4 comments/ 67877 views/ 39 favorites Shy Jared Ch. 01 By: Cruel2BKind *All characters are 18+ Subsequent chapters may take a little longer as I will be working on Poor Simon* Darryl Smith did not have an exulted life. He was not living the American dream. He was a janitor at a high school with a social society like Lord of the Flies. The teachers were snooty, the sports stars got their asses kissed by everyone, and everyone treated him like some sort of trained monkey in a blue coverall. Darryl, however, was content. He had been in the Korean War near the very beginning in the early fifties. He had stayed in the trenches for two months, long enough to write four letters home, and lost his foot when some bonehead dropped a grenade. He had been one of the lucky ones, two others died and one had lost both legs from the crotch down. He was 56 and living well. He rented the apartment in the basement of the school for peanuts, and got free veterans welfare. It was four in the afternoon, about an hour after all the kids who didn't have sports or clubs went home. Kids who were in clubs and basketball were trickling out in singles and small groups, and Darryl was mopping muddy footprints from one of the side entrances. The snow was melting, so the dull green tiles were filthy with snowmelt mud. He was going to the janitors closet when he heard the sound. The janitors closet was in a narrow concrete hallway that Darryl had to nudge couples from at least twice an hour during the day. He was just outside the hallway, about to go in and dump the old gray water into the sink when he heard the noise. It was the muffled frightened sobs of a young man. It was a low hurt scared sound. Then there was ugly laughter. Darryl was a big man, but big didn't mean soft. He weighed 250 and his body was rock-hard. No longer chiseled as it had been when he was younger, but mostly slab-like muscle. He was just over six feet tall. He was big, but not too big as to give himself away when he went silently into the narrow hallway. He slid into the entryway to the closet without any of the four boys noticing. Two boys were holding a third back, and the fourth was cowering under the big porcelain sink. It was a frail-looking kid with huge horn-rimmed glasses dangling from one ear and a bloody nose. All three of the other boys were wearing letter jackets. The one in the middle was big on the wrestling team and Darryl recognized the other two from the football team. "C'mon Henry!" The boy with pimples and barn-beam shoulders panted. "If yah hurt the little fucker too bad we're gonna get in deep shit!" "Yeah Henry!" The other boy Darryl recognized from the auto shop class that he substituted for when the teacher was too drunk. Victor Duke, a mean weasely fucker who liked to fuck off in class and give an unconvincing innocent expression whenever anyone told him to get to work. The boy in the middle was taller then the broad boy and more muscular then Victor. His face was twisted, not into a bullying sneer, but a rictus of pure rage. "Little ass-fairy deserved it." He snarled. The boy under the sink moaned. "I ain't gonna lay off the little queer until he learns his fucking lesson!" Henry lashed out a foot and got the boy under the sink in the stomach. The boy screamed breathlessly and his feet scrabbled uselessly on the green tiles, trying to hide further in the narrow space under the sink. Darryl came forward silently, his face calm but his wide blue eyes furious. His hands moulded into huge fists with silvery scarred knuckles. They didn't see him until he grabbed the red-and-gold collar of Henry's leather letter jacket. His other fist went up, hitting three short powerful blows right to the stomach and short ribs. Henry bent at the waist and threw up, but Darryl was already moving. He hooked his leg behind the short powerful boy's knees, throwing him off balance before sending a right hook to the throat. Victor had barely managed to give a weak punch to Darryl's back when he turned and backhanded the pale greasy asshole in the face. The three would-be tormenters of the boy cowering under the sink fled, reeling and barely understanding what had happened to them. Darryl turned, and saw the boy crawling from under the sink. He had long coltish legs and slim hips dressed in faded bluejeans. He was holding his twisted glasses in his hands and his face was bloody and streaked with tears. His hair was so dark brown it was nearly black, and a little too long. Darryl felt his hard lined face soften, and he reached out a big callused hand. "Come here son, lets get you cleaned up." --- The boy's name was Jared Davis. Darryl was looking at the twisted glasses through his readers with a needlenose pliers and a tiny screwdriver while Jared called and fed a lie to his mother. Darryl liked the sound of the boy's voice, it was warm and soft and husky. "Yes mom... yes... I just ran into a pole, I'm sorry I wasn't looking...Mr. Smith says he can fix them... I'll be home by seven, I might go to the comics store... yes mom...I'm sorry mom... thanks, bye mom." He put down the heavy black melted-barbell shape of the receiver and blushed a little as Darryl looked at him. "Thank you Mr. Smith." He whispered. He sat down on Darryl's military-neat bed and nursed the white mug of coffee the older man had given him. A large shiner was developing on his left eye, but he had wiped at the blood with wet tissue paper and he looked presentable. Darryl tweaked the arm of the horn-rims with the pliers. "Don't call me Mr. Smith and I wont call you Mr. Davis... My name's Darryl." Jared took a deep breath and a sip of the black coffee. The coffee was hot and strong and soothing. "I just want to thank you Darryl." "Hmf. These are for you, a little crooked, but close enough for Government work." Jared took the glasses and put them back on. Darryl smiled a little; the glasses made Jared look pretty damn cute. The boy was pale and nervous. "Will you... will you tell anyone?" Darryl sighed. "I wont tell, I ain't one for making trouble. But could you tell me why they were bothering you? Those boys?" Jared looked upset and pale, and Darryl thought he knew the answer. Jared wiped his eyes quickly with his sleeve and took a deep breath. Darryl already knew what he would say. He had read it in the slightly vulnerable set of the kid's shoulders, and in the unconsciously feminine way he crossed his ankles and in his mannerisms. Faint faint signs that the untrained eye would simply ignore. "I was in physical education." His voice was a very soft monotone and Darryl had to strain to catch it all. He kept his eyes on those soft pink lips as the boy spoke. "I was taking a shower, and I saw... I saw Henry's..." He couldn't finish, but Darryl finished for him. "You saw this boy's cock and you got an erection." Jared flushed and tears welled behind the thick glasses. "Yeah." He whispered. His secret was out, and he was on the verge of weeping. Darryl leaned back in his tatty armchair. "The same thing happened to me when I was your age." Darryl kept his eyes down, but he could feel the kid's shock, it was like a physical presence in the room. "I was pretty big, even then, so I could defend myself pretty well. But I took my lumps." He raised his eyes and the expression on Jared's face was enough to make his cock twitch. The boy was looking at him wide-eyed, with flushed red patches on his cheeks and ears. His lips were slightly parted and his eyes sparkled. His thoughts couldn't have been clearer if a comic-book thought bubble had appeared over his head. 'I'm not alone!' is what that bubble would have read. Jared looked down, shy and unsure and unbelievably curious. The monumental gap of their age and gender and society and Jared's naiveté stretched between them. Darryl bridged that divide. He reached for the empty mug that lay forgotten in Jared's loosely cradled hands. "Would you like some more coffee?" Darryl's voice was warm and gentle and inviting. "Yes please." Jared whispered, shy and ready to know more. --- Their time turned into a quiet sharing of stories. Stories of loss and frustration and confusion, and in Darryl's case, joy. Jared went first, and he spoke quietly, and sometimes tearfully about his first and only sexual encounter. His best friend Matt had come over to his house when they were both fourteen. Matt had brought over a penthouse magazine that he had stolen from his father's underwear drawer and was so excited to use it, but too scared to use it in his house. They had masturbated together in Jared's room with the door shut. But Jared had not been looking at the blonde girl's breasts or legs (back then, the only magazines that showed pussy were European, the first edition of Hustler would come out in four years) he had been looking at his friend's body. He looked at Matt's body, cringing with a mixture of confusion and shame and fear and self-hatred. Matt had noticed near the end. Matt had been a good friend till the end. He didn't explode or give away Jared's secret, but he never spoke to Jared again, and they had gone to different high schools. Darryl moved so he sat on the bed, a respectful few inches away from Jared. He put his arm around the boy's shoulders. They just sat there for a few moments, Jared trying not to cry and Darryl making soft soothing noises; occasionally murmuring 'It's okay' or 'Shh'. When Jared had it back under control, Darryl scooted closer so their sides were touching and he began to tell his story. Jared was fascinated with the touch of the older man's warm solid body touching his side, and the comforting weight of Darryl's arm draped over his shoulders. "I didn't have any encounters until I found a little dive bar crammed in the streets of St. Paul. It was called 'Harvey's' but everyone called it 'The Hole', and for a pretty good reason." Darryl shifted, and Jared felt his cheeks flush. He knew that Darryl's story would be much more explicit then his. He had been very shy and used words like 'we touched ourselves' instead of masturbation or 'I looked at him' instead of describing what he had been looking at. "In the back there was a little plywood wall with a hole cut into it and lined with cotton padding. If you gave the bartender fifty cents he would let you back into this room. There you would put another quarter into the hole and then stick your cock in. Someone behind the wall would suck on it until you came." Jared gasped and clasped his hands firmly over his crotch to hide his growing arousal. He only knew about gay sex in the vaguest of ways. He knew that gay men would put their cocks in each others assholes, but the only reason he even knew that was because in the bible that his mother read before dinner each night it was called sodomy. The idea, just the sheer idea that another man could put his mouth on his cock... Jared flushed and pressed harder on his crotch. Just that idea had nearly made him... come. That word was also new to him. Jared didn't have any male friends, and the only word he had ever known for it was ejaculation. Darryl was watching Jared go through his silent flushes of arousal and shock. He loved the effect he had on the boy, and murky plans were slowly rising to the surface of his brain. "Most of the men there were convinced that it was just a god-ugly woman behind that wall; maybe a granny or some old fucked out whore. The really bullshit ones had themselves convinced that it was where housewives went to be sluts so their hubbys never found out. I knew that it was a man behind the wall. I had suspected for a long time, but finally one day I felt the head of my cock rub against his cheek and I could feel his beard." It was too much for poor Jared. He let out a little squeal and went stock-still under Darryl's arm. Darryl watched with silent fascination until Jared looked up at him, scarlet-faced and panting. "Did you just come?" He asked curiously. "N-No. Almost." Jared's voice was shaky. "I don't have another story, d-do you want to tell another?" He gave Darryl a painfully shy look. His dark brown eyes kept darting nervously to Darryl's crotch. They both had erections; the difference was that Darryl was making no move to hide the bulge in his blue coverall pants. "I have an idea." Darryl leaned closer, so close that their cheeks were almost touching. Jared could smell onions and tomatoes and garlic. "Do you want to see it? Do you want to see my cock?" Jared made a small moaning noise deep in his throat, nearly going through convulsions of embarrassment and want. He nodded and huddled into Darryl's chest. It took all of Darryl's control to slow down for a few seconds. He touched Jared's chin and brought his face up so they were looking at each other, face to face. "Listen Jared, I don't want to make you do something you don't want to do. If I did that, I would be forcing you. I would be worse then those bastards that hurt you earlier. Are you sure Jared?" Jared smiled shakily. "Yeah. I want to see it. I want to see you." Darryl smiled to himself as Jared rested his floppy-haired head on his chest. His arms were perfectly strait and he was still pressing down on his crotch. One-handedly, Darryl unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper. He reached into his white briefs and pulled it out. Jared gasped. Jared had only ever seen his friend Matt's cock. Occasionally he would catch glimpses of cocks in the locker room or at the urinals, but this was only the second erect penis he had seen in his life, and this penis wasn't a slender boy's cock, it was a man's cock. Darryl held himself loosely in one hand, letting the heavy slab of meat rest in his palm as the boy gasped and kneaded his crotch. Darryl's cock was just under eight inches long, dark tan until it reached a circumcision scar and the tip was a paler pinkish color. The head was an angry swollen red. His cock was very thick, almost as thick as Jared's wrist and the tip was the size of a small lemon, and shaped like a bell. One big throbbing vein ran down one side, winding into the thick untrimmed thatch of graying pubic hair. Darryl needed the glasses to read, but he needed no help to see that Jared was kneading his crotch. His sharp eyes saw the fabric mould briefly around a streamlined shape and his mouth watered. "Can you show me yours?" He asked quietly, barely above a whisper. "It's only fair." "Yeah." Jared breathed, his whisper dreamy and slow. Darryl watched hungrily, stroking his hard cock a few times as the sweet naïve young man opened his jeans and took out a lovely young prick and held it in his shaking hands. Jared's voice was raw with shame and hurt. "Its so small." Darryl tightened his arms around Jared's shoulders and growled into his ear. "Don't be ashamed Jared, that is a beautiful cock. Don't compare it to mine; you haven't seen a lot so you don't know, but I'm a bit bigger then most guys, and you should know that size doesn't matter. That is a beautiful cock." Jared leaned into the wonderful older man, blushing furiously and throbbing with waves of arousal. His cock was almost five inches long, and fairly skinny. The bright red mushroom-head was a little bulbous compared to the shaft, and a flap of foreskin covered up the very edge. "Wh-what is that?" Jared asked shyly. He was pointing to the circumcision scar where the skin changed colors on Darryl's thick cock. Darryl reached up so he could