Title: Boylover outcast Author: AWH Summary: Boylover out from prison is shunned by his friends and family. Until something unexpected happens Keywords: Mb slow cons rom mast gay pedophilia ped pedo preteen yng MM BL boylove boy First published: 06 December 2014
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This story is very slow, so if you prefer fast paced, action-packed sex stories, you might want to skip this one.
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Chapter 1
Oh no. My car had been vandalized. All tires were slashed and one of the windows had been smashed.
My heart sank.
I had thought that the worst was over now. How stupid.
I dreaded what I'd see, when I turned the next corner and could see my house. My house was a small city house. A row-house, or cluster house, some called them.
It wasn't as bad as I had feared. The only thing was the paint on the walls.
"Die pedo scum" and "Here lives a pedopile" it said. They didn't even bother to check what they wrote.
It didn't matter. The meaning was clear.
I found my key and entered. Nothing seemed to have been broken.
My house needed some cleaning, but I couldn't muster the energy right now.
Actually, I could hardly muster the energy to breathe. I wanted to die. This was gonna be hell.
I had hoped that the word hadn't spread about me. But that hope was thoroughly crushed now.
I had just been released after spending 3 years in hell, for looking at pictures and videos of cute boys. Ok, they weren't just cute. They were also naked. And doing things. Sexual things.
I hadn't actually hurt anyone. I know the experts claim that I hurt a lot of boys by looking at those pictures and videos, but seriously... That's stupid. They don't know I've seen them. How could it hurt them?
But I guess that after my crime was discovered, no one cared about my opinion.
Over the next weeks, my life settled in an ugly routine.
I hid in my house all day. I ordered groceries online, and wrote that they should put the boxes by the shed. That way they wouldn't see what was written on my house, I hoped.
I tried contacting a couple of my former friends, but they all hang up as soon as they heard my voice. Except one of them. Jimmy. He actually threatened me and promised to beat the shit out of me, if he ever saw me again.
I had spoken briefly with my parents while I was in prison. It had been a terrible blow for them. My dad never wanted to see me again. My mom sometimes called me, when dad was out. Just hearing how everything was and if I got something to eat. I lied. I told her things were ok and I was happy to be out of prison.
I had to start going out. I also needed a job. I needed money, so I could move to a place where people would leave me alone.
But truth was, that I was afraid to leave the house. I wasn't actually afraid of meeting someone who would beat me up or hurt me. Or kill me. My fear was mostly the confrontation. Seeing people faces when they recognized me. And the greatest fear of them all, was to be in a public place, when a person or group would start yelling all kinds of hateful things at me, so everybody would look at me and realize that I was a pedophile. I couldn't bear the thought of that happening.
I drank a lot of beer, rum and vodka. Watched a lot of movies and series on netflix. I played a lot of computer games and I slept a lot. Much more than people are supposed to sleep.
Sleeping was the best escape there was. But it didn't really improve my situation.
I needed a way of of this mess, but I was trapped.
Maybe I should just get it over with. Eat some pills or something. My mother would be devastated, but other than that, no one would care. And I would finally be free.
Chapter 2
One day I got a phone call from an acquaintance.
Just hearing the phone ring, was a big surprise. Only my mother called me, and not very often.
When I realized that it wasn't her, but Michael, I got seriously surprised. We didn't know each other that well, and had only spoken a few times, when we had met through some common friends. Former friends in my case.
"Hi, it's Michael" he said.
I recognized the voice. "Oh hi Michael" I replied.
"Hi, how are you doing? I thought you might have a rough time at the moment, and figured I'd give you a call."
My throat tightened. I could hardly speak. Did someone actually care about how I felt?
"Yes" I croaked.
"Oh, is it that bad?"
I just couldn't answer.
"Well... If it's a bad time, I can call later, or you can just call me back" he suggested, apparently thinking that I didn't want to talk with him.
"No no, it's ok" I said, though my voice broke. It was very embarrassing, but I wasn't able to hide that I was crying.
