Date: Thu, 22 Feb 2024 21:24:06 +0100 (CET)
From: karcamel@tutanota.com
Subject: Peter's earbuds (gay, adult-youth)

Peter's earbuds


I'm a fifty-something man, happily divorced and a father of two. My
daughter is in middle school, and my son is in sixth grade. I see my kids
on a regular basis, and since I live nearby, they often stop by to say
hello and have dinner. We don't really have a schedule; the kids come and
go as they please.

   Since I live alone, evenings are often dull. I watch TV and surf the
Internet. I also have a game console that I play to pass the time, but I am
less into it than my kids are. One afternoon, the doorbell rang, and my son
came over with his friend, who introduced himself as Peter. A good-looking
boy. He had short, light brown hair, slim, funny-looking dimples on his
cheeks and a funny smile. All in all, a very well-groomed and smart-looking
boy.

   We enjoyed some lemonade and chatted about this and that. I'd told Alex,
my son, that I'd gotten the GTA 5 premium copy, and the boys brought it
over as soon as they heard about it. The game is popular with young boys,
and each version brings the experience closer to realism. Personally, I
don't like the violence, but it's just a game. The boys asked excitedly if
they could stay and play, and of course, I had no objection. After all, I
bought the game to play, and the company was a nice change from a lonely
evening.

   The boys sat on the sofa in front of the TV, and I watched from an
armchair off to the side. My son had the controller in his hand, he
started, and Peter and I stayed in the audience. The boys looked closely at
the game's menus and discussed how it was different from the original
version. The game was actually forbidden to children under 18, but I knew
that 11-12-year-old boys couldn't have been more interested.

   As the evening progressed, I noticed that Peter would look at me from
time to time.  Whenever I looked at him, he quickly turned his head away. I
wondered if there was something wrong with me and got up to look at myself
in the hall mirror. I didn't see anything unusual, but I looked into the
living room and saw Peter looking at me.  I looked at him through the
mirror until he realized I could see him. I smiled at him, and he smiled
back, and this time, he didn't look away.

   We looked at each other through the mirror. He was more beautiful than
handsome. He had bright blue eyes and broad shoulders. There was something
playful about his face as if he was always up to some trick.

   The game shift changed, and Peter took the remote control; my son got up
and went to the bathroom. I sat down on the couch next to Peter to watch
him play. He looked a little surprised, but then he smiled. The boy's
movements were fast and fluid. He was clearly an experienced player, but
his gestures were like a little dance.

   "Hey! What on earth? You sat in my seat!" My son Alex exclaimed after
returning from the bathroom.

   "I can see better from here. It's hard to see from that chair; try
it. Peter seems to be good at it." I praised.

   "Yep," he grunted. "I guess I'm not. Can I use your PC?" he asked,
referring to the laptop on the bedroom table.

   "Sure, go ahead," I replied. With a guest account, both kids could use
the machine if they wanted.

   I sat next to Peter, who was busy playing. I still admired his
movements. His expressions were somehow sweet as he lived in the world of
the game.

   "FUCK, these graphics are great! Not too different from reality!" He
marveled, probably not noticing the whole F-word in his excitement. In the
frenzy of the game, his knee often touched mine, and I let it happen
without stopping or moving.  Eventually, I pressed my knees so hard against
his that they stayed locked together all the time. Peter looked at me and
smiled whenever the situation allowed.

   "So you're in the same grade?" I asked, not having seen the boy before.

   "Yep," he replied curtly.

   I couldn't really get the conversation going. But I was getting a little
curious.

   "Alex isn't twelve yet; how are you?"

   "A few more months," he replied, giving me a quick look and continuing
to play.

   "I suppose you have a girlfriend, being such a handsome boy?" I asked
teasingly.

   "What? No girlfriend," he replied, blushing and embarrassed.

   "Well, there's time for that."

   "Yeah, I don't know if I'm interested."

   "Okay. Sorry, I won't tease you anymore," I said.

   "Girls are a burden," Peter said, smiling.

   "Sometimes they are," I admitted. "Some guys never care about girls," I
said, smiling myself.

   "Okay, is that a bad thing?"

   "Not at all, not at all." I paused for a moment and continued a little
more cryptically, "Sometimes it's nice to meet guys like that; they're
often very nice."

   Peter looked at me, and there was something in his expression that told
me he understood what I was saying, even though I didn't know exactly what
I was saying myself. He continued to play, and I wondered if we had flirted
with each other. It seemed a little unexpected, impossible. After all, I am
a few decades older than the boy and his friend's father. But the idea felt
good.