ruffle the boy's hair with the hand that had been around his shoulders. What had started out as fondness and lust was turning into real affection, and the boy was so damn naïve that it was cute. "I'm circumcised Jared, it's an operation that a lot of families do to their boy babies, they remove that bit of skin, the foreskin, to reduce infection. You still have yours, lucky little punk. I love it when a man has a foreskin." That made Jared smile shyly, and Darryl loved that sweet smile. It lit up his entire face and turned his face from something thin and rabbity and cute to absolutely beautiful. Darryl spat in his hand and gave his cock a few long strokes while the young man watched him, and the young man copied what he was doing. Darryl liked to slowly move his clamped hand in circular motions as he stroked, lubricated by spit. Jared barely had to move his hand over the skin at all because the loose foreskin slid with his hand. The two men, one near the end of his prime and one on the cusp of it, stroked themselves while eyeing the other. Darryl felt as if the boy's edgy excitement was feeding him, making his arousal even stronger. He could see glimmers of clear precome on Jared's fingers as his cheeks flushed deeper and his hand began to move over his cock with a more frantic tempo. He leaned in and whispered into Jared's ear. "Can I kiss you Jared?" Jared looked back, so startled that his hand froze despite his arousal. The startled look melted into another of his gorgeous shy smiles. Instead of speaking, Jared looked down for a moment and then lifted his head and pressed his lips to the older man's mouth before he could lose his nerve. Jared had never kissed a girl, but he always assumed that the boy was in charge when it came to kissing. So when Darryl took his hand off his cock so he could wrap Jared in both of his arms and deepen the kiss, it inflamed Jared to no end. It was amazing to sit back and let this older man show him what to do. Jared was so startled when he felt Darryl's tongue against his lips that he almost broke the kiss. Then he realized that this is what 'tonguing' meant, felt a little stupid, and relaxed, trusting Darryl entirely with his new sexual education. Jared parted his lips for Darryl's insistent tongue and closed his eyes. He timidly touched his own tongue to the intruder, and they circled and touched, like curious animals meeting for the first time. Jared reached his tongue into Darryl's mouth and the older man groaned softly and sucked on it. Jared suddenly remembered Darryl's story about the hole and the man who would suck on...that part...and he nearly came, whimpering into Darryl's mouth. It seemed like their mouths would never part, and Jared suddenly became aware of Darryl's hands. Heavy, scarred, and unbelievably gentle; Darryl's hands were exploring his torso with a sort of reverence through his thin white T-shirt (he had stripped his sweater earlier, it was hot because of the furnace). Darryl felt the young man's body, moaning with delight at how taut and slender it was. It had been almost a year since he had been with another man, it had been decades since he had been with one this young, or even a fraction as beautiful. His left arm was merely holding Jared in the embrace, but his right hand was like the hand of a blind man, groping to see, to feel the skin and muscles all the way to the bones underneath. Not grabbing blindly for the nipples or rubbing the back, but touching every part of his torso. Jared's body was thin and wiry, but soft in all of the right places, a taut stomach that was vulnerable as a woman's, and when his hand went low on Jared's back he could feel the beginning of a tender cleft in the sliver of skin where the shirt ended and the bluejeans began. He stroked Jared's chest, growling soft and low in his throat when he felt tender rock-hard little nubs jut willingly into his questing fingers, even through the fabric. Pinching and fondling those nubs drew a series of needful high-pitched cries from Jared, and made those slender hips hump the air wildly. Both of the boy's hands were around his neck and he was clinging desperately. Darryl broke the kiss and saw those dark brown eyes open, looking confused and needful. Drops of sweat stood out on the boy's forehead, and not just from the heat. Jared had been in a state of arousal a few strokes away from coming for nearly ten minutes, and had been holding back with every scrap of restraint he had. Shy Jared Ch. 01 For a moment, Darryl didn't say anything, he just stroked the boy's tensing heaving stomach; up and down, up and down, each time getting a little closer to the swollen flushed dick that rested on one bluejeans-clad thigh. "May I?" Was all Darryl said. "Please." Was all Jared said. Darryl leaned in, and Jared parted his lips a little, ready for another kiss. He nearly jumped at the firm commanding tone in Darryl's voice. "No. Watch yourself." Darryl's blue eyes twinkled with affection and lust. Jared trusted him. Suddenly Darryl's rough stubbly cheeks were against the side of his neck. Jared arched and moaned and squirmed as Darryl gently gnawed and nibbled and kissed the sensitive skin on his neck. While Darryl did amazing things to his tender skin, he watched with wide lust-glassy eyes as Darryl's big hand crept with tortuous slowness down his lean stomach. "Ahh...ahh!" He couldn't stop the quiet feminine cries from escaping him as Darryl bit him softly. Darryl's fingertips buried themselves into the soft bush of his pubic hair, a soft bush which was paler the hair on his head, a dark gingery-blonde. Darryl fondled and combed the hair with his fingers before moving so slowly to cup the throbbing cock and the testes below in his hand, cupping his entire groin and squeezing gently until his fingers curled around that beautiful slender cock. Jared let out breathy little screams as Darryl stroked him slow and long, practically torturing the young boy who had never withheld an orgasm in his entire life. "Please Darryl." He begged. "Please let me... let me come." "As you wish Beautiful." Darryl whispered, giving Jared's velvety earlobe a nip. Darryl lowered his head again and sucked hard on one spot on his neck, and with his hand he squeezed and pulled gently. Jared clapped his hand over his mouth to muffle a loud shriek. His first spurt of come flew in an amazing jet over his T-shirt, a little dab of it even striking his chin. His penis spasmed and three smaller spurts drizzled jizz over his pubic hair and stomach and Darryl's hand. "That was amazing, Beautiful." Jared watched, open-mouthed, as Darryl brought his hand to his mouth and lapped up every drop of his hot come. Then his fingers went back down and dipped into the cooling drizzles for more. Jared watched as Darryl dipped and sucked his fingers, as Jared had once done when he accidentally drizzled honey on the counter instead of his peanut butter sandwich. He closed his mouth when Darryl rubbed the last drop off of his chin with a saliva-damp thumb and put it in his mouth. "You even taste beautiful." Jared blushed, he didn't know how or if he should reciprocate. He just took a deep breath and timidly reached, his eyes shut tight. His shaking hand bumped on one of Darryl's thighs before wrapping around something that was hard and thick and throbbing, Darryl gasped, sucking air in. "Oh Jesus." He whispered. "Oh Jesus Jared, don't stop, please don't stop, that feels amazing." Jared rubbed clumsily, it was hard to move his hand along the thick shaft, and there was no foreskin so the skin didn't slide smoothly with his hand. Then he remembered what Darryl had done, and he brought his hand up to spit in it. After that his hand went easier. Darryl was amazed and panting. Jared's shy unsure handjob had ten times the allure of a deft experienced handjob from some random man. It was Jared's first, and to watch the dawning expressions of delight and curiosity on that pretty face was just short of heaven. Jared was just as amazed, he had just come, but he found that he was obsessed with Darryl's cock. It was so big and thick and beautiful and amazing. It throbbed so pleasurably under his hand, and the skin was so soft and hot, and almost velvety. "Faster Jared..." Darryl panted. "Oh Beautiful, here it comes!" Jared almost yelped with surprise when he saw the very tip of the bright red cockhead flare, and he flinched, expecting a jet. Instead, semen fell in low heavy arcs, splashing the blue coverall pants and shirt. A hot splash of it landed on the web of flesh between his forefinger and thumb. Curious, and almost dreamily, Jared lifted his hand to his mouth and sucked on his hand. The taste was low and musky and nearly indescribable, there was no reason he should have enjoyed the taste, but he found himself craving it. He watched with something very close to disappointment when Darryl wiped himself with a white cloth. Suddenly things were self conscious and awkward again. They both looked at each other as if to ask, 'What now?'. Jared saw the clock, and it was nearly five. He had spent just under two hours here. "I should go." He whispered, shy and furious with himself. "It's late." "Yeah" Darryl whispered, equally nervous and unsure. He had just given a handjob to a student, eighteen sure, but many of the teachers in this school were of the opinion that all homosexuals should be rounded up and shot. He had no idea what was going though the boy's head, and he suddenly realized how much he had risked with helping this shy young boy. Jared was in the doorway of his small flat when he paused and turned around, blushing furiously. "May I come back tomorrow? We can tell more stories, and maybe do...and stuff." Shuffling a little, he whispered. "I know we can get in trouble for this, but I can tell my mom that I'm staying after for homework... Would you mind?" Darryl felt his mouth curving into a gigantic grin, and he felt a rush of affection for this shy sexy boy. "I would love it if you came back Jared." --- Jared had left, and Darryl went back up into the now deserted hallways to finish mopping the muddy footprints. He glanced outside, and he couldn't stop smiling. It was, and had been, a beautiful day. Shy Jared Ch. 02 *All characters are 18+ Please enjoy chapter 2!* Jared was at home and it was dark. Homework had been done, his new black eye had been fussed over, Grace had been said, dinner had been eaten, chores had been accomplished, and prayers had been muttered. When Jared got home, neither his mother nor father or his ten-year-old twin brothers had thought it unusual that Jared had put on an old turtleneck sweater when he got home. After all, Alfred Davis liked to keep the temperature to about sixty degrees to save on heating oil. Now, after everyone was asleep, Jared had tiptoed into the bathroom. He wanted to see it. He wanted to look at it and touch it just to prove to his shell-shocked mind that what had happened that afternoon, had indeed happened. He looked into the mirror and one of his eyes was a swollen purple lump. When he hooked his fingers into the high baggy neck of the old blue sweater and pulled it down, he half expected to see nothing but his smooth pale skin. Standing there in a sharp contrast to his skin however, was the hickey. The hickey was huge and dark. It was the size and shape and color of a ripe strawberry. Jared touched it gently, and fresh memories flooded his mind and set his groin on fire as he touched the sensitive bruised flesh. Jared was young, and the thoughts of Darryl, and Darryl's hands, and Darryl's mouth had filled his head until he thought that his family would see the terrible things he was thinking of, and throw him out. That's how loud and proclaiming and colorful his thoughts had been. Lightning had not fallen from the sky, or fire, or anvils. He nearly expected his mother's favorite decoration, a large varnished crucifix that hung on the wall in the dining room, to crack in two, or maybe even crumble to ashes. Jared had been raised a devout Catholic, but now he was having his doubts. The crucifix was still standing there, unblemished. Their house still stood, the earth hadn't shaken, and the rivers had not turned to blood. Why did he feel so afraid? Jared shook the God-fearing thoughts from his head. Screw God and the entire church. He would slit his wrists with rusty butter-knives before letting his family know that he didn't like girls, but he wasn't going to deny the one good thing that had ever happened to him to appease a petty God. Jared shuddered. "Sorry." He whispered timidly. He sighed. He had come in here to masturbate, not pray, but suddenly it seemed like praying was the right thing to do. He didn't get down on his knees like his parents had taught him. These were his informal prayers, his real prayers. He stood by the nickel faucet and closed his eyes and whispered a short to-the-point prayer. "God? I like men. You probably know that already, being the Almighty and all. I really don't know how You feel on the subject. They are very clear about it in the Bible, but the Bible was written by men, men like Henry Jenkins and Victor Duke and Allen Hutchens. I really don't think that You, the real You, would have a problem with it. Just putting that out there. Thank you God, and good night." Jared believed in God, and he always would. But he could not believe in the scripture. That would have killed him. Feeling slightly blasphemous, he masturbated quietly in the bathroom to thoughts of Darryl's big warm hands, urinated, brushed his teeth and went to bed. --- Darryl went through a slightly similar phenomenon. He had been an atheist his entire life, but what he appealed to was his sense of honor. 'He's just a KID!!!' One side of his personality moaned. 