Chapter 1

Ben had always been a closeted boy lover. Since he was a teen himself and now in his late forties, he admired the bodies and personalities of boys. He often recalled his own childhood and that age of sexual discovery. For him, it was mutual masturbation and oral with friends. At that age they were too naive to understand what they were doing. They knew playing with their dicks and sucking them felt good, but never reached orgasm. They always lost interest before that point. Kind of silly that a boy would lose interest in sexual pleasure, but that's what happened.

From that age on Ben was obsessed with boys and cock. He tried as a young teen to suck dick, but it almost always failed. He resorted to self-pleasure with the aid of random magazines he got his hands on. Finding pictures of boys was always easy, clothed or sometimes nude. As he discovered more, he masturbated more. His fantasies were always of boys; sucking, fucking, hand jobs. It didn't matter as long as he had a smooth, willing dick in his mind. He liked boys starting puberty too. His recollection of going through puberty; it was a magical transition. Most boys hate it, the embarrassing changes in their bodies and the breaking voice. Ben hated it too, but in hindsight it was the best part of his life. It was his introduction to sex with other boys, making each other feel good, making himself feel good.

Ben still obsesses, now looking at them online. Still reads the stories that others write. But he rarely finds like-minded men. There are many stories about men using boys consensually, or not, for their own pleasure. Ben has never been that type of guy. He has always been the one willing to suck cock or take it up the ass for the other's pleasure. He feels that his partner should be pleased first, and his pleasure should come second. All of this has only been in his head though. He had not played with a boy since his own youth. For Ben, the thought of it was erotic. Actually doing it… he felt not worth the risk.

Time changes all people. For better or for worse, that is all opinion. Some would say that a grown man having sex with a child is wrong. Some would argue it depends on context. The law says it's always wrong. So, to stay safe from jail and being labeled something negative, Ben remained a closeted boy lover. In his fantasies though, there were many times he secretly lusted over a boy at the supermarket, or when he went to check out the local high school football or baseball games. He always wanted to be a fly on the wall in the locker room. He always dreamed, and he wrote.

Down the street was a family, Mr. and Mrs. Franka. Years ago they had moved in; a busy power couple, both pursuing their own career path. Both hard workers. Eventually Mrs. Franka ended up pregnant and had to make a choice. Abort the child or the career. As far as Ben was concerned she made the right decision. It became more and more apparent, each passing year the boy grew, that they had made the right decision. Finian was now twelve years old, the age group Ben lusted for the most. The age when Ben had started being curious about his own penis; wondered what it was for and why it got stiff. At that age, in Ben's time, answers came through the grapevine, from friends. The internet didn't exist and the library was too educational. Ben was interested in the fun his penis could provide, not the functions.

The boy, Finian, had become his own person and he adopted his parents work ethic. In school he worked hard, well, school came easy. This gave him time to work for real, under the table of course. He came to Ben several times offering to mow his lawn for a small fee. Ben declined each time for several reasons. The boy was way too attractive, Ben feared having him so close. And he didn't want the boy to get hurt, some sort of mower mishap. Finian didn't give up though. Each time he offered Ben a new service, taking his garbage out, cleaning his house, washing his car. Each time, broken-hearted, Ben would decline. Finian would walk away with his head down, upset over the rejection. Immediately after the door was closed Ben would go to his room, take off his clothes and replay the boy's voice in his head. Over the last five moths the boy had come by eight times trying to make a little money. Ben wanked to the image in his head. Changing the dialogue and creating a fantasy.

The door bell rang. Ben went to answer it. When he opened the door it was Finian.

"Mr. Winchell, I know you have told me no a lot. But I want a job to start saving money."

Ben thought his desires were obvious to everyone, talking to any boy always made him nervous. Talking to Finian made him especially nervous. "Young man, I'm really sorry, I don't have anything…" He trailed off. "You know what, I do have something. You know the Grocery store down the street?"

"Ya."

"Do you think you could make trips to the store for me?" Ben asked.

"I think so, it's not that far. But how would I get everything back?" Finian asked.

"You're right young man. Well, I guess I don't have anything. I'm really sorry," Ben replied and started closing the door.

Finian dropped his head in defeat and walked home once again. He thought about ways he could help Mr. Winchell and it dawned on him. His parents each had a bike, and they also had a trailer that Finian used to ride in. Bingo, he could mount that to his bike and use the trailer. With new excitement he got to work removing the bracket from his dad's bike and putting it on his own. Finian returned to Ben's house to show him the solution.

Ben's doorbell rang, second time today. It never rang this much except on Halloween. Ben was in the middle of his jerk session when he was interrupted. Frustrated he pulled his underwear and pants back up. His erection was obvious. He stretched his shirt to cover it and opened the door. Ben was surprised to see the boy, Finian, at the door again.

"I figured it out Mr. Winchell!" Finian smiled and showed him the bike. Finian also noticed how big Mr. Winchell's crotch was. He knew that Mr. Winchell had an erection but didn't point it out. Finian got embarrassed with his and thought Mr. Winchell might as well.

Ben walked out and inspected the bike and trailer. Smart kid, he thought to himself. "Nice solution," Ben commented.

Finian kept stealing glances at Mr. Winchell's crotch when he wasn't looking. "Thank you. So do you think I can help you now? Help pick up your shopping?"

Ben thought it over. "Bring your mother by so she and I can talk."

