Date: Tue, 4 Feb 2014 13:18:12 -0800 From: Dylan Adler Subject: Love can be a hard lesson, part 1 Love can be a hard lesson, part 1. A Boys love story (M/b) Dylan Alder dylanra88@gmail.com WARNING: This story contains descriptions of sexual acts involving men and MINOR boys. It is not intended to promote illegal acts against minors, but to demonstrate that men and boys can love each other. The sexual acts described in the story are not encourage to perform with minors. If the subject of man/boy love offends you, if this material is illegal in your place of residence, or if you are under the legal age for such material, do not read further. Copyright 2014 by Dylan Alder. You may freely copy this boy love story and distribute it. Please have the courtesy not to alter it in any way. Love can be a hard lesson, part 1 I'm sitting here in this little room waiting for Danny, the boy I once knew. I arrived an hour early because I was so anxious, but dreading this all at the same time. What's he going to say to me. What am I going to say to him. I know he's been prepped for this meeting, like me. I've been told he wanted to see me. Should I have come? Should I have said no? No, I couldn't have hurt him again. I loved him, worshipped him and absolutely adored him. He was the air I breathed, the reason worth living and I was his. He once cherished the ground I walked on and I his. There was a time we both felt nothing else mattered, that we were both the center of the universe. I loved him and he loved me. But that was a long time ago. He was the son of one of my best friends. I was there when his dad and mom got married. I was there when he was born, when he was circumcised, and when his parents brought him home. Though he wasn't my child I was with him a lot. His parents, my friends, trusted and shared their son with me. I babysat him, played with him, bathed him, dressed him and slept with him. I kissed him goodnight, bandaged his cuts and held him when he was cared. Then when he was six his life started to change and mine with it. His parents became more and more distance, talking to each other less and less. His mother was unhappy and started having problems dealing with her son. Without meaning to I became the go between, between the two parents. A year later Danny's mother moved out. She didn't tell him, didn't say goodbye, just left. She had a secret she couldn't share with anyone, anyone but me that is. Inside she was jealous, jealous of her own son. Jealous of the time her husband spent with him. Jealous of the love he had for him. It got to the point she hated seeing them together, hated seeing her own son, hated him. So she left. I was left with my friend to help try and make sense to a seven year old boy why his mother left and why she didn't say goodbye. Without his mothers help his father was just barely able to cope. He loved his wife and never saw her leaving coming. He knew I knew why and badgered me until I told him what I knew. I should have known that this wouldn't help. Instead of helping all it did was to cause him to start drinking and blame his son for his wife leaving. Over the next year I took care of Danny more and more. If it wasn't for me his dad would have forgotten Danny's eighth birthday. I did a giant party for him and his friends at my house. It was during this party that his dad would ask me if Danny could move in with me. I was shocked, but overjoyed at the same time. I loved him and wanted him happy, but was afraid what Danny might think. We agreed we would leave it up to him. I was surprise and delight that Danny was thrilled with the idea and moved in the following week. It was over the next few months that my feelings towards Danny changed. I was doing all the things a parent would do, but something's that they wouldn't do. I guess my first mistake was when I started letting him sleep with me naked. The second when I started treating him as a equal. I fell into old patterns that I thought I had buried long ago. I wanted so much to be there for him, to take care of him, to love him. But doing that got me here and here is ware I didn't want to be. Over the last ten years I have had a lot of time to think about him and why my attraction towards him was so strong. I can still see him, hear him and feel him and sometimes the pain is more then I can bear. So many times I thought about ending it, but I don't want to hurt anyone else. Trying to explain to people who haven't experience the love and joy a man and a boy can share I have discovered there just isn't away. How can you explain to a none believer there became a time when I couldn't get enough of Danny. That I was miserable when he was gone. Jealous when he was with others and afraid I would lose him. I knew I loved him more then anything in the world and that he loved me in return. I would do anything; say anything, just so I could keep him mine. Why was everything else expendable for the few minutes alone with him? Like the time he came running to me after a weekend with his father and hugged me crying, telling me that he missed me. I cherished those times, can still see, hear and remember everything of that night. How it make me feel? It chilled me to the bone and gave me a feeling of love and absolute peace. Though it happened