Day: May 28, 2021 (Page 1 of 3)

Confession of a Boy Lover – Chapter 10
By
Caliboy1991

I heard Donna before I saw her. Responding to the ring of the doorbell, I glanced out the peephole. With her cellphone against her ear, she said, “What the fuck, Wes? So you and Cindy didn’t just go to Hawaii on vacation? A follow-up interview?”

Donna spun around, agitated, “You’re supposed to have Jeremy through the end of the summer. I was hoping…”

Her voice died. Whatever she heard on the other end of the phone made her change colors. I had waited long enough. I opened the door. Donna’s demeanor changed. The heat in her face replaced with her too-white smile. I said, “Hi, Donna. Come on in.”

She held up her hand, “Well, fuck you, Wes. I’ll figure something else out. One day you’ll actually want a relationship with your son. And you know what? He’ll be gone.”

Swiping the phone and killing the call, Donna said, “Fuck men.”

The color returned to her cheeks, “Sorry about that, Jack. It’s just that Wes…”

“Trouble in paradise?”

She nodded as she stepped past me, “Yeah. Wes took a job in Hawaii. Son of a bitch told me that he and my shitty cousin were going on vacation. Instead, they went out there for a second interview at the University of Hawaii.”

Jem chose that moment to look up from the game on the TV. He was shirtless, wearing a pair of loose-fitting shorts. I had tried to get him to wear something more, but he had told me earlier, he didn’t want his mom thinking he was ready to leave. Somehow, being half-naked made the point in his mind. Even though I knew Donna liked the idea of me and Jem eventually being together. The key word was ‘eventually,’ like when Jem turns sixteen or seventeen.

He said, “I don’t care. It’s not like I was looking forward to spending the rest of the summer with him and Aunt Cindy making googly eye at each other. And they could get kind of loud.”

His mom glanced at him. I could feel her taking in his semi-naked body. She said, “What kind of noise.”

Jem turned, and in a high, falsetto voice said, “Oh, Wes, fuck me hard, you stallion!”

Donna’s eyes bugged, “Jeremy Andre Nelson, what have I told you about your mouth?”

Jem shrugged, “Don’t ask if you don’t want to know. So, if Dad’s not going to be back, can I stay here?”

Donna came and looked at the game on the TV. It was paused on a racing game. My car was where I left it when the doorbell rang. Jem’s was paused in mid-jump. “How was the week?”

A smile lit up the boy’s face. To me, it was like he was saying, ‘we had fun. We fucked every chance we got.’

What he said was, “I had loads of fun with Jack. We went over to the go-cart track. I killed him. We played games and had an awesome time. He was more like a dad’s supposed to be than Dad has been in a really long time. I wish he was my father instead.”

I saw Donna’s expression soften at that. She said, “I’m glad you had fun.”

She turned back to me, “Can you honestly tell me he didn’t get in the way of your work? I know a lot of what you do is time sensitive.”

I tilted my head to the side, “Yeah. He mostly left me alone during the day. Of course, he entertained himself on the PlayStation while I worked.”

Jem nodded, “Yeah. And if you let me stay, I promise I’ll even start reading some books while Jack’s working. Please!”

Donna sat behind Jem on the sofa. I recognized the look in her eye. It was the same one she gave me when she admitted Jem liked me. “Did you get a chance to talk with Jack about your… feelings?”

I held my breath. Jem’s response could make or break me. If he said the wrong thing, not only would Donna grab him by the hand and yank him away, she’s be on the phone to the police. I didn’t want to have to run again.

Jem’s lips curled at the edges, “Yeah. It’s cool to have someone who understands me to talk to. Dad would never understand what I feel. Jack does.”

Donna shot a worried look my way, “How’s he helping you?”

Jem’s face grew hard, “What? You think he’s doing stuff to me? Jeez, Mom. Either you trust us together or you don’t. Jack hasn’t done a thing to hurt me. And you and I both know he never will.”

Donna raised her hands in mock surrender, “Okay, I get it. Nothing’s happening.”

Jem added, “And won’t.”

It felt strangely surreal, watching Jem lie to his mom. After all, my life depended on it. I added, “Donna, he’s safer with me than he’d be at Wes’s. How was your time in Aspen?”

Donna leaned back against the cushions, “It was good. I met a guy, my friend’s cousin. I’m going back next Friday after work. We’re going on a date.”

I said, “See, I told you a vacation would do you well. You’ve gone off and met a guy.”

Donna blushed, “Yeah. You were right, Jack. I needed the get-away.”

I sat next to her as Jem turned around. “You look like you can still use some more ‘me-time.’ Why not take the summer and focus on Donna?”

Donna glanced between me and Jem, “I dunno. A summer’s a long time, Jack.”

Before I could reply, Jem said, “Please, Mom. With Dad abandoning us for Hawaii, Jack is the perfect sur-, serog-, um, replacement dad.”

I saw Donna’s expression thaw as she grinned at Jem’s attempt to sound more mature, “I guess so. I really would like to spend some time taking care of myself for a bit.”

We spent the next couple of hours visiting over Jem remaining with me for the summer. Eventually Donna relented. The sun was most of the way across the sky when Jem and I walked her to the door. After the boy gave his mom a hug, he came over and leaned against me, possessively. Still shirtless, I loved the way his body melted against mine.

Donna’s eyes took in both of us, “Jack, you sure you’re okay with Jem for the summer? I can be back out here if he’s too much.”

Involuntarily, my arm snaked around Jem, “I think we can manage it. Jem will be fine.”

I could see the hesitancy in her eyes. What she wanted to know is whether Jem was safe with me. Sure, we’ve known each other going on five years. But she was leaving her gay son with her gay former neighbor. She stammered, “A-, are you sure?”

Jem must have picked up on his mom’s cues. He said, “God, Mom. Just because me and Jack are gay doesn’t mean he’s going to, like, try to molest me.”

Donna’s eyes grew wide, surprised her son could read her hesitancy for what it was. “It’s n-, not like that, sweetie.”

Jem raised an eyebrow, “Yeah, right. Ever since Dad dumped you for Aunt Cindy, I might as well not have had a dad. Even when I go over to his place, most of the time, he’d ignore me. You’re more worried about some stupid abuse from Jack, who would never hurt me, than about the abuse I’ve received after the divorce. That’s pretty fucked up.”

Donna quailed at Jem’s prescient observation, ignoring Jem’s profanity,. “I, I do trust you guys. I promise.”

Now that we were all a bunch of liars, I said, “You’ve got my number. Call me anytime. Now, about that well-earned ‘me-time’ you’ve got coming.”

Donna forced a smile onto her face. Jem’s pointed comment about how badly he had been abused by his parent’s divorce struck a chord. Of course, he was right. What he and I had shared wasn’t abuse. Not when compared to the neglect and stress put upon him by Wes and Donna over the past few years.

Donna bobbed her head, “You’re right, Jack. It’s time to focus on myself for a little while.”

After hugging Jem again, she left a few minutes later. I felt bad for her as she pulled away from the drive. Jem had wounded her when he reminded her of how her divorce had victimized him far worse than anything I’ve done.

When I closed the door behind us, Jem wrapped his arms around me and stood on his tip-toes and kissed me, “We’re going to have the best summer ever!”

***

Epilogue

“Happy birthday, Jem. Welcome to the teen years!”

Jem gave me a bearhug as Donna stood next to the duffle bag. The boy said, “Thanks, Jack. Did you get those new games I emailed you about?”

I nodded as I grabbed the duffle bag. It was a lot heavier this year. Of course, this year he packed for the entire summer. “Yup. I even played them enough that I can kick your ass on them.”

The top of Jem’s head brushed against my chin. He’d added at least four inches since last year. He said, “You just think so, old man. I’ll show you who’s boss.”

I glanced at Donna, who smiled happily. Since last year, she succeeded in getting Wes’s parental rights terminated. Of course, it didn’t hurt that Wes didn’t bother contesting the petition, or that Jem had gone before the judge and told him of the emotional neglect even before Wes moving to Hawaii. Donna had also started dating the cousin of her friend from Aspen. They were happy together, and this guy, Gil, seemed happy that he didn’t have to make any effort to be a father figure to Jem. After all, I filled that role.

