Date: Sat, 21 May 2022 01:15:18 +0200 (CEST)
From: bquinn2021@tutanota.com
Subject: Mark-and-Donny-Part 1 (Adult Youth)

Chapter 1 -- Reacquainting ourselves

All I did was answer the LinkedIn message from him, and here we are
enjoying a morning of renewed love making. He is Donny, and 55 years old
now. The good part for me, is he still has a young boy body. It surprised
me how his body has not aged in the past 23 years since we last made
love. The last night we spent together, he was 32 and looked the slender
15 or 16-year-old teenager I originally met. I loved his boy body then
and he still had the smooth slim body of the teenage boy I fondly
remembered. The only difference today is the silver mixed into his short
hair.

We had gone upstairs where we fell back into our routine. I tied him
naked to the bed posts. The warm olive oil soaked my hands as I caressed
his exposed spread-eagled body. I was definitely more mature now as was
he, yet I could still see and feel his smooth hairless teenage boy skin.
Also, he was much more passionate in his love making now. Age does that
to a man, I guess.

We continued from where we left off as if there was no 23-year delay. He
still pulled against his binding pretending to struggle with the ropes
which ended with his eventual raping by the bad man. If anything, he
played the part better now than when he was younger. As usual, I tied him
face up at first, so I could have free play with his naked torso and
loins. Then, when he was retied face down, I would oil up his back and
bum as I did those so many years ago. Eventually I would loosen his ankle
bindings, so I could slide his knees under his hips. This forced his butt
into the air where I could molest his rosebud with my tongue and lips. He
loved my tongue penetrating his most sacred spot as he regularly asked me
to do this to him when he was younger. This time he responded different
from all the older times. He had a passionate murmur that resonated
through his torso. As I slid face up under his hips to swallow his same
size boy cock, I penetrated his rectum with one, two than three
well-oiled fingers. His moaning continued to vibrate through his torso.
He did this when he was younger but his passion was definitely greater
from age. His ejaculation was more volume now and stronger flavored;
again, age-related I think. His copious eruption spilled down my chin
onto my neck and chest. Swallowing as much as I could, I slid out from
beneath him then moving into position I forced my cock up his love chute.
I could tell he still loved my cock as he moaned out loud as once again,
I pumped full length into him. He purred when he was fully impaled. I
paused, before sliding my cock almost all the way out. He moaned again as
I rammed it back inside him.

Re-oiling my hands, I slid them around his still slender waist and
smoothed over his taut stomach. My fingers stopped as they surrounded his
semi hard cock. Quickly I brought him back to full power as I stroked his
cock while fucking his ass. As usual, when he came the second time, his
sphincter pinched my cock hard, sending me over the top. After I shot
five strong volleys deep into his anal cavity, I collapsed on top of his
well-oiled back.

Both of us lay exhausted after our incredible orgasms, I removed his ball
gag and untied his limbs. Lying in each other's arms, we began
reminiscing the great times we had together in our younger days.

"You're getting old, old man" he said as he patted my belly.

"It didn't seem to bother you" I replied. "You still look and feel
like the 15-year-old boy I made loved to so many years before" I added.

"Uhuh" he quietly moaned.

"Can you spend the day?" I inquired.

"For a while" he said "but I'd like go downstairs and talk first. Do
you still make that great tea?" he inquired.

"Of course."

"I miss the tea almost as much as being tied to your bed and, by the
way, I so hope you want to do that again because I sure do."

"Good" I replied as we climbed out of bed naked and went downstairs.

                                                     ***************

It was a warm summer day yet cool enough to make our nakedness
comfortable. We talked while the tea steeped catching up on old times. I
noticed we were snuggly wrapped around each other on the sofa as we used
to do those so many years ago. Finally, I asked why he called after 23
years knowing there was more to the story than just wanting to have a
romp in the sack.

Donny paused as if it was a long story that needed to be explained
carefully. He began by saying his wife and he had been divorced for two
years now and how he was limited to seeing his sons every other weekend;
they are 17 and 13.

"The concern I have is with my 13-year-old, Trevor" Donny began.
"I've been somewhat concerned about him since he turned 11." He paused
and took a sip of this tea. "He had become much more secretive and
didn't want to be around me as much as when he was little. More so, I
guess, than before his mother and I split. He just didn't want anyone
knowing his business, which concerned me. Because of his age and puberty
starting, I thought I better do a little detective work on my own as his
unusual behavior was increasing."

