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Subject: What It’s Like to be Loved 4 To everyone who has reached out to me about this story-thank you! I’ve received more feedback about this series than anything that I’ve ever written. Please keep them coming, even if it’s a short sentence of encouragement, it makes a world of difference to me. I can be reached ail. Disclaimer: the following is a fictional story that contains descriptions of a sexual relationship between an adult and a minor. If it is not legal or allowed for you to read, please move along. Please donate to the Nifty archive at donate.. This is the finale of this series. I’m sad to see Mark and especially Timmy go, but I think that it’s run it’s course. If you liked this series and want to read my others, these are the fty//gay/adult-youth/a-more-perfect-union/ Love to you all, Tex What It’s Like to be Loved 4 (m/b(11-12) oral, anal) by Tex Colorado My stomach was in a knot. I just stared at Mark and I felt my vision start to blur with tears as I tried to imagine the unimaginable; life without him. He was moving, leaving me, and with my voice cracking from the crying I asked the only question, “Why?” Mark’s face softened, his concern obvious, “Oh, buddy, no,” he said, “it’s a good thing,” I sniffled and stopped crying a little. “It is?” I asked. “Yes, you can’t stay here forever either,” he said, “I talked to my brother and he thought that it made sense to split your time between here, your own house and my place,” he explained. “And it’s two bedrooms, so you’d have your own room.” I had my own room at my house whenever I wanted, I didn’t care about that, I just cared where Mark was. I calmed down a little and said the most important thing to me, “Promise?” Mark opened his arms up wide and said, “I promise, baby, I’m not leaving the most important person in the whole world.” I walked into his arms and he held me super tight. It probably seems like I cry a lot, but that’s not true. I’ve spent most of my life pretending that I didn’t care, pretending that it didn’t bother me that the other kids felt bad for me, pretending that I didn’t mind taking care of myself, pretending that I didn’t care that no one seemed to love me. I didn’t cry for any of that. I didn’t cry until I met Mark, until I felt safe. Then I did cry a lot, it was kind of like I didn’t feel like I had pretend anymore. Which is why I felt ok to keep crying while he held me, not because I was worried or upset, but because I was beyond happy, because Mark would take care of me. That things would be ok. And ok is pretty awesome when your life’s been complete shit. “Let it out, sweet boy,” Mark said as he rubbed my back gently, “let it out.” *** A lot changed the next two weeks. The first was the naughty part of our relationship. As Mark liked to say, we were off to the races: any chance to be alone we were doing something dirty. I loved doing sexy things, feeling Mark’s hands, fingers and, of course, his mouth all over my body was beyond a thrill. And I loved to do it back. Within a week, Mark said that I had become a great cocksucker. It was great to hear that as a compliment instead of an insult. And we was also getting pretty risky, I even snuck into his room at night and went down on him while he was still asleep. I couldn’t get enough of his dick. I loved to suck on it, can you believe it? Who would have known that before I met him. One of our favorite activities was to move stuff over to the new place during those two weeks. The Jordan’s would say how great it was that I was helping Mark with his things, but the trueh was that I was eager to go so that we had the freedom to mess around. I have all of these great, kinda weird, memories; Mark giving me a blowjob while I stared out the balcony window and watched the people two stories below; me doing the same to him, sucking him while he laid on the empty bedroom floor, the rough apartment carpet below my knees as I leaned over him and took as much penis as I could into my mouth. That was the first time that I tried to taste his cum, and I ended up spitting it out onto the carpet when it was too much, so we had to run and get something to clean it up. The weirdest was the first time that he licked my butt. We were putting stuff away in the bathroom and I was leaning over the tub putting shampoo and soap into the shower caddy. Then I felt Mark’s hand run up my back until he was putting pressure on my shoulders, guiding me to kneel down. “Put your hands on the tub,” he told me, then started to rub my buttcheeks through my shorts. I liked that for sure, so I pushed back against his hand and wiggled my butt around. I started to kind of purr when he pulled the back of my shorts down to free my bare cheeks to his touch. It felt amazing as he kneaded