boylove, my story


Boylove, my story

My Aden


Many people ask about my young man, Aden, who appears on my ‘About Me’ webpage. We met 2 years ago where I have met most of my young lovers over the years, a popular city owned aquatic center with several swimming pools and a huge gym along with tennis/racket courts

As always when in the market for a boy I sit in the hot-tub with a great view of the main pool and the change room door. My job hours allow me to be there after school, the best time of day to identify the regulars. In a matter of days, I have picked out 3 or 4 possible candidates. Am I a stalker? No, call it good detective work.

I look for certain traits exhibited that I won’t get into here, and narrow my search down to perhaps two boys. Anyway, Aden met all the criteria after befriending him, over the month we developed a very good friendship seeing each other away from the facility. We’d take in a movie, the science center, and hockey games. Meeting mom is a crucial element in gaining access to the 12 year-old boy. He was already telling her of the man who was teaching him to swim (hard to believe that there are kids who don’t know how to swim when it usually comes naturally).

When I did finally meet Janet, a single mom holding down two jobs to raise her son and 15 year old daughter while picking him up to take in an NHL game, I found her very friendly, but perhaps a little leery of the time I was spending with him. Over coffee, I explained that I was seriously considering offering my time to a local chapter of Big Brothers, however after meeting Aden, I felt I had found a boy in need of a male mentor and how much I liked him, complimenting her on raising such a well adjusted young man. There were many more occasions to meet with her and build a good relationship, both having Aden’s best interest in mind.

Many times I brought Aden home for a quiet night of TV and some dinner. It is extremely difficult to not molest a boy before he is ready, however, that’s where so many men fail in their objectives. The grooming process takes weeks, if not  months. Boys love to be treated as equals, man to man. I engage them in adult conversations, politics, current events and especially sex.

I would make comments on pretty girls at the mall and then toss in a cute boy with equal enthusiasm. I keep them thinking and wondering about my sexuality, not one has ever bluntly asked if I was gay, they beat around the bush and ask why am not married or have a girlfriend. Little white lies, I tell them that I do see a couple of women but never found that special one. It a prime time to confide that I am open minded and also enjoy men sometimes. “Always keep my options open and I’m never lonely that way.” I move on to another topic quickly letting them dwell on my confession.

About 8 weeks later I thought Aden was ready. We had planned a trip to the mountains for the weekend, already cleared with mom. The Tuesday before, he was at my place for dinner when I dropped the bombshell on him.

“Aden, I like you a lot, buddy, and I think you like me. I think of you as my best friend and not a twelve year old kid because you’re so mature for your age. Sometimes friends take their friendship to another level. They make each other feel nice sharing their bodies. I mean what could be more intimate and personal than two buddies having great sex together?”

His eyes were like saucers and his chin dropped, red as a beat. He was truly uncomfortable and extremely nervous.

“I don’t want an answer right now, I want you to take a few days to think about if you want to continue our relationship but on other terms. I don’t think I can go on being just friends anymore. I want to have fantastic sex with you and pleasure you like you have no idea about, but I want so badly to show you. As I sais think about it long and hard, I would never force you into anything you didn’t want to do.

I will meet you Friday after school at McDee’s as planned. If you don’t show up, I’ll know what yer decision is and respect that.”

Aden usually phoned me at work most every night we weren’t getting together. When he never called my hopes were shattered. I used that ploy and other boys and never failed to gain their approval. Men make such bad judgment errors trying to seduce a boy who is unprepared and scared. They may cooperate, but the sex is not good for them. Believe this or not, boys are more fearful of being seen naked than having sex! Aden had seen me naked plenty of times in the change room and showers, but I had yet seen more than his butt. Boys today are much more shyer about their bodies than ever before, and I cannot figure out why or how that evolved. Maybe its the non-mandatory shower after gym class anymore. Hell, I remember as a kid swimming naked at the YMCA along with every other male of all ages. Today, most youth use the towel-wrapped change method. I didnt even know if Aden was cut or not, had pubic hair or what he sported under the baggy shorts he wore at the pool. I did know that he jerked off and could cum, shyly told to me when the subject came up at some time or other. He was the first one I hadn’t seen in all his glory at least once.

