Date: Sun, 29 Aug 1999 03:15:48 GMT From: Joe Camp Subject: Bill Loves Gary Bill Loves Gary Codes: M/T (mast, oral) By: Joe Camp idc90@hotmail.com Warning: The following story is a work of fiction. It is a fantasy. It never happened, except in the author's imagination. This story contains sex between a man and a teen boy. The author does not encourage or condone sex between adults and children. If you are underage, or this is illegal where you are, you already know what your supposed to do. If this kind of story turns you off, find something else. Fiction and Real Life: This story is all fiction. The characters in this story engage in unprotected sex. That's not real life if you want to live to old age. The characters are a product of my imagination, and can't catch anything unless I want them to. Any resemblance of characters to an actual person is purely coincidental. The author retains the copyright of this story. Placing this story on a web site without the authors permission is a violation of that copyright. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Bill Loves Gary I stood on the front porch watching as the garage door slid up. Gary got on his bike and started pedaling down the drive. He turned to wave bye, as he had done hundreds of times before. I raised my hand in response, just as I always had. I watched as he pedaled to the end of the block and turned right. Gary. Blond hair cut short. Little button nose. All 145 pounds, pure muscle. Five feet 8 inches tall. Beautiful bubble butt. His cut dick is a little under 6 inches hard, but he just turned 15. I watched until he passed behind the house at the corner, before reaching into the garage and hitting the button to close the door. When did it really begin, I wondered to myself as I walked into the house. Was it two years ago when I got divorced? Or did it begin even longer ago then that? Was it when I first met Gary as a 10 year-old kid, right after his father had walked out on them? I was the new volunteer at the Youth Center where Gary's mother brought him. It was my first day too, and we were both a little nervous. I didn't really know what I was doing, or even why I had volunteered. It had just seemed like a good idea at the time it presented itself. Don, a guy I used to work with, had me talked into volunteering before I even knew what I was saying. We just stood there looking at each other a moment. A 30 year- old man that didn't know anything about kids, and a shy, scrawny 10 year-old that just wanted to go home with his mom. I nodded my head at the basketball court, and said, "Come on Gary, lets go join the others." He held back a little until his mom put her hand flat on his back and gave him a little nudge. Only 6 boys showed up that first day, so I got a ball and divided them into teams. They played a little three on three. Gary wasn't the best athlete, but he had spunk. By the time his mother had been gone 15 minutes, he was running all over the court as he yelled instructions at his teammates. I couldn't help but like the shy kid that was so easy to draw out. I had volunteered for 3 afternoons a week, so it was a few days before I returned to the center. As I walked in, Gary asked me in a very accusing voice where I had been. I explained to him the days I would be there, and he calmed down. He struck me as being so afraid that all the men in his life would leave. That afternoon, as his mother came in to pick him up, he rushed over and gave me a hug goodbye. It was easy for Gary to become my "special boy." It was only a few weeks before we discovered Gary lived only two blocks from me. His mother asked me if I would mind taking him to the center, and dropping him off at home. Of course I didn't mind. Gary would meet me at my house and visit with my wife until we were ready to leave for the center. I was 23 when I got married, and my wife was 22. It was two years later that we learned we would never have children, and my wife didn't want to adopt. We lived our lives by rote. Get up in the mornings and have breakfast before leaving for our jobs. Get home after work and putter around until supper time. Have supper then watch TV until bed time. Get up the next morning and do it all over again. Saturday night was the break in the routine, if you could call it that. We would go out to a restaurant for supper, then a movie and back home for sex. Yes, just like clockwork, once a week at 10:30 on Saturday night we had sex. 52 times a year for 10 years. 