Written by Renly Baratheon - renlybaratheon5@protonmail.ch Copyright © 2018
Characters and scenarios developed with Aaron Smith - asgb42@gmail.com
This story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed are entirely fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.
Please be aware, this story depicts sexual activity involving minors. The author implores readers to check on the legality of accessing this type of written content in your area before proceeding. This work of fiction is designed for entertainment purposes only and is not intended to advocate or promote the actions of the characters; particularly and especially in relation to any illegal activities.
It was a rarity that Jake and I would get home from work at the same time, but the traffic had been particularly bad for me today, so we both ended up pulling into the driveway at about 6:15pm. We both stepped out of our cars and I grabbed my laptop bag from the back seat.
I envied Jake's more casual clothing that he got wear to work, due to his job being basically outdoors the whole time, versus my desk-bound career. Though Jake did often mention how sexy I looked in a suit, so it wasn't all bad.
We grinned at each other as we stepped round our cars to stand in front of each other.
"Hey Danny-boy." Jake said to me softly as he fiddled with my tie.
"Hey sexy." I replied.
Jake pulled me in for a deep, passionate kiss. "Missed you." He said, breaking the kiss after a few seconds.
"Me too." I replied. With Jake it felt like that newly-wed honeymoon period that most couples experience never actually ended even though our ten year anniversary was coming up next year.
We ambled, side by side to our front door. I reached into my pocket, fished out my keys and unlocked the front door, pushing it open. We both stepped over the threshold and I dropped my bag at the bottom of the dark wood staircase that stood opposite the front door. We rounded the corner into the living room and were astounded by the sight that waited for us there.
David, one of our thirteen year old sons, was kneeling on the couch, chest resting on the back, ass in the air facing us square on. His pants were around his ankles so that his intensely round bubble butt was exposed to us. The only reason we couldn't see his actual hole was because it was obscured by one of his hands as he vigorously fingered himself. His other hand was wrapped around his dick and was slowly sliding up and down the shaft.
Jake was the first to react. "David! What the hell!"
The boy's head whipped round, excitement and fear in his eyes. "Daddy! Papa! You guys are late! I've been horny all day and I really need to be fucked!" The two fingers working David's boyhole did not slow down in the least.
Jake and I looked at each other with knowing smirks. While our family may be pretty untraditional, I wouldn't change it for the world.
I met Jake when I was only nineteen when were both in college. We were in different parts of the country mind you. We met online on a less that savoury corner of the internet that catered to the `special interests' we shared.
I'd known I was attracted to young boys by the time I was thirteen and found myself checking out the cute ten year olds that were just starting at middle school when I was in my last year there. The feelings had only intensified throughout my teenage years until I ended up hunting around on the internet for ways of scratching the intense itch that had been building inside me for years.
The places I ended up finding definitely helped me relieve the tension, but at the same time they were also very effective at replacing that tension with guilt and shame at what I was feeling. More than once, I tried to `quit' what I was feeling, but that was about effective as giving up having green eyes.
By the time I met Jake I was in a pretty low place in my life. I was in a sophomore at college and my online activities had basically become an addiction. I would shirk social engagements and class work to spend more time wallowing in the depravity of my obsessions. My interests got darker and more perverted until I was getting off to the worst kind of content that the internet could provide for me.
It was at that point that I came across Jake. We met in a chatroom designed for boylovers to share images and chat about everything to do with boys. I'm not sure what drew me to his username in the group chat, but for some reason he stood out to me. So I sent him a private message. We immediately seemed to connect on a level that was more than just about our shared attractions to boys. It took a while, but we eventually we developed enough trust that we shared some more personal stuff with each other. It turned out that he was a junior in a college out east, and despite there being over two thousand miles between us and no tangible connection between us, there were some eerie similarities in our stories. He had started noticing his attractions to boys in his early teens and had started to experiment with what he could find online. His life was on a similar trajectory to my own.
Bearing my soul to Jake in that chat felt liberating. Having someone who knew acutely what I was going through, because he was going through it himself, was, without hyperbole, a life saving experience. The mountain of loneliness and shame I had been feeling for years seemed to lift from my chest. I felt free!
