Date: Wed, 19 Aug 2020 02:01:21 +0000
From: myboystories <myboystories@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Boy Who Only Liked Black Cock, Part 1 (Revised)

The Boy Who Only Liked Black Cock

This is a work of fiction and depictions sex between a young boy(s), and
older men. All legal disclaimers apply, and if this topic offends you,
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Characters:

James (Narrator): A 40-year old boy-lover.

Matthew. Nick-named Sheppy: An adorable 13-year old boy who likes a certain
type of men.

Others...

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It was the spring of 2021, and finally, the world was opening back up.

In March I had re-opened my fitness center, after 11-long months of
closure. Just three years ago, I had purchased the building, which used to
be an old warehouse, and transformed it into a state-of-the-art, 10,000
square foot fitness center, complete with a weight room, cardio area,
running track, two basketball courts, and even a full length lap pool. It
was the best fitness center in the area, hands-down.

A little bit about me before we begin. My name is James and at the start of
this story I was 40-years old, white, and had kept in great shape, apart
from my small beer-belly that was normal for most men my age. My body was
very hairy (I blame my father for that one), but luckily for me, my thick
dark hair was still full on top of my head. Although some people hated
getting to 40, I quite enjoyed it, since I thought I had aged quite nicely.

Sexually, I was gay, but secretly my biggest attraction was towards boys
between the ages of 11-15, although I didn't mind hooking up with the
occasional twink, as long as they were still pretty young looking. Due to
my sexual attractions, however, I rarely had sex with anyone, and my last
"hook-up" happened more than a year ago.

This story begins early one morning as I walked towards the front desk and
saw a stream of customers come in through the gym's front door, bags
strapped to their shoulders. I smiled at the customers, as they walked past
me and nodded.

"Hey. James... I need to talk you about something" Amanda said as she
swiveled her chair behind the front desk toward me.

Amanda was one of our desk managers, responsible for checking in members
and coordinating sign-ups. She had been a faithful member of our team since
before the pandemic, and I was thankful that she came back to work after it
was all over.

"Sure. Why don't you come into my office?" I said, as I picked up a stack
of papers and tucked it under my arm.

We stepped into my office, closed the door behind us, and I took a seat
behind my desk.

"What's going on, Amanda?" I asked, raising my eyebrow.

"I'm putting my two weeks' notice." She replied. "I'm sorry, James. It's a
long story, but my mother back in Wisconsin isn't doing so well, and I've
decided I have to go back there for a few months"

I placed my hands on the desk and frowned.

"Oh,gosh,Amanda. I am so sorry about that. Is everything okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I think Matthew is handling it worse, though. School
finally started back up in January and we are in the middle of basketball
season. He is freaking out about having to move. That basketball team is
really his life." She explained, as tears started to run down her face.

I had never met Amanda's son Matthew, and in fact, I had almost forgotten
that she had a kid. She was the kind of single mom that had it all together
and worked hard to make a good life for her son. It had been so long since
I had caught up with any of my employees, but now I remembered her telling
me about her son's team almost making it to championships last year, and
that this year the coach expected them to go all the way.

"There's no way he can stay here until the end of the school year?" I asked
her.

"No, I asked a few friends, but they don't really have the space. We also
don't have family in the area either, well not at least since my brother
moved out to Florida three years ago"

"Oh" I said, thinking. "Well... I know this sounds strange, but if you
wanted to let him stay with me till the end of the school year, I have a
spare bedroom and wouldn't mind watching over him for a bit. I remember you
saying how much this season means to him."

She sat there for a moment, pondering my answer.

"Well... I don't know, James. That would be asking way too much. Anyways,
it is not like we're family or anything, so that may be pretty awkward for
him"

"I understand. Well, if you want to reconsider, the offer is always open. I
am sure he would be well behaved, and there's plenty of space".

She nodded her head and left my office, and when the door closed, I sat
there thinking. Of course, I would have loved to have Amanda's son stay
with me for a few months. Although no-one knew it, I was a boy-lover, and I
could not pass up the opportunity to be around boys.

I leaned back in my desk for a moment, before I turned on my computer and
decided to do some research on the kid. To be honest, I had very little
information about Matthew, and was curious to see if I could find out
anything else.

