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Title: Death Drive part 3
Author: AuthorWithHardon
Summary: Suicidal boylover meets hungry boy
Keywords: Mb slow mast cum rom cons preteen yng gay pedophilia ped pedo MM BL boylove boy
First published: 19 october 2014
Chapter 6
"I... I can't do that, Dean" I stammered.
"I HATE you!" he screamed and cried again.
I knew that wasn't true. I tried to explain "Listen Dean. That would be the same as if I killed you. I can't do that, or have your death on my
consciousness. I don't want to be a monster who abuses a boy and then kill him or leave him".
No response. He just wept.
"I'm trying to do what's best for you, Dean." I tried again. Damn this was even worse that I had feared. "Please... Can't we talked about
it?".
Still no response. I got up and got us something to drink.
When I returned he was still crying, but not as loud.
I put the drinks on the table, went over and laid my hand on his back, trying to comfort him.
"Dean, my sweet pretty boy... Can't we talk about what we should do, and what would be best for you? I want to help you. But I can't harm you.
That's what they all expect of me, and it's the reason why I have to kill my self. I refuse to prove them right. Can you understand that?"
Dean lifted his head and blinked.
"Who expects you to harm me?" he asked.
I sighed. "Well... Some really bad things happened to me. I was betrayed. And a lot of people found out I love boys. Then they all hated me,
and said the most awful things about me. That I was a very sick and evil person, and that I wanted to rape boys and things like that. I had to
leave. Even the people I loved, and still love, they... They all hate me now." I felt a tear running down my cheek and chin.
Dean stared at me. Maybe finally understanding me. Partially at least.
I continued "I don't want to live anymore. I have to send some letters. To explain what happened and that I would never hurt those boys. And
that it wasn't at all like they said. I need to tell them what they have done. I have to make them understand. I don't want to live anymore,
and my suicide will prove that what I write to them is the truth. Then they might see what they have done and might believe that I would never
hurt any boys... So you see why I can't hurt you? Even if you want to, I just can't do it, Dean."
"You're crying too" Dean said after a while. I think he understood that I was in as much pain as him. If not more.
"I know" I said and wiped my face.
He sat up, wrapped his arms around my neck and hugged me tight.
I started crying again. Silently. My tears dripped from my chin on to his shoulder, soaking his shirt.
"Will you please let me stay here?" he asked softly.
"I don't think that's possible, Dean" I said. "But can we please sit down, have a drink and talk about what would be best for you?"
I could feel he was also crying now, and that he started to get upset again, but he controlled it this time and just nodded.
We sat at the table, with our drinks. Soda for Dean and a beer as usual for me.
I started "Look Dean. There's a few things that are set and can't be changed. I want to help you as much as I can, but those things will not
be changed."
"What are they?" he asked.
I answered "1: I will commit suicide soon. When I'm ready and 2: I will not harm you. That means I can't allow you to kill your self, and I
can't have sex with you".
"Why not?" he asked
We had been over this before, but I repeated patiently. "If I have sex with you and then leave you, you might seek sex with other men. And
odds are that you end up being a prostitute or being abused or raped. It's far too dangerous for young boys to have sex with strangers, and
especially when they don't have a home and a family looking out for them. I can't do that to you, how ever much I would like to be intimate
with you".
"And besides..." I continued "That's what they say I'll do. They say I want to rape boys. That I don't care about anyone, all I want to do is
to fuck little boys. I... They are wrong. I won't do it."
Dean didn't answer. For the first time I think he really considered what I was saying.
"And I can't stay with you, because you can't control yourself, and you will suddenly rape me and harm me?" he asked.
"No, it's not like that. I would never rape you. But I wouldn't be able to resist you, trying to kiss you. Then trying to touch you. Then more
and more until we practically had sex".
Dean was silent again for a while. Then he said "But when you're gone, it'll be just like now. I'll just stop having sex".