520 times we had sex on Saturday night. After ten years of marriage my wife informed me she had met someone new, and left. I think her leaving was almost as hard on 13 year-old Gary as it was on me. Did it start when I noticed Gary was going through puberty? Or was it during that camping trip last year? When Gary changed into his swimming suite right in front of me? It did do something inside of me when I saw those few whispers of pubic hair around his limp plump dick. Maybe it was when I thought I heard him jacking-off in his sleeping bag that night. Or was it when he rested his hand on my thigh a few months ago, and I got hard? I don't know. Gary came over this morning, just as he has every Saturday morning for years. We piddled around, and played a few video games. When Gary won the last game, I turned to him to kiss him on the forehead just as I have done for so many years. Just as my lips were about to reach him, Gary tilted up his head and our lips met. The chaste kiss I was intending turned to passion as I met Gary's very kissable lips and his arms went around me. As his lips parted, I couldn't help but slip my tongue into his mouth. The taste of him took my breath away. I could still taste a hint of the toothpaste he had used that morning. I don't know which of us was trembling more as Gary took my hand and laid it over his hard-on. I couldn't help but give it a little squeeze, as he sucked hard on my tongue. Fear. Pure raw fear of what we were doing ran through me. What would his mother do if she knew? The fear wasn't great enough to overcome the longing as I felt his hand grope for my dick. I felt his hand trying to get my zipper down, and we broke our kiss as I tried to help. His hand went in my fly and fumbled around as he tried to free my cock. It popped free, and I was as hard as I had ever been. I could only stare at his hand wrapped around my hard-on. He used my dick like a lead line as he led me to the bedroom. Not a word was spoken as we undressed each other. I slipped off his Raider's tee shirt, and even though I had seen his naked chest many times, I was seeing him with new eyes. I unfastened his jeans, and let them drop to the floor. His briefs were tented out. I slipped my hand under the elastic of his waistband, and gently pulled them down. His beautiful cock was standing up proud for me to inspect. I had to touch it and give it a caress before going any farther. I knelt in front of him to untie his shoes, and his dick was just inches from my face. I lay my cheek against it, and Gary let out a low moan as I inhaled the smell of him. He balanced himself with a hand on my shoulder as I removed his shoes and slipped his pants and underwear off. He didn't smell dirty and I couldn't help placing a kiss on his plump heavy nuts before raising and hugging him to me. He quickly had me undressed and we moved to the bed. Gary snuggled against me and threw one leg over mine as his hand once again wrapped around my dick. He was humping his cock against me, and I couldn't reach it, as he started jacking me off. My hand was rubbing up and down his back from his shoulders down over his ass. I was cupping his butt cheek in my hand when I had to tense as my cum shot from my dick. 5 - 6 shots splattered me and Gary before I relaxed. I could feel his cock jerking against me as he tensed and expelled his cum between us. We had only recovered a few moments before his lips were once again pasted to mine. We just lay there kissing and petting each other. It gave me time to think. Was what we had done so terrible? Just because we were both guys did that make us bad people? So what if Gary is only 15? He is mature for his age. He seemed to want it just as bad as I did! Finally he broke our kiss and snuggled into my arms with his head on my chest. He was absently twirling his finger through my chest hairs when I spoke. "Gary, we need to talk about" His finger was pressed against my lips, hushing me, letting me know he didn't want to talk yet. I just lay hugging him to me. The cum on us was almost dry by the time Gary stared into my eyes and said, "Take a shower with me, please." Hand in hand we walked naked to the bathroom. Gary reached in and turned on the water, holding his hand under the stream as he adjusted the warmth. He turned the nob and the water sprayed from the shower head. We waited a moment for the line to warm up before stepping under the spray. We stood letting the spray run down our bodies as I cupped his butt cheeks with my hands and hugged Gary to myself. I couldn't help wondering what I was doing. Gary is just a kid. I've never lusted after any guy. I had to admit to myself that was wrong. I had been lusting after Gary. Even if I couldn't have admitted it to myself at the time, I had been wanting this to happen. How many nights had I lain in bed forcing myself to block out the image of Gary as I jacked-off? Gary got the soap and started lathering me up. His hands on my shoulders and chest felt more erotic than anything I had ever felt before. I wanted him to touch me like that forever! He paid special attention to my cock and balls, as he gently washed and massaged them. Gary turned me around and washed my back. I didn't resist as his hand slipped in my crack and washed my ass hole. It felt a little weird when one of his fingers slipped inside me, and I was a little shocked. I guess Gary could tell. He withdrew his finger and said he was sorry. He said he thought I would like it as he enjoyed doing that to himself. I told him not to worry about it, I just wasn't expecting him to do that. As the