The Book Shop [M/M] - CLOSED

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Closed for Namowa.

"Pandora's Books" - it was a clever if slightly heavy-handed pun on "Pandora's Box", but there were still plenty of customers who, disappointingly, didn't get it, and expected the little hole-in-the-wall shop to be run by someone named Pandora. The name of the proprietor was, in actuality, Gary Hudson, and Gary was not someone most people seemed to expect.

The sign outside the shop was hand-painted, picturing an open book and an array of stars, with elegant gold lettering. The large front window looked in on a used bookstore of the most classic and magical variety, with narrow aisles, mismatched shelving, hand-lettered signs, uneven, creaky flooring, and endless cascades of books lined up and stacked in every available space. A white cat made its home here, perching often on high shelves and looking down on wanderers with judgmental eyes and a hint of playfulness in the languid flicks of its tail.

Gary, too, was home here. Wedged into a tattered old leather executive chair that looked like it had been elegant and top-of-the-line around 1970, the large-framed man sat reading all day, every day, usually dressed in flannel shirts and worn jeans. At forty-something, his short brown hair was liberally peppered with gray, as was his beard stubble, which seemed to be perpetually overgrown though not so much so as to be called a proper beard. He looked far more like a lumberjack than a purveyor of literature. The large, thick hands that comfortably clutched a dog-eared paperback were rough, callused, and scarred. They were a welder's hands, for that was what he'd been for twenty years before giving it all up for something that might have a chance at making him happy.

Gary had been obviously built for rough trades from a young age. Broad and tough, a real bruiser, with a silent, brooding manner, and a gravelly voice, he had never been a people person and seemed on the outside to fit right in among his fellow tradesmen, though during lunch breaks, he'd be the only guy with a book in his hands while the others were shooting the shit, talking about sports or trucks or getting laid. They spoke of women in the crudest of terms, and Gary never let on how much it bothered him. It bothered him not just because of how crass and disrespectful their banter was, but because it made him feel more and more like an outsider. He'd just never been able to "get" women. Sure, he tried talking to them, even dating them, but he was set up for failure from the start, because he lacked any real draw toward them. They looked nice, sure - he appreciated their casual elegance, their soft grace, qualities he would never possess. But being attracted to them? Not exactly. He grew up thinking there was something deeply wrong with him.

He'd never exactly thought of himself as gay. In desperate moments he'd ventured into gay bars, ogled plenty of fresh-faced young men, even indulged in the occasional back alley blowjob, but he tended to ignore his own glaringly obvious proclivities and simply think of himself as a born bachelor. This was magnified by the fact that, the older he got, the less likely he figured it would be that anyone would give him a second look. As far as he was concerned, it was too late for him. It sort of seemed like it had always been too late for him.

But there were books. He'd been a lifelong voracious reader - it was an escape from the world he had such a hard time fitting into. Less than a year ago he'd dropped his trade and poured all the money he'd saved up over two decades into this dreamy little shop, which had a small apartment above, just what he needed. It had taken several months to get properly set up and running, but he was now in his third week of business, and things seemed peachy enough. His location was good, he got plenty of foot traffic, and he had a sharp eye for deals. He'd filled his shop with small literary treasures he'd picked up for practically nothing, and he had a decent selection of rare and out-of-print volumes. He was already doing a keen trade online, but the physical shop was what his heart desired. Though it would be a while before he might make any real profit, he felt more content than he'd been in a very long time, sitting in his ancient leather chair behind the counter of his very own book shop, which smelled so perfectly of that rich, magical perfume that only mountains of old books could provide.

 

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Jake was an avid reader, something that grew on him from childhood for a variety of reasons. For one, he had observed her mother to be usually engrossed in books for the greater part of the day. He had seen how she was literally fed books by his father, who would spare no pains to ensure that a ready stock was always available for his dear wife.

“Here Betty, I got this one from Gerald’s,” he would say, handing over a paperback edition of the latest book that might have hit the stands.

Jake could recollect her mother’s face erupting in a big smile as she would hold it in her hand, taking in the intoxicating smell of the new book, before turning over the pages for a while and reading the blurb on the back cover. Inevitably, this ritual ended with his mother holding her husband around the neck to beam, “You are such a darling.”

Apart from her mother’s insatiable appetite for books that Jake witnessed and, over time, got ingrained in his mind, there was another reason for Jake developing the habit of reading. He was lonely for reasons beyond his control and books were, proverbially, his best companion. And so Jake, the only child of his rather affluent parents, became a recluse.

When Jake had crossed over from his teens into the twenties, he still remained a rather frail but ‘pretty’ lad with little facial hair or, for that matter, on his body. Some of his class mates were nearing six feet but he seemed to have given up at five feet five. Neither did his voice help, which remained soft and almost girlish. He was becoming embarrassingly effeminate. When younger, a few incidents in school followed him to establish that point. He remained mute in such situations till once he came back with a bleeding nose when he was asked by the bully to sit among the girls.

“There, that’s your place, Miss Pretty Face! Don’t you dare sit with us Jackie,” were words he could hardly ignore as these were accompanied with teasing laughter.

Jake couldn’t recollect when these incidents started to affect him in a manner that he started feeling that way. In later stages, he didn’t seem to mind when he was addressed as Jackie, or girlie or effeminate or Pretty Face. And, as he entered more and more into the area of sexual needs and arousal, he started surfing the net to fulfill his curiosity. He learnt a lot on transgender, cross dressing, shemales, femboys but he wanted to know more.

Yet his primary interest, that of reading books, remained. Paper backs or hard bound, old or new, classics or western, fiction or non-fiction – he devoured whatever he could lay his hands on.

It was in this stage of his life, when barely twenty, that he came across the new bookshop “Pandora’s Books” in his neighborhood.

“Wow! What a lovely name,” Jake thought and, without the slightest hesitation and ignoring the work he had in hand, he walked in.

As he pushed opened the door and entered the shop, a melody chime ushered his arrival to the shopkeeper. Jake was bowled over and completely enthralled at the sight. Stack after stack of books, some arranged, some in disarray, some on the floor or some in the corner fighting for space, some almost blocking the aisles which would have made it difficult to walk through but they were all books – lovely, exciting and tempting books, something that he always craved for.

A white cat, resting sleepily on a shelf, searched him for familiarity before jumping and walking over to the owner. Jake turned to follow the cat and his eyes fell on the middle aged stout man with brown and gray hair and a big face partly covered with rather unkempt beard. He was holding a book in his stout hands and Jake was taken aback by their size. He had an imposing figure, no doubt about it and, with no one around other than himself and this man, encompassed within walls of books, he felt uneasy.

“I have come for some books,” he said at last rather meekly and as if to offer an explanation for his unwanted intrusion.

 

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Gary faintly registered the chime as a customer entered, and the gentle creaks of the unsteady flooring as the someone wandered about. He didn't like to leap on every customer as a clerk at a clothing store might; bookish folk were of a particular sort, and often preferred to stay inside their own heads, so he didn't disturb them unless he had a distinct sense they were having trouble finding something, and in these cases they usually spoke up.

He was buried in "The Talisman", by Stephen King and Peter Straub, and it had grabbed hold of him mercilessly. It was thus a bit of a surprise when a soft voice addressed him. Quickly he stuffed an old receipt into his paperback as a bookmark and tossed it down next to the cash register so that he could shift his attention to the customer. His deep blue eyes locked onto a smooth, androgynously pretty face. It was a boy... he thought... though he could have been wrong. Small stature, thin frame, flat chest. Naturally rosy lips, slightly wet-looking, as if he'd just licked them.

Gary licked his own lips. His throat suddenly felt very dry, and for a moment he was afraid he'd actually lost the power of speech. He rubbed a hand across his thickly stubbled chin, which made a light scraping sound against his rough hand.

Books. The kid was looking for books, of course.

"Yuh," he finally grunted, his voice low, deep, and rusty-sounding. He pushed up from his chair, which made a metallic creaking noise, and stood at his full height, towering over the boy. "Books, you're looking for? I think I might have a few of those." He gave a little snort at his quip, and then felt dumb about it. His cheeks went ruddy. He rubbed his chin again.

