Date: Tue, 11 Jun 2019 21:12:55 +0200
From: Ryan White <liciousryan@gmail.com>
Subject: Off Limits Chapter 4

HEY THERE, YOU LOVELY PEOPLE ;)

From the bottom of my heart, THANK YOU for all the emails I have received
from the first three chapters.

78 in total. You guys are my inspiration, the reason I write. I have been
BLESSED with a AWESOME response to `OFF LIMITS' and I'm so grateful.

So, in chapter 3, I asked YOU guys to vote on what you wanted to happen
next.

Be prepared...the option that received the most votes was NOT even one of
the options I gave hahaha!!!

I hope you lot enjoy this. Wanna have a chat? I'm game! Send me a line at
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Love always,
Ryan


OFF LIMITS
CHAPTER FOUR

"Oh come on, Numb Nuts! You have to join us! Your damn exams are done, you
have no boyfriend or social life and the boys adore you! What possible
reason do you have for not wanting to come to the fucking beach with us?"

...Because I'm head over heels in love with your fifteen year old son...

"Tiffany, be reasonable. I have plans of my own today."

"Okay, I'll bite. Like what? Organising your washing into fabric and silk?"

If only she was kidding...

"I actually have an interview at a school. I can't just up and leave
now. You know me, I like to be at least an hour early for my
appointments. So thanks, Tiff, but no thanks."

"You're no fun."

"You're the one with the soon-to-be rich ex-husband, not me. I gotta work
for a living. Tell JJ and Max we'll make it another time, okay?"

It was with a heavy heart that I ended the call and spent a few moments
simply staring at my mobile phone. The wallpaper I chose was a photo taken
about three weeks ago, when I had slept over at Tiffany's. (Chapter 2-3)
The very same night I had a very erotic, yet disturbing wet dream about her
son, JJ. Me and the little dude had gotten quite close up to that point and
time, and I hated making up how many ludicrous excuses why I couldn't come
over and spend some time with my life long bestie and her son. I knew she
was hurt, she didn't understand. Telling her the truth simply wasn't an
option.

Because THAT would go down super well, right? Hey Tiff, the reason I'm
avoiding you guys is because I can't stop imagining your teenage son naked
in my bed greasing up his cock to fuck me...yeah that would be death by
bestie. Never heard that one before. Go figure.

I sighed and switched on the TV. I had literally nothing to do this
afternoon. I totally lied to Tiff about my so-called interview and there
was nothing on TV which I wanted to actually watch. Days of our
Lives...nah. Those MAGA storylines they had these days were fucked
up. Couldn't stand Eve and Jack either. I had a few wank sessions over the
new guy playing Stefan DiMera in the soap opera and also about hunky Tripp
Dalton. Now it was just irritating.

Perhaps an old episode of Friends. Season three...yeah! Where Chandler was
still skinny and super ass sexy. Easily sexier than Joey or Ross at the
time. After that season he just got fat and I'm not talking PHAT. He and
his lanky frame could pound me all damn night. Nah...I'd probably get so
horny watching the Chandler/Joey bromance I'd start thinking about JJ all
over again.

This was fucked up, man! Everywhere I went, every time I was alone, my
train of thought would wander off to JJ. His perfect boyish looks. Ready to
make the transition to a man. His tall muscled, soccer body. His
eyes...those green, emeralds that simply shone whenever he was talking to
any one around him. No wonder Max had a crush on him.

Oh yeah...another detail of my sleepover I didn't dare forget.

Max giving JJ a blowjob. JJ's eyes and facial expressions when he
experienced just how good a warm, wet mouth could feel on your bare teenage
cock. This from a boy who assured me countless times that he was
straight. Max, his best friend, wasn't. I had gotten more than enough proof
at the BBQ Tiffany had a month ago, where Max shamelessly checked me out
and allowed me to know he did. I'd offer me his fifteen year old ass in a
fucking heart beat if I had returned the interest, which I didn't dare
to. I was petrified silly of being labelled as a paedophile.

Especially with me just having graduated as a teacher. One wrong move, only
one disturbing rumour made against me, and I could kiss my career goodbye.

It wasn't Max I was interested in. He was hot though. God. I mean, if Chris
Hemsworth and Jennifer Love Hewitt ever had a secret love child, he would
be it. But my heart, belonged to JJ. In my dream on that fateful night, I
told him I loved him. I didn't realise it myself until I thought back at
what had happened. I loved him. I truly, honestly, was in love with
JJ. Only catch was, he was fifteen. Fourteen years older than
me. And...checkmate...he was the son of my best friend. In the words of
Chandler Bing...could this BE any worse?

The doorbell rang. If this was those Mormon worshippers AGAIN, I'm
seriously gonna lose my shit. I opened the door and stared right into the
face of the one person I didn't expect.

"Max? You okay?"

"Sure I am. Just wanted to say hello."

The little shit didn't even wait for an invitation. He just breezed by me
as if my apartment belonged to him.

"Uhm...how did you know where I live?" I asked carefully, not wanting to
close the door and be all alone with a teenage stud in my bachelor
pad. Anyone with a brain would see that was looking for trouble at the very
least.