Typing into Google, I searched his name "Matthew Shepstone". It was an
uncommon name, and I was lucky that I quickly found both a Facebook and
Instagram profile for the boy. The profile said he was thirteen, and oh,
boy, was the kid beautiful. He was not just simply "cute" he was "smoking
hot" by every measure of the world.

The boy had the irresistibly hot combination of gentle feminine features,
but with the masculine ambitions and demeanor of a preteen boy. A small
button nose, green eyes, slightly freckled face, and blond hair that was
neatly cut in a "high and tight" style(but not too short) that was so
popular with boys nowadays. I knew that in due time, if not already, the
girls at school would be swooning over him.

The next day, I entered the gym, and Amanda looked over at me and smiled.

"Hey James. So, I think I may take you up on that offer to watch Matthew
for a bit. Are you still okay with that?"

My heart literally skipped a beat when I heard those words come out of her
mouth. God had answered my prayers, I was sure of it.

"Uh, yeah. Of course." I said, slightly stunned by how quickly she had
changed her mind.

She proceeded to tell me that she casually mentioned to Matthew that I had
offered him to stay with me, and he could not stop begging his mother to
make it happen. Missing out on the basketball season would be devastating
to the boy, and he would do anything to stay and not have to leave for
Wisconsin.

"Great. I am so happy this worked out. Do you want to come over for dinner
and meet him? I think that would be a good idea so you two can get to know
each other a bit before he comes to stay with you."

"Sure" I replied, "But how about I take you both out to a nice dinner
tonight, instead?"

She smiled and accepted my offer.

Eight hours later, I walked into the Vince Blue Steakhouse and grabbed a
drink at the swanky bar while I waited for Amanda and Matthew to arrive. A
few minutes later I felt a tap on my back and looked behind me to see both
of them standing there.

Of course, my eyes immediately went to Matthew. Oh god, this kid was
GORGEOUS. How would I be able to control myself over the next few months?
He was a walking model of boy perfection.

When I shook his flawless hand he smiled confidently, showing his bright
white perfect teeth, and I met his smile back. How could this kid NOT be a
model?

As we began our meal, we started to make small talk. I found out that
Matthew was articulate, but rather reserved at first. However, by the time
desert came around he began to open-up once he started to get to know me.

He was in the 8th grade, having skipped a year, and he just turned
thirteen. We spoke about his love for basketball, and he talked endlessly
about his team, and the NBA. I was not a huge fan myself, but knew that if
the motivation was there, I could definitely find some interest, and oh,
was the motivation there. I also learned that Matthew's nickname was
"Sheppy" (since his last name was Shepstone) although only his friends
really called him that.

"Matthew, why don't you tell James who you met last week?" Amanda said, as
she smiled over at her son.

"Oh, it was like, awesome. I met Lebron James! He had a book signing at
Dalebook University, and I got like six cards signed. He was really cool."
Matthew spoke, practically fawning over the NBA superstar. "I really want
to see him play again soon."

We continued dinner, switching topics from basketball to school, and then
Amanda diverged a bit and started to gossip about some colleagues at
work. Matthew diverted his attention to his smart phone like most boy's his
age, most likely playing a game of some sort.

When we finally finished dinner and got the check, I put down my credit
card and headed to the restroom. Inside, I had approached a urinal and
began to relive myself, when I saw Matthew also come into the room. I hoped
that he would take the urinal next to me, but instead he entered a stall
and shut the door. I sighed and zipped up my pants.

As I was washing my hands, I heard a strange noise that I recognized that
sounded something like a ring tone. The sound was like the sound of a
something being dropped into water. A few moments later, it happened
again. Wait....I thought, was that the Grindr notification sound? Holy
shit! I had not used the app in a few months, but I knew the sound very
well.

I looked behind me and tried to see if there was anyone else inside the
bathroom, but we were alone. It had to have been him.

Was Matthew on Grindr? I waited for a few more moments to see if I could
hear the sound again, but it was silent. The notifications probably had
been silenced.

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When I went home that evening, I laid in bed with my cock in my hand, and
redownloaded Grindr. The whole incident from earlier had really put me in a
crazy, horny mood, and I was eager to see if I could locate Matthew on the
app.

Once the app downloaded, profile after profile of men looking to hook-up
through the app loaded up. My message box had a few messages from four
months prior (the last time I used the app), but I ignored them. I was on a
mission to see if I could find Matthew's profile.

