Date: Thu, 20 Dec 2018 00:32:23 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Joey's Declaration

This story was originally posted on Nifty in December of 2007. It has been
edited and updated.

This is yet another story, story being the operative word, of a hot teenage
boy having sex with an adult male. It's all from my head, not from real
life, at least as far as I'm concerned. If you aren't supposed to be
reading this stuff for whatever reason then you should leave
now. Otherwise, forever hold your dick but as always, N-Joi

Hugs Tag_m

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It was one of those bizarre circumstances, twists of fate, acts of God,
call it what you will. On the other hand, maybe it wasn't all that
strange. But as I watched the fourteen year old boy God walking toward me,
it hardly mattered what you called the situation that brought him to my
large motel room.

He was dressed, if indeed dressed could actually be used to describe it, in
a shorty t-shirt that barely covered his flat belly button. It was black
and had "just do it" in white lettering underneath a pair of equally white
stick figures, one bent over with the other standing close in behind
it. The standing stick had his hands on the other's hips and overall it was
a clear depiction of anal sex.

Beneath the shirt and barely covering what appeared to be some healthy
boyhood charms was a bikini style underwear in lime green. The satiny
fabric in front and back were held in place by the thin strand of an
elastic waistband and as far a fabric goes, I'd seen dinner napkins that
had more square inches to them. The front pouch was narrow and allowed for
plenty of pale skin between its edges and the boy hips, showing off a good
two inches or two of pubic bone. While the pouch seemed pretty well filled
and barely able to keep the boy's charms in check there wasn't a sign of
any stray hairs which made me wonder if he trimmed or simply hadn't matured
yet; in the hair department that is, because from what I could see the rest
seemed to be developed nicely.

While I hadn't seen the back of the boy while he was dressed that way, I
had seen him plenty that day, the night before. At the reception that night
he'd been wearing a pair of black cotton pants that fit him like a glove
and showing off a tight and firm little ass that held the promise of being
to die for.

His name was Joey and he was the only boy child of one of my little
sister's best and oldest friends who'd popped out four girls before her son
was born. His father, Gerard, had been my best friend in high school and
after that, my roommate through college. I'd introduced him to Joey's
mother during Christmas break of our freshman year of college and they'd
married the day after graduation and had their first child six months
later. My great-grandmother would have said that the baby must have been
born with tennis shoes on in order to get there so much ahead of schedule.

Gerard and I had majored in geology, scored in the top two spots of our
graduating class and gone to work for the same oil company. Together, six
years before, we'd been among the first to be kidnapped in the Middle East,
a situation that had been covered up by the oil company and both
governments. I'd been present over the two weeks that Gerard had been
tortured and subsequently killed, losing two fingers on my right hand and a
toe from my left foot as well as numerous broken bones and internal
injuries in the process. I'd been allowed my freedom in order to explain to
the suits and anybody else that was important and who would listen, what
the stakes were going to be in the game they were all playing.

I'd been sworn to secrecy about the entire affair and my bank account
swelled by some two million dollars. Between her husband's large insurance
policy and her payoff, Candy received twice that. She never knew how her
husband died and I would never tell her.

My name is Jonah Joseph Stapleton and because Gerard hated his own name his
son had been sort of named after me; Joseph Jonah or Joey. Amazingly
Gerard's last name had also been Stapleton although we weren't even close
to being related.

I'd seen the boy quite a bit over the years so we knew each other very well
and had always gotten along even better. Unlike many adults I'd shown
plenty of interest in his various toys and action figures as he'd grown up
and had even played games with him on his bedroom floor, doing battle in
the way that boy's and action figures do. I'd performed all the parental
tasks when he was a baby, went to his sports events whenever I could and
was pretty much an additional father sometimes. For a variety of reasons, I
hadn't seen Joey for a couple of years and Goddamn he had grown up in the
interim, considerably. The kid was a fucking hottie, pure and simple.