gradually, my desire for him would become stronger then with anyone else. So quickly did I learn what intrigued him, what he liked. So quickly did he learn what I liked, what I desired. We would walk up the stairs after going into the hot tub, putting on only are shirts and sweat pants. As we neared our room my heart would beat faster as I watched him climb the stairs. Entering our room I would watch as he lifted his shirt over his head as he got ready for bed and our nightly love making. I watched his every move. His stomach as it came exposed, his inner belly button, the six pack he had, his chest that was barely formed. How soft everything looked, hairless, smooth, white and desirable. His face as he looked at me with those big blue eyes. He smiles at me as he drops his shirt to the floor and hooks his fingers into the waist band of his pants. My heart beat quickens, my desire depends as I watch him lower them. My mouth waters as his hairless penis and scrotum appears. I want to run to him and swallow him up, but wait as I watch him drop his pants to the floor and step out of them. He's smiling now from cheek to cheek as he kicks his pants to me before turning around to show me his perfect bottom. The curves, the softness, the beauty he has captures me. I scan down his legs to his perfect feet as I see this completely naked, perfectly formed eight year old boy before me. Droping onto the bed he turns over locking his fingers together before placing them behind his head. Looking him over I can't take it any longer. I have to have him. My penis is so hard I feel like I'm going to blow any second now. I quickly take off my clothes and climb on top of him, kissing up his body till I reach his lips. Looking in his eyes I see love and desire, he wants to be pleased and he wants me to be the one to please him. I think, how am I so lucky to have a boy as sweat and loving as he. Smiling at each other I move down his neck, onto his chest stopping to suck on his nipple. All the time feeling his penis pulse between us. I kiss and tease him, waiting for him to finally break and beg me to take him. I then devourer his penis sucking on all of him, taking not only his penis, but his balls into my mouth. Rubbing his balls I then give his penis everything I have, making him squirm with delight until I bring him to his climax and beyond. After only a few minutes rest I lay him on his side, grab the bottle of baby oil I have beside the bed and oil my penis. Lying behind him I masturbate him while I slowly enter him. Turning his head he kisses me on my lips as I continue to masturbate him and lose ourselves in our sex. I feel my own orgasm building, I can't hold on much longer, but I don't want to cum before he does. His body up against me, his lips on mine, his penis in my hand and mine deep in him. I feel his whole body tenses. I explode inside him as I feel his whole body shake once again from his orgasm. I feel like I could never feel this good again. Like nothing can make you feel this good, this close, this needed, this strong, this wanted or this loved. With him in my arms and me still inside him he's quickly falling asleep. I think, how can this be, how can something that feels so good, so right, be so wrong. Is it because others have never felt this closeness, this greatness. He wiggles lightly and I push the thought aside and focus on the feeling of feeling totally fulfilled. He's sleeping now as he snores lightly, but I still have a strong desire to have more. I slowly move my penis in and out of his bottom. Rubbing his side, his chest and penis. Even in his sleep his penis comes alive again. I kiss his cheek lightly and whisper I love him in his ear. His breathing increases and I know he's going to cum again. His body tenses, he gasps out loud and I cum again. Coming down from my high I see he's still sound asleep, but smiling. So many times I have done this with him and so many times I have asked him if he remembers any of it, which he always says no. He told me once he liked knowing that he could please me even in his sleep, that I could love him anytime. Holding him I too fall asleep. When I reawaken I'm still holding him, were both still naked, but my penis is no longer inside him. It's at these times I wonder again why I do this, why is this the only time I feel completely for filled? How can something so wrong feel so right? How can such love be wrong. This is love? Many would say no, but to me it is. Many would say I'm messed up, that I'm sick. If so why don't I feel that way? Why are my thoughts and feelings so different? Were did I go wrong? Is it because I too had several lovers when I was little. Did that change my perspective on right and wrong, on what I perceive as love. Did Kevin, my lover when I was ten teach me to love and pass on the love I feel to another in our own way? Looking at Danny's naked little body lying in front of me I know this could never be wrong. He looks so sweet, so innocent, so desirable and at peace. Just looking at him, knowing I can have him, I'm hard once again and moving in to start again. My penis slips between his butt cheeks heading for his special spot I love so much. I feel his anus open as my penis enters him. The softness, the tightness. I push until my body meets