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Subject: Apartment Boys – Chapter 2: Jahmal Apartment Boys – Chapter 2: Jahmal Before I begin this story, there are a few things you need to know. First: This story will have moments that feature boy/man sex/love, if this is something that displeases you, please rethink why you’re on Nifty in the first place and leave. Second: If you are breaking any laws as legislated by your country, state and or municipality by being here, or are a minor, then do the right thing and high-tail it out of here. Third: If you enjoy this story and would like to leave a comment or appreciative response, please feel free to email me at ail and I will get back to you. Any flames or criticisms that are not constructive will be deleted. Fourth: You can help keep Nifty free while letting your favourite Nifty Authors know that they are appreciated. Please consider donating some pocket change (or more) to Nifty. You’ll be glad you did. Click the link below to make a Donation. http://donate./donate.html And now, onto the story 🙂 But first, the last part of Chapter 1 ————————— Eventually, I resigned myself to the fact that we’d never see each other again. And really, I thought, why should we? Nothing was ever gonna happen between us and it really would be unhealthy for me to fall in love with an eleven year old. I mean seriously, what the fuck was I thinking! I doubt he even liked me. I was however, grateful for the moments we did have and would think of them often. If only I hadn’t kissed his young penis maybe things would have ended differently. The next morning and afternoon proved to be uneventful as well but later that evening, as I arrived home from doing the groceries, I noticed a small piece of paper jammed into the edge of my door. I took it from the door and opened it. It looked like a kids’ handwriting with the message “SAUNA TONIGHT 8 J”. I quickly went into my apartment and closed the door, making sure it was locked. My heart was beating quickly as I re-read the note over and over again. I didn’t want to get too excited in case this wasn’t for real, but what else could it be? I quickly put my groceries away and made a light salad for supper. It was only 7PM and it was all I could do to wait for an hour. I decided to go to the sauna a few minutes early and was grateful that it was empty when I got there. I positioned myself in the corner and just had on my trunks and a towel. I then started to get a little paranoid. “Maybe the note wasn’t from Jahmal? Maybe it was some kind of trap? Maybe he told his mom all that transpired and she’s gonna confront me wearing a wire!” A bunch of thoughts like these flooded my mind and I almost got up to leave. I’m glad I didn’t though as a minute later the door opened and Jahmal walked in. A huge smile spread across my face. “Jahmal!” I called out to him quietly. As he closed the door I could tell that he was getting his eyes use to the dimness of the sauna. Then as he saw me he broke into a big smile and waved. He quickly walked over to where I was sitting and sat down beside me. —————————————- I don’t think I had ever been this happy to see anyone in my life and while I found it to be a good sign that he wanted to sit next to me, I didn’t want him feeling uncomfortable – I had learned my lesson – so I slid away from him just a little. He looked up at me and smiled. I returned his smile with an even bigger one of my own. “OH MY GOD Jahmal. I’m soooooo happy to see you again!! How’ve you been? Is everything ok? What have you been up to? Have you been swimming?” I wanted to know everything. Even though it had been roughly only a week since I last saw him it seemed to so much longer. He shifted his body a bit so he could look at me better and I did the same. “I’m ok,” was all he replied as his body shifted a little more towards me. I was about to ask him if that was it! I mean DUDE!! It’s been like a week!! I held back though as I felt he had something on his mind that he needed to say…and I wasn’t wrong. Looking at me with somewhat sad eyes he said “I’m happy to see you too. I…I miss you!” I wanted to cry, but kept it together. I wanted to snatch him up and give him the biggest hug, but I kept it together. I wanted to kiss his forehead and those sweet, sensual lips, but I kept it together. “I missed you too buddy,” I replied back with a big smile. “You did?” he softly asked in his cute boy-voice. I nodded my head vigorously. “Of course Jahmal. It’s been a crappy week and most of it was crappy because I wasn’t able to see you.” “Really?” I could tell he was rather surprised and without thinking I moved closer to him. Our legs touched and without thinking I reached for his hands which he slipped into mine. Our eyes met as I gently spoke. “Yes really. Like I told you last time we were here, I really like