Date: Sun, 27 Dec 2009 12:04:07 -0500
From: junkies.in.the.sky@gmail.com
Subject: Twisting Angels: Chapter 3

DISCLAIMER : This story involves a twenty-something man having sex with an
eight years old boy. Check your local laws about that kind of stuff before
delving any deeper. Now, if it's okay for you to read this, you're more
than welcome to drop those pants.

This chapter has been three years in the making, so IF YOU LIKED IT,
PLEASE, GIMME SOME FEEDBACK at junkies.in.the.sky@gmail.com . During those
years I started numerous other stories which I never finished, as well as
planned a future beyond Chapter 3 for Twisting Angels -- a fourth chapter
in the current setting, this time in the eyes of Jason, and then a radical
change: I would jump straight to Cody's teenage years. I'd love to write
those things, but I need motivation; knowing there are people genuinely
enjoying that stuff is the strongest motivation of all.

Special thanks to Greg for his revision, even if there's not much of it
left given the incessant rewriting since Chapter 2.

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"Jason? Follow me. I need to talk with you."  His voice wasn't demanding,
just emphatic.

"Hang on a sec!"

"I'm sorry Jason, but whatever it is you're doing, stop it! You're coming
with me right now!"

"Jesus, Bill, what's the point?"

"We really need to talk."

I followed Bill to his little office and sat down in front of his desk. He
pulled the blinds to the rest of the office for privacy and sat in his
chair, looking straight in my eyes.

"So, what is it Jason?"

"What do you mean, 'What is it?'"

"We've been friends for so long, I can see when you're fine and when
something's just plain wrong. Since last week, you look so disturbed,
you're so down, that the whole staff goes down with you. I could have
personally killed their cats and dogs and I think they'd still be
happier. Everybody loves you here and everybody is wondering what the hell
is going on with you. So I'll ask you the question once again: what is it?"

I had known Bill since my college days. I was the dreamy artist and he was
the ambitious businessman, we were completing each other pretty nicely and
working together very often. When he founded his own newspaper, he offered
me a place as an editor-in-chief for the Arts section, but I refused. I
wanted to be a simple journalist; nothing more. He gave me what I asked
for, but always consulted me when he had to make artistic decisions about
the journal. As a result, all the staff knew me as a friendly, humble guy
who wanted to serve the Lord one piece of art at a time. I still have the
job today; the best job in the world.

However, since my nightly sex sessions with Cody last week, I was as bitter
as I could be. When Cody was around, I hid my pain. I didn't want him to
feel guilty all over again. But as soon as he was not there, I no longer
had to force myself to pretend I was fine with the way my life was
heading. I was afraid. Of the consequences, of hurting him, of my
reflection in the mirror, of the strong possibility that, sooner or later,
someone would rip him away from me.

"Everything's okay, Bill. I swear!"

"Yeah, sure! We're all a bunch of fools and you are totally fine! Come on,
Jason. Don't be so ridiculous."

"What's going on is not a big deal, Bill; really. I'm gonna take care of it
myself. It's just that my personal life is a bit messy and I need to sort
it out, that's all."  I was doing a horrible job of making this less of a
problem than it actually was.

"Is it related to the arrival of that young fellow in your life?"

"Bill, I thought we made it clear that we would not talk about that
again. I just had to talk about it with someone but I don't want to go into
the details."

"It just doesn't make sense, Jason! You can't randomly pick up kids on the
street and keep them at home like that! Why are you doing such a stupid,
dangerous and totally mindless thing?"  He was getting pretty agitated.  I
couldn't blame him.

"I don't know! Can't you just get over it? Jesus Christ! I already told you
that I don't even know the answer myself."

"So what's the problem? You want to shoot your load?"

What the...?

"Bill, what the hell are you thinking!? I'm not a freaking pedophile!" Oh,
the irony...

"What? Are you stupid? I wasn't talking about fucking the kid! I was just
talking about having sex, like, in general! It's been three years since
you've had sexual intercourse of just about ANY nature, if my memory serves
me well. That is, unless you are very secretive about it..."

"Nah, you're right. It's been 3 years since I've had sex with someone." I
took a deep breath; the kind you take before bullshitting someone. "And
that's the problem. But...you know I hate talking about sex."

"Now that you've got a kid at home, you'd like to have a wife and all
that. Am I wrong?"

He was. But since he placed the perfect lies right in my mouth, I took the
opportunity of simply repeating them.

"Well, you know, a kid needs a mother and his presence just reminds me of
how incomplete I am, how empty the house is."

"Seriously Jason. What's your relationship with this kid, exactly?" God!
The discussion was leaning on the freaky side.  Was I so transparent?

"What do you mean, 'exactly'?"

"If you're searching for a mother, you see yourself as a father. If you see
yourself as a father, well, that means you're so deep in this shit that I
won't be able to pull you out. You're not the father of this kid and sooner
or later the persons whose duty it is to take care of him will come back!
Be it an orphanage or his actual parents, it WILL happen! Give up while you
still can!"

"He's safe with me. He's playful, happy, loving and --"

"Skip the bullshit. It's all about YOU, Jason. How do YOU feel about him
being around?"

"I feel just the same. He will be better off by my side than anywhere
else. We complete each other very nicely and we tend to love the same
things. You know how I've always been a little boy in a man's body..." Ah,
those double-edged words...

"And that's basically putting two kids together and hoping it will work
out. You leave him alone all day long, you're not taking any legal steps to
actually adopt him, you're not looking for a mother... the list is long and
you are being totally irresponsible. Jason, this is really hard for me to
say but, you're fired."

"What? In this situation? In this context? What the fuck, Bill? What the
freaking fuck is wrong with you!?"

"Relax! It's just a temporary measure. And you'll get paid, just the same
as if you were here, at work, every day. But you've got to sort these
things out and I can't let you do such irresponsible things as leaving a
kid alone in an apartment all day long. Everyday you come here, you just
try to escape the problem. I think there's more to it than just you needing
a woman."

"Like what?"

"Well... the way you're talking about this kid, I have the feeling that
something's going on between you and him; something very special that I
can't quite identify but...it looks like love to me."

"What are you trying to say here, Bill?" My heart was thumping in my chest.

