Date: Tue, 28 Jun 2022 10:52:57 +0200 (CEST)
From: Quinton Brock <bquinn2021@tutanota.com>
Subject: Mark and Donny Chapter 6  (Gay - Adult Youth)

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Chapter 6 Our Sexual Discussion

I awoke first. To me, Donny looked like an angel as he purred like a cat
as he slept. I was lying on my side with my face looking at this
beautiful boy as he peacefully slept.

Observing him as if for the first time, I noticed how young he looked for
his age, 14 years old I know now and 15 I thought back then, but he
really looked 12 maybe 13. This made me question what I was doing with
such a young impressionable boy.

Was I forcing myself on him? Did he feel that he had to comply with my
wishes? I didn't know what to do. I felt guilty. I knew I liked being
with him and maybe I was in love with him, if not was I simply lusting
after his youth. Was he actually in love with my older body, being 30
years old and supposedly more mature? All of these questions were
bouncing around my head when he opened his eyes and smiled at me.
Instantly, all my thoughts faded into the background, however, only to
resurface a few minutes later.

"What are you looking at?" he asked.

"An angel who decided to spend some time with me" I answered.

"I'm not an angel" he replied as he squirmed under by searching eyes.
"I feel so lucky to have met you..." he finished again smiling.

"Why" I asked?

"Why?" he gave me a questioning look. When he realized I was looking
for an answer, he rose to a sitting position and towered over me in this
position, as I was still lying in the bed.

Staring directly into my eyes, he said with emphasis "because I want to
spend time with a gorgeous man who is not afraid to touch my naked body,
someone who understands where I'm coming from, someone who is willing to
take me to places where I never knew before but always, deep down knew I
wanted to go..." he proudly finished.

"And my beautiful boy, that is what concerns me. How am I supposed to
know I'm not leading you to a very disturbing place where one day you
will wake up and ask; Why did I let this man rape me?"

I must have looked very concerned to him because tears quickly formed in
his eyes.

"I would never do that" he protested. "Don't you want me to be with
you?" he begged.

"Whoa Sport" I rose to console him. "I love spending time with you,
but I'm concerned that you are doing this because you think you must or
that I'll disappear if you don't. Are you?"

"I'm not" he cried as the tears began flowing down his beautiful
cheeks. "I would never do anything I didn't want to, and I know you
would never force me to do something I didn't want to do, just like you
told me earlier. `I'll say if I don't want to do it' and I'm sorry
that I may have asked you to do more than you were willing. I shouldn't
have wrecked it for us. I'm such as idiot!" he exclaimed.

I didn't know what to do so wrapped him in my arms trying to sooth him.

After he calmed down, I wanted to check out the damage I may have caused
to his body. "Let me look at you?" I asked.

I laid him back on the bed to inspect him. His stomach and nipples were
still a little red from my pinches and slaps but with more concern, I
could still see some of my finger marks imbedded on the skin of his
abdomen. I cringed when I saw that.

I started rolling him over, so he turned onto his stomach. His back and
legs looked fine, but his bum was still pink, again with some visible
finger marks.

"Does your bum hurt?"

"No" he quickly blurted out.

Rolling him onto his back again, I asked "What about this?" as I rested
my palm lightly on his pink belly.

"Well, that still stings a little but nothing I can't handle and
remember, I told you to hit me harder," then added "many times too..."

Thinking long and hard, I asked "can we continue what we have without
the pain? I mean, I know you like it as your cock and vocal noises
certainly said you did but" I paused "can we continue without the
pain?" I pleaded.

"Mark, the pain was what I wanted, and it didn't bother me. Besides, it
gave me the greatest orgasm ever and after, when I rolled into your arms,
I wanted to do and more with you even though it kind of scared me" This
time he paused "But I see now that it's something that hurts you to do,
and I'm willing to give that part up so we can continue to be together.
Maybe we can try it again when I'm older."

"Thanks, I often forget how old you really are because of some of the
mature words that come out of your mouth. But you're right, it's not
that I didn't like it, it's just I'm afraid where it may end up." I
wanted to be very careful with my words.

"I found when I was slapping your belly, I wanted to hit your stomach
harder and that scared me. I don't think I need to give pain as much as
you need to receive it but maybe we can come to an agreement where, and
like you said; we can revisit this if both of us are willing to pursue it
sometime in the future. I'm sorry Donny, I'm just not ready now..."

"I'm sorry" the poor boy cried and pushed his face into my chest. "I
won't ask you to do that again, ever."

"Well, as a wise man once told me, `Never say never' I said with a
smile.

Wanting to move away from this heavy topic I asked, "Donny, why do you
want to have sex with me. In case you haven't noticed, I'm older than
you are."

 "I don't know" he began. "Maybe because you are sexy, a great guy to
get sexy with and you have a hot body which I love. Or that if I outed
myself to someone my own age, I may end up being labeled as gay. I'm
don't need that added to my already complex teenage life."