you. I mean, really, really like you. So when I am unable to see you, I can’t help but feel sad which makes me miss you even more. I…I hope that’s ok?” I could tell he was processing what I had said and before he could speak, I continued. “Look Jahmal, I know you’re a kid and only eleven…” “Almost twelve!!” he interjected. I chuckled. “Ok, almost twelve.” He smiled. “So even though you’re almost twelve, that doesn’t matter to me. I think you’re a great person no matter how old you are, and seriously dude, it’s not like I wanna marry you, I just really like you…a lot!” Jahmal giggled a little and as our eyes were still locked in an ocular embrace, he smiled and said “I really like you too.” My heart burst with love – or like – as my smile grew wider. Now it was my turn with the one word replies. “Really?” I asked. Jahmal nodded. “Awesome!” I exclaimed. “So wait…” I felt giddy and wanted to have some innocent fun. “Do you just like me or do you just really, really, really like me?” Jahmal giggled a little more and I could see a weight being lifted from his young shoulders – metaphorically speaking. He nodded quickly a few times and as he did so, I threw up my hands above my head in mock celebration. “Hallelujah!! Jahmal likes me…he really, really, really likes me.” Jahmal started to laugh, loudly, and his cute, pre-pubescent voice made the laugh all that more endearing. He looked so happy and boy-ish that I continued on. Throwing my hands up again I asked no one in particular, “But does he really, really, really, really, really like me!?” The boy’s laugh continued as he energetically nodded his head up and down. His laughter was contagious and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I started laughing hard as well, and as my sides started to hurt – in a good way – I leaned closer to Jahmal and lightly kissed his forehead. It wasn’t planned, believe me, but the heart wants what the heart wants and at that moment, I wanted to kiss his forehead. Still heartily chuckling, Jahmal leaned his face towards mine and did the same to my forehead. Not wanting to break the mood I threw my arms back in the air and in my best Sunday TV preacher voice said out loud, “Thank the good Lord, he kissed ME! He really, really, really, really, really DOES like me!?” Jahmal’s body – which was only decked out in a thin t-shirt, board shorts and flip flops – was now shaking uncontrollably with laughter and as he bowled over, grabbing his tummy, I saw the sauna room door open as two older Asian guys all decked out in Bermuda shorts and colorful towels walked in. Our laughter greatly subsided and Jahmal quickly scooted over beside me. The two older gentlemen apologized for the interruption as they sat down across from us. They immediately started into a deep, but loud conversation in their native language and I gave Jahmal a “Whattaya gonna do” shoulder shrug. He nodded and then motioned me to bring my head closer to his. “Can we go somewhere else?” he asked in a whispered tone. I nodded and tapped the back of his shoulder. We both got up and started walking to the door, which caught the attention of the remaining sauna users. I waved bye and said “It’s all yours.” They smiled and bowed a little while saying something I couldn’t understand. I just gave them a blank smile and a nod as I stepped towards the door. Once in the changing room, Jahmal and I waited for a minute or so for our eyes to once again get accustomed to the bright lights. As we did so, I asked him where he wanted to go. “I dunno,” he shrugged. “Hmmmmm…can we go to your place?” And then it dawned on me. “Shit…I mean…uhm…crap! Where’s your mom? Does she know you’re here with me?” Jahmal looked at his feet and shook his head, his cute short dreadlocks following the back and forth motion of his head. “Ok…that’s ok. Does she at least know that you’re not home?” Jahmal looked back up at me and – with a wry smile – told me, that he told her, that he was going to a friend’s house to play at the park. “Plus”, he continued, somewhat excitedly, “She’s going out tonight with her friends and I’m supposed to be home before eleven so she can call me…but then I can stay up as late as I want.” “Thank you mama,” I thought to myself and then came up with an idea. “Ok…since you’re supposed to be out with a friend, do you think you would be comfortable coming back to my place?” “Your place?” he asked, looking at me somewhat surprised. “Ok…maybe that’s not such a good idea…so let’s…” Jahmal snuck his hand into mine and as he studied the way our hands clasped together nicely, he simply said “Your place is cool.” I gave his hand a slight squeeze and nodded. “Ok young man, my place it is.” Jahmal let go of my hand and as he turned to make his way to the door, I stopped him. “Let me go out first to make sure your mom is not around. Just in case…” He