I smiled. "No Dean, you won't. Once you've had an orgasm, you're hooked. You can't stop having sex again".
"Why not? I'm not having sex now"
"I know. It's hard to explain. But trust me, once you start, you can't stop again".
We sat in silence for a while. Then Dean began to look agitated and he finally spoke up.
"But you say you love me and you talk and talk about you and this and that. What about me? All I want is to stay with you. But you don't care
about me at all. I don't believe you love me, you just say that. If you loved me you wouldn't throw me away. Nobody loves me". He was crying
again. But quietly this time.
He had a point. How could I throw him out, when he finally found some warmth, friendliness and safety? There had to be another way.
But my 2 points still stood. I was going to commit suicide and I refused to harm him in any way. And that meant he had to leave. But throwing
him out would also harm him, wouldn't it?
I was looking at the miserably crying boy I loved, and I knew I wasn't going to throw him out alone on the streets again. But then what?
A desperate plan finally emerged in my head. It was far from a good plan, but I had no other choice.
"Dean my sweet boy" I started. "Look, I can't have sex with you. But if you promise me some things, I will let you stay for a while".
He looked up with eyes full of hope. "What is it?" he whispered.
"You must stop kissing me. Stop showing off your body to me. Stop trying to make me love you and want you. And if I still get too close to
you, you must reject me. Push me away. You understand? If you do these things, maybe it will be safe for you to stay with me. If you don't,
then you have to leave."
Dean sat still in thought. "Can I hug you?" he asked.
"I don't know... I suppose once in a while." I replied and already felt a desperate need to hug him.
"Ok, I can do that. Then I can stay with you?"
"Yes Dean. Let's give it a try."
His face lit up and he ran around the table and gave me a much needed hug.
He was crying again. To my surprise I discovered that I was too.
Chapter 7
I was pretty pleased with myself and the outcome of the deal with Dean. It had been terrible for the both of us to go through, but the result was good.
Before the situation was highly unstable. I was torn between my affection, love and desire for little Dean on one side and the fear of
becoming the monster they accused me of being, on the other side.
But I wasn't only battling my own lust. Dean had sided with my desires and was tempting me every chance he got, which made the battle
impossible for me to win in the long run.
With the new deal we made, I had turned my adversary into an ally. Dean no longer had any incentive to seduce me. He knew that if I failed
to control myself, he had to leave and thus his reason to seduce me so he would have a temporary home and a friend, had been changed to a
reason not to get involved with me physically. Brilliant I thought.
Oh how wrong I was. My judgment was clouded by my desperate frustration, and I completely underestimated two of the deepest and most powerful
forces in his cute little head.
After things had settled we were both drained and tired. It had been a very emotional ordeal, and now we were content with the new
arrangement. The rest of the evening we relaxed, talked about safe and meaningless topics and watched TV until we both were ready for hitting
the sack early.
Once we both were in the bed, Dean wanted to cuddle like yesterday. I was torn. I wanted it so bad but feared my lust.
Eventually I agreed, if Dean put on his undies. I put on mine too, though I hated sleeping in them. But if that was the price of cuddling with
my lovely boy, I'd gladly pay it.
We laid in each others arms, Deans head on my chest while we talked a little bit about what we would do the next day.
Dean told me, that he loved basketball. I had no idea that he did, and didn't know much about the sport myself. But I still promised him to
see if I could get tickets to the next home game for the local franchise. I didn't care much about the sport, but if it would make Dean happy,
I'd gladly pay. I didn't need my money anyway and what better way to spend them, than making a boy happy.
While we talked I held my hand on the back of his head, and slowly caressed him and let my fingers play with his hair. He was excited that he
might get a chance to see a real game. But soon even the excitement couldn't keep him awake, and the lovely little boy slept halfway on top of me
again.
I managed to wriggle free of him, turned over and tried to get some sleep myself.