"Well, you know I've been in the IT business ever since I graduated so
I decided to do a little checking on his internet usage just after he
turned 12. Well, was I ever glad I did? I found out he was looking at a
lot of gay porn on his computer. It didn't bother me that he was looking
at gay porn; his sexual proclivity I thought was typical for a boy of his
age, but it did bother me that he was focused on older men having sex
with younger boys. The picture sites he viewed were primarily Yaoi and
Manga. He hadn't learned to delete his history yet. I guess he couldn't
get the real pictures, so he went to a large number of these sites. Yaoi
and Manga are usually Japanese sites where you can find images or mostly
drawings of boys having sex with other boys but often, they are involved
with older men" Donny explained even though I had already explored all
those sites and more. "It was a little after that that I discovered he
went to sites where boys were being tied up by men and raped. The latest
sites he's been visiting are of 3D images of much older men involved
with young boys being kidnapped. Many of the scenarios involved the boys
being tied up, tortured and raped. That's when I started to panic."

"I was about to talk to him when I found a blog site he visited. He was
pretty good at concealing his identity and his age, but he let it slip a
number of times how he wanted to have sex with an older man." Donny
paused again to take another sip. I could tell he was upset about what
his son was doing.

"Well, finally a man gained his confidence and Trevor sent him some nude
pics he took of himself. I saw the images and he was in a sexually
excited state in the first few, then there were three of him
masturbating. The last blog image was of his cum puddled on his belly. I
never really got turned on by boys myself, as that is your area of
expertise, however I must say for a thirteen-year-old boy, he is quite
the looker." He finished his tea, then I refilled his cup. "I wonder if
that is how I looked to you when we first started?" he thought out loud.

"If you're asking if I lusted after you, then yes I did" I explained.
"But I never forced myself on you. What I chose to do was what we chose
to do `together' I emphasized with my fingers as quotation marks. Do
you think otherwise" I asked responding a little defensively?

"No, of course not, I know I was just as much a willing participant as
you in our relationship. I may have even encouraged you to go further
than you were willing to go" he added. "What I meant was, when I was
his age, I probably looked to you as he now looks to the predator he's
talking to on the internet." Donny paused to recollect where he left off
his story.

"Well because of that I began checking his computer each day for his net
surfing both from his mother's place as well as mine." Donny ever so
slightly began to fidget on the sofa. As we were both still naked, he
wrapped his hand around my erect cock and continued with his story.
"Trevor started to confide with this man and finally decided to meet
with him. I was beside myself as I was reading it and discovered they set
a time for the following Thursday after school. They agreed to meet at
the mall for coffee. Needless to say, the man was all over it. Telling my
son what time and asking him what he would be wearing. Trevor gave him
all the information he wanted and closed off the conversation. I was
panicking when it was the next day! What was I going to do? I didn't
want him to know I was spying on him, yet I couldn't let him meet this
pedophile. I didn't want to involve the police so I decided I would
confront the man." He removed his hand from my cock and reached for the
towel to wipe his brow. He was visibly perspiring now. I was also happy
because I thought he was going to pinch my cock off as he didn't even
notice how tightly he was gripping me.

"Well, I arrived an hour before they were to meet and sat down where I
could watch without being noticed. It was in the food fair, so I ordered
a cup of tea while I waited for Trevor to arrive. I had no idea what the
man looked like, so I tried to watch every man who was there. About 15
minutes before Trevor showed up a very rough looking man sat on the outer
edge of the food fair. I was sure it would be him and sure enough when
Trevor arrived, the man got up and moved over to him. I could tell the
man was quite nervous as he was glancing around everywhere; probably
worried that the cops would show up." Donny glanced at me with a grave
expression on his face, took a deep breath and continued.

"Mark, I was scared shitless and didn't know what I was going to do. At
first, I thought I would let them talk and hopefully the man would leave
and give him a little scare but as their conversation continued, I could
see Trevor becoming more relaxed and smiling as he chatted to him. When
it looked like they were going to get up and leave, I couldn't wait any
longer. I stood up and marched straight over to the man. I said, `what
are you talking to my son about?'