'He loved it, and he asked to come back!' argued the other. Darryl came to no real conclusion, but the mental argument lasted until three in the morning when he finally fell asleep. When his alarm clock woke him up at 6:30, he found out that he had squirted in the middle of the night, like a randy teenager. --- The bubble of peaceful happiness that surrounded Jared that day at school was quickly and viciously popped when he saw the three boys who had cornered him last afternoon. His eye throbbed in a sudden reaction. Henry's eyes were slitted with fury. The other two boys looked uneasy and Allen's throat was swollen and red. Jared quickly ducked into a nearby classroom and took a few deep breaths. He wasn't out of the woods with those boys. Not by a long shot. --- He kept his head down all day, and right after his last class, calculus, he darted into the basement, making sure none of them were following him. He was pretty sure that Victor had Auto Shop outside, and that Henry and Allen were both in Geometry on the other side of the building, but he didn't breathe easily until he had slipped into Darryl's flat. He smiled shakily and felt a knot of tension unravel in his stomach. Suddenly this one-room flat seemed more like home then any place he had been in his entire life. The room was lit by a bare lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. The bed was a twin bed and it was covered by a few army-regulation blankets and a frayed homemade quilt. He didn't have a kitchen exactly, but he had a heating pad and a sink and a scarred carpenters table and an old Frigidaire. The table was covered in a blue tablecloth with a pile of mismatched dishes and cups. Dry goods were stored in milk crates under the table. His clothes were presumably in an old wooden traveling chest. The room smelled of coffee and tobacco and wood shavings and an old dry smell. A pleasant smell. Darryl didn't smoke cigarettes, but he smoked a bowl of tobacco once a day. That had been one of the many things Jared had learned yesterday, and he treasured everything he knew about the wonderful older man. Jared set his worn book satchel down on the floor and hung his light spring jacket on the bedpost. He wanted to make coffee for the two of them. Coffee seemed like an integral part of there connection, after all. Jared eyed the flouncy pink apron that hung off a hook on the wall. He put it on. Wearing the apron was nice. It was a throwback to the days when he had been a very young boy and people had still screamed with laughter when he stole his mother's makeup and clumsily applied it, trying to 'Make pretty on my face'. When he reached a certain age, such capers had no longer been 'precious' or 'darling'. They had become 'sissy' and 'queer'. Jared put water in the battered tin pot and poured a handful of shiny black coffee beans into a wooden hand grinder. He knew how to do it; his Grandfather had showed him how. He loved how the room was a mix of vintage and modern. "Damn, you look like an adorable little wife in that apron." Jared jumped a little and felt his face flush with embarrassment and pleasure. Darryl was standing in the doorway, smiling and looking at him with those gleaming blue eyes. Jared felt the hickey on his neck throb, and that wasn't the only part of him that did. "Do you mind if I take a shower? " Jared suddenly imagined Darryl naked, with water running down that powerful body and that hard cock, and he flushed bright red. "I d-don't mind." He stammered. Darryl chuckled and gave the boy a brief strong hug. "Glad you came back." He murmured warmly. Jared was about to say something, but he felt the hard knob of Darryl's sex against his thigh and his mouth was suddenly too dry to say anything. Darryl chuckled and walked into the bathroom, unbuttoning his shirt as he went. Jared caught a glimpse of silvery chest hair before the door closed and the water started to sputter against the tiles. --- They sat on the bed, nursing their coffees, and sitting a respectful six inches or so away from each other. Darryl was wearing a long threadbare robe that showed curls of pure silver at the throat and his ankles at the bottom. Darryl chuckled. "I guess it's story time." Jared hesitated a little before nudging his body under Darryl's powerful arm. He leaned into the older man, wondering at how good, how natural this felt. "It was only a day, but I missed you Darryl." Jared was blushing and unable to meet his eye. He couldn't find the words, or the will to say them. He wanted to describe to Darryl the aching lust that had made him masturbate and come in his sleep and hunch over his desk all day. He wanted to tell Darryl that he already felt something like love for him. But Jared couldn't find the words, and when he did find them, he didn't have the courage to speak them. Darryl seemed to understand. "I missed you too, Jared." --- "After I found out for sure that it was a man behind that wall, I came there as often as I could. I sometimes skipped meals so I could scrounge up the money to feed into that hole. After almost two months of coming there as often as I could, I sent in a note. I remember it like it was yesterday, the note was written on the back of a scrap of paper I had torn off a campaign poster, and it said, 'I know you're a man, can I meet you outside when the bar closes?' "I was so nervous, but he didn't say anything, he just sucked my cock like he always had." Jared closed his eyes, imagining a young Darryl. "I waited outside for almost half an hour after it closed, terrified that it would close and he wouldn't come. I was actually about to leave when a scrawny little man came up to me and asked me if I had been 'that guy with the note'." Darryl smiled. "That was my first lover, Matthias Dante. He was a forty-year-old clerk who worked at a law firm. At night he would slide behind the plywood wall. He was a short guy, really wiry no matter how much he ate, pretty hairy. I was twenty, and to me he seemed so old and wise." "I didn't know what to do; I mean, did we go out and eat dinner? Did we take long walks? Did we just lock ourselves in a room and fuck? It was mostly the third one. That strange little man always sucked me off for free after that. We would meet in my apartment, he would suck me off, we would sit around, smoke, talk, and then he would let me fuck him." Jared snuggled closer. He felt so exposed. He had an erection, but he wasn't hiding it. Jared eyed the differences in their crotches, a small hard prong poking the front of his jeans and a hump in the worn green cloth of Darryl's robe. "What is it like? I mean, to have sex with a man?" It took all of Jared's courage to say that out loud. "Do you mean the mechanics of it? Or do you mean how good it feels?" Jared blushed deeper. "The first one... I already know that it feels good." Darryl smiled and gave Jared a little squeeze with his arm. "Well... let's see where I begin... When you have sex with a man, or even a woman I guess, you need to be really hard. When you're young its really easy to get hard, but when you get a little older you really need some of the bedplay to get ready." "When you have sex with a woman, if you're doing it right, the woman is all slicked up. A woman has her own juices, and she makes them when she's turned on. With a man, you have to have something slippery to put in their asshole, and all over your cock." Jared slowly moved his hand over his crotch and started squeezing, moaning a little as the cloth scraped over his sensitive skin. "The first time I had sex, I used a handful of Vaseline. Over the years though; I've used olive oil, soap, spit, one time I even used a handful of bacon grease. We were in the army and there was nothing else but motor oil, and we both knew that wouldn't be good!" Darryl chuckled, and then became serious. "I really loved yesterday, but I wanted to see you so badly. You are a very beautiful young man. May I take your shirt off?" Jared whimpered softly at the throb of arousal. He ducked his head, suddenly unable to look at him. "Y-Yeah." He whispered shakily. "Oh Beautiful, a whole day without you was just too much." Darryl scooped Jared's thin torso into his arms and kissed him. In moments their tongues were tangling and Jared's breath was coming in aroused gasps. His glasses were crooked from the force of the sudden kiss. Darryl was out of breath. He broke the kiss for a moment, Jared's saliva gleaming on his lips. "Hold your arms up Baby." He whispered hoarsely before swooping down to kiss his neck. Jared let out a high-pitched breathy cry as Darryl nibbled at the dark sensitive hickey on his neck. Darryl's big warm hands were reaching under the hem of his t-shirt and peeled it over his head. Darryl backed away a little, holding the younger man by the shoulders and looking him over. He looked like a starving man surveying a nine-course meal, or maybe an art lover reviewing a beautiful painting. Jared was blushing and shy, his eyes downcast, flitting up to Darryl's face before skittering back down. Poor shy Jared loved what he saw in Darryl's eyes. He had rarely seen that lustful, wanting, worshipful expression on anyone's face, and never towards him. Darryl looked over the pale unblemished skin. Jared had very clear fine skin, not a pimple or blemish anywhere. He hungrily eyes that slim girlish waist, and his mouth was watering when he eyed those gorgeous nipples. They were pristine and untouched, the color of ripe raspberries on his pale chest, soft and relaxed. Jared was boyishly hairless except for a pitiful little cluster of transparent hairs at the center of his chest, a little peach fuzz around those luscious pink nipples, and a soft dark tuft under both arms. Darryl's voice was hoarse and haggard with desire. "Lie down Beautiful, and let me taste you. Oh please let me eat you up." Jared moaned a little and lay down on his back, filled with a scintillating mixture of desire and shame. "Please Darryl... Please make me feel good." Before tasting the alluring display Jared had laid in front of him, Darryl took Jared's wrists in his hands. He stroked those slim white wrists, marveling at how slender they were, then he held them over Jared's head with one hand. He hungrily eyed Jared's body, and dipped his head down to taste it. Jared felt his back arch, felt his mouth bubble full of all of the sounds he wanted to make. He bit on his tongue to keep from screaming with the tickly sexy feeling of Darryl's mouth closing on his left nipple. The day before he had been squirming when Darryl touched his nipples through the fabric of his shirt, and now Darryl's *mouth* was there, and he was laving it with his tongue and scraping it with his teeth. Darryl devoured that tender little berry of a nipple. He felt the fuzz tickle his lips and decided then and there to stop shaving, so Jared could know what it felt like to feel stubble on his skin. He could feel the bud of the nipple perk up and become a hard nub in his mouth. Darryl raised his head long enough to lick his lips and go to the other one. Jared was shaking and making the most adorable little noises. Jared wanted to hold Darryl's head, to slow him down, but then he realized how much having his hands restrained excited him. Not being able to stop him added a delicious thrill to the scenario. Darryl's next move had Jared giggling hysterically and laughing and begging him to stop, all the time his cheeks hectic with arousal. Darryl lapped at those tantalizing tufts under his arms. He tasted fresh sweat and soap and the sheer man taste-smell-essence that was Jared. He didn't stop his oral attack on Jared's underarms until all he could taste was his own spit and Jared was gasping weakly for air. Darryl lifted his head to look Jared in the eye, and suddenly the younger man wasn't so shy. He was grinning brazenly at him, looking happy and aroused and almost worshipful. Darryl rose up to give him a quick sloppy kiss before going back to his body. Darryl ran his tongue in meandering tracks down the taut sweat-beaded planes of Jared's abdomen. Jared had a very small wiry build and the flat muscles wavered and trembled under the pale skin. Darryl paid special attention to a small mole just under the shortribs on Jared's right side, kissing it and sucking the skin into his mouth to make a small hickey. "Oh!" Jared mewled, flushing with arousal and grasping the innuendo as Darryl looked up into his eyes and thrust his tongue into the sexy little cup of Jared's navel, fucking it with his tongue. He raised his questing nibbling mouth to ask a question. "Can I do it Beautiful?" He gently cupped his fingers around the tough denim that masked a sweet bulge. "Y-Yes! Yes please Darryl!" Jared was gasping. Darryl released his hands so he could reach the boy's crotch, and instantly the small hands began fondling his own body, tugging on the sensitive nipples and rubbing the new hickey on his side. The older man grinned and unbuttoned the pants. He unzipped and pulled the flaps of his fly down so he could see the gorgeous streamlined shape outlined by taut white fabric. Clear fluid had seeped through the cloth to make a small wet patch near the tip. Instead of unveiling the prize immediately, Darryl put the cloth-covered bulge in his mouth and sucked on the damp fabric, feeling the hot pulsing head underneath. Jared shrieked, unable to muffle the delirious cry that escaped his lips. Darryl's mouth was on him! He cradled Darryl's shaven head in his hands and bit his lips to muffle the sounds. "Shh... Shh... it's alright Beautiful... just calm down." Jared's eyes were closed, but he felt the draft of warm air on his cock as Darryl pulled his briefs away. He felt the way his penis leapt to attention. He waited for more sensation; he needed more sensation. Jared mewed softly as he felt the feather-light touch of Darryl's lips on the taut flushed head of his cock. Then he felt the slick muscle of his tongue caress the very tip, tasting the dribble of clear fluid. Darryl's fingers fondled the dark blonde bush of hair around his penis, and he reached into Jared's underwear again to pull out a sensitive fuzzy pouch. Jared mewled over and over as Darryl teased the very tip of his cock with his mouth and as Darryl fondled the tender sacs within their pouch. Then Darryl moved slowly. He kept his lips in a tight perfect seal around the hot pulsing shaft as he slowly moved down, feeling the quivering member slide further into his mouth, surrounding it in warm wetness. Jared didn't make a sound. His teeth were clenched tight and he wasn't breathing as the muscles in his hips tightened and he stared at the cobwebby concrete ceiling and his eyes crossed and his vision doubled and he was closer and closer to the tip of some unreachable climax. Then he reached it. Darryl choked as those lean girlish hips bucked wildly in a single thrust, shoving Jared's dick into the back of his throat, he felt his mouth fill with hot musky semen and he heard Jared let out a wild quavering cry. Darryl put his hands on those flexing hips, sliding under the jeans to briefly cup sweet silken buttocks. He sucked firmly at the softening cock until Jared's hips relaxed and he started squirming and giggling because his spent cock was so sensitive. "Come here Beautiful." Darryl purred. Jared obliged, sitting up so he could be in Darryl's arms and press his face into his warm chest. The robe had gaped open a little and the skin was warm and he could feel curls of silvery wiry hair against his cheek. "Thank you Darryl." He whispered, still not brave enough to call him Baby, or Honey, or any of the pet names that danced on the tip of his tongue. "That was really amazing." Darryl's voice was strained with need. "You can thank me by helping me out a little Beautiful." Darryl took one of those delicate white wrists in his large paw and led Jared's hand to the place in the fabric was hot and bulging and damp. Jared looked into his eyes, unsure and insecure and a little afraid. Darryl smiled warmly. "You don't have to suck me off Baby... I wont make you do anything you don't want. Just gimme a handjob, like you did yesterday." Shy Jared Ch. 02 Jared smiled shyly, his face still flushed with sex. He wasn't ready to put his mouth on Darryl's cock, and he was grateful for the older man's understanding. Darryl sat on the bed and Jared, topless and with his fly still unzipped got on his hands and knees. He rested on his elbows while parting the flaps of Darryl's green robe to unveil that big beautiful cock that had filled his dreams. Darryl smiled as the young man stared awed at the sight before him, unconsciously adjusting his glasses in a way that was painfully cute. Moving slowly, and almost with a sort of reverence, Jared wrapped those thin white fingers around that thick engorged shaft. He held the hard phallus in his hand and spat on its surface several times. He started stroking with one hand and then used two, unable to tear his eyes from the pulsing cock. Jared couldn't see how