I woke up a couple of times during the night, finding Dean again laying halfway on top of me. I loved it. The feeling of the warm very sexy boy body on top of mine. But even more the knowledge that he liked me and needed the physical contact. It was so sweet.
But I had a hard time falling asleep like that, so every time I crawled out from under him and went to sleep next to him.
When I woke in the morning I wasn't surprised to find Dean on top of me again. I didn't think much of it.
But this time I had my usual morning boner, stretching my boxers. His left leg was laying right on my cock. I wanted to jerk off, and
remembered what I had done yesterday morning. That didn't help to get rid of my boner.
But this time I wouldn't do crazy things like that. I was going to get Dean off me, then go to the toilet for my morning wank.
Too bad, I really preferred to do that in the bed, while I slowly woke up.
When I tried to turn Dean over and roll him off my body, he stirred and mumbler something. I paused and waited.
He was still sleeping. Then I tried again, and again he stirred and almost woke up. Then, still sleeping, he settled back on top of me, laid
his arm across my body and hugged me tight. He also moved his left leg up and down, rubbing it on my hard cock a couple of times.
For a few seconds I thought he was awake, but he was was just getting comfy in his sleep.
I seriously needed my morning jerk off, but I wasn't going to repeat the mess I made yesterday. As hot as it was, I was determined to control
my lust. I didn't want to lose him. It wouldn't be fair to him. And I needed his company.
I knew by now that he didn't awake easily, so I reluctantly I untangled from his warm sexy body, but not before hugging him and
kissing his neck. He was so sweet and innocent as he laid there. A true sleeping beauty.
I went to the toilet, grabbed my hard cock and starter to jerk it, while I imagined my sweet Dean laying before me completely nude with his
hard little pecker pointing straight up towards his own face, begging me to suck it.
I didn't need long to get there. Only a minute or two. I usually took my time, enjoying it, prolonging it before I finally shot my load. But I
was extra horny and I wasn't in my comfortable bed. And cute little Dean was sleeping almost nude in the next room, so I thought I'd just get
it over with right away.
Until I heard a sound and froze. With my hard cock in my hand, I looked at the door and saw a very tired and very cute Dean entering the bath
room.
I hadn't bothered to close the door, since I figured it would only take a couple of minutes and Dean was sound asleep. But not anymore.
Deans eyes went from sleepy-nearly-closed to wide-open in a second. I quickly turned my back to him, and frantically attempted to pull up my
boxers.
When I finally managed to get them up in place, I turned around and asked a little harsh "What are you doing here, Dean?"
Dean looked a bit surprised. And then scared. "I just... I'm sorry. I just woke up and couldn't find you. I missed you. I didn't mean
to..."
I could see in his eyes, that he really meant it. He didn't spy on me or anything. He probably missed my warm body that he seemed to cling on
to in his sleep. I could also see in his eyes, that he was afraid. Afraid that I was angry with him and might kick him out on the streets for
this.
I regretted having snapped at him.
"Oh ok. I'm sorry Dean. I know you didn't mean to. You just startled me. It's ok". He still looked embarrassed not looking at my face but kept
his eyes down. Or so I thought at first. Until I realized that he was staring at my hard cock in my boxers.
I looked down, and understood why. Though my boxer shorts was in place, half of my still hard cock was sticking out of the pee hole, pointing
straight at a memorized Dean.
I shielded my cock from his view with my hard, and tried to stuff it back in the hole. It wouldn't quite cooperate, and I ended up swearing at
it "Oh for fucks sake, stupid cock!" I mumbled. Which broke Deans frozen state, only to replace it with the cutest giggle state. Which quickly
turned into a loud hard laugh.
I was annoyed. I almost barked an angry remark at him again, before his infectious laughter got to me, and I also started laughing.
It really was a pretty comical situation.
"You were pointing at me!" Dean laughed.
"Yes, I was" I laughed with him, while I lead him back to our bed. On the way there, I noticed the bulge in his undies was bigger than usual.
