Date: Fri, 25 Sep 2020 14:22:34 -0700 From: John Henry Subject: Jim (Adult Youth) DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction, and contains explicit, sexual content involving an adult over the age of 21 and a minor under the age of 12. If viewing this material is illegal where you live, OR you're a minor under the age of 18, please stop reading his. If you're not sure about this legatilty, please stop reading until you have looked into your own, local laws. Any likeness or similarity between persons, places, products or concepts are purely coincidental. If you would like to leave any positive feedback, please let me know. Thank you. Jim I was 9-years-old when Kevin moved into my trailer park. We were the same age and ended up in the same class room. Even though there were other kids in the park, most were either a lot older than us, or a lot younger. It took most of the year to become friends, as I was very shy and introverted. Eventually, we began to hangout at school then after. I was raised by my grandmother after my parents and older sister passed away in a fire. Life was difficult, as I believe my grandmother resented being a mother again. A stern woman in her early 60s, my grandmother didn't like it when I would leave the yard, so naturally, I didn't have any friends in the park, except for Kevin, whom she didn't like. Kevin had a younger brother, Dylan, who was 7. They lived with their mother, Cathy, and father, Jim. Cathy worked in a grocery store as a checkout clerk, while Jim was a truck driver. According to Kevin, Jim worked a lot and would come home every other weekend. Cathy was polite, but she didn't seem to like me very much, at least that was my impression. Kevin said that she was just that way, but it just seemed that she didn't really care for my presence but tolerated it for Kevin's sake. After about a year of begging and pleading, my grandmother relented to me staying the night at Kevin's house. I had never stayed over at anyone's home before who wasn't family, so I was very nervous but excited. I packed a bag with a change of clothes, some toys and a board game: Monopoly. I left my place around five and walked the short distance to Kevin's. As I walked up to the porch, I saw an unloaded semi truck parked out front. "It must be Kevin's dad," I thought as I knocked on the door. "Hey," Kevin said as he opened the door. "Hey," I replied. Kevin brought me into the living room. Cathy said, "Hi Mikey," in her typical, curt-ish manner and went back to fixing dinner, which was spaghetti. Dylan ignored my presence as usual. And, in his recliner as Jim, Kevin's dad. Jim was a chubby guy. He was about 5'10" and just over 200 lbs. He was in his late twenties, which was pretty old when you're 10. Even at that relatively young age, his hair was starting to thin. He was taking off his boots, looked up at me, with a little smile and said, "Nice to finally meet you, Mikey. Kevin's said a lot about you." Jim reached out his hand, and I sheepishly shook it. I had known since I was about 4 that I was gay, and it was around age 6 when I discovered that I liked older men. I didn't know anything about sex, but there was something about them that I was attracted to. Unfortunately, Jim was my type...and still is. As I took Jim's hand, I could feel my face turn red and my tiny dick get hard. Jim didn't say a word, but his smile widened just a bit more. His hand was rough yet his grip was gentle. I fought the urge to jump into his arms, hug him and maybe even kiss him. I don't know if it showed on my face, but Jim gave me a little wink, and I turned my gaze away from his clear, blue eyes. Kevin cleared his throat and pulled me away to his room. It felt like I was holding Jim's hand forever, but I guess it was only for a second or two. I was flustered for several minutes as Kevin and I sorted out sleeping arrangements. He had his own room but didn't want to share a bed, which was fine with me, since I was concerned that my hard-on might come back if Jim checked in on us. Dinner was a trial of my will. Spaghetti is my favorite food, but Cathy's didn't taste right. I'm still not sure what she did with it, but it didn't taste very good. Also, I think that I wasn't the only one who thought so, as the other boys and Jim seemed to pick at their plates. By this time, I was a master at twirling my pasta, but Cathy still insisted on cutting up my portion. I caught Jim's eye, and I think he sensed my disappointment. He gave me the slightest wink, twirled his pasta and, as loud as he could, slurped up the loose noodles. The red sauce splattered across his face and some caught my lips. Before I knew it, Jim reached over, wiped it off with his thumb, and licked it up. I like to believe it was intentional, but it could've been just as likely subconscious. However, the act caused Kevin and Dylan to laugh, me to blush and Cathy to get noticeably annoyed. "So, Mikey," Jim started, "You and Kevin are in Mrs. Ryker's class together?" "Yes, Sir" Jim comically looked around, then looked at me with a shocked expression. "You had me scared, Mikey. For a second I thought my dad was here!" Everyone else, including Cathy, chuckled, but I seemed to have missed the joke. I