Ben retreated back into his house and closed the door. Finian biked home and ran inside.

"Mom, mom, mom…" he yelled with excitement. She didn't answer. "MOOOOOOM!" He yelled throughout the house.

"I'm upstairs honey." She yelled down. "You know how I feel about yelling in the house."

"You just yelled back at me." he said entering her room.

"Fin, you know what I mean," she reminded him.

"Mom, Mr. Winchell said I can do weekly grocery shopping for him. He said he'd pay me but wants to talk to you first. Can you come talk to him please?" Fin grabbed her hand trying to pull her away from the laundry she was folding.

"Easy honey. Let me finish this first then we will pay him a visit. Oh, and I need to talk to you about something very important," she told him.

"Ugh, come on mom. I want to do this. Can you fold this later?" Fin begged.

"When I'm done. I don't like wrinkles, you know that. And, have you had lunch today?"

"I'll eat later mom. I want you to talk to Mr. Winchell before he changes his mind," Fin kept begging.

"Go eat. And clean up your dishes, then we need to talk. Only after that, we will go," she assured him.

Fin went downstairs and grabbed some leftovers from the fridge. He ate at the kitchen table and sat impatiently until his mother came down.

"Clean your dishes," she reminded him.

With a huff he washed the plate and glass and put them in the dish strainer. "Can we go now mom?"

"As I mentioned upstairs, we need to talk," she reminded him.

Fin sighed and sat back in his chair. His mother droned on about him being old enough to be on his own for short spells. That she was confident he would be okay for a few hours after school alone at home. That she was going to start a new business. That she needed to find someone for him to be with during the day in the summer. Fin ignored most of it, too excited to get back to Mr. Winchell's house.

"Can we go now mom?" he asked again.

"Yes honey." And they went to Mr. Winchell's house.

Ben opened the door, the third bell ring today. He was once again annoyed until he saw who was there. Mrs. Franka and her handsome son. "Hello," he greeted them with a smile. He opened the door wide and let them in.

He offered them to sit on the couch and asked if they wanted a drink. Both refused.

"Mr. Winchell, I'm Rebecca Franka." She offered a hand.

He took hold and shook. "Please call me Ben."

"Ben, apparently my son has been pestering you and you two have finally found a solution," Rebecca started.

"Yes ma'am. I believe we have," Ben agreed.

"Oh, please, Rebecca. Anyway, I must apologize for his persistence. My husband and I have taught him that he needs to earn on his own. At home he earns an allowance but he wants more. He has been all over the neighborhood trying to find odd jobs and everyone else has been telling him no as well."

Ben's heart sank.

"But, if he can help you out that would be wonderful," she continued.

"I would love to. Your boy is…" Ben paused to reword, thinking his word choice was too revealing. "I mean, I strongly dislike shopping. If Finian is willing to do this for me I would appreciate it. It would be a win-win for both of us." Deep down he was lusting for the boy and just wanted to see him naked. Ben scolded himself for making the boy just a piece of meat.

The arrangement was simple and agreed upon. Tomorrow, Ben would have the first list of items for Fin to pick up. Rebecca and Fin returned home. Ben practically ran to his bedroom. He didn't waste time fully removing his clothes, just enough to get to his raging hard-on. When finished, he took his now soiled shirt off and threw it in the hamper.

The next day arrived. Fin was at Ben's house just before noon. Ben gave the boy the list and his credit card and sent him to the store. Obviously horny again, he decided to wait until after the groceries were delivered to take care of business. He didn't want to get interrupted.

This arrangement carried on for a few weeks. At some point Fin started coming in and helping put the groceries away. Ben was okay with it. He was becoming more and more comfortable around the boy. His lust hadn't faded, but he trusted in his ability to control himself.

One day Fin needed to use the bathroom and asked politely. Ben told him where it was and left Fin to his business. Fin seemed to be taking a while, pooping, Ben figured and continued with putting the groceries away. When Fin returned, he had a green three ring binder in his hand. Ben saw it and froze. His heart stopped and chest tightened. This was the binder of all his lewd fantasies. Stories he had written about boys in town and boys he's made up. One of the stories in there was about Fin. Ben had forgotten he left it in the bathroom and now his whole world, his deepest secret was in Fin's hand. Every worst possible outcome ran through Ben's head; jail, raped in jail, labeled a pedophile for the rest of his life.

"What is this?" Fin asked.

"Did you look in it?"

Fin felt a little ashamed that he did, but he was curious. His head sank, "Yes."

FUCK!, screamed in Ben's head. How to proceed, how to explain. Or, get the boy out of his house and never talk to him again. Ben's mind was racing. Scenarios and options, when he was interrupted.

"Mr. Winchell?" Fin was still staring at his shoes. "I won't tell anyone about this."

Ben's mind froze when he heard those words. The boy won't tell anyone. he repeated in his head. Silence hung between them for what felt like an eternity.

"Mr. Winchell?," Fin this time was looking at him. Ben returned the stare. "I know what this is, I have seen stuff like this online."

Ben was a little confused. Had Fin been reading pornographic stories or pedophilia stories? He managed to ask, just barely, "What do you mean?"

"Stories about boys and men having sex," Fin explained.

Ben was shocked and surprised. What on earth does Fin look up online? A question Ben dared not ask.

