Date: Thu, 29 Sep 2022 12:14:05 +0000
From: raywrite196 <raywrite196@proton.me>
Subject: Through the Fence, Chapter 5 - Gay/Adult-Youth

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Chapter Five

I am just becoming aware it is morning. I cannot remember going to
sleep. But I am wonderfully aware of my new teen boyfriend still wrapped
around my body. Intertwined nakedness. The heavenly scent of his boyhood
fills my nostrils. The warmth of his smooth, hairless skin electrifies my
senses. I now know the meaning of Walt Whitman's, I Sing the Body
Electric. If this is a dream, may I never wake from it. If this is reality,
may it never end!

Aaron's eyes flutter open. "Good morning, Boyfriend. How did you sleep?"

He smiles euphorically, "Good morning, Boyfriend. I can't remember sleeping
so soundly in my entire life!" Aaron stretches as I gently kiss his
nipples, nose, and mouth. He wraps his arms around me and returns the same
pattern of kisses. We both recognize our morning wood and bladders, too
full for comfort.

"Race you to the bathroom!" I challenge my 15-year-old lover as though I
could actually win such a race. Aaron is just a step ahead of me and we
stand side by side to pee. I reach over and hold his hardwood cock and he
reaches over and holds mine as we both begin to relieve ourselves. The
vibration of piss running through our dicks is a new sensation to both of
us, bringing a smile to our faces. We glance at each other during the
process, content to be united this way. We shake each other off, a little
longer than necessary which maintains our rigidity. I flush the toilet and
we race back and jump in bed with Aaron lying on top of me, cock to
cock. We begin heavy petting while we grind our meat together. Our hands
are roaming all over each other's body, massaging handfuls of ass. I turn
around in the 69-position and begin licking Aaron's shaft which has only
gotten harder. He mimics whatever I am doing to him. I lick his ball sac,
he licks mine. I run my nose and tongue along his taint, and he
reciprocates. His moans are my moans, his hissing, my hissing. Sensing we
are both close, I take his cock in my mouth clear down to the pubes,
inhaling the heady smell of teen sexual desire as I continue to suck his
rod in and out of my mouth. Aaron opts to give me a precum/saliva handjob,
which I am okay with. I am not going to force him to do anything he is not
comfortable doing. The outcome is the same, except I savor the morning
sweetness of his teen cum, volley after volley which I hold in my mouth. He
aims my artillery at my pubes and abdomen, coating them handsomely if I do
say so myself!

I turn around and French kiss him, swapping his cum from my mouth to
his. This causes him to kiss more passionately than usual, slowing the
deflation of our erections by several minutes until all his cum is
consumed. I look down at my cum drying and sticky on my belly and pubes and
together we say,

"Shower time!"

We walk hand in hand to the shower and I adjust the temperature of the
water. I wash his hair with shampoo feeling the thickness of youthful
hair. Even in the water, it maintains its beautiful color and gentle
waves. He returns the favor and washes mine. I use the body wash to begin
soaping his back and shoulders all the way down to his shapely ass. The
feel of his skin frictionless under my hand is so erotic. I use my hand
like a knife to cut between the two mounds that make up his ass
cheeks. Aaron bends forward instinctively and I soap up my index finger to
run in and out of his hole to clean it from any residue. I know there isn't
any to speak of; I just love the feel of his tight sphincter ring as my
finger, then fingers, run through it. I know my knuckles are sending jolts
of pleasure as they move in and out causing him to moan in ecstasy. I wash
his thighs, calves, and each foot, cleaning in between each toe
thoroughly. I treat each toe and the foot as a whole as individual cocks,
jacking them off one by one. Aaron repeats the same routine on me,
including the hole washing for which I am very proud of him. I am keenly
aware of how much I have missed this intimate, physical touch. I go through
each day just getting life done, unaware of how a loss of this intimacy has
robbed me of my humanity. I spend so much time alone, isolated, especially
during the pandemic that it has become the norm. But it isn't the norm; it
shouldn't be.

I turn him around and wash his face, his cheeks flush with youth, eyelids
with eyelashes any woman would kill to have. His elfin nose, his lips
incredibly sensual and his almost graceful neck all get touched as I wash
them deliberately. I move to his pecs, spending extra time on his areoles
and nipples. Only my bare fingers slick with body wash are worthy of his
navel as I begin washing from the center outward. I run my fingers through
his pubes and over each of his tantalizing hip bones spending even more
time carefully and seductively washing his cock and his balls. I marvel at
the beauty of his cut cock, hard as stone, and feel the ripple of his veins
as they move through my hand tunnel. I can't get enough of the sensuality
of his mushroom head as it bumps against my enclosing fingers as it moves
in and out, in and out. He responds as anticipated and then begins the
process of washing me in the same manner. He mercifully doesn't spend too
much time on my nipples. Such a good lad! When he finishes attending to my
crotch, he gets behind me and begins running his soapy hardened rod between
my thighs just below my balls. Thank you, gay porn! He doesn't come, but I
am certainly close.