them, one in each hand. I could feel my crack spreading open when he would do that, it was a weird feeling to feel the air there. But nothing like as weird as when I felt something warm and wet press right against my butt hole! I heard Mark moan, “Mmmm,” and I felt the vibration in my body, so I knew right away what was happening. “You’re licking my butt!” I blurted out in surprise, and I felt him instantly pull away from me, my wet butthole suddenly feeling cold. “Is that ok?” he asked, “I just couldn’t resist,” he said, sounding guilty. As with lots of the things that were new, I wasn’t sure. It definitely felt weird, but I think that it was ok. It was very fast. “You can do it, i guess,” I told him, “it just seems weird.” Mark didn’t respond, he just went back at it, his tongue sliding back and forth over my hole, then he’d push hard like he was trying to go inside. “Isn’t it gross?” I asked. He stopped briefly, and I immediately didn’t like him being gone, “I like it,” he said, “you’re clean, it’s not like you’re covered in poop,” he explained, figuring out my biggest worry. “And it’s like pure boy,” he said, whatever that means, “it really turns me on.” “Well, then lick my butt!” I joked, reaching back and pulling my cheeks apart. Mark obeyed and dove back in, his tongue feeling half amazing and half like an alien was trying to do a rectal probe. The longer it went, the better it felt, and I started making noises when he put his fingers around my penis and started to pull on it while he licked. I had my chin on my hands and was staring into the tub, noticing little details; missing caulk, a broken soap holder. Like the musty basement, I was destined to be reminded of sex when I saw run-down apartment bathtubs. I was surprised when he moved his tongue and started to poke a finger at me. Not quite getting it, I yelped when his finger opened up my hole. Talk about feeling like an alien! Having something alive crawling into my butt was shocking for sure! But after all of the licking, it didn’t feel bad at all. Mark felt my shock and said, “Just let it feel good,” and I could hear him shuffling up to get on his knees. The familiar zipper followed, and when I looked over my shoulder he had his big dick out through his fly and was jerking off while he stared at my hole, his finger still sliding in and out and actually starting to feel kind of good. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, karabük escort and I could tell by the catch in his voice that he was about to cum, “your butt is so cute…so tight,” he added, his breathing heavy. After a few moments, he started to grunt and his jerking hand sounded wet so I knew that meant that his precum coated his dick. “I’m gonna cum on your butt,” he panted, “tell me to cum on your butt,” he said with a gasp. I’d played this game with him before, he loved me to tell him to cum somewhere specific; face, tummy, my own penis, “Cum on my butt,” I said, then I doubled down, “do it, spray it all over!” “Oh, god…ungh!” he grunted loudly and I felt the wet splat across my lower back and butt followed by his usual load of about fourish big spurts then trailing off. I looked over my shoulder at my back and he had left a big puddle, more than normal. Something about playing with my butthole got him really excited. Actually, it did something to me too, because after he wiped off my back and I turned around, he saw that I had a full boner, and he laid me on the cool tile and gave me the best suck ever. Some other interesting things went on during this same time. My grades were better than ever, thanks to having someone who could help me when I didn’t understand something. And, this is a biggie, my mom moved out. I had been told what was happening, and she stopped by the Jordan’s house to say goodbye, I think to check and see if I was ok. Seeing me there, she seemed ok that I would be taken care of, since there was basically no parent left at home unless my dad sobered up. I know that I hate her and all, but when she left I felt sad. It felt like my family had failed. And something else surprising happened, my dad started to take an interest in something besides a bottle of whiskey. He wasn’t sober, but he started to show up at things without being drunk. He watched a baseball game and looked proud of me. And I was happy that he was there. I even stayed at my house every once in awhile. After Mark moved, I did spend a lot of nights at his place. Most of the time we were just normal, working on stuff, playing, whatever. But the great thing was being free to do the naughty stuff. Like we’d close all of the blinds, then spend the whole day naked. The second bedroom was all mine, but I never slept there, I always stayed in Mark’s bed, a lot of the time with him holding me. The night that he moved