water washed over us, we had a long talk. We both admitted that we had never done that kind of stuff with a guy before, but we both wanted to do it with each other. I told Gary we could try anything at least once. If one of us didn't enjoy it, we just wouldn't do that anymore. I quickly washed Gary, and I admit I didn't find it dirty when I slipped my finger up his ass hole. I didn't know about finding his prostate and massaging it then. That didn't happen until later in the day. No, I just played awhile before tuning him around and washing his front. I really enjoyed washing his dick and balls. We finally got out and tenderly dried each other before slipping on our pants. I fixed us a couple of grilled ham and cheese sandwiches for lunch, and Gary grabbed a couple of cans of root beer out of the frig as I got the chips. We didn't need to talk during lunch. It was enough for me to just eat and watch Gary as he would take a bite of his sandwich and chew. I don't know why, but I was fascinated by the way he would sip his root beer, then take a bite of his sandwich, followed by some chips. We just smiled back and forth at each other as we ate. The dirty dishes were stuck in the dishwasher, and we soon found ourselves back in the bedroom laying naked on the bed. I had to grin to myself as I lay hugging Gary's naked body against me. My wife and I had never had sex during the day. It was always late on Saturday night with the lights off, as if it was something to be ashamed of. Well, I wasn't ashamed of Gary seeing me, nor was I bashful about looking at his beautiful body. I rolled Gary onto his back and started kissing his neck. I worked my way across his shoulders with little kisses. Down his still hairless chest, and across to his nipple. I sucked it into my mouth, and Gary moaned as it hardened under my tongue. Gary's hands were on the back of my head gently pressing down as I moved to his other nipple. It too was firm and rigid by the time I started kissing down his abs to his belly button. I stopped at the little slit on his tummy, and worked my tongue into the hole. Gary giggled so I moved on. I was kissing around the edge of his pubic area, wondering to myself if I wanted to kiss there also. I decided I did. I inhaled deeply the musky young man odor of him. He didn't smell bad at all. I planted kisses in his sparse pubic bush. His cock was rigid and almost against his stomach, so I placed a few kisses along the shaft also. I nuzzled his nut sac and planted kisses there before moving back to his dick. I let my tongue run up his shaft all the way to his fat dick-head. As I licked the swollen head Gary gave a loud groan and the word cock-sucker popped into my mind. Every bad thing I had ever heard about the word rushed through my mind as I decided if I was going to be a cock-sucker. I let his dick slip into my mouth and Gary groaned "Oh, God, Bill!" I didn't know what to do, but I did have enough sense not to let my teeth scrape him. I didn't have to do anything before he tensed and started shooting his cum into my mouth. His hands were pushing my head down as he strained upward trying to force more of his dick into my mouth as he shot 4 or 5 gobs of his boy cum. I hadn't thought about that! I didn't know what to do with the cum. It didn't taste bad. It was a little salty, but didn't have much taste otherwise. I just started swallowing it. I lay sucking on his dick and massaging his balls with my hand as he relaxed and went soft. We lay snuggling for a long time before Gary started kissing my body. If this was what it felt like for him, I didn't see how he lasted as long as he did. I was trembling with anticipation by the time he reached my dick. He stuck his forefinger in his mouth getting it wet with spit. He reached the puckered entrance of my ass chute and gently slipped his finger inside me. His mouth was wrapping around my cock as his finger touched my prostate. I exploded with a scream! Gary gagged as I forced more of my dick into his mouth then he could handle. Shot after shot of cum was leaving my nuts for his mouth. I couldn't stop shooting! It was the hardest and longest climax of my life as I shot into my young lover's mouth. I was straining so hard that my butt was completely off the bed. I fell back onto the bed completely exhausted as my climax released me, and Gary gently sucked and licked me clean. He crawled up into my arms and I hugged him to me as I drifted off to sleep. I don't know how long I slept, but Gary was still in my arms smiling at me when I awoke. I told him I love him, and he replied that he knew I did and he loves me too. We dressed and watched a little TV before it was time for him to go home. As he was getting ready to leave, he told me he wants us to try fucking tomorrow. Right now, I'm going to have to go jack-off. The End Comments to: idc90@hotmail.com I answer all e-mails so if you should write and not get an answer, I didn't get it. Hotmail sometimes gets overloaded and loses mail. Please try again. Thanks for reading Joe Camp 1999