasps again. I lick around, lick his taint. He giggles. It's funny that someone would loke in his dirty places, the covered pplaces. He likes it. He does. But it's funny. Let him be amazed by the sex act. It is an amazing thing after all. I take his small cock in between my lips and rub the head of it with my rough tongue and he cries out loudly. Soon his whole body is tense and and he is lost in his first impeding orgasm, powerful and overweheming. It feels so good that a tear falls from his eye as he struggles to breath, his whole body having parosysms of tension. His small balls have almost completely shrunk into his body as he whimpers. Then he relaxes and breathes heavy. I come off of him and it takes a minute before he starts to laugh. "Good, huh?" I ask He mods eagely and grins before talling back on the bed, laughing again. Still naked and sill hard. I let him him suck me for a bit and he does a credible job. But I have to finish myself off by jacking it and he is fascinated by the siight of me ejaculating. As soon as I do it, he wants to see it again. That, alas, is impossible. After that, he spends the day Saturday with me and we go swimming and he reaches for my dick in the water. He wants to skinny dip. He has sex on the brain. We have to have The Talk. I try to keep shame and guilt out of it. It's not a shameful thing, after all. It's taboo but I feel no guilt. The boy is happy. I am hapoy. He is eager to go again even though he is untroubled by the lust and horniness that I feel. But it has to be private. Our special thing. I need to be sure. His mother, Shontae, is young. Having the baby seemed like a good idea at the time but then not so much. She loves the boy but he is a handful. He cares about what he is interested in, not what you are interested in. He is kind of transactional in his relationships. As I say, he is on the spectrum. But that kind of works for me. Right now, he was sex on the brain. And I don;t mind his interest in sex. I am too. I don't mind that he is only excited to see because I have a functional dick that shoots cum. I can live with that. And truth is I do care for the kid too. He has a hard road ahead of him. But, anyway, Shontae, even in a world of Covid, wants to be young and have a romance or two and party some. So, JaMarrcus is sent my way on Fridays and Saturdays. Even better, she is bisexual with a preference toward women. There are no other competing male influences in is life. Her girlfriends lose interest in him quickly. He is a handfful. So, that;'s how I came to take him to an adult bookstore. He didn't go in. He waited in the car. The old smut palace - which long ago had a rocking video arcase that closed because of LEO action - had moved. I wanted to check it out and see, especially if it had an arcade. If it did, I would visit but I wasn't going to make JaMarcus wait for me to get a blowjob from a man. But, alas, they didn't. I ended up buying JaMarcus a couple of gifts: A junior sized dildo and a Hustler. Unfortunately, the days of AllBoy or Freshman or InTrouch are gone. In the car, he grabbed up the mag and tore into it. He was indifferent to women showing pink. But then he came to the layout that showed a man fucking a woman. A grown man's dick stuffed into a hot pussy was more to his liking. He held it up for me to see. The car next to us must have been shocked. I had to remind him about discretion. We tried out the dildo at hom. I am very careful about ass fucking with young boys. I find most of them to be reluctant and ass shy. When I was the boy, I was too. I couldn't conveive of it as being pleasurable and was sure it would hurt and hurt badly. Plus it seemed hind of gross. Of course, I have gotten over that but I will I won't rim a boy until after I have fucked him They do see that as gross. At any rate, it is a step by step process, starting wth a a finger. He liked that so we graduated up to the dildo. He liked that too. In fact, on a rainy Sunday afernoon as I was getting ready to head back, I cuaght him jacking himself, his legs up and him fucking his little ass with his junior latex friend. It is a beautiful sight: a young boy with his legs thrown over his is head, his small balls and hard little dick visble, ramming a dildo in his ass. It made me hard. Just before Thanksgiving, Shontae got a roommate. Rent money has becomme more and more of an issue and I help her out some because I have a good thing going with JaMarcus. So another girl, younger