We chatted for weeks and months until we eventually struck up the courage to meet in person. We decided that meeting in a `neutral' location that we both committed money and travel time to would be best. We pretty much trusted each other at this point, but there was always this nagging doubt that it might all be one big rouse.
I wasn't totally sure what to expect from our meeting, but I had an inkling that Jake wanted our relationship to become more than just close friends that shared a very perverted secret; and deep down I think that maybe I was hoping for the same thing. I yearned for a way to escape my perverse downward spiral and dearly hoped that Jake could be my way of finding some normalcy in my life.
Both our college years were finishing around the same time, so we decided to head to New Orleans for a couple of weeks, somewhere we had both mentioned as a place we'd like to visit some day.
I was so nervous when I arrived at Louis Armstrong International Airport; my flight landed about an hour before Jake's did. I hung around in the arrivals area, pacing back and forth until finally his flight was showing as landed. A few minutes later, people started filtering out into the baggage claim.
I spotted Jake immediately through the crowd. We had traded personal pictures a long while ago, so we both knew what the other looked like. His crown of curly dark hair bobbed slightly above most of the throng due to his six foot two stature. His dark eyes locked with mine from fifty feet away and there were immediate sparks.
He trotted over to me, large backpack swaying slightly. Once he got within a couple of feet of me he slowed down suddenly a bit unsure of how to proceed. He eventually decided on a handshake, extending his hand towards me.
"Hi Daniel." He said with a sheepish grin.
I decided a handshake simply wouldn't do. Despite never meeting in person, we'd known each other for the best part of a year and shared the most intimate secrets a person could have with each other.
"Hi Jake." I said simply before grasping his own hand and pulling him into a tight hug. "Great to finally meet you in person."
"Yeah you too." He said as we broke the hug. "And if you don't mind me saying, your pictures don't do you justice."
I chuckled good-naturedly at his dorky attempt at flirting. "Thanks." I responded, his tanned complexion suddenly flushing pink.
He's not so bad himself, I thought as I marvelled at the tall, dark-haired stud standing before me. He was way more stunning than he had seemed online. I wasn't usually attracted to guys as old as Jake and I'd told him as much, whereas he'd told me his age of attraction extended a lot higher. I didn't want to say something contradictory and end up seeming dishonest so soon after meeting, so I decided not to say anything.
"So, you wanna head to the hotel?" I asked. Jake nodded with another shy smile.
I had booked a twin room at the cheapest hotel I could find in the French quarter of the city so we could be in the heart of the action without breaking the bank.
We chatted idly for the few minutes it took us to navigate our way out of the airport and jump into a cab. We had always been able to maintain conversations about the most mundane of things online without either of us seeming to get bored; it seemed that we had the same ability in real life as well.
The small talk continued, by necessity, for the thirty minute cab ride from the airport to downtown, with one notable exception.
We were just chatting away when Jake said, "Oh yeah! There was something I meant to show you." As he pulled his phone out of his pocket. After a few seconds he held the phone out to show me what was on screen. My eyes bugged out and I was hard instantly.
Right there on Jake's phone was one of our self-confessed favourite boyporn stars in a video I hadn't seen before. The incredibly cute nine year old blondie was enthusiastically deep-throating his adult friend's cock, a thick nine inch monster, and staring up into the man's eyes with a mixture of lust and love. Luckily Jake had turned the volume on the video down, otherwise I was sure that the sounds of the boy's slobbering wet blowjob would be filling the taxi.
"Wow..." I managed after watching transfixed for what felt like hours. "That's- that's new..."
"Yeah. Tracked it down just before I headed out for my flight." Jake replied with a huge shit-eating grin on his face. He knew he had caught me off guard and that I was painfully hard in my tight denim jeans. The fact that we were sharing such a private and taboo moment while our taxi driver was feet from us, totally oblivious, made the moment even more unbearably hot.
Without any of the shyness he had displayed earlier, Jake reached over and gave my crotch a squeeze. I gritted my teeth in the attempt not to moan and attract the attention of the driver. "Don't worry Danny. We'll look through the rest of this when we get to the hotel." Jake said slyly, an evil grin splitting his face. He gave my cock a gentle pat through the fabric of my jeans and placed his phone back in his pocket.