"Ah, something specific I can help you find? Or, uh... are you looking for some recommendations?" He tried to keep focused on the boy's face, but it was almost too pretty. He felt as if he should look away. It was like staring at the sun.

 

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As Jake stood in front of the counter, the shopkeeper stood up to his full height, looming like a giant above the much shorter Jake. As always, he looked every inch the soft, delicate, thin and pretty young boy as he was usually taken to be. His sandy blonde hair, although thick and lustrous, was really shaped into a boy cut. A few strands fell carelessly across his forehead making him look prettier with the pair of earrings that he wore.

With deep blue eyes he looked up at the man towering beside him and felt distinctly uneasy at the manner in which he looked down at him. Uneasy as he felt, Jake ran his tongue over his naturally rosy lips that immediately made them moist to remove the dryness that had covered the pair. The shopkeeper kept staring at his face for a while and this only added to his discomfort. He quickly looked away at the books lying everywhere that awaited his attention. Nearer to the man, he could make out the title of the book that he had held his attention - “The Talisman”. Jake felt he had probably read the book that dealt with parallel lives.

After a while, the shopkeeper spoke out. He sounded helpful and asked if Jake was looking for some recommendations. For moments, Jake remained non-commital. Rather, he walked a few paces towards the aisles, his hips dancing a bit in the high heeled boots that he was wearing. Although he had a lean and thin frame with a very slim waist and a flat narrow chest, his butt was round and full. In fact, it seemed to be an exaggeration when one saw the other areas of this girlie boy. The tight fitting jeans that he was wearing only helped in making his butt fuller and the outlines of whatever he was wearing underneath clearly discernible. On top, he was wearing a white shirt and his nipples stood out whenever the fabric touched his chest.

“Thank you Sir, I …I ..was just thinking if you have ‘Falling Away’ by Penelope Douglas with you. I have read her ‘Bully’ and ‘Rival’ and I liked them. But … I would still wish if you recommended a few yourself,” Jake said at last. He faced the shopkeeper once again but the burly man had the strangest look on his face as his eyes fixed on Jake’s.

“There’s so many books here that I could spend hours just browsing the pages,” Jake went on as he walked back towards the counter. Just at that moment he saw a book lying on top of a couple that were lying on the counter top in front of the shopkeeper’s ancient chair. He peered at it closely and the title caught his eye – She’s Not the Man I Married: My Life with a Transgender Woman by Helen Boyd.

Jake wondered if the book indicated the shopkeeper’s own interest on the subject or it had been placed on the counter when a customer decided against purchasing? Jake had no idea nor could he make a guess. Yet, it had inflamed his curiosity.

 

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Gary didn't want to stare; it didn't seem right, and he was sure he must be making the poor kid uncomfortable, but he couldn't seem to stop his eyes from returning to the gorgeous lad. He noticed the earrings, and they gave a nice, gentle feminine touch. His hair - it looked so soft and touchable, and the way it fell over his forehead added a note of thrilling mystery. The subtle points of the boy's nipples teased him beneath the thin white shirt. Gary held himself still, not even breathing as the boy stepped away a few paces. His eyes moved steadily downwards, first raking over the tempting mounds of his well-formed buttocks, almost begging for attention beneath the snug jeans. And, oh lord... those heeled boots. The big, gruff man almost felt choked at the impossibly alluring sight of a boy in heels, the way they made his hips swagger and gave him an elegant, swaying gait. Gary closed his eyes a few moments, and all he saw was a vision of stepping up behind the kid, grabbing those narrow little hips in his huge hands and pressing tightly against him.

He opened his eyes and took a breath, trying to force his mind to focus as the petite, pretty boy asked him questions. The corners of his mouth twitched. He was loving the dreamy, adoring way the kid talked about books, and couldn't yet bring himself to give a verbal reply. He watched the boy's eyes settle on the book on his counter, and his heart rate increased rapidly. "My Life with a Transgender Woman" had come in recently with a box of other random books, and while it wasn't Gary's usual sort of reading, it had caught his eye and he'd been irresistibly curious. He'd been glancing through snatches of it here and there, trying to deny his interest but unable to put the book away. His cheeks darkened again. He fidgeted, picking at one of his thumbnails.

"Eh, um…" Gary rumbled vaguely. "Penelope Douglas, hmm?" His blush deepened even further. He wasn't entirely sure of the author, but he had a vague notion that she wrote pretty steamy stuff for young adults. Was the boy looking for something... 'adult'...? At any rate, the title he'd mentioned had never crossed Gary's path. "Haven't got that one. I can certainly suggest a few titles... if you were up for trying something new."

He stepped out from behind the counter, and the height difference between them was even more pronounced as he drew closer to the boy. He could even smell him - the kid smelled nice. Sweet.

Gary swallowed hard. He was beginning to feel a stirring in his loins. What the hell is wrong with me?! He turned to the bookshelves and wracked his brain for something meaningful, something that had made an impact on him, that might appeal to a sweet-looking, effeminate boy who enjoyed a romance. Had he ever read anything himself that might fit the bill? He mostly read rollicking, masculine adventures, when he wasn't buried in old classics.

Finally Gary pulled down a copy of "River God", by Wilbur Smith. He'd always been fascinated by the story of the inescapably likeable, somewhat androgynous eunuch slave Taita, and his intense dedication to the beautiful young wife of Pharaoh. It was a tragic love story as much as it was an intense and fast-paced adventure, steeped in meticulously researched history. "Uh, how'd you feel about historical fiction? This one's the kind that'll grab you and not let go."

Gary held his breath again as the boy stood close to him, almost close enough to feel his body heat. He was afraid to breathe, knowing the sweet smell of him would be intoxicating.

 

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Jake realized that they were now standing awkwardly close to one another but, strangely, he made no attempt to move away. He could almost sense that this tall, sturdy man was inhaling whatever fragrance that floated around between them. So he likes perfumes, Jake surmised! And that too women’s perfume, one that he had sprayed before he left home. This was almost a habit for Jake nowadays. Except on rare occasions, he would always use his mother’s Chanel No 5, something that had his mother’s tacit approval.

These silent approvals from his mother on many issues had become quite common. Like Jake’s preference for wearing panties, a development that took place a few years back. The urge to wear panties had taken hold of Jake when he was around sixteen and, an initial attempt to wear one of Mom’s, was soon rejected because she had a size that was at least two sizes larger. Jake was undaunted. A few days later he had simply gone and stood before her mother when she was, as always, engrossed in a book.

“Mom,” Jake had blurted, “I hate to wear these briefs that you get for me. Why can’t I wear the type that you wear… you know the ones that are made of such soft material, with lace or frills and they look so nice too. I mean, what’s the harm?”

Jake’s mother had looked up from the book she was reading, staring at her boy with a look of incredulity and then reverted back to what she was doing without uttering a word. Jake had walked out of the room that day. The next morning, when he got out of bed, he found half a dozen panties inside a packet lying in his wardrobe. In later years, she always ensured that Jake’s wardrobe had a decent stock of panties, the type that Jake preferred.

Then, when Jake returned one evening with both his ears pierced, she just looked at his face and, without much fuss, got a pair of her own earrings.

“Wear these. Now that you have got your ears pierced, see that you always have a pair inside the holes,” Betty had said.

These encouraging gestures from her mother, without ever a hint of disapproval, helped largely shape Jake’s inner nature and beckoned him to be what he really felt like. Coupled with these were also the incidents in school, unhappy though they were. In the end, he became what he felt like and enjoyed being what he wanted, with his mind free and without a care.

In the bookshop this day, he could sense an overwhelming joy coming out of nowhere in the few moments of his presence. Was it because of his passion for books or was it because of this man who stood beside him? Unable to resist, he looked up at the man, smiling briefly for no reason at all – a captivating one with his pearly whites.

“I think I’ll enjoy historical fiction. I’ll take ‘River God’, the one that you choose for me without insisting on Penelope Douglas,” Jake thought for a while before continuing,” Mmm.. as you say, it’ll grab me and not let me go.” He blushed the moment these words had left his mouth. Was he being too direct, was he trying to send any feelers? Quickly, he made an attempt to divert the topic but came up with one that was even more of a feeler.