in was the best, it was the first time that we could relax and play without worrying about someone walking in. Before we fell asleep, totally exhausted from our activities, Mark had made me get my feelings three times and I had let him cum in my mouth as a house-warming present. I think that he almost had a heart attack when I kept going when he told me he was going to cum. I’ve never heard someone make the noises that he did when he went off. It was worth the gross taste! On my twelfth birthday, I had spent the night at my own house the night before, and my dad and I had a quiet celebration that was just great. It made me sad when he opened a beer, but he stayed under control. I loved him so much, but it made me miss the security that I felt with Mark. He would do anything for me, my dad probably did too, but I ended up worrying about him more than he did about me. That night I celebrated with the Jordan’s. They made me a cake, sang, and all of that. It was so nice, really the best birthday that I’d ever had. Afterwards it was assumed that Mark and I would go to his apartment. “Tonight is all about you,” he told me on the way, smiling at me, “it’s all about making you happy.” I liked that, and when we were into it later, I laid back and just enjoyed him licking me everywhere. When he had me on my knees, my head down on the pillow while he spread apart my butt and licked me there, I started thinking about what he said; that he just wanted to make me happy. I’d started to love this part, where he licked my butthole and used his fingers to stretch me out. I would moan, I liked the feeling so much, even though it kind of hurt. And I thought, “This does make me happy.” But then I thought about it, and I realized, the thing that makes me happiest is when I can make Mark happy. And it all came together in my head; the feeling from what he was doing, wanting to please him. I realized that there was something else. “Mark?” I asked He stopped what he was doing and said, “Yeah, Timmy?” He always called me Timmy when he was excited this way. “I want you to do it,” I told him. He had never pushed, not even asked, really, but I knew that it was what he dreamed about it. “Do what?” he asked. “Do it,” I said, then I looked over my shoulder at him. His face was peeking up over my buttcheeks, the sight making me giggle. Then I smiled and said, “I want you to put it in me. That’s what I want for my birthday.” “No, you don’t have to do that,” he said right away. “I know,” I said, “I know that I don’t have to, I wouldn’t do it if I did,” then I explained, “I like when you play with my butt and I know that it’s what you want.” We had talked about this a lot, not about Mark doing it, but about anal sex. Mostly me asking questions because, as much as I liked him playing with my butt, thinking of someone having sex in there was super surprising and confusing. One time I was laying on my back with my legs pulled up while he was playing with me down there. I looked at him jerking himself really hard while he stared at my butt and I said, “What are you thinking?” “Honesty?” he asked and I nodded my head, “Well, the truth is, I’m thinking that I’ve got three fingers in your butt, and that’s as big as my wiener,” Mark always tried to use “nice” words for sex like wiener and butt, then he’d get excited and the “cock” and “ass” would take over. “And if it’s as big as my wiener, then I could do it to you,” he explained, “so I’m imagining that my dick is where my fingers are.” I thought that was awesome, not that I was ready to do it, I just loved when I made him feel sexy things. “Let’s pretend,” I had told him, then I said, “I love feeling your big wiener in my hole.” Mark groaned when he understood what I was doing. “Oh, baby, you feel so good,” he moaned as he pushed his fingers in and out of me while he jerked himself. I was playing with my penis too, and something about this made me really excited, and made me feel really good. “Yeah,” I said, “it feels good, do it in me,” I said, not really knowing what words to use to make him crazy. “Oh, Timmy,” he said, “can you say…” then he paused as it he wasn’t going to continue, then looked like he got some courage and said, “Say, `fuck me, Mark,’ can you do that?” It made me laugh, but I loved being allowed to swear, so I said, “Fuck me Mark,” sort of shy, but Mark immediately groaned and I saw his eyes roll back a little. This made me feel good, and I pulled on my dick harder and said, “Please fuck me, Mark,” a little louder. “Oh yeah, Timmy,” he said breathlessly, “I’m fucking your little hole, I’m gonna cum inside you.” This’ll sound weird, but I’d started to think of his cum as a reward. Not like I really liked karaman escort the stuff, but it was like he was giving me something that showed how much he loved