Though I shouldn't have been, I was pleased to see, that it was.
When we laid down, and the laughing died out, I hugged my little sex bomb and said "I'm sorry Dean. I shouldn't have snapped at you. You
weren't supposed to see that. And I should have locked the door".
"It's ok" he said. "I didn't mind".
"I could see that" I said and hugged him again.
He started giggling again. "You looked so funny"
We attempted to go back to sleep, as it was still pretty early. But after half an hour of giggles, hugging and cuddles we gave up and got out
of bed.
I sent Dean off to take a shower, and while he was away, I wanted to surprise him, so I googled the local basketball team, and found out that
there was a game same evening. Last home game before they went on a series of 4 away games, so it was tonight or probably not at all.
I checked their web site and clicked the link for buying tickets. The game was nearly sold out. All the cheap tickets were gone, and only a
few hundreds of the expensive ones were left. I had no idea basketball tickets could be this expensive, but I really wanted to make my Dean
happy, and though I usually wouldn't have spent that amount on some stupid sports tickets, I didn't hesitate for long. I clicked a few times,
and had to enter my credit card number.
I quickly made the purchase, got up and started making us breakfast.
When Dean was done showering and drying off, he walked in nude. He looked so delicious, cute, smooth and sexy that I almost forgot our rules
and reached out for him. His little 2 inches of deliciousness hang down soft. I couldn't help admiring his body and his dick for a few
seconds, before I got a grip on myself and looked away.
Dean seemed to remember our agreement when I looked away, and hurried off to put on some undies.
We ate, talked and had fun. He was such a delight to hang out with.
Except when he made fun of me, for having my cock stick out of my boxers. He just wouldn't let go of that, and every 5 minutes he started
giggling again or made a sly remark about it.
Well, actually I didn't mind. It was funny after all. And my hard cock seemed to have made a big impression on him, which I liked.
After eating and cleaning up, I set Dean up to play some games on his own, while I took my shower.
I needed to wank very badly, so I locked the door. In the shower I finally had the chance to get my much needed release. I visualized the
situation earlier, where Dean had walked in on me and looked at my big cock. But this time, I didn't turn around and pull up my shorts.
Instead I continued jerking it in front of him.
He stared and slowly came closer. Reached out his hand and wrapped it around my cock. I moaned his name. "Oh dean".
He lowered his head and took my cock in his mouth. And just as he looked up at me, with his beautiful eyes, cute face and my hard cock
completely filling his cute little mouth, I came. I filled his mouth with my cum, and he loved it. He swallowed most of it and rubbed it on
his face.
I finished my shower and dried off my hair, when Dean knocked on the door.
"Yes?" I said.
"I'm sorry, but I gotta pee. Can I?" the cute voice said.
"Sure" I said, wrapped the towel around tightly around my waist and unlocked the door.
Dean entered and headed straight for the toilet, but not without throwing a quick glance at my cock and remarking "Hey, it's not sticking
out".
As he pulled down his undies and took hold of his dick, I tousled his hair and said "No, but yours is".
He turned around and teased me "Yeah, but at least it's not hard and I'm not jerking it".
I knew he was just having fun at my expense, but he wasn't supposed to show me his dick. And this was 2nd time this morning already.
As much as I liked it, I'd have to talk with him about it.
The next couple of hours Dean spent in front of the TV or the computer, while I worked on my letters. I also spent some time, finding out how
I could set up a bank account for Dean, where he could withdraw a limited amount every week. It was possible, but the problem was that the
account needed an owner. An adult owner. And if I was registered as dead, they would freeze the account. I had to work out a solution for
him.
When it was lunch time, I told him to get dressed and we drove off to find a nice place to eat.
I parked my car and we walked around down town looking at all the busy people and discussing which place to eat at.
Dean held my hand the whole time. And whenever we stopped, he put his arms around me and laid his head against my body.