Nonetheless, that fact intrigued me. Undressing Aden, if given the chance, would be like unwrapping a gift, an idea of what’s inside, but not knowing the make and model. I find all boys’ bodies beautiful, genital size has no bearing on anything. I don’t think any man would be particular, he will only count his blessings for having a boy.

Friday seemed to take forever to roll around. I sat at a window seat at McDee’s drinking a coffee. I had a clear view of the road and the junior high school 6 blocks away. At 3:30 I saw the kids begin to filter out of the school. An elementary and high school nearby also drove kids to the street, many would be coming to McDee’s for a snack. I peered down the street in apprehension hoping to get a glimpse of Aden in the throng of kids.

I guess I never really had to look for him before, he always appeared on the dot at 3:40 when I would give him money for a chicken burger, fries and a large pop. He would tell me about his day, sometimes he was bullied, however, the meek and mild natured boy could look out for himself when he had to. He had very few friends, one girl in particular, Kimberly-Ann, that I would tease him about getting into her pants and he would get all embarrassed and swear that they were just friends, he had no interest in her that way. When a boy has a girl as his best friend … well, it’s a bonus point in my evaluation of criterium factors in the selection process.

I was sad, never having been stood up before. Matter of fact, most every boy called me the next day agreeing to my terms. I will not lie, I shower them in gifts, clothing, latest video games, and outings. There was a lot at stake for boys of poor families by cutting off our relationship. If sex is what I wanted, the only way to pay me back, they obliged. I am being most honest, the proverbial carrot over their heads does indeed factor in to their thinking and logic.

3;45 –Still no Aden. I gave up hope and was finishing off my coffee when I spotted him down the street. His red backpack used as his bookbag was bulging with what could only be his change of clothes for the weekend away with me. I wanted to cry. I loved him so much, realizing that for the first time … or admitting it to myself at last when I knew he was mine.

“Hey!” he said avoiding eye contact.

“Hi, buddy.” I replied trying to keep my excitement contained. “You came … I didn’t think you were going to.”

I sensed his discomfort and loss for words to reply, I gave him money for his meal and asked him to get me the same without the pop.

“But it comes with it.”

“Then ask if I can have a coffee instead.”

He returned with a tray of food and a large coffee and handed over my change that I told him to keep. He said, “Thats okay, my mom gave me some spending money for the weekend. Enough to buy you lunch, too. She insists.”

I had no idea how much money Janet had given her son, but any amount I knew was a king’s fortune to her. She was a woman who prided herself in accepting no charity. I often brought over groceries, “Two for one, Janet. I’m a single man, what the hell am I going to do with all that stuff?” Truth was, I bought groceries for the family, mostly microwavable meals for the kids to heat up when Janet was at work.

*  *  *

I met his grandma at thanksgiving. I was invited for turkey dinner. I dropped off a ham the day before claiming that my employer was generous and gave them to employees. The old lady was a hoot! Liked her wine that she claimed kept her alive for 81 years. I was shocked when she called me “Robocop” as Aden had nicknamed me due to my profession in high-end security.

Phyllis was one laugh after another. She just didn’t give a shit what she said, claiming she had earned that right over the years. She hinted that Janet and I would make a lovely couple, which embarrassed both Janet and me.

“Why the hell not? Neither of you are getting any younger!”

I used the same lie that I used on Janet first meeting her. “I have a girlfriend, Phyllis. She works out of town. Unfortunately, we don’t get to see each other often enough, maybe a weekend a month I’ll go there, or she will come here. Aden knew that to be a fib, otherwise he would have met the lady by then,

“Shame.” she said. “Her ex was a loser. Hardly ever held a job. Must have had a big cock, though, to keep Janet so long before tossing him out in the street!”

“Mother … shut up, there are children present.” Janet chastised, red faced in front of me.