After last summer, Jem spent every third or fourth weekend with me, including a week at Christmas and Spring Break. Somewhere deep in Donna’s subconsciousness, I think she knew there was more going on between me and her son than any of us were willing to admit. Of course, Jem didn’t help things by tilting his head up and planting a kiss on my cheek. I couldn’t resist and I ran my hair through hair he hadn’t cut in a year. His golden locked reached his shoulders.

Donna ignored Jem’s playfulness as she said, “You boys have a good time this summer. Jem, I want to hear from you at least once a week. Promise?”

Jem, now only a couple of inches short of his mom’s height, nodded, “Sure thing.”

Once Donna left, Jem pushed me against the closed front door as he leaned up and kissed me on my lips. Once the kiss ended, he said, “I’ve really missed you, Jack. I know it’s only been a couple of months since I was here, but it was the longest two months of my life.”

I didn’t buy his hyperbole, but I was happy for Jem’s attention. “Come on in, son, and make yourself at home. I’ll put this in my bedroom.”

Although I had the house’s third bedroom set up for Jem, mostly for Donna’s peace of mind, there was a place in my chest of drawers and in the closet for his stuff. When I set the bag down, my newly minted teenaged boyfriend’s hands wrapped around my chest, “Three whole months, Jack. We’re going to have a blast!”

I turned around and returned the embrace. I counted my blessings; even though his face was slightly more angular, Jem was still all-boy. His cheeks were smooth and his voice unbroken. I pulled him to the bed and pulled his T-shirt from his narrow, wiry frame. I glanced under his pits when his arms were over his head and they were still as hairless as the day we first met.

I knelt beside him and unfastened his shorts. He still wore those sexy white briefs that clung tightly to his ass. His erection pushed against the cotton fabric as I let his shorts fall to the floor. It strained the fabric enough that there was a gap between the elastic waistband and his creamy, soft skin. When I pulled his underwear down, his penis flopped upwards, making a satisfying smack against his abs.

I sighed at the sight. Even though he turned thirteen, my lovely boy was still devoid of pubic hair. I ran my hand over his pubic area, admiring the smoothness. His penis, though, was catching up with my own smaller-than-average erection. Erect, he was just under five inches, and his balls, also hairless, were the size of small grapes. By the time he turns fourteen, he’ll be bigger than me.

At least for now, his girth was a good deal smaller than mine. I pushed, and he fell on the bed, laughing as though he knew what I intended. I’m sure he had a good idea. My face leaned into his groin area. The smell of sweaty body nearly drove me wild with desire and my tongue darted out, swiping across his glans. There was sweat, a hint of urine, and something else.

I wrapped my hand around his penis and gently stroked him until a clear pearl of precum appeared. I lapped the little droplet, savoring the faintly sweet taste. Even though Jem and I had fully explored our relationship the previous summer, his cums had remained dry. Even through the end of spring break, his body had denied me the pleasures of his seed. It was only in mid-April he called me up, more excited than normal, and told me he had ejaculated when he was masturbating in the shower. And now, for the first time since that auspicious moment, I was savoring the exquisite taste of his precum.

I ran my tongue down his shaft, enjoying the mewing he made as he reclined on the bed, quietly moaning. Jem had grown more in the prior two months than he had since the end of the previous summer. When I took his mushroom shaped head in my mouth, I definitely noticed a difference. He filled my mouth more than before.  

From his glans, my tongue traveled down his rigid pole until I licked his nut-sack and took his balls in my mouth. His nuts were about half my size, maybe as big as a small grape. He groaned in pleasure when I managed to get both of them in my mouth and sucked and tugged on him.

Hungry for more, I moved back to his glans and sucked it into my mouth, and enjoyed another drop of precum oozing from his piss-slit. Then I sank my mouth on him. Well, most of him. For the first time, my lips didn’t touch his pubic bone before Jem’s dick touched the back of my throat. I pulled back when my gag reflex kicked in. I contented myself with sucking on the four inches I could take until I was ready to try again.

This time, I bobbed down until my lips touched Jem’s bald pubic area and slid back on his shaft, barely avoiding the gag reflex. Jem didn’t complain. He just moaned, “Ah, fuck!” as I slurped on his pulsating rod.

Perhaps a minute in, Jem’s butt shifted as he moaned, “I’m close, Daddy!”

I loved how he called me daddy when we fucked around. It was incredibly erotic. I applied suction, pretending Jem’s penis was a huge straw. He let slip a wordless moan and my mouth felt even fuller than before and then I felt a warm wetness hit my tongue as his glans flared in my mouth.

Jem’s penis jerked repeatedly, and the first two squirts I happily let fill my mouth. His cum was thin and watery. Later I would jack him off, eager to see the clear ejaculate of a newly pubescent boy. For now, I enjoyed the slightly sweet and salty flavor filling my mouth. Content that his orgasm was over, I swallowed.

When I pulled my head up, he grinned at me like a cat having caught a bird, “What’d you think?”

I leaned forward and kissed him, sliding my tongue in and letting him taste himself. When I came up for air, I said, “I liked it. What about you?”

The grin grew larger as he pushed me onto my back, “Now it’s my turn!”

The End

Copyright 2021 – Caliboy1991
All rights reserved

Author’s note: I contemplated telling the story of what happens later, but ultimately decided I wanted to leave that to the reader’s imagination. Whether Jem finds a boyfriend his own age and ends the relationship, or whether they stay together, or whether something else happens… I leave all of that to the imagination of you, dear reader.

Confession of a Boy Lover – Chapter 9
By
Caliboy1991

I set the broken chop sticks to the side and picked up my fork to spear the last bit of Szechuan beef in the small cardboard box, “Fucking chopsticks, civilized folks eat with forks, dammit.”

Jem laughed as he expertly tweezed a piece of General Tso’s chicken and adroitly plopped it in his mouth, “So says the foreign devil.”

I chuckled at the 70s kung-fu accent Jem attempted, before deciding I’d show him what’s what. I tossed my empty box onto the coffee table and lunged across the couch, digging my fingers into his exposed ribs. Of course, we were still naked. We’d managed twelve hours without a stich of clothes as we watched TV today. There was, however, a bathrobe tossed over the back of the couch; my one concession to modesty when the delivery guy showed up with dinner. Jem squealed as he tried scooting away from me, but that only opened his body and I was climbing over him until I was on top of him, “I’ll show you foreign devil.”

He giggled and then threw his arms around my neck. Then he leaned forward and kissed me, mixing the spicy heat of his dinner with the more complex flavoring of mine. I decided I liked his food just fine when his tongue darted into my mouth, sending my taste buds into overdrive. When the kiss ended, he said, “Can we watch that new movie with What’s his name in it?”

I pulled back, ignoring my erection, and said, “Which what’s his name?”

“You know the one where the earth is destroyed this year.”

It clicked. I had a downloaded copy of 2012 with John Cusack. “Sure, let’s get dinner cleaned up and we can watch it.”

While I bussed our cardboard boxes and broken chopsticks, Jem headed to the bathroom. I was back in my place with the movie ready to play when he came back. “Feel better?” I asked.

He came over to me and moved my hands away and sat in my lap, “Yep. Ready to watch the world get destroyed.”

I hit play and enjoyed Jem’s perfect orbs sitting on my lap. His balls rested on my erection, which was pointing forward, below his own. It was difficult to pay attention to the movie, knowing I had a beautiful boy barely inches away from being impaled on my dick. I tried to push the thought aside as Cusack played the part of a failed writing hack reconnecting with his kids.

At the part where Cusack’s son tells him how much he dislikes his father, Jem put his hands over my arms, “If you were my dad, I’d never want you to go away.”

I hugged him, “I’d rather be your boyfriend.”

To emphasize my point, I reached down and tugged on Jem’s erection. He sighed and leaned back against me, “You know what I mean, Jack. I really, really want mom to let me spend the summer with you.”

I stroked him along the length of his erection, “One step at a time, bro. You know I’d love to have you stay. Why’s it so important to you?”

He turned his head and kissed my cheek and ear, “I guess for two reasons. Mom needs to move on. She hovers over me. Maybe dating someone will help. The other reason is I love you. I watch other people who love each other being together. I want to know what that feels like. Even if it’s just for a summer.”