his buttocks and I can't go any farther. Holding him tightly to me I kiss his cheek as I grab his already hard penis. He moans softly in his sleep as I slowly masturbate him and move in and out of him. His face shows complete desire. I feel his whole body once again convulse as his orgasm comes and I'm only seconds behind him. My pace quickens as I cum inside him again. Spent I kiss his cheek, knowing exactly what my little angle will want in the morning when he wakes up. With that on my mind in minutes I'm asleep again. I'm dreaming now and watching Danny as he lovely sucks on my penis. It seems even in my sleep I can't get enough of him. He looks so cute with my penis in his mouth with those big blue eyes looking up at me. I feel like I'm in heaven, that nothing or know one could make me feel better. I watch and feel as he brings me closer and closer to my breaking point. His small hands grasping me. His small tongue against my shaft is sending shivers throughout my body. Looking into his eyes he smiles around my cock. I inhale deeply as I watch him go back down, but then I hear him speaking to me. How can this be. his mouth is full with my cock and he is still doing amazing things to me. I can feel my orgasm building to release. Suddenly my eyes open. I see Danny lying in front of me smiling ear to ear. He has done what he always does when he wants me awake. He's masturbated me until I have awoken. It's morning and he is ready for his morning feeling. "Can you suck on me please?" he asks with pleading eyes and I quickly melt and say yes. Lying him down onto his back I get between his legs and take his hard penis into my mouth. He is so hard, but his skin is so soft and feels so good. His three and ahalf inch circumcised penis is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. Placing his small hands on top of my head it takes me only a few minutes to make him squeal with delight. His dry orgasms are strong and I watch as this one rocks through him. I wait as I slowly kiss his penis because I know once he comes down from his natural high I will be rewarded. He then says what I have been waiting for. "Will you make love to me?" I want to scream with delight. I love hearing him ask me that. The look he is giving me, the sound of his voice touches me in ways I can't explain. We save this potion for only this special time, when he asks me to make love to him. It's the only time I will put my penis into him this way. He pulls his knee's back exposing his love tunnel to me as I climb on top of him. Putting my penis at his opening I lightly push the head in. Face to face we kiss as I slip my penis inside him deeper. I feel him lock his ankles over my back as his arms go around my neck. I do everything I can do to keep my trust slow and genital while our tongues do battle inside our mouths. He's squeezing me so tightly as he cums again. I then explode inside him as his whole body shakes as his orgasm goes on and on. Laying down on top of him our breathing slows. Looking into his eyes he tells me he loves me. Kissing his cheek I tell him I love him too. I'm brought back to reality by the woman who escorted me to this room. She says I look a little pale and asks me how I am doing? I tell her I'm fine that I just want this meeting to start because the suspense is killing me. "Well you have only been here twenty minutes", she says, "You still have forty minutes to wait." "Is that all?" I feel like I have been here for hours." I reply. She leaves me to my thoughts and again my mind wonders back in time and I once again try to think how, were and when this all started. Why do I have this deep desire for young boys, or was it just Danny. Was it just seeing him naked. Was it the first night he slept naked with me. Maybe it was the first time I realized I could have him. Even when I bathed him when he was three, I remember wanting him. When I think about it and I am honest with myself I know it was long before him. I desired young boys, even some older ones long before he was born. I was able to put it to the back of my mind for a while, but it was always there. Maybe it was the relationship I had with Kevin when I was ten or all the quick flings I had with my friends as I grew up. Jeff, Jason, Ryan, Scott, Randy and his brother Rick, Jeremy and his cousin Dale. Mike and my cousin Darren, Timmy, Tommy and a few I can't even remember their names and of course my longest relationship as a child, my best friend, Chris. From the age of six when I met him until the tragedy when we were ten that broke us up I loved him more then my own life. For years we were inseparable. We enjoyed each other and taught each other about love. Wait that's not right either, I taught him. It started for me years before I met Chris. In fact I can't tell you when it exactly started. I can only tell you the first time I remember having sex with someone. I was around three and that was with my grandfather. Even today I don't know if I should love him or hate him for it. If it wasn't for him I would never have had Darren's, Chris's, Kevin's, Timmy's or Danny's love. I would never have wanted them, desired them and loved them. Though I wouldn't be here either waiting to try and explain to a young man why I crossed societies boundary's, why I