"Fin, come sit." Ben knew he had to talk to the boy about this. Fin put the binder on the kitchen table and they sat on the couch. "Tell me what you think you understand."

"I read a couple of the stories in the binder. You are a good writer, better than the people online," Fin said.

Ben felt pride, but the feelings of fear still outweighed. "Thank you."

Fin continued. "Well, I know that technically sex between men and boys is wrong. But the way you write it, it sounds very nice. Not like other people who force boys and hurt boys. None of that is nice. I don't like reading those. I liked reading yours. I'm twelve and I know about sex. Not everything, but I know how to make myself feel good. I know how that stuff works."

Ben's mind was reeling once again, this time back to his adolescence and puberty, back to the stage Fin was currently in. Oh, to be a boy on the path of self-discovery again! Life doesn't work that way though. Ben felt a bit more at ease, but not totally. He'd probably never feel totally at ease again. His secret was out, to a boy, in his neighborhood. This could become a disaster. But Ben for some reason felt that was not going to be the case.

The two talked and Fin was okay with what Ben wrote about. He hoped perhaps this might just fade slowly over time and that it could eventually be forgotten. But, Fin said something that put that hope out of Ben's mind and made his heart stop once again.

"Do you really want to do those things with me?" Fin asked.

Ben realized Fin read the story written about him and knew it was too late to lie.

"These are fantasies Fin. Would I like to live them? Yes, but I can't. It's against the law."

"Yes, but if you had the chance, if it wasn't against the law, would you?"

"Only if you wanted to," Ben replied.

"Okay," Fin responded. "I have to go now." He stood and left Ben's house.

Ben didn't masturbate that night. Rather he drank, something he rarely did, and went to sleep as soon as he could.

The next weekend Fin came back for his weekly errands. He was chipper and happy like the discovery of last weekend didn't happen. Ben on the other hand was still scared out of his mind. Fin just walked in when Ben opened the door, not what the man had expected. Ben had thought the boy would be afraid of him and never come back.

"Hello Mr. Winchell!"

"Hello Fin," Ben responded.

"You have your list today?"

"Fin. Stop." Ben sat at the table in the kitchen. Fin followed. "Listen, last weekend…"

Fin interrupted. "It's okay Mr. Winchell. I promise."

"I need more than that Fin. I need to understand why it's all okay to you." Ben dug a little.

"Because, I'm a horny almost teen. Because your stories were nicer than the ones I read online. I like other boys Mr. Winchell, you are the only person I know I can talk to about it now. We both have secrets. Yours is safe with me and mine will be safe with you," Fin explained.

Holy shit, this cute boy is gay! Ben thought.

"Okay, well whatever you need, you let me know." Ben felt a bit better.

"Of course," Fin told him. He got up, grabbed the list from the counter and announced his departure.

Ben moved to the couch and sat. The boy was okay with Ben's desires. Fin liked other boys. For the first time in a week Ben felt some arousal in his groin. Still not ready to get back to masturbation, but he was happy that the excitement was overcoming the worry. Fin was back before Ben knew it. Bursting through the door with an armful of groceries. Ben came to help just like the weekends before, they put things away together. Before Fin left he brought a folder with papers inside and handed it to Ben.

"I wrote something too." Fin handed it to Ben then picked up the pay for the grocery shopping and headed home.

Chapter 2

Ben grabbed something to drink and a snack and returned to the couch. He opened the folder and found a typed story. He started reading and realized that the story was written in the first person, and there was a character named Ben. Mr. Ben W. Coincidence?

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Fin's Story:

It was a hot day. I decided to go to the community swimming pool to cool off and hoped to find myself a piece of ass. I may be young, 13, but I love to fuck other boys. I'm not sure where the desire to be different came from and I'm not ashamed of it. So, why not find willing participants when I can. My young body had a desire to breed, best part I'll never get a girl pregnant by accident.

I biked to the pool, locked it up and went in. It wasn't busy yet. I found a lounge chair and put my stuff down. I'm a fag, so I wear a speedo to show off my boy parts and to advertise my preference. Men hit on me a lot, even the straight married ones. I tell them I'm a strict top and most are turned off by this. These so-called men, just want to use my hard boy body as a sex toy. I can't really blame them; I play that game with other boys.

Not many boys around today, pretty unusual. I enjoyed the hot sun and cool water, hoping that someone would come around so I can get off. I hate doing it alone, jerking off. My cousin showed me how to masturbate when I was 11. Back then I had dry orgasms and loved the hell out of them. About a year later I started actually cumming. It was messy, still is obviously. But rather than using my own hand to get it out of me, I like using a boy's mouth or ass. That way the mess is contained inside them and I feel great.

Hours passed and I was losing hope in getting laid. I slide into the pool one last time to cool down when I noticed a man staring at me, it was Mr. Ben. He owned the corner store in town. Secretly sold condoms to minors so they could get laid and stay safe. Since I wasn't going to get laid I decided to toy with the man. I swam around watching him watch me. I saw him sneak brushes at his crotch a few times and knew for sure he was a pedo. I got out of the water near him so he could see my wet hard body, my tight speedo, and the outline of what was underneath; both front and back. After I gave him a nice good look, I started walking to the changing rooms making sure to look back at him a little too long. In the locker room I sat on a bench and waited. Moments later the door opened and I knew it was him. He walked through, I knew he was looking for me, but I don't think he expected me to be waiting for him. He walked past the row of lockers I was sitting between and winked as he did, then headed to the showers. The showers were separated like toilet stalls, semi private, not that we needed any, the pool had been dead all day.