I turned my head and found his lips, and we kissed as Cusack and his kids trespassed onto government property. A bit later, Jem shifted his butt around, making me hornier with each move. Still, I didn’t want to rush things. A boy’s first time should be special.

As California slid into the Pacific Ocean, Jem finally shifted enough that he reached down and pushed my penis under him, where I felt myself poking against his hole. I gasped, “Whoa, Jem. Slow down, son.”

I could almost feel him grimace at the discomfort caused by the pressure against his tight sphincter muscles. “Y-, you called me ‘son.’ I thought we were boyfriends.”

I lifted him up from my lap a couple of inches, letting my erection move between his back and my front, “A term of endearment.”

I could see his wheels spinning, “So, I can still be your boyfriend even if you’re calling me your son?”

The last thing I wanted to do was drive a wedge between Jem and Wes. But over the past two years, the boy’s father had put his own desires ahead of being a father to the boy I loved. “Yeah. I guess so. More emphasis on the boyfriend part, though. You think?”

Jem nodded and shifted around until he was straddling me, kissing me again. After coaxing my tongue into his mouth, where I enjoyed exploring every inch I could manage, when the kiss ended, he whispered, “Fuck me, Daddy.”

Although Jem stunned me with his language, I reminded myself that he had been exploring his body and learning about sex for nearly two years. How could I blame him when we wanted the same thing, even if he was exploring deeper parts of this relationship with me for the first time?

“Now?” I grunted.

Jem nodded, “Yeah. Just a sec.”

He stood and held up a finger for me to wait and raced from the room. A moment later, he returned. He held a skinny tube of lube. “I took this from Mom’s stash of toys under her bed. She has a lot.”

He resumed his seat in my lap, facing me. Of course, I wanted him, but I also didn’t want to hurt him. I ran my fingers over his back, drawing him into my embrace, “When was the last time you put your mom’s dildo in your butt?”

He flashed a cheeky grin, “Wednesday.”

Surprised by how recently he’d impaled himself, I figured I could test the waters and see if he was ready. I put a dab of the gel on my index finger and slid my hand under his backside. Knowing my body so well, I found Jem’s hole right away. When I pushed my finger against his sphincter, he pushed against my finger and I slid in as he moaned.

“That hurt?”

Jem shook his head, “Do another finger.”

I used the first finger to lube the second and while it took a little more work to get both fingers all the way in, Jem’s face only contorted once. “How’s that?” I asked.

Jem looked into my eyes, “I swear, Jack. I’m ready for you. Please fuck me!”

I lubed myself pretty good and proper, and even applied some more around his opening and inside the first few inches of his rectum. Then Jem positioned himself on me. I held my dick steady as he grunted and pushed down against me. Something gave way, and I felt myself gripped in the tightest of vices. He had taken my glans in.

Jem wore an odd expression. I asked, “You okay?”

He drew in a big breath, “Y-, yeah. You f-, feel okay. You feel different from Mom’s toy.”

I rubbed his back, “Bad different or good different?”

He let the corners of his lip drift up, “Good different, I think. I just need a sec to get used to you.”

We lightly kissed until he nodded and pushed down. The sense of having my dick gripped so thoroughly and the knowledge that he still had three more inches to go. I said, “You okay?”

“Yeah. That actually felt okay. My butthole doesn’t hurt anymore.”

I patted him on the back, “Oh, Jem, I’m sorry. We should have taken more time.”

He shook his head, “Nuh uh, this is how I dreamed about it.”

He pulled up, dragging my penis along the tight confines of his hole, and then slid down, taking another inch. There was a hitch in his breathing. I was concerned, “Dude, you sure you’re okay?”

He wore a silly grin, “Oh, yeah. That felt super good.”

I must have touched his prostate. My own efforts at massaging my prostate had never gone far. Even Jem’s butt-play with me in the bath hadn’t done much for it. I wondered what it would feel like to have my young boyfriend poking my prostate with his erection. With any luck, I wouldn’t have long to wait.

Jem’s knees flexed, taking him up a couple of inches, and then back down. He shuddered, gritting his teeth, sliding down me until he could go no further. All of my five inches were in him. We both wore shocked expressions as the realization hit. My arms around his back pulled him closer, “Dude, are you sure you’re okay. This isn’t supposed to hurt.”

He flexed his legs, moving a couple of inches up before settling again against the base of my penis, “I’ve never felt this full. I’m not gonna lie, Jack. That first inch hurt more than I wanted to admit. But after that, it was just taking you in at my own speed. You feel super good. I’ve got a tingling that feels tons better than mom’s dildo.”

Then a smile spread wide, “Oh, my God. Jack, you’re fucking me. I’m not a virgin anymore.”

I scratched his back, “We’re making love to each other, bro.”

He nodded, “Yeah. We’re fucking! Fucking!”

I think he just liked the sound of the word on his lips. That didn’t stop him from rising, pulling back until his sphincter muscles trapped only my glans. Then he sank back down, sliding the four inches he’d pulled out, all the way back in. He shuddered as he bottomed out, “Ahhh, feels good.”

I wanted to cum inside him. To fill him up with my seed. But even though I wanted a lot out of sex with Jem, this moment was his. I felt a rising sense of confidence. With any luck we would have at least a week of unbridled sex. I’d get mine.

Yet Jem was slow, rising and falling as it suited his body. I doubt he could have as easily taken a larger man. Even so, I could see his expression, the look in his eyes as he adjusted to my smaller than average penis. I had no doubt it felt as good as he claimed, even if it was more difficult than he let on.

Time was losing meaning. The movie’s credits were rolling as Jem gradually fell into a rising and falling motion, stimulating my dick even more than a blowjob. The tingling boiled in my balls as they jiggled below his ass every time his backside hit my lap. They ached for release as the tingling steadily increased. I bit my lower lip even as I wanted to tell him to speed up. Jem moved at his own speed and it was driving me wild as I craved for my release.

I felt the build-up as my balls began to retract. Then Jem stopped and leaned in for a kiss. I squeezed his back as I let him invade my mouth, his smaller tongue twirling around my larger tongue. The little fucker! Even though my ardor longed for release, the tingling in my balls subsided. When the kiss ended, Jem said, “T-, the last time I put the dildo up my butt, I kept it up there for t-, thirty minutes. I don’t know if I can go as long with you in me, but this feels super good.”

Thirty fucking minutes? How was I supposed to last that long buried to my hilt? A few minutes after kissing me, his knees moved again and his tightly gripping hole slid along my shaft. Jem found a rhythm faster than earlier and before long, that familiar tingling spread throughout my body. I was praying he wouldn’t stop as my balls pulled up. I moaned, “Don’t stop, son. Keep going!”

My dick tingled as I felt my load travel through my urethra. That feeling had to be because of how tightly constricting was his hole around my erection. Then, as I felt myself coat the insides of his bowels with my cum, Jem shook in my arms as his prostate couldn’t take the stimulation any more. He yelled, “Ohhh, God!”

His knees shook as he kept trying to rise and fall on my shaft. My dick still spurted inside him and his prostate hadn’t stopped orgasming. Overcome by it all, he collapsed against my chest, murmuring, “Wow. that’s a lot of loving, right? Jack?”

I stroked his back, holding him close to my chest, “That’s right. I’ve got nothing but love for you.”

Still in my arms, he giggled, “Y-, you said butt love.”

His giggles went straight through us, vibrating my still erect penis, heightening the aftereffects of my orgasm. Chuckling, I said, “Yep. I guess so.”

He didn’t stay on my lap for long. When he slid off, my penis was slimy with my semen, our lubricant and a bit of his own secretion. He sighed, “It feels like something’s missing now that you’re not in me anymore.”

I climbed from my seat and took him by the hand. I was still blown away by how practiced Jem had appeared. How a boy can go from uncertain and needy to confident and asking for what he wants was something I marveled at and would take a bit of getting used to. “Let’s go get cleaned up. Then we can head on to bed.”

In the bathroom, Jem sat on the toilet, his ass making some interesting noises while I cleaned myself in the sink, washing thoroughly with warm water. I’m sure I could have suggested a shower. But I wanted to get him into bed. Seeing the utter bliss from our love-making on his face made me hungry to experience the same thing. I wanted him to take me and make me his own, just as he had given himself to me.