Aden saved the day and any further uncomfortable moments when he asked, “Wanna see my room, Rob?”

“Sure.” I replied.

Janet joked saying, “There’s a haz-mat outfit in the closet. I advise you to wear it.”

His room was quite the mess. Dirty clothes scattered about, crusty dishes and glasses, however it was a cool boy’s bedroom. He had model war airplanes hanging off the ceiling appearing to be in a dogfight. Shelves were full of kid’s books; the whole Hardy Boys series that brought back memories of my boyhood of my mother buying another book every month.

Aden had a racing-car bed. I had an incredible urge to fuck him in it and would later jerk off with that on my mind.

Aden sat quietly eating his McDee’s meal. I knew that he was afraid and nervous. I said, “Buddy, first thing we are going to do is check into the hotel then go to the sulphur hot springs. Stinks of rotten eggs, but it’s really cool cuz the hot water comes from underground volcanoes and creates these small pools in the mountains. Suppose to be good for ya, too!”

“Cool!” he said excitedly. I was happy about that.

“I know of a place that only the locals know about that has a natural hot spring. It’s a long hike in the woods. I bring a tent and camp out there sometimes. Everyone is naked … what a blast!”

“Naked?” he asked.

“Yup. Cole and me used to go there. I never told you about Cole. He was a lot like you, –my special friend. He’s the charcoal drawing hanging in my hallway.” I didn’t want to talk about Cole.

*  *  *

Very fond memories of a great kid who didn’t stand a chance in life. I tried to get custody of him, but no, social services deemed me unfit because I lived in a one bedroom condo and worked shifts. I swore that I would remedy that, they decided to ship him across the county to very elderly grandparents. They took him from my home kicking and screaming and nothing I could do about it. I still feel that I let him down. He committed suicide shortly thereafter.

Aden had a loving mother, who had it together. Not a junkie and a whore like Terry whose boyfriends beat on Cole just for the hell of it. That’s when I intervened and took him to live with me. I even had mom sign papers giving me custodial rights for things like school or medical needs, but not full custody which the courts could only decide.

His grades improved dramatically in the year he lived with me. He had his moments when I wanted to throttle him for doing something stupid under peer pressure. He was all boy at 13 years old, and I never lost sight of that. Obviously, we slept together every night, and yes, had sex most nights.

*  *  *

“Naked?” he asked again.

“Yes, naked as naked can be. Men and women and teenagers enjoying what nature had to offer. Don’t confuse nudity with sex, buddy.”

“Well, I don’t think I could ever get naked in front of strangers!” he said.

“Well, I tell you that you’ll feel pretty stupid being the only person dressed with everyone staring at you like you’re weird.”

We finished up our meal and made our way west the seventy miles west on the highway. Aden had his buds in his ears and was bobbing his head. I reached over after a while and pulled them out. “Hey, buddy, that’s pretty rude when other people are around.” I had no problems disciplining him, or any other boy in my life. Sometimes a man has to take the role of a disciplinarian. Report cards, homework, cockyness, selfishness and of course, laziness.

We enjoyed the public hot springs that were basically a swimming pool, the hot sulphur water pumped in. From the change rooms, one got into a channel of water that led to the great outdoor main pool. Not my idea of fun, but Aden seemed to enjoy it.

The tourist area brought people from around the world. Japanese and European families mostly. I always admired the European’s for their free spirit regarding nudity. Fathers and sons showered together in the buff after the hot spring experience. The eye candy was spectacular, little kids to seventeen bathed carefree under the showers. I never had a hang up about my own body, hell, I could go naked anywhere and not give a shit. Our gay campouts as example. No big deal, I love the feeling of freedom of clothes, probably the only time the younger gay community doesn’t judge you by what you’re wearing!

den would have no part in stripping off his shorts in the shower. I even tries to coerce him by saying, which was true, that hot springs could cause parasites and stressed that cleaning ones body thoroughly with soap and water was a preventive measure.