me. So the idea of it going inside my butt was actually super exciting, “Yes, cum in my butt,” I told him as his fingers slid almost all of the way out of me and then back in, “Ooo,” I said when he hit a nice feeing spot, “oh fuck me, Mark!” I started to shout a little, “Fuck me…yeah, fuck me!” and I could feel my good feelings coming on. He must have felt the same, because the next thing that he said was, “I’m gonna cum, Timmy, I’m gonna cum in your ass,” then he was super loud and said, “Oh god!” and his cum burst out of the tip of his cock and landed right across my hand, my stomach and my balls. With his shots spraying down, his cum getting caught up in my jerking hand, I lost it too. I couldn’t even make a sound as the feeling took me over and I started to shake through my own cum. It was amazing. That’s why I knew that he wanted it, and I told him again, “Give me my birthday present, put it in me.” He had already been working on my butt. Slippery stuff had been a new introduction recently, and I’d really grown to like the smooth feel of his fingers sliding into me. Before, it was a little too hard and made me not want to do it as much. Now I wanted it each time. So while he was back there this time he had licked me, but then moved on to his fingers. My point is, I was ready then, and I knew that it was what I wanted. “Baby, you know that I’d love it,” he said, “I can’t lie to you, it’s what I’ve always wanted, are you sure?” Finally breaking him down, I put the nail in the coffin as he liked to say, “I want it, I want you to fuck me.” As soon as I said it, Mark mashed his lips to mine and we started to make out. Then he had me lay on my side. Taking my top leg, he bent it at the knee and put it out in front of me, turning me so that I was half on my front and half on my side. “This is the easiest way,” he explained, “oh my god, Timmy, you’re so sexy,” he sounded like he didn’t even mean it to encourage me, it was like he couldn’t stop himself from saying it. Mark sat back on his heels and took the bottle of slippery stuff and poured a little on his hand while I watched. He spread it along his dick, putting a lot on the tip, then sort of stroking the rest. So, I’ve probably said a hundred times that his penis was huge, but now, all shiny and as hard as he’d ever been, it looked like a telephone pole, and I started to reconsider. I had wanted this, like really wanted it, a couple of minutes ago. Now I wasn’t so sure. Making his fingers slippery, he pushed them back into me, which was really easy the way that I was laying. “You’re ready for me,” he said in a flat voice, “I know that you’re scared, but I will stop if you tell me to, ok?” “Ok,” I said as bravely as I could, “I trust you.” He ran his hand up my legs, over my butt and up my back as he slid up my body and laid down behind me. I had my head turned toward him and he propped up on an elbow and kissed my lips. Then he put his hand on my head and guided it to the pillow. I could feel the gooey tip of his wiener pushing against my cheeks, “Hold open your butt for me,” he said and I used my right hand to pull my cheek open. “that’s it, sweet boy,” he said and I felt him touch my hole. Immediately I clenched up like I was trying to hold a poop in, “Try to relax, remember that we can stop whenever you want,” he told me. I thought about saying, “Let’s stop now,” but I didn’t. I half wanted it for myself and half wanted to make Mark happy. I took a deep breath and that must have relaxed me because I felt the end of his dick pop in and I gasped. “Oh, god baby,” he said excitedly, “I’m inside you, we’re fucking!” He wasn’t thinking with his head now or he’d never use that word. I was just trying to breath. It felt like a poop that was stuck and was trying to get out. It made my leg twitch a little and Mark started to rub my back and say, “it’s ok, it’s ok, shh, shh.” Finally I caught my breath and closed my eyes, trying to take it easy. “Oh,” Mark said quickly, just a puff of air, when he started to go in more and I felt him stretch me open. “How far are you in?” I asked since it felt like ten feet. “Almost halfway,” he told me in a choked voice, “I’m gonna move a little, ok?” he asked. Shocked that it was not very far, I just tried to keep myself where I was, not trying to get away, “Ok,” I said. Mark pulled out just a little and then was back to the same spot. He let out a big breath when he couldn’t go any more then he did the same thing again. I don’t know how to describe the feeling, once it was in, it was ok until he moved, then my hole started to go a little crazy, kind of twitching the first couple of times. Then it calmed down and he started to go in and out easier. Pretty soon it started to feel like it does when he uses his fingers; it hurts to be stretched, but it