No more than five foot four Joey, was slender without being skinny. His
medium brown hair was worn long, covering his ears, dangling into his eyes
and curling at the shoulder. It wasn't straight but had some body to it,
many of the ends starting to bend out so that if he grew it longer it would
have some definite wave to it. There were strands of three different shades
of blonde shot through it, the kind of coloring that was natural and not
professional. His hazel eyes were flecked with gold, were quite large and
dominated a narrow face with high prominent cheek bones. His nose was a tad
bit wide but nothing that detracted from him in any way.

Joey had perfectly shaped and very kissable lips that covered a pair of
front teeth that were a little larger than normal. The rest of his ivories
were seemingly normal in size but they weren't pressed in close to each
other and in the front were very slightly spaced. He truly was a beautiful
boy and the less than perfect features made him seem more real and
accessible than say another child whose beauty was so complete, so total
that many people seemed to be afraid to engage with them. Yep, Joey was a
little hottie all right.

How I'd come to find him in my motel room was quite simple. My sister's
youngest daughter was getting married and everyone was in town for
wedding. When they got to their hotel it seemed that the single room that
had been booked for her only son had been overbooked, Candy called my
sister for suggestions. My sister offered to let him share a room in her
home with a couple of cousins but Joey didn't know them and was rather
adamant about his mother finding other arrangements. That led to me being
called and subsequent housing arranged that met with Joey's enthusiastic
approval.

"I think this is going to work out very well Jonah," his mother told me on
the phone. "Joey's been having some difficulties in school and being a
little troublesome at home. Hell maybe he's gay but whatever it is perhaps
he'll take the opportunity to talk to you about it. You've always been his
favorite non family member you know." My ears perked up at the gay comment
and I wondered what or why she had chosen to make it. I should state here
that I came out in my freshman year of college, Gerard finding me with
another student in our room one night. He was totally cool, never rejected
me.

"You're my best friend dude," he said with a tear in his eye, "ya know?" I
did know and thanked him. Shortly after that I came out to my family, who
already knew or at least suspected, and from then on didn't do much to hide
my orientation although I didn't take out ads in the newspapers either. I
must say that working in the Middle East provided some interesting
experiences during the years I worked there. Some of those young teenaged
Arab boys were very talented and equally enthusiastic.

So, the night before the wedding I arranged to pick Joey up at his mother's
hotel and take him with me. I was driving my 55 t-bird, a show quality car
that I took on a road trip once a year during the month of August. Joey had
always loved the car and getting into it that night was no different.

"Oh man Jonah I love this car so much. Can you leave it to me in your
will?" I looked at him askance. "Well, who else would you leave it too?"
Joey was also very well aware of my sexual orientation, knew that I had no
kids and only three nieces. I laughed and ruffled his mop-ish hair telling
him I'd think about it.

That night we sat side by side on the sofa in my suite and watched a movie,
both of us in underwear and t-shirts. When we went to bed that night Joey
kissed me on the lips, something he'd done all of his life when saying
goodnight or goodbye. I was a little startled but said nothing, savoring
the taste of the maturing boy. We lay facing each other.

"I've missed you being around Jonah and with my dad gone too it's been
kinda hard lately." I could hear the catch in Joey's voice and reached out
and touched his cheek. That was all it took. He melted into my arms and
began crying. I held him tightly, rubbing the back of his head and down
onto his smooth back, feeling the developing muscles of a fourteen year old
boy both front and back. I could also feel his cock pressed close to mine
and neither of us made any move to alter the situation.

I cooed into his ear telling him it was okay that everything was going to
be alright and that I was there for him. We stayed like that until he
calmed down, a good five minutes, and when he was okay he moved back but
only slightly. He rubbed his eyes.

"I seem to be doing that a lot lately." When I asked if he knew why he
shook his head saying he didn't have a clue. I suggested hormonal changes,
not having his dad or even me around much and at his age he really needed
male guidance. He said that was probably it. He yawned hugely then kissed
me again, this time with much more tenderness than.