nodded and as I looked out into the hall, the coast was indeed clear. We quickly made our way to the elevator and thankfully there was already one on the floor. Pressing 12, I asked Jahmal what floor he lived on. The 17th turned out to be the floor and I was thankful when the elevator passed the 17th floor without stopping. When the elevator doors opened up to the 12th floor, I asked Jahmal one last time if he was cool with coming in. He nodded and then quickly jumped out of the elevator and ran to my door. This surprised me for a moment and then I remembered that of course he knew where I lived, ’cause he was there earlier dropping off a crumpled note for me to read. As I opened the door, I waved Jahmal inside and within a moment he was walking around my pad checking things out. He seemed to like my stereo and I asked him if he would like me to put on some music? He shrugged. I took that to mean “maybe”, so I just turned on the receiver and chose a popular music radio station on a low volume. “Gimme a second,” I asked Jahmal, as I quickly darted into my bedroom to throw on a t-shirt and shorts. As I walked back into the living room I watched Jahmal intently as he looked through all my books and magazines as one would at a library or book-store. It was like a dream having him here in the flesh so to speak. “Do you like to read?” I asked. He nodded and then plopped down on my couch. Not knowing what to do, I sat down on the chair opposite him. I wanted to make him feel as comfortable as I could and I thought that maybe sitting beside him on my very comfy couch would be a little too intimate. “Hopefully later though!” I thought to myself. There was a little awkward silence as we looked at everything in my apartment instead of each other. I then asked him if he would like a soda and, somewhat uncharacteristic of him, he gave me a hearty thumbs up instead of his patented shoulder shrug. “Done” I told him as I got up to walk over to the kitchen. Just then, two loud knocks sounded from the front door. Jahmal and I quickly looked at each other in surprise. I walked up to the door. “Who is it?” I asked as I stood a small distance from the door. A female voice responded. “It’s Mrs…ohhhh…it’s Jahmal’s mother Mr…uhhhh…Jerry? We met a few days ago and…” Her voice trailed off in my head as I turned to Jahmal who was on his feet and looking quite scared. Glancing around the room I motioned for him to get into the bedroom and to close the door. Thank God for small apartments as it only took him a few seconds to hide himself. I quickly walked back to the door and peered through the peep-hole. Sure enough, there was Jahmal’s mom, looking quite nervous herself. “One second please,” I shouted as I tried to muffle the loud beating of my thumping heart. “Why the hell is she here?” I wondered as I steadied myself for some serious confrontation. I tried my best to look quite casual as I slowly opened the door. She spoke first. “Oh hi Jerry…” “Jeremy,” sakarya escort I corrected as I bade her welcome. “Jeremy? Oh I’m so sorry…I…” I waved my hand as if to say “no worries” and asked her if she wanted to come in and sit down. She nervously said “no thanks” as she walked in, did a quick look around, and then sat down exactly where her son was just sitting a minute ago. “Can I get you a soda or water or…” “No no. I’m good,” she said as crossed her arms in front of her then immediately uncrossed them. Clearly she was uncomfortable but, as she wasn’t chastising me like the last time we met, I figured that that was a good thing. As I sat down opposite her, she started to speak. “Look Jerry…uhhh…Jeremy…sorry…I’m uhhhh…I’m not a woman who usually gives a damn about how other people think of me, but I feel I owe you an apology.” I said nothing so she continued. “Look…you see…well…damn, I thought this was gonna be easy.” I gave her a small smile which seemed to help her feel a little more at ease. “Look…the other day, when I yelled at you for talking to Jahmal…you do remember Jahmal don’t you?” “If you only knew” I wanted to say, but instead just smiled and nodded. “Well, let me tell you, it’s not easy being his moms. I mean don’t get me wrong, I love that boy to death but sometimes, well, you know…they grow up so fast. Do you have children of your own Jeremy?” “Nope. I was married for many years but my wife didn’t want to give up her life for ‘the children’ so we never had any. But I think I know what you’re saying.” She appeared to be getting a little more comfortable and as she was about to continue, she asked for “that water” I offered her a few minutes ago. I got it for her and as I sat back down, she continued. “Well anyway…it’s only been me and Jahmal since his father left a few years ago. He’s been all that I live for and he’s why I work as hard as I do. I only want the best for him, but it’s been hard