After that little incident I found it difficult to focus on the regular chit chat, so things became a bit quieter between us. We were still communicating though. We stared into each other's eyes, giving each other knowing looks, glancing down at each other's crotches, which both showed no signs of deflating. It also established the kind of terms we were on: boy stuff was most definitely on the table, as well as sex. Good to know where we stand. I mused to myself.
When we finally arrived at the hotel, I was totally scatterbrained while trying to get us checked in, which wasn't helped by Jake placed a hand surreptitiously on my ass as we stood at the counter.
I was feeling positively flustered by the time I swiped the keycard to let us into the room. As the door swung open Jake spun me round and pulled me in for a deep, passionate, and thoroughly unexpected kiss. He backed us both into the room and kicked the door closed with his foot. We only stopped when we bumped into the one of the beds. The backpack that was still over my shoulder caused me to over-balance and I had no choice but to plop down onto the neatly made covers.
"Sorry." Jake apologised, "Didn't mean to be that forward."
"No, I- I don't mind." I said with a smile. "It might be premature for me to say, but I think you're probably the first person I've ever been attracted to that's not still in school!"
Jake returned my smile and it was my turn to be embarrassed by my flirting technique.
With our raw feelings laid bare like that, both of us suddenly seemed to get a bit self-conscious so we busied ourselves with practicalities. We got our stuff unpacked and each of us chose a bed, though I think we were both expecting that we would push the singles together pretty soon.
Both of our flights had landed in mid-afternoon and so dinnertime was soon approaching. We decided to head out and try to find a place to eat. We both showered individually, though I was sorely tempted to try and sneak into the cubicle to join Jakes while he was showering but thought better of it. There was passion there for sure, but that didn't necessarily translate to romantic feelings towards me. I didn't want to push things between us too quickly. We both dressed in casual shirts and shorts, a must for the Louisiana summer weather, and headed out.
We ambled through the streets of the French Quarter until we found a cosy restaurant that drew us in with alluring scents and sounds. In a corner of the small eatery we gorged ourselves on Creole fare, sumptuous red wine and classic jazz whilst enjoying each others company immensely. We spent hours chatting as though we'd known each other all our lives. It seemed that effortless communication thing we had online also translated to real life. When we wandered back out onto the streets, we silently began holding hands as we searched for a bar where we could continue our evening of intimate revelry.
It was past two in the morning when we stumbled back into our hotel, a little more than tipsy. As soon as we got back to our room Jake immediately strode over to the TV and fumbled as he attempted to hook up his phone. Without quite knowing why, perhaps just from the desire of what I hoped would happen, I hung the small `Do Not Disturb' on the outside of the door as we entered.
"I'm so horny, I just gotta watch the rest of that boy's video!" He said with an urgency in his voice. Within seconds the cute nine year old cocksucker's face filled the big TV along with the man's huge cock that was disappearing down the kid's throat. It was even hotter to see such a young boy being so lewd on a large screen than it was on a computer or a phone; and this time the video was accompanied by the slurping and sucking noises from the boy and the deep guttural moans of the man.
I was instantly and painfully hard and with the alcohol swirling through my system lowering my already disarmed inhibitions, I unzipped my shorts and pulled out my cock without even stopping to think. I slowly jerked my eight inch prick, transfixed by the kiddy porn on the TV. I didn't even notice as Jake stripped out of all of his clothes and stretched out on his bed to jerk his cock to the perverse action on screen.
Jake looked over at me and gave me the same sly grin he had given me in the taxi. "Care to join me Daniel?" He said, as though it was a question that needed an answer. I tore off my shirt, stepped out of my shorts and wrenched by underwear and socks off, joining Jake in his nude state.
Jake really did have a great body, slim and toned but not overly muscular. I suppose most would have called him a twink, though to my eyes he had an air of maturity about him that I found inexplicably alluring, based on my usual attractions to boys much younger than Jake.
I quickly pushed my bed over next to Jake's and hopped onto it, stretching out and beginning a slow leisurely masturbation session. After a few minutes of watching in silence -- save for the occasional quiet moan -- I spoke, my voice breathy and seductive, "God, I wish I had a boy that age to suck my cock!"