“You have a lovely shop Sir…. there are so many books and the place is so snug and cozy. If only there was a reading room, no matter how small, ….umm …where one could spend some time with the books….ummm.. where you had some… some real privacy …I would have spent hours here.” Jake said, fumbling for words.

Just then, before the shopkeeper could answer, they heard the doorbell chime someone’s arrival. Both of them looked towards the door, breaking the trance in which they were in.

To Jake’s surprise, a beautiful woman around thirty had walked in, smiling broadly at the shopkeeper. It was obvious to Jake that the lady was aware of her beauty and her wealth too, for she was dressed to perfection. She had a figure that could be envied. Most importantly, she knew the shopkeeper well to call him by name.

As Jake looked on, she addressed her words to the shopkeeper.

“Hi Gary, have you got the books that we talked about a couple of days back? You already have? Oh .. you are a dear!” she said charmingly as she stole a glance at Jake.

So his name is Gary, wonder what his title could be, thought Jake.

Gary’s attention, however, had all but evaporated from Jake as he rushed behind his counter. He came out with a packet that obviously contained the books that the lady had wanted.

Both Gary and the lady were engrossed in some banter but these were in inaudible whispers. It was impossible for Jake to make out a word of what they were saying and he sulked. To Jake’s own surprise, he felt jealous and bitchy. He wanted all the attention of the shopkeeper for himself.

Much to Jake’s relief the lady left in a while, leaving the stage open once again to the burly man and the young girlie boy.

 

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The big man's mouth was practically watering. The scent of him - it wasn't just sweet, it was distinctively feminine. It wasn't shampoo or soap or fabric softener or deodorant; though Gary thought he could detect a few of these things also, the overarching note was one of... perfume. Perfume, like a lady would wear. Gary's heart seemed to be in his throat.

When the boy smiled, his stomach turned to jelly. What was this beautiful creature, to have such a visceral effect on him? A nymph? A satyr? An angel? Gary felt as if he'd been drugged. He couldn't keep his eyes off those sweet, pink lips when the boy spoke. He registered the words, but the woman had arrived before he could properly process them.

With immense regret, Gary quietly excused himself to tend to the lady. He forced himself to focus on anything other than the captivating, feminine boy. Mrs. Martinelli was an important customer for him. Her husband was a real estate developer and had bought up most of the buildings on this block. Gary knew Mr. Martinelli had wanted this one, and he also knew he would have every intention of tearing down the quirky old building, as well as the buildings on either side of it, in order to build condos. It had made Gary's purchase difficult, but he'd met and talked with the lady about his business plans during the bidding process, and though he couldn't be one hundred percent sure, he had a very distinct sense that Mrs. Martinelli had had a lot to do with his eventual success at securing the little shop with the quaint apartment above it for himself. The lady was a book lover, with an especial hunger for rare volumes, and Gary had a talent for finding the things she was looking for. Gary was certain she must have greased the wheels and prevented her husband from outbidding him for the building.

The lady also had a distinctive desperate housewife vibe, and it was clear she enjoyed using her assets to tease and tempt lonely older men while her high-powered husband was off making deals. It was an awkward situation for the socially inept, middle-aged bachelor. He didn't exactly relish her flirtations, even if logic suggested he should be flattered and accept the ego boost. He was as pleasant toward her as his comfort level allowed, for he continued to feel that he owed her something, and moreover, he knew that her husband had enough wealth and connections to make things very difficult for him if he had the notion, so he did his best to keep Mrs. Martinelli sweet and happy, playing the part of a straight, single man inviting the attention of a beautiful young woman, without being overly friendly.

As he chatted with her now, it occurred to him with abundant clarity how little effect she really had on him. Like the boy, she wore tight clothes, heels, earrings, and perfume, but Gary was unmoved, even when she did those little things women did when they were trying to entice a man - squeezing her breasts together, touching his arm or his hand, moistening her lips. The only effect these things seemed to have on Gary was making him mildly uncomfortable, especially so knowing the kid was probably watching. He felt as if he were doing something wrong. He felt a tickle at the back of his neck - the pretty lad's incisive gaze.

Gary was at least as relieved as Jake was when Mrs. Martinelli left the shop, the door setting off the chime as she exited. He glanced at his watch; it was almost closing time, and probably he'd have no more customers today. There was blissful silence now, broken only by Gary's heavy footsteps as he returned to the nearby claustrophobic aisle that forced him to stand very close to the gorgeous boy.

"Sorry 'bout that," he rasped, trying to get back to the magical moment he'd been enjoying before the woman interrupted. He recalled to mind what the boy had been saying. Something about a reading room... a cozy, private space.

I would have spent hours here.

Gary took a deep breath. He felt as if he would do anything to make this happen. He pictured the intoxicating creature spending long hours here in his shop, curled up among the books just like his white cat. He pictured setting aside a little alcove just for him, plush with large, soft pillows - in fact, he had just such a reading nook upstairs in his apartment. To have this boy there, in his own private space, seemed like the most welcome intrusion. Gary would make him comfortable, gaze at him endlessly, make him tea or hot chocolate, care for him. He'd squeeze in with him, maybe hold the boy in his lap....

Damn. Gary was losing his grip on reality. He was also noticing a distinct tightness in his jeans around the groin area. He cleared his throat and put in an effort to fill the warm, thick, pulse-pounding silence.

"Wish I did have space... for a, uh, reading room here in the shop," he said in his low, rough voice. "I've just got my own li'l nook... upstairs." His heart thudded. Was he suggesting something? Had he intended to?

 

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Jake felt enormously relieved at the quick departure of this unwanted and intruding lady. He waited in an aisle, glancing at the stack of books lined one beside the other but half his mind was elsewhere. He could hear the advancing footsteps, waiting almost with his heart beating faster, expecting the man to be beside him again. He had loved every moment of that ‘togetherness’, of the attention that he received from a man. He knew his name by now, thanks to the lady whose presence he bore with particular dislike. Gary came and stood beside him, almost ready to take off from where he had left and Jake could hear him breathing heavily. Jake waited a while, almost certain that Gary would clear the air on this lady who was so familiar to him.

Yet, Gary came up with only some pathetic inconsequential words, “Sorry ‘bout that.”

That was all he had to say? That’s all? Jake forgot his growing excitement and continued to sulk. In this, he was in no way different than a jealous girlfriend or doubting wife waiting for an explanation on some woman. When none came, he felt almost cheated.

He turned around to face Gary but looked away. Moving to the side of the bookshelf he positioned his buttocks against the vertical wooden plank that held one end of the bookshelf. His open palms rested on the thick structure, body slightly inclined and legs partly bent at the knees. Much as he wanted to, he avoided looking at Gary.

It was at this moment that he heard Gary come out with something that was as sweet as anything that he would have wished for.

I’ve just got my own li’l nook …. Upstairs.

These words served as an instant balm on his otherwise agitated mind. Whatever had bothered him a while back quickly receded to the background. Jake kept thinking of the room. Upstairs? Oh my god! That would be far better than having a reading room here in the shop. Most certainly, it would have the privacy that he hoped for and wanted. Unless this man was married and that seemed quite unlikely. Certainly Gary would have never suggested a room in his own apartment with his wife around.

Visions of the room raced through his mind. Possibly it would be a nice little space at the corner of the apartment; one that was secluded, snug and with loads of privacy. May be it would have a desk and a cushioned chair, complete with computer and connections to the outside world of knowledge and information. But these were all irrelevant to what ultimately came up in his mind. It had to have a comfortable bed of decent size and possibly provided with an adequate number of soft, cushy pillows where he could rest his youthful self, reading through pages and pages of the books that were available just a few steps below. And beside him, there could only one person, that one man Gary, cuddling him in his big arms and holding him against his chest.