I loved it. But I supposed I had to include too that in our little talk. He was just too physical.
It made me stop to wonder why he did it. I had thought that our agreement would have put an end to that. I had assumed that his flirting was
mostly a calculated attempt to secure him a safe place to stay, knowing that if he just made me like him, I'd let him stay.
But now it was the other way around. His behavior was jeopardizing his secure place to stay. And yet he still did it.
It had to be a lot less calculated than I had though. He probably longed for a friend and some physical contact.
Once again I failed to understand what really drove him.
Chapter 8
We strolled about downtown looking for a suitable diner. Dean was still holding my hand, leaning into me and hugging be whenever we
stopped.
Once we decided for a place, we sat down, ordered a couple of burgers and some fries. Dean was as delighted as ever, and sat there looking
happy while we waited for our food.
"Dean... " I said. "Remember our agreement yesterday?"
"Yes" he said. Suddenly not smiling anymore.
"Well, this morning you..." I looked around. No one seemed to be close to hear us, but I still lowered my voice when I continued "you showed me
your dick twice. And you keep hugging me and touching me. You know I like it. I love it. But that's not what we agreed".
"Sorry" he said, looking miserable.
"It's ok Dean. I'm not going to kick you out for this, but you have to stop it, ok?" I said as gently as I could.
"Ok" he said, looking away.
I looked around for the waiter, starting to get a little bit impatient for our food. When I looked back at Dean a minute later, silent tears were running down his cheeks.
"Oh my. But Dean, honey" I said. "I said I wasn't going to kick you out, didn't you hear that?"
"Yes" he mumbled.
"But why are you crying then?"
"I can't help it. You might as well kick me out right away, because I can't help it. I've tried." he said and started crying for real.
I noticed a few heads turning our way, but I didn't care.
"Dean, come over here" I said and opened my arms.
He wiped his tears and said "No, I'm ok". Then he got the menu card and studied it intensely, without more tears flowing from his beautiful
eyes.
I sat quietly and thought it over. What was going on?
Why wouldn't he be able to stop hugging me and flirting, if that was what he was doing.
For the first time, I looked past my own dilemma and my own problems, and tried to put myself in Deans place.
Holy crap! I thought, when I realized what he had gone through and what I had been asking of him. Dean had been unwanted as long as he could
remember. He probably hadn't had anyone be nice and kind to him for years. No one to trust.
And along comes I. Treat him nice. Gaining his trust. Of course he would throw all his love at me. The only person he knew liked him. Loved
him.
And his comments about no one ever being able to love him. Abandoned by his father and living with a mother who didn't care. He must have an
all consuming need for feeling loved. And I was waving my love in in his face, right under his nose. Teasing him and taking it away.
I had gotten rid of my own dilemma of being torn between my attraction to him, and the moral need to push him away. But I had laid it all on him in stead.
Now he was torn between chasing the closeness, warmth, kindness and love from the one and only source he knew, and staying away from it in
order not to lose it.
That wasn't fair. The problem was mine, not his.
Armed with this new realization, I made my decision. I would still not have sex with him. But fighting my sexual attraction, was my cross to
bear, not his. So we needed to cancel the agreement we made yesterday. I would have to be strong now. Very strong.
"Dean?" I asked in a low voice.
"Yes?"
"Can you please come over here?"
"No, I'm ok now" he said.
"I know, but I need to say something important to you."
He got up, and settled on my knee.
I put my arms around him like a loving father, and whispered into his ear. "I'm sorry I made you agree to that deal yesterday. It was wrong of
me. It's not your responsibility to control me."
He didn't answer. I wasn't sure he understood what it meant.
I continued "I promise you, that until my Death Drive, I will let you stay with me, if you want. No matter what you do. Ok?"
He turned his head and looked at me and said "Promise?"
"I promise" I repeated.
A wonderful smile spread on his face. He settled back further up my lap and said "Thank you" as he turned halfway around and hugged me. I
happily hugged him back.