also feels good. That’s the only way that I can describe it. When it started to feel ok, after just a few times in and out, I felt him go much deeper and he groaned really loud. “Oh, Timmy, baby!” he said, “oh my god, you feel so good!” I started to feel him touching me, I don’t know how long he had been doing it, but I felt his hands run along my side, reach around to my chest and stroke my tummy, then all of the way to my head as he ran his fingers through my hair. His touch was always magic, and it made me relax a little more, and that made him slide easier. “How far?” I asked, starting to be out of breath. “I’m almost all the way,” he said, then grunted. He was grunting every time that he went in and I could feel his breath on my neck. Two more times he did it and then I felt it, at first feeling like it was never going to stop going into me, then, for the first time, I felt his body against my butt and he stopped moving, his breathing super heavy. “I’m all of the way inside you, Timmy,” he told me, “I love you so much,” he almost cried, then he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to his chest. The feeling of his body forming around mine, one that I would grow so familiar with and would crave, that first time, I’d never felt closer to him. It hurt. It was a little like my butt didn’t want to settle down, it just kept twitching. But he was in me, we were connected, and I still wanted this. He stayed where he was, all of the way in, holding on to me, and it started to get better. I don’t know how, but first it wasn’t as bad, then it was kind of good and then he started to move again. I was shifting around to try to make it feel the best, Mark holding on to me tight and starting to go a little bit faster. Each time that he’d go all of the way in me I would grunt or squeak. There was no controlling the noises that I was making, and while he started to groan and say, “Uh, uh, uh,” each time that he pushed in, I was answering right back: “Oh, oh, oh.” We hadn’t moved much from where he had put me when we started, but now I was rolling a little more on to my tummy, Mark following, or maybe he was leading, and ending up more on top of me. Still all of kars escort the way in my butt, he pulled up on my hips so that I was on my knees, my head still on the pillow. His hands were right on my buttcheeks as he started moving really quick and was hitting me a lot harder. “Oh, Timmy, yeah, take that cock, baby!” he moaned, “This is the best, oh my god,” he groaned, and I felt great knowing that I had a new way to make him lose control. After thrusting into me three or four more times, all of a sudden the pulled his whole penis out. I could actually hear it pop out and the emptiness was awful! It made me grunt without meaning to. “Turn over,” he said calmly, “I want to kiss you while we do it,” he explained as I flipped onto my back. With me turned around it was obvious that I was enjoying myself, since my dick was pointing straight up at my face. Mark helped me to put my feet back and I grabbed behind my knees to hold myself up. He scooted toward me, but first added a little more slippery stuff. Then he touched me again and started to go back in. It hurt a little bit this way, but I was able to roll my butt a little more up and he was all of the way back in before I knew it. It was cool to be able to watch him, his dick appearing a little bit then disappearing while I felt it stretch me open. But then he leaned over me and put his mouth right on mine and we kissed really hard, like we were trying to eat each other. This really got me excited and I could tell that Mark did too because he started to go faster, and he was hitting me harder when he’d slap against me. It was making noise, his body against my skin, and I could feel his balls hit me, too! It was too much and I felt like I was going to get my cum. Then Mark broke the kiss and yelled out, “I’m gonna cum, oh Timmy, baby, I’m gonna cum inside your ass, Jesus Christ,” and then he grunted as he slapped into me two more times. He groaned as loud as I’ve ever heard, “Oh, yes!” and I felt him swell in me and I could feel him cum, not the actually cum, but I could feel him twitch with each blast that I knew was going inside me. I had a thought, a thought that he was making me his, putting his stuff inside me. It was a weird thought to pop in there, but it made me go over the edge as I reached between us and frantically stroked myself until the shiver of my cum hit me. “Oh, cum baby boy,” he said when he saw what was happening, “Cum like uncle Mark,” he told me as the first surge hit me and my dick flexed. It felt better than ever before. I felt the pumping go again, but it was so strong this time, until finally it slowed down and I collapsed back, rubbing my boner against my