It was impossible for Jake’s mind to wander anywhere else. As he came out of his imaginary world, he found himself gazing at the penetrating eyes of the very man of whom he had been visualizing. Instantly, Jake’s lips parted and he was taking deep breaths, unable to suppress an urge that was desperate for expression. His eager eyes ran over the man’s strong arms and thick hands, wishing if they would ever hold him by his own slender arms or wrap his slim waist. In an instant, everything about this man seemed exciting to him – his stubbles, his brown and gray hair, his robust bearing, his shop’s name, his lady acquaintance and even his white cat. The narrow aisles within the shelves, the musky smell of books, the chiming of the doorbell were already all too familiar as if he belonged here, as if he was just as much a part and piece of this man’s possessions. And Jake loved that feeling. It made him wildly excited and he longed to tread the floor above and, in particular, have a glimpse of the li’l nook that could be his ‘retreat’ for many days to come.

“I am eager to see the li’l nook that you speak of, if it’s not too much of a bother to you or your shop,” he said finally, “and I’ll feel wanted if you call me by my name Jake.”

Jake’s eyes roamed around the shop before he spoke again.

“I really love this place. It’s awesome.”

 

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Gary watched the boy closely, fascinated by his shifting expressions. He would have given anything to be able to read the kid's mind right now, especially when those intense blue eyes roamed over him. Gary felt every inch of himself warm and tingle as those eyes explored him. He didn't have the guts to look down to see how obvious his burgeoning arousal was, and his heart thudded over the possibility of the boy noticing it.

When the pretty creature introduced himself, Gary's mouth spread into a rare, wide grin, showing all of his teeth. Jake... just like the boy in "The Talisman". Gary had fallen in love with the character Jake, and now he seemed to be falling in love with this real Jake, in an entirely different way.

"It's a pleasure, Jake," his voice rumbled. "You can call me Gary."

His heart lifted when Jake complimented his shop, and he grinned again, helplessly. This kid was doing things to him he couldn't explain, but he was loving every moment of it. He ran his hands across his hair, not doing much to tidy it, but needing to do something with his hands.

"I, uh... I'm glad you enjoy it. Makes me happy when folk feel at home here." He took a deep breath, finding it hard to fill his lungs. "I hope you'll come around plenty. You'd be... most welcome." Gary pulled in another breath, and his mind rewound back to Jake's request to see his place. What was happening here? His mind and body were surging with excitement. Whatever this boy wanted, Gary was only too willing to give it to him.

"Lemme just close up, and I'll... show you the upstairs," he grunted, looking momentarily bashful as he dropped his head and lumbered away to go lock the front door. It was still a few minutes before his scheduled closing time, but it was his shop - he could close early whenever he wanted to. And this was certainly the first time he wanted to.

He continued to breathe in the lovely boy's feminine scent as he led him to the back of the shop where there was a door marked, "Private". He opened it to reveal a narrow wooden stairwell leading to the upper floor.

"Be my guest," Gary invited, gesturing for Jake to go up first. Gary's bulk nearly filled the narrow passage, and he would have felt awkward ascending the creaky stairs knowing the kid was right behind him. More than anything, he was raring for a good look at the young'un's nice, round hindquarters packed into those tight jeans, and it was this enticing view that he enjoyed all the way up the stairs.

The white cat had heard the door open, and streaked over to join them, dodging around Gary's heavy feet and then slipping past Jake's heeled boots to reach the top of the staircase first.

"Hope you don't mind him - he's called Poe," Gary offered, licking his lips as he continued to watch Jake's rear.

The apartment above was small and rustic but reasonably tidy for a bachelor's home. It had dark hardwood floors that matched the wood panelling on the walls, though it was difficult to find a stretch of wall that didn't have a crammed bookcase leaning against it. Gary's home wasn't so very different from the shop downstairs, except that it had a little kitchen, with a small table and two chairs, and a vintage stove and matching refrigerator. There were two doors, one leading to the bathroom, and the other to Gary's bedroom, which, through the open doorway, could be seen a great big bed with plenty of pillows and soft blankets, unmade but very comfortable-looking. The main area of the apartment that wasn't taken up by the kitchen was a sitting room. There were big, plush chairs, a large television, and a little desk with a laptop computer. The best part, however, was the bay window seat that looked out on a little wooded park behind the building. Gary had furnished it as a reading nook, with the plushest, cosiest pillows he could find, and from the scattering of ratty paperbacks and small collection of teacups, it was clear that it was a well-loved space.

In a surge of embarrassment, Gary whisked his books aside and gathered the dirty cups, depositing them hastily in his kitchen sink.

"Uh, yes - so, here's my own, um... private space. Jake." He licked his lips, and watched the boy with curiosity and restrained hunger.

 

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Jake heard what Gary said about his own private space.

“Not very private after all … you got a customer roaming around freely right before your eyes,” Jake laughed, revealing once again the perfect set of pearly whites that made out his smile.

Gary had showed Jake around his small apartment but he barely got a view of the bedroom from where he stood in the sitting room. He could see the large bed with a lot of pillows and soft blankets. But the bed was unmade and had probably remained as such since the man had got up in the morning. The blankets tousled, pillows in complete disarray, the bedcover nonexistent - typically that of a bachelor. Jake would have loved to walk in and get the room and bed made out. Besides, he wanted to get a feel of the room where his instinct told him he would spend wonderful moments of sharing and togetherness with Gary in the coming days and, possibly, nights.

During the moments that Gary went about showing his small den to Jake, he was always behind the young one. His bigger frame almost touched Jake who could feel his hot breath on his neck and ears. Jake didn’t feel uncomfortable or uneasy. Rather, it seemed to be the nicest thing to be happening to him.

Jake looked around the sitting room and his immediate attention went to the table that had a laptop on it and innumerable books around the accompanying cushioned chair. He was not sure if the bookcases along the walls contained the owner’s personal collection or were really the stocks meant for the shop, but the floor hardly had space left for any other furniture. He felt attracted to the bay window that seemed to open out to a fair bit of greenery outside, excited at the thought of sitting at the tempting desk and indulging in what he loved – reading. He admired Gary for making this small area so inviting and cozy, with the cushions and pillows. He loved him for ushering him into his world of privacy.

Jake made an attempt to walk towards the window but books lay scattered everywhere on the floor or remained piled here and there. He stopped in his tracks. There were chances that, unmindfully, he would step on one, even a new one perhaps.

“I guess I should open my boots. The books are too delicate and priceless for even my weight and I would feel terrible if I walked on them,” Jake said out of concern.

He sat down on one of the cushioned chairs and, with an effort, took off the heeled boots to reveal the sheer stockings that he was wearing. Even underneath the stockings, his feet seemed delicate and shapely. He looked at the wooden floor and the perceptible dust on it. He thought for a moment, pondering over the wisdom of taking off his stockings. Finally, decision made, he had parted with the pair and now stood up. His feet were a size five, visibly soft and the nails were perfectly manicured. But what added to their beauty was the polish that he had applied to these nails - a romantic shade of pink.

Jake walked almost on his toes to the window, admiring the beauty that opened out in front. What a lovely spot to have your reading table, he thought instantly. Just at that moment Poe, out of a growing familiarity and friendship towards him, brushed against Jake’s legs. Jake felt an irresistible attraction to pick him up and caress it. By nature, Jake was most affectionate and caring to all, and pets took away a greater chunk of his attention.

Forgetting his nearness to Gary, his bent buttocks pushed back unintentionally into the big man’s hardened bulge. The first touch, as exciting as it may have been, left Jake with a flush face as he quickly walked away a few steps. He was breathing heavily and simply couldn’t look at Gary in the face.

“I .. I ..am ..ssorry,” he whispered inaudibly, looking at the floor without knowing why he said this, but quickly recovered to cuddle and carress Gary’s cat. He hadn’t looked at Gary and didn’t know what he might be thinking or doing, for the man hadn’t said a word. Even if he had wanted to, Jake gave him little opportunity by speaking out again himself. He had watched the condition of the sitting room and kitchen and partly, the bedroom. He felt these needed attention.

“I know you take good care of your den but may be it requires a little more attention. Why don’t you go and read a book downstairs in the shop while I try and make this place more homey and sweet,” he looked at Gary now,”for you …. for us. I promise that by the time you have read twenty pages you’ll hear me calling you back.”