Jem beat me to the bed, crawling onto it and casting back the covers. His head propped against a pillow, he lay on his back, the newfound yet knowing look on his face conveyed a longing, “I liked it when you called me son. I know you didn’t mean it like with my dad, but I like it even more.”

I sat next to him, “You don’t mind me calling you that? Son?”

Languidly Jem snaked an arm around my neck and leaned forward, kissing me. It was tender without the urgency of earlier, “No. I like it. As long as you don’t mind fucking your son.”

I reached over and grasped his erection, marveling at how the boy remained hard as iron even after his earlier orgasm. “Or being fucked my him?

Jem sat up, “Now? For real? I wasn’t sure if you really meant it.”

Things with Jem had escalated far beyond what I had done with Mark or the other boys. My first boy had been nothing more than mutual masturbation. Aside from Mark, I’d only sucked off a couple of other boys. Sex had always been a fantasy, but one that was unrequited. Until Jem. Even when it had been a fantasy, I’d always imagined it as me making love to whichever boy I had been with at the time, never the other way.

My relationship with Jem, built over a period of several years was so unlike the ones before. I loved him more completely than anyone before, and if letting him invade me was what he wanted, then I would happily let him.

“Would hardly seem fair, if only I got to make love to you,” I said.

His hand went to his erection as Jem bounced to his knees, “How do we do it?”

I had enjoyed him sitting on my lap as we made love, but the differences in our size meant that wasn’t possible in reverse. The idea of being on my hands and knees while being fucked doggie style didn’t appeal to me. I wanted the first time he penetrated me to be as intimate as when he and I looked into each other’s eyes as I impaled him.

Lying on my back, I bent my knees and spread them, “Get between my legs, Son.”

Jem hurried to comply, positioning himself between my legs, resting his arms on either side of me. I spread my knees as far over as I could, and my young lover leaned over me until I felt his boner brush against the crack of my butt. I reached down and spread my ass open a bit more, “There’s some more lube in the nightstand. Put some on us.”

Jem pulled back long enough to smear his fleshy nail before finding my hole with his slimy finger. He had even more confidence when compared with the previous night in the shower. His finger smeared my sphincter with the goop before penetrating me, smearing the first inch or so of my rectum with it.

Then he was angling himself in front of me. He pushed himself forward until I felt his slick glans against my equally slick opening. With only his finger to compare to, I gritted my teeth, “Alright, Son, make love to me.”

Jem shifted his hips forward, and I felt the tight ring of muscles give way. It was painful in a way his fingers hadn’t been. It could have been worse. I imagine he found taking my dick worse. Instead of waiting for me to adjust, his hips kept pushing and within a couple of heartbeats, his pubic bone was against the bottom of mine.

There was pain around my asshole and discomfiture for the first couple of inches. Jem paused, penetrating me as far as his three and a half inches would allow. The discomfiture faded quickly. The pain took a bit longer. Still within a minute of Jem’s invasion, the pain was gone and now I felt a warm fullness. Leaning over me, he said, “Am I doing it okay?”

I nodded, “Oh, yeah. You feel really nice.”

Taking that as permission, he rocked his hips back a few inches, barely avoiding pulling out. He slid it in again. When he bottomed out in me, his glans tapped my prostrate, sending the most intense shot of pleasure shooting through my body. My dick, which had been semi-erect, shot out to its full five inches.

Jem took my wide-eyed surprise at the intense feeling rocking my body as permission to rock back and forth, rhythmically sliding in and out, bumping against that sensitive spot each time. It wasn’t long before I felt a tingling. Only it didn’t start in my balls or along my erection. This one was deep inside me, and as it radiated out, I felt more pleasure rippling through me than I thought possible without actually cumming.

Buried in me to his hilt, Jem leaned down and kissed me. My arms reached around his neck and held him against me, enjoying the moist warmth of his lips against mine. I pushed my tongue through our lips, enjoying the moan Jem let loose.

When our kiss ended, Jem resumed sliding in and out. He had already enjoyed the most intense orgasm in his young life within the last thirty minutes. He was rocking along as I felt the tingling spread from within me again. This time, he didn’t slow or stop. He kept on sliding in and out. Every time his glans tapped against my prostate, the tingling intensified until I orgasmed. My ass quivered as my insides shook, my orgasm started from within and spread like lightning through my body. My dick spasmed without my hand touching it, and my cum dribbled onto my belly. If anyone had told me I could cum without touching my dick, I’d have called them a liar, at least until that point.

My arms latched onto Jem’s hips as he sped up, pounding my prostate mercilessly, keeping my internal orgasm coming long after the handful of spasms leaked from my dick. I was barely hanging onto consciousness when my young lover pushed hard against me. His erection spasmed within me as he finally came. He managed to resume his humping motion for another few seconds until he collapsed against my chest. I could feel both our hearts racing a mile a minute.

After he caught his breath, he leaned forward, kissing me again, “I love you, Daddy.”

***

I awoke the next morning to a feeling I never imaged waking up to. When I finally opened my eyes, blinking against the ray of sun shining through a split between my curtain panes. Then I looked down and saw a blond head bobbing up and down on my morning wood.

My very first inclination was to say, What the hell, Jem?

I resisted that temptation and closed my eyes and enjoyed the wet heat enveloping me. Even though I couldn’t see him, I felt the boy bobbing up and down, sliding my morning wood in and out of his mouth. Sure, I had to pee, but what he was doing to me made pissing an impossibility. Instead, I knew I’d cum within a couple of minutes the way he worked my dick.

And I let him. As he enthusiastically sucked on me, I realized I wanted what he did. I wanted to find a way for Donna to let me spend more time with Jem. It wasn’t simply about enjoying the moment, although as I neared orgasm, there was certainly that desire. I wanted to be the man in Jem’s life.

When I came, Jem pushed down, swallowing through his gag reflex, pushing my dick against the back of his throat. When I stopped cumming, he pulled off me and gave me a hug and a kiss. I could taste myself on his lips, and that only steeled my resolve to be everything to Jem I could manage.

We didn’t stay naked the whole week, although if I had let him, Jem would have. He loved the look in my eye when I drank in his naked form. But we went out to eat a few times, went putt-putting, and even went and raced go-carts. It was great. Nobody stared at me, wondering what I was doing hanging out with my sexy twelve-year-old boyfriend. Why would they?

When we went out, every few sentences, Jem called me Dad or Daddy, and I called him son. Perhaps we were a bit of Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. In public, Jem and I fell into the role of a loving father and son. And then, when we got home, the clothes came off, and we experienced the fullness of our relationship.

All too soon, the week came to an end and Donna returned.

Copyright 2021 – Caliboy1991
All rights reserved

Confession of a Boy Lover – Chapter 8
By
Caliboy1991

“I hope they didn’t embarrass you too much singing the happy birthday song,” I said as I slid the key into the ignition.

Jem’s face was back to his normal rosy cheeks, “I didn’t think they’d do that at an Italian restaurant. When I turn thirteen, we’re going to a Mexican restaurant. At least then, if they sing to me, I won’t understand a word of it.”

I started the car, enjoying how we were alone and in the dark. I said, “Your birthday, your choice. Now, you know what a young man needs after a birthday meal?”

Jem leaned against the console, “A birthday kiss?”

I glanced around us; for the moment, the parking lot around us was empty. I leaned over and tilted my head just enough to kiss his moist lips. The taste of garlic and oregano filled my mouth as Jem slipped his tongue through my lips. Only our second kiss of the day, I was surprised by how much he’d grown. When I broke the kiss, my eyes must have shown my surprise.

He flushed. Even in the dark I could see the red above his cheeks, “I-, I’ve been thinking about this for nearly two years, Jack. I really wanted to show you I love you just as much now as before.”

Right after Donna and Jem had moved back to Denver, Jem had called me almost weekly for the first year or so. But since Christmas, those cherished calls had dropped off to just a few.

I said, “I have to admit, I was beginning to wonder, bro. I wasn’t sure what happened around Christmas, but I worried you were moving on.”

Jem rested his arm on my shoulder, “No way. It’s just that’s when I realized I needed to tell Mom about being gay, and I didn’t want her thinking it was because of you. Then, when she got me so pissed off that I told her I had a crush on you, well, I really didn’t want to call and get her worked up over stuff that’s none of her business.”