Then he looked into my eyes with a mischievous gleam, as he put his hand behind himself on my leg to adjust his weight and settle himself
closer to my body, and said "Not even if I do something really stupid?"
While he pronounced the last two words, his hand pressed down, right on my cock.
"No Dean. Not even if you do something really stupid". I leaned in and whispered in his ear "But I'm still not going to have sex with you, and
I'd appreciate it, if you would help me, by not doing these things all the time. Please?"
He looked a bit embarrassed and said "Oh ok, I'm sorry" as he took his hand off my now hard cock.
After we had eaten, we wandered around the street looking at the shops. We stumbled over an arcade hall, where we hang out playing the
machines.
Whenever I was playing, Dean ducked under my arms, and placed himself in front of me, so I had to look over his head to see the screen. We
stood really close, and he made sure that his back had contact with my crotch most of the time. I was rock hard, and when I finally managed to
focus on the games once in a while, and my cock lost some of it's hardness, Dean increased the pressure or gently swayed from side to side,
instantly making me hard again.
I was tempted to tell him to stop, and I was tempted to take out my cock, lift up his shirt and let it rub against his bare skin. And other
things. But I was determined to be strong and stay on the narrow path of accepting my attraction to him, but not acting on it.
As the afternoon waned, I started keeping an eyes on the time. We had a game to catch. And I wanted to buy Dean shorts and a shirt in the colors of the local team, he said he liked so much. Hopefully he would have this memory for many years to come.
I found us a sportswear shop, and we went in. We browsed the clothes and while Dean was checking out some shoes, I found a employee and asked
where the outfits from the local basketball team was.
He pointed to an area and said "All our basketball outfits are over there".
Slightly embarrassed I said "Well, the thing is I have no idea which teams there are, and it's kinda a surprise for my nephew".
"Oh, I'm sorry. Let my help you" he said, and lead me there. Then he pointed out 3 different sets, which was all from 'our' team. I thanked him
and looked confused at the sets. I had to ask Dean which one he wanted.
I found Dean and showed him the sets. He thought they were all awesome.
"You can pick one of them, Dean"
"You mean you'll buy it for me?" he asked.
"Nah, I was planning on stealing it for you" I said and tousled his hair.
"Yeah right" he said with a huge smile. And the he assaulted me. He literally jumped up on me, and hugged and kissed me. I quickly turned my
head, or he would have kissed me on my mouth. I laughed while he thanked me 20 times.
"But which one do you want, Dean?" I asked.
"This one. This is the coolest set ever!" he claimed.
"Cool, grab it and lets go" I said.
"But, what size should I get?" Dean asked.
"I have no idea, Dean"
We looked at a couple of different sizes, tried measuring it on his body and soon narrowed it down to 2 possibilities. Then Dean said "I can't
decide. Can I try them on?"
"I suppose so" I said, lookomg for a changing room. Somewhere in the back of my head, I hoped to see him change. Weird. I had seen him nude and even his hard dick plenty of times, and yet I was turned on by the idea of being with him in a change room while he tried on the outfits.
As Dean went in to try on the different sizes, I got a grip of myself and waited outside. After a minute, he split the curtains and asked me
to come in and see how it looked. I did.
"Wow, you looked awesome." I said with a big smile. He truly did. The set was a little big too big for him, but it made him look very cute.
And sexy.
I could see that he had taken off his shirt, and the oversized jersey with its wide openings, gave a splendid view to his smooth and very sexy
looking chest.
I wondered if he had taken off his underwear too. He probably wasn't aware, that you're not supposed to do that.
"Don't you think it's too big?" he asked and looked down at himself.
"Well, maybe a little. But they're supposed to be a bit big. And it'll be longer before you outgrow them. But I'm not sure."
"Yeah, I better try on the smaller set to compare" he said, and pulled down his shorts, exposing his dick to me for the 3rd time that day. He
looked at me with a big grin on his face. Seems I had been right about his underwear, but I didn't mention it.