palm like I was saying thank you. Then I realized something and tried to sit up and look but Mark was still pressing into me and keeping my butt sort of rolled up. Instead, I felt around and then looked at my fingers. I held them up to Mark, who was just coming around from cumming in me, “I think that I shot something!” I told him, so excited, “I came!” I gloated and showed him the tiny bit of clear sheen on them, “that’s why it felt so good,” I said. Mark leaned down and kissed me really quick, then took my fingers and licked them off, smacking his lips and announcing, “Yummy, my boy’s first cum,” then added, “you must like what we did,” with a smirk. “It’s `cause I’m twelve!” I insisted, “it felt way better, I knew it was different,” I said. Mark leaned down again and gave me a longer kiss, then said, “Happy birthday, my amazing, sexy, perfect boy.” He always made me feel like he was a warm blanket, but this may have been the best. *** It’s still a lot for me, to take him in me, so it’s not like we do it every day. And it’s never Mark who asks, it’s always me. After we do it, for a few days it won’t even cross my mind, then maybe I’ll see him a certain way, maybe even something simple like helping me with my homework. That’s when I’ll want to be close to him; as close as possible, and to me that means having him in me, showing me that I’m his. Then I love every second of it. One Friday night I slept at my own house. Something happened that my dad didn’t make a big deal, but I noticed. Because I was always watching like a hawk, I noticed that he had a Coke right out of the fridge, with nothin poured in. He looked better too, and he was more there somehow when we talked. So much in my life had gotten better, and I’d been burned before, so I was cautious, but I was hopeful. Maybe this part of my life was getting better too? We had one game left in the season that Saturday, so Mark picked me up at my house to give me a ride. “So things are a little better at home?” he asked. “Well, the truth? It’s better, but it couldn’t get much worse,” I said, “but my dad is starting to get it together a little, I think. And my mom being gone is way better,” I explained, even though it still hurt a little to say it. “Ok,” he said, “um, just know, I’ll do anything for you, so whatever you need.” I leaned against the door and looked at him. It had only been a couple of months that I’d known Mark, but because of him my whole life had changed. He glanced over and caught me staring, “What?” he asked with a smile. What could I say? I’ve only known you for two months, but you’re everything to me? I love to look at your handsome face? I love to see your sexy body? I can’t believe how great the world is now that you’re in it? I can’t believe that, win or lose, we’ll go out with the team after the game, and if I can keep myself from leading you into the bathroom to suck you, we’ll go back to your place and you’ll make love to me? I can’t believe how much I’ll enjoy it when you do? Instead I said, “Nothin'” and smiled. The game was fun. We hadn’t had the best season, and we were losing in the bottom of the ninth. We were behind by one but Alex was on third and Bobby on second. Two outs and I was up. “You can do it, Timmy!” my teammates were calling. Before they would have groaned and said that the game was over. “You just need a hit and we win the game,” Mr. Jordan told me, “you don’t have to try to hit a home run.” I walked to the plate, put one foot in the box and one out, then looked at the bench. I was only looking for one person; Mark smiled at me and nodded, and I felt my confidence soar. Putting my other foot in, I readied for the pitch. I took the first throw, it looked low but was called a strike. I knew that I needed to do something before I got a second strike, so I thought about what Mark had told me over and over: knees bent, bat up, eyes on the ball. That was going around and around in my head with nothing else: knees bent, bat up, eyes on the ball; knees bent, bat up, eyes on the ball. Then came the pitch, I watched the ball all of the way to the plate and… We were at the Village Inn, coach Jordan ordering a bunch of pizzas while we enjoyed each other’s company. It was such a good time, I was around real friends and I was there with the most important man in the world. It felt so normal, something that I’d never had my whole life. Mark was right, it wasn’t important if we won or lost, we tried and we did it together and that was what really mattered. Sometimes I would look over at him and he would smile at me. When that happened I would think, “This is what it’s like to be loved,” and I couldn’t have been happier. It also helped that we won by two runs after I hit a fucking home run! Woohoo!

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