I would not argue the point, although I was certain Donna would take a different view. It didn’t help that I wanted to pick up where Jem and I left off, regardless of any empty promises made to Donna. Instead, I pulled out of the parking lot and headed home.

Once we were home, as we came into the house, I took Jem by the hand and I led him over to the couch. I knew things wouldn’t be the same, but I wanted to start with something fun and familiar. I sat down in the middle of the couch and pulled him so that his legs were on either side of mine. He figured out what I was aiming for and he crawled onto my lap, facing me, with his knees close to my hips. Now, his face was even with mine. There would be no leaning down. I snaked my arms around his waist and pulled him into an embrace. There was no need to lean in, our faces were where they needed to be for us to enjoy our kiss. He wrapped his arms around my neck and played with my tongue with his teeth as my tongue made love to his mouth.

As we kissed and traded tongues, I felt something against my belly. Instinctively, I knew he had to be as horny as me. After twisting my tongue around his, when we broke the kiss, I found the buttons on the front of his shirt and with little work, pushed the material from his shoulders, letting it fall to our feet.

I ran my hands across his chest. Even though he was twelve now, his shoulders hadn’t broadened. Not yet. He was, as best as I could tell, as rail-thin as before.

Jem tugged at my polo shirt, pulling it off and dropping it next to us. I shuddered at the air on my skin, wondering if Jem would notice the difference. He ran his hands over my chest before kissing me again, while he continued to caress me.

When the kiss ended, he looked down at my chest. “You’re as smooth as me, Jack. Didn’t you have some  hair around your nipples?”

After Christmas, in the hope of another sleep-over, I bought a top-of-the-line laser hair removal kit. It had worked as well as advertised. Then he lifted my arms, exposing my pits. When he was ten, he’d played with the lonely few strands that grew under my arms. Now, he ran his fingers across the smooth skin.

“Dude, it looks like mine. Did you shave it?”

I said, “Something like that. Do you like it?”

He ran his hand across my chest a few times, just as I was doing to him, “Yeah. It feels pretty cool.”

I said, “Good, I like how smooth you still are. Reminds me of before.”

He put his arms around my neck again, “You really liked doing stuff with me before.”

I couldn’t deny it, “Yeah. I enjoyed opening your eyes to your body.”

He smiled and hugged me, “I liked it a lot to. Jack…”

“Yeah?”

He squeezed my neck a little as though trying told onto me, “When I get older, do you think you’ll still like me the same as now?”

One of my worries, even before, was wondering what would happen when the boy grows up. Before, my boys had moved on, or I had moved on before it was an issue. But with Jem, I thought I might actually get the opportunity to watch him grow up. Of course, I also worried he might tie my attraction to him to pedophilia, and that was the kiss of death in our culture.

Still, I felt I owed him an honest answer, “I’ll always love you, Jem. When you get old enough for your mom to let you date, I want to be your first date. If you’ll have me. I do know that the changes your body is likely going through are incredibly beautiful to me. For the next three, maybe four years, resisting you is going to be damn near impossible. I don’t know how I’ll feel when you’re an adult. Of course, your own tastes may also change between now and then.”

He kissed me, “So, you’re not going anywhere, anytime soon, even though I might start to get changes soon?”

I leaned over and nibbled on his ear, “Soon? As big as you’ve gotten, I figured you were going to be bragging about new hair down there.”

Jem giggled, “I wish. Well, maybe not. You want to see?”

He leaned away, giving me access to his jeans. He wasn’t wearing a belt, so it was easy enough to unbutton and unzip him. When I pulled apart the fly, he was still wearing that plain white underwear. Of course, they matched my own, all the way down to the brand.

He slid off my legs and let me tug at his pants until they fell to his ankles. I bent down and helped him until he was in just his underwear. My breathing was fast as I stared at the tent in those tighty-whities. The images of him at ten were still seared in my mind. He had grown in more ways than one, by the look of that tent.

Steadying my hands, I took the front of his underwear and pulled out and down. It had the desired effect. Jem’s erection was just as beautiful and perfect at twelve as he’d been at ten. Now, though, he was about three and a half inches. My fingers pulled at the waistband, sending his briefs tumbling to the floor.

Jem was right. I ran my fingers across his pubic bone. He was still hairless. His vellus hair at ten had been almost impossible to see. I was glad to see no change. His scrotum didn’t cling as tight to the bottom of his penis as it once had, and his little testicles were slightly larger than I remembered. All in all, he was gorgeous.

I pulled at him to sit back in my lap, but he stopped me, “My turn, Jack. I’ve waited too long just like you.”

He fumbled with my belt, but his eagerness won out and soon, he unbuttoned and unzipped me. And like nearly two years earlier, I lifted my butt off the couch so Jem could pull my pants down. Just like before, he managed to get hold of my underwear too, and in a matter of a few seconds, I was just as naked as him.

He stared at me, “Holy shit, dude, you weren’t kidding. There’s not a hair down there either.”

I wasn’t sure what I thought of Jem’s potty mouth. It was a fresh development, but given what we both intended, I wasn’t about to say a word about it.

What I did was pull him back onto my lap. As I pulled him against me and he sat down, I felt my erection slide up his backside as he giggled, “Oh, wow, that’s your dick!”

His erection was poking me in my belly as we returned to kissing. After a bit, I slid my hand between us until I found his erection, and Jem rewarded me by filling my mouth with a moan of pleasure. I wrapped a couple of fingers and my thumb around him as we both leaned back. I said, “You’ve grown, bro. I definitely like this change. Do we need a towel for a cleanup?”

Jem shook his head, “No. I wonder when it’ll happen.”

I flashed a grin, “Hopefully when we’re doing stuff together. I want to be the first person to see it.”

Jem giggled, “Then we better figure out a way for me to stay here this summer.”

After a couple of minutes of playing with him, Jem groaned, “Oh, I’m about to cum!”

Sure enough, all three and a half inches thrummed in my hand as it spasmed a half-dozen times. After he came, I pulled him against me and teased more kisses from his lips. I was content, more than content to simply hold him close, enjoying the closeness of the moment.

After a while though, he shifted around, “Can we take a shower together?”

I looked at the time, while it was getting late, as someone had told me, he didn’t a summer bedtime. “Sure, bro.”

I tried to hold him and carry him into the bathroom, but he’d picked up about twenty pounds since he was ten. Still, it was fun watching his bare, skinny ass walk into the bathroom. As the water warmed up, I said, “When did your mom finally let you bathe alone?”

His cheeks flushed, “Oh, wow. You remember that? I was kinda hoping you’d forget. Gosh, I guess it was right after we moved to Denver. She started giving me a bath, and bam! I had a stiffy. I think that’s what convinced her I could do it on my own.”

When we closed the curtain behind us, I said, “Well, as long as you’re here, you’ll never have to do that.”

He giggled as he offered me his back. My soapy hands were soon roaming across his back. His butt had a bit more of a bubble shape than before, but that only made me enjoy lathering it up all the more. Before moving on, I pushed my soapy finger between his cheeks, sliding back and forth, going further along the split until I touched his sphincter. Unlike two years before, when I pulled back and made nothing of it, now I said, “You ever play with your butt?”

He giggled and nodded, “Sometimes. That’s another reason I’m glad Mom leaves me alone in the bath now.”

I ran my index finger around those tight little muscles until I put it in the middle of his hole and gently pushed. Jem shocked me when he pushed against me, letting my finger go up his ass to the first knuckle. He gasped at the invasion.

“You okay, bro?”

He nodded, “Yeah. I used a pencil the first time I put something inside me. A couple of weeks ago, I used one of mom’s toys. It was shaped like a dick, although bigger than mine.”

I was stunned. Jem had been fucking himself with one of Donna’s dildos. Holy Fuck! After a moment, I pushed a bit more, and he gasped again as I went up to my second knuckle. “You want me to stop?”

He shook his head, “Fuck, no.”

I chuckled at his casual profanity. “Why? I don’t want you to hurt.”

He pushed down on me as he said, “Because I want you to put your dick up my ass this week. I wanna show you I can take you, bro.”

I buried my finger to the final knuckle. I wiggled it around inside and he moaned, “Oh, wow, do that again!”