I scrolled through the endless profiles in my area and did not see anyone
that looked like the adorable boy I had met that evening. I set my filters
to look for boys with Matthew's body type. I reasoned that he was somewhere
in the range of 100-115 pounds, but that is about all I could go on. I
scrolled through the 20 profiles that appeared after setting the filter,
and still there was not anyone with a profile that matched his description.

As I continued to look through the profiles, I realized that my search was
in vain. The biggest issue was that most of the profiles with the filters I
selected had no profile photos, and instead, in its place was just a black
background.

I debated sending each profile a message to see if they would send me a
photo in return, but instead, I thought it was better to play the long game
here. I reasoned it would, instead, be a better strategy to wait until
Matthew arrived at my house, and then see if any profiles appeared closer
by that matched his stats.

Closing the app, I sighed, and jerked myself off in short order, cumming as
I imagined Matthew bending over, on all fours, on the corner of my bed,
presenting his hairless preteen ass. In my fantasy, he looked back at me
and winked, before spreading his hole and begged "Please fuck me
James. Please..."

Three weeks passed until finally the day came where Matthew arrived at my
house. That morning, I had finished preparing the guest room for his
arrival and had my cleaning lady come by to do one last spot check of the
house. I wanted everything to look perfect so that Amanda would be
satisfied that her son would be staying here.

Around 6:00 pm that evening, I saw Amanda pull up in her small Honda sedan
with Matthew in the passenger seat, and I smiled, excited to finally have
the boy arrive.

"Hey. Welcome, come on in." I said. I opened the door, and the mother and
son both hauled in a few suitcases into my living room.

"Thanks again for doing this, James. I can't thank you enough." Amanda
said, as she placed a large duffle bag near the stairs.

"No problem at all. Happy to help, and I am sure we are going to get along
just fine. I'm like a big kid anyways."

Amanda laughed. "I knew that from the first day I met you. No need to tell
me".

Matthew looked around the large house for the first time with curious eyes,
and I could tell he wasn't used to staying in such a huge and modern home.

"Well, I have to get running, I'm actually late for my flight. Be good and
listen to James here, okay sweetie?" Amanda directed, as she planted a kiss
on the boy's cheek. He blushed.

"Mom.... I'll be fineeee" Matthew whined, more blush filling his face from
the kiss on his cheek.

Amanda thanked me one last time before she headed out the door and pulled
out of the driveway. Matthew and I both waved goodbye from the front porch
before I finally turned to him.

"So buddy. Do you want a tour of the house?" I asked him, turning towards
the boy.

"Uh, sure. Guess so." Matthew replied, looking around curiously again.

"Right this way Sir" I said, talking in a mock British accent and
smiling. Matthew smiled back, slightly amused at my playfulness.

We carried the bags up the carpeted stairway, and then took a right down
the hallway until we entered the last door on the left.

"This is your room. I just had it furnished with a queen size bed, so you
should have plenty of room. You can also use the desk as well when you do
your homework" I said, as I set his bags on the queen-sized bed with white
pillowcases and a white comforter.

I walked over to another door inside the room and opened it. Inside was a
simple bathroom with a shower with a glass door. I explained that it was
his own bathroom and I expected him to keep it and his bedroom clean. He
nodded his cute little blond head before we left.

Outside the room, I finished up the tour, showing him where my bedroom and
home office was, before heading downstairs and showing him the kitchen,
living room, dining room, and then basement that had another entertainment
center, a few video game systems, as well as a ping-pong table and some
vintage arcade games.

"Woah. This is super cool!" Matthew said, as he practically ran over to the
vintage "1997 NBA JAM" arcade machine that I had recently purchased.

Naturally, we spent the next 45-minutes engrossed in several matches of NBA
Jam. I was pretty rusty since it had been a few years since I had played,
but Matthew was no better since he was more used to modern video games. I
could tell he was enjoying every moment, though.

"You have a super cool place, thanks for letting me stay here Jason"
Matthew said, getting my name wrong.

"It's James" I laughed and tousled his hair. "Oh, right!" he
smiled. "Sorry".

Once we left the basement, we headed back upstairs, before exiting the back
door and into the yard. In the back yard was a large hot tub with a red
cover over the top.