Something in Jake’s mind made him believe that he was now a part of this place, someone who could expect his whims and wishes to be willingly accepted. There was no protest from Gary who seemed to be amused at what the young Jake wanted to do. Yet, through the corner of his eyes, Jake observed that he had not made any move to leave. He neither left nor protested.

Since the rooms required a fair bit of cleaning and as the days were a bit warm, Jake decided to take off his clean white shirt. He was already without his boots and stockings and now he slowly unbuttoned his shirt to let it rest on the chair after he had taken it off.

Jake stood in the middle of the room. His upper body was now bare and naked with not a single hair visible anywhere on his soft and smooth body. His tiny nipples and no less small areolas stood out prominently on his thin chest as he went about the business of cleaning and rearranging the place that was Gary’s nest. He was not bothered when the top of his pink panties peeped out at the waist from underneath the jeans whenever he had to bend. Neither was he concerned when the exercise exposed his bald armpit occasionally nor when strings of perspiration formed on these smooth areas. Ultimately, these only made him more feminine, and that was not something he wished to part with.

 

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Gary had a hard time breathing as he walked behind young Jake, watching him explore. It was a deeply intimate thing, inviting a stranger into his living space, and that intimacy in itself was exciting. When Jake took initiative to remove his boots, Gary almost spoke up to tell him how unnecessary it was, that the books that cluttered his floor were far from precious, and his floor could use a sweeping to boot... but he had no voice with which to speak. He was far too enchanted by the boy’s presence, and noticing that he seemed to have fairly small feet for a young man, he was intrigued and curious to see them.

The stockings seemed to rob him of what little breath he had left. His eyes roamed over those elegant little feet - dainty, was the word that came to mind - and when the stockings departed Gary nearly groaned aloud. He felt an unmistakable throb down below. His sweet pink toes were so lovely, and the feminine touch of nail polish made him gasp softly. He had never seen anyone like this girlish boy, and never expected to meet such a person. He had grown up believing that people were pretty much binary, and came with “pink” and “blue” labels that you just had to accept and make sure you fit into; the book on transgenderism he’d flipped through recently had begun to shift that assumption. The boy Jake, with his heels, perfume, earrings and adorable pink painted toes, was turning it entirely on his head.

Gary had known on some level he wasn’t straight, but he’d never entirely been at ease with the “gay” label. It seemed that there was some other sexual orientation that was unexpressed, some other place he fit that no one even knew existed, much less how it might be labelled or defined. When Jake’s round bottom nudged gently against his steadily growing arousal, Gary’s heart seemed to burst within him. He felt that he’d found that place he’d been looking for all of his life. Here it was - this delicate, ethereal creature right in front of him. Whatever Jake was, he was what Gary’s heart and body hungered for. He was a “Jakesexual”.

He stood like an imposing, dumb statue in the middle of his his apartment, continuing to watch the living manifestation of all of the desires he’d never known he had. When Jake suggested he depart downstairs to let him tidy up, Gary nearly felt panicked. He didn’t want to leave this boy’s presence for even a moment. Jake was the rarest of creatures - like a snow leopard, or a white stag - and had wandered impossibly into his presence. Now that he was here, Gary was afraid to ever let this impossibly rare being leave his sight again.

He didn’t even have space enough left in his brain to protest or be embarrassed at the idea of a stranger he’d just met offering to clean his home for him. It was simply a thing that was happening, a thing he had no control over. He couldn’t possibly protest against anything Jake wanted.

When the boy’s shirt came off, Gary no longer had strength in his legs to hold up his own weight. He lowered himself into one of the chairs in the sitting area, from which he had a view of the entire living room and kitchen. His mouth hung open slightly, and he breathed raggedly, eyes raking over that smooth, soft, perfect, hairless skin, those little boyish nipples that (oh, goddamn!) looked so biteable! And the crowning glory was yet to come - the little peek of pink fabric above the waistband of his jeans when he bent over. Ladies’ underwear. He was wearing ladies’ underwear.

Gary’s hands tightened on the arms of his chair. His cock was so rigid and so hard, harder perhaps than it had ever been in his life. He was forced now to consider whether there was something perverse or wrong in the way he was reacting to this young prince(ss). When he finally found a ragged whisper of a voice, he spoke up:

“Jake... please... how old are you?”

 

[namowa]

“More near to twenty than you can imagine,” Jake said and pondered a while before continuing to say, “Nineteen years, eleven months and seventeen days, to be precise.”

He was proud that he would step into his twenties in a couple of weeks. Soon he would be out of high school and free as a lark. Free to come here, to this place that had welcomed him with an abundance of warmth and hope; free to spend some cherished moments at the cozy nook upstairs; and free for the happiest reason of all – to be more with this man who was slowly engulfing his mind like an advancing mist.

Jake had never felt like this before, never received the adulation and attention that could be as near to worship as this. Truly, that was exactly what Gary seemed to be doing in his small gestures and smiles. Jake could only warm up to him and be worthy of his worship. How he wished to forget the years of rebuke and taunts, of the horror and scars that he had been through.

Twenty! He recollected! How quickly he had moved on from being eighteen just the other day! It didn’t show in his physical appearance, with very little changes overall. But it had become more pronounced in the changes that took place in his mind. He was now sure of himself and what he wanted in life and confident to move in that direction. And almost certainly, he had Gary by his side for comfort, if needed. At least, he hoped he had, unless he had misunderstood the man completely.

He began with what he voluntarily wanted to do and he was pretty serious in doing the work that he had taken upon himself. Tidying the kitchen was easy, for the area was the smallest and had the minimum of items that needed his attention. The cups that Gary left in the sink were quickly washed and Jake felt happy about it.

But the sitting room was difficult for different reasons altogether. Not that he disliked the work. On the contrary, he was enjoying it thoroughly. Yet, his attention was diverted time and again to the condition in which he found Gary while he attended to his work. There was hardly a moment that he wasn’t ‘caught’ watching Jake and each glimpse only revealed the big man’s increasing arousal. Jake’s initial uneasiness at this realisation was quickly overcome with a need in himself and he visualised the man’s arms around him when he would finish tidying the bedroom. He looked once again at Gary’s strong hands that clutched the armrest with thick fingers but Jake was overcome when he saw the bulging hardness that almost wanted to tear out of the man’s wornout jeans. There could be no doubt in his mind that it was almost like a raging bulll, desperate, jumpy and throbbing. A fire was all but ready to ignite in Jake himself and he feared its outcome. The sensation in his loins was becoming increasingly difficult to contain and he knew he needed to pull away. Not that he didn’t want to proceed or prolong with what was certain to follow, but not now. May be later, before he left for home, if it came to that. Only they, Gary and he, would know when their moment of surrendering to each other arrived.

“I need to go to the bedroom,” was more a half hearted information than seeking approval, as Jake tromped away. This was his way of escaping from immediate surrender. Gary was quick to follow.

Jake was taken aback by what caught his eyes inside the bedroom. The mess was more than what he had expected but he didn’t squeal. He began tidying the room while Gary stood at the door. A picture frame beside the bed showed Gary as a much younger man, clean shaven with thick hair that was neatly brushed and wearing a tweed coat with a white shirt and a rather colorful tie. Yet, to Jake, he was far more attracted to Gary in how he looked now.

“You know what, my mom says that a bed should be well taken care of, for it is here that we are born and here that we die,” Jake smiled broadly before he continued to complete his mother’s words, ”and it’s here in bed Gary, that we make love.”

Jake could feel the sudden throbbing of his unpretentious offering that lay within the confines of his soft pink panties as soon as the words ‘make love’ escaped his lips. He couldn’t hide the small hardness that erupted on his jeans from Gary’s probing eyes.

 

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Nineteen years, eleven months, and seventeen days.

The statement rang through Gary's head, encouraging the edges of his mouth up into a smile. It was such a charmingly childish thing to think of one's age down to months, weeks, and even days. He scarcely remembered how it had felt to be so young that the approach of each new year was something eagerly anticipated to the point of counting down the days. Childish. Jake was a boy far more so than a man, no doubt about that, but managed to radiate with childlike innocence and intense sexuality all at once, making Gary feel so agonizingly tempted toward sin. But what sin? The boy was legal.

Legal.