Darryl's face contorted with ecstasy. "Faster Honey-Babe, go faster." Jared never tore his eyes away as he reverted back to one hand, and spat to give himself some more lubricant. His hand moved up and down the shaft faster and faster. He was barely aware of himself moving closer, until his face was barely a few inches away from his flogging hand. Jared dreamily leaned even closer and wrapped his lips around the fat reddened plug of Darryl's cockhead. Darryl made a sound half-snarl and half-groan as he came. Jared seemed to wake up from the trance he had been in as heavy ropes of come splattered his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. None of it hit his mouth, he had drawn away when he felt Darryl's cock spasm. Darryl panted, his eyes closed. When he opened them, Jared was watching him with a timid expression on his face. He was unsure what to do next. Darryl smiled and whipped a blob of pearly white semen from Jared's cheek. He slowly and deliberately smeared it on those full slightly parted pink lips. Jared flushed and his hot little tongue went out to lap at his lip's translucent coating. Silently, Darryl fed every drop of his semen to Jared, wiping it up with his thumb and either panting his wet lips or pushing his thumb into his half-opened mouth. They never broke eye contact. Jared had never done anything so intimate. The spell broke when Jared lapped the last trace of come from his full lower lip and dropped his eyes. The two men performed the ritual act of getting clothed. When they were clothed, Jared clung to Darryl a tight hug. "Thank you so much. Can I come back tomorrow?" The first line was so sincere it was adorable, the second line was so eager and puppyish that it was more adorable. Darryl let out a long belly-laugh and hugged the sweet sexy boy so hard that Jared wheezed. "You can come back whenever you want Beautiful." Jared grabbed his satchel and put on his light winter coat, but before he went out the door Darryl stopped him. "Jared... I just wanted to say thank you." Jared blushed. "Why on earth are you thanking me? You're the one who saved me from those assholes, and... and you're the one who is doing all of this to me. I love it all. I should be thanking you." Jared broke eye contact, so anxious about what he had just said that he was practically cringing with embarrassment. Darryl shook his head. "It ain't like that at all. I'm just a horny old man who fixed your glasses and put my hand down your pants. I want to thank you for liking it. I want to thank you for liking me, and for letting this horny old bastard see you again." Jared flushed harder. "Your not a b-bastard. Your welcome." Jared gave him a little wave and slipped out of his flat.. --- The bullies had long since given up, and it was a beautiful day as Jared walked home, whistling 'Ring my Bell' by Anita Ward. He had a lover, a mentor, a friend. He had a secret, and his name was Darryl. *Thank you for reading! If you like my work, please check out my 'Poor Simon' series, or 'The Bottom Tier'. I am almost done with Poor Simon and then I will have more time to devote to Darryl and Jared.* Shy Jared Ch. 03 *All characters are 18+* It was Friday, and Jared wanted to make the most of it. When every hour away from Darryl felt like an hour wasted, and every ten seconds a memory from their time together ran in his head, Jared was beginning to dread the weekend. When he had gotten home he had masturbated not once, but twice. He hadn't wanted to mess his underwear in the night again. After a brief prayer (a real one, not the kneebound, hands-together, Oh Lord kind of prayer) He had gone to bed and he had woken up feeling sore, because despite his precaution, he had still come in the night. That morning, while he was looking for some detergent he found an old bottle of Johnson's baby oil in the cupboard. He remembered Darryl's advice about lubricant and blushed heavily. He tucked the half-filled bottle in his satchel, not entirely sure what he expected. After discreetly doing a load of laundry, Jared began to walk to school, humming softly and dreamily, wondering what wonders Darryl had in store for him. If he hadn't been daydreaming, he might have seen Victor Duke sneaking up behind him. As it was, he was lucky that Henry wasn't with him, or he could have gotten far worse. Jared cried out with shock as Victor's arms snagged him by his jacket and threw him to the lawn of another house. Victor's eyes were panicky, it was an open place and he knew that he would have to do his damage quick. Jared yelped as Victor's fist hit his nose. There was a burst of bright pain and blood started oozing. That was the only physical damage Victor did. He wasn't a very violent kid and he just did it because he felt he had to. His fists were hitting at all the wrong angles and they barely even hurt. The pain didn't matter though. Victor ran off after calling him a faggot in a scared cracked voice. The pain was already beginning to fade. Jared was terrified. The pure shock of the incident had his heart beating frantically and he was panting like a dog. Victor had snuck up on him so easily, and that meant two things. Firstly that they still held a grudge, and secondly that they weren't afraid to hurt him even after Darryl's beating. Jared moaned a little, but got up and walked the rest of the way to school. He would just have to be very careful in the next few weeks. --- The door slipped shut behind him and his shoulders relaxed. He was in the lazy summer-like heat of Darryl's flat. He was safe. Jared slipped off his light coat, and after a moment of thought his shirt as well. He shivered in the warm air, not cold, but still enjoying the thrill of the warm drafts on his naked skin. It was warm enough to bring light sweat under his arms, but Jared's skin still rashed up with goosebumps as he ran his hands over his skin. The act of touching his smooth upper body felt strange, like a form of masturbation. His dick was hard, but that wasn't the point. It was a new experience, and in reality, it was the first time Jared had ever seen himself as a sexual creature, or even considered himself attractive. It was eerie, and it felt so good. He drew in his breath sharply as he let his hands drift to his nipples and pinch them a little. He wondered vaguely what it would be like to have breasts like a girl. He jumped as the door opened and quickly put his hands down at his sides, blushing furiously. He couldn't hide the evidence of the bulge in his khaki pants or his shivering shirtless body. Even his goosebump-roughened skin and his perky nipples were visible in the dim light. Darryl stood there in the doorway, a little smile playing around the corners of his mouth. "You look delicious Jared." He purred. Jared flushed deeply and crossed his arms over his chest. "D-Do you want me to make coffee?" "I'm not thirsty, are you?" Jared shook his head timidly and flushed harder. "Um... I was... I was wondering..." He couldn't finish, and Darryl had to bite the insides of his cheeks to keep himself from laughing. He thought to himself, 'Poor kid's gonna light his hair on fire with that blush' and he moved forward to embrace Jared. The kid looked grateful and buried his face in Darryl's strong chest. "What were you going to suggest Beautiful?" Jared felt his mouth shape into a big goofy grin against Darryl's chest, he couldn't help it; he just loved his new nickname so much. "N-Nothin'." "Then there's a whole lot of nothin' going through your head right now! You can tell me. I don't want you to hold anything back, because if you do keep secrets I don't know if I'm keeping you satisfied and safe and happy. Was there anything you wanted to say?" Jared pulled away enough to look into his face, looking a little sheepish. "I just... you always do me first, and I wanted... I wanted to..." Jared made a frustrated little noise and babbled. "I wanted to see you naked." He buried his face in Darryl's chest, unable to look at him he was so shy and embarrassed. Darryl laughed warmly and Jared could feel his chest vibrating. "I'm afraid that I'm not nearly as pretty to look at, but I would love to if you returned the favor. Actually, I'm kinda sweaty and this is normally when I take my shower, so would you like to shower with me? It's pretty small, but we can fit if we put our minds to it." The reaction Darryl got to that simple statement was very strong. Jared gasped and couldn't help but thrust his hips a little. Darryl groaned softly at the sensation of that hard knob grinding into his hip. "I think you like the idea." He murmured, amused. --- Darryl's bathroom had started out as a plain little concrete room with a naked showerhead and a toilet, but he had fixed it up a little. The shower now had a plastic curtain and a bath mat. His frayed towels were in a milk crate, and he had covered the bare walls with a few prints of the north woods. He even had a Yankee candle resting on the sink that made the air smell nice, like cinnamon. "Whenever you're ready, Beautiful." Jared watched Darryl as he unbuttoned the blue coverall shirt, revealing a thin undershirt and a foamy tuft of silvery curls at the top of it. Jared was already shirtless, so he unbuttoned his pants, blushing heavily and not daring to tear his eyes away from Darryl's body. Darryl pulled the undershirt over his head. Darryl's body was hard and slablike, he had a belly, but it sheathed muscle. His arms were still powerful, and while the skin on them was thinner and more wrinkled at the elbow and shoulder, they were still muscular. His chest was a wealth of that silvery-grey hair that Jared longed to run his fingers through. Darryl reached for his waistband to unbuckle his belt as Jared dropped his pants down to his ankles and stepped out of them. He looked so vulnerable and shy and adorable, standing there with his cheeks bright red. He had lanky slender legs and slim hips and a wiry torso. Darryl's mouth watered when he eyed the bulge in the thin cloth of the briefs he still wore. Darryl also dropped his coverall pants and Jared let out a little moan. Darryl's legs were still lean and muscular, he still ran marathons, and the bulge in his grey boxers was so much more impressive, jutting out so strongly that a sliver of pink showed through the slit in the cloth. "On the count of three?" Darryl suggested, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear, like an aged gunslinger. Jared nodded with a goofy shy smile, hooking his own thumbs in. They looked at each other, both smiling. "One...two...three!" They shuffled awkwardly out of their underwear and it was all Jared could do not to cover himself up. He felt so exposed, but at the same time he panted with lust as Darryl's eyes devoured him whole. --- The water beat on their bodies, and the confines of the shower curtain forced them to stand close together, not that they minded. Jared gasped softly as he felt something hard and hot bump against the sweet hollow of his buttock. "May I wash you, Beautiful?" Darryl stood there, wet and smiling and holding a fat bar of soap. The soap had a nail with a loop of twine driven into its body. The twine was around Darryl's wrist and the soap gleamed in his hand. "Yes Darryl." Jared whispered breathlessly. They moved in a slow dance-like rhythm in the hot pounding spray. Jared moaned softly as Darryl soaped his shoulders firmly, lathering suds up with his calloused palms. Darryl washed that thin white back and before touching that sweet little ass he turned Jared around to soap his chest. Jared closed his eyes in the spray as the older man touched his body with the utmost gentleness. He whimpered a little when Darryl tweaked his slippery soapy nipples. Darryl was nothing if not thorough. He carefully explored every inch of Jared's wet body, trying to find all of the sensitive spots, the ticklish spots, and the tender spots. He soaped up a washcloth and gave Jared's cock a few long strokes with it. Jared nearly came with the sensation of the slippery rough fabric. Darryl lovingly washed those smooth buttocks. Jared was so sensitive and ticklish there that he buried his face in Darryl's chest while he reached down to touch them, helplessly giggling and moaning in turn. Before he could lose his nerve, Jared dropped gracefully to his knees on the warm wet concrete. He could feel the water swirling into the small metal drain. Right before his half-shut eyes was Darryl's cock. Darryl didn't interfere, he just moaned softly when Jared wrapped his small trembling hand around the thick throbbing shaft. He groped Darryl's hand for the soap and the older man slipped the twine loop around his wrist. The loop was tight on him, but when Jared dropped it the twine loop slid all the way to his elbow with a little room to spare. Jared was concentrating so hard that the tip of his pink tongue protruded slightly from the corner of his mouth as he carefully lathered Darryl's thick cock. Darryl leaned back so his back was against the wall and spread his legs slightly so Jared could scoot forward and get better access. He moaned hoarsely as he put down the soap and began wiping away the lather with his hands. As soon as Darryl's cock and the thick surrounding pubic hair was clean, Jared had the courage to lean forward with his small pink tongue protruding. Darryl gasped when he felt the small rough wet pink tongue against the taut flesh at the tip of his dick. Jared licked him a few times, tasting traces of precome before the shower washed it away. Then with one hand holding the base of the shaft and the other cradling the loose heavy ball sack, he began to give his first blowjob. It was the same as with the handjob Jared had given him two days ago. Jared was not very good, but this shy first blowjob was immensely enjoyable. Just to watch his young lover learning what to do was heavenly. After the first two minutes, Jared got better and began to develop a rhythm of gently bobbing his head until the fat head of Darryl's cock bumped the back of his throat. He wasn't able to get a lot in, so he stroked the reminder of the cock with his hand. Darryl was close, and the sudden shock of the water turning icy-cold was enough to make him cry out and come, clutching Jared's hair and forcing his mouth over his cock. The two men stumbled out of the icy-cold shower, panting and laughing. Darryl grasped a towel from the milk-crate and roughly dried Jared's skinny body. "I'm sorry about grabbing your hair like that." Jared flushed and shivered. "That's okay... I kinda liked it. Darryl? Can you...um..." Jared was blushing fiercely and finally he just grabbed his own cock. Darryl smiled and roughly toweled his hair dry. "Come out to the bed Jared, and I'll take care of you there." --- Jared was getting over a little of his shyness. He had a tough time speaking about anything sexual, but when he was with Darryl, he became a little bolder. He was walking in front of the older man and he giggled and wiggled his ass, walking like a girl. Then he jumped onto the bed and lay on his side, striking a playboy pose. His moment of boldness ended when the force of his landing on the bed made the bottle of baby oil slide out of the satchel and Darryl scooped it up. "What's this? Why were you carrying this around?" Darryl only sounded curious, but Jared blushed bright red, so Darryl knew it had to be something far less