I’ve read about prostate play online, but seeing Jem’s reaction was the first time I’ve seen it in action. I wiggled it again, and he said, “Ahh, wow. That feels good, even better than the toy.”

His erection was pointing up, proof he wasn’t joking. I experimented with my finger until I got a response from him every time I touched him in a certain spot.”

I hadn’t intended to bring him to another orgasm, but seeing his response to my finger in his ass, I kept on pressing on his little prostate. After a couple of minutes, his muscles constricted tight against my finger as he gripped my shoulders, “Ahh, Fuck!”

Jem threw his head back, arching his back in pleasure. Even his penis was throbbing, jerking about as though cumming. Then, as he moaned aloud again, I realized that’s exactly what was happening. I kept sliding my finger over that special spot until he finally stood up on his tiptoes, pulling away from me. I pulled it out as he leaned against me, “Wow. That was so cool. You made me cum again.”

After a bit, I finished washing his front. After that powerful orgasm, his dick shrunk. Even small, he’d grown to almost two inches.

He started working on my shoulders, but as his fingers moved across my back, I could sense by his motions he was mostly interested in returning the favor. He gave a cursory washing of my butt checks before his index finger was sliding between them. He took less time to find my little rosebud. From there, he played around the edges of it for a moment as he built up the courage to fuck me with his finger.

Then I felt his warm finger pushing against my hole. I’ve read enough about gay romance to have some idea about how to take another guy, so I pushed against my muscles as he slid into me. More aggressive than me, his finger went all the way to the hilt on one push. There was a slight pain from invading me, and as he left things alone for me to adjust to him, even that faded, replaced by a pleasurable warmth. He wiggled and flexed his finger until felt the tip of his finger brush against something pleasurable.

“There it is,” I groaned as Jem moved his finger around. “Deeper,” I explained.

I felt a bit of pain on my backside as Jem pushed up. I felt it again, that shot of pleasure spreading out from inside. “Yeah.”

As he pushed and pulled his finger inside, every second time or so, he’d touch that magical spot. My dick liked the butt play. After working his finger inside me for a couple of minutes, with his free hand, Jem reached around and gripped my quivering erection. With his right hand, his finger brushed against that pleasure spot, then with his left, he slid his hand up and down. He repeated this as I felt myself rushing toward my orgasm. When it happened, I felt it strongest in my balls, as they constricted and splattered my semen across the bottom of the tub, sending a half dozen blasts swirling down the drain.

He pulled his finger out, “What’d you think? I do okay?”

I pulled him against me and kissed him as deeply as I could, “Fuck, yeah. Great job, bro.”

By the time we crawled into bed naked, we were beat. That didn’t stop us from cuddling and kissing, or even from getting erections. We played pretty hard the night Jem turned twelve.

***

I felt a warm pressure on my stomach when I opened my eyes the following morning. Jem’s arm was slung across my stomach while the rest of him spooned against my side. The clock on the nightstand confirmed we’d slept past nine. Of course, it was a Saturday, and we had the day to do what we wanted.

My morning wood rested against my abs, a few inches below Jem’s arm. My bladder wasn’t uncomfortably full, so I closed my eyes and enjoyed the smaller body pressed against me. I think I had only just fallen back asleep when I felt a smaller hand envelope my morning wood. Jem’s head shifted against my chest.

I opened my eyes and saw the boy’s fingers circling around my shaft. I felt a grin spread across my face. Today was going to be special. “Good morning, bro.”

Jem tugged at my shaft, “Good morning. It was staring right at me. I figured somebody needed to slay the one-eyed dragon, Jack.”

I chuckled. Even though he was still just a kid, I could see how much he’d matured over the past two years and I loved being a part of his life, watching him grow. There wasn’t anything insistent in Jem’s tugging, just a lazy way to show he wanted to pleasure me. I moved my left arm, which had been resting on the pillow above Jem’s head, rubbing it down his bare back. Jem nuzzled closer, pressing his own stiffy against my leg as my hand came to rest on one of his bare ass-cheeks.

I closed my eyes, enjoying Jem’s smooth butt and the gentle attention he paid my erection. I murmured, “So, my twelve-year-old lover boy, what do you want to do today?”

Jem lightly squeezed my shaft, “Oh, I dunno, my thirty-three-year-old boyfriend. I kinda like what we’re doing right now.”

I responded by squeezing his butt-cheek, “Okay. So, play with each other’s dicks, eat, come back to bed, play with each other’s dicks some more. That it?”

Jem giggled as he pulled on my erection, “That sounds like a good start. I like playing with yours.”

After a few minutes, the pressure on my bladder overcame the gentle tingles, and I said, “Gotta pee. Let me take care of that, then you can do what you want with my dick.”

I was out the door and to the restroom. Despite my erection, I opened up the valve to my bladder and was peeing by the time Jem joined me. I was nearly finished before he forced a stream through his hard-on. Seeing his delightful nail was enough for me to stay erect as he finished. He shook his stiffy, waving it from side to side. I said, “You hungry or you want to go back to bed?”

Jem turned toward me, waving his tube in front of me. Giggling, he said, “I’m hungry for you.”

I bent down and picked him up and gave him a bear hug, pretending to eat his shoulder, “Nom, nom, nom, I’m hungry for you too.”

Back in my bedroom, I dumped him on the bed and crawled on top of him, pinning his hands over his head. Unable to resist the look on his face, I leaned down and kissed him. I parted my lips when his tongue darted forward. Feeling him in my mouth felt so good, I felt my dick twitch in enjoyment. That’s also when I felt Jem’s erection against the crack of my butt.

When the kiss ended, Jem shifted his hips, rubbing against my backside. He smiled alluringly, “When do you think we can, um, have sex?”

My earliest thoughts had been to have plenty of butt-play to prepare him for my dick. But knowing he’d been playing with his mom’s dildos, I figured it was just a matter of the right time. I wanted us to play around with each other’s dicks before we graduated to sex. I said, “We’ll get there soon, Jem.”

He shifted around, rubbing his erection on my butt, “When we do it, can I do it to you too?”

My thoughts had been on deflowering my lovely boy. The idea of letting him put his stiffy up my ass hadn’t come up. Still, the thought didn’t turn me off. Not one bit. “Sure, bro. When we get to that point, we can take turns fucking each other’s brains out.”

Jem laughed, wiggling his hips and sliding against my butt, “Cool. I can hardly wait.”

I let go Jem’s hands and ran my fingers down his chest, enjoying the tiny protrusions of his nipples. I moved back on the boy’s legs, spreading my legs on either side until I felt his feet on my backside. This put my face over his erection. I wanted to savor him, to taste Jem’s true essence. I had no idea how long I might enjoy his delights before they changed. My desire was a paradox. Right then, I wanted to feel his prepubescent penis in my mouth, to stir him to dry orgasm after dry orgasm. The thing was, I was just as eager to taste the sweet nectar of his clear, watery cum. Even if I would be perfectly happy if that moment delayed itself for a while.

It was silly to think this way, but I figured the longer puberty waited to visit its charms on Jem, the longer he would remain in that early adolescent stage where his immature prostate secreted its sweet, clear fluid. I had nothing against seeing Jem’s body develop, or watching thick ropes of semen eventually blast out of his teen cock, but selfishly, I wanted mother nature to delay that inevitable moment as long as possible.

I lowered my head until Jem said, “Oh, wow, your hot breath is making me tingle all by itself.”

With that, my tongue licked across his glans. Bigger than last time by almost half, it was still wondrously small as I slid my lips over it and slid my tongue across the slit. I tasted the acid urine from his recent pee and a hint of sweat from his night’s sleep, but both faded against the simple taste of Jem in my mouth. What made it so erotic to me wasn’t any particular taste, but that knowledge I had his sex in my mouth. My dick twitched between my legs as I slid my lips over his rigid penis, letting gravity take my lips down to his base. At three and a half inches, Jem filled my mouth more than he had two years before. Now, as I moved my tongue around, I felt his glans brush against the roof of my mouth, a bit short of hitting my tonsils.