Not a chance in hell he was going to peel of his shorts in front of two dozen other naked males. He scrubbed himself under his shorts. I was preoccupied with the scenery of a family of boys aged 10 to 16, blond hair and blue eyes. Even dad was absolutely gorgeous. I detected the language as Swedish and confirmed that making small talk with dad. They were visiting the surrounding area for three weeks. A perk his employer offered paying for airfare and accommodations at the same hotel Aden and I were staying at. I liked Josef, we agreed to meet for dinner later that evening.

Aden had mentioned that he liked lobster tails, only having them once. I ordered him a whole lobster that he had no idea how to tackle. The Swede boys showed him how to break open the shells and reap the sweet meat from the claws and tail. He wasn’t to keen on the innards, but nor was I. We had great company over dinner, Josef’s wife every bit as beautiful as her family. Damn, them boys had great genes!

When Josef asked the waiter for the bill, he meant the whole table. I protested, he waved me off saying we were the friendliest people he’d met yet. Little did he know my cock was hard for any one of his sons, including him!

Josef’s boys invited Aden to join them in the games room to play ping-pong. Mom excused herself to go to bed and Josef and I adjourned to the bar for a few more cocktails. Aden had a swipe card to access the room, so I wasn’t worried about him.

All I could think of was the eleventh-hour was approaching. I was going to have sex with Aden, both of us well aware of the fact, and probably equally as nervous. He was fully dressed watching TV when I entered the room close to 10pm. I kicked off my shoes and joined him on the bed. perhaps I was a little to aggressive, but what had to be there was no pussy-footing around.

I unbuttoned his shirt and aggressively pulled it off his shoulders and arms. His armpits were delicious, as was his ears, neck and tits. He was tense as a board. I lapped his bellybutton as I unfastened his belt and jeans. I thought he might be intimidated being stripped naked. I stood and undressed, although he had seen me naked plenty of times, he’d never seen me erect that I made sure  he got an eyeful of.

“Sit up and on the edge of the bed.” I ordered

Aden did as told, I took his hand and wrapped his fingers around my cock. Eye level, he had his first view of an excited man. He knew enough to stroke it long and gently. I swear some things are naturally inherent in males. Same as blowjobs.

“Suck it for me, buddy.” I asked. “I want your lips around my cock more than anything else in the world.”

I truly could not read his demeanor. He was frightened, yes, but there was something else, something overpowering him. His breaths were labored, chest heaving, his hand shook holding my cock so close to his lips. I didn’t pressure him, I knew he would take it in his own time, I was confident of the fact.

Moments later he leaned in, opened his mouth and took my head, I pushed more more length in that he accepted. I wanted to fuck his face so bad, I felt my balls ready to erupt. I had dreamt of the the moment I would make him mine far too long. However, I wanted him naked and devour his genitals. The gift was only half unwrapped, I wanted my prize desperately.

I laid him back on the bed, took off his socks, sucked his toes while working his jeans and underwear down over his hips. Very pleased to see he was erect, my hands beat my face to his genitals. Five beautiful inches of boy cock, thick as my thumb. uncut, the foreskin barely covered his crown. His cherry-size testicles hung close to his groin. I could have counted the short, black pubic hair above his base, more were just sprouting the surface of his skin like a man’s five o’clock shadow around what he had already grown.

Aden kept trying to cover himself with both hands. I pulled his hands away and told him how nice he looked, more than I ever expected. He seemed to relax then and allowed me to explore him. The fibers of growing hair were soft, not bristly as I expected, as was the already blossomed short ones. Aden was definitely the my first first stage puberty boy, and I loved it! I was going to watch him mature over the years into a young man. For that I was grateful.

Sliding him up the bed, I got between his legs and tasted the forbidden fruit. No lightening strikes or God abonomishing me. Only the sweet taste of boy-cock and the moans from above.

I worked his cock mouth and hand for a good two hours. Finally he started to shiver-like, his muscles tensing and an “oh, oh, oh, escaping his heavy breathing. I worked twice as hard if that was possible, sucking him off down to the base, no hand stimulation other than his balls. Aden squealed, almost as if in pain and let loose a volley of nectar in my mouth, not much, but a sample of things to cum in future.