He stripped off his shirt too, and was standing naked in front of me, except for his white socks. He didn't make any attempts to put on the
next set, but just stood there looking at me, while I was admiring him.
Then he said "Are you really buying one of these for me?"
Weird question. He knew that. "Yeah, I already told you mate" I replied.
"Yay thanks!" he exclaimed and hopped up to give me a naked hug.
I caught him and hugged his naked body, while I laughed. "Bad acting Dean!" I said.
"What do you mean?" he asked innocently.
"Asking a stupid question as excuse to hug me" I laughed, while he bounced up and down on me.
"Yeah, but you love it, don't you?" he said and tried to straddle my hips. Probably trying to make me hard again.
I grabbed his arms, lifted him off and said "You better try that other set on too".
"Awww" he said and pointed down to his dick, which was now hard as an iron rod.
I took in the sight, as I marveled at him. Then I said "Come on, Dean. Next set". I was very impressed with my own willpower.
"Ok, he said and started dressing again.
The next set was smaller. Probably perfect size for him. But the big one was cuter for him, and I was tempting to convince him to choose the
big set.
He turned left and right, and looked in the mirror for a couple of minutes. He made sure that his erection made the shorts stick straight out
in the front, and groped it once in a while to keep up the erection. Or at least I think that was why.
Eventually we agreed, that the smaller set was the best fit.
He stripped naked again and fooled around a bit in front of me some more, naked with his hard little dick sticking out, before he got dressed
and we left the shop with a brand new set of clothes for my wonderful boy.
Chapter 9
It was about time for us, to get going to the arena, and for Deans surprise. I hoped it would the biggest experience he ever had, and I intended to keep it secret for as long as possible.
I managed to get us all the way to the arena before Dean got suspicious.
"What are we doing here?" he asked. "Isn't this where our team is playing?"
"What team? You know, I'm not very good with all these sports-things, remember?" I said and tried to not to laugh.
"But why are we here then?" he asked again, as we walked towards the entrance. There were so many people, that it was crazy. I'd never been to
a game before. Or to any big sports event.
"Well, you'll see in a few minutes" I said and smiled at him.
He got all worked up. I could see the tension in him. Hoping but not daring to believe that he was going to see a game. I thought I'd better
tell him.
"You wanted to watch a game, right? Anything for my best friend!" I said, as we headed in.
Dean jumped up and down in excitement and insisted on giving me several hugs and kisses, though I tried to fend off the very affectionate
display until we were in more private surroundings. But I was happy that he was so happy.
It turned out that we had chosen the wrong entrance. Our tickets were in an expensive section and we were shown to another far less crowded
place. Eventually we found our seats, and Dean went berserk. We were seated 4 rows from the floor near the center of the court.
Dean hugged me and whispered "Thank you so much. I love you. I'm gonna thank you my own special way for this."
I whispered back "It's ok Dean. I just wanted to make you happy. No thanks needed. And I'm still not going to have sex with you".
"Sometimes you're such an idiot" he said. Then he looked at me with a strange determined expression and added "But I love you anyway", before
he kissed me right on my mouth.
I got extremely embarrassed and didn't know what to do with myself, but he just laughed and climbed back into his own seat. Still with that
strange look at his face.
And just then, the players entered the court and the decibel level exploded.
The game was amazing. I hard a hard time following the rules. But the size and the agility of those men, just 20 feet away were mind blowing.
I have never seen guys that size. And they moved and jumped around like they were half my size.
The atmosphere in the arena was fantastic too. I was completely blown away. Dean said it was because they played an important team and the
game was very exciting because of something I didn't quite get. And I think it was something about a king and a prince and a rose or
something. Or maybe I got that part wrong, and it was some other famous teams he talked about.
But the important thing was that Dean was ecstatic and even I loved it.