desired him so much as a child. It's just so hard to decide what is right, but I know I surely wouldn't want to give up those times. I can still remember all of them. Most were great, a few were good, one was terrifying. Most times I was the initiator. Though a few I wasn't and one I now know I was raped, though it took years for me to realise that. They all had special meaning to me though. They all shaped me in different ways. Most I wouldn't give up for the world. A few I would and one I wish never happened. It was my grandfather who got me curious and hooked on sex. My friend Tommy I think is the one who got me hooked on boys and my older cousin Darren started me down the path of love. That's the part I like to remember. Where happiness, desire and love come together. When Darren showed me that there could be a connection between sex and love . Darren was a lot older then me, but showed me a boy could love another boy. It all started when my mom invited our thirteen year old cousin Darren to stay the night. We had spent a lot of time together ever since I was born. Even though we were seven years apart we always got along good. I had always liked Darren, he was good to me and didn't treat me like a baby. I guess you can say I idolized him. I loved being around him. He could relax me just by talking. Goose bumps would cover my body and chills went through me if he touched me. Oh how I loved to be near him. Though I didn't know it then, I had a crush on him, my first love. That night Darren slept in my room. My bed was a twin size race car bed so there was just barely enough room for the two of us. I was unprepared for the intense feels that went through me as Darren snuggled up against me from behind. Though we were both in pajamas I couldn't help but moan out loud when he wrapped his arms around me and the feeling of his penis up against my bottom. My whole body started to tremble and I didn't know why. "Are you cold?", Darren asked with concern in his voice. I shook my head no. "Then why are you shivering?", Darren asked. "I don't know." I said as my pulse and breathing started quickening and the familiar hardening of my penis. I couldn't understand why this was happening to me. The intense situation brought back memories of the times with my grandfather and my friend Tommy. Tommy and I were the same age and had the same babysitter. A month ago we ended up in the bathroom together. Seeing his penis for the first time made mine instantly hard. I had this over whelming feeling, desire to touch him, to kiss him, to kiss his penis. I so wanted to do to him what my grandfather had done to me. I wanted to put his penis in my mouth, I wanted to suck him, but I didn't. I didn't have the courage. Now all those same feelings came rushing back to me. My penis was as hard as it had ever been. I couldn't figure it out. Darren hadn't touched my penis. The feelings going through me were overwhelming and I started losing control of my body. My body went on auto pilot trying to for fill the desires it had. My bottom started moving all by it's self as I started to hump myself. The moans that kept escaping from me and my moments did not go unnoticed by Darren, he responded by saying, "Oh?, you want me to help?" I was already nearing my dry orgasm so I couldn't respond. I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming when I felt his hand touch my tummy and start heading towards my penis. My dry orgasm exploded when Darren's hand went under my pajama bottoms and touched my penis. Throwing my chest out I was unable to hold it in any longer and I screamed as I came. I was still trying to calm down when my mother opened my door and asked if I was okay. Being unable to speak Darren told her we were just playing and that I got carried away. "Alright, but it's getting late, you two go to sleep okay, goodnight", she said and left. "Once I get my rocks off we will", Darren whispered in my ear. Darren waisted no time. I was still trying to catch my breath when I felt his hands on my waist then my pajama bottoms being lowered. "Now I'm going to masturbate you while I put my dick between your legs. If you orgasm again be quiet this time. We don't want your mom coming in again, do we?" he said. I managed to shake my head no, then I felt the familiar sensation of his penis moving between my legs. Darren took hold of my small, but still hard penis and started to masturbate me. I was once again lost in the feelings he was giving me. I could feel every move he made as his penis moved in and out between my legs. He rubbed me faster and faster as he humped me. I started moaning to his rhythm. "Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha,", I said as his rhythm got faster and faster. He was masturbating me so fast and so hard it was starting to hurt as well as feel good. I felt his body start to twitch as his thin cum shoot out of his penis. It was transparent, but cum none the less. I came at the same time moving my little ass with each of his thrust. When he was done he brought his hand up to my mouth and stuck his palm against my lips. "Lick my hand, eat my cum you little sex starved maniac", he said. Licking his hand I licked all his cum off of it. I couldn't believe how good he tasted. Feeling exhausted I rolled over