"I asked Aunt Tiff and she told me. She wanted to know, like, why and all
that. I told her I needed help with my problem."

"And that would be?"

Max sniffed and looked around my apartment. He picked up the coaster I had
placed on the coffee table and gently swirled it around.

"Could you close the door?"

Start. Panicking. Now.

"Max, I don't think that's a good idea. Look, I'd be happy to help you at
your own home, where your parents are present..."

"No! They can't know!"

Suddenly all his bravado was gone. In an instant, he was a very, very
nervous and scared little boy. Forget the muscles and teenage
persona...there was something very wrong indeed with Max. Hoping I wasn't
making a huge, huge mistake, I closed the door and made my way over towards
him on the sofa. I sat down opposite him. I gently reached out and took the
coaster from his fingers.

"You can tell me. I know I'm a stranger, but as a teacher, I think I'm a
pretty good listener."

He crunched forward, his head down. He was shaking now. Visibly. His
fingers had a mind of their own. His eyes darted all over my living room
floor.

"Can I trust you? I hardly know you," he whispered.

"Max, you came to me for a reason. You must have thought I could help you,
otherwise you wouldn't be here. What's wrong? You can tell me."

Max took a deep breath and blew it out in staccato style. Gathering
courage, he finally looked up from the floor and into my eyes.

"I'm in love with JJ."

It was like a knife had pierced my own heart.

"Ryan. Did you hear what I said?"

God yes. I did.

"Why are you not saying anything? I mean, you're gay too!"

Yes, I was. And I was in love with the same boy he was.

"This was a mistake. I'm outta here." He said, running towards the front
door.

RYAN GET A GRIP!

"Max, no! Wait! I'm sorry, bud. Come back? Please?"

Max had a tear running down his cheek as he turned around to face me,
inches from my front door. If he left now, there was no telling what he
might do. I needed him to calm down. I was genuinely worried for the poor
boy.

"You think I'm weird, don'tcha? Everyone at school says the only reason JJ
still hangs with me is because I allow him to fuck me. I've never been
fucked ever! JJ is not even gay! But THAT'S what they're saying and soon JJ
is gonna be so over that and he's gonna tell me to piss the hell off. I
dunno what I'll do if I lose his friendship, Ryan!"

I walker over the to boy and took him into my arms. He was shaking,
uncontrollably. There was absolutely nothing more to it. A gentle,
comforting hug. At least, that's how it was for me.

I felt something. Some place where I didn't wanna feel something. Something
hard. Something throbbing. Something potent.

And suddenly I felt his lips on the inside of my neck...

"Max! What the hell are you doing??" I screamed, top of my voice, and
scrambled away from him as quick as I could. The jeans he was wearing was
so tight, I could actually see his hard cock head wanting to burst out of
its seems. His chest was heaving, the streaks where his tears had rolled
down his cheeks, still visible. He was clearly struggling to control
himself.

"I...I thought..."

"You thought what, Max? Do you realise this can end me?" I shouted. I was
so upset it wasn't even funny. In hindsight...his dick looked...let's just
say he was a big boy.

"I should go. I'm sorry," Max said and opened the door.

For the love of God...I dunno why I did what I did next.

"Get back here. Now!"

He could only stare back at me, emotionless. I marched over towards him and
slammed the door shut. I took his hand and pulled him towards my
bedroom. This past month had been hell on earth. If I could avoid Max from
feeling that very same hurt as I was feeling every single day being away
from JJ, then I was gonna do my damnedest to make things better for him.

I pushed him backwards, he landed on the bed with a thud. Strange, there
wasn't a frightened, scared look on his handsome face now. If I had to
guess, it was lust. Greed. Need. He wanted me as much as I wanted him right
there and then. Just meaningless, gay sex.

"Do you hate me?" He whispered.

"Why would I hate you?" I whispered back, laying next to him, gently
touching his arm. He wasn't as hairy as JJ. A light wheeze of feathery
fluff cascaded down his sunburned skin. Beautiful. Just, pure rawness
essence of teenage boy.

"Because I'm gay," Max muttered.

"So am I. And what's wrong with that?"

Max looked up at me, with my fingers still caressing his arm, and started
to inch closer to me. The hand on the blond boy's arm explored further and
reached up towards Max's bicep, gliding over his muscled shoulder, all the
way upwards to his handsome boyish face, and felt the silky smooth school
boy skin while Max leaned into my touch.

I was in a total trance. I didn't care what I was doing, I wasn't hurting
him, he was emotionally in pain, we both, unconsciously, was in love with
the same boy and we both couldn't have him. Max wanted some relief and here
was I, an equally gay, horny, twenty-nine year old guy, hurting just the
same, more than willing to give it to him, so why would he say no?

I took the plunge and leaned in to kiss Max's neck, while caressing his
shoulder blades. The young, blond boy gasped and grabbed his fingers full
of my hair through sheer ecstasy...was this the first time his body was
worshipped? He seemed to like running his fingers through my hair, gripping
it ever so tight every time I landed a kiss on his skin.