"I just got this too. It's super nice. Did you bring your swim trunks?" I
asked Matthew, hoping that somehow he would say no so I could possibly
convince him into the tub with only his underwear on at some point during
his stay.

"Yeah. My mom packed them." He said, as he adjusted the small gold chain
around his neck absent mindedly while looking around the well-manicured
backyard.

"Great. Maybe we can take it for a spin tonight." I said, as we walked back
inside, and I went over to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.

"So, I'm going to cook us some dinner. Do you want to maybe unpack while I
start?" I asked the boy.

Matthew nodded his head and turned back to go up the carpeted stairs, while
I started preparing dinner. About forty minutes later, everything was
ready, but before I called him back downstairs, I decided to open my Grindr
again to see if it was possible to catch Matthew using the app.

I opened the app and looked through the profiles that were nearby. Again,
there was not anyone that fit Matthew's description. I sighed. Maybe it was
just my imagination. There was no way in hell a boy this young, and this
hot, could be on Grindr, right? I mean, the kid was only thirteen.

After closing Grindr, I walked up the stairs and knocked once, before
opening the door, hoping that it would be possible to catch Matthew doing
something "naughty". Inside, Matthew was laying on his bed, shirtless,
looking at his phone. His right hand was in his shorts, and he quickly
pulled it out, looking slightly embarrassed, before making eye contact with
me.

"Dinner's ready." I said, as I looked at his flawless, hairless upper
body. Again, the kid was the perfection of boyness: lean, toned, and not a
single hair to be found. I would have given anything to climb in bed, right
then and there and press my hairy body against his small hairless one.

I left the room, and headed back downstairs and began serving the dinner,
before he finally appeared, with a fresh white t-shirt on. As he walked
over, I could have sworn I saw the outline of his cock snaking down the
right side of his shorts, but it is possible the light was playing tricks
on me.

We ate our dinner, which was a simple meal of pasta and meatballs, while I
engaged Matthew in more small talk. I learned that Matthew had a few close
friends at school, but wasn't the most popular kid in the world, which
surprised me since he was so darn beautiful.

"So, do you prefer that I call you Matthew or Sheppy like your friends?" I
asked, since I remembered that he had mentioned that Sheppy was his
nickname.

"I don't mind either one. Sheppy or Shep works; my friends call me both. Or
you can call me Matthew. Doesn't matter." He said, as he forked a big
amount of pasta in his mouth.

I was surprised a boy that small could fit that much food into his mouth at
once, and images of my cock lodged inside that same mouth filled my mind,
before I quickly snapped out of it.

Once dinner was finished, I cleaned up the plates while Matthew played with
his phone.

"Do you want to get in the hot tub? I was feeling like taking a soak
tonight." I asked.

"Uh, I guess." Matthew said, not sounding so sure of the idea, but
obviously willing to go along with my suggestion.

"Great. Let me get changed and I will get it ready. Why don't you upstairs
and get into your suit?"

He nodded his head and we both went upstairs to our rooms and changed. Back
in the yard, I pulled the cover off the hot-tub and checked the temperature
and chlorine levels, before looking back to notice that Matthew was
standing there in his swimsuit, which was disappointingly more of a "board
short" style and not the speedo style I was hoping for. Beggars cannot be
choosers, I guess...

We both got inside the hot tub, and I closed my eyes for a moment, feeling
the warmth of the water wrap around my hairy "dad bod", as Matthew did the
same.

"So Sheppy...  Do have a girlfriend yet?" I asked him, as I opened my eyes.

"Uh, no. Not really"

"Why not?" I asked.

"I dunno." he replied.

"Yeah it's hard at your age, but I'm sure the girls are going to be
flocking to you soon, trust me." I replied, hoping to boost his confidence,
but also hoping that in some miracle he would admit that he liked guys.

Sheppy did not reply, which left an awkward gap in the conversation.

"I remember I got my first girlfriend when I was in 9th grade, but I had
been crushing on her for like three years before." I said, hoping to get
him to talk more.

Sheppy did not reply.

"I guess it takes some time. Do you have any girls you like?" I asked him.

He took a moment before speaking, obviously really pondering his reply.

"Well, I guess this is this one girl. Katie. She's a year younger than me,
though." Sheppy finally answered.