facing him and snuggled up against him. "You came twice, didn't you?", he asked and I nodded my head yes. "This wasn't your first time, was it?" I shook my head no. "Who else have you done it with?" "You won't tell anyone?" I asked. "Come on, you know me better then that." With Darren's reassurance I told him everyone I had done it with. "Dam kid you've got it bad." he said. "You won't tell?" "No, I wont tell", he said. Looking up at him I kissed his cheek. "I love you Darren", I said. "Your a little sweetheart aren't you," he said rubbing my face "I just never saw it before. I love you too, now go to sleep." Snuggling back up against his chest I felt him kiss me on the forehead before I fell asleep. Darren woke me early the next morning by rubbing my cheek. "Hey, come on little guy, wake up", he said. Opening my eyes I saw it was still dark outside the only light was coming from my Mickey Mouse night light. So I closed my eyes again. "Come on keep your eyes open", he said. "But why? It's still dark out." I said. "This is why", he said taking my limp penis in his hand and started rubbing me. My erection came on almost at once. I was just starting to come alive when he pushed me onto my back, pulled the front of my pajama bottoms down and took my now hard penis in his mouth. Now I was wide awake and started moaning in pleasure. The pleasure built stronger and stronger as Darren serviced my little penis in his mouth. I wiggled so much I wiggled completely out of my pajama bottoms. I didn't remember it feeling this good before and started moving my hips to meet his mouth. When Darren's finger touched my boy hole I came. I started to scream as my orgasm hit, but Darren was ready this time. He quickly covered my mouth with his other hand as I came. "How was that?" he asked. "Great." I replied. "Good, now it's your turn to do me", he said and laid down on his back next to me. I had just dreamed that night about sucking his penis so I was so excited to try. Jumping between his legs I pulled down the front of his pajamas. Though he had his penis between my legs the night before this was the first time I had seen it. He was circumcised like me, and looked to be about four to five inches long and about as big around as a hot dog. That was how my six year old mind saw it. Taking him in my mouth I had no problem taking all of him. When my nose touch the bottom I felt the little hairs at the base that must have just started coming in. I started to bob my head up and down his shaft running my tongue around, feeling every part of him. I was loving every minute of him inside me and I didn't want it to end. I was hoping he wouldn't cum, but all to soon he did. He was moving his hips up and down when I felt his cum blast out of his penis and hit the back of my throat. He didn't have a lot so it was easy for me to swallow it. I kept sucking him until he made me stop. He pulled me up onto his chest and gave me a deep kiss on my lips. Laying on his chest I snuggled into him and was soon back to sleep. The next thing I knew my mom was shaking me awake. Luckily Darren had pulled the covers over us because I quickly realized I was still completely naked and lying on top of Darren. "I was wondering how the two of you were going to sleep in this little bed, but I guess you found away. Now get up and get dressed I have to have Darren home by nine", and she left my room. I didn't think anything of it at the time seeing the camera in my mothers hands. It would be weeks later that she would show me that she took a picture of me sleeping on top of Darren. She never knew I was naked under those cover and Darren's bottoms were still down too. As we got dressed Darren and I talked, mostly how we were going to get together again. He told me it was going to be hard since I was moving and we were going to be more then three hours away and he was right. After that day I wouldn't see him again until I was nineteen. A week later we moved. It was here at my new home that I met Chris when we were six. I was outside playing in a big pile of dirt with my trucks when a boy came up behind me and asked if he could play too. Turning around there stood one of the cutes boys I had ever seen. Chris was four months older then me with blond hair and bright blue eyes. A few years later me and a lot of others would tell him he could have been a stand in for Ricky Schroder. He had the same hair cut and round face. Chris was dressed in shorts and tee shirt and when he talked his voice sang to me. "I said, can I play too? Chris asked a again. Snapping out of it I nodded my head yes. "My name is Chris. What's yours?" "Dylan." I managed to say. "Hi, so which trucks can I play with?' I didn't answer right away. I was transfixed by him. I couldn't help but stare at him. He was just so beautiful even to a little boy like me. I was told by many I was a cute boy, but I was the ugly duckling when I was with Chris. When he tilted his head slightly to the side it snapped me back to reality. "Oh, oh. sorry, Hi, yea, any you like.' I said. We played in the pile of dirt for hours and became instant friends. As we played I couldn't help but wonder what he looked like without clothes on and I told myself that I was going too find out. Comments to: Dylan Alder dylanra88@gmail.com