than Shontae,is in the unit and it's 3 people in two bedrooms. I don't care particularly if they are licking each other's pussies. Doesn't bother me. JaMarcus is spending more time with me. I took him down to the Keys for a Thanksgiving vacation. Father and adopted son. He had a blast. So did I. It rained on Christmas Eve. It pissed rain. I made some soup for me and JaMarcus. Shontae comes over with him - we had planned to have Christmas Dinner together with me cooking - and she is holding a large sized dildo in her hand. My heart sank when I saw it. It was mine. One that I've had for years in the bottom dawer of the dresser in the bedroom. My heart sank and then it raced. I;m caught. This can get very ugly. "He took this from you" she said, holding it out for me to take "Sorry. I should be more careful." I mumble "Shouldn't be plundering" she said, slapping him on the back of the head. "He's always plundering around my stuff looking for things he can sttick in his butt" JaMarcus is looking down, hang dog in a way only children can achieve. "Just use a condom. I don't want him tracking home no AIDS shit" she said and left. I have a boy who likes things in his butt. I have a Mom that is indifferent to it. In fact, she's probably happy. Some of her rent money trouble got better. Oh well. I don't use a condom. I'm on PReP and I want to feel his tight ass against my hard cock. We do it doggy first. Hands and knees, ass up, back arched. His legs as wide apart as he can get them I play with his butthole frist. I tease it with my finger. I do rim him. I work my tongue into his rosebud. He giggles a bit but then he moans a bit too. It feels good. I want him to associate butt play with pleasure. I finger fuck him and rub on his junk, loosen him up wiht a finger, then two, thren three. I get over him and push my dick into him slowly. He grunts and I can tell it hurts some but I push it into him slowly, gently, all the way. And he doesn't fight back to jump away or yell for me to stop. I push it all the way in, a fat hard dick into a tight boy hole. All the way in and I grab him and pull him back on to me, his hairless ass against my pubes. Then slowly, slowly, slowly, I begin to move inside him. A little ricking motion, a wiggle side to side. Movement. A little more and we get a rhythm. I move back and to, his tight ass against my cock, skin on skin. I must have moaned and he murmured :"Yeah" It doesn't hurt anymore. Uncomfortable Intense. Right now, he can't decide if it's pleasure or not. But whatever it is, it is the greatestt sensation he was ever felt. I move, back and too. A litle harder but I am not raping the boy. I want to him to enjoy it. I want him to ride my cock a dozen times, a hundred, a thousand. God I do. He moans too and I know that I making a bottom boy for life at this point. He reaches down and sttrokes himself, confirmng what I thought. I move and fuck him, bent over him, holding him lightly around the waist in the crook of my arm while my tool violates his ass, sliding in and out. A little harder and it so fucking sweet. So tight. So wonderful. I pull out and turn him over and jack off to cum, dropping my load on his crotch. The next time, he rode me. When I said I had to cum, he didn't stop and I came in his ass. As I write this, it is the day before New Years Eve and I will go down there tomorrow after work. He and I will pile up to watch football. I am the alumnus of one of the teams playing so I have an interest. But what if JaMarcus has another intterest? Let me tell you a story. It was during the 1986 World Series. I was in my early twenties. He was 12. Black curly hair and green eyes, pale white skin with a splash of freckles. He was big for his age. He had hair around his dick in a semicircle, like a crown. He was mature enough to cum. He is over at my apartment ostensiblly to watch the World Series. And we do that. But my boy has other ideas. He's horny and firstly. And he has a curfew. What the fuck, I figure. They have two outs and nobody on in the ninth. I go in the bedroom and we fuck. Prone on my bed, I drive my dick in his ass. I cream his ass. But then I suck him off, drinking down his preteen toad. What did I miss? Bill Buckner makes the most famous error in baseball history. And I missed it. No I didn't. I've seen it a million times. And I fucked a 12 year old boy in the ass. Yeah, if JaMarcus doesn't want to watch football and wants to do soemthing else instead, that's cool.