looked around trying to find Jim's dad, and everyone started to laugh. I turned red. I knew I was the butt of the joke, but it was worse, because I didn't know what the joke was. Jim put his beefy hand on my shoulder, looked me in the face and said, "You can call me 'Jim.' My dad is 'Sir," and I'm not that old yet." His smile calmed me down "Yes you are!" Piped up Dylan, taking advantage of the situation. "I am, am I?" Jim reached around the other side of the table and started tickling Dylan, who fell out of his chair, laughing. Everyone started laughing, as Dylan got back into his seat. The rest of the meal, though still tasteless, went by with greater ease. After dinner, we watched a kid's movie. By this time, Jim had changed. As we were watching the movie, Jim came into the living room wearing a closed robe and his boxers. I saw a small amount of fine, chest hair peeking out from the top. His legs were large but toned. His feet were meaty and well groomed. It was this exact moment where I believe I developed my foot fetish. Jim stepped over me on his way to his recliner, and I could see his plain, white boxers...and the bulge of his penis just behind the thin fabric; I got hard instantly. I spent the rest of the movie trying to not look around and stare at Jim. My mind wandered too often to the things that I wanted to do with him, mostly kissing and cuddling. Before I knew it, the movie was over, and Jim called out, "Alright you three: Bath time then bed." My heart skipped a beat. "Do we have to?" Whined Dylan. "You heard your father," Cathy said sternly. Kevin and I went into his room and waited our turn, as Dylan pitched a fit in the bathroom. Kevin took off all of his clothes then sat on his bed. His dick was a little bigger than mine and also circumcised. It laid on his hairless scrotum and I could barely make out his undescended testicles. I also took off my clothes then sat in a nearby chair. "Do you want to take a bath together?" Kevin asked. "Sure," I said. I had never bathed with anyone else before, let alone another boy. We heard small feet running from the bathroom, and Jim called out, "Alright, who's next?" It was the most stressful bath I had ever had. When we went into the bathroom, Jim, who was still in his closed robe and boxers, was sitting on the toilet seat. Kevin ignored his father's presence and got into the refilled tub. I froze for a second trying to keep from getting hard. Of all the ways I had fantasized about being naked with Jim, this was not one of them, and none of them had involved Kevin. "The water isn't getting any warmer," the older man said with a sweet smile and wink. I got into the tub. Luckily, Jim had put some sort of soap and bubbles in the water. Jim moved to the tub, dipped a cup into the water and poured it over Kevin's head then repeated the process with me. Each time, his hand brushed my leg, which got me very hard; it was almost painful. Jim took a bar of soap and a wash cloth then began to wash our bodies. My heart pounded with his touch. I was very ticklish, but my nervousness halted that as Jim washed my arm pits and feet. What I remembered most, though, was when he washed my belly. His hand, softened by the water, moved smoothly over my flesh. It disappeared under the water, and I felt it pump then pause for a few seconds as it touched my erect penis. Jim then slid his pinky finger up and down the shaft. I tried to casually look at him. Our eyes met. He gave me a grin and a slight wink. Jim rubbed my cock one last time before moving on. "Alright boys, time to get out and into bed." Jim toweled off Kevin first. I stayed in the tub till after Kevin left the bathroom. As I stood to get out, I was, still, very hard. Jim looked me up and down, lifted me up and out, and placed me on the bathmat. He wrapped me in a towel, which he thoroughly rubbed all over my body. "You can take a minute for that to calm down if you want," Jim whispered to me, as he lightly stroked my cock. I gave an involuntary shudder as electricity shot from the bare head of my dick up and up my spine. Jim kissed the top of my head and left the bathroom. It was a good five minutes before I felt comfortable enough to go into Kevin's room. Kevin was already dressed in his pajamas and was in bed. "What took so long?" Thinking quickly, I said, "I thought I had to go to the bathroom, but I guess I didn't have to, after all." "I hate it when that happens." "Yeah, it sucks," I said while putting on my briefs and climbing in the small, makeshift bed of blankets on the floor. Kevin insisted on sleeping with the bedroom door slightly ajar. There was a thin sliver of light that came in that hit me in the face. At home, I had to sleep with the door fully closed, with no lights on whatsoever. Kevin fell asleep pretty quickly, but the light, no matter how I positioned myself, kept catching me in the eye. At some point late in the night, I saw Jim walk quietly out of his room. He was in his robe still, which was wide open this time. He walked down the hall and presumably, into the living room. After a few minutes, the faintest sound from the T.V. could be heart. Kevin was snoring, so I guessed he wasn't going to wake up for nothing. I decided that I wanted to