"I really do miss you Jonah now that we live so far away. I wish there was
some way I could see you more often.' I kissed him back and said that I
felt the same way, that I'd missed him a lot and that now, I'd do my
damnedest to make a point of us being able to spend more time together.

Joey rolled over and backed into me, clearly wanting to be held and I
didn't deny him. I wrapped an arm around his chest and he held it close to
his body and pushed his slender little butt firmly against me. His ass was
definitely worth being pressed against.

I woke in the middle of the night with pressure on my raging hard cock. It
wasn't unusual; I generally got up at least once during the night to
relieve a piss hard on. While it may have started as a piss hard on, that
wasn't what was stimulating Mr. one eye at the moment. I was lying on my
back and could feel Joey's hand as it explored my tumescent shaft, gently
using his fingers and moving up and down it slowly as though playing a
flute.

I allowed my eyes to open very slowly to allow enough slit to see by. The
room was very dimly lit, a low watt bulb in the living room of the suite
providing the illumination. Joey was on his back, his hand down inside his
briefs, feeling himself up and clearly jacking his own cock, although not
necessarily with an outcome in mind, just to stimulate himself in an
already stimulated situation.

I didn't move but allowed the boy to continue to explore me. There wasn't
much chance of me cumming and I knew that his adolescent curiosity was what
was driving him. I was quite surprised however when he stopped and took my
lax hand from where it rested on the bed between us then let it rest on top
of his rigid boner having moved his other hand out of the way.

I wanted desperately to feel the boy up, to see how big he was then do to
him what he wanted, which was to make him unload the sweet nectar of his
fourteen year old balls. I didn't do that however because I was not
absolutely sure of Joey's motivation. Had I known that it wasn't just
normal male curiosity I might have done something different but I didn't
know, any more than I knew when his father had done the same thing to me
during our junior year of high school when we'd spent one of our many
nights together and his house or mine.

I'd been one hundred percent positive that Gerard wasn't gay. We'd seen
each other naked a hundred times by virtue of gym class and showers after
games. We'd seen each fully hardened in the morning as one after the other
we staggered to the bathroom to relieve a full bladder and swollen cock and
on more than one occasion we stood side by side bent over with stiff cocks
held downward to piss a dark yellow stream into the toilet. Gerard and I
had even jacked off together, as best friends often do, more than a few
times throughout our high school years and more than once after dropping
off our dates for the night having scored nothing from them, not that I was
trying all that hard but Gerard had been.

Thinking back on that, remembering my best friends eight and a half inches
of teenage cock, I wondered if his son had inherited that particular
feature. Joey certainly felt large enough where my fingers rested but at
that moment in time I refused to allow my fingers to flex and find the
definite answer to that question. Still and all the boy had some girth to
him, that much was evident.

Joey finally gently removed my hand and slipped quietly out of bed and left
the room although I did get a brief glimpse of the protrusion at the front
of his boxers. He went into the living room, closing the door between us so
I took the opportunity to drop my briefs and jack off, lying at the very
edge of the bed and shooting a copious amount of sperm out onto the carpet
as I gave some thought about what it would be like to be with Joey, to
explore his hot young body and vice versa.

I loved boys although that part of my sexual orientation wasn't known, at
least by anyone but Gerard who fully understood that in the Mid East that
type of arrangement was quite common. I'd had my share of adult men in my
life as well and Gerard and his family had even met one or two of them but
my love was of teenage boys and Joey was a perfect specimen of what I
loved.

I finished off, wipe my oozing cock head with the edge of the bed cover
then pulled my underwear back up and lay on my side, drifting back off to
sleep just as Joey returned to the room. I was facing in that direction and
noticed that his underwear were hanging much more naturally.