and…” I felt that she was about to break down and cry but she kept silent for a moment as she took a deep breath and composed herself. She then looked up at me and I was immediately reminded of Jahmal, they had the same shape and light brown eyes. She continued. “So anyway, you know, I’m trying to protect him and keep him safe ’cause it’s – pardon my French – fucked up out there. I mean once he…well…” She stopped and like her son, I could see she was thinking about what to say or not say. “Well, Jahmal was almost taken advantage of when he was younger and if I hadn’t shown up when I did, I don’t know what the hell would have happened…that mother fuckin’ piece of shit!!” My eyes widened. “Oh no…not my son…that other guy…that PEDO FUCK…” She was clearly distraught and I now understood the depths of her not trusting me, not only as a possible “pedo fuck” stranger but also as a man. And although I would never do anything to hurt Jahmal, or do anything against his will, I did want to share many intimate moments with him if at all possible, which obviously validated her concerns. The irony of him hiding in my bedroom while she was just around the corner was not lost on me and I thought I should quickly wrap this up so as to not tempt fate anymore than we’ve already done. “I understand your concern Mrs…?” “LaQuanda. My name is LaQuanda,” she informed me. “Yes. Well. As I was saying, I totally understand your concern and believe me when I say that it was not my intention to, uhhh…now pardon my French…piss you off. We just talked and…” LaQuanda raised her hand to cut in. “I know. Jahmal told me what y’all talked about and yes, while I was pissed off at you at the time, Jahmal told me how nice you were to him and how helpful you wanted to be with his swimming. That boy LOVES to swim and lord knows, I’d rather him spend as much time as he could swimming than having him out on the streets getting into God knows what!” I smiled at her. “I understand LaQuanda and honestly, your son is a great swimmer and seems to be really dedicated to being the best swimmer he can be. Who knows, he may even qualify for full school scholarships in the future, given the chance” “Really? You think he’s THAT good?” I nodded and replied “I do indeed.” I wasn’t just buttering her up, I honestly did think that Jahmal’s swimming skills had what it took to introduce him to a very different – dare I say better – world that he might otherwise not have access to. LaQuanda stood up, walked over to me and extended her hand. I opened my arms for a hug instead, which seemed to confuse her for a second or two. Then she smiled wide and said “Ahhh, what the heck!” I chuckled and we hugged for a few seconds. She laughed and said, “I can see why Jahmal really likes you Jeremy, you got a good spirit and I’m good with you being his friend if it should come to that. God knows he needs more positive males in his life. That’s for DAMN SURE!” I opened the door and she walked out into the hall. Turning around, she had a big smile on her face. “I’m glad we talked Jeremy.” “Me too,” I replied as I waved goodbye. She returned my wave as she walked to the elevator. I softly closed the door and made sure it was doubly locked. I walked over to the bedroom and slowly opened the door. Jahmal was nowhere to be seen. “Jahmal?” I called out “Where are you?” His cute face popped up from the opposite side of the bed. “Is she gone?” he asked. I nodded. “Yup…she just left. You can come back out again if you want.” I was hoping that he would jump up on the bed and ask me to join him, but no such luck as he made his way back to the couch. I picked up his mom’s water glass and headed into the kitchen. “You want that soda now?” I asked. “Yes please,” I heard him say as he slumped down into the couch cushions. I brought it to him and, like earlier, sat in the chair opposite him. He took a few sips of the soda and then looked over at me. Once again I saw that he was working something out in his mind. “You can sit on the couch if you want to” he said. I raised my eyebrows in mock disbelief. “Really? You’re cool with that?” He nodded his head and chuckled. “‘Cause you know, now that I know that you really, really, REALLY like me and now that YOU know that I really, really, really, REALLY like you…well…you know…things might happen that I can’t control.” My admittance caused Jahmal to giggle a little and as he continued to watch me, I quickly made my way from the chair to the couch, jokingly flopping down beside him. More giggles ensued from Jahmal as I playfully snuggled beside him. I leaned into him and gave his forehead a loud kiss. As I leaned back, Jahmal looked at me and quietly asked, “Was my mom mad?” I turned to look at him directly. “Mad? What do you mean?” “Well, you know…was she…mad. I heard some things but couldn’t hear everything she said.” I