innocent. Darryl's smile was warm and slow, like a dollop of sweet cream on a rich dessert. "Lie down on your stomach Beautiful, I think we can put this to use." He saw the uncertainty in Jared's eyes and reassured him. "I'm not gonna fuck you Jared, you're not ready for that. Don't worry, I'm just gonna do something to make you relax a little." Jared's face was relaxed and trustful. He lay down on the bed, shifting a little uncomfortably with his hard cock pressing into the bedsheets. He saw Darryl empty a little baby oil into his hands and rub them together. He nearly purred with pleasure when Darryl began to rub his slim shoulders with his warm oily hands. It was a massage. Darryl's thumbs worked at the knots under the white skin and he worked slowly and thoroughly down his back, occasionally getting more baby oil. Jared felt so limp and warm and safe, but one part of him was still hard and insistent. "Jared?" "Hmm?" Jared said sleepily. "Is it alright if I finger you? That's when a man puts his fingers in another man's asshole, and it feels very good." Jared was a little concerned. "If I want to stop, will you stop right away?" Darryl leaned down to plant a soft kiss on Jared's cheek. "I will never do anything that makes you uncomfortable. If you want to stop, we'll stop right away." Jared smiled sweetly up at him. "Thank you Darryl." Darryl lowered his oil-slicked hands to grope those sweet silky buttocks. He massaged them as he would have massaged Jared's back, but this time it was different. Jared kept panting and letting out the sexiest little moans and cries of arousal. He was very sensitive, even just the skin on his buttocks was very sensitive, and the area was a natural erogenous zone. Darryl liked squeezing the silky globes in his hands until the oiliness of the skin made them slip through his fingers. He massaged Jared's ass until the boy was gasping and squirming with need. Jared gasped a little when Darryl carefully parted his cheeks. He could feel a slight breeze against the most secretive and vulnerable part of him. A part of him that no one had ever explored. Darryl gazed at that part of him, and though he was older and he could usually only expect one hard-on a day, the sight of Jared's exposed asshole brought a brief throb of blood to his crotch. It was a tiny clean pink pucker, surrounded by a few crinkly black hairs. It spasmed a little in reaction to the drafts of air. "Oh Beautiful, it's gorgeous." Jared flushed bright red and took a mouthful of bedsheets to muffle his whimpering cries. Gorgeous was never a word that he would have associated with that area until today. He let out a muffled cry when he felt the tip of Darryl's slick finger gently prodding the little ring of muscle. Darryl went very slow. He poured oil between Jared's cheeks until there was a little puddle and prodded with his finger, massaging the little ring until it relaxed enough for him to push in. He gently fucked the little hole with his finger, only going about two inches in. Jared was getting used to the feeling and he was starting to whimper softly with pleasure. A few moments ago, it had just felt like he needed to take a shit, but now it was starting to feel good. Darryl switched to his middle finger so he could go in deeper. And when his finger had submerged all the way to the knuckle Jared's body suddenly arched and he let out a small cry. He twisted around and looked at Darryl with glazed surprised eyes. "W-What was th-that?" Darryl smiled and sniffed his slick finger for Jared's sweet musky scent. "That's your prostate honey, it's the reason we queers do what we do at all." "D-Do it ag-again! Please?" He looked so lustful and unsure. "As you wish Beautiful." It only took five brushes of that sensitive prostate to make Jared scream and spurt come all over the quilt. He went limp on the bed, panting softly. "I'm sorry about... about your bed Darryl." Darryl chucked and rubbed Jared's oily back. "That's perfectly alright Jared. Now let's get you cleaned up." They had finished round one, but Friday was far from over. Shy Jared Ch. 04 *All characters are 18+* Darryl had wiped Jared's oily body dry with a ragged towel and was now smoking his pipe naked while Jared rested under the sheets with his damp head resting on the older man's thigh. Jared had always liked the smell of tobacco, not cigarettes, but the pipe smelled good. "It's only four, and it's a Friday, so can I stay a little longer? Please?" Darryl chuckled and ruffled Jared's damp hair. "If I had it my way Honeybunch, I would never let you leave. Stay as long as you can without your mama getting suspicious." Jared giggled. "I told her I was gonna hang out at a friends house." Darryl looked at him seriously. "If you want, you could call her and ask for a sleepover." The older man had to choke back a laugh at the comical look of surprise and naked greed on the young man's face. "Really? D'you think that would work?" He sounded so innocent, and at the same time very naughty. Darryl laughed. "I don't know, do you think your mama would buy it?" His face fell a little. "I don't have any guy friends. Mom would be over the moon if she thought I was spending the night over at a friend's house. Dad would say it was queer." Darryl frowned a little and gently rubbed Jared's head. Jared was facedown on his thigh and he could feel a bit of moisture on his skin, and those pretty white shoulders were trembling a little. "We got the short end of the stick when we were born, and that's the truth. Some people think we are just being lazy and deviant, or that our way of life is a choice. If I had been given a choice when I was born, I would have chosen to be strait. I love men, and I love being with men, and I love being with you. But if I had been given a choice, no way I would have chosen this." Darryl took a puff of his pipe while the sweet young man in his bed cried quietly. --- Jared had called his mother, and she had said yes. Now they were eating at the table. Darryl wore his ragged green robe, and Jared was dressed in one of Darryl's T-shirts. The shirt was just a little baggy on Darryl and it nearly fell to Jared's bony knees. Darryl thought he looked very cute. Jared had actually ended up cooking the meal, blushing heavily as Darryl made jokes about having a wife. Jared loved these gentle little pokes; it made him feel loved. Jared had made spaghetti with tomato paste. He had chopped up onions and garlic and mushrooms for the sauce and it was delicious. For dessert, they had Twinkies. Jared blushed furiously when Darryl wiped a little cream filling from the corner of his mouth and proceeded to lick it off of his thumb. Before the meal, Darryl had swallowed two small square blue pills with milk. When Jared asked curiously what they were, Darryl had answered him honestly. "They're Viagra Hon. I still don't have any problems getting it up, but I want to make sure that I can keep up with a horny little pup like you if you're gonna be spending the night." Jared giggled so hard he nearly fell off his chair. --- After dinner, Jared went to the bed. As he went he gave Darryl a lingering glance. Darryl was ready, and eager. He got up and gave the boy a gentle shove so he fell, giggling, on his stomach on the bedsheets. He reached under his baggy shirt and started to tickle Jared, grinning when the young boy squirmed and laughed breathlessly. "Have you ever heard of something called '69' Jared?" Jared took a long shaky breath on the bed and shook his head so his floppy dark hair flew everywhere. He looked shy and aroused and painfully eager. "It's when one partner lies on their back, while the other partner crawls on top of them. The twist it that the one on top is upside-down, so their heads are in each other's crotches." The reaction on Jared's face was immediate and cute. His eyes shot open and his lips parted in a shocked little gasp and his cheeks flushed bright red. Darryl gently touched that velvety soft cheek of his, and Jared leaned gently into his hand. "Y-Yes please." Darryl grinned and gave Jared a kiss where he pinned the sweet boy to the bedsheets. Jared's giggles turned into a soft muffled groan as he kissed back hard. Jared was finally starting to lose some of his painful shyness. "Goddamn Beautiful!" Darryl gasped. He pulled the loose t-shirt from Jared's squirming body and drew back to get a nice long look. Jared just lay there, panting with his arms tangled above his head and his legs slightly spread and his back arched. He had never felt so exposed, and he had never felt so sexy, or wanted. Darryl's eyes ravished Jared's thin pale body, so much more appealing for the frankly sexual way he posed. The look on the boy's face was a mixture of lust and freedom and a hint of shyness. Those sweet raspberry nipples were perky despite the heat and that delicious cock of his was almost all the way hard and bouncing in a tantalizing way against Jared's silky inner thigh. Darryl slipped out of the robe and slid onto the bed, clasping the boy in his arms as he went. He moved until he was on his back and Jared was straddling his hips. Jared flushed and lost a little confidence. "Come here Honey." They kissed, Jared lying on top of his powerful body. Jared let out sexy little cries as Darryl put his large hands on his small flexing buttocks and ground the young man's hips into his own. Jared could feel the hard throbbing shaft of Darryl's cock rubbing against his own. The sensation of the soft velvety skin and hard core against his own cock was indescribable. Darryl was equally incensed. The sheer eagerness of the boy in his arms did more good for him than any amount of Viagra ever could. In any other situation, Darryl would have been the last contestant, the last man picked. But Jared's lack of experience had given him the most beautiful and sweet and willing partner of his life. "Turn around Baby, I want to taste that lovely cock." Jared's face flushed and he gently kissed Darryl's lips before crawling around, looking back unsurely. "Don't mind me Jared, I'm just gonna be sweet to you." Jared trusted him, and the young man got into a kneeling position with that heavenly little ass above Darryl's face. The older man groaned as he felt Jared's warm saliva-lubricated hand wrap around his shaft and a hot wet little tongue lap at the head of his cock. Jared was entirely focused on the beautiful, intoxicating object in his hands and mouth. He loved Darryl's cock. It responded subtly to his every touch and caress, it throbbing like a living organism in his hands, and it gave Darryl such pleasure when he caressed it. Jared was so intent on licking and nibbling the slick head, that he didn't even notice what Darryl was doing to him until he felt something hot and slick and flexible prod his sensitive little asshole. He jumped and looked back at Darryl, wide eyed and stammering. "Wh-What? What are you d-doing?" He was utterly shocked. Never, not even in the fantasies that had made him blush and cringe had he imagined that someone could put their tongue in a man's asshole. The idea seemed dirty and taboo and wrong. But if it seemed so wrong, why had his cock given an extra-powerful throb at the mere touch? "Calm down Jared, just get back to your work." Jared was now distracted and squirming. Darryl's cheeks and mouth were rough with stubble and the sensation was abrasive and delirious and amazing on the sensitive skin. His tongue was thick and powerful and after teasing the spasming ring of muscle a few times, Darryl spread his sweet round buttocks aside and plunged his thick wet tongue all the way in. Jared muffled his cry of delight in the only way he could... By diving down on Darryl's cock so hard he choked. Darryl made noises that were low and hungry while he ate the sweet boy's ass. Jared's noises were muffled and high-pitched while he shoved his ass back on that tongue and tried to give him the best blowjob at the same time. For a brief lucid moment he remembered that three days ago, he had never been kissed. Darryl loved eating out Jared's sweet little ass, but enough was enough. He grasped the slender waist and pulled Jared's hips up so he could gobble that gorgeous cock into his mouth. Jared's cock was slender and throbbing and hard enough to cut glass. Jared squealed, but this way it was easier to develop a rhythm. He humped his body up and down, simultaneously fucking Darryl's hot clever mouth and bobbing his head up and down on Darryl's thick cock. His thighs were starting to tremble and a wave of heat was throbbing in his groin, getting closer and closer.' Jared cried out weakly with protest when Darryl heaved him off and pushed the boy flat on his back, straddling those bony hips. Then Jared started to cry out with ecstasy and bump his hips. Darryl had taken their slick cocks in one hand and was rubbing them together. The hot slippery throbbing feel of each other was tortuously good. Jared played with his tender little nipples while looking up into Darryl's eyes, wide-eyed and panting and begging. "Please Darryl! Please! Please! Please!" Darryl snarled softly with lust. "Please what?" "Please oh please let me come Darryl!" Darryl swore under his breath and rubbed them faster, his big hand flying over the throbbing shafts, one slightly dwarfed by the other. Jared came a fraction of a second before his older lover. "Oh God!" It was a whisper. Jared's eyes were fluttering and his back was arched and his mouth was open in a silent scream. His orgasm was so powerful that it was like a little slice of Rapture, dancing behind his eyes. Darryl was more visceral. He grunted and slowly moved his hips. Their seed spilled in thick white trails on Jared's lean stomach. Their cocks slowly went limp. Darryl waited and watched as Jared calmed down after his earth-shattering climax. First he went limp, eyes closed and panting. After a moment he looked up at Darryl and smiled shyly. He dipped his finger in the trails of semen that mingled on his stomach and pooled in his nave. He lapped contentedly at his wet finger and smiled at Darryl. With fingers and tongues, the two men ate their mingled release. --- It was nine o clock, and Jared Davis knew he was spending the night. Nothing could have made him happier. They were drinking instant cocoa and talking. Darryl was doing most of the talking. Jared just liked to snuggle with him with the covers around them both and the sound of his voice reverberating through his chest. "When the Korean war started, I was one of the first men there, right in 1950. My company and me were stationed at one of the ports. Mainly we just did drills and occasionally searched the ships and got sick on the native food, but it wasn't that easy for long. Soon we were in the jungle. That's where I met Daniel." Jared finished his cocoa and set the cup down on the table so he could snuggle further into Darryl. His cheek rested on the wiry curls of Darryl's chest hair. "We had a camp, but one day there was firebombing while we were running through the jungle, and we had no idea what was going on, our radio was broken, so we dug these little foxholes in the mud, lined them with tarps and settled in them, two per hole. It was to make sure that we didn't get left behind if the company had to move suddenly. "We had been there for about two weeks by then, and after one time I had stopped trying to use the hookers. I had had sex