Joey hung out with me all of the next day after checking in with his
mother. Needless to say, all of the women were busy as only women can be at
this, their most desirous of ceremonies and the preparation thereof. After
our morning showers, Joey hung around in the living room wearing only a
large bath towel which at times almost gave up a view of his boyhood
charms. I was tempted to engage him in the kind of rough and tumble
tickling play that he'd loved as a boy but I thought that might be a bit to
over the edge as well as obvious although his behavior seemed to become
more flirty and even sexual. He'd even commented about liking to be naked
at home and asked if all guys felt that way so I confirmed his
suspicions. I finally asked him why he didn't just take the towel off and
be done with it.

"I don't want to shock you Jonah," he said with a smile.

"Why should I be shocked Joey? I've seen you a million times, washed your
little butt and dried off your penis." He smiled and said,

"I'm not a little boy any more Jonah, I grew up." I nodded toward the
slight bulge at the appropriate level of the towel.

"Yeah, that seems pretty obvious kiddo and I'm sure it pleases you to no
end." He nodded his head and said that most of the time it did. "Maybe I'll
show you before I leave."

"Then I'll have to show you mine," I retorted. He laughed and said that he
thought that was the idea. I was a tad bit surprised at that statement

Throughout the day Joey stayed physically close to me, found reasons to
touch me. Sometimes it was in making emphasis about something or to get my
attention. Other times it seemed to be done with purpose, once resting his
hand on my ass. Once he hugged me from behind, one of those moments when
people feel they need to be close to someone they care about.

During lunch he asked me if I'd ever been with a boy. I told him that
asking about things like that was kind of personal. He retorted by saying
that he was a personal kind of boy. He went on to inform me that he had
heard that in the Mid East and parts of Asia that men being with boys was
sort of accepted and common and since I'd spent a lot of time in that part
of the world, well, and he let it hang. I elected to not answer the
question, wondering where it was going and even hoping for a specific
direction. Joey gave me a look that said as far as he was concerned not
answering the question was in fact answering it and the answer was yes.

That afternoon we showered again and I was in the bedroom just lounging
when Joey got out, hair wet and messy, a towel draped around his narrow
hips. Like I had that morning I admired his body, the narrow chest defined
by creases between and beneath the pectoral muscles, small nipples
encircled by equally small areolas. His belly was flat but his abs weren't
yet solidly defined and the works sloped gently into his pubic bone. The
towel hung very low on his hips, on the verge of giving up a fuzz shot and
the front pushed out slightly where his young cock hung.

"I'm surprised that towel stays in place Joey," I commented and the boy
laughed, his voice not yet deepening but working on it, and said that he
had lost towels before.

"Usually my hips and my big fat cock keep it in place though." I raised an
eyebrow, the doubting kind although I didn't doubt the kid was being
honest.

"What, you don't believe I have a big fat cock?"

"Well boys and men tend to brag," I told him.

"Yeah, I know. But I'm not." His back to me, Joey reached into his suitcase
and pulled out a pair of green and white striped briefs. He undid his towel
and went about drying his back and I could only imagine his cock swaying in
the wind. He looked over his shoulder and me, gave me a mischievous grin
then lowered the towel until his entire little ass was showing.

"Do you think I have a nice butt Jonah?' he asked. Fuck the kid had a
dynamite ass, the pale globes protruding out from the small of his back,
his dusky cleavage begging to be peeled open to reveal the boy's core. It
was perfect; boy's butts just didn't get any better than Joey's.

"You have an incredible butt Joey," I told him, my voice unnaturally
soft. He thanked me then dropped the towel to the floor, grabbed his
underwear and proceeded to step into them, giving me a slight ball shot as
he did.  Watching a boy stepping into briefs is one of those delightful
things in life, in my humble opinion. Of course, watching a boy step out of
them was right up there on the list of fun things to do also.

Standing up and pulled them into place then went about the process of
arranging himself before turning to face me. Needless to say I looked at
the large bulge, and I mean to say it was large, his shaft stretching out
toward his right hip. And he didn't seem to be inflating either so what I
was looking at was a boy's cock in its default state.