"Well, that you're in love with that boy."

I exploded.

"WHAT!? Oh now, that's fine! Yeah, I fuck the kid's ass, I've got no heart,
no soul, I'm in there only because I want to f--"

"Oh please, that's disgusting! I don't mean that kind of love!" Bill had
finally gotten up and moved around to sit on his desk, in front of me.

"But what other kind of love is there?" I asked, holding back the tears
which would, iif let out, betray me.

"Fatherly love, of course! But it's love anyway. And as he's not your own
son, you fell for him, in a way."

"I'm not his father and I know that perfectly well!"

"We both know you're not his father, but your actions don't quite reflect
that."

"I don't... I don't act like I'm his father," I shrugged. "I just want to
help a kid in need of help. That's all."

"The more you deny it, the more real it gets, unless you're trying to hide
something bigger."

"Bill, will you stop with these sick, utterly disturbing pretenses?"

"Jason... how many people actually 'help' kids your way?" A dead silence
filled the room for a dozen seconds. "So really, I'd like it to be just
some kind of a father-son relationship growing between you and him. Because
should it be anything else, I'm not sure I'd have the force and tolerance
to help you out. You must realize that you're not acting normal with this
kid and you must find out why."

I looked at the floor, knowing that it was better for me to say nothing at
all. Especially because he was right, in a way.

"So you're firing me?" He laid a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

"Right here and right now. Give me a call when the real Jason will be
back. I'll be more than happy to hire him. But as far as YOU are concerned,
you're... let's call it 'on vacation'. I'd like you to pack up your things,
even if we both know you'll be back. I want it to be pretty formal. What's
going on here is between us and must not be known by the rest of the
staff. That's a privilege for an old friend in need of help. So it must
look like you're fired and will not be paid."

"Thanks, Bill. I'll call you back in a week to let you know what's going
on."

"Take care of yourself, Jason; first and foremost."

"Don't worry. Thanks again."  He shook my hand and we parted.

***---***

I slammed the door behind me, putting the box that contained pretty much
everything I had on my work desk beside me. I walked my way to the living
room. Cody was there, playing New Super Mario Bros. Wii, having a blast
just like the kids from 1985. Some things just refuse to get old... like
me.

"Jason!"

He ran my way and snuggled his little self onto my legs, dick, balls and
lower stomach with affection, causing much discomfort on my part.  I loved
it.

"What's up? It's so early!"  I held him at arms length so I could see his
face while we talked.  God, I was lucky to have him!

"Well, I've decided to take a little vacation to spend more time with you."
I lied.

"Oh yeah! That's so cool! Could we...?" The wink of his eye left no doubt
as to what was running through his little mind. From the moment I left the
office, I knew where I was headed. But Bill, even if he identified the
wrong problem, had the right solution. Everything between Cody and me had
to be clear. It was another one of those 'moments', like the other night.
I took the giant step.

"I guess we could."

"Like when?"  He was almost dancing, every part of him, between his feet
and his grin.

"Like now. Right here and now."  He did this little spin, childish, until
he said,

"Fuck yeah..."  Then he got right to his mission.

He squeezed his little hand past the waistband of my jeans and wrestled a
bit with my underwear. His hand wrapped around my firm, hard,
trembling... whatever you want to call it. He moved his hand very slowly,
being careful not to trigger anything too quickly, and then proceeded to
smear my precum all over pretty much everything in the area, his hand
included. It was so slick, I couldn't even guess how much of that stuff was
oozing out.

I was impossibly careless about what was happening though. His
ministrations, which would have once sent me to heaven in 2 seconds, were
of a troubling banality to me this time. I kind of knew why but, at the
same time, the reasons I found were easier to deny than to accept. I wanted
more. I wanted more and I knew it wasn't right but my whole body refused to
react to Cody's softest ministrations.

We were so madly in love, and so fully aware of it, that it was impossible
for either of us to plan ahead; we were not in control. Something greater
than us was going on. Cody would be penetrated in just a few minutes. He
knew it; I knew it. It was the next logical step after last night and Cody
was surely not into foreplay that time (had he ever been?). If he wanted to
have any kind of foreplay, my dick would have been bobbing in his tender,
white, small mouth right now. Instead, his precum-covered hand rested on
his puckered ring of flesh, spreading the juice on the outside. Would I
even survive through this ?

He was naked. How and when he removed his clothes, I don't know. Everything
was happening very fast, almost as if every movement, every gesture served
the unique goal of jamming my dick in his ass.  He seemed as excited as he
could be, but a strange fear glittering in his eyes revealed that he had
not forgotten of the other times a man entered him. As I was wondering if I
would be able to look at myself in a mirror after having penetrated an
eight years old boy, after penetrating my little Cody, he was probably
wondering if he'd be able to relate to anything else than pain, humiliation
and sorrow while he'd be taking me in.

It was not so much a question of wanting to do it or not, however. It would
happen. It was inevitable this time. I was totally helpless in front of
that eight years old, self-fingering, sinuous, moaning, bent little boy. We
were horny, we were primed; our fears were not at the front but rather
screaming from the back rows. I took my pants and underwear off, looking at
my unforgiving erection, knowing where it was headed. I took a deep
breath...

"What the fuck are we doing, Cody ?" The words were harsh, but I was still
calm.

"You know."

"I love you. I love you so much."

He laid on his back, on the floor, looking at me between his thin white
legs, smiling.

"I love you too. I'm just scared."

"But so am I."

"So you know what we're doing." He pulled his ass cheeks apart. "Eat me."

I couldn't do it. I couldn't do it, yet I was laying down, I was burying my
lips between his buttocks. I flicked my tongue on his anus, pressing, with
fury, against the little opening. From the taste, I could know he took a
shower within the last two hours our so, as the sole flavor of my precum
was soaring in my mouth. He was so clean down there, I couldn't believe
it. The feeling was incredible!  Progressively, my tongue cracked inside
and at that point he released his butt cheeks. The little bulbs of flesh
were constricting my face, but I didn't care. I totally loved it. I started
fucking my underaged lover with my tongue, lubricating as I made my way as
deep as I could. It was beyond my wildest dreams.  He was so perfect.

