A Man of Innocence

Jack smiled weakly at me. He looked confused and a little scared, I don’t think he knew how to say what he wanted to say. He began to flex his hands together his shoulders and arms popping with nervous energy. “Did you love Curtis, too?” I asked, the silence unnerving as I waited for his response.

“Yes, Curtis said our love was special, and that we can’t let anyone know or they’ll take our love away from us. I was good, and I kept quiet, but Curtis went away anyhow. I guess I didn’t love him good enough!” He whispered. His words sounded like the soft hum of the wind, blowing the rain through the cottonwoods outside the bedroom window. Jack was crying! A shiny trail of tears fell from his sleepy brown eyes and ran down his cheek, clinging like a gem on the tip of his strong chin.

I put my arm around his shoulder. I thrilled at the power, the sexual energy I felt under the gray sweatshirt. I longed to lift his arms, pull the shirt from his mighty torso, hold him next to me in a lover’s embrace. Jack slumped down, and lay his head in my neck. I felt his warm breath on my cheek. “It’s nice to have friends. You like having friends, too?” He uttered in my ear; “Can you be my friend, Evan?”

My heart burst. I wiped the tear from his cheek with a kiss. He responded, his rosy lips pressed firmly against mine as we held each other close. This was not child-like. He held me like a man, pressing hard against me, insistent and unyielding. If I had any thoughts that I was somehow taking advantage of Jack, raping his innocence, they were quickly forgotten. He was completely aggressive with me, and I shook with excitement as he pushed me down on the bed. His damp hair smelled clean and manly. I felt his powerful arms wrap around me, pulling me into his massive pectorals. I fumbled with his sweatshirt and finally pulled it over his head. He chuckled and kissed me again. 

“Curtis showed me how to be a boyfriend. You want me to show you?” He said. With that, he rolled off of me and opened my pants. They came off quickly, and he began to jerk firmly on my erect cock. I snuggled against him, my face pressed into the firm smooth flesh of his chest, as he brought me closer and closer to orgasm. “Don’t do it yet, I have something else to show you!” He said with pride, like a kid showing off a new toy. 

He sat up, pulled off his sweatpants and sat naked beside me, beaming with pride. His cock was beautifully shaped, thicker at the middle, uncut and tapering towards an angry red glan. It was big. I mean really big. Maybe ten inches, fully hard and as stiff as a fire hydrant. It was crowned with an abundant mound of golden yellow pubic hair, soft and silky. My eyes must have shown how delighted I was, and he was so pleased with my reaction. We tumbled together on the bed like Greek wrestlers: skin against skin, arms and legs intertwined in passionate counterbalance.

My lips found his cock, and his mouth found mine. We pressed ourselves against each other and completed the circle. We were united like Yin and Yang. Jack was a marvelous contradiction: innocence and aggression, gentleness and dominance. His thickly muscled legs wrapped around my head, holding me firmly in his crotch as he pumped his cock into my throat. He held my ass, massaging it with his fingers as he pulled me deeper into his hungry mouth. I realized that no amount of birth trauma could damper his sexual desire, a lust that is innate and instinctual. Child or no, he had masculine desires that I was happy to fulfill. 

My balls ached to release, my dick swelled as I discharged my load of cum, erupting into Jack’s hot, wet mouth. He swallowed greedily, wolfing me down like a starving animal. I felt his penis throbbing in my own mouth as he sucked the last of the ejaculation from my inflamed cock.

“I know what else!” Jack jumped up without warning and gathered me up in his massive arms, carrying me to the upholstered chair. “I can be a good boyfriend. I like being your friend, Evan!” He said as he lay me face down across the back of the chair. I grabbed the arms and steadied myself. Jack jerked his dick a few times and pressed the thick shaft between my legs. His foreskin rubbed gently on my balls as he rocked back and forth behind me. I spread my legs to accept the man into my body. He lay on my back, holding me by the shoulders, and slid his cock forward until his head, slippery with pre-cum, forced my asshole open.

Jack grunted, his chest heaving against my back, his sturdy legs slamming his hips into my butt, his cock deep into my rectum. He was amazing. Licking my back, my neck, chewing on my ear as he poked his prodigious skewer into my prostate. I shuddered and came again on the brocade chair, dripping down the patterned silk to the floor.

“Uuhh, Uuhh... Evan, Uuhh...” Jack thrust his pulsating cock far into my gut, his body shuddering as his profuse load of cum shot deep into me. He pulled me off the chair and I stood impaled on Jack, his chest heaving against my back, his brawny arms enveloping my waist. I thrilled at his warm lips, pressed tenderly into the nape of my neck.

Jack never left. After that weekend, I signed the papers and became his sponsor. He left the group home, and moved his few belongings into my house, including his little yellow lunchbox. I can’t fully explain our relationship. It is the strongest love I have ever felt. Although he is extremely limited, he has been accepted by my group of friends and is, in fact, quite popular for his naive sense of humor.

Our lovemaking is always hot and fresh, child-like and ardent. His greatest pleasure is seeing me satisfied, which he is amply capable of doing! I admit I sometimes treat him like a pet. I forget that he is, ultimately, a fully grown man and not a puppy, but his sweet disposition and eagerness to please is so endearing I can’t help but ruff his hair and give him a treat every now and then.