Reluctantly, I stopped nuzzling Max's neck and moved to his lips. I looked
up at Max, seeking approval, permission, which the sexy blond gave me with
an excited smile. Man and boy, me and Max, dove towards each other as if in
heat, to kiss passionately, the surroundings and teenage sweat smells
making it more intimate than it should have been.

Max kept running his fingers through my hair, whilst in turn, I was
enjoying the feeling of the blonde's sexy, ripped abs beneath my own
fingers whilst we made out like virgins at a high school dance.

Little by little, I started to move down Max's ripped body, descending from
his lips to his Adam's apple, Max groaned with pure pleasure. Wanting to
hear that beautiful teen voice purr with delight once more, I took Max's
left nipple into my mouth to make the latter sink back into the mattress in
utter paradise.

Once done to Max's satisfaction, I made love to each and every one of the
teenager's six, muscled, rock solid, pectorals, holding on to his sides,
caressing his waist as my lips made love to his stomach. His skin felt warm
and alive. The looks on Max's face said it all, he had never in his fifteen
years of life been so stimulated this much and at such an intense
level. Inch by inch I managed to rip off the trousers that Max was wearing,
along with his boxers to finally see that huge six inch boy dong. It was
right there, teasing me, just stretching out to the heavens, getting
stiffer by the second.

"Oh god...oh god..." I heard Max hiss through his gullet. He looked down at
me, in sheer expectation. I winked at him.

Then I took his boyhood into my mouth.

"Oh no, you can't be seri...OH GOD YEAH!!! OH SHIT MAN!!!" Max groaned and
sunk in his stomach, to the point where I could see the outline of his
ribs, as he felt his cock sink into the wet velvet mouth of a virtual
stranger. That made it all more exciting...knowing it was wrong and just
plain nasty. He must have showered before he came over because I could
taste a suttle hint of body wash, he was nice and clean.

The taste. My God. Tongue on penis. Suction. Pre cum pouring from out that
teenage phallus. It was tasting like a mixture of pineapple and honey. I
sucked harder. More and more juices dripped from his desperately needy
penis. My tongue glided along the side of the stone hard organ, tracing the
thick veins that kept the blood pumping into his dick, showing my
appreciation.

"Ryan...Holy...shit...make it go away. Make it all better, Ryan. Make the
pain go away. Please!"

He was hurting. He needed me.

I took hold of the big red dick, masturbating him, violently, from the base
while sucking the head like a candy striped lollypop. Max continued to
caressed my hair as he felt this pervert of a man grab his balls, releasing
his big dick with a slap, onto his stomach, my saliva dripping onto his
skin, and taking care of his sperm makers.

I positively gobbled them up into my thirsty mouth. I wanted that teenage
milk straight from the source.

One by one, Max's balls became wet with spit and saliva as I reached
upwards with my upper body and greedily engulfed the teenager's cock once
more. It was like swallowing a fire poker. God, this kid was hard. His
cock, by now, a dangerous mixture of red and purple.

The stud teenage boy on my bed, who was thrashing his head from side to
side in sheer pleasure, was getting mightily close now as the tingling in
his balls was getting more and more worse and I, amazingly, could actually
feel Max's manly sperm travel up his almighty wet, red and thick cock.

With an animalistic cry, Max surprised me and grabbed his cock from the
depths of my sucking mouth and started jerking himself off. The glide of
his hand on his thick cock was making my now empty and dry mouth water as
he looked straight into my eyes. He wanted me to have it. His cum. His
protein. It was mine. All mine.

"You close?" I groaned, reaching out and stimulating his nuts.

"Yeah...fuck yeah...gonna cum dude...I'm gonna cum all over you..."

He totes wasn't kidding.

His teenage cock jerked with emotion as I leaned in close. It was like a
champagne bottle had burst. My face, neck, upper chest and hair was
smothered with Max's thick, white, school boy love juice.

There was so fucking much that it dripped down my face and onto my
clothes. Wanting more, much more, I lunged forward, and with my spermy,
cummy face, I once again sucked Max's leaking, weltering cock into my
mouth, making sure I didn't lose any more boy goodness.

I caressed his legs and knees. He, in turn, placed his left hand onto mine,
holding, squeezing it ever so tight as he rode and experienced his
orgasm. His chest heaved. His cock started to deflate. Still, I managed to
scoop up some yummy sperm that still seemed to leak on his pubes. It was
like coming home to a delicious snack.

I stood up and laid down beside him. We both just buried some demons, I
knew, however he didn't. How would he possibly know we were in love with
the same precious, beautiful teenage boy?

I embraced Max, he himself was so overcome with sheer passion and ecstasy
of what he had just done with a man fourteen years his senior. I had a
feeling this was the first time he had sexual relations which was GIVEN to
him, personally.

He smiled dreamily, his eyes shot open like magic, he looked at me, and
gratitude shone over his entire complexion. So much so, that he simply
leaned into me, and hugged me ever so tight.

"Thank you, Ryan. Thanks for making it all go away..."

I hugged his body close to mine. I kissed his hair. He responded, caressing
my back.

So...this was what sex was like with a teenager.

If it was this mind blowing with Max...how would I feel being with the boy
I actually loved... ?


THANKS FOR READING!!

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