"You may well be right," I said in a slightly husky voice. He got a
quizzical look on his smooth face.

"About what," he asked.

"You may well have a big fat cock." He smiled.

"I told you," his said in a faux indignant tone, his large hazel eyes
twinkling and telling me he was playing with me. He nodded toward the front
of my pale blue briefs and said, "You don't look so small yourself Jonah."
I had started to inflate a little bit in the sexually charged atmosphere
but I simply shrugged my shoulders then he said with a grin,

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," then rubbed at the bulge of his
boyhood pride and joy.

"Maybe later, right now we have a wedding to go to."

"Promise?" he asked and I threw a pillow at him.

"I'll remember that; what you said," as he tossed the pillow back at me.

We went about getting dressed and Joey asked me to help him with his tie. I
stood behind him, both of us with dress shirts on but not slacks. I reached
around him to manipulate the garments so Joey could watch me do it. I was
very cognizant of his ass gently touching the bulge in my briefs. It seemed
that Joey was as well because he added a little bit of pressure.

After I got the tie knotted and in place I undid it and made him do it, all
the while staying behind him with my hands resting gently on his narrow
hips and pressed up to him. Joey got frustrated a few times and in doing so
pressed his ass tighter against my cock. I couldn't help but start loading
up, albeit just a little bit.

Joey finally managed to get the tie knotted, asked how it looked and when
he got approval untied it and did it all again. After watching his deftness
at the start of the exercise, I was pretty sure that he was drawing it out
in order for us to stay in the position we were in. He finally finished
again.

"How does it feel Joey," I asked him. The look he gave me was unmistakable.

"It feels really good Jonah," he said softly and I swear he moved his tight
little ass ever so slightly. My cock by that time was noticeably harder but
again, not anywhere near full flown.

"It seem that you think so too," he said then turned around and melted up
against me, his arms going around my neck. His entire front was pressed
against me and it was clear that the 14 year old was quite hard and of
course he could easily tell that I was on my way to full on tumescence as
well.

"Thanks for helping me Jonah."

"Helping you is always a pleasure sweet boy," I said, reveling in the feel
of our bodies together and somehow knowing that our relationship was most
likely going to move to a different level. There was no way that I could
not. We finished dressing and in that process I managed to get a very brief
glimpse at his raging hard cock straining against the skimpy fabric of his
briefs. I was dying to unwrap the kid and explore his body from stem to
stern.

Joey stayed by my side the entire night and seemed even more attentive that
he had been during the day. I didn't read anything into that but simply put
it off to his needing a male in his life and the fact that we had both
warmed back up to the way our relationship had been before.

After the reception we headed back to the hotel and Joey asked if he could
take another shower.

"You can take as many showers as you want Joey." It was afterwards that he
came out of the bedroom dressed, or un, in as I stated in the beginning of
the story and this time there was no towel covering him up and the t-shirt
he was wearing didn't even come down to the waistband of his skimpy
underwear.

As I said, the pouch of the lime green underwear barely kept the boys stuff
from view, one that I was all but dying to see. He smiled at me then turned
to get a glass of water from the small sink at the bar. The cloth at the
back of the underwear barely covered his crack, an expanse of glorious
flesh exposed on both sides. It was actually hotter seeing him like that
than that afternoon when I'd seen his ass fully exposed. I was sitting in a
large over stuffed arm chair as Joey turned and headed into the room.

"I remember when you used to hold me in that big chair at our house." I
nodded my head and he asked in a quiet voice,

"Am I too big to hold now?" I opened my arms.

"A boy is never too big to be held baby boy." He came to me and climbed
onto my lap and curled up like a cat, his head lying in the crook of my arm
which in turn was lying on the arm rest.