Thank God the man cowered. He pushed himself way from the table and
turned and hightailed it out of there. Needless to say; Trevor was
furious with me. He tried to run but I grabbed him and held on." I could
see tears in Donny's eyes now.

"I asked him not to leave, saying I was sorry for stopping his meeting
with his friend." Mark, he wouldn't speak to me let alone look at me.
Finally, I let go of him and asked him if he would go for a ride with me.
After a silent moment, he looked at me. I said, "let's go" and
thankfully he followed.

"My goodness Donny, you must have been beside yourself with worry. What
if you hadn't stumbled upon his blog, who knows what, may have
happened?" I expressed my concern.

"My thoughts exactly" Donny reflected. "Well, we took a drive to the
beach where we used to go to when he was younger. I told him that I
stumbled upon his surfing history after he had visited me one weekend and
grew concerned. It was partially right" Donny added to me weakly. "I
told him if he went with that man, he may never have seen his brother,
mother or me again. We would have been distraught and filled full of
sorrow if that happened. He could have been raped, sold as a sex slave,
or killed. In my panic while we drove, he started to cry. I pulled the
car over and hugged him. He sobbed like the little boy he used to be then
promised he wouldn't meet with the man again."

"He asked if I thought he was gay."

"I told him I was pretty sure he was gay, and felt that way since he was
eleven. When he looked at me, I explained how I notice him looking at men
instead of women when we were at the pool and how one time, I saw him
surfing a gay website. I also told him that because he looked at these
sites, it didn't really mean he was gay."

"Mark, he looked me straight in the eye and said `Dad, I'm gay!' He
added he always wanted to do stuff with men, not girls for as long as he
could remember. His eyes were on the floor, and he was weeping as he told
me this."

"Oh, the poor boy" I sympathized with Donny.

Donny continued, "I told Trevor, I want him to know something. I told
him I too went to a man just like he was about to do. The difference was
I was 15 even though I was actually 14 when we met. I said there was a
big difference having just turned 13 and 15. I explained that I had more
time to understand myself, which was somewhat true."

"You told me you were fifteen, almost sixteen when we started our
relationship you bugger. I thought you were telling the truth. You always
looked younger than your age." I complained.

Donny smiled at me then added "I'm sorry Mark but I told him about us.
I never told him your name or any details, but I also added by the looks
of the images he's been looking at on the computer, his tastes in men
were much older than mine where you were in your early thirties when we
met. Trevor of course didn't believe me at first. He said, `don't lie
to me'. I told him I wasn't lying and that I could prove it. Trevor
went silent for a few seconds then said, `I would have never guessed
you'd have gone to bed with another man' and we both chuckled a
little."

"That's why I called you Mark. In order to prove to my son that I had a
gay lover when I was younger, I'm hoping to introduce you to him."
Donny paused now for it to sink in. "I'm hoping you will talk to my son
Mark. He is very cute, and I know you would like him."

"What are you saying Donny?" I tentatively asked. I wasn't sure I
understood exactly what he wanted from me. He couldn't possibly be
thinking I would...

"Well, I know you like boys, and you were as gentle as a lamb with me
when we started our relationship" he looked at me pleadingly.

"Are you asking me to be your son's boyfriend, or I guess, old man
friend? No, don't answer that, you didn't answer my first question.
What are you asking of me?" I repeated with stark surprise.

"First I would like you to talk to him. Answer any of his questions. Be
his friend and confidant. And yes, if he wants to, I hope you will be his
lover. I know you. I trust you. Never once during all the times we were
together, did you ever hurt me. And Mark, I trust you with my son because
if Trevor decided he didn't want to go down the sexual path with you, I
know you would respect that" he finished.

"Are you sure he likes older men because this is an older man package
here" I ran my hand over my older body and larger than it used to be
belly.

"I think you are exactly what he is looking for" he replied with a weak
smile.

"Well, I would never have thought how my life would change when you
walked into my store those many years ago."

After pausing in thought, I interrupted his response by saying "Before I
answer anything, how about we go to bed and see what pops up?". This
time Donny rose first and reaching for my hand, he led me into the
bedroom.


Thanks for reading my first chapter. I already have 8 chapters
written and will submit them after editing. Comments and suggestions are
always welcome. email: bquinn2021@tutanota.com