"Hmmm... Listen. I just wanted to say, that if you need someone to speak with sometime, you're welcome to call me, or come get a beer or something"
My heart jumped. I felt so grateful. Somewhere inside I could feel, that it somehow was humiliating. But I didn't care. I seriously needed to talk to someone.
"Yes, I would like that" I managed to say.
"Cool. If you got no other plans, would you like to come here for lunch tomorrow?" Michael asked. "Or would you prefer, just to talk on the phone?"
"No, I'll be there" I said, before the tears welled up again, and my throat shut down.
I just couldn't hold it back, and started crying. I held the phone away, so Micheal couldn't hear it.
I could hear him speaking, but couldn't make out the words.
I hang up. I could always call him back later.
I'm not sure why, but after that phone call, I spent the next hour crying my eyes out.
Maybe it was because that little hint of hope, made me realize just how terrible my life was and how miserable I felt.
After a couple of hours, and a couple of drinks, I called him back.
"I'm sorry, I had to hang up on you" I said. "But I would love to come by for lunch tomorrow. What time? And where do you live?"
"Oh right my address" he laughed. "Ok, be here around noon then." Then he gave me his address.
I realized that my car couldn't drive anywhere. I'd have to take a bus.
We talked a couple of minutes, and I managed to sound like a normal person. At least I hoped I did, and when we hang up, I felt really good. Like I was human again. Or alive.
Then it hit me. What if it was a setup?
Maybe Michael and some other guys were trapping me, and really just wanted to beat me up or torture me?
Nah... Not Michael. He seemed nice. But I really didn't know him very well.
Suddenly all kinds of horrible scenarios flashed through my mind. Torture, humiliation execution.
For a couple of minutes, I seriously considered to cancel it.
But I really needed it, so I had to risk it.
Chapter 3
I sneaked out of the house. Luckily no incidents. Few people saw me, and they probably didn't know who I was. Or chose to ignore me.
It was a good distance to the bus. I had checked out the their routes and stops, and it would take me an hour to get to Michael's house, and there was a good deal of walking at both ends of the little journey.
It was a hot day, so I started to sweat and had to take off my jacket, wearing just my thin t-shirt, while I walked the couple of miles from the bus stop to Michaels house.
Finally I arrived. It was a nice house. I rang the door bell.
The house was much nicer and bigger than mine, with a nice little garden surrounded by high thick green hedge providing privacy.
I felt a pang of terror as I waited by the door. I heard foot steps. This was it.
Michael opened. He smiled and said "Come on in".
I entered. Still a little bit uncertain of what to expect.
"I'm preparing our lunch, so I hope the big tour of the house can wait" Michael said, as he showed me to a chair by the kitchen table and motioned for me to sit.
"Yeah sure, no problem" I said, while my fears slowly faded.
"Want a beer? I could use one" he said. "Could you grab us a couple from the fridge?"
I sure could use one, so I got us one each, and opened his for him, as his hands were busy with some vegetables.
While he prepared the lunch, he told a bit about himself. He was recently divorced. It had been an ugly divorce, and they didn't speak much, except when they had to.
I asked why they had to speak, and he explained it was because of their son Daryl.
I had no idea he had a son. Actually I wasn't even sure I had ever seen his ex-wife.
He told me, that he had decided to stay in the house for now, though it was gonna be a bit tight to sit in here with only 1 income.
I just nodded and said yes and oh, at appropriate times, while he explained his situation.
When he seemed to be done, with his ultra short version of his life story, I asked what had been on my mind, ever since he called me.
"Why did you call me, and invite me over?"
"Oh well yes. About that. I was with Jimmy and Paul. You know Jimmy, right?"
"Yes" I replied.
"Well, Jimmy said that you had called him and wanted to talk, and that he had threatened to kill you or something. He seemed pretty proud of it even. I had no idea what that was about, so I asked. Jimmy said, that you're a pedo fucker and you should just die."
My heart sank.