tenderly smiled at him. “Nah buddy, she wasn’t mad. Maybe the other day, yes, but not today. In fact, she hugged me before she left and she said that she was glad we talked.” Jahmal’s eyes widened a bit. “Really?” I nodded my head. A big smile came across his face. “Cool.” I smiled back. “Does that make you feel better Jahmal?” “Yup,” was his response as he took another few sips of soda. Silence once again found its way into the room but this time, it didn’t feel awkward, it felt quite comfortable. I let it engulf us for a few minutes then asked Jahmal if he “wanted to do anything?” “Like what?” he asked. “You know, like watch some TV or maybe even a movie?” He looked up at me and there was a look in his eyes that I had seen a week before in the sauna. It was a look that sent the tinglies all throughout my body. “Nah,” he replied, “I thought maybe we could…” He stopped in mid-sentence. I stopped breathing. At least it seemed that way. “Maybe we could what?” I quietly asked. “I dunno…I just thought that…” I leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips, then whispered in his ear, “Something like that?” He smiled and nodded his head. What the fuck was I doing!! I gently held his angelic face in both hands and quietly said, “Jahmal, there’s nothing more I would like to do than to be kissing you all over, but your mom told me that somebody bad…” I could feel his little body tense up. “That somebody bad tried to do stuff to you. Bad stuff…and I don’t want to do something that you wouldn’t want me to do. I wouldn’t want you to hate me!” Jahmal looked at me, his eyes peering into my soul. “He didn’t do anything that bad to me. Mom thought he was going to but he said he wouldn’t.” Jahmal’s eyes started tearing up and my heart melted. But, like his mom, he fought the urge to cry, and took a minute or so to compose himself. I waited until he seemed to have his emotions under control and then I caringly asked him if he was comfortable telling me what happened. I of course let him know that he didn’t have to and that I wasn’t going to make him tell me. Some things are best left buried deep. As Jahmal pondered my query, he started shifting his body to get more comfortable. After a few unsuccessful attempts he got up off the couch and stood facing me. I wasn’t sure if I should stand up as well but decided to just sat back and give him as much room as he needed. More than a few seconds passed and then he spoke. “I’ll tell you Jeremy. I don’t mind,” he said as he looked down at his feet then back at me. I gave him a gentle smile and didn’t say a word. I wasn’t sure if this was hard for him or not, but I wanted to make it as comfortable as possible. “Like I said, it wasn’t really bad, he just put his penis in my mouth and he touched my bottom a little bit. My mom came in though and caught him, so it was ok.” “Wow!” I remarked. “Were you scared? Did he try and force you…” “No, I wasn’t scared,” he replied. “I’m sorry you had to go through that Jahmal. It’s not nice when someone tries to make you do something you don’t want to do.” He nodded, then sat back down beside me. Our legs touched and I quickly moved mine from his. Jahmal reached for my thigh and moved it back. He looked up at me. “Don’t worry. It’s ok if we touch legs. It feels nice.” I nodded and said, “That it does my boy, that it does.” He smiled as he rested his hand on my leg. I didn’t move a muscle. I could feel the heat of his palm on my flesh and I wanted this feeling to last forever as his little hand started to slowly, and lightly, stroke the inner part of my thigh, close to my crotch. His eyes were transfixed on my private area and as he continued to rub my leg I heard him shyly ask “Jeremy, do you have a girlfriend?” I shook my head and answered “Nope!” A small smirk formed on his adorable face. Still looking at my crotch, which was now tenting the shorts I was wearing, he asked “Do you have a boyfriend?” I shook my head and then said “Nope!” His smile grew a little bigger, as did my erection, as his hand slid up my leg to rest on the bulge that was now plainly noticeable. Looking up, our eyes once again met and with a sly grin he asked me three words that I will never forget: “Are you horny?” I timidly chuckled. “Maybe? Why do you ask?” He giggled and patted the top of my hardness. “‘Cause it looks like you are.” Looking down at my crotch, I grinned. “So it does,” I chuckled. “Well my young friend, let me ask you a question? He slightly cocked his head a little to the right, curious as to what I was about to ask. “Do you have a girlfriend?” He shook his head. “Ok then. Do you have a boyfriend?” He giggled and said “Nope!” “Well now Jahmal, let me axe you another question…” I paused for dramatic effect and then asked “Are YOU horny?” Jahmal’s face lit up as he heartily nodded his head up and down. We both