Jake didn't respond right away. I looked over at him to see that he was staring at me, seemingly trying to decide whether to verbalise something he was thinking. Eventually he plucked up the courage to say, "Well I know I'm like ten years too old for you, but I'll happily suck you."
"Oh fuck yes!" I said without hesitation.
Jake rolled himself over and scooted down the bed a way so that he was positioned between my legs. He gripped my achingly hard eight inch member and slowly started to swallow it, staring into my eyes as he did so, just like the boy on the TV. Jake took things at a leisurely pace; from starting at my ample foreskin to nestling his nose into my neatly kept patch of pubes took him more than a minute. He had me bucking and reeling as his tongue worked up and down my shaft.
After several minutes of Jake swallowing my cock, I thought I had my horniness under control and would be able to last for as long as Jake wanted to go for, but the man on the TV had other ideas. He pulled his cock out of the kid's throat with an obscenely wet sound. His entire shaft was glistening with the boy's saliva and throat juices. The man had obviously been so close to his orgasm that he didn't need to stroke his cock even once. He simply took aim and unloaded all over the nine year old's face. Thick white ropes of man cum splattered all over the blond boy: in his hair, over the bridge of his button nose, coating his lips that were red and puffy from the long intense blowjob, and of course into his open waiting mouth.
The sight of the young boy being coated with a huge load of sperm was just too much for me. I barely had enough time to moan, "Jake! Imma- Imma- Nggghhhh"
My own creamy load shot into Jake's warm wet throat as I struggled to hold onto reality as I rode the waves of a mind-bending orgasm. To say he was taken by surprise, Jake did a surprisingly good job and swallowing my cum, only a few droplets leaked from his mouth and rolled down the length of my cock.
When I was finally able to open my eyes I looked down at Jake and saw him nursing and cleaning my wilting cock. We stared into each other's eyes for what felt like an eternity. I think that was the moment that sealed the deal for both of us.
On the TV, the young boy was smiling up at the man, licking his lips and using one finger to spoon as much of the cum into his mouth as he could. "Thank you Daddy!" he trilled in a high boyish voice as though he'd just been given the best Christmas present a boy could ask for. The screen then faded to black.
I thought that would be the end of it, but Jake's phone automatically started playing the next video, a classic Russian video featuring two well-known child porn stars from that era.
Jake shuffled back up to the top of the bed and draped himself on top of me. "That was hot." He said.
"Yeah..." I replied, still slightly stunned at the course of events. "Best cum I've ever had."
Even though it was nearly three A.M., that first blowjob was the start of an intense and extended fuck session. We both came several times in various holes while watching a huge variety of pornography featuring boys ranging from fourteen down to as young as five years old.
The sun was up before we eventually collapsed into each other's arms and fell asleep, the TV silent and black, having run out of child pornography to play us.
That first night was the start of one of the best times in my life. Those two weeks with Jake in New Orleans were magical. We enjoyed the food, the music, the atmosphere, the vast collections of boyporn we had both brought with us and, mostly importantly, each other.
We were both down in the dumps when we had to leave for the airport to go back to our regular lives that were feeling intensely dull when compared to the hyper-reality we had been living in for two weeks.
A long, deep kiss and the tightest hug ever were our parting gestures with the promise that we'd see each other again soon.
I was morose for the whole journey westward to my parents' house, where I would be staying for the rest of the summer. Once I got back home, I immediately messaged Jake to let him know I had got back safely. I also told him in no uncertain terms that I missed him so much that I thought I might die. He assured me he felt the same.
The rest of the summer was agony. Sure, we had the internet to keep us connected, but live video chats are just not the same when it comes to trying to be intimate with someone. Though I do have to admit, the `viewing parties' we had for some of our favourite child porn videos were very hot. They were Jake's idea. Essentially we would jump onto a video chat, then both queue up the same video and start playing at the same time. It gave us the illusion that we were back in that New Orleans hotel room, jerking off together to a video playing on the big TV.