We rinse off as the gentle rain-like water massages our skin and refreshes
us completely. I carefully and completely towel my 15-year-old boyfriend
dry, being especially gentle in sensitive areas. He returns the favor with
the same careful, deliberate technique. We finish our other bathroom
rituals of teeth brushing, hair combing, and reluctantly getting dressed,
at least in our briefs. While he finishes getting ready, I go into the
kitchen to start breakfast. Omelets with Swiss cheese, fresh spinach, and
crisp bacon are the order of the day. I add croissants that I toast in
butter in my ceramic pan. Aaron comes in and wraps his arms around my chest
and kisses me gently on the neck looking at the things I am
preparing. "Oui, Oui! I see We are having croissants in our little cafe in
Paris!" It is the worst French accent mixed with German I think I have ever
heard.

I stop what I am doing, looking at him with a side-eye look and deadpan,
"Don't ever try and speak French again, Boyfriend."

He has this look of shock and hurt on his face and then we both start
laughing. It's so good to have someone to laugh with, someone to hold and
caress, someone to cook for.

As we eat, I ask Aaron how he is feeling about everything that has
transpired.

"I feel good about it, other than the fact we have to hide what we are
doing from others. I want people to just, as you said, live and let live."

"That is not going to happen, Aaron. I cannot stress the importance of
keeping completely quiet about us. No inside jokes, no hidden glances, no
touching, other than an occasional high-five or handshake, when we're in
public. This may be harder to do than either one of us realizes. I feel
terrible about having to lie to your dad, but it is absolutely necessary."
The panic in me is starting to rise as I contemplate the ramifications of
our relationship: the damage to Aaron's relationship with his dad and his
reputation, the loss of my business and career as a graphic designer, jail
time, and lifetime registration as a sex offender, just to name the Top
Five.

Aaron senses my panic and reaches across the table to hold my hand. In
reassuring tones beyond the years of a 15-year-old he says, "Hey, it will
be alright. We can do this."

"For 3 years?! That's how long we need to pull off this charade for us not
to end up hurting a lot of people. Aaron, I love you but I know the reality
of the insurmountable odds of keeping this quiet."

"Don't push me away, Ray. I finally am realizing the life I have dreamed
about for so long. I need you. I love my dad. I don't need you to be my
dad. I don't feel abandoned or rejected by him. I get why my parents had to
get divorced. If they hadn't married I never would have been born and that
would be awful. I'm just now loving life and feeling like a whole person. I
know it's happened fast and I know it is a scary future for the next three
years especially. But I also know I love you and I know we will make this
work."

Who is this kid?! He isn't a kid right now! I know I will have to trust him
more than I have trusted anyone else in my entire life, and that is
probably the scariest part. I squeeze his hand and interlace our
fingers. "Okay, Aaron, I have to trust this will work. You are going to
have to remind me over and over we can make this work."

"I will, boyfriend, I will."

"For now, you need to go home and make the place look like you've been
there all weekend. We need to keep our distance a bit and come over to swim
after your dad says it's okay. Or better yet, bring your dad over when he's
around."

"Good idea. He really isn't around much anymore. I know he has to work a
lot more to pay the bills since Mom isn't around to help. He didn't want to
ask for child support but he may have to if things keep going the way they
are now with everything being more expensive."

"And another thing: when you come over, dress in normal teen-guy clothes,
please! I don't really want to get a hard-on when your dad comes over with
you and you're wearing Spandex shorts and no underwear. And ABSOLUTELY no
Speedos, you sexy beast! You certainly can wear those if your dad is out of
town, but otherwise, board shorts and underwear-- preferably with a
padlock!"

Aaron laughs as he visualizes a chastity belt with a humongous padlock on
the front. He walks around the table, leans over, and kisses me. He states
fervently, "I promise, Boyfriend!" as he holds up two fingers in a Boy
Scout salute.

I swat him on his firm ass and tell him, "Now, get outta here and get this
charade started!"

Aaron kisses his two fingers from the salute and blows it at me, as he
heads for the door.

"And remember, Aaron--- I love you!"

"And I love you, Tiger!" and he ends it with a growl.

I begin cleaning up the kitchen and changing the sheets. I cannot believe
how empty I feel with Aaron gone. It's only been two days since we've been
together but it feels like a lifetime. In my mind, I am running through all
the moments over the last 48 hours and how this 15-year-old boyfriend has
woven himself into my life already. This is crazy!

My stomach starts rumbling and seeing it is 4:30 p.m., I realize it is
already time to start thinking about dinner. I am in a quandary: fix
something or go out. The doorbell rings and my heart and my thoughts start
racing: Aaron is coming over to tell me his dad has been transferred
overseas for his job and Aaron is going to come live with me. (I have a
rich fantasy life!)

I open the door and find Aaron's dad standing there.  He has no expression
on his face, arms to his side. My heart is literally in my throat. I manage
to choke out, "Steven, you're home!" He doesn't say a word; just stands
there expressionless.

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