"I asked again what you had done" Michael continued explaining. "From Jimmy's reaction, I expected that you had raped and murdered a dozen children. Paul said that you were in prison for having watched child porn. And Jimmy said See, that's what I said. We discussed how bad it was, to watch child porn, and Jimmy said that all pedos should just die."
I felt miserable, but didn't say anything. After all, he did call me.
"When I got home, I thought about it, and wondered what it would be like, to be a pedo and meet people like Jimmy. I realized that you probably had a pretty shitty time, and thought I'd just check up on you and let you know that we're not all like Jimmy."
I could hardly speak and croaked a "Thank you".
"Paul didn't say much, but I think he also thought that Jimmy over reacted. Do you know Paul?"
"No, I don't think so" I said. My throat felt a bit better now.
"Ok. Well, don't get me wrong. I don't approve of abusing kids. and it's just plain horrible when pedos sick people rape kids and all that shit. But you'd never do that, would you?"
"Of course not" I quickly replied. "I would never hurt a kid".
"Yeah, that's what I thought" Michael said as he washed his hands and turned around.
"Well then" he continued. "That's it' Lunch should be ready in 15 minutes. I've got some juicy steaks ready for us. They just need 5 minutes on the barbecue". He nodded towards the garden.
There was a small terrace with a barbecue, and a decent sized inflatable plastic pool for kids.
I remembered Michael had mentioned a son, Daryl. I wondered how old he was.
Then felt ashamed. Michael had shown me trust and friendship when all my former friends had abandoned me. I was not gonna have those kind of thoughts about his son.
Michael pulled out a chair in front of me and sat down.
"Did that answer your question?" he asked.
"Yes, thank you. It was very nice of you, and you were right. I do have a rough time at the moment".
"Yeah, I can imagine that. In fact..."
Suddenly the door flew open, and two boys stormed in.
One of them said "Dad, can Jules eat lunch here?"
So that was Daryl, Michael's son. I had assumed that he would be at his mothers, but apparently not.
"Sure, if he can eat steak and salad and it's ok with his mother"
The boy was around 9 year old. He had light brown hair. A slim but strong athletic type of body. His skin was light brown like his eyes. He was a very attractive boy.
His friend Jules took a few steps forward. He was almost skinny. With long blonde hair and blue eyes. He looked a little bit younger. His skin was delicate, smooth and pale. In his own way, he was just as attractive as Daryl.
Michael said "Jules, run in and ask your mother. I'm about to put the steaks on the barbeque, and need to know if you eat here or not".
"Ok" he said and ran off.
"Hey, wait for me" Daryl shouted and sprinted after him, letting go of a big fart, just as he caught up with Jules at the door.
Michael laughed. "I think that boy farts more than he exhales! ...Oh, I forgot to introduce you" He said and smiled at me.
"That's ok" I said. I suddenly felt very awkward and insecure.
Maybe he thought I only was attracted to little girls.
Before I had time to think much about anything, Daryl returned.
Daryl yelled "It's ok dad! Jules eats with us. Can we swim in the pool?"
"No, we're eating in 5 minutes Daryl. Maybe if you're nice, you can swim after lunch."
"Oh ok, dad" Daryl answered as Jules caught up and stopped behind him.
"Boys, say hi to my friend John", Michael said and went walked out to the barbeque
The boys looked at me.
Daryl said "Hi John".
"No, not like that. A proper introduction. He's a friend of mine" Michael yelled from the garden.
Daryl took 2 steps towards me and gave me his hand.
"Hi, I'm Daryl, Michael's son" he said with a charming smile, as I held his warm little hand. He was wonderful. So full of life and boyhood.
"Hi Daryl" I said. "I'm John. A friend of your father". I sent him a big smile in return.
Then we both looked at Jules, who didn't quite seem to know what to do with himself. Seemed he wasn't sure if he also was expected to present himself the same way. Or maybe he was just shy.
Daryl wasn't the patient type of boy, so he just blurted out "Come on, Jules. Introduce yourself. Dad said, that if we've been good boys we can swim after lunch".