He turned the water on and I took the bait. I knocked on the stall and he opened it. I slipped in. I looked him in the eye and told him straight up, "I'm a top."

Mr. Ben sank to his knees and pulled my suit down without hesitation. My dick was soft, I'm not into men, I was just going to fuck with this guy. Looks like now I have to fuck this guy. I have a bit of pubes growing. It's a thick line across the top of my dick. I love it. Glad I got hair and my dick is growing. May not be big yet, but it's bigger than last year. I've been measuring. My friend Kyle has the biggest of my friends, he's just over 6" already. I'm at 5". Randy is the smallest 3" hard, poor kid. I don't make fun of him, he's got a really nice one. His parents didn't get him cut as a baby, so he's got the skin. He's lucky.

Anyway, Mr. Ben took my dick into his mouth without hesitation and started sucking me. Even though I wasn't into men my dick got hard. It didn't take long for me to almost blow my load. That wasn't happening, not in his mouth anyway. I pulled away from him. He looked up at me surprised. I pulled him up standing and pulled his shorts down. I've never seen a man's dick in real life. I found them kind of gross all big and wrinkly and hairy. But, I was becoming a man, so I better start liking them. Can't fuck boys all my life. Mr. Ben was hard as a rock. His dick was actually really nice. Probably the same size as Kyle's but way more hair. I was horny and I went for it. Took it into my mouth and sucked the head. I slid a little further with each stroke of my mouth on his tool. After a few more I took it all the way to the base. Mr. Ben gasped. Bet he didn't think I could deep throat. Thanks to Kyle, I could take this dick all the way down. I sucked him for a while, until my arousal wore off. I put my hands between Mr. Ben's legs and pushed them apart. He complied giving me better access to his ass. I pulled off his dick and wet my fingers with saliva. I pushed one in, he groaned. I pushed a second in. He could take two fingers easy. He probably takes huge cock daily, so my fingers and my boy dick won't be a problem.

I pull off his cock and push him back down on mine to get it lubed up. Once it was wet, I push him onto all fours and got behind him. He was too tall for me to be on my knees so I squat and line up with his hairy ass. The pucker is smooth, and I find my mark easily. I push and in I go, to the hilt no problem. Mr. Ben sighs as I push in. He loves this. Who'd have thought Mr. Ben is a sissy little bottom? The thought made my hips move. In and out I slid my dick. In and out he moaned with each stroke. I was loving this too. Topping another boy is amazing. But to have this power over a man; even though they are not sexually attractive, fucking a man, making him my bitch, was even better. I had to slow down, I was about to cum and I was only about ten strokes in. I couldn't let Mr. Ben think I was a quick cumming sissy. I had to prove I was more of a man than he was. I slowed down fucking him like a passionate man and his wife. This still didn't work. The orgasm built, that magical distant feeling of pleasure getting closer and closer, congregating at my groin. I shoved my dick into him, pubic bone to tail bone and shot. It was powerful and my legs gave up. I collapsed to the floor sitting behind that man ass still up in the air. My cum started leaking out of him. That was a sight that I'll never forget. I just bred my first grown man, and he's not going to be my last. Mr. Ben reached under and scooped the cum and brought it to his mouth. He licked it off then went for more. I stood when my legs would let me and left the stall. Left him to bask in the glory I just gave him. I gathered my stuff and headed home.

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Ben jerked himself off cumming twice while reading the story. Fin was quite the horny preteen and had written a story about the two of them having bathroom sex. Just up the street there really was a public pool. Fin had mentioned going there a lot to swim, although he didn't believe he wore a speedo. Ben wondered if the story was a combination of him and another man Fin saw at the pool or if it was all made up. Either way, Ben had an inkling that Fin might be into him as well as boys. Time would tell, Ben still didn't have the courage to ask.

Over the next week the story was used for the daily sessions alone in his room, or on the couch, or in the bathroom. He took to his computer and wrote more of his own stories. His penis was sore from all the jerking. He made a mental note to find a different way to masturbate if he was going to do it so much.

The next weekend Fin came to do his weekly shopping. This time he was gone longer than usual. Ben figured the store was busy and paid no mind. He stuck to his weekly chores and cleaned the house. He was in the bedroom making his bed when he heard the door open. Fin came in with the groceries and put them in the kitchen. As Ben was coming down the stairs, he saw Fin racing to the bathroom trying to hide a bag. Moments later Fin came out.

"That was fast." Ben said, suspicious but he didn't probe.

"Had to pee and we have cold stuff to put away," Fin said.

They put everything away and Fin blurted, "You bought me a gift, thank you!" and he ran to the bathroom.

Confused Ben waited for Fin to re-emerge. Fin came out, Ben noticed nothing different.

"What did I buy for you?" he asked.

"Sit on the couch," Fin told him. Ben did.

"Close your eyes." Ben did.

What in the hell is this boy doing? Ben asked himself. He heard some rustling, the familiar sound of clothes being removed. His groin answered with that familiar feeling of an erection starting. Oh no, stop. No, no, no! Ben thought.

"Okay, open them!" Fin announced.