"Do you feel forced to do anything uncomfortable with me?" I asked.

"No!" he exclaimed almost in a panicky voice. "Don't you want to fuck
me anymore?" he almost shouted. "Because I want to suck your cock! I
want to have you cum in my mouth because I like how it feels and tastes.
Your cock and cum make me want to suck it all day and I love it when you
suck my cock."

He stopped to take a deep breath. "I demand that you tie me to the bed
and fuck me right now!' he stated emphatically. "I want you to play
with my nipples, oil up my ribs and rub your cock against my belly
because if you won't do it, I'll find some other guy who will." If he
could stamp his foot, he would have for emphasis.

"And that man may not want to know my `safe' word, but I won't care
because I want to feel what we do in bed. Besides, you didn't tell me
you wanted to torture me, I told you that" he finished holding his
breath.

"Take a breath my love" I tried to calm him down.

"I know I'm safe with you and don't want to have sex with anyone else
unless you tell me you don't want to have sex with me anymore" he
added.

Finally, he had unloaded all his anxieties about us no longer being
together. Donny stopped talking. He stared directly into my eyes waiting
for me to reply.

I could tell what he was thinking, and I was surprised at how hard he
held my gaze waiting for my response. I thought he was thinking I was
going to leave him.

"Wow, you really want to share your body with me" he was nodding his
head as I said this.

"You think!" he blurted out.

"I'm sorry I caused you so much pain in thinking I was about to say I
can't go ahead any longer, so please don't panic because I do want to
continue sharing what we have together. I just want to be certain you
knew that."

"I do" he whispered.

"Donny, my love, it is and always will be your decision to continue or
stop what we are doing. It is entirely yours and as long as you want to
continue doing what we are doing, I want you to know, I'm willing to be
a part of that." Little did I know we would still be together 40 years
later.

Instantly he flew into my arms his chest pressed firmly against mine, his
legs wrapped around my waist, his sobs vibrating through my neck into my
chest. We held each other for quite some time before I finally was able
to pry him away and give him a kiss on his swollen lips.

"I will ask one thing we do though" I added.

He leaned back, smiled, then leaned in and kissed me. "What?" he asked
with excitement in his voice.

"I don't want you to say, `you want me to fuck you' I paused, "I
want you to say you want me to make love to you. Are willing to do
that?" I asked.

"Mark" he paused for emphasis. "Will you make love to me right now,
please?" he begged without removing the smile from his face. I gave him
a gigantic bear hug and rolled on top of him beginning to kiss my way
down his very smooth chest.
                                            ******
Donny and I seemed to come to an understanding that day, he crushed
himself to me and we made passionate love for many more weeks. I knew he
wanted more but both of us accepted our current reality.

It was a couple of Wednesday's later when I revisited the idea of having
him model for me again. He was instantly up for the opportunity and asked
if it would include him modeling nude.

I said it would, so we discussed different scenario's and after a long
collaboration, decided to do a day trip the following Sunday and hike a
local mountain.

I had hiked this area year's earlier and knew of a great spot for a
photo shoot. On Sunday, it took us less than an hour to get to our
parking spot to begin our hike.

It was a warm spring morning and although Donny was dressed for the
weather, he quickly started to shed clothes as he warmed up. We hiked for
about half an hour when I announced we were going to leave the trail to
my secret spot.

It wasn't long before the forest opened to a large meadow with a few
sparsely placed maple trees and some large, rounded boulders rising three
feet above the grass. The boulders were about ten to fifteen feet in
diameter and had a smooth surface, I assumed they were smooth from water
running many years ago. There was no running water now however, as the
sun was baking them toasty warm.

"Stand in front of that rock" I instructed, nodding to the nearest
boulder. Instantly, Donny moved into position. During the hike, Donny had
removed his jacket and sweater, so he stood with them slung over his arm
and his free hand was resting on his hip. My camera started clicking.

"Just relax, smile and look directly at the camera" I instructed. I was
shooting color slide film this time. I forgot how comfortable he was in
front of the camera. The jacket and sweater were dropped on the ground,
soon followed by his shirt. In the sunlight, as we were mostly in my
bedroom previously, I noticed his tan from the summer before, was still
there.

"When do you tan?" I asked.

"All the time" was his response. "Why?"

"I hadn't noticed it at my place, but I could see it here in the
sunlight."

"We have a roof patio at home that is nicely sheltered, so I go there
whenever I get a chance. My sister never uses it, and my parents never go
up there and they don't care what I do, so I suntan there. It's too bad
you can't come over because it would be a great place to fuck" he
finished.

"So, I gather you tan in the nude?"

"Most of the time" he smiled.

All through this discussion my camera was clicking. "Ok, boots and socks
now" I continued as I changed film.

"I like the feel of the moss on my bare feet" he began.

"Good now get rid of your pants and underwear, if you have any on" I
added as an afterthought.