laughed. “Ok then little man…one more question if I may?” He nodded. I figured “in for a penny in for a pound”, so I asked him the one hundred thousand dollar question, “What do you like to do when you’re horny?” Jahmal grinned and made the universal hand motion for jerking off, which, as we all know, is recognized by both man and boy world-wide. I pretended to be very surprised. “You do WHAT!?” I asked jokingly. He brought his hand down to his crotch and once again mimicked jerking off. I grinned. “Oh…” I said, “You mean this?” I then did the same. Jahmal laughed and nodded his head. “Cool,” I replied. “I do that all the time!” Jahmal looked up at me and rolled his eyes. “Well DUH!” he said and then started giggling. “Why DUH?”, I asked him. “‘Cause we’re guys!” He exclaimed. “Oh I see. And ’cause were guys that means we gotta jerk off whenever we’re horny?” I asked. “Yup!” answered Jahmal. “Ok…that makes sense.” I said, wondering samsun escort if I should continue this line of questioning. It was as if he heard my most inner thoughts as looked up at me, reached back over my leg and rested his hand on my hardness. He gave it a small squeeze and as I playfully jumped up, he squeezed me again, this time with a bit more grip. “Careful Jahmal,” I said. “You might awaken…” I nervously looked around the room then back at him, my eyes wide and feigning fear. “You might awaken…THE MONSTER!!” As I said this I quickly reached over and started tickling him. Jahmal started squealing and kicking his legs out. His body shook and his flip flops fell off his feet. He tried reaching for me to tickle but I kept moving my stomach away from his outstretched arms. Then as I let him go he pounced on me and grabbed at my crotch like a small lion cub. “Free the monster, free the monster!” he kept saying as he tried unzipping my shorts. As we were both in an awkward sitting position, he couldn’t get a grip on my zipper and after a few fumbling attempts – which I loved – he sat back in his spot, panting a little from the “workout”. “Wow!” I responded. “What happened to that shy, cute little boy that was here a few minutes ago?” Jahmal grinned at me and replied, “He left the building.” “Thank God!” I jokingly said. “What!?” cried Jahmal as he mischievously pounced on me again. This Time I was able to hold him close to me as he playfully squirmed about. As his face was close to mine, I leaned in quickly and kissed him on his cheek. He giggled and squirmed some more, so I kissed him on the other cheek. He giggled again as I kissed his chin. The squirming became less as I kissed the side of his neck. I could feel his body ease into mine as my gentle kisses trailed down his neck to his shoulder which I kissed through the thin fabric of his t-shirt. I don’t know if it was own imagination, but I thought I heard him moan slightly as I pulled him closer to me. I then concentrated on the other side of his neck, softly kissing him all the way down to his shoulder. His smooth skin felt incredible on my lips, and as I kissed his shoulder, he stirred away from me a little. I looked at him and asked if it was “too much kissing?” He shook his head and then as if in a dream I watched as he slowly removed his t-shirt to reveal his youthful torso. His smooth and unblemished milk-chocolate skin was breathtaking and for the first time I got a good look at his luscious dime sized nipples which seemed to be hard and in need of some love. Our eyes locked and I cupped his face in my hands. As if we both shared the same intentions, I asked him in all seriousness “Are you sure?” It took him a few seconds but he nodded and silently mouthed “yes”. Then in a move I was not expecting, Jahmal “sealed the deal” as he reached for my t-shirt and started pulling it off of me. I lifted my arms and he got it over my head as I helped him with the rest of it. Both of us bare-chested, he leaned back into me as our torsos slid into each other. I resumed my kissing his neck and shoulders. Once again I thought I heard a low moan and decided to take that as a cue. “Hold on to me Jahmal, I’m gonna stand up, ok?” He nodded. With my arms holding him tight, his arms around my neck and legs wrapped around my waist, I stood up and carried him into the bedroom. I gently placed him on the bed and he scooted over so that there was room for me to lie down beside him. I honestly thought that he would up and run out of there, but instead, he turned onto his side facing me and propped his head up on his hands. I did the same and looked into his beautiful light-brown eyes. Leaning over, I kissed his sweet lips and he smiled. “So what now young man?” I asked. I thought he would shrug and say “I dunno”, but instead he delicately said, “I like the way you kiss me.” I smiled. “Really?” I asked. He nodded. “Well I like the way I kiss you as well.” Jahmal