with women before, and I didn't like it but I would have visited them just to empty my balls once in a while. But these girls... Most of them were very young. They didn't pick them because they were pretty, they picked them for how sturdy they were so they would last longer. "Some of them were so rotted out with disease that they were rotting from the inside and people kept fucking them." Darryl's voice was choked and sick. "Even the ones that were a little older, sixteen or eighteen or twenty, even the older ones looked like little girls because they were so thin and small. They killed those girls like rats whenever they got pregnant, because there were plenty of families that were so poor that they needed to get rid of a daughter or two. Darryl shook his head. "They never tell you about that kind of shit in history, do they? Well, part of the reason I liked Daniel, other then the fact that he was a very sexy young man, was that he never visited the girls. A few of the men didn't visit them at first, but after a while the strain was too much for them and they would go and fuck one of those poor girls. It cost the equivalent of twenty cents. "I ended up with him, and he fell asleep while I watched. He started crying in his sleep. Jesus, we were all so young back then. It was like the goddamn children's crusade. Anyway I woke him up. Around the fire we all had to be tough, and brag about our girls back home, and sports, and other shit that didn't matter, but in the foxholes you had to open up. He told me how he was scared. He told me he didn't want to die a virgin, and he told me that he was afraid that if he died he would go to hell. "I was incredulous, and I asked him why he thought he would go to hell. He had never done anything bad; he hadn't slept with the girls, he didn't drink, or smoke, or gamble. He was afraid to tell me. I was a big guy, and he thought that I would be a faggot-hating asshole like the rest of the men on the squad. I had suspected, so I told him first. Darryl smiled with remembrance. "He looked so shocked, so surprised, so happy, even. I told him that I could make sure he wouldn't die a virgin. I had ulterior motives, sure, but Daniel was so excited that he could barely unbutton his coat. "We made love in that little foxhole. I kissed him and we unbuttoned our rain cloaks and our coats and our shirts, and we pulled our pants to our knees and we made love in this cramped little nest of clothing. He was so tight, I had to spend about ten minutes prying that sweet boy open with a fistful of bacon grease. He stuffed a handkerchief in his mouth to muffle the screams. Darryl had a tear in his eye that he wiped hastily. "He was my lover for about six weeks. We snuck away whenever we got the chance. We did it in whatever corner we could find, when we had R&R we bought this cheap little love hotel room. Then one day we were crossing this field, and Ritchie was high on Cambodian red. He got paranoid and started screaming about how he saw enemy soldiers everywhere. He tried to throw a grenade, but it got tangled in his fingers. It vaporized him and three men around him. One of those men was Daniel. That's also how I lost my foot. Jared looked down at where his lover ended at the knee. There was a leather cap over the stump and he had a titanium prosthetic that he wore around the school. "I ended up going home, and I couldn't tell anyone about Daniel. I haven't told anyone about him until you." Darryl looked down at the boy snuggling into his chest. "You remind me a lot of him." Jared blushed. He had been crying a little. "How did you stand it Darryl?" He sniffled. "I don't know what I would do." "I drank a lot in those days. I haven't touched a drop for ten years, and it was the best thing I ever did." Darryl sighed. "Sorry about the story. That was a little dark, hm? Let's get to bed." Jared was still crying a little. "M'kay." Darryl got up and hopped to the middle of the room to tug the beaded light chord. Then in the darkness he fumbled his way back to the bed. The slender boy snuggled into the circle of his arms and they spooned. Jared loved the feel of Darryl's limp cock resting against his ass. In a few moments, Darryl started to snore softly. While Darryl was asleep Jared prayed silently. He prayed for Daniel and for Darryl, and he prayed that Darryl and he would be able to stay together. His chest ached tenderly and he knew that it must be love. He prayed that Darryl loved him back. Only then was he able to sleep, and he had a dream of making love in a foxhole in a steamy foreign land. *Please tear this story to shreds! Thank you!* Shy Jared Ch. 05 *All characters are 18+* Jared woke up first, and for a moment he forgot where he was, but then he felt Darryl's hot breath against the nape of his neck, and the warmth of his body pressed into his. Jared couldn't stop the goofy sleepy grin that split his face in two. After a moment he turned around so he could bury his face into the older man's chest. It was at times like these that Jared was grateful that Darryl was old enough to be his father (hell, grandfather), he felt so safe and protected. Darryl seemed so wise and strong. Jared had to go to the bathroom quite badly, and he silently cursed his bladder. He managed to make a sneaky retreat without the older man waking up. After using the toilet, he snuck back into the flat and turned on the stove with a shy little grin on his face. He wanted to have a surprise for Darryl when his lover woke up. --- Darryl woke up to the unusual smell of breakfast in his flat. He normally made his own meals, but he usually made them himself, and he had never woken up to the heavenly scent of bacon and eggs and hash browns before. He never even made all three together; usually he was lazy enough so he just made a lot of one. He looked up and saw a beautiful sight. Jared was standing at the stove, making breakfast in his large cast-iron frying pan. The boy's hair was still mussed from bedplay and sleep, his slender neck and white shoulders bore the red marks of Darryl's ravenous mouth, and perhaps best of all, the sweet boy was naked except for the pink apron. Jared didn't know he was awake yet, so Darryl just spent a few pleasant moments eyeing his fresh young body, feeling hornier with every moment. Jared's back was slender and white, narrowing to the slender little waist that Darryl longed to put his hands on, his hips were slim, but still wide enough to be girlish and sexy. Just under the pink frilly knot of the apron strings was a pair of heavenly little buttocks. They were silky and they were smooth, Darryl licked his lips, he knew that just a light touch on those sweet little globes would be enough to have Jared blushing and stammering and humping the bedsheets. He tore his eyes reluctantly from those sweet cheeks and continued down to eye those slim thighs that bore hickeys from his mouth, and that sweet spot on the back of the knee that was so fun to nip and nibble. Jared's calves were muscular and smooth for a boy as skinny as he was, and very lightly furred with strands of hair barely thicker than peach fuzz. Darryl liked men that had plenty of hair, but he was finding that Jared's boyish hairlessness was very sexy in its own way. He still had hair, like that soft gingery bush around his dick and the tasty little tufts in his armpits. Darryl was very quiet when he got up. The bed was a bare mattress, so there were no springs to squeal and alert his unsuspecting prey. His cock jutted out in front of him, still a little soft but hard enough to stand away from his body like a diviner's rod, twitching and searching for a luscious reward. Jared felt Darryl's bristly mouth against the smooth skin of his shoulder moment before the rest of his body caught up. He gasped a little and stood up on his toes from the shock, making his buttocks flex under the silken skin. He could feel the furry warmth of Darryl's chest against his back, and he could feel something hot and hard and tantalizing rest comfortably in the cleft of his buttocks. It fit there perfectly. Darryl's hands rested on his hips and the starched apron rustled dryly. "Why don't you turn the stove off to make sure breakfast doesn't burn?" Darryl's voice was low and hoarse and growling, and it made Jared shudder and let out an aroused little cry. "I don't know about you, but I think I'm hungry for something else right now. "Y-Yes D-D-Darryl!" Jared stuttered, giggled with delight at the shock and arousal. His cock popped to attention so fast that it's shape was already distending the apron. His trembling hands twisted the knob on the electrical stove so fast that it nearly popped off. Darryl was too impatient to wait for Jared to walk to the bed, so he scooped the boy into his arms and Jared let out a cry of delight and surprise and arousal. Darryl heaved him into the air and dropped him onto the bed. Jared giggled a little but his smile disappeared as he looked up into Darryl's lustful face. Jared was lying prone on the bed, his body slightly splayed. The apron was a mussed bundle of pink fabric around his crotch and stomach, and his cock distended the fabric nicely. Darryl was just standing there, filling his eyes with the sight of Jared, and his young fresh body Jared looked up at him timidly, and blushing furiously, he lifted his hands so they rested on his tiny pink nipples. He moaned softly at the height of his arousal, and he very shyly began to touch the rest of his body. Darryl watched hungrily as the small boy moved slowly and erotically, his body undulating on the bed as one hand plucked at his nipples to make them hard and the other moved aside the apron, and caressed his stiff bobbing penis and loose relaxed balls. His inner thighs were trembling and beaded with sweat, and Darryl's blue eyes followed the course of a gob of precome that slid stickily in a trail down to his navel. Jared was gasping, and moving slowly on the bed so he didn't cream himself then and there. Darryl's eyes were the perfect catalyst, arousing him to no end. Darryl could no longer handle the pressures of looking, and not touching. He could smell the breakfast singing in the hot iron pan, and for the rest of his life he would associate the smell of singed food with that wonderful morning. He lowered his head, and started to kiss those warm shivering inner thighs. The skin was smooth and firm and vulnerable against his lips. He nibbled at it with his teeth and tongue and Jared cried out so sweetly, shaking and forcing his hands to stay by his nipples. "Please Darryl!" He begged in a low strained voice that broke on the last syllable. "Please!" "Please what?" Darryl's tone was purposefully and comically bored, and he was looking up at Jared's face with his blue eyes twinkling. While Jared struggled to find the words, Darryl nibbled at the sweet spot right behind the younger man's knees, right where their is a tendon showing, and it is covered with tender erogenous skin. Jared made a noise that was almost a yip of pleasure before stuttering. "P-Please s-suck on me Darryl! Please p-put me in your m-m-mouth!" "As you wish, Beautiful." Darryl purred. He ran a line of tender, nibbling kisses up both of Jared's thighs, and then he placed his big calloused hands on Jared's lean hips and got down to the main event. Jared arched his back and cried out with ecstasy as Darryl's mouth closed on his throbbing oozing member. His orgasm throbbed underneath the skin, waiting to happen. Darryl lowered his head all the way until his lips brushed the boy's pubic hair, groaning at how good Jared tasted, how wonderful it was to have a young eager cock in his mouth again. Once the slender head was down his throat, he swallowed, having the muscles of his throat pummel and massage that tender little cockhead. Then he backed away, he didn't want to miss a drop. Jared let out a weak cry as his cock spasmed fiercely. It felt as if someone had fired electricity through his groin. Darryl sucked up every drop of Jared's sweet semen, swirling his tongue around the boy's softening cock. Jared gasped for air as Darryl crawled up so they were lying next to each other. Darryl grabbed his hand and pulled him in for a deep kiss while he pressed the young man's hand against his throbbing cock. "You did that Beautiful." He gasped in Jared's ear. "I didn't touch myself once." Jared groaned in ecstasy and deepened the kiss, sucking on Darryl's tongue. He gripped the thick shaft with his hands, delirious at how bold the orgasm had made him. Right at that moment, he wasn't shy at all. Darryl growled softly as the boy broke the kiss and started to trail kisses down his thick powerful chest. The boy's hand was firm and stroking slowly, his touch was like fire. It wasn't like either of Jared's sweet tentative blowjobs, this was hard and wild and lustful. On the first stroke, Jared went down so far he choked. He groaned and started sucking again, bobbing his head up and down the shaft, slurping and licking. It was messy, but Darryl was crying out with how good it felt. Jared broke off for a moment to lower his head and lick the heavy dangling balls in their tender sac, and covered with their light brush of fur. He had never done that before, and he found his cheeks blushing, not with shyness, but with the pure submissive joy of it. Darryl groaned softly. "Do you like that Jared? Does it feel good to lick my nuts?" Jared moaned. "Mmm-hmm." "Lick them then, suck on them, Beautiful." Jared whimpered and sucked gently on the tender things in their delicate bag of skin. Darryl was being so trusting. After he had loved the sacs enough, he lifted his head and began a slightly slower blowjob, licking and nibbling at all of his most sensitive areas while Darryl instructed and praised him. Jared was learning fast. --- They were sitting across the table from each other, eating their slightly burned breakfast. Darryl was in his robe and Jared was still wearing the crumpled apron. Whenever Jared caught the other man's eye, he couldn't help but look down, smiling and blushing and curling his toes. He felt so happy, and so blissfully free around Darryl. "Told you that breakfast would burn." Jared tried to say it sternly, but he couldn't help giggling when Darryl put on a woeful, hangdog expression. Darryl's expression changed back into a satisfied little smirk. "It was well worth it, my horny little friend." Jared dissolved into helpless laughter, clutching his stomach and coughing into his hand as his eyes ran with mirth. Darryl had to pound him on the back a few times to help him stop coughing. Jared gave him a quick peck on the mouth and sat back down, still chortling a little. --- After breakfast had been consumed, and dishes had been both washed and dried they sat on the bed. Darryl leaned against the wall and played with Jared's hair as the boy dozed a little, resting his head on the older man's chest. "You love to snuggle, don't you Baby?" "Mmm" Jared said sleepily. "This is really nice." Darryl chuckled. "Wouldn't give this up for anything." For a few moments Jared closed his eyes, and then he opened them again and looked up at Darryl, a little timidly. "Darryl?" "Yeah Hon?" Jared looked down a little and started running his fingers in little patterns over the worn green robe. Darryl could feel his cheek against his chest, and feel the light feathering of the boy's breath