   "Okay, let's go. We have an English test tomorrow; I have to study a
bit," my son called from the living room door.

   Peter continued playing as if he hadn't heard.

   "Did you hear me? Hello, is the Earth listening?"

   "Oh shit," Peter said. Just when it was getting fun.

   "I think the game is interesting," I said.

   "It is, too."

   I walked into the hall after Peter, thinking about what he said, and I
pretended to touch his wrist by accident. He looked at me with a mysterious
look on his face.  The boys were getting into their outdoor clothes.

   "Bye now. And hey, Peter, it was nice to meet you." I said as I closed
the door.

   "You too," he replied.

  What a lovely and exciting case this Peter was, I thought as I sat in
front of the television again. I wasn't really watching anything; I was
lost in thought. And quite cute, I thought. There was something excitingly
electric between us, that was for sure. The situation was so arousing that
I decided to watch some porn online and jerk myself off to pleasure. I had
just time to surf to a site that suited my mood until the doorbell rang. I
wondered who it could be; it was getting on at 8 o'clock.  I went to answer
the door.

   "Hello again." A boy smiled at the door, who had just made me feel a
tingle.

   "Oh, Peter. Well, what brings you back here?"

   "Well. I think my earbuds fell out of my pants pocket while I was
sitting on the couch. Can you take a look?"

   "Come in through the stairwell. Go and see for yourself."

   Peter took off his shoes and went into the living room. He lifted the
sofa cushions and glanced at me from time to time but couldn't find what he
was looking for.

   "Oh, hell, they're not here either." I thought the whole thing was
beginning to smell like an excuse.

   Looking disappointed as he walked down the hall, Peter glanced into the
bedroom. The computer had been left open, and the website I'd visited was
up, leaving nothing to guesswork; the title of the glorious site on the
screen read VERY YOUNG BOYS in big letters. Below that were numerous images
of porn movies that seemed to feature slightly younger boys than usual. The
kid was left staring wide-eyed at the laptop.

   Busted. I thought, now there was no more room for explanation. Surely
the boy knew immediately that the content I was browsing was not exactly
legal and certainly not tolerated by most people. My first thought was that
Peter would tell my son. Maybe others.

   "Oh! Are you watching... " He asked, stunned. "Stuff like that?"

   "No, I accidentally opened a site like that." What else could I say?

   "Cool!" Peter stared at the laptop screen and didn't look in the least
bit startled.

   "Oh, really? No way? Or is it?"

   "Oh yes, it is!" He said before realizing he had blurted out something
he probably shouldn't have.

   We looked at each other in silence. Somewhere in the apartment there was
the sound of a water pipe running when someone was in the shower, but
otherwise the apartment was quiet.

   "You didn't lose your headphones, did you?" I asked as if to state the
obvious.

   "Yes, I lost them." Peter looked at me appraisingly. "I mean... what if
I haven't?"

   "I wonder if you're thinking what I'm thinking," I said.

   "Hmm. I don't know. Maybe." He looked at the laptop screen again and
licked his lips nervously.

   "You look nice," I said. Peter continued to stare at the laptop.

   "Okay." He replied, his face turning bright red.

   "I mean really nice," I continued. Peter looked at me and smiled shyly.

   "That's cool."

   I took a few steps forward and stopped in front of the boy, turning my
head down.  He was a head smaller than me. He lifted his head, and our
noses touched, and I felt his breath on my wet lips. He was breathing
harder than usual, and so was I. There was an erotic tension in the air
that felt strange because I was a grown man, and he was only eleven. I put
my hands on his shoulders and pulled him closer to me. Peter licked his
upper lip and I nibbled it gently. His jacket fell to the floor, and he let
out a muffled gasp.

   We shared exploratory kisses at first, and gradually the kissing became
bolder until our tongues touched. Loud smacking sounds echoed off the
hallway wall as we sucked on each other. My hands wandered over his slender
body, and I felt Peter's hand on my buttocks. I slid my hand under his
shirt and felt the smooth, hairless skin.  I could feel the ribs of his
slender body in my fingers, and there was hardly any softness or flesh
under his chest.

   Peter raised his hand to the ceiling and motioned for me to remove his
shirt. I did so, taking off my own at the same time. Our naked torsos
touched, and I felt his warmth against my own skin. My hairy chest pressed
closer to his childlike body.


TO BE CONTINUED

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