As I backed out, my tongue slid around his skin, drawing out a sharp breath from the boy I loved. Moving down on him again pulled a wordless moan from him and then I settled into bobbing up and down, pulling back until his little helmet of a head nearly popped out and then sliding down, practically kissing his pubic bone. A minute passed as Jem writhed under my mouth. Another minute as his moans grew louder. By the end of the third minute, Jem’s legs contracted as his dick grew harder in my mouth as it spasmed, doing its best to send non-existent shots of semen down my throat. I pushed down, trying to take even more of him in my mouth, sucking as hard as possible through a half-dozen of his intense spasms. Even then I continued sucking for all I was worth as his moans echoed through the house.

Finally, after another minute or two, Jem grabbed my hair and pulled me away as he gasped, “Oh, fuck, no more, I’m gonna pass out!”

His chest heaved as he drew in ragged breaths as a huge grin spread across his face. “Can we do this every morning?”

I tousled his hair, missing his long locks. What boy doesn’t enjoy getting a blow job?

Without waiting for a response, he sat up and grabbed my arm and pulled me onto the bed, pushing me against a pillow at the head of the bed. I’m not sure how a twelve-year-old learns to leer, but as he straddled my legs, he leered at me, “Your turn now, Jack.”

He leaned over and dabbed at my glans with his fingers, swiping the bit of precum beading from my urethra. He stuck his finger in his mouth, “Yummy.”

I’ve tasted my pre-cum, it’s not bad, a touch of something sweet. If I’m really close to cumming, there’s a hint of something salty. But mostly it’s tasteless. I said, “Really?”

Jem shrugged, “Well, yeah. It’s yours. It could taste like broccoli or cauliflower and I’d still tell you it it’s great. Just because it’s you.”

I couldn’t help smiling. Even though it had been nearly two years since our last encounter, our handful of get-to-gathers and our many phone calls had only deepened what I felt for Jem. For the first time, as his tongue licked my grans, even though I worried still about my sexual attraction lessening by the time puberty ran its course, I didn’t fear falling out of love for Jem. What I felt growing in me was for something deep inside the boy, transcending his physical appearance.

Two years can make a big difference. Jem’s mouth was bigger, and he easily took my glans inside his lips, locking my head just on the other side of his ruby lips. His tongue swiped my head, probably teasing out more pre-cum. Compared to the awkward way he’d sucked on me before, he carried himself with a confidence I wouldn’t have expected.

He had taken two inches into his mouth when I said, “Damn, bro, you’re really good. If I didn’t know better, I’d ask who you’ve been practicing on.”

Jem’s head shook, and he pulled off as he giggled, “Promise you won’t laugh. Mom’s dildo. It’s about your size.”

I smiled at him as he returned to my needs. He began little bobbing motions, lightly using his tongue to caress my head and shaft. I noticed as he continued, he was taking more of me in his mouth. When I felt my glans hit the soft tissue in front of his tonsil, he had taken about three and a half inches in. He backed off as he focused on my glans and the rough skin around my circumcision scar. I enjoyed the tingling he gave me, closing my eyes, enjoying the bliss.

Then he went back down, going even further. I felt my glans touch his tonsils. He swallowed and breathed fast through his nose. Then it hit me. He was fighting off his gag reflex. He pulled up a bit and then went back down. My glans grazed the hanging tips of his tonsils. He twitched and pulled back, still leaving most of me in his mouth.

I was in awe of this young boy who had practiced so he could take as much of me as possible. After a few more shallow bobs and the tingling between my balls and my dick becoming more pronounced, Jem went down again. The feeling of my glans tapping the back of his throat as his upper lip touched where my shaft and pubic area met was too much. My hands grabbed the back of his head as my hips arched forward. My balls constricted, and I felt my dick spasm as I coated the back of his throat with my cum. Normally, my first blast is the most powerful. By the third, it’s usually just a dribble. But with Jem’s lips locked on my spasming penis, the fourth blast felt just as powerful as the first, only dying off by the fifth and sixth.

At first, when my hands gripped Jem’s head, his eyes grew wide. I could see him trying to fight his gag reflex. Then, when I came, he had no choice but to swallow. He was still swallowing and breathing heavily through his nose, my five inches all the way back at his throat. As soon as he swallowed that first time, the fear was replaced by what I can only describe as triumph. The swallowing motion of his throat, even after I finished spasming, made my dick feel incredible, drawing out the intensity of the moment longer. But he coughed and pulled back, breathing deeply before saying, “How’s that?”

I was still riding that orgasmic high, “Holy fuck, Jem. That was the best orgasm I’ve had in I don’t know how long. I think you put your mom’s dildo to better use than she ever did.”

He laughed as he wiped at his lips, “Yeah. I can hardly wait to show you what else I did with it.”

My first thought was to wonder how he sterilized it. The second was to think we would not wait long to find what else he’d done with Donna’s dildo.

Copyright 2021 – Caliboy1991
All rights reserved

Confession of a Boy Lover – Chapter 7
By
Caliboy1991

“Hello?”

“Jack! It’s Jem. I’ve missed you a lot.”

“Hey, bro. It’s been too long. How’re you and your mom doing?”

“Okay, I guess,” The enthusiasm in Jem’s voice fled. Shortly after that last weekend we shared together, his dad moved out and a couple of months later, the house went on the market and Jem and his mom moved back to Denver. Donna and I were still friends. But an hour’s drive might as well be a hundred when you can’t see or be with the people you care about.

I saw them briefly at Christmas and we had even promised we would have another sleep-over. The time before had been at his eleventh birthday. I glanced at the wall-calendar in my office. Had that really been a year ago? I shook my head at how time had flown. The periodic phone calls were nice, but they just weren’t the same.

“What about you, Jack? How’re you?”

Even though Jem still spoke with the same cherubic voice, every time we talked, I noticed more awareness of the world around him and a growing maturity. I said, “Hanging in there. Work keeps me busy. I’ve found a few more clients to buy my market research.

“Cool.” He lowered his voice. I had to strain to hear him, “Earlier this spring, I told mom I’m gay. I was afraid she was going to shit a brick. But she actually was super chill about it.”

For those few moments of Jem’s childhood when we had been together, he had kept his promise. It remained our secret. I said, “Oh, did you meet a boy?”

While his giggle was a bit lower than I remembered, it was still beautifully high-pitched. “No. I got sick of her trying to point out girls she wanted me to go talk to.”

“I’m proud of you, Jem. Telling your mom had to have been difficult. So, is there anyone you’re interested in?” I said.

In a whisper, he said, “N-, nobody new.” Then his volume returned to normal, “Next year, I’m going to take art class, Jack. Mom bought me an easel. You should see it. I’m getting pretty good with it.”

In the background, I heard Donna’s voice. She hadn’t tried hitting on me since the divorce, and that made being friends easier. Jem came back on, “Hold on, Jack. Mom wants to talk to you.”

“How’s my favorite gay financial guy?” Donna never stopped reminding me she knew my secret. I wanted to laugh at how wrong she was. But hearing her call me gay had stopped bothering me a long time ago.

I said, “Wheeling and dealing in finance. You guys got Jem’s birthday planned yet?”

Donna snorted, “You know what that asshat Wes went off an did? He and Cindy are traveling to Hawaii the week of Jem’s birthday. God, I’m so glad to be rid of that man-child. Of course, he does it at the start of the summer, right when it’s supposed to be his summer with Jem.”

The way she talked, I could hear her breathing change as she walked around with the phone. I said, “Let me know the plans, Donna. It’s not every day a young man turns twelve. I’ve missed you guys since Christmas, I don’t want to miss his big day.”

Donna’s voice lowered, as though she wanted to make sure Jem couldn’t overhear her conversation. “Actually, that’s why I had Jem call. He’s been badgering me for months to let him come stay with you for a weekend. And with school about to end and his birthday the next week, I had been thinking maybe it was about time.”

Her voice grew even quieter, “Also…”

“What?”

Donna whispered, “Jem came out to me, Jack.”

I acted surprised, “Oh, really? How’d you take it?”

Her voice modulated in volume, “I’ve been waiting for it, to be honest. I’ve been trying to get him to tell me for a while. I kept pointing out pretty girls, trying to get him to ask them out. I guess he finally figured enough was enough.”

I wasn’t sure where she was going with this. “I can’t imagine Wes has been helpful with this. It’s a lot for a single mom to take in, especially at Jem’s age. If there’s anything I can do to help, you know I’m there for you and Jem.”