Ben opened and there was Fin, in nothing but a Speedo, the competition brief. His eyes went from Fin's face straight to his crotch, then he slowly scanned the rest of his body. Spectacular barely began do describe it. The boy was beautiful and without his clothes he was magnificent. The Greeks would have carved a likeness of him for sure. Fin may not have had the grossly chiseled muscles, but adequate for his age. The signs of boy to man were apparent. Very little if any fat, the definition of pecs and abs. That all too desired "V" that points to the promised land below. Legs that were firm and strong from the look. Ben's desires to touch, himself and the boy, were almost unbearable. This arousal went from an ember to a forest fire. Ben's penis was battling his pants and underwear for freedom and the eventual relief so it could hibernate once again.

"I bought that for you?" Ben asked, trying to hide his straining erection.

"Well sort of," Fin answered. "If it's too much, if I shouldn't have, I'll pay you back."

"Fin, I love it. I hope you wear it to the pool!" Ben chuckled at the thought. He had always seen this boy as shy. Borderline introverted and very quiet. This was a bold move and he didn't want to crush the boy. That would have been unnecessary anyway, Fin looked like a dish in that swimwear.

"You like it?" Fin asked, almost begging for reassurance.

"You look amazing," Ben downplayed it a little. In reality he couldn't wait for Fin to leave so he could have a good wank session. The vigor was back.

"Great! And thank you!" Fin smiled and ran over to give Ben a hug. This was the first physical contact between the two and they both felt the jolt. The emotional equivalent to a static shock. Their souls were in love, their minds were struggling with the complications. They both knew that this was not socially acceptable even though mans' laws could never dictate nature's intent.

Fin's excitement overtook his thoughts. "I better leave it here so my parents don't find it and question."

He stood and took the suit off and threw it to Ben. There it was, that part of the human anatomy that was the most forbidden fruit. Fin's penis dangled only feet from Ben. He got a good look, a mental image that would be burned in his brain for some time. Mostly hairless, some sprouts at the base. He was uncut, not what Ben had ever imagined, especially after reading that story. He expected Fin's self-description to me accurate. Apparently, the boy had a good imagination too! Fin realized what he had done, giggled and ran to the bathroom. Once out of sight, Ben rearranged his penis and let his mind replay the last few minutes.

Fin was back in a flash and thankfully, for Ben's self-control, back in regular clothes. Ben since growing up had only seen boys nude in magazines and online. This first time in real life, so close he could have reached out and touched every part of that boy, was unbelievable. Even so soon, he wondered if that really had happened. Of course, it did and they were both shocked but okay with it.

"Time to go!" Fin announced but took it one step further. He raced at Ben quickly, Ben expected another hug, but Fin pecked him on the cheek. Their eyes met for a brief moment. In that look Fin thanked Ben for the suit, Ben thanked Fin for everything. Fin disappeared for another week.

During that week, Ben nearly broke his dick. By Wednesday it was swollen from the furious masturbation. Some would say obsessive masturbation. Ben iced it down and decided not to touch himself for the rest of the week. That was a pointless thought. He still played with himself compulsively, thinking of Fin.

The next weekend felt like it took a month to arrive. Fin came over but this time with a companion, his mother. Ben once again died inside, thinking Fin slipped and said something about Ben's affinity for boys, or the swimsuit or the fact that Fin was naked in his house.

"Hello Ben," she greeted with a smile and a hug. This restarted his heart. If she were there for any of those previous thoughts, a hug would not have been the greeting, a knife maybe, but not a hug.

"Hello Rebecca." Ben greeted still a bit nervous.

"Listen, I have a huge favor to ask," she said. "Fin's dad, Charlie, and I. Our anniversary is next week. I know this is short notice, but I want to surprise him with a trip to Chile so he can go skiing. Here's the bad part. I have already made all the arrangements, but the catch is, the sitter for Fin canceled. I am in a dire straight here and really could use your help."

"You want me to watch Fin for a week?" Ben asked.

"If you were able to I would greatly appreciate it. The boy can't stop talking about you when he's home. That tells me you are a great person. He even brought you up when I was trying to figure out what to do."

Ben was flattered and wondered deeply if this was some sort of ploy the boy had created.

"Of course I can watch him."

"Oh dear lord, you just saved my hide!" Rebecca gave him a hug and left the two to go about their day.

Fin was head over heels with excitement. He couldn't believe he was going to spend a week with Ben. His waking hours not occupied with school or his parents were used to try to figure out a way to be around Ben. Fin was starting to become more attracted to Ben. He was also gay and liked boys. This might be a good person to ask questions and learn from. Ben had been Fin's target for some time, and even more so after he discovered the binder of stories.

Fin could barely hold in his excitement. Ben had mixed feelings. Of course he was excited to have the boy for a week, but he also wondered how he was going to control his libido, not being able to masturbate whenever he felt like it. That weekend was uneventful, unlike the last. Fin did his work and returned home. The following weekend marked the start of a week long stint.

Ben's shopping list for Fin was much longer this time. Fin looked at all the items and wondered if he could fit everything in his bike trailer. At the store he found that he couldn't. He had to make two trips to the market. Fin demanded, in a fun manner, to get paid double. Ben, refused in the same playful manner, but in the end paid him what he was due for making the two trips.

The two settled onto the couch after dinner and watched a movie. Ben let Fin decide, and Fin picked a really cheesy action flick. The movie and its name were so obscure Ben couldn't even remember it. After the movie, Ben had Fin take a shower and brush his teeth. He tucked him into the guest bedroom and wished him a good night. Fin pulled the blankets up tight and tried to fall asleep. New place, new sounds, new fears of the night.