Cody screamed for more and I quickly understood that if I kept doing that
for too long, he would cum. I stopped sucking his little boy ass and
planted lots of kisses across his stomach, then on his torso and finally on
his cheeks to end up turning him around, into a wonderful French kiss. I
took his little body in my strong arms (well, I was nowhere near being
muscular. But by comparison to him, I was a titan!) and I rolled us over on
the floor. We were cuddled like a pair of spoons, lying on our sides.  Just
the searing heat of bodies together had me so close to lift off.  I swung
my hips forward, moving everything into place; lining me up with his
delicious well. But I couldn't push it in.

"It's so stupid, Cody. I just can't do it."

"I'm afraid."

"We should just stop before we go too far. It's not the right time." He
gripped me.

"There's no right time. I'll always be afraid until someone teaches me."

"I can't!"

"Give it to me..." He was slowly grinding himself onto me, shivering with
fear and doubt.

"Oh Lord, please forgive me."

"Give... it... to me!"

I grabbed his feeble hips roughly and quickly lifted him in the air, only
to delicately lay him on his back. I folded his legs back towards his chest
and positioned myself on top of him. I left one hand firmly grasped around
his hips while, with the other, I placed my dick on his piping hot
anus. Closing my eyes, I grasped his hips again with both hands and
prepared to enter.

"I'm afraid too, Cody."

I stopped supporting my own weight and pulled on his hips slowly, watching
myself disappear inside of him in awe.

"I'm afraid to hurt you."

The sensations were simply fantastic. I could not stop sinking. Cody was
breathing hard, his eyes firmly shut, his body tensed. But it was way too
great for me to ask him if he was alright. I would have stopped if he
complained about it, but otherwise, I would push myself all the way in.

"I'm afraid to lose control. It feels so good... too good."

"J... Jason?"

"Yeah?" I kept going.

"Is there a... a lot to stuff in, still?"  It was almost a groan.

"'bout two inches."

"Good..."  Relieved, I think.

I could feel that I was of a bigger caliber than Cody was used to. The way
he asked the question, painfully speaking, was one indication. The fact
that he instinctively squeezed me inside, opposing unwanted resistance to
my entry, was the ultimate confirmation. I was not worried, though. He had
not told me he wanted to stop yet. I started pulling harder to get the last
inch in, but he did not seem to open up. I forced a bit more and instead of
feeling my hips bucking against his ass, I heard him squealing.

"Owww!"

To my surprise, my reaction was not to stop. Instinctively, I released his
hips, which allowed for half an inch to slip out, and then, instead of the
constant pull I applied since the start, I violently pulled him back to me
in one quick motion, swinging my hips in his direction. This time, I
bottomed out. Cody completely tensed up, howling in pain. I wrapped myself
around him and whispered in his ear,

"It's gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay."

I felt a tear rolling on my neck and that was all I needed to feel guilty
all over again; this time more than ever.

"Oh Cody, what have I done !? Did it... did it hurt that bad?"

"No, I'm gonna be okay. Just don't move for a moment. You're longer than I
thought you were."

"You're not mad at me, are you?"

"Nah... I'm... I'm not mad. I wanted you in me and I got what I asked for."

"You're sure you --"

"Shhhhhh..."

We remained silent, wrapped around each other. I could feel his heartbeat,
his trembling hands as he tried to get used to the pain. I lightly,
lovingly bit his ears, kissing my way to his neck. He held my face,
grasping my hair from time to time as I sucked his nipples. That was as far
as I could go, though. Cody wiggled his ass around, which felt very nice. I
guess that if that helped him being comfortable, I was okay with that. He
started moaning a bit, which at first I thought was the result of my oral
attention. But I was wrong. He was not moaning.

"Cody, you're crying..."

"It's okay, it's okay."

"No! It's absolutely NOT okay! Why are you --" I was losing my erection.

"No! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Cody started hitting me with both hands, pleading
for me to fuck him. He was panicked, angry and bitter.

"No way, I'm slipping out." He punched me in the face.

"FUCK ME!!!" I held his arms down, furious.

"Oww! You fucking brat, I do this for your own good ! Can't you see !?" I
pushed myself away from him. Cody burst in a torrent of cries and tears,
hitting his own legs with his fists before curling up in a little ball.

"Oh Cody, it's not the way I wanted it to be at all !"  I couldn't even
think straight enough to explain. I brutalized him, I failed him, but he
didn't seem to care for that. He just wanted me to fuck him desperately,
but I couldn't begin to understand why.

He started crying harder and I was once again helpless in front of him,
however not for quite the same reasons as before. Fearing I would hurt him
even more, I did not even want to touch him.

***---***

I remembered Jason's warnings about getting involved, shooting for
love... I was in the middle of something he predicted. To think that a man
and a boy could live a love relationship was already foolish enough; to
think it would be any easier with my past weighting in the balance was
simply nuts. So yeah, maybe I was really a whore.

He was crying as well.

I mumbled some words, "I'm sorry", to try and make him feel better.

He dropped to my feet, kissing my toes and holding me tight. His kisses
went along my legs and across my tummy, his big arms and hands fondling my
entire body. Soon we were face to face. His eyes lit up.

"Forgive me, Cody."

"No Jason, it's all my fault. You were right about --"

He smacked his lips against mine, pulling me even closer to him. I've never
seen him in such a state. Instinctively, my mouth dropped open, letting him
invade me. His hands roamed over my back and he rythmically clamped them
around my butt. He bit my lips lightly and grabbed my erected penis. I was
now totally obedient, like under a spell.

"It doesn't matter whose fault it is. Your beauty is divine and my feelings
towards you show no signs of dying. They grow bigger with each passing
second and, right now, the only thing I can think about is sinking inside
of you once again."

"Jason, listen. I think you were right about us being better not
to... 'bond'"

"I'm not here to play that silly I-told-ya-so game. It would be a little
late for that, wouldn't it ?"

"Can't we just go back ?"

"No. We can't and we should not try to. The problem will not solve itself
if we become distant : we must remain togheter, closer than ever. I was
stupidly, very stupidly afraid of breaking you some more. You know, when
you try to help someone but just fuel the problem instead. I'm usually
pretty good at that. It might seem a bit weird, but I'm fragile, too."