The word seemed to illuminate for certain now what Gary wanted... what he needed. Having a guest in his home was not a concern of legality. Wanting to strip down that guest, drag him into his bed, taste every inch of his bare, milky skin, and press his own voracious cock into whatever orifice might be willing to accept it... that would be a concern of legality if the boy were not nineteen years old... and eleven months, and seventeen days.

And if he were not... willing.

How willing would young Jake be, this gorgeous teenager - yes, teenager! - prancing temptingly about his apartment, cleaning up Gary's messes and unselfconsciously put the irresistible femininity of his youthful body on display? Was this a game? Was it real? Was this a deliberate, carefully orchestrated temptation? If so, Gary couldn't help but wonder, why him? Middle-aged, graying, bulky, hairy, clumsy, and gruff, what could possibly be appealing about him to such a gorgeous, ethereal, young creature?

As the boy's work went on, Gary noticed more and more that Jake was noticing him, and certainly couldn't miss his thick, incessant bulge. It only seemed to spur the teen to continue his elegant movements. He was enjoying being watched, Gary was quite certain. He wanted to be seen, wanted to be appreciated. And, oh god, Gary certainly could appreciate him. He could appreciate the hell out of him.

Gary's eyes combed over the front of the boy's jeans when he could get a chance, for he thought he could make out a bit of a shape there. It was subtle, and maybe only wishful thinking on his part, but... if they were both hard....

Jake announced that he was heading into the bedroom. Gary forced himself at last to leave the chair, a bit unsteady on his feet still as he trailed after the lad, as embarrassed about the state of his bedroom as he was desirous of the boy's presence. He didn't want to scare the boy, didn't want to presume, or push, or invade his personal space uninvited, but the longer Jake stayed in his home, the more Gary felt as if he needed this boy as much as he needed air to breathe.

An array of tingles broke out all over his body as Jake spoke the words "make love". His hands twitched, wanting to reach for the boy. His eyes found the gentle rise in the snug little jeans - not large, but unmistakably aroused. There was a penis inside those jeans, no doubt barely contained within the cute pink panties he'd seen only a delectable hint of, and it was engorged and stiff... it was hard... for him.

He felt his own beast surge with excruciating, white-hot need. Never had Gary felt a desire so strongly. He sank down onto the bed where Jake had freshly smoothed out his sheets and arranged the covers. He sat on the edge, knees spread wide. The thick bulge of his cock was trapped against one muscular thigh. He looked up at the beautiful boy - not far up, for even with him seated the petite lad did not stand much taller - and licked his lips.

Gary felt almost certain that if he made some move to follow his urges, that he would somehow spoil everything. He didn't belong in this scenario. A scruffy old slob like him didn't belong in the same context as a gorgeous, flawless, seductive teenager, and yet, here they both were, and Jake was making no move to leave him.

"Please," Gary uttered at last, his trembling hands raised in a supplicating gesture. His heart hammered at a dizzying pace when Jake responded by moving closer to him, standing between his knees. Taking this as permission enough, Gary moaned aloud, finally voicing a mere hint of the pounding, aching need within him as he looked Jake up and down, inhaled his perfumed essence, and leaned closer, still smelling. His huge, thick hands rested ever so gently at Jake's hips, touching only his jeans at first, and then, when there was no protest, they crept upwards, touching the soft, bare flesh of the boy's narrow torso. He was so small... so, so small. Gary's large hands wrapped around his little waist, his fingers almost touching. So delicate, so soft, impossibly soft. His hands were rough and callused from years of labour, and he worried he could damage this pure, soft, delicate skin just by touching.

Gary moaned again and leaned even closer, letting his nose reach within an inch of Jake's slender neck, and inhaled, shivering. He met the boy's eyes and silently begged, his lips trembling, still holding his little prince(ss) by the waist as gently as his huge, rough, clumsy paws could manage.

 

[namowa]

Jake was filled with a bag full of emotions when he had completed tidying Gary’s apartment. For one, he felt a deep satisfaction and pride in having fulfilled what he had set out to do. For another, there was a growing expectation that Gary would be freely appreciative of the changes for the better that had come about; not just in words but with something much more added as a bonus. But the one emotion that stood out now was of desire, an unrestrained hot desire in his frail, feminine frame. This was one emotion that he had never felt earlier for any man, definitely not for a woman and definitely not to this extent. He stood uneasily at a distance, uncomfortable at his growing hardness and the small mound that had taken shape. His tight jeans exaggerated that mound, giving it an almost oval shape that wouldn’t have escaped Gary’s attention. Jake wondered if he should cover it with anything, even hands if needed, not knowing why he wanted to hide this terrible weakness when, till now, he had roamed without a worry, naked above the waist with the intriguing elastic band peeping out over the waist.

As Jake looked the other way in an effort to hide his own arousal and desire, he heard a word that made him turn towards Gary.

“Please,” the big man had said, sitting on the edge of the clean and neatly made out bed with his thighs apart and beckoning Jake to come nearer. Jake stood mesmerized for a while looking at Gary and his parted legs, the bent knees and the bursting hardness of Gary’s manhood. It was impossible for him to ignore the invitation and the space within the man’s knees sucked him in. Slowly he stepped inside.

As he stood at the point of no return, he heard Gary moan. It was obvious to Jake that the man had a need that wouldn’t stop before it was satiated. In his own state of arousal, he concluded that it had to be similar with how he was feeling himself.

Jake didn’t have to wait long. Almost instantly, and as soon as Jake stood so tantalizingly close to the big man, he had placed his enormously large hands on Jake’s hips. The effect of those hands even over the coarse fabric of his jeans was electrifying for Jake. And then, before he could even gasp, these hands had moved over to run along the naked areas just above his jeans till they came and encircled his thin waist. A broad thumb pressed into Jake’s belly button, pushing down at the place with a subtle pressure, perceptible and purposely. This unknown sensation of a man’s touch was driving him over the boundaries of ecstasy and he began whimpering softly. He was mad for his touches now, wanting him to delve and probe more and more into the areas that were his very own and so intimately private. There was no lack of desire and passion even though Jake was inexperienced in the area of sex and sexuality. He was just as eager as anyone. Only nature made him crave for it differently. So he waited and watched.

Gary didn’t disappoint. There was no intention on his part to hold back, thought Jake, as he watched the man bring his head nearer to his neck, only to breathe in deeply. There was no doubt in his mind that he was inhaling the fragrance and sweetness that he was covered in. The perfume hadn’t left him, not even after the physical effort that he had put in for the past half an hour or more.

Jake felt a trifle awkward now. Should he initiate the next stage of what they had begun. He pushed away Gary’s body softly, placing both his hands now on the man’s flannel covered shoulder.

“Am I supposed to unbutton your shirt?” he asked innocently, “Isn’t the place a bit too warm to keep wearing this?” Were these the right questions for him to ask, he wondered. Gary said nothing and Jake imagined that he wanted him to proceed.

As he went about unbuttoning the man’s shirt, the man’s chest opened out in front of Jake. He was taken in by what he saw and how different this man was from him. The man was big and brawny, and he had the thickest growth of hair that he had seen on a man’s chest for a long, long time. This was a real man, so conclusively virile, so impossibly attractive. And Jake was so different from him, with not a strand of hair on his entire body, so slim and thin, and so thoroughly feminine.

Jake placed both his hands on Gary’s naked shoulder, seeing and feeling the manliness that spread out in front of his eyes. Gary in turn gripped Jake by his small tight butt curves, squeezing them first and then brought up his hands to the buttons and zip that held up his jeans.

Jake could now only wait. For, soon, those pair of rough hands would have pulled down the jeans that he was wearing to reveal the pink, lacy, frilly panties and the few spots of his leaking wetness to announce his arousal for this man.

 

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The scent on this boy was beyond intoxicating. He'd been sweating a little, and Gary was tempted to bury his nose in one of those bare armpits, drinking in the mixed fragrance of his perfumed sweetness and his natural odours. It was a combination that drove him wild.