Ben took his own shower and got ready for bed. He slipped into some undies and crawled into bed. He fell asleep quickly with thoughts of Fin in his house. The boy was magic, Ben loved having him here. Seven whole days… Ben was out. Sometime in the night Fin woke and didn't recognize his surroundings. He shrieked, waking Ben. Ben also temporarily forgetting Fin was there jumped out of slumber confused. He remembered and quickly ran to Fin's aide.

"You okay?" Ben sat on the bed and rubbed Fin through the blankets.

"I… I forgot I was here. Woke up and didn't know where I was. I was scared." Fin replied.

"That's understandable. You okay now?" Ben asked.

"Ya, I'm okay."

Ben rose and started leaving the room. "Ben? I mean Mr. Winchell?"

Ben stopped and turned. "It's okay to call me Ben. What is it?"

"Will you sleep in here? Or can I sleep with you?"

Ben contemplated. "Let me put some pants on."

"You can sleep like that. We're just sleeping," Fin argued.

Ben once again contemplated. He stood in the doorway, then walked back to the bed and climbed in next to Fin. Fin slid back until they were spooning and pulled Ben's arm around him.

"Thank you," he whispered.

"You're welcome," Ben whispered back.

It felt good for both of them to be combined like that. Little Fin fitted comfortably into the folds of Ben's limbs. In minutes Fin's breathing indicated sleep. Ben reveled in the joy of holding the boy. To his surprise, he didn't' get hard. This didn't make him feel horny, it made him feel whole.

The two slept through the night. By morning Fin had stolen the blankets and was sleeping diagonally across the bed. Ben had been pushed to a corner where he lay in a ball trying to keep warm. They woke, Ben followed by Fin. Ben had gone to the kitchen and started breakfast before Fin came out sleepy eyed, shuffling his feet across the carpet. He came into the kitchen and hugged Ben.

"Thank you," he said again.

"You're welcome," Ben replied. "How do you like your eggs?"

"Eggs!" Fin made a face.

"How do you like your cereal?" Ben asked.

"You have milk? I like my cereal with milk."

"You're the one who picks up my groceries!" Ben laughed.

Apparently, Fin was not a morning person.

Ben took a bowl from the cabinet and a box of cereal from the pantry and placed them on the counter.

"Spoon?"

Ben took the spoon out of the drawer and handed it to Fin. Ben got another hug and felt he could get used to this! Fin poured the bowl of cereal and took it to the table. He sat and waited for Ben with his eggs, bacon, and toast. They sat and ate in silence.

After breakfast Fin cleaned the kitchen while Ben worked on his computer.

Fin came over curiously, "What you doing?"

"Working." Ben replied.

Fin stared at the screen and started reading. He realized it was a story that Ben was writing. Fin continued and discovered it was a dirty story, like the ones in the green binder.

"This is what you do for work?" Fin asked.

"Yes." Ben replied.

"You get paid for this?"

"Yes. There are some people out there that pay me to write stories for them."

"Wow." Fin was quiet for a little while. "What about the one about me?"

Ben stopped. "What about it?"

"Did you sell that one?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"It was a personal story."

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean," Ben explained, "is that the stories I write. They are fictional stories with fictional characters. Sometimes the client wants me to use their name and description to make it more real for them. The story about you, while it is fictional, you are not. I have admired you from a distance for many years Fin. I find you to be beautiful, not something I would share with the world. You are too personal to me." Ben went back to writing.

"Would you do those things with me?"

Ben clicked the save button and turned away from the computer. "In my mind I have. You are a passion of mine. That may sound creepy, but I would never harm you. You are a great kid, the more I get to know you, the more I love you. Love does not mean sex and sex does not mean love. The stories you read, where men hurt children; most of those are also fiction. But there are men that do hurt boys like you and I find it repulsive. I never want to be like that and I never want to be categorized with those men. I guess in all honesty, Fin, I don't know. There is an internal struggle that I have with my desires and the consequences of acting them out. That is why I write. I get to live the actions in my mind without the consequences. Bottom line, I would never hurt you or any other boy."

They were silent for some time.

"But if I said you could, you wouldn't be hurting me," Fin responded.

"Maybe not. But the law and society don't see it that way. I understand what you are trying to say Fin. But it's not that simple," Ben explained.

With a look of disappointment Fin went to the couch and turned on the television. Ben returned to his work but found his creative spark was lost. He got up from the computer and joined Fin in front of the television. Ben sat in his favorite chair and zoned out on the silly cartoon Fin was watching. He was brought back into reality when Fin plopped down next to him and snuggled up, continuing to watch the show.

When it ended Fin jumped up. "Can I read more of your stories?"

Ben nodded and retrieved the green binder and handed it to Fin. Ben then went back to his work.

Hours passed and Ben's stomach indicated it was time for lunch. He went to the kitchen and made a couple of sandwiches and poured some juice. He left a plate and glass on the table near Fin. He also noticed Fin was rock hard as he read. This made Ben happy. Ben ate and watched Fin, who was too engrossed to notice. His hand went to his crotch and rubbed several times while he turned the pages. When Fin finished his current story he jumped up and ran.

"Where you going?" Ben called out.

"Ah, gotta go!" Fin called back.