"What do you mean ?"

"Cody... since my teenage years, I look at little boys with burning
desire. I jacked off to childporn, had twisted fantasies and I even spied
on some naked boys, in a sports centre, when I was sixteen. But doing just
that made me feel like a total piece of thrash. I hated myself for desiring
what I morally couldn't even dream to obtain. Years passed and I lived my
sexual life with all the frustration it implied; never fucking with the few
girls I really desired, ending up in bed with men who finally did not
fulfill my interest towards males, because they were, to my despair, always
too old. And then there's you. You know, I was proud of myself because
before your arrival, I resisted my dirty desires, never crossing the line,
never becoming the pedophile my dick wanted me to be. Over the course of
the last weeks, my focus changed a bit. I just couldn't resist you, your
clever mind, your gorgeous body and, most importantly, your intentions. You
wanted to have sex with me, you wanted to be in love with me. The situation
was just so perfect, I couldn't say no. So as I said, the focus changed :
instead of trying to avoid being a pedophile, which I obviously was, I
wanted to avoid hurting you. And up to just now, that was a relative
success. But when I forcefully bottomed into you, it was just plain wrong
to me. Oh sure, while I was doing it, it felt great, but I don't think you
can even understand how devastated I felt after. All that brutality... My
first fucks with dudes were mostly like that, but with a little boy like
you, I just couldn't accept the fact that I made no difference. In my own
mind, I was a monster, no matter what.I'm the only one to blame."

"You're not a monster."

"You cried, Cody. Some things just don't lie."

"It was not that."

"Then why were you crying ? And why did you hit me after !?"

"I like to hate it because normal little boys are supposed to."

"I don't understand. If you hate it, why do you keep doing it ?" I looked
down. I could feel the shame rising from my bowels.

"It always feels good. Even when it's painful. It always feels good, at
least a little. I want more pain because I don't want to like it. Little
boys are not supposed to like that. Only whores do. I don't want be a
whore."

"Cody, you are not a whore."

"Yes I am. I was paid to do... that. And when the men were gentle, I wanted
to hate it so much, but I couldn't. So I decided that I would never love
sex with anyone ever again. I asked the men to be rough and when they
refused, I was rough with them. And if they continued to treat me well, I'd
find other ways to hate them. I didn't want to be a whore. I don't want to
be a whore."

"But... it's not the same ! We're in love Cody !"

"I know ! No matter how hard you pushed, I still loved you so much, it
couldn't feel anything but great. Yet, I couldn't be okay feeling like
that. I couldn't and I can't."

"Cody..."

"Yeah ?"

"Maybe you shouldn't fear the gifts love brings you."

"Loving and fucking someone just don't add up for me Jason. Just thinking
of it scares me. I want the feelings... and I want you. But I know that
from the moment you'll be inside of me, maybe even before, when the tip of
your dick will touch my anus, I'll tell you to take me. Hard. I'll tell you
to slam inside. And then, you're right : everything will go wrong."

"No. Not this time. I will be there. I'll hold your hand. Now I understand
what's going on with you and I will just keep going slow. I swear."

"Jason, I don't want to."

"Why ?"

"I'm... still afraid."

"What are you afraid of ?"

"Loving it."

"Cody, quit it ! We've done so much already, in the moonlight. You're not a
normal little boy and won't ever be again. You're much better than
that. And you are NOT A WHORE."

He kissed my cheeks, went south to my shoulders and landed his lips on my
nipples. Slowly, his tongue traced circles on the aureolas, leaving my in a
state of both despair and happinness. To have sex was one thing, but to
fuck was the ultimate step. I could already tell where this was going to
and I was already loving it, despite my best efforts. Tears welled up my
eyes as I understood that my greatest taboo would be broken tonight. When
his kissing ceased, my feet left the ground. Jason carried me, a nuptial
pride gleaming in the back of his watery eyes, all the way to the bed where
he laid me delicately, carefully. He tickled me with the very tip of his
fingers, watching the streams of tears flowing at each side of my face. He
smiled and whispered in my ears...

"Don't ever look back, Cody. There's nothing to be afraid of. If you feel
you need to cry, then cry. If it hurts, say it. But we've got to get
through this, don't you think ?"

I nodded, my voice too constricted to speak.

"You trust me ?"

I nodded once again. If he only knew that the only person I wasn't trusting
in here was my own self. He looked in my eyes, deadly serious and
incredibly loving.

"Which position would please you best ?"

"Just like last time." I spoke with great difficulty, yet I appreciated the
question.

"You're sure you would not like it better to be on all four ? It sounds
more comfortable for you to me."

"Your cock will not slide in as easily, and that's the most painful part of
it. So I'd prefer to do it just like last time."

"Okay. If you say it's better for you, that's okay with me."

He arched sideways, reaching out for a drawer in the dresser at the left of
the bed. He took a little red tube out and removed the little screwcap that
sealed it. He took my legs in his hands, which were very hot on my cold
skin, and folded them onto me, just like last time. He released them and
squeezed the tube. A pink, translucent substance landed on one of his
fingers.

"It's strawberry-flavored. It's been a while since it's got any use but it
feels just as slimy as last time."

I was nearly over with crying when his lube-coated finger touched my
ass. He circled my anus carefully before he tried to push the finger in.

"I feel that you're still tensed up. Relax..."

I closed my eyes and searched for peace but I stayed incredibly stiff and
nervous. It just was not right for me to love this. Sucking,
touching... kids do that sometime, exploring one another's body. But
fucking ? I started to cry again.

"Jeez, Cody ! What's the matter ?"

"I don't know ! I don't know !"

"Would you prefer to stop ?"

"No. Go ahead."

"I can't. That's going to hurt you like mad if you're that tensed up. When
we did it last time, you were not that tensed and it did hurt you. I can't
let that happen. Show me that back of yours. I'm gonna give you a good
massage."

"Okay."

I did as instructed, laying on my tummy. He once again opened up the drawer
of the dresser, this time taking out a big glass bottle.

"That's my massage oil. The last time I used it, it was to calm down Bill
before an important meeting. It was not nearly as erotic as now. Thinking
of it, it was not erotic at all."