“I know, Jack. Thanks,” Donna said, “I’m trying to do right by Jem and I just feel adrift.”

I waited, sensing Donna was trying to say something. She finally continued, “I was going to let Jem come and stay with you for the weekend of his birthday. It’s the weekend before Wes’s turn.”

Uncertain where this was going, and feeling a sense of foreboding, I said, “And?”

She sighed, the note of uncertainty returning, “I was talking with him about the boys in his class, trying to figure out which one he was interested in. I guess I pushed him kind of hard. He blew up at me and told me he didn’t like any of them. I pushed some more, and he told me he’s had a crush on you for a little while.”

I let out a sigh of relief. Still probably not the best of news, but a lot better than what it could have been. I said, “Oh. Really? It’s really cool that I’m his first crush. Um, Donna, you know I’d never do anything to hurt Jem. You guys are the most important people in my life.”

“I know, Jack. And that’s why I’m struggling with the right thing. In the midst of all this, Jem really wants to see you, and I can’t blame him.”

I leaned back in my office chair, staring at the ceiling. Who could have imagined this phone call? “What’s your heart telling you?”

Another sigh, “To trust you and Jem.” There was a brittle laugh “It’s messed up, I know, but I had this little fantasy of Jem coming to me at sixteen, maybe eighteen and coming out of the closet then. In this little fantasy, the two of you get together and live happily ever after.”

I chuckled at the image. While I cared deeply for Jem, I didn’t know how I would feel about him beyond his teen years. I said, “That’s an interesting fantasy, Donna. If you’d rather, we can meet somewhere for his birthday in Denver. Have a nice party.”

“No, Jack. It would hurt Jem. He really wants time with you, and when push comes to shove, I really do trust him with you. Plus, Wes doesn’t know Jem’s come out, and I think if he hangs out with you, maybe it’ll make it easier for him to tell his dad.”

My heart soared at the news. We made arrangements. She would bring him by the Friday after school was out. It was his twelfth birthday.

***

I kept looking at my watch, staring as the big hand slowly ticked toward the appointed time. It was foolish to be on pins and needles. How could I not be? More than a year and a half had passed since Jem spent the night with me last. It was completely silly to wonder if he’d still like me. After all, I had celebrated Christmas with Donna and him six months before; Even then, I could still feel that little spark we shared. What if Donna decided she couldn’t trust me after all? What would happen then?

The eighth, or was it the ninth time I looked out the window, I finally saw Donna’s car pull into my drive. Like some giddy schoolgirl, I was out of my chair and hurrying toward the front door. Jem stood next to the passenger side door and the way his face lit up when he saw me, all my doubts melted away. Jem was the same as before. Except that he wasn’t. He was taller. Just short of five feet. His beautiful strawberry blonde hair had been cut short, and I think some part of me mourned for those gorgeous locks of hair. His smile though, it was frozen in time, the same beautiful lips smiling at me, just like before.

I stepped onto the porch and saw Donna climb out of the driver’s side door. She was tired and worn. She was still the very attractive woman I met five years before when her family moved in, across the street. But she looked like she needed her own vacation.

When I came across the lawn, Jem ran toward me, throwing his arms around my neck as he spun me around, “Jack, I’ve missed you so much. We’re going to have so much fun. Can you believe it! I’m twelve!”

Seeing Donna’s weary smile, I gently patted the boy on the back as I guided him over to his mother. Detached him from my neck so I could hug her. I said, “Donna, it’s so good to see you. You really look like the wrong Nelson went on that vacation.”

Jem said, “That’s what I told her too. She should take a vacation. Go somewhere to have fun.”

Donna patted Jem, “Gotta be here for you, my little man.”

Jem poked a thumb at me, “Jack would let me stay if you went on vacation, right Jack?”

This was the first I’d heard this, but from the way Jem and Donna verbally sparred, this sounded like a resumption of some ongoing conversation. Donna yawned, barely covering it with a hand, “You don’t want to impose on him, Jem. Right, Jack?”

I let go of Donna. How she managed to still push her breasts against my chest, I’ll never understand. I said, “You know, if you need more time to recharge your batteries, Jem can stay here for a bit. Maybe until it’s time to take him to Wes’s.”

Donna put a hand on my shoulder, “You’re too sweet, Jack. On the way over here today, this little heathen begged me to let him stay with you for the whole freaking summer. Can you believe him? Can’t do it, anyway, Wes would shit a brick.”

My eyes shot wide open in surprise. “Three months?”

Jem nodded, “Come on, Jack. We’d have fun. No bedtimes, movie nights, and lots of pizza. Dad doesn’t really want me underfoot. He’s more interested in Aunt Cindy, anyway.”

I chuckled at his pre-teen antics. My boy was growing up. I said, “I bet. I’m not sure your parents would approve, buddy.”

Donna shook her head, “That’s the entire summer, Jem. You really need to spend some time with your dad.”

The boy smiled cheekily, “Yeah, right. All I do is crowd him and Aunt Cindy. He doesn’t want me around. You know it too.”

Donna said, “It’s not really up to me. Your father has a right to have you stay with him for the summer.”

Before Jem could push Donna further, I said, “Let’s focus on the here and now. Donna, you still have your friend in Aspen?”

Donna nodded, “Yeah, was actually planning on talking to her this evening. See if she wanted to do a girl’s weekend.”

I said, “So, if you trust me to take care of him for the weekend, do you trust me to take care of him for, say… the next week or so? Go turn that girl’s weekend into a full week.”

I could see Donna was torn. Deep down, she worried about Jem’s safety. She said, “Jack, promise me I can trust you.”

Before I could say anything, Jem stepped between me and his mom, “Jeez, Mom. Is this because I came out to you? Now you can’t trust my best friend? I thought you said you were cool with it.”

Surprised at how assertive Jem had become, I waited. Donna said, “Oh, no, sweetie. I trust Jack. I know he’d never hurt you.”

Jem crossed his arms, “Really? You just asked if you could trust him. What you really mean is that because we’re both gay that we’re going to do sex stuff with each other because that’s what gay boys do. Is that it?”

Donna wore a mortified look. You’ve seen it before when someone calls someone out correctly. “No, sweetie, that’s not… I respect your…”

Jem put his fists on his hips, “I told you about being gay because I thought you would support me, Mom. That you would be okay with my friendships. You remember that?”

Donna stammered, “I, I do, Jeremy.”

“You know I like Jack. I mean really like him. I told you that because I thought you’d understand. But do you? You know he’d never hurt me. Ever.”

Weakly, Donna said, “I do trust Jack, truly, Jem. It’s just if something happened between you, he could get in a lot of trouble, and I don’t want that for him or you.”

Jem shook his head, “Then trust us. It’s not going to happen, Mom. Not if I stay the weekend. Not if I stay the week. Not even if by some miracle you and Dad let me stay the summer.”

I stepped in, “Donna, I’ll protect Jem. You know that. Let’s see how this week goes. Okay? Go set up that girl’s week. Maybe when Wes is back from his vacation, he and I can work out a deal for Jem to stay here a bit, as long as you’re okay with it.”

When Donna nodded, I knew we had won. After Jem hugged his mom, the boy went and grabbed a much larger backpack than he used to have. There had to be a couple of weeks’ worth of clothing in there. Say what you will about my boy, but he certainly planned ahead.

We stayed on the driveway and waved at Donna as she pulled away. Then, I helped Jem with his backpack, pulling it into the living room. Once we set it down, Jem turned and grew shy as we stood toe to toe. A lot of time had passed since we were last alone together. From only coming up to my lower chest to now nearly reaching my collarbone, Jem had grown a lot. I ran my hand through his short hair, “I miss your locks.”

His smile was sad, “Mom finally caved to Dad. It’s okay, easier to comb now.”

Jem took half a step forward and stretched his arms around my neck. He tilted his head up, seeking my eyes with his. I lowered my head until his lips found mine. The kiss, the first since August nearly two years before, was warm and soft. He had forgotten nothing he had learned. When our lips separated, he said, “I’ve missed you so much, Jack. Please, help me talk Mom into letting me stay. I need this summer with you.”

We had secured a week. Now holding my love in my arms, I found my head nodding. I would do what I could to talk Donna into letting him stay.

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