He wasn't sure how to react when Jake suggested removing his flannel shirt. He was certainly sweating himself, and now especially conscious of his large, hairy beast of a body. Gary wasn't sure whether to be nervous or relieved when Jake's delicate little fingers began unbuttoning him. He held his breath, watching the little one's reactions. He didn't seem at all put off or disgusted - in fact, the boy seemed fascinated, even pleased. Gary felt the touch of the boy's soft hands on his broad shoulders and couldn't resist sliding his hands around to Jake's bottom. Damned if it wasn't the most luscious thing he had ever laid his hands on.

He needed to get closer. He needed to. His thick fingers fumbled with the opening of those slim fitting jeans, and finally revealed a few inches more of the feminine pink garment beneath. Gary breathed raggedly. He leaned in and pressed a hesitant kiss directly onto the soft, bare expanse of flesh between Jake's bellybutton and the upper hem of his panties, the scruff on his chin stimulating the youngster's sensitive skin.

"Tell me to stop," Gary whispered, his breath passing over Jake's bare flesh. "Just tell me to stop."

When Jake didn't, he tugged his jeans by the belt loops and pushed them all the way down. Jake stepped delicately out of them, now standing before him, magnificently, in nothing but girly panties.

"Oh my god..." Gary gasped, his eyes fixating on the rounded bulge of the boy's small but hardened cock, and the mess of wet spots on the soft pink fabric, telltale signs of intense arousal. "Oh my god!"

Gary shifted forward, so his butt was right at the edge of the bed, and gripped Jake by his narrow waist once more, pulling him close and enfolding the small, irresistibly soft body in his thick arms, pressing their fronts together - Jake's tender and hairless, Gary's rough and bushy. Gary felt the slight prod of Jake's arousal against his lower belly and trembled with need.

He stood, towering over the boy, and slid one of his arms down behind Jake's thighs, leaning him back until Jake was off of his feet, and suspended entirely in Gary's muscular arms. Gary hefted him up - he seemed to weigh hardly anything - and turned around, laying him as gently as he could on the bed, like a slumbering princess.

"You... are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen," Gary breathed, crawling onto the bed and leaning over him, his knees propped on either side of Jake's legs. He stroked his silky hair, massaged his scalp, and bent down to have another good sniff at him. He submitted to his earlier temptation and lifted one of Jake's slim arms, pressing his nose into the teasing bareness and slight damp of his underarm. He inhaled deeply and groaned with desire. This boy took hold of all of his senses, drawing him in on the most primal of levels. He moved up to press a kiss to Jake's precious pink lips, pink like his toenail polish and his panties. He tried not to overwhelm the boy, but so much of him wanted to just devour this tempting morsel. He pressed the bulk of his own enormous arousal, still trapped inside his own jeans, against Jake's humbler bulge.

 

[namowa]

What’s that he said? "You... are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."

Was it true? Did he mean it? Jake couldn’t believe his ears. The only words that kept reverberating were from the past. The ‘Miss Pretty Face’ taunts and sneers were too vivid and recent to forget. But these words, the ones he just heard from his man? So intensely romantic and so thoroughly convincing, as if he meant every word he said from somewhere deep within. Jake could easily be an Ann Darrow to this giant of a man, this hairy beast that had thick fingers and large, rough hands holding his slender arms and thin waist, with short brown and gray hair and stubbles that didn’t seem to bother him in the least. And the man made no pretension to show that he was truly and fully smitten by Jake in the little time that he had got to know him.

Jake almost fainted the moment he picked him up as easily as a doll, his hairy hands creating a sensation on his now naked thighs and back as never before. He had closed his eyes in a trance as his body ached in want, knowing fully where the man wanted that intimate togetherness between them to take place. Jake loved every moment of their arousal, each complementing the other in that search. He could only stare in awe when the man raised one of Jake’s hands and sniffed the exposed moistness of his clean, shiny armpit in a very erotic gesture. Oh my god, what’s he doing, thought Jake? He squirmed once, as he lay on his back with just his soft panties on to cover his nakedness, watching this man intently and waiting for his caresses. He was not disappointed when he continued to shower him with those expressions and he responded in his own way.

Jake’s soft pink lips were quivering faintly, knowing that it was just a matter of time before they would be covered with the fleshy yet so alluring lips of Gary. And when finally he did plant his pair on his, Jake could only part his own in desire, allowing his breath to rush into and cover his man’s face. Much as he may have thought of in his dreams and fantasies, he never thought a man’s kiss could be as heavenly as it felt to him. It was his first kiss and truly an experience in the variety that it offered, almost a kaleidoscope of love and sexual feelings. Searching at first, it went on to become tender, openmouthed, wet, breathless, wild and torrid. But each moment only made them crazier for the other and they searched passionately together again and again.

Jake had his arms around Gary, pulling him as near to him as he could, feeling Gary’s strong arms around his back pulling him in. He had pushed in a tongue inside Jake’s mouth, feeding and tasting his saliva, while Jake was sucking on the rough slurpy tongue that nibbled the insides of his mouth. He was moaning in the love of his man’s kisses. The stubbles on the man’s face rubbed in sharply on his soft cheeks, but there was more pleasure than hurt. He loved every bit of it.

“I don’t know what’s come over me but I know you are my man, my hairy hungry beast who wants to devour me,” he said passionately and seriously.

Jake could feel the hardness that pressed into him, mentally wondering how big that organ would be and the thick hairy jungle that it was likely to be shrouded in. He was eager to have a peep underneath the jeans and whatever else the big man was wearing. He wished Gary would take those off and let him hold his cock and brush it along his soft cheeks. Just thinking about the size and shape made Jake’s arousal increase a few notches and he dug his nails into Gary’s back. Unlike his toe nails, his finger nails didn’t have nail polish on them. Nor were they too long. But his fingers were shapely and slender, like an artist’s. He didn’t know if digging his nails had hurt Gary but he was helpless and unapologetic in what he did. He scratched his back sharply, wanting to assert his right on the man, just like the cat that went about asserting his by being beside him …. always.

“You are mine, all mine,” Jake wished to cry out. “And I’ll hang around these rooms, nestled within the pillows of your bed or snugly sitting on the cushioned chair where you sit and read, waiting for you to come upstairs now and then and hold and pet me in the manner that only you can. I’ll be just like the white furred cat of yours….. an adorable pet.”

Yet, no words really escaped his now swollen lips as he remained embraced within Gary’s arms. He could hardly hold himself now, writhing and tossing in bed, knowing that his panties was in a mess with the constant leaking from his smallish yet hard penis. Unless it was taken off soon, it would most certainly be soaking wet.

 

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Gary's hunger seemed to be climbing higher and higher, spurred on to dizzying heights as young Jake accepted his aggressive kisses and pushed his sweet little tongue back at him in kind. The taste on this boy was beyond tantalizing. He needed him with a gnawing, unbearable, all-consuming need.

The boy's words seem to come slowly at him through a haze.

"...you are my man, my hairy hungry beast who wants to devour me...."

Gary couldn't believe his ears. And he couldn't believe the delicious passion he felt from the youngster's fingernails, raking tantalizingly across his back. Gary arched, responding in a catlike posture, pressing himself against the boy's hands as if to throw himself more fully into the pleasing scratch. The force of those little fingernails was pure pleasure and joy, and he wanted more, more, more.

"Kitten!" he breathed. "Doll baby...."

He fingered the boy's fine, soft hair, and cupped his fair and blushing cheek, which looked like porcelain and felt like precious silk. His supple young skin drive Gary wild. He leaned down to kiss that blushing cheek, and even lick it.

"Yesss," he hissed gently into the boy's ear. "Yours. Your man. All of me. So hungry... oh god!"

Finally Gary tore himself away from the youth's delicious little body so he could free himself up a bit more. He rolled onto his side and pulled open his jeans, kicking them off as efficiently as he could, along with his shoes and socks, leaving him in only a set of rumpled flannel boxers that were now absurdly tented. He rose up onto his knees next to the lad, gazing down at him, and hesitated. He didn't want to scare the sweet, tender creature with his thick, monstrously stiff cock. He was also raring to see his little doll baby completely bared.