I giggled and as I did, I was the first one surprised.

"Was that a giggle ?!"

"Yeah ! I just had that image of you on top of Bill, kind of thinking 'Why
am I doing that shit ?'. It was very funny to me."

"Well, Bill changed quite a bit since the moment the photos I shown you
were taken."

"Does he look any better now ?"

"Nope, he still managed to put even more weight on..."

I laughed again.

"Hey !"

"It's even funnier !"

"Hold on, he's not morbidly obese either."

"I haven't said that !"

"I know but it's just like... of course I was not like 'Oh my God! I so
happy to mold Bill's back !' but I was not puking in a bucket either."

"I'm sure you made a funny face."

"You bet ! But you know, Bill's such a good friend of mine, I can't think
of something I wouldn't do for him."

"I'd like to have such a friend."

"Well, if I can get you to attend to school, you surely will."

"I'm too retarded for school !" I giggled.

"Cody ! Don't ever say, don't ever think such a thing !" He shouted in an
angry voice. "You're a very intelligent boy and there's no reason you
couldn't pick up what you missed from here until next September. There's
gonna be enough mean people to tell you you're stupid, don't join them. You
gotta believe in yourself, because nobody else will do it for you !"

"You will."

"I'm always gonna be there for you my angel. But it all starts here." He
posed his hands on my back, applying huge pression. "So never let someone,
ANYONE say anything negative about you."

"What if they are right ?"

"Sometimes, it's true, some people are right when they're telling you mean
things. But most of the time, these people are your friends or people very
close to you. There can be dialogue in these situations. Facing strangers,
however... ignore them or respond, but never give them what they want,
never take the hit."

"Jason ?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Cody. I love you so much ! But enough with that ! Your
massage is about to start. I must warn you, it's gonna hurt like hell at
first. See, I'm a bit rough with my massages. But once we will be started,
you'll never want me to stop and you will feel a very profound peace
filling your soul."

"Okay, I'm ready."

His oily fingers waved across my back until they stumbled across two little
points. Jason tipped his thumbs in my flesh and then squeezed the hell out
of my back, digging, pushing like crazy. I tensed up.

"OWWWWWWW !!! FUCK !!!"

His hands lowered a bit and he repeated the maneuver.

"AWWWW !!"

"I warned you. Just wait a bit. It will get to the good part."

He proceeded all the way down to my ass before he did it again on his way
up. It was not as painful this time, but still, I could not really say I
was enjoying it. Once at the top of my back once again, he concentrated on
the upper region, litteraly molding my back in his slippery hands. But just
as I had lost any hope, it started to take effect. The heat of his hands
penetrated my flesh and my muscles felt empty, totally dead. By contrast,
the rest of my back felt all jiggly and nervous. I couldn't wait for Jason
to crush it up and squeeze the stress out of me. I even started to moan in
pleasure.

"Oh, is my little boy loving it, all of a sudden ?"

"It's fucking awesome."

"Wanna know the best one ?"

"Yeah."

"Bill was moaning, too."

"Ewwwwwwwww !!" I giggled (yeah, again).

"That's exactly what I thought back then !"

"You're funny."

"You're beautiful."

"To each his own !"

"Hey, that's not fair !"

"Just kidding."

"I know, I know. But still, you ARE beautiful."

I felt blood rushing to my face. His compliments were still embarassing
me. "Thanks. I think you're very beautiful, too."

"What do you like about me, exactly ?"

"Wow... Can I think about it for a second ?"

"Take your time, I'm not even at the middle of your back yet."

"I like your eyes. I like how they're always blue and bright, no matter how
you feel. I also like the way your nose and your mouth are very small. If I
look at you very quickly, I swear you look just like a teenager. Especially
when your thick, brown hair falls in your face. I like your cock because
it's long and thick. I've got the real deal with that one, because it's not
too long either. Just a bit more than what I'm used to. I also think I'd
like your ass if it was bald."

"I can work that out for you. I kind of agree that it's not the kind of
place where growing hair is cool."

"And uh... I like your nipples. That's pretty much it. But that's already a
lot to love !"

"I think you forgot a little something."

"Like what ?"

"Like my hands."

"Well, yeah, of course, they feel very nice right now."

"You like it ?"

"I rarely felt any better than right now."

"Like when ? Like that other night in the kitchen ?"

"That was... special."

"I think it was the best moment of my whole life."

"Really ?"

"Sure ! What's yours ?"

"I thought it was that night, too. But right now... I don't know. I feel
like something huge is going to happen tonight and just thinking about it
makes me very excited and nervous. But at the same time, I feel so relaxed
when you're massaging my back like that."

"And I'm not finished yet."

We went silent for the rest of the massage. I felt all his love dropping
from his fingers onto me, all his affection was expressed in this violent
flesh mash-up. Nothing really needed to be said. I was still afraid of our
impending lovemaking, but I just could not panic in such a state. I was
surrounded by his love, drowning in comfort. The only sounds that were
audible were my moans, the squeaking bed and his hands sliding on my
skin. It was just perfect.

Yet everything comes to an end and before I knew it, I felt the warmth of
his hands reaching my ass. His fingers swept through the crack slowly,
coming back for more, nearing on the entrance and finally touching it. He
opened my ass crack to it's fullest with two of his fingers and I felt
something cold on my rosebud. It was the lube, I knew it, but it still felt
special. His finger dipped inside of me with great ease. He wiggled it
inside to spread the lube and then added a second finger. He moved the two
fingers in opposite directions to stretch me a bit.

"Does it hurt ?"

"No. T'feels alright so far."

"Okay. I'll add another finger, do some more stretching and then... we're
in for the real deal."

"Jason ?"

"Yeah ?"

"Let's do it now."

"You're sure about that ?"

"Yeah."

"Turn on your back then."

I wanted him to penetrate me in the next minutes. It was not a sexual
desire : I just felt the fear and uncertainty rising inside of me once
again, the effect of his massage wearing off. I was getting all nervous and
that would ruin it once again. I could not wait any longer. I turned on my
back and lifted my legs in the air, positioning myself for him. I looked in
his eyes and I only needed one more thing to sail with my lover into
uncharted territory : love.

"Before we go any further... kiss me."