where the robe sagged open. "I really like what we do together. I never imagined that... that it could feel so good." Darryl chuckled a little and planted a kiss on Jared's silky hair. Jared's cheeks flushed and Darryl was a little alarmed to see those dark brown eyes glisten a little. "Um... You've talked a couple times about... about having sex with men." Jared looked confused and a little scared and lonely when he looked up at Darryl again. "D-Don't you like m-me enough?" The boy was painfully shy, and close to tears. Darryl stared at him for a second, and then remarkably, he began to laugh. Jared looked at him, more confused then ever and now a little annoyed and getting angry. "Wh-what?" "Oh Honey, I'm sorry I laughed but, how on earth could you ever think that I didn't like you? I just didn't want to spook you!" Jared gasped as Darryl hugged him close and nipped his earlobe. "If I had known you wanted that about an hour ago, no force on earth could have stopped me from taking your hot little ass." Jared gasped, flushed and suddenly aroused, even though his dick ached from coming over and over again in such a short span. Darryl chuckled softly and gave his neck a little nip before relaxing again. "Sex is a truly wonderful thing, and if you're willing and ready, I would love to give you a little first-hand experience. But you were always so shy, and I didn't want to scare you." Jared gave a breathless little cry as Darryl nuzzled him, rubbing his stubbled face against Jared's smooth little cheek. "Now I'm afraid I cant. You exhausted me Beautiful." Darryl chuckled at the cure heartbroken expression on Jared's face. "How about on Monday? You can stay after school and I can take you through it nice and slow." Jared gave a little needful gasp of shock and lust. "Y-Yes please." --- At about twelve thirty in the afternoon Jared finally got dressed and they were in the front hallway of the school. "I really had a lot of fun Darryl." Jared whispered. "Fun doesn't really seem like the right word, but I loved it." Darryl chuckled a little. "Sure Beautiful. I want to thank you for a wonderful time. Do you want to come back on Monday?" "Hell yeah!" Jared whispered. Darryl enfolded the slender teenager in his arms for a brief rough hug. Jared snuggled into his chest, loving the feeling of intimacy and warmth. Shy Jared Ch. 06 *Hello everyone. Just a quick reminder, they do not use condoms, but this is set in the early seventies, and the AIDs scare did not begin until late seventies/early eighties. I endorse condoms 100%, but in this case it wasn't realistic. Darryl wouldn't have put a condom on because Jared was a virgin, and Jared was too naive to ask. This is the last chapter of Shy Jared, glad to be down to three threads! Takes a lot of stress away! All characters are 18+* * Jared had always believed in God. God had always been more like a friend to him, someone to confide in, someone who had always understood him, someone who was closer to him then anyone else in the world, even Darryl. Even when Jared knew for sure he was gay, nothing could have gotten between him and his belief. Church however, was a different story. Never was there a building or a place that Jared despised more then the little brick church. Reverend Phillip Dean was the kind of pastor who knew how to get the congregation inspired, he was a young man with a lionlike mane of hair and a mobile mouth and thundery eyes. Several of the women who came to church hung on his every word, from the wide eyed teenagers to the stooped old women. Phillip Dean preached of salvation in everyday life. He often preached about controversial issues, and this week, he was preaching about homosexuals. Jared sat in the middle pew with his mother and father, and his twin brothers Robert and Frederick, more commonly referred to as Bobby and Freddy. Jared was stifled in a pale blue dress shirt and uncomfortably warm wool dress pants and his ill-fitting dress shoes. The dark blue tie was uncomfortably tight and the collar was sticky with sweat. His hair was combed down flat on one side and it felt sticky and uncomfortable with the pomade his father insisted on him putting in. "You're hair is getting too long, you look like a gol darn hippy. we'll get it cut after church but for now just slick some pom' in it so it doesn't look like you just woke up!" The Davis family had very strict ideas about swearing. So Jared was uncomfortable and hot, while a handsome preacher with thunder-eyes stood on the cherrywood pulpit and told them that homosexuals were spurning God. "Let me tell you folks something!" The Reverend rolled up the sleeves of the white robe he was sweating in, revealing tanned and hairy forearms, several women in the congregation gasped. "The worst part about this, this invasion of the good God-fearing people in America, is that these degenerates choose their lifestyle. Jim Foster of the so-called 'Alice B Tokias movement' is challenging the truth of the matter, and as are the Doctors and Psychologists of this nation!" Jared had a guilty, yet pleasant fantasy of bringing the huge bible on the pulpit--it was a beautiful bible, the pages edged in real gold leaf and the outside bound in white leather--down on the Reverend's handsome head. Bringing it down again and again to silence that steady flow of poison that leaked from his chiseled jaw and silver tongue. "For the past fifty years or so, we have considered these Godless people as suffering from a kind of disease. And this Foster, there is not a word I can use to describe this kind of treachery to God and all else. Foster says that it is not a disease, and that people are born this way, and that there is nothing wrong with it." "Because I can tell you what it is! There have been countless studies that prove that Homosexuals can be CURED! Not of a disease of the flesh, but a malady of the SPIRIT! There are treatments that have been founded not by some upstart DOCTOR in a LAB, but by the good Ministers and people of the CHURCH!" Jared felt his eyes sting. The congregation was nodding and agreeing (many of the women were agreeing fervently, or as the good Reverend might say, FERVENTLY) the pleasant and cheerful faces of many of the people who had known him since he was a child were grotesque with belief. If any of these people learned who he really was at this exact moment, they would tear him apart. --- After church, the adults stayed in the cool shady outdoors to discuss the sermon, while the youth, ages twelve through eighteen, discussed inside, and those younger stayed in another room to color pictures of Noah's ark and Jonah getting swallowed by the big fish. Jared could go to the adult discussion if he wanted to, but considering what had been said during the day's sermon, that would be a bad idea. So he was sourly disappointed when Owen Pedanski, the sweaty, balding youth leader, decided to bring it up for the youth meeting. Jared pretended to be bored. "I thought we were supposed to discuss Exodus today?" Owen shrugged. "Glad to see you showing some interest Jared, but Exodus is a big chapter and I think we can wait until next week to do a more in-depth analysis. For now I think we need to discuss homosexuality. Now I know that you are all uncomfortable with this, and I am too, but we honestly need to just learn what it is in order to know what God feels about it." For once the other teens were dead silent. Normally there were jokes and discussion, but now they were listening with grotesque intensity. "Now the first chapter in the Bible that discusses this...issue...is in the book of Leviticus, where all of God's rules are being listed, and God states very clearly that 'If a man lies with another man as he would a woman, then they shall be stoned until dead'." Jared interrupted, he couldn't help it. "Isn't Leviticus a bad chapter to take advice from?" Suddenly all eyes were on Jared. Several of the other youth were looking at him with shocked and prissy expressions, and one girl actually gasped. Jared had to continue. "Well it also states that if a virgin gets raped then she has to marry whoever raped her and all he has to do is pay a fine and sacrifice two castrated goats by burning them to ashes at an alter!" Owen flushed. "That has nothing to do wi--" "Or, if any of the women here have their period, they are unclean, and everything they touch has to be washed and anyone who touches them will be unclean till sundown." Shocked giggles were breaking out and Jared gained a little confidence. "Same thing if they give birth. Your wife gave birth to a beautiful baby girl a month ago Mr. Pedanski, but in Leviticus, you have to burn two goats, or if you cant afford a goat, two pigeons, and everything and everyone she touches will be unclean until sundown, and she is not allowed to enter a building of worship, and the child cant be named, for 66 days! It only would have been 33 if it was a boy..." Jared had forgotten briefly that Mr. Pedanski could punish him. "JARED DAVIS YOU SHUT YOUR GODDAMN TRAP AND KNEEL IN THE CORNER!!" Uneasy laughter at that, none of the adults had ever sworn at them in church. The snickers intensified when Jared flushed and tried to walk with dignity to the corner where he would have to kneel on grains of uncooked rice until the discussion was over. --- Of course his parents learned. Jared walked slowly to the family station wagon with his stippled sinner's knees and waited for what he dreaded most of all. His family wasn't violent, but they punished by taking away privileges. Privileges like the 'study group' that he stayed after school for. Jared cringed, if he had to stay away from Darryl, he didn't know what he was going to do. Bobby and Freddy were both very husky ten-year-olds, while Jared was a very small eighteen-year-old. He could probably still beat them if he really had to, but he really didn't like fighting, so he didn't argue when they jostled him for the window seats. Alfred Davis wasn't that angry. He hated Owen for selling them a shitty car that had broken down after about a hundred miles, and despite trying to act stern, he was not-so-secretly happy that his son had managed to break Pedanski's temper. Helen Davis, on the other hand was so furious that her mouth was a tight white slit and she muttered the entire way home. Neither of them spoke to Jared on the way home, punishments were reserved for the parlor. After the church, the parlor was probably Jared's second least favorite place to be. It was pretty, he supposed. The furniture and carpet and wall paper were in moss-green, dove-grey, and rose-pink. An antique german clock ticked away on one moss-green wall, and the other three were decorated by oil landscapes done by a distant ancestor. Helen Davis was an amateur genealogist. But the room was filled with bad associations. The parlor was where the wake for Grampy Thomas had been held. Grampy had been Jared's favorite relative in the whole world, a wizened old man who swore like a sailor behind his stern wife's back and always had treats for his grandchildren, and who told fantastical stories about WWII, and storming the beach at Normandy. The parlor is also where relatives had come to grieve for Helen when she had a miscarriage. Whenever relatives visited, it was always in the parlor, wearing starched shirts and tight shoes and not allowed to talk but not allowed to fall asleep or even yawn or you would be in BIG TROUBLE. As Jared sat on a rose-pink armchair, hearing that clock tick dryly on the moss-green wall and tapping his toes nervously on the dove-grey carpet, he realized that he would like nothing better then to destroy this room. Pour gasoline on the silk wallpaper and smash the clock and put his foot through the paintings and take an axe to the furniture and piss on the rug. Helen and Alfred Davis came in. Alfred was trying to look stern, but failing to look that serious, while Helen looked as serious as a heart attack. Jared could feel light sweat becoming heavy sweat under the arms of his uncomfortable blue shirt. The attack came as many had before. They took turns, and Jared was expected to sit there, sweating with his head down unless they barked at him to look at them, and with his mouth shut unless they barked at him to speak. They took turns, but he had no rest. The parlor was the place where you were never following the rules, no matter how hard you tried. He was near tears when the lecture was near its end. The German clock had ticked dryly and slowly, and nearly forty minutes had passed from when Jared's parents had entered the room. He hated how his parents could make him feel, worthless and stupid and inconsequential. Like he wasn't even their son. "What sort of punishment do you think you deserve?" Jared hated that question. It was a question that should have been rhetorical, but he was always expected to answer. It was a question that was pointless and stupid and made no sense to ask. "Well? Are you going to answer me or not! Do you realize what kind of trouble you're in!" "I don't know mom. I paraphrased the bible better then a crooked car salesman, and I don't know why that's a crime..." "JARED HOWARD DAVIS!!!! DONT YOU DARE BACKSASS ME.!!!" She was half drowned out by Alfred's roar of laughter, which detracted from her outraged shriek. --- After more argument (Jared had turned his interrogators against each other, and that helped immensely.) his punishment was harsh, but it filled him with relief. His ten-dollar allowance was revoked for two months, a harsh blow in a world where a comic book cost a dollar and a large meal at a diner maybe five. He was given double chores, which meant he had to do laundry and the kitchen as well as his usual chores of mowing the lawn and taking out the trash and cleaning the upstairs bathroom. Bobby and Freddy were thrilled because of their lightened load. He was forbidden from having friends over (he had to laugh at that, what friends?), and he was forbidden from watching the television. But... when Alfred Davis mentioned Jared's 'study group' after school, Helen shot that possibility out of the water before he could even finish his sentence. "I don't think he should keep going to the after-school calculous tutoring, I mean, he isn't allowed to have friends at the house and he sh--" "No Al, that's a stupid idea, we wont deprive other children of tutoring just because our child is being fractious, that would be unchristian of us." They went on to bicker on weather it was feasible to deny him money for the city bus, and Jared tried not to let them see his relief. He had panicked, and then relaxed within five seconds. It was like being on a roller coaster, but at least Monday was still on. He had to act contrite for the rest of the lecture, but it was all he could do not to burst out smiling. --- That night, he went to the bathroom to pray. He was tired from mowing the lawn and cleaning the bathroom, but he was clean from his shower, and each of his tired muscles felt sore and clean and divine. "Hello God. Today was a close call, wasn't it? Kids at school might know, and of course, Henry Jenkins and his crowd might be trying to sabotage me. I'm scared, of course, but I'm just glad that I get to be with Darryl on Monday. I think I'm in love with him. I hope he's in love with me. I know that he really cares about me, but that isn't really the same is it? I don't care that