Jules walked up to me and stretched out his hand, while Daryl went out in the garden and asked his dad if he could help with anything. What a well mannered boy, I thought. When he wanted to.
"Hi, my name is Julian" the cutest little voice said.
I turned my head and looked at him. His big blue eyes were incredible, and I felt the air leave my lunges.
"I live next door and Daryl is my best friend" he said, looking a bit insecure.
It was probably because I hadn't answered or taken his hand. How rude of me.
I took his hand in mine and said "Oh, I'm sorry Julian. I didn't mean to be rude, I was just thinking of something else. My name is John, and I'm a friend of Michael. Very pleased to meet you, Julian".
His hand felt very soft and warm in mine, and I didn't want to let go of it.
"It's ok" he said and smiled.
While I still held his lovely soft little hand and looked into his angelic gazing blue eyes, I asked "So, is Daryl and Michael nice neighbors, or do they fart so loud that you can't sleep at night next doors"?
Jules giggled. "No, we can't hear them. But Daryl does fart a lot", he said just as Daryl came back inside.
"Hey, I don't fart that much" he said and let go of a loud fart.
We all laughed. His timing had been perfect.
"Come Jules, we gotta set the table. I promised my dad".
"Ok" Jules said and looked into my eyes, almost as if he was apologizing for taking his hand away.
During lunch, I completely forgot about my crappy life, and just enjoyed hanging out with a friend in a nice atmosphere and looking at the cute boys.
They were so much fun. So different from each other, and yet both so incredible wonderful. Daryl, full of life, fun and the very essence boyhood. And Jules, so gentle, beautiful, soft, timid and beautiful. And beautiful.
I got a grip on myself. I remembered that I should be grateful of the unexpected friendship and stop abusing Michael's trust. I forced my eyes away from the boys, and focused on my conversation with Michael. Though it was less interesting than the boys.
Chapter 4
After lunch, the boys helped cleaning up and washing the dishes. Michael went upstairs and returned with 2 cute little speedos for the boys.
Michael put them on the table, and started putting plates, glasses and the other stuff back at their proper places.
Daryl immediately stripped naked and hopped in his blue speedo. He had an absolutely perfect body. The girls were going to fight over him in a few years. He was slim and toned and quite muscular, beneath his smooth tanned skin.
His dick was 2 inches, uncut and very inviting. It had the perfect proportions, for a little boy dick.
Jules seemed a bit reluctant to take off his clothes in front of us, and just stood there hesitating.
Daryl didn't have time for that and was oblivious to the fact that some people had modesty.
"Come on Jules. Get going, let's swim!" he said. Then he yanked Jules shirt up over his head.
Jules ribs were clearly visible and his skin was so milky white and pale, that you could see the blue veins in many places on his chest.
While Jules were struggling with his shirt over his head, he got his arms pinned in the shirt too, and it wouldn't move. Neither up or down.
Daryl laughed and pulled down Jules shorts and undies in one quick jerk, exposing Jules thin waist, hips and his genitals.
The skin at his pubic area were even whiter that the rest of his skin. Almost translucent. It seemed so soft and delicate, I couldn't help feeling an urge to reach out and touch it. Feel the smoothness of his skin. But of course I didn't.
Jules dick were incredibly beautiful, like the rest of him. It was 2.5 inches long but thinner than Daryl's. and it seemed to have a magical attraction, making me want to reach out and touch it.
I realized my own dick was hard, and discreetly adjusted it to be less visible.
Jules dick hang down and swayed from side to side, as Jules frantically tried to get the stubborn shirt over his head.
At first I thought he was just pretending to be stuck. How can you be that stuck in a t-shirt? But the shirt was very tight, and his insecure and embarrassed voice convinced me, that his arms really were stuck.
Jules said "I'll get you for this, Daryl!".
Everybody knew, that he wouldn't get Daryl, who was much stronger.
I'm sure Jules was uncomfortable being exposed like that, but he didn't whine. He just kept struggling with the stuck shirt.