Raising his eyebrows and smiling wickedly at me, he yanked his remaining
clothes off and proudly flashed his erection to the camera. Standing
there in the spring sunlight, his naked form was perfection in my mind's
eye.

When I looked at him, my eyes fell upon his soft boyish face, then
smoothly lowered to solid square shoulders, down a slender, almost
chiseled torso, then his firm flat abdomen . His lower stomach `V'
brought my, and the cameras eyes, to his erect cock and below his
beautiful penis was his nicely packaged boy balls followed by firm thighs
which were supported by shapely calves and small feet. He was a feast to
behold.

Taking a moment to cool down, I searched through my backpack, quickly
locating the tie-dyed Speedo. Tossing it to him I said "slip these and
your shorts back on."

It was fun to watch him swivel his hips, as he tried to squeeze into the
small Speedo. After popping his erection under the sparse material, I
photographed him adjusting his package and butt into a comfortable
position.

Once the shorts were zipped, I had him continue various poses until it
was time to expose the Speedo.

"Okay, undo the snap." He did as I asked.

"Slowly pull your zipper down." The camera clicked several times.

"Don't move while I change film again"

"Okay" he replied and froze his motion, pretending to be a statue.

Wanting to see how long he could freeze his position, but wanting more to
photograph him in his Speedo, I relented and said "okay, grab the waist
of your shorts.

Smiling, he unfroze himself and grabbed his waistband then waited for
further instructions.

"Okay, slowly lower your shorts."

The camera clicked as his Speedo was revealed. We ran through numerous
poses until I ran out if film again.

"I have to reload again" I stated.

"I like the Speedo" he said, while caressing his boyhood through the
material. "It's nice and smooth."

"Just like the boy inside it" I replied. "I want you to climb onto the
rock"

"It's nice and warm" he said as he patted the boulder.

"That's what I was hoping for"

Looking over his shoulder, he inquired "what do you want me to do?"

"I want you to lie face up on it and spread your arms out" I directed.

As soon as he was spread out, the camera took over. It was snapping away
as if it had a mind of its own. When I said move this way or that, he
immediately responded. Like I said earlier, he was a natural.

After two more rolls of 36 exposure Ekta chrome were shot off, I said
we're done shooting. He looked disappointed.

"I didn't say we were finished" I added.

I reached into my backpack withdrawing a bag containing ropes and pegs.

"Stay in position" I commanded. He remained spread-eagled on the large
rock, face up with his chest heaving in anticipation of what was to come.

I set the video camera on the tripod and set up the remote. It was a
large, convoluted piece of equipment but state of the art at the time. It
certainly worked for me, recording his and my naked bodies in VHS.

After pegging the spikes into the ground, I pulled the cuffs from the bag
and attached them to each wrist and ankle.

The ropes were secured to his limbs then he was stretched out on top of
the boulder.

The camera was already running and recorded everything from then on. With
the remote, I was able to zoom in and out, recording all the action,
including each spasm of his cock when he ejaculated and when I was
pumping his butt. I also took time to grab the camera and shoot off
another roll of slide film when time permitted.

I played freely with his body for a few of hours and brought him to
orgasm three times that afternoon. I sucked him off twice and masturbated
him to a climax once when I made love to his bound body.

I had to change the VHS once as it only lasted two hours. Looking back, I
wished we had today's technology with its much higher resolution.

Donny was a very tired boy and slept most of the way on the drive home. I
had to take him to my place first so he could shower and wash the smell
of sex off his body.

From then on, with BDSM long behind us, it was hikes into the hillside
for sexual adventure every sunny Sunday. I think many people still see
his Speedo shots on the internet with many asking to see the nudes.
Unfortunately for them, they were never uploaded.

Donny and I had a regular routine going until he was eighteen when he
left for university. During that time I photographed him countless times,
mostly in the nude, and often with the two of us engaged in some form of
sexual activity. Our phone calls slowed then stopped as he went to
university in a far away city and mailing each other rarely happened.

I met my girlfriend during this time, and we eventually married and had
two kids. I thought Donny was long in the past when one day I received a
phone call. He asked if we could meet.

The sex was always great when we could get together. I never called him,
he always called me. I never turned him down and lived a guilty existence
each time we secretly met. Although we got together whenever we could, it
often was months or years between encounters. At twenty-five he still
looked like the fourteen-year-old I first met. He never gained an ounce
and was always in top physical condition. The sex was spectacular.

The last time we got together was when he was thirty-two and still looked
like the young boy I first met. He announced he was getting married then
and we had what we thought was a final romp in the sack before finally
heading our separate ways. That was also the one and only time he stayed
over at my place as my wife and kids were away on a mini vacation of
sorts.

Many years later was when I received his Linked In message...

End of Chapter 6

Thanks for reading my story. Check out Chapter 1 to remember that I was
contacted by Donny regarding his son Trevor through Linked In. With that
being said, I have 2 more chapters to add and will submit them after
editing. Comments and suggestions are always welcome.
email: bquinn2021@tutanota.com