Ben knew exactly what was happening. "Grab a towel from the hall closet."

Ben heard the bedroom door close but not the closet. He got up and grabbed a towel from the closet then opened the bedroom door just enough to get his arm through. There was a shriek from the room.

"Here," he said through the door. He felt the towel pulled from his hand and he closed the door.

A few minutes later Fin emerged.

"You must have liked the story!" Ben joked.

Fin's face turned red with embarrassment.

Fin mumbled something under his breath and started eating the sandwich.

"What was that young man?" Ben asked, thinking he knew what was said.

Fin swallowed and announced with no shame, "I wish I didn't have to do it myself!" and took another bite.

Ben wished the same, but knew it was all for the best. He got up and went to Fin. "You know I can't."

Fin wasn't having it. He playfully ignored Ben. Ben took the sandwich then picked Fin up and threw him on the couch. He tickled Fin causing him to laugh uncontrollably.

"Stop!" Fin shirked. Ben was relentless. "Please, I'm gonna pee myself!"

Ben thought he was joking to get out of the torture and continued.

"Seriously!" Fin yelled in between giggles. Ben kept at it.

Fin warned and begged and finally it happened. His pants started to darken at his crotch.

Ben stopped. "Aww, sorry."

Fin didn't look happy, he looked embarrassed. To make him feel it was no big deal, Ben kept tickling and Fin emptied his bladder.

"See!" Fin explaimed.

"It's just pee," Ben stated.

"Ewww!" Fin was grossed out. He went to the bathroom and showered then put on fresh clothing.

Guess he hasn't read that story yet! Ben thought with amusement. In his green binder there was a story about a man who liked being urinated on by boys. Ben thought it was a great story, but it didn't seem like Fin would enjoy it.

Chapter 3

Ben apologized when Fin returned, but Fin pounced and tickled him back. Ben didn't pee himself, but it was one hell of a tickle fight. The two had on and off fun all day until dinner. Ben ordered pizza, being too lazy to cook. They ate and watched another movie for the evening. When bedtime rolled around Fin decided he was going to sleep in Ben's room. Ben put on PJ's this time, but Fin objected. Fin stripped to his undies and demanded Ben do the same. Fin was still wearing a cute boy print with the fly in front. Ben appreciated them and stripped to his boxer briefs. Fin shook his head and asked where the underwear drawer was. Ben said no, but Fin started looking anyway. When he found it he rooted through the drawer for a pair he liked. He decided on a pair of green briefs. Ben went to the bathroom and changed. Fin gave him a whistle when he emerged. They settled into the bed and slipped into sleep.

In the night Fin woke. He was wide awake while Ben still slept. He really wanted to get Ben to be sexual with him. He poked Ben and Ben didn't move. Fin tried again, nothing. Fin decided he was going to explore on his own then. He moved away from Ben and put his hand in Ben's underwear. He felt the soft and hairy man penis. The penis felt the hand and responded. Slowly Ben started getting hard and Fin continued to play. He had some sexual knowledge, thanks to his cousin and started giving Ben a hand job. It was nice to do this for Ben, but Fin didn't like that Ben wasn't awake to let him know how good it felt. Fin stopped and rolled back over. He scooted back against Ben feeling his erection against his butt. Fin really liked that and started rubbing up and down on Ben. Eventually Ben woke and found what was happening.

"Fin," he said in a stern voice.

"Please Ben," Fin practically begged. He moved away from Ben and turned over facing him.

"We talked about this."

"I will never tell."

"That doesn't matter. It is wrong."

"If it's so wrong, why do you write about it? If it's wrong, why do you want it?"

Ben stared at Fin in the faint light. Tears started to flow from Fin's eyes. Fin honestly wants this. Ben thought to himself.

Ben put his hand on the back of Fin's neck and pulled him closer. They were inches apart; they could feel each other's breath. Fin moved in and their lips met. They danced that awkward first kiss dance. After a few attempts their mouths found the proper rhythm. Fin got hard; Ben was already hard. Their bodies met, hands moved over flesh, lips and tongues intertwined. The two became one in the heat of passion. A man and a boy finding comfort in the carnal. Fin's hands found Ben's underwear and peeled it back. Ben let those hands explore his manhood, the rigid yet soft, dynamic body part meant for breeding, meant for pleasure. The boy's hands were experienced and knew where to grab, where to rub, where to squeeze. Ben closed his eyes and let the boy play. He lost himself in the feelings of the boy's hands on his most private part.

Soon he was shocked with a new feeling, warmer than hands and much more moist. Ben knew that Fin had slid down and now had his mouth over his penis. Ben inhaled sharply with the unexpected change but did not object. Ben allowed the boy to play and explore. His tongue was as experienced as his hands. The boy has played with someone or many others before.

Any Men? Ben wondered, but that didn't last long. The feeling was too good, bringing him to orgasm much too quickly. Ben gently grabbed the sides of Fin's head and pulled him back face to face. They kissed again, Fin tasted of Ben's cock and Ben liked it.

It was Ben's turn, after all in Ben's mind it had always been his role to serve the boy in whatever he imagined happening. He got under the sheets. Fin's fingers wove into Ben's hair and guided his mouth to the correct spot. Ben easily found the hardness eager for attention.