much in the end though, I don't know what's going to happen in the end, and I cant control it anyway, so I'm just gonna hope that things work out okay. Maybe put Henry in a cast, do me a little favor. Thanks, and goodnight. Amen." Then Jared masturbated into the toilet, remembering the sensation of Darryl's tongue and fingers in his asshole, and imagining the feeling that he would feel when Darryl used his big fat cock instead of just his fingers. Then he brushed his teeth and went to bed. --- It was impossible to concentrate on schoolwork, and it was even hard to give Henry Jenkins and his friends any real thought. Jared avoided them, and was careful to duck out of their way, but they almost didn't seem important. Nothing seemed important, except Darryl. Jared got out of class a little early. The Advanced Calculus teacher, Mr. Williams, trusted Jared completely and let him out early when Jared asked politely. He didn't even require a real excuse. Jared just asked politely if he could leave class a little early, and Mr. Williams agreed immediately. Jared didn't want any trouble whatsoever from Henry Jenkins or his friends today. Today was just too important. --- Jared opened the door to Darryl's flat, and as soon as the rush of dry warm air hit him, he felt a tangible sense of relief. He smiled and closed the door behind him, he was home. He went to the bathroom to pee and look at himself in the small square mirror that had been hung over a nail with a loop of twine. He saw the thin excited face of a boy who was a virgin, and would soon no longer be a virgin. He touched the corner of his eye, where the very last yellow remains of the black eye lingered, and he touched his neck, where the first hickey had been. He loved the hickeys that Darryl left on his body, but after the first one he had warned the older man not to leave them on his neck. Darryl still left those red marks on his chest and underarms and inner thighs. The marks were tender, and made Jared gasp and whimper just by touching them. The bell rang. Jared went out into the main room of the flat and started making coffee with a small grin on his face. He didn't have an erection yet, but he had a warm liquid feeling in his crotch that told him that he would soon. He had just finished pouring the coffee in two white mugs when the door creaked open. He nearly jumped, but had to be careful since he was handling the coffee. Darryl was in the doorway. He stood there with a huge grin on his face and his blue coverall shirt opened to show a white undershirt underneath. Jared felt his mouth go dry at the silver curls at the neck of that shirt. He wanted to feel those wiry curls against his bare chest, against his nipples... Darryl chuckled softly at the look of naked lust on Jared's flushed face. "Hello Jared, do I even need to ask you if you were thinking about today over the weekend?" Jared shook his head wordlessly and ran in to press his face against those rough curls as he hugged Darryl hard. In a gentler, serious voice, Darryl spoke. "That's it Jared, I really missed you over Sunday..." He chuckled. "I even came a few times at night, like a randy little teenager..." Jared giggled against the warmth of Darryl's chest, and then he kissed him there, nuzzling in gently. Darryl groaned softly in his throat and started pulling Jared to the bed. "C'mon Beautiful, let's get started." Darryl's breathing was hoarse and his voice was a low commanding growl. Jared shivered with the delicious waves of lust and need trembling from his body. Darryl sat him down on the bed and pulled the shirt up over his head in a quick rough motion, and Jared gasped as the warm air touched his shivery skin. Darryl's hands on his body were ravishing and stroking him, but with utmost gentleness, and reverence, as if he were touching something rare and precious. Jared loved how special Darryl could make him feel. Jared lay flat on the bed as Darryl got up to take off his coverall shirt and undershirt. Jared looked up, toying with those tiny pink nipples of his, his cock a hard bulge in the faded denim of his loose bluejeans. Darryl lay on the bed next to him, and rolled onto his back. "Come on up here Sweetheart." He murmured. Jared stripped off his jeans and underwear, feeling breathless and frantic with his own daring, and straddled Darryl's chest, completely naked. He could feel Darryl's chest hair against the tender little pouch of his testes, and his cock was at right angles to his body, not fully hard, but getting there fast. Darryl groaned deep in his chest and reached up to fondle that young perky cock. The pale foreskin withdrew to show a brilliant red tip. He reached forward and started to lick it gently, driving the sweet teenager on his chest nearly insane. "Oh Darryl, that feels, that feels so..." Jared couldn't seem to describe how it felt. He just clutched the slides of the older man's head in his shaking hands and cried out and humped. Darryl soon had to intervene. "Woah there Jared!" He kissed the boy gently, right at the tip of his hard, aching penis. "Do you want the night to be over before it even begins?" Jared blushed at the older man's teasing, and without any prompting he slid down and started kissing the bulge in Darryl's coverall pants through the zipper. Darryl cradled the younger man's head in his hands, and groaned softly. Jared teased open the zipper with his teeth and Darryl lifted his hips to slide the pants and his underwear down to his knees. Jared whimpered with need and started sucking. He loved the way Darryl's cock filled his mouth, loved how far he had to open his jaws, loved the ache. He felt the heat of Darryl's semi-hard organ stretching his lips and whimpered with ecstasy. He could feel he beat of Darryl's heart against his lips and tongue, and the older man groaned hungrily as his student licked and fondled his sensitive cock-head in a swirling motion. Jared teased him, flicking the tip of his tongue against the little hollow under the head of his cock, and then tonguing that all the way down the the fuzzy balls. He cradled the sac in his hand and licked them gently, reverently. He crawled up and kissed Darryl hard, moaning softly. He rested on Darryl's naked body, feeling the hardness of his chest and stomach, and the wealth of wiry curly body hair against his thin smooth chest. He nuzzled Darryl's cheek and whispered. "I... I'm so horny Darryl, we have to go faster." Darryl growled softly. "I like the sound of that, Beautiful." In a lithe motion, he pushed the young man down to the bed and reached for the bottle of baby oil that still rested on the night table. Jared blushed and let out a breathless little giggle at the sight of the oil that he had brought, and the sudden rush of memories. Shy Jared Ch. 06 Darryl ran his hands down Jared's body, his head gently reeling with delight. What had he ever done to deserve this? A gorgeous shy boy completely devoted to him. Jared let out a little gasp when the older man gently played with his hard tiny nipples. Darryl stroked Jared's sweet sensitive little ass, massaging the cheeks. He kissed one cheek gently, and Jared squealed at the sensation of his rough stubbled cheeks against the tender skin. Jared got on his hands and knees, and then lowered his upper body so his ass was in the air. He slowly stroked his cock, carefully making sure not to get too close, backing away whenever a wave of pleasure struck him. His left cheek was pressed into the rough warm fabric of the army blanket, and he looked up at Darryl as the older man knelt behind him. Darryl wanted to taste the boy. Jared let out a feverish moan of pleasure as the man started flicking his tongue against the sweet silky little cheeks. He tongued the hollows in the side, and he swirled his tongue in the sexy little dimple above the crack of his ass. Jared trembled like a tuning fork, letting out sexy little whines, pushing back gently to feel Darryl's tongue and teeth. Darryl's gentle manipulations circled closer and closer to his asshole. Jared put his hands in small trembling fists on the bedspread, afraid to touch his cock in case he exploded. He saw a drop of clear fluid land on the bedspread, making a tiny dark dot on the dull green fabric. His cock was rock hard and bright red and the foreskin had pulled back to show a shiny head that was so bright red it was almost purple. Liquid pooled in a ring around the edge of his foreskin, and gleamed in the slit and around the hole. Jared yelped as Darryl thrust his tongue into his tiny twitching pink hole. The motion of the boy's slender hips sent two more drops of precome onto the army blanket. Darryl tasted the earthy musky taste of Jared, and plunged his tongue deeper, drawing sweet cries from the boy. "No more! D-Darryl I'm gonna! I'm gonna come." Darryl backed away and gently rubbed Jared's thigh as he trembled and gasped, precome falling in drops to the blanket. Jared's breaths slowed, and his face was bright red. "Sorry for shouting Darryl. I...I just didn't want it to be o-over." Darryl chuckled. "Oh baby, I am so hard right now. I'm gonna fuck your sweet little ass so hard..." Darryl straitened and rubbed his cock against Jared's buttock so the boy could feel how hard he was. Jared trembled. "Please Darryl... Please fuck me. Please be gentle though." "Oh Honey, I'm not gonna fuck you until we're both good and lubed up." He rubbed his cock against Jared's thigh, and then leaned down to kiss his buttock. Jared moaned when Darryl teased one thick finger into his asshole. The finger was slick with lube. He was holding the bottle of oil in his left hand and pouring oil into the fingers on his right. Darryl poured more oil on his fingers, and plunged two fingers deep inside the boy, stretching and wriggling. Jared whimpered when those fingers brushed his prostate. Jared turned his head to watch Darryl work. He saw Darryl pouring oil into his three cupped fingers and tilting oil into his twitching hole. Lubricant ran in little streams down his slim thighs and down the pouch of his scrotum. Jared squirmed and cried out when Darryl put three fingers inside of him, going slowly and stretching his ass even further. Jared gasped softly when he saw Darryl's cock. Darryl's cock was thick, and more eager then he had ever seen it. Precome ran in a single trickle along the underside of it, and it bobbed gently with every thrust of Darryl's hand. "Almost ready Baby." Darryl purred, looking into Jared's eyes. "You want this Baby? You want me to fuck you Jared? Tell me what you want Beautiful." Jared whimpered when Darryl stroked his cock with an oily hand, covering that monstrous length with a thin shiny layer of lubricant. "Please Darryl! Please fuck me! Fuck me all the way!" Darryl leaned down to kiss Jared's buttock. "As you wish Beautiful." Jared whimpered as Darryl lead the thick cone-shaped tip of his cock to Jared's loosened asshole. The tip felt as hard as a piece of wood, as hot as the side of a stove. Slick and slippery, parting the shivering ring of muscle slowly. Darryl groaned deep in his throat, his oily hands grabbing Jared's hips, but gently. Jared closed his eyes and took deep whimpering breaths as Darryl slowly bumped his hips deeper and deeper. Prying and cracking him open, filling his ass with the huge hard length of his manhood. Jared struggled not to clamp down, to stay relaxed. "Shh, Sexy. You're being amazing right now. Oh you are so fucking tight!" Darryl took deep breaths as he took the sweet boy's virginity. Sweat streamed down their interlocked bodies. Darryl started to bump hips, gently fucking the boy with about half of his fat cock. Jared let out breathy feminine little cries. "Oh! Oh Darryl! Oh Darryl that feel so! So amazing!" Darryl groaned and pushed in about half an inch further, feeling how tight the boy was and feeling his body convulse and tremble and hearing that vulnerable little cry of pain and pleasure. Darryl rubbed his cock with more oil and went in. He slid a little easier. "You are such a sexy little thing right now Baby." He put his hands on smoothness of those thighs and started to fuck him faster, his slick cock going in the tiniest fraction further with every stroke. Jared loved it, crying out softly every time Darryl was in him. He felt so incredibly full, and whole. Darryl's body was covered in sweat, and as he thrust in, Jared let out a high whimper of pleasure and pain as the head of his cock scraped the young boy's prostate. Jared could feel the soft heavy pressure against the back of his balls, and the wiry tuft of hair against his crack. "I'm in all the way Beautiful... Try to relax a little." Jared let out a little whimper and a deep breath. His muscles slowly relaxed, making his older lover groan with the sensation. Finally, Darryl took hold of the young boy's hips and started to really fuck him. Jared was moving back and forth on the bed with the force of it, and crying out at how good it felt. He put his face against the sheets and started flogging his hand over his hard cock, panting and gasping for air. His cock was slick with precome, it was almost like when he masturbated with lube. His hand rippled over his hard cock and he got close. "Darryl!" He whimpered. "I'm gonna come!" "Right behind you Beautiful." Darryl went faster, pounding his fat cock in and out of Jared's asshole. Jared whimpered and screamed as Darryl's hand went around to stroke his slender drooling cock. Faster and faster until... "Oh my GOD!" Jared gasped, breathless. Come spurted out in an amazing white rope so that it hit the bed near his chest. A few more dribbles came out while Jared was reeling in his orgasm. A moment later he felt Darryl grunt and something hot and creamy filled his ass to the brim. They lay down on the bed, gasping and sweating in the heat. Jared lay on his stomach, loving the way Darryl's come leaked down his thigh. Darryl lay on his back, amazed at how good it felt. It had been so long since he had fucked a boy. His hand rested on Jared's back. "That was beyond amazing Jared." Jared snuggled in. "I love you Darryl." There. He had said it. Darryl took the comment very seriously. He thought about it for a moment, and let out a sigh. "Jared, you know it would never work out. I'm fifty nine, and you're only eighteen. By the time I'm impotent and wasting away in some government care facility, you'll only be thirty, or even twenty five. You have your whole life ahead of you." Jared started to cry softly. He was trying not to, trying to wipe his eyes and tense his stomach to stop the sobs, but he was crying anyway, which made it somehow more pitiful. He took several deep breaths, and then he crawled so that his chest was resting on Darryl's chest. He put his head down on the downy fur of him and whispered. "I know. I'm not stupid Darryl. All I know is that I want to have you while I still can. A few years, maybe even ten or twelve if you keep using those pills. I want to be with you Darryl. I don't care how old you are." Tears budded in the older man's eyes, and they kissed gently. The furnace boiled away, and they rested together on their bed for the first time. They had thousands more to go. THE END *I wanted this to be one of my lighter series. I wanted to end it here before my...um... dark side took over. I hope you liked a story without any murder, suicide, torture, or rape in it! hehe, I'm going to hell*