"You need some help with that, Jules?" I asked.
"Yes, please" he replied.
I got up and found the opening in his shirt, which was stuck below his nose and at the back of his head.
"Relax, and stop pulling, Julian" I said calmly.
Daryl shouted "I'm hopping in!" and rushed outside. Soon we heard a splash of water.
I lowered his shirt at the back of Jules head, which made room for his pretty little nose to get through the opening and then up and off.
Jules looked up at me with his wonderful eyes and an ashamed gleam in them and said "Thank you".
Then we both looked down at his body.
He was so adorable standing there, looking slightly uncomfortable, with his shorts around his knees and his nearly nude body exposed before a near stranger.
I knew I shouldn't but I knelt down, and helped him step out of his clothes while I stared at his wonderful dick, only a few inches away from my face.
"There you go" I said, and handed him his speedos, catching a last glimpse of his dick.
Our eyes met again as he quickly hopped in his bathing suit and headed out to join Daryl.
When Michael had finished in the kitchen, he joined me and said "Nice boys, eh?" with a big smile.
I didn't quite know what to say. Did he know, that I liked boys, or what was that supposed to mean?
"Ehm... Yes" I just said.
"Jules has been Daryls best friend, since they were toddlers. It's funny how different they are and how good friends they are."
"Yes, I agree. They are very different"
The question was burning in my mind. Did he know that I liked boys?
"They seem to like you. Especially Jules, I think" Michael said.
"You think so?" I asked surprised. I thought Michael hadn't paid much attention to the brief conversations I've had with Jules.
"Yes for sure. He's usually a very shy boy around strangers."
"Oh. Yes, I could see he was a little bit shy".
"Nothing compared to how he usually acts around strangers."
I had to ask. It wasn't fair, if he didn't know it.
"You know that I like boys?" I blurted out clumsily.
"Yes" he said and looked at me.
"I mean..."
"I know what you mean" Michael interrupted me. "The answer is Yes. I know".
"But... Why then? I mean, your son." I was getting a bit upset about this. Was it a test? Was I being set up?
When he didn't answer, I continued "Is it a test or something? Are you trying to set me up?"
"No no relax" Michael said. "Well, maybe you could call it a test. Like I said, I don't believe you would hurt a kid. But I'm still not gonna let you babysit Daryl".
He laughed.
I didn't.
What kind of test, I wondered. What was all this about?
"Let's go sit outside" Michael suggested and got up without waiting for my answer.
I picked up the boys clothes and took them with me outside.
We sat at the garden table, watching the boys having fun in the pool.
They were wrestling. Daryl was much stronger than Jules, but you could see, he still made sure that Jules were having fun and letting him win a little victory now and then. He was a nice boy. Few boys his age, would make sure the weaker boy also had fun.
"You wanna stay for dinner, or you got other plans?" Michael asked.
"Sure, I'd love to stay for dinner. You know... I don't really have any other friends" I admitted.
"Yeah, I can imagine that" he said.
Just then, the boys came storming out of the pool, towards us.
"We wanna play XBox!" Daryl exclaimed.
"Sure" Michael said. "But HEY STOP!"
The wet boys stopped right before entering the kitchen.
"Don't go inside, all wet like that. I'll get you a towel"
"Oh ok dad" Daryl said as his dad disappeared inside.
"So did you fart in the water, Daryl?" I asked trying to resume our fun from earlier.
"No, not even once" he said. I could see something in his face. He was forcing it... And then he let out another fart.
I was sure he did it on purpose. But it still worked, and we all laughed.
"Uh oh" Daryl said and pulled down his speedos in the back, trying to look over his own shoulder to look inside them.
Jules looked into them too.
"Nice skid mark" Jules laughed.
"Ewww" Daryl laughed, pulled his speedos off and tossed them on the ground.
"Dad can wash them" he said.
We all laughed again. You just couldn't help loving that wonderful boy.
As Daryl stood there all naked, he suddenly said "Hey John! You wanna see me do cartwheels?"