Gary left his boxers on for the time being and reached down, his eyes flicking between the damp, pink, rising fabric and the boy's pretty blue, hungry eyes. He finally let his fingertips settle upon the little bulge and gasped, feeling it twitch at his touch, he passed a thumb over the outline of the tip, wetting the callused pad of his thumb with the boy's eager spots of precum.

"Oh...," he whispered, almost whimpering. "Ohhh!"

He touched Jake more firmly, fingers examining the modest length of his hardened shaft, and then the soft little marbles of his testicles below, like a pair of luscious grapes, ripe and begging for plucking.

How was it possible this was happening? Gary still felt he must be doing something wrong, and yet it was so, so right. His large eyes seemed to beg for permission as he slipped one finger beneath the top hem of those pink panties and drew them slowly down, letting Jake's hardness leap up toward him.

"Oh god!" Gary moaned, mouth watering at the sight of the boy's bareness, removed of all hair, smooth and soft and hard, damp and tempting, a sweet, eager shaft of drooling flesh he could so easily fit in his mouth, and two balls, pink and blushing, snug up against the base of that excited cock. Gary was frozen here, unsure if he could proceed further without a request.

 

[namowa]

‘Doll Baby and the Hairy Beast.’

What an intriguing and captivating title, almost seducing attention! So appealingly similar to the ones that he had loved and read when he was younger. And now, here was Jake, engulfed in this unforgettable fondling by his own adorable beast!

Jake looked on as he lay mesmerized on bed, pampered and deluged with an unending show of passion from the man who was crouched over him. From stroking his hair to holding his cheeks and kissing them or even licking them - every action was an arousal to Jake. Everything that the man did only stoked his own raging fire and he longed for more, much more. These touches, much as they were welcome, were hardly adequate for him now. ‘Craving’ is sometimes tagged with a sense of nonfulfillment and frustration but, almost always impatience forms a part of it. In Jake’s case, with his arousal soaring beyond his own belief, he could hardly keep his emotions in check.

His panties had turned into just a wet cover by now, the wetness having spread beyond his modest and humble bulge. Desperate as he was for Gary’s hands to feel and hold what he possessed under his panties, he could hardly wait. The beast would have to feed his hunger fast. Or else, Jake would have to helplessly abandon his shyness and beg to be taken.

Yet, even in the stage that he was in, Jake couldn’t prevent the man from freeing himself and rolling over beside him. Although the purpose was clear to Jake, he was unable to bear even these few moments of isolation. He was breathing heavily within his parted lips, his body wriggling in a crazy show of his growing lust for this sturdy man. He was no Greek god, but to Jake he was synonymous to ultimate virility and raw manliness that he admired and craved for. And he kept watching the big man who had quickly reduced himself to his boxers and the enormous tent that had formed within. To Jake’s immense relief, Gary was beside him again and, in the kneeling position that he now rested, Jake could only stare at what he had still left covered underneath the boxers. To Jake’s enormous excitement, the man stretched a hand towards him.

Jake was visibly shaking in excitement now, waiting for those hands to hold what he wanted to give. He cared a damn if it was called a penis. To him it stood for his sex, his very own sexuality and his ultimate inborn femininity. It is that which he wanted to give to Gary – his true identity, what he thought of himself and what he felt.

The first touch of those thick fingers at the edge of a big, rough and hairy hand was electrifying. He could only look down at the fingers as these sized up what Jake had to offer to his man. These exploring touches could only increase Jake’s need and his penis throbbed and pushed against the fabric, wanting to tear away and be within this man’s naked palm. He kept looking at the man, softly moaning as this loveable beast toyed with his erotic sensations almost teasingly. Jake found his panties to be a hindrance to what he truly wanted at that moment and each moment of delay was becoming unbearable.

It was in this state of his arousal, when he was desperate and unable to hold himself any further, that he saw Gary hold the hem of that one single piece of garment and pull it down. Strange as it was to him, he couldn’t look at the man immediately. Yet, the man’s deep breathing and exclamations made him feel so much desirable and wanted.

At the corner of Jake’s mind it bothered him that he was not endowed with something that was at least a trifle larger. For his leaking, glistening shaft was less than four inches even in this extremely aroused state and Jake was uncertain if Gary had wished for something a bit longer. For the moment though, this piece of his delicate body, danced and jumped in absolute freedom right in front of his man’s face. The pair of cherries that dangled just below and the surrounding area was without a trace of hair, just like the rest of his soft body. There was something absolutely erotic in this hairless presentation and Jake always took personal care to ensure this shiny, gleaming appearance.

With the man sitting on his knees beside him Jake waited for his touches again but none came. Instead, he could hear the man’s groans and whimpering as his eyes roamed over Jake’s now exposed intimate areas. Jake looked at him, surprised and unsure why he stopped when his eyes were so full of lust and desire and his mouth drooling in hunger. Down below, the man’s boxers, with the bulge still in place, had become as wet as Jake’s had before he was parted from it. Jake could wait no more. He had this enormous urge to feel him and know him. He was almost ashamed that his was nowhere near what the man possessed.

“I’m sorry that I am not exactly what you may have wanted,” Jake’s voice trembled as he spoke at last, “but this is all that I am … all that I have. I am so sorry to disappoint you.”

Jake looked at Gary’s face, wanting to know the effect of his words on him. It was not difficult for Jake to notice that he was listening to his words by rotating his eyes between his lips and shaft. If there was any feeling of disappointment, Gary had not revealed it. Rather, his face had slowly lowered to Jake’s swaying cock and the precum oozing endlessly from the tip. Jake held it steady by holding it with both his hands. He could almost sense what the man longed for and this was Jake’s way of saying that he was welcome to go ahead.

 

[tamgreen]

Gary's eyes widened at the sweet boy's words.

"What?" he gasped once he could finally get his head together, completely caught off guard. He tore his eyes away from the gorgeously naked cock and balls in front of him and met Jake's beautiful eyes. "You're apologizing? No... don't you dare! There is nothing... nothing... disappointing about you, doll baby. Everything you are... every last little inch of you... is everything I want in the world right now, don't you see that?"

Gary drew his arm down Jake's, placed a hand over his for a moment, and then moved on to the tip of his cock, glistening, tempting, pink and fresh and so hard, yet delicate. His fingertips ran over that wet tip, picking up plenty of his slick precum, and Gary smiled widely at the way his touch made the boy gasp and squirm. His pink panties were still trapped around his thighs, so Gary quickly slid them off, tugging them down, down, and finally over his delicate little feet. He examined the garment briefly, so girly and so fragile in his large, rough hands. It might as well have been made from gossamer or ash, a thing that could be destroyed by a careless touch from his manly hands. He pressed the damp, pink fabric to his nose and inhaled Jake's most intimate aromas, exhaling with a pleasant shudder.

He finally placed the scrap of fabric aside so that he could attend to his tiny lover, waiting so anxiously, almost writhing with want, on his big bed. Gary shifted so that he was between Jake's legs, and looking straight down upon the throbbing centre of his sexuality - such a small, modest, delicate little thing representing such an overwhelmingly erotic force. Gary was absolutely in love with that tiny cock at once, and leaned down at last, settling his broad front upon the bed with his scruffy head right between Jake's slender, hairless, porcelain thighs. He gently coaxed Jake's tiny hands away from his cock and held them within his own as he reached down with his mouth, extended his large tongue, and lapped experimentally at the tip of that eager, twitching, drooling cock.

His mouth filled with the salty and sweet, delicate flavour of the boy's own juices and, now thoroughly addicted in the space of a single instant, he took in Jake's cock fully, closing his lips around it and effortlessly enfolding it within his hot, hungry mouth. He curled his tongue around that throbbing shaft, sucked, slurped, devoured him. He pressed his nose right up against Jake's lower abdomen, and extended his tongue, lapping broadly at the boy's balls even as his entire cock was encased in Gary's mouth. It was the most erotic, most sensually arousing, most beautiful and delicious moment of the big man's life, and it was an effort for him to keep from eagerly humping the mattress beneath him. He moaned in uncontrollable pleasure, the deep vibrations of the noise humming through Jake's most sensitive parts.

He finally looked up to meet Jake's shining eyes, and the expression in his own was purely love, desire, joy, and satisfaction.