His cute, adolescent-looking face neared onto mine and when our lips
touched, a part of my fright died. His tongue found it's way to mine and he
caressed my cheeks with his hands. He was shaking and crying, but I decided
to keep on kissing him. I enlaced him in my arms and drove my hands in
direction of his fuzzy hair, where I mindlessly rubbed them. Our kiss
slowed down, a thick connection of saliva building between our dancing
tongues. We weren't really moving them anymore, but just endlessly
spiraling downard on each other's. That's when I felt it : the call. I
stopped kissing but Jason lagged a bit behind. When our mouths finally
disconnected, he slipped his hands all the way down to my dick, looked in
my eyes, still wiping his tears away, and finally spoke.

"I've never felt something so strong for anyone. God... I love you so much
Cody."

I was taken aback by his words. They meant so much to me. I couldn't
believe this was real. Someone was loving me THAT MUCH. So much that I
could feel his love irradiate my body, it was flowing in my veins, jumping
from his eyes to mine and back. My heart started to beat really fast and my
breathing was clunky.

"Make love to me."

The words felt awkward in my mouth, as I never thought I would be able to
pronounce them. But they came out in the sincerest of all fashions. I heard
the very unique sound of a hand greasing a dick with some lube, saw Jason's
body move a bit and then I felt his glans hit my moist opening. I wanted to
reel him in but refrained from doing so. Instead, I just closed my eyes,
smiled and gave him a calm nod. I made a big taking-a-dump push to open my
sphincter and the tip of his cock fell in my hole by itself. As I kept on
forcing, I felt his hips pushing. Slowly, the head plopped inside. I winced
a bit.

"Ok, I'm gonna stop here. Tell me when you're ready to take more inside."

No one ever cared about that first slap of pain before. It was just normal,
even to me. His attention was heartwarming.

"I love you Jason."

"I love you too, sweetheart."

I relaxed my sphincter and took time to breathe. My anus tightened around
his cock. It felt huge and warm inside of me... I wanted more.

"Gimme more." I said, with a very Jason-esque, lips-biting glance. It was
not out of imitation. It just happened like that.

He pushed himself into me and I resumed forcing. I could feel he had
something like two inches inside of me when I heard Jimmy whispering in my
head. "You like it, huh?". Yeah, I liked it. "Yeah, my little bitch likes
it !". No Jimmy, I'm not your bitch. Not anymore. "Look at you. Just six
and yet, you take it all. A normal little boy would not like it. But you
do. It's fine with me. It's gonna be our little secret. I'm gonna protect
you, and you, you're gonna be my own little cum slut."

I'm no longer six, Jimmy. I'm eight, I've got a lover and you can rot in
hell. It's over. I won't let you mess up my life anymore. You're just a
thought, just a memory. I can erase you. And I will.

"Kiss me, Jason. Kiss me and gimme more."

I felt his penis sliding faster into me, igniting my insides with the heat
of our love. A wave of pain went through me, triggering a little
squeal. Jason stopped everything.

"What are you doing !?"

"I'm taking care of you."

"Get in !"

"Cody, we're not gonna repeat the same mistakes all over again." By now,
Jason was breathing in heavy grunts, his eyes full of rage. "Trust me,
currently, there would be nothing easier for me than to slam my dick inside
of you and fuck you to death. But you deserve more than that."

I derserved more than that ? "Shut up, slut !" I felt Jimmy's hand smacking
my face, then my ass. It was just as if he was there, raping me once again,
his fingernails digging in my hips as he pushed and pulled on them. I
remember that, even in his overwhelming violence, he was always careful not
to leave any scars on me. "Whore ! Whore !" He rammed his throbbing teenage
cock in my ass with an intensity I've never seen anywhere else and if I
even tried to tell him to slow down, I had his spit flying in my face the
second after. My face went pale, my smile died. Jason knew I was slipping
away.

"Cody ? Cody, are you okay ?"

"He's there."

"Who's there ?"

"Jimmy."

"Who's Jimmy ?"

"He told me a six years old boy should not love sex. He told me I was a
whore for loving it. He told me he... loved me. That he loved me that
way. He told me no one else would."

"But I love you, Cody." Jason started crying. I felt no pity, no remorse.

"You didn't love me before I showed you my butt, before I sucked your
dick. You didn't want this to happen. I changed you, because I could not
hold back. Because I am a whore, a bitch. And now you only want to fuck
me."

"Why are you doing this to me ? Why are you hurting me so much ?"

"Fuck me. Do it."

"No, Cody, please, don't do that..." His voice ringed with despair and
panic. I felt a tide of hot water rising inside my stomach and guilt
started kicking in. We needed a miracle.

"Jason... Save me."

"Hug me. Tight." I enlaced him with my trembling arms and I felt our bodies
moving. I was lifting off the bed. Jason's hands cupped my back and pulled
me closer to him. I could feel his dick going increasingly softer in my
ass. He was standing up, holding me with one hand cupping my butt and the
other circling my back. He kissed me and I strangely replied. My face was
shaking, my breathing ragged, but I couldn't help but to kiss Jason back. I
felt his cock hardening again, a bit. He gradually released me and I could
feel myself sliding down on his penis.

"No one has the right to tell you this is wrong, Cody. I've been waiting
for you all my life, 26 years spent awaiting the one boy who would be able
to love me. A boy who would let me love him." My ass was full of his
cock. It stopped going in around the same place as before. This time he
didn't force himself into me. "You're not a whore. You're an angel. You are
able to love, to make love. Jimmy raped you, he betrayed you. He didn't
love you. He abused you. Yet, like the angel you are, you decided to
respond with no evil. You took the blame, you bowed down. But no more of
this. You are not a whore. You're the best thing to have ever happened in
my life. And no, you are not like the other boys. You're so much better..."
I started crying, gripping Jason as hard as I could; I was an angel.

"Ohhhhhhh Jason... YOU are my angel. Don't abandon me."