Inevitably, the start of the new college year rolled around soon enough and I packed up and headed back to Washington State University start my junior year while Jake went back to Penn State to attend his senior year. I loved my college and I loved studying architecture, but I would have much sooner dropped everything, moved across the country and taken a dead end job if it meant I could be with Jake. Of course that would have been an insanely stupid thing to do, which clued me in to the fact that yes, I was probably falling in love with Jake.
My first semester back passed in a haze. My college friends didn't seem to satisfy my base human desire for companionship any more; only when I was spending time with Jake did I feel like I truly came alive.
I told my family that I was going to have a quiet Christmas by myself that year, but instead made plans to go and visit Jake in Pennsylvania where he was studying and living. Jake was a Pennsylvania boy through and through, and, growing up on the doorstep of the Tioga State Forest, he had always had an affinity for the outdoors and for nature. That connection had been so strong that when it had come time to think about college, Jake could think of nothing he wanted more than to be out in nature, caring for it, nurturing it. So he had gone to Penn State to study Forestry and he couldn't have been happier.
Jake really was a gentle soul. It sounds cliché to say, but he really wouldn't hurt a fly. That's one of the many things I loved about him. I just knew he would never hurt me because he couldn't bring himself to hurt anyone, at least never intentionally. In some ways I think the guilt and shame that both of us felt while searching for and consuming the child pornography that we loved so much ate him up inside more than it did me. He struggled so much to reconcile those opposing sides of himself, the raw attraction he felt to the boys and the simultaneous feeling that he wanted to save them from any hurt and pain.
I'm not really sure why I chose to lie to my parents about what I was doing for Christmas. I mean, I'd told them I was gay years ago, which is sort of true, so it wouldn't have been a shock to them that I had a boyfriend. But the thought of coming up with a convincing explanation as to how we met that left out the part about the websites for pedophiles to enjoy child porn together left me exhausted just thinking about it. So I came up with the easier lie that I was having a quiet Christmas to focus on my studies and recharge my batteries.
What I did instead was fly to Pennsylvania and spend ten wonderful days with Jake together in a cabin near Tioga that his family rented sometimes. It was much like New Orleans had been, we spent a lot of time in bed together with the TV showing a constant stream of the men we idolised and the boys we lusted after. But we also wiled away hours curled up by the log fire reading books that had been getting neglected while we were at college, or just sat together and chatted about nothing and everything.
Christmas dinner was a modest affair. Neither of us were particularly talented cooks, but between us we managed to scrape together a meal worthy of the title. For me, working together on such a domestic task had me daydreaming about what a permanent life would be like with Jake, so much so that I nearly injured myself several times while cutting vegetables.
It was after we had finished dinner and had been relaxing quietly by the fire for an hour or so that Jake did something that truly shocked me.
"Daniel?" He said with an unusual trembling in his voice.
"Mmm?" I responded, not opening my eyes straight away.
"Daniel, there's something I want to ask you."
"Sure Jakey, what is it?" I said, opening my eyes and sitting myself up.
Jake got himself up off the large couch and knelt down in front of me so that our eyes were at the same level.
"Daniel, I've been thinking long and hard about asking you this question. Whether I was being an idiot for even considering it. But..." He sighed, "...I don't think there's any other way for me to say this so I'll just say it. I think I want to spend the rest of my life with you." It was at this moment that I realised that Jake was resting on one knee. My heart leapt into my mouth.
No way! No way is he doing this! I thought. A million questions swirled through my mind all at the same time. Are we ready for this? Am I ready for this? Can it last between us? But somehow all those whirling thoughts were brushed aside when Jake spoke his next words to me.
"Daniel Lucas Crawford, will you marry me?"
Jake produced a ring out of nowhere and held it out to me. He had remembered. It had been one of those silly things that got brought up during our many conversations about seemingly inane topics. Jake had asked me, as an architect, what my favourite material to design with was and I had told him that it was stainless steel because it was simultaneously clinically cold and invitingly warm at the same time. And here before me was a simple band of brushed stainless steel that showed that Jake was always listening, always interested in everything I had to say. He truly knows me. Inside and out. I thought to myself.