Ben opened and received the most precious gift a boy can give, his innocence. Ben knew it wasn't real virginity, he knew that Fin's penis has been in the mouths of others. He didn't doubt that Fin had also mounted other boys. Fin's size was perfect for his age, he was still smooth and slightly larger than a boy. He was still intact, a thin foreskin that covered his erect penis and slid back easily revealing his sensitive and soft head.

Fin let out a soft moan with the feeling on his penis. His hands still laced in Ben's hair pulled when the pleasure intensified and relaxed as the pleasure waned. The boy's soft moans sounded delightful to Ben. Ben was still in a state of ecstasy even though no one was touching his erection. Moments before his orgasm, Fin was able to pull Ben away.

Too soon, Fin thought to himself. He wanted this first session to last. He pulled Ben up, face to face again. The boy was now on top grinding himself into Ben as they kissed. Ben felt the boy's erection sliding up and down his stomach. The boy was moaning into his mouth, Ben focused on the boy's pleasure.

Fin pulled back, "Can I?"

"What?" Ben asked confused.

"Enter you?" Fin clarified.

Ben was distracted by the mature word choice. He expected the normal boy "hump" or slightly more vulgar "screw" or "fuck". Ben nodded and rolled to the side of the bed. He pulled out a bottle of lubricant and a small condom and let the boy get himself ready. Ben knew that taking Fin would be easy, he was not that big.

Fin lubed himself and Ben, inserting a finger, then two like a gentleman should. Ben knew that Fin had indeed done this before. There was no innocence in this beautiful young man, testosterone had already turned him into a sex craving animal. This happened to all boys, some control it better than others. This boy had had Ben fooled. He thought Fin was an angel, but now knew the sex devil he was. Fin climbed on top of Ben and tried to find his mark.

It was a challenge at first, Ben helped guide him. When the stars were aligned, nature took its course. The body instinctively knows what to do. It doesn't care if it's entering a mouth, a vagina, or an anus, the body knows. Fin moved his hips, forward and back. This pushed him into Ben and pulled him out. The feeling was amazing for both.

This wasn't a cheap bathroom fuck, this was more along the lines of "making love". The emotion may not have been in the room, but the motions were equivalent. No violence, not porn style belittling or vulgar language. No words were spoken. Body language and primal grunts were all. Both man and boy enjoying the physical pleasure from the nerve endings in the skin to the depths of the elusive soul.

It didn't take much time for Fin to moan out a developing orgasm. His hips moved a bit faster until that deep dive. The primordial push for insemination. He held and let the spasms radiate from his groin and from his anus through the tips of fingers and toes. His body shook slightly, then he laid himself down on Ben's back to recover. Ben enjoyed the warm weight of the boy laying on him. When the pleasure subsided Fin pulled out and rolled off next to Ben. Ben turned to face the boy that had just made love to him and stared at his sweaty face. Hair mussed sticking to his forehead, but still the face of a boy angel. Fin removed the condom and put it on the nightstand. He'd never used one before, but it was pretty self-explanatory.

Fin opened his eyes to find Ben staring at him. Fin smiled, Ben returned the smile.

"Your turn." Fin told him. He rolled over and grabbed another condom from the drawer giving it to Ben.

Internally Ben struggled with this. He believed he had a higher standard than the typical man. He believed it to be wrong to penetrate a boy. But what if that was what the boy wants? What if that was the boy's desire? Then what? Deny him his pleasure? Ben believed there was a difference between a boy lover and a pedophile. Truth is they are one and the same. Ben was realizing that, but the difference was how the men treated the boys.

There is animalistic and there is humane. Ben preferred humane, they are not pieces of meat, they are beautiful creatures that need guidance to become good humans. Ben in that moment changed his opinion, not based on sexual pleasure, but on the ethics of making a boy happy. To make this boy happy he wanted to make Ben feel good like Ben had made him.

Ben opened the package and rolled the condom on. He lubed himself then lowered his mouth to the boy's anus. He licked and tongued knowing the boy would enjoy the feeling. Viewed as dirty by some, others know the erotic feelings evoked from a tongue on the anal opening. Fin writhed with pleasure. His moans similar to those brought by his orgasm less than ten minutes earlier. Ben fingered and loosened the boy, knowing how important this was. He mounted and slowly entered. Fin exhaled a long sigh as the man filled him, as if Ben's penis was pushing the air out of the boy. One slow slide, penetrating all the way. Ben's pubes rested on Fin's cheeks. Ben allowed a moment of adjustment, withdrew and sank down once again. The motions were slow and deliberate. Fin pushed back on the man, practically begging for more, faster, harder. The boy that had seemed frail was more about that animalistic nature.

Breed me proper! the boy seemed to demand. Ben took notice and picked up the pace. He pushed harder and deeper. This became a sprint, Ben was moving fast but always mindful of Fin. The boy's grunts were of pleasure none of pain. The time inside was short but sweet for Ben. He found the orgasm and let it take over. Ben's body reacted as nature intended, and would have filled the boy's rectum if it weren't for the condom. Ben let his orgasm wash over him while he was deep in Fin. Once again that primal urge to get your seed as far inside as you can.

Both man and boy sexually satisfied, they cleaned up; showered, brushed teeth and returned to bed with a need for a deep sleep. They lay in silence.

"You're much better than my dad," Fin said.

Ben was caught off guard and had no real response to that. In the morning, there would need to be more conversation. Ben kissed the top of Fin's head and encouraged him to sleep.

The End