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helpyoufly2010-11-09 06:14 pm
windychimes) wrote in helpyoufly2010-11-09 06:14 pm
Pederasty (Abyss; Van Grants)
Title: Pederasty
Word Count: 605
Character: Van Grants, unnamed adolescent
Warnings: Pederasty (sex between an adult male and an adolescent male)
Note: Non-penetrative sex
Pederasty; it was a practice Van never had a chance to take part of, though he had been told of it many times. When he was young, he never quite understood it, but assurance from the older boys was enough to keep him from questioning.
It wasn’t until he began to train the new recruits that he started to understand.
Van was always willing to give guidance to the recruits; many of them were young, just barely over twelve, country boys who wanted to make their families proud. Through tough training sessions and homesickness, Van was kind and understanding, always there to lend a helping hand and give sound advice. He showed them how to fight and defend, and at the beginning that was enough. When his relationship solidified with a special few, he took them under his wing for more dedicated training, as was customary.
The first time had been nerve-wracking for him, though he had kept a calm demeanor, if only for the sake of the boy. Wrestling was a common part of their strength training, and Van often found himself admiring the boy as he struggled under him, whimpering and writhing. He was a bit younger than the other boys, only thirteen, but he had come far enough in his training that it was time to move on to something more.
The boy knew, too, and with shaky hands he began to undo the bindings of his trousers.
“You don’t need to push yourself,” Van had told him, voice low and soft. The boy nodded, pants sliding down past his hips. “Lie down, I’ll show you what to do.”
It was pleasant to hold the boy against his chest, trousers still around his thighs. The boy was curled against him, blushing face hidden away. Van kissed his forehead first, testing his reaction, and at the pleased sigh he made Van tilted to his head up to kiss his lips. Eagerly, and a bit messily due to his inexperience, the boy kissed back. Van’s fingers explored his chest and stomach, pleased as he felt muscle developing under his still soft skin. Even more pleasing was the boy’s reaction to the touching, his cock hardening as Van stroked his body, the member no longer flaccid from fear and shame.
Van was careful as he reached down to cup the boy’s balls, just testing his response for now. A slight twitch was the only negative response, and the boy’s whimpering moan was enough to encourage him further. Van wrapped his hand around the boy’s cock, still undeveloped and nearly small enough to fit just in his palm. It took only a few strokes before the boy came, perhaps do to inexperience or perhaps he had not yet started masturbating; his high wail, so needy and wanton, was almost enough to make Van orgasm on his own.
It wasn’t until later, however, that Van would be able to come. Fisting his cock as he masturbated vigorously, he wouldn’t last much longer as he pictured the boy beneath him, writhing and moaning and pleading for his cock. And as Van trained more recruits, he would find that such a thing was not uncommon, so many of them spreading their cheeks to expose their tight young holes, begging to be sodomized.
He often enjoyed the many boys that came to him for training, though that first boy would be his always favorite. As much as he loved how pliable the other boys were, how easy and willing to serve they were, that first boy’s tenderness and uncertainty would always have a special place in Van’s heart.
Word Count: 605
Character: Van Grants, unnamed adolescent
Warnings: Pederasty (sex between an adult male and an adolescent male)
Note: Non-penetrative sex
Pederasty; it was a practice Van never had a chance to take part of, though he had been told of it many times. When he was young, he never quite understood it, but assurance from the older boys was enough to keep him from questioning.
It wasn’t until he began to train the new recruits that he started to understand.
Van was always willing to give guidance to the recruits; many of them were young, just barely over twelve, country boys who wanted to make their families proud. Through tough training sessions and homesickness, Van was kind and understanding, always there to lend a helping hand and give sound advice. He showed them how to fight and defend, and at the beginning that was enough. When his relationship solidified with a special few, he took them under his wing for more dedicated training, as was customary.
The first time had been nerve-wracking for him, though he had kept a calm demeanor, if only for the sake of the boy. Wrestling was a common part of their strength training, and Van often found himself admiring the boy as he struggled under him, whimpering and writhing. He was a bit younger than the other boys, only thirteen, but he had come far enough in his training that it was time to move on to something more.
The boy knew, too, and with shaky hands he began to undo the bindings of his trousers.
“You don’t need to push yourself,” Van had told him, voice low and soft. The boy nodded, pants sliding down past his hips. “Lie down, I’ll show you what to do.”
It was pleasant to hold the boy against his chest, trousers still around his thighs. The boy was curled against him, blushing face hidden away. Van kissed his forehead first, testing his reaction, and at the pleased sigh he made Van tilted to his head up to kiss his lips. Eagerly, and a bit messily due to his inexperience, the boy kissed back. Van’s fingers explored his chest and stomach, pleased as he felt muscle developing under his still soft skin. Even more pleasing was the boy’s reaction to the touching, his cock hardening as Van stroked his body, the member no longer flaccid from fear and shame.
Van was careful as he reached down to cup the boy’s balls, just testing his response for now. A slight twitch was the only negative response, and the boy’s whimpering moan was enough to encourage him further. Van wrapped his hand around the boy’s cock, still undeveloped and nearly small enough to fit just in his palm. It took only a few strokes before the boy came, perhaps do to inexperience or perhaps he had not yet started masturbating; his high wail, so needy and wanton, was almost enough to make Van orgasm on his own.
It wasn’t until later, however, that Van would be able to come. Fisting his cock as he masturbated vigorously, he wouldn’t last much longer as he pictured the boy beneath him, writhing and moaning and pleading for his cock. And as Van trained more recruits, he would find that such a thing was not uncommon, so many of them spreading their cheeks to expose their tight young holes, begging to be sodomized.
He often enjoyed the many boys that came to him for training, though that first boy would be his always favorite. As much as he loved how pliable the other boys were, how easy and willing to serve they were, that first boy’s tenderness and uncertainty would always have a special place in Van’s heart.
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WHAT THIS SAYS ABOUT ME
I AM NOT SURE
I really like the ambiguity that you have here, though, where you're not using a pairing so much as this thing that Van himself has.
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Thanks ♥
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And it's all your fault~
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