Not needing a millisecond more to think it over, I sighed contentedly and then replied, "Jacob Travis Bishop, you silly gorgeous boy, of course I will." He gave me the biggest smile I've ever seen; I thought his face was going to split open. I leant over and gave him a long kiss. I tried to put a lot of unspoken things into that kiss; about how Jake had pulled my life out of a tailspin and had given me new hope where there had only been a void.
When we finally broke the kiss he looked like a flustered schoolboy who had just had his first kiss with his crush. He collected himself for a moment and then slipped the steel band over my left ring finger. It really was beautiful; it had polished chamfered edges bordering a single wide band of brushed stainless steel, a clean and elegant design. Just before it slid onto my finger I noticed a small marking on the inside of the band. It was a tiny fleur-de-lis that I realised represented New Orleans, where we had first met and where our romance had really started. Flanking the fleur-de-lis were the letters `D' and `J'.
"Best. Christmas present. Ever" I said with a smile and kissed Jake again.
I was going to have to come up with a story to tell my parents now.
Our wedding the following summer in the pastoral utopia of Pennsylvania's Endless Mountains was another one of those days that I will forever have stored away in the scrapbook of my mind as one of the best times of my life.
My parents had fallen in love with Jake as soon as they had met him and were so happy for the both of us. Jake's parents were much the same way with me, though I wasn't sure I was deserving of the praise they lavished upon me. But I was always gracious and tried to be the best son-in-law I could be, particularly as both our parents were helping out a lot with the cost of the wedding.
The ceremony and reception was a fairly small affair with less than fifty friends and family total. Neither of us had large extended families, which was a real help when it came to organising travel and accommodation for everyone.
For our honeymoon we had thought about going back to New Orleans where it all began for us, but eventually we both decided that we wanted to experience somewhere new. So we instead visited the clichéd cradle of romance in Europe: Paris. For five days we indulged in coffee, sightseeing, lovemaking, cheese, wine and pastries. I was in awe of the architectural wonders of The Louvre and Notre-Dame and really the city as a whole. Jake fell in love with the Bois de Vincennes, a perfect green paradise hidden away near the heart of the city.
Jake jokingly suggested visiting the Red Light District to see if we could find a boy prostitute to procure for the night. Whether in reality such things still existed I didn't know, but just the idea had me incredibly horny. I imagined sharing a cute little boy whore with Jake, maybe fucking the kid from both ends at the same time and I was hard for the rest of the day. When we got back to the hotel I fucked Jake senseless.
When we got back, the new academic year was looming once again. I knew I couldn't spend a year apart from my new husband, and Jake felt the same, so ever since he had proposed, I had been in talks with Penn State to try and get a transfer to there for my final year of my architecture course. The paperwork was waiting for me when I got home from Paris. They had accepted me. I was over the moon. I spent the rest of the day riding on a cloud of happiness. I was going to live with Jake. Never again would we be apart.
Two weeks later I had my life packed into my car and set out on the thirty-six hour, ten state marathon journey to be with my love. The many hours on the road gave me time to think about the future, what I wanted out of life in general, and my life with Jake specifically. I kept coming back to that idealised dream of American suburbia; white picket fence, family dog, two beautiful kids, with me and Jake at the centre. But of course there was the sticking point: kids. Could two self-confessed boylovers be successful fathers? I knew I could never hurt or abuse a child, the same went for Jake, but would we be able to hold our temptation in check if we were living with young boys every day? Maybe we could make it work. Both Jake and I had expressed the sentiment in the past we thought that a relationship between a man and a boy didn't have to be harmful to the boy by default. We told ourselves that we would be nothing but loving and caring with a boy if we had a relationship with one. But was that really true? I drove on towards my future with Jake, mind churning.
Authors Note: Thanks for making it to the end of the first part of this story! Hopefully you enjoyed it if you did. Sorry for the tease at the beginning not getting paid off yet, but I kinda want this story to be a slower burn where I can spend time developing the characters rather than just jumping straight into the sex. I know that style won't be for everyone; I mean I know why everyone comes here! But hopefully this was something a bit different for you to enjoy. Please do drop me an e-mail with your comments and critiques; I'd love to hear from you about what you enjoyed and what you think could be improved. I have a pretty clear idea of where the story is going, but if you have suggestions, then I'd love to hear those too!