spy on Jim. I quietly got out from under my blankets and tiptoed towards the living room. Jim was watching a late night show. His robe was wide open, exposing his nice belly and lightly muscled chest. His legs and feet were up, and soon, my dick was, too. I stood there for a few minutes taking in the sight of this gorgeous man, while trying to think of an excuse to go to him. I decided that my having a nightmare should work. I inched myself into view, and he soon took notice of me. "Can't sleep?" He didn't bother closing his robe in my presence. "I had a nightmare." "Poor guy. Come here." I went to him. He pulled onto his lap, and snuggled up in his arms, with my cheek on his sexy chest. Jim started to rub my back with one hand and my leg with the other. I re-positioned myself and laid my left arm across his body. I had never felt so safe in my life. I was also very turned on.... Jim's body was soft to the touch. His chest hair was fine and felt great running through my moving hand. He smelled like a man. He had definitely showered, but his natural musk was warm and inviting. His caressing of my back and leg was too much for my dick to handle, and it started to pulsate against his belly. "I think someone's happy," Jim whispered. "Huh?" I said, snapping back to reality. Jim stopped rubbing my back, reached down, and pulled open the front of my briefs. He extended a finger and rubbed my penis, causing it to twitch even more. He continued his previous action, removing my underwear completely. The hand rubbing my leg was readjusted, so it was cupping my newly exposed butt. "I had a feeling we'd get along when you first walked in," Jim said. I didn't know how to respond, so I bravely lowered my hand towards his boxers. Jim moved us both out of his chair. I was nervous once again, being naked in the living room, not knowing who might catch us, but my fears vanished as Jim removed his underwear. His cock was fully hard. He was easily six-and-a-half inches. For someone who's own dick was a little under 2, his was pretty massive. Jim moved towards and looked down the hall. Certain that nobody was awake, He grabbed his robe, put it on, pulled me into his arms, wrapped us both in the cotton covering, and we went outside and to his truck. Once we were outside, Jim kissed my lips. I was in heaven. I kissed him back. He hastily and clumsily opened the driver-side door, and got us inside. His truck was pretty large and had a sleeper compartment in the back. "Nobody should bother us out here." Jim said. "What if someone wakes up?" "I could honk my horn right now, and they'd all sleep right through it." "Won't Cathy notice that you're gone?" "We haven't shared the same bed in about a year. I make it look like I'm sleeping in it, so Kevin and Dylan don't get suspicious. She's already started filing for a divorce." At my shocked look, he added, "But you can't tell Kevin or Dylan. We don't want them to know, okay?" "Okay, I promise." I said. After reflecting for a few seconds, I asked, "Does this mean you're moving away?" "I'll still be around," Jim said, smiling at me, caressing my cheek with the back of his hand. "Why would I leave you behind?" Jim leaned in and kissed me, this time, sliding his tongue into my mouth. My first ever adult kiss, and his was with this handsome man. Jim laid me back and to my side. He laid next to me. Our hands rubbing all over each other. Jim spread my legs, putting his dick in between them. He gave a few thrusts, which caused me to gasp. My body tingled in ways I never thought were possible. We returned to kissing, before he moved down my body with his tongue. He stopped at my dick. Jim gave it a slow lick. I shook and moaned. He enveloped my whole penis with his tongue before drawing it into his moist, fleshy mouth. He started sucking me, while his tongue jerked me off. With one hand, he played with my balls and rubbed my taint, with the other, he found one of my hands and held it, as if to say, you're safe, so it's okay to let it all happen. Jim lifted his head from my groin, pushed my legs back and up into the air, then started to lick my butthole. It drove me wild. I panted like a dog, my feet kicked a little and my hand squeezed his very hard...well, as hard a 10-year-old could do. Jim looked up at me, gave me sly, devilish look, chuckled and went right back to work on my ass. I don't know how long he stayed down there, because Time and Space lost all meaning. I was breathing so heavily, I started to see stars. My mind reeled with every flick of his satiny tongue against my virgin hole. Jim put my legs down, moved over on top of me, slid his arms under, then rolled us both, so I was laying on top of his large frame. I kissed my lover once more, tasting us both. I pulled my head back, looked into his stunning blue eyes, and stammered, "I--, I--, I--," "I love you, too," Jim said, running his hand through my hair. Tears welled in my eyes. Nobody, since my mom, had ever said those words to me. Jim wiped my face again, pulled me into a hug, and we stayed there for a long time. To this day, twenty-some-odd-years later, whenever I roll over and snuggle into Jim's chest, I can still remember how wonderful he has been since that very first night.