"Sure, of course" I replied.
And then the Daryl show started.
All nude, with his front to me, he took a few steps turned slightly and made a perfect cartwheel, with his cute dick flopping around.
I laughed. "Perfect" I said and clapped my hands.
That spurred him on, and he managed to do 3 more perfect cartwheels, allowing me to enjoy his physical perfection, until his dad returned with a big towel.
"I thought you guys could just share a towel, since it's so big" he said and threw the towel in Daryls face.
"Daryl pooped in his speedos" Jules said.
"No I didn't!" Daryl protested, while Jules and I laughed. "It's just a skid mark".
Michael picked up the cute little piece of nylon, and inspected it.
"Ew, I'm gonna put these in the washer. Jules, let me have yours too. They haven't been washed in ages anyway."
Again Jules seemed a bit reluctant to get naked, but after a second of hesitation, he pulled them down and handed them to Michael, who disappeared inside again with the 2 pairs of speedos.
Then I was left alone with 2 amazing cute naked boys.
I wondered if Michael somehow did this on purpose to test me. But I didn't complaint. Not now at least.
While Daryl dried off with the towel, Jules stood naked behind him and waited patiently for the towel.
I couldn't help marveling at their beauty. And I'm afraid I also stared a lot at their wonderful dicks.
Jules eyes caught mine, after I had peeked a few seconds at his long thin penis. But he didn't say anything.
I quickly smiled at him, and asked "What game are you guys going to play?"
"Wrestling" Daryl said from under his towel.
Jules nodded.
"Cool" I said. "Maybe I can come up and beat you later. If I get to be Mysterio, you'll have no chance."
"No way!" Daryl said. "We're gonna beat YOU, right Jules?"
"Yes" Jules agreed. "We'll beat your butt".
"We'll see about that" I said. "Beat my butt?" I giggled for myself.
Though Daryl wasn't really exactly dry, he tossed the towel at Jules and said "I'm gonna start up the XBox".
Then he headed upstairs, forgetting about his clothes. Or not caring about them.
Jules started wiping himself clumsily with the big towel.
"You need help with that?" I asked, though I knew I shouldn't.
"Yes please" Jules answered and looked at me with those big blue eyes again.
I pulled him close, and with his front to me, I started wiping his back.
When I started rubbing the towel on his back, Jules put his arms around my neck, I pressed a little harder to wipe him dry, at the same time pressed his body into mine. It was effectively a hug. With a nude wet boy. I got a bit wet. And very hard.
When his back was done, I wiped his shoulders and chest, while we looked at each other.
Michael had been right. Jules liked me. I wiped his arms, and then under them. Then his tummy.
I leaned forward and whispered "You want to wipe the rest yourself, and you want me to dry you off there too?"
He pulled his head back a little and looked me in my eyes. Then he put his arms around me again.
I pretended to dry his back some more, while I enjoyed his lovely hug, but his back was already dry.
I unwrapped him and resumed drying him off, on his cute tummy.
I took his non-reply, as a 'go ahead'.
With trembling hands, I reached down and grabbed his cute dick with the towel, while I looked into his eyes.
He just smiled at me. I stroked it 2 or 3 times with the towel, drying it off. Then I proceeded with his little ball sack, and down his thighs.
I had him lift up his cute little feet, one at a time, and dried off those too, while it gave me a magnificent view at his genitals. I thought his dick looked slightly thicker than before. Maybe my toweling had made it chub up a little bit.
Then he was done. I wrapped my arms around him and whispered "There, I think you're dry now".
Then I gave him a tight hug.
He smiled at me. Then reached for his undies.
"Oh right," I said "you better get Daryl's clothes too. Here hold out your arms".
Jules did as I said, and held out his arms. Then I piled all their clothes on them and said "Take these with you upstairs. Then you both can put them on, if you get cold"
"Ok" Jules said and went inside.
I sat there, all alone with my huge hard dick, and wondered what kind of test or trap this was. What had Michael meant?
Had I just failed the test or plunged into a trap?