Damn, I thought. Maybe this kid really was straight? I sat there thinking
for a moment, trying to reconcile what I had heard back at the bathroom of
the restaurant last night. It must have just been my imagination.

We ended the conversation about girls there, since I had no idea where to
take it next, and I got out of the water and sat on the edge of the hot
tub.

"Fuck, it's hot" I said. "I should have turned down the temperature".

As I sat on the edge of the tub, I looked down to see if Matthew was
looking at my body at all. Although I had just turned 40, I was in pretty
solid shape, apart from a tiny belly, but otherwise my muscles were toned
from years of weightlifting and running.

Sheppy looked up at me, before closing his eyes again. He did not seem to
really take notice of my body.

As he closed his eyes, he raised his arms and laces his fingers together
behind his head, and his hairless armpits came into view. I practically
licked my lips. There is nothing sexier in my mind than a boy's hairless
armpits.

Thirty minutes passed.

"Hey. I think I'm going to call it a night." I said. "Ready to come out?"

Sheppy opened his eyes and yawned, before finally grabbing ahold of the
sides of the hot tub and raising himself out of the steaming water. As the
boy emerged, his loose-fitting swim trunks stuck to his body from the
water, creating a noticeable outline of his soft cock. My jaw almost
dropped.

The boy was fucking hung! I wasn't sure how big he was, since it was dark,
but flaccid, the outline snaked down his right leg, at least three or four
inches. I could not help but stare, and my own 6-inch erection grew in my
trunks, making me turn away almost immediately. I was lucky that he did not
see my ranging boner as he wrapped the towel around his waist.

That evening, we both turned into our bedrooms and I sighed again. I could
not believe how fucking sexy this boy was, and the fact that he had an
amazing package for a boy his age made him even more appealing to me.

I got out of bed, and walked down the hallway, passing Sheppy's room, and
headed back downstairs to get a glass of water. When I walked back up the
stairs, I stopped in my tracks. A noise came from Matthew's room. IT WAS
THE GRINDR NOTIFICATION SOUND!

My heart was beating widely, as I stood there frozen. Again, the noise
beeped again. It was definitely the Grindr noise, there was no question
about it this time.

I rushed back to my room and shrugged off my shorts, releasing my turgid
cock, as I opened Grindr again. I prayed that I could find his profile this
time.

On the app, I cleared all the filters and looked at the user that was
closest to me. The profile, which said it was only 20 feet away, was blank
with no photo. The only thing the profile listed was "Position: Bottom",
"HIV Status: Negative" and "Tribe: Twink". This HAD to be him!

Before I did anything else, I changed my settings so that no-one could see
my distance. Like Sheppy, my profile didn't have much information, other
than my age, weight, position (which I listed as Top), which was good
because I really didn't want him knowing it was me until I found out that
he was into older guys and would be attracted to someone like me.

My heart still racing, I send him a simple message.

"Hey. How's it going?"

I waited for what felt like ages before the message status turned from
"sent" to "delivered", then another few minutes passed before I finally got
a reply.

"Hey" the reply read. Obviously, the user did not put that much effort into
replying.

"Hey. Have a photo? What brings you on here?" I typed back.

A few minutes passed before I finally got a reply.

"Yeah. You? Fun and friends, I guess." the user finally replied, before
attaching a photo.

I looked at the image closely, and there was no doubt it was him. While the
face was cropped out, the body matched with Sheppy exactly, the most
tell-tale thing being his simple gold chain necklace.

My heart was practically on fire now. The kid was gay! And he was looking
for sex partners! I could not believe it!

I debated my next move, before finally deciding to send him a similar
photo. I looked through my hidden photos before finally attaching one of me
standing shirtless, my hairy "dad bod" on full display. Of course, my face
was not visible, which matched the photo he had sent me.

The message quickly turned from "delivered" to "viewed" and I eagerly
awaited his reply, but nothing came. I let a few minutes pass, and still
nothing.

"What are you looking for?" I finally decided to type out and send.

10-minutes passed, and still no reply, until finally I got a notification
that I had a message.

"Sorry not my type" read the reply, before he blocked me, and his profile
went away.

My heart dropped. Fuck, he must have been looking for guys his own age. I
should have known. I was far too old for a boy like Sheppy.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ End of Part 1 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Don't worry, this story isn't over yet! James is going to uncover a WHOLE
lot more about Sheppy in the near future... :)


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