When the game was over, I bought some merchandise for Dean. A cap and some stickers. As we walked away, the crowd slowly thinned out. Dean was
raving on about the game, and the best plays, and the MPV or something. It was almost as he replayed the entire game while we made our way
home.
When we got home, I made some coffee for myself and poured a glass of milk for Dean. He stripped off his clothes completely, climbed onto me
and straddled and hugged me. And then he kissed me on the mouth.
"Thank you thank you thank you" he said. And then he kissed me again, and stuck his tongue in my mouth.
I pushed him off and stood up. "Dean, I can't do that. And you promised to make it easier for me".
"I changed my mind" he said.
"Please Dean. Don't do this. It's so hard for me" I pleaded.
"It doesn't have to be." he said. "I just want you to love me".
"I do love you. But I can't have sex with you. You know that." I said frustrated.
"Ok ok" he said, looking dejected. But there was still that new gleam in his eyes.
I thought I knew what it meant, and steeled myself for an upcoming major test of my willpower.
The rest of evening, Dean insisted on being naked. Sometimes he played a bit with his dick to make it hard. But mostly it was soft.
I asked a couple of times if he would please stop it, when he got a bit too sexual, and every time he agreed. But it never lasted for
long.
It was obvious that he was no longer cooperating or trying to make it easy for me.
It had been a long hard and fun day, and we were both tired, so we decided to hit the sack.
When we snuggled up as we used to, I felt his little soft hand reach behind him, and wrapping itself around my cock. I was already nearly
fully hard, from the constant over stimulation of the provoking sexy boy, and snuggling and spooning him had made it impossible to stay
completely soft.
It felt so fantastic and I really needed it, so for 3 seconds I allowed it, before I came to my senses and pulled his hand away from my now
completely hard cock.
"Dean, stop that!" I scolded.
"Why?" he asked, and leaned further back into me, pressing his back against my cock.
"Please, I can't take it Dean. I don't want to ruin your life."
He stopped and laid still. Then he said "I'm sorry".
I was devastated. Never had I wanted something so much, as I wanted to feel his hand around my cock again.
I waited for Dean to nod off, so I could jerk off.
While I waited I went through the day we had just enjoyed. It had been a blast. By far the best day since.. Since it happened. I had trusted
my best friend and told him things that I had kept secret for my whole life. My innermost thoughts and feelings. And he had turned on me. Told
other people what I had confided to him. Told the parents of the boys I loved. Everybody had gone crazy with hate and blood lust.
I hated him. No I didn't. I hated me. That wasn't true either. I hated the world. That was it. I hated the world.
Except today. I loved my little Dean so much, and I had such a good time today, it was even better than before all that crap happened.
Dean had been so much fun, and he was so cute and sexy...
I woke up with a wonderful feeling, dreaming about sex with a beautiful boy. Dean, I though it was.
And it was.
I realized Dean was sucking my cock and I was about to cum.
"DEAN!" I yelled, and gave a big jump, when I realized it was real. Dean pulled his mouth off my cock but kept his hand around it.
But it felt so good.
He didn't answer, but still kept his hand on my very hard cock.
I couldn't. I just couldn't take his hand away.
He started jerking me again.
I couldn't do it. I tried. Almost. But I couldn�t.
When he realized he had won, he put his mouth back on my cock, and sucked me for a few seconds, before all my pent up lust and frustration
materialized as a geyser of cum.
I reached down and held his head in place, as I came. Again and again I shoot seemingly endless amounts of my love into his mouth.
I had never felt anything like it. It was as if my orgasm just wouldn't stop.
But eventually it did.
Dean came up and hugged me. He was full of my dripping cum and I could feel the bed was wet too. Neither of us cared.
We kissed and hugged and told each other "I love you".
I scolded myself for my weakness. And was a bit upset about Deans betrayal.
Yet, I had loved it and needed it so much. And I was happy. So happy.
Maybe I was happy enough to stay alive?
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