"I used to love it when you called me baby boy. It made me feel so good." I
used my other hand to push the hair from his face and he gently pushed into
my hand, almost like a cat might do. I continued to rub at his smooth face
using the back of my fingers and stared down onto him.

"I like making you feel good Joey."

"You always did," he responded, his eyes open for a moment then closing
again. "You always rubbed my back and shoulders and stuff." Not sure if
that was a clue or not and not caring, I slid my hand up under the t- shirt
and gently ran my hand up and down his back.

"I miss this so much Jonah," he said quietly. "I've missed you so much
sometimes that I cried at night." I leaned down and kissed his forehead, my
heart going out to the boy.

"I'm so sorry Joey, I didn't know. I promise we'll start doing things
together. I've missed you too and I've missed doing all the stuff we used
to do." I continued to rub his back, my hand moving down to the waistband
of his underwear, fingertips sliding beneath the elastic.

"I remember you used to rock me and pat my butt when I was falling sleep."
Another clue? I took it as such and gently patted Joey's ass as well as
rubbed slightly on the firm cheeks. I felt myself getting hard and hoped I
could contain my erection between my legs. I really didn't want Joey to
know how I was responding to the situation and I wasn't sure why
exactly. Was it because I didn't want him to get freaked out or, was it
because I was afraid that he'd want to go further and then what. He was the
son of my best friend after all and even though I might have dreamed of
being sexual with him over the past day, thinking it and doing it were two
different things.

I continued to rub his butt and his back and the boy seemed to almost purr
at the attention. I looked down at his exposed neck, looked at the soft
crook where neck met shoulder.

"Know what else I remember baby boy?" I asked and he said what. For an
answer I leaned my head and put my lips against the soft warm flesh of his
neck and kissed him then nuzzled my lips there. Joey gasped audibly and
moved his hand up to my head to hold me there. I kissed and nuzzled and
even sucked at the soft flesh and Joey moaned in pleasure and I heard a
mumbled,

"Yes." I knew then that it was going to happen and I knew that Joey wanted
it as much as I did. I let my legs open enough for my cock to rise and push
against the boy's hip letting him know that we were on the same page. I
moved my mouth up slightly and breathed in his ear.

"Oh God Jonah," Joey moaned as he turned his lower body into a little more
upright position., his hand pulling me in tighter to his head. I licked at
his ear, took the entire thing into my mouth and sucked it, letting my
tongue explore the sensitive inner part. My hand moved to his front and
moved up to his chest where I rubbed his nipple then tweaked it, bringing
blood to the little nubbin of flesh and hardening it and causing Joey to
gasp even more. I could feel his little heart beating a hundred miles an
hour, a clear indication of what was happening in his young boy's body.

He pulled his head from mine and looked into my eyes, his eyes full of lust
as well as trust, then he raised his head and pressed his lips against mine
and shoved his tongue against my lips. I opened up and allowed his tongue
inside where it met mine and the two pieces of flesh engaged in the time
honored dance. Joey reached up under his shirt and took my hand then moved
it down and pressed it against his fully hardened cock where I
automatically grasped onto his flesh. He inhaled deeply at my touch.  The
boy was definitely his father's son. My fingers slipped in under the fabric
and I felt him for the first time, felt the warm firmness of him and the
soft nest of hair.

I needed the visual; I needed to see the boy so broke off the kiss and
looked down. His cock was pushing at the fabric so I used a couple of
fingers and pulled him out, freeing up his more than respectable young hard
cock. I stroked him, squeezed him, felt his boyhood pride and joy, earning
a gasp as I did it. I let my hand fall away from his cock and move down to
cup his sperm makers through the silky fabric of his underwear then moved
back to his cock once again reveling in the firmness of him.

I looked back down into his face then leaned down and kissed him again, a
mouth open deep throated kiss. When we broke off his mouth went to my neck
where he kissed me, the moved up to my ear where he tugged gently on my ear
lobe with his teeth.

"Love me please Jonah. I need you to love me," he moaned.

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