When we cuddled on the bed, I didn’t have to ask, Aden planted himself between my legs and did a wonderful first attempt at sucking my cock. Something he would master, honestly, the best head I’ve ever had in my life! If there was a truer expression of a cock pig, Aden is it. He loves pleasing me to this day. Often, he has surprised me, having a key to my place, at seven in the morning when I get home, he’s naked on his knees tearing at my trousers in the vestibule.

*  *  *

I think I started this story with the intentions of telling about Aden’s school weekend ski trip not long ago. I have always preached to all my young lovers the importance of not labelling oneself. They are much to0 young to decide one way or the other if they are gay. I won’t even use the term ‘bisexual,’ simply, it’s exploring options. A few of my boys were lost to girls, although they kept coming back for sex. Two I allowed to fuck their girlfriends in my bed, a safe environment, condoms plentiful … that I wanted to see after the fact to ensure it! No harm done knowing they have my bed while I’m at work, or at home. All I can say is lucky girls, but I had him first!

Back to my story. Aden went away on a weekend junior/senior high school ski trip to the mountains. I wanted him to socialize with other kids instead of spending his weekends with me. However, he didn’t see it that way, his comfort level was with me.

When he mentioned the ski trip, I was all for it, telling him he would meet other boys his own age to hang out with. I was quick to give him a check to cover the costs and some spending money over the long weekend. That Friday I drove him to meet the school buses to take the kids away. I told him to just be his usual good natured self.

He called me at work the Monday evening when he got home saying he had a great time. However I knew him well and detected something was wrong. I told him I was off Friday and we could talk then.

He sat on the sofa looking at his lap and said, “ I gave my roommate a blowjob. and now I’m scared he’s going to tell everyone.”

I was floored. Aden gave another guy a BJ? So unlike him.

I knew he was upset and said, “Okay, tell me everything.”

The students were housed two to a room, room assignments randomly prearranged. Kyle was 16. As Aden described him one of the coolest guys at school, football player, all around jock. When Kyle stipped down to his underwear, Aden admitted to me that he was turned on by the muscular teen. I never wanted to acknowledge it before, but my Aden was a queer, sure as the nose on my face!

“He sat at the end of his bed and kept flicking through porno channels, claiming that he had 20 seconds before the room would be billed.”

Hell, I thought, how the heck would a 16 year-old boy know details about hotel pay-per-view porn!

Aden continued. “So … was like he kept saying how horny he was, ya know, touching himself under his underwear while he flipped through the movies. he then said something about wanting a blowjob and his bitch, Jenny was a cock teaser and only once put her hand in his pants and felt him up. He said again how badly he wanted a blowjob … so I said that I would do it for him if he wanted.”

I was intrigued, my Aden offering a guy a blowjob?

“He laid down on his back with his feet on the floor and took his cock out slowly jerking off, I got between his legs on my knees and did it for him. After he came, he got all moody and wouldn’t talk to me. He went to sleep. I did the same in my bed.

I was aghast to say the least. All I could think of saying was, “Did you enjoy it?”

“Fuck yeah! But I felt really guilty after when he ignored me. Then the next morning he asked me to do him again, that time he jerked me off. When he came he told me  not to tell anyone or else … he would beat me up.”

“Well, you aren’t going to tell anyone. His secret is safe with you. And I wouldn’t be worried that he will tell anyone, after all, he gave you a handjob. I’ll bet that he would have blown you had you spent another night together.”

I will admit. I was kind of hurt that he screwed around on me. However, I was nobody’s fool. I had loved and lost to both boys and girls. I was the one who promoted expanding horizons. I was the one who would eventually be left lonely. When you love boys, you had best expect it. Cherish what you have while you have it!

If you love something let it go free. If it doesn’t come back, you never had it. If it comes back, love it forever.”
– Doug Horton

The end

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