"We're twisted, twisting angels, Cody. I fell in love with you when I heard
the tone of your voice. I would have loved you without the sex, I would
have loved you like a father. I would have loved you anyway. I would die
for you. I would kill to protect you. And you offered your whole self to
me, you showed me your wounds. And I knew I had to heal you. I had to heal
myself. You've broken years of silence, solitude and doubt. You are saving
me, Cody. I will never abandon you. But you must not abandon me,
either. You must be strong." My desire for him grew stronger with every
word as Jimmy was now silenced in my head. I felt his warm penis, idle,
inside of me, with only one inch or so to fit in. I wanted that inch to
slip inside of me.

"Make love to me, Jason." I said it without even thinking, without even
feeling weird. I loved him. I loved what we were doing. My heart was
beating so fast I felt I would pass out any second, as I couldn't really
believe I was so close to purely enjoying sex. Jason laid me down on the
bed again, folded my legs and looked into my eyes, lovingly.

"Are you ready ?"

Proudly, I answered "Yes."

I was ready. He crawled on top of me and swung his hips forward, gently. I
was at peace. Serene. Relaxed. I felt the last inch of his cock slipping
into me with ease as a smile dawned on my face. Soon enough, his pubic hair
was tickling my butt cheeks. He pushed a bit still and he bottomed out. My
anus spasmed happily around his fat cock, sending shivers down my spine. I
could feel every movement he made, every pulse of blood in his manhood. I
gazed dreamily at his face. The moment was perfect. We battled our way
through the tears and into paradise. We were exhausted, but we were there.

"You feel so nice inside of me." I naturally crooned when talking. I felt
like this was my place in the world.

"Oh Cody..." He kissed my lips and pushed his tongue inside, slowly. I felt
his cock withdrawing from me, all the way up to the glans, then plunging
back into my ass smoothly; I moaned in his mouth and enlaced him with both
my arms. His rythm accelerated, becoming a little bit more erratic in his
re-entries and he brushed against my prostate by mistake. I jerked away
from him, howling in pure bliss.

"AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW FUCK YEAH !!!! YEAH ! OH SHIT YES ! Yessssssssssss..."

"Holy shit !"

I spasmed on the bed, my red hair swooping from one side of my face to the
next. I was smiling dumbly, my teeth exposed. I could feel the air blowing
on them with each twitch of my neck. When someone touched me from inside
like that, normally, I was in pain. But this time, I was all fine. I felt
only the intense pleasure and almost came right then. My reaction was so
strong, it scared the shit out of Jason who did completely let go of me and
withdrawed half his cock out of my ass. When I came back to my senses, I
realized I had an urge I never had before.

"Wow. Jason. I just can't believe this."

"Are you okay, Cody ?"

"Fuck yeah... you just hit that thing inside of me. I nearly came." His
eyes grew bigger.

"You mean I bumped into your prostate ?"

"Yeah."

"And you didn't cum ?!"

"Well, I don't think so."

"Tough cookie--" I interrupted him.

"Jason ?"

"Yeah ?"

"I wanna try something."

"Okay ?"

"Could you pull out and lay on the bed, on your back ?"

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, why ?"

"Just trust me."

"Alright." He kissed me on the cheek and I felt my insides moves, as if a
part of me was being ejected. Once his glans stumbled out of my anus, I was
gaping down there. But worse yet, I felt incomplete. I felt the need, the
URGE to drive Jason back inside me. And it was exactly what I had in
mind. Jason laid on the bed, I placed one knee on each side of his body and
grabbed his throbbing cock.

"Oh fuck, it feels so big in my hand. It pulses." Jason looked at me
feverishly, in disbelief. I straightned up his dick so that it would point
up, and aligned my ass with it. I then lowered myself on it. When it
brushed the inside of my buttcheeks, I couldn't suppress a little jump. My
eyes went shut, my mouth dropped open.

"Oh my God, Cody, oh my fucking God you're so sexy like that." I felt his
glans touching my puckered ring. I pushed myself down while forcing to open
my backdoor. The head slipped in with ease and I quickly allowed one inch
of hot Jason meat in my ass.

"Oh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Fuck, I wanted you back in me real bad."

Something was different. He was not fucking me; I was fucking myself onto
him. For the first time in my life, I not only had sex: I pursued it. I
started fucking myself on that first inch, wiggling up and down and moaning
to my heart's content, loving every second of it. Jason breathed with
difficulty, grasping my feet in his crunching hands.

Then I quickly swung down and took all of his manhood into me in one
motion.

I could feel my insides blossoming like a flower, dilating as his flesh
made it's way inside of me. He was so deep inside of me, so big, so
perfect, I gasped and shaked as I felt his legs meeting my ass. I bit my
bottom lip and winced as I felt a warm feeling washing over me; Jason had
my dick in his hand, he was masturbating me, his eyes closed, moaning. That
last inch, the one that was so hard to shove in me ? I was now fucking
myself on it. It came to me by instinct; I had to do it. I went
increasingly fast, my moanings became screams and then his dick stumbled
upon my prostate -- again.

***---***

Cody screamed so loud that I had to open my eyes to check on him. His arms
were arched behind him, pushing in the mattress, shaking, as his torso
inflated, curving, following his arching spine. His screams devolved in
boyish "Yeah!"s and he started shaking his ass up and down, grinding my the
middle of my penis against a tiny, hard spot. I felt his little cock wildly
jump in my hand. He tensed up. Amidst his screams, he would not hear me,
but I just had to say it.

"Damn you're so perfect."

Love took over me. My hands crawled upwards his small body, crossing his
navel, following the curve all the way up to his erect, cute little
nipples. I brushed each one with a thumb, now shaking. His sphincters were
milking me and I would soon cum. Then, Cody went limp. His smooth, thin
arms flailed foward, his ass fell down. Gravity made it so that I bottomed
in him. He collapsed on top of me, tugging my cock with his anus one last
time. It slipped out a bit. His sweaty red-russet hair covered my lips
while his mouth landed on my neck. I could feel his breath. He drooled a
little. Licked his own saliva off my neck. I went off.

***---***

Jason's hands slammed on my ass as the taste of his sweat danced in my
mouth. I was still seeing stars, still coming back down from the most
glorious cumming of my life. My nipples were still burning hot from the
quick rub he gave them while I climaxed.  He grunted heavily, blowing hot
air in my messy hairs. His penis jumped and twitched and I felt his hot,
sticky sperm shooting inside of me. The warmth spread through my stomach,
up in my lungs, over my heart and down my lifeless arms, which moved to
push myself away from the bed. Coming back to life never was sweeter than
then. I saw his face: his eyes were closed and a coy smile, full of
satisfaction, adorned his lips. I kissed him hastily as the warmth
originating from his cum sweeped my brain. His dick started deflating,
slipping out of my ass naturally.

"Fuck, Jason... I never felt anything better ! I wish you could stay in me
forever."

"Holy shit, Cody, that was so perfect."

"I..." My voice strangled, I felt tears coming. "I love you so much,
Jason."

"Yes, Cody. That was love. My precious, precious love..." He wrapped me in
his arms. I felt safe from any dangers in the world, surrounded by his
skin. I looked at his alarm clock. It was one in the afternoon and I wasn't
tired, I wasn't exhausted. I was horny. I accepted that. I wanted more sex
and, for the first time in my life, I was fine with that. I didn't want to
do it to repay Jason, I didn't want to do it to discover love -- I was in
love. And my lover made me horny. In fact, I was horny as fuck.

"I'm still horny as fuck."

"Yeah, I don't want it to end either." He caressed my back and kissed my
cheeks. "I'd like to try something but... it might disgust you."

"What is it ?"

"I'd like you to sit on my face while I'd curl up my lower body so you
could suck my cock." My eyes grew bigger.

"Whaaaaaa ? Why would you do that ?"

"I'd suck my cum out of your ass and, with chance, I'd be able to drop
another load in your mouth. Then, we'd french kiss, mixing the loads
together." Jason's face went red with embarassment while I, on the other
hand, grew a raging hard on.

"That sounds soooooooooooo hot ! But I don't know if it'll make me cum." I
felt my penis throbbing as I said the word 'cum'. "I kinda need to."

"Worst case scenario, I'll finish you after." He smiled and I just had to
kiss him. Our lips touched and parted, our tongues danced a little and then
I pushed away.

"I love you." I got up looked down. Jason was on the bed, looking at my
ass. I froze, marvelling at the moment. I couldn't believe I still wanted
more after what we did.

"Hurry up before my cum seeps out of your ass !"

I sat down on his face. His hot, humid breath brushed my skin before he
parted my bubblebutt and licked the ring. He stretched it with his tongue
and then his lips locked around my anus. He sucked with wild abandon. I
can't even describe how good it felt as my whole body was tingling. I could
feel the cum rushing downwards and his tongue going upstream, I could feel
my muscles clenching as my sphincters tensed with his suction. I looked in
front of me and in the middle of his curled legs, his erection was awaiting
me. I crawled to it carefully, avoiding any abrupt gesture that could've
unlocked his lips from my lovebud.

In our current position, I could only suck on the first three inches or so
of his cock, which annoyed me because I'm pretty good at deepthroating: I'd
have to hone different skills this time around, and do so quickly if I
wanted to make him cum before he'd be done cleaning my ass. I spat on one
of my hands before shoving in my mouth all the cock that I could reach. So
large. So thick. So yummy. I sucked, hard, brushed the piss slit with my
tongue, took it out, licked like an iced cream cone, took it back in,
circled it, sucked some more, kissed it, took it back in, under my tongue,
bathed with my saliva, washed it with the inside of my cheeks, adored it
with my whole heart.

Fuck, I felt so hot.

I plunged my wet hand between his ass cheeks: he jumped. He did not expect
me to do that. I inserted a finger in his anus while sucking on his glans
so hard my tongue actually did hurt; he started moaning in my ass and
pushed his tongue deep inside of me. A shiver went down my spine. I added a
second finger in his ass and started reaching deeper, twisting and turning
my digits while inside, searaching for his prostate as I could feel his
tongue reaching for the last of his cum inside of me. Then, in a moment of
grace, I hit the sweet spot; Jason's lower body jerked, veering further
towards me, shoving one additionnal inch of his dick in my mouth, shooting
jets of hot cum in my left cheek; by some divine intervention, his surprise
thrust avoided my teeth and went sideways into my mouth, but my jaw was now
open so wide it felt about to break. Jason came down from his orgasm, his
muscles going limp. I had to thrust forward to keep up with his falling
cock, lifting my butt off his face in the process. A few more blobs of cum
perled at the tip and I swooped them with my tongue. It was tempting to
swallow it all now. I turned back and saw his face, mouth agape, eyes
close.

I could see the load he shot in my ass, there, all in his mouth, with a
healthy dose of saliva. I hanged my head over his and spat his second load
in his mouth. In a surprise move, he pulled me closer to him and french
kissed me, blowing some of the cum back in my mouth. Our tongues danced and
fought in the abundance of sperm and then he took me in his arms and rolled
us over so that I was now laying on the bed and he was laying on top of
me. He started sucking really hard, so I swallowed everything I had in my
mouth: I wanted to drink some. It was dirty. So dirty, it couldn't be
anything else than heavenly; it was like sharing EVERYTHING. Jason broke
the kiss, lifted his head over mine and opened his mouth ever so slightly,
letting a thin stream of the sticky stew dribble on my face. He made his
way down and I felt the hot liquid gliding on my chest, my stomach, and
once he got over my cock, Jason just spat everything left. I was about to
explode with conflicted feelings; on the one hand, it was disgusting at
heart, yet on the other hand, I was almost spasming on the bed from the
hotness of it all. Then I felt Jason's mouth between my legs, engulfering,
sucking on everything at once: my penis, my balls, the skin between my legs
-- everything. I started shaking, punching the bed, and I came when his
hands covered my face to smear the droplets he left on his way to my cock.

I can't remember what went down after that. When I came back to my sense, I
felt his breath on my flaccid, pink penis, both his large hands spreading
the mix of his two loads and our saliva across my tummy.

I couldn't speak. I was spent. And yet, I had to say something. Something
important.

"I love you, Jason."

I felt him stifle a laughter, then kiss his way to my lips. And we kissed
again. So many tastes floating in our mouths.

"My twisted angel."

He squeezed me in his arms, panting. We drifted to sleep, his cum drying on
me. I knew the scents alone would brings us back to sex as soon as we would
wake up. I didn't care.

I was a boy. I was in love. We were angels.