laughed and I leaned in to kiss him on the lips again. This time my kiss was little stronger. “Hmmmm…” Jahmal cooed. I couldn’t help but smile. I propped myself up and asked him to lay back. As he fidgeted with the pillow to get comfortable, I lightly kissed his mouth, his chin and his neck. Then, unencumbered by his t-shirt, I lightly kissed his smooth chest and small, but hard nipples. He giggled as I did so and jokingly I flicked my tongue across one and then the other which made him laugh out loud. I sucked a little of his left nipple into my mouth and I heard him moan softly. I then did the same to his right nipple eliciting the same physical response. As his pleasure was now my number one priority, I continued kissing his bare skin and found my way down to his cute innie belly-button. I kissed it and he giggled. “That tickles” he remarked so I did it again, which caused him to giggle even more. As I drew my mouth closer to the top of his shorts, I could see Jahmal’s protruding bulge and wondered how he was feeling. I looked up towards his face and was delighted to see that his eyes were closed and his lips slightly parted. He looked so insanely beautiful. “Hey sexy!” I softly called out to him. Jahmal’s eyes opened slightly and as he raised his head off the pillow to see me, he smiled. “Don’t go to sleep on me now,” I light-heartedly said. He chuckled as he closed his eyes again and started pretend snoring. I tickled his tummy and his eyes snapped open as he laughed and twisted his little frame trying to “get away” from my tickling fingers. I then placed my mouth on his stomach and gave him a raspberry which caused him to laugh even harder. I moved back up beside him and we once again propped ourselves up on our sides to face each other. “Well that was fun” I said. Jahmal nodded as his giggling slowly faded away. Then his sweet face took on a more serious visage as he gently asked me, “Do you really think I’m sexy?” My heart melted as I got the sense that he wasn’t digging for compliments but rather validation. I nodded. “You’re the sexiest boy…no wait…you’re the sexiest person I’ve ever seen!” Jahmal’s smile grew as wide as it could. “Really?” “Yes Jahmal, really. Swear to God! Has no one ever told you that you were sexy?” He dejectedly shook his head. “No girlfriend has ever called you that?” He sadly shook his head again. “Not even that stupid idiot who tried to molest you?” I asked somewhat hesitantly. Jahmal shook his head again. “No one has ever called me sexy. Especially that guy!” I leaned in and kissed Jahmal firmly on the lips. “Well my young friend, you better start getting used to being called sexy, ’cause that’s what you are! I have no doubt little man, that when you’re older, you’ll have a lot of girlfriends who will call you sexy.” He smiled. “Or…boyfriends…?” he asked timidly. I chuckled. “Most definitely dude! Lots and lots of boyfriends will be calling you sexy if that’s what you want. In fact, there are probably a few guy friends of yours right now masturbating to how sexy you are!” “Nah! Really?” Jahmal countered as he let out a cute giggle. I nodded my head. “Oh yeah dude, I’m sure of it! And you wanna know how I know?” He nodded his head vigorously. “Yes please!” “Ok, I’ll tell you, but you gotta promise that you won’t think I’m weird or anything like that, ok?” Jahmal nodded “ok”. “No! You gotta say ‘I promise’.” Jahmal gave me his most serious of faces and solemnly said, “I promise. Scouts honor!” “You’re a boy-scout?” I asked, quickly thinking of him in his boy-scout uniform. He nodded. “Ok then…” I continued, “I’ll tell you how I know. I know because I jerk off thinking about you all the time, and if I’m doing it, then I’m more than positive that your friends are doing it too.” Jahmal’s eyes were wide now and he looked at me in a way I can’t describe, but it felt to me like a good look thankfully. To be honest, I was more than a little nervous telling Jahmal my little secret. I mean, yes, here I was with him on my bed and almost totally nude, but still, I was sharing something private and intimate, and while I had a good idea about how he would react, one can never assume anything when it comes to boys and their sexuality. “So, does that freak you out?” I asked. Jahmal shook his head and grinned. “Nah, I think it’s cool.” “You do?” I asked him inquisitively. He nodded his head. I smiled. “Good! I was worried there for a second.” Jahmal chuckled and then began to ponder something in his head. A small grin formed on his face as he leaned closer to me and whispered “Can I tell you a secret too?” “Always Jahmal.” I reassured him. His whispered “confession” sent the tinglies up, down and throughout my body as he whispered “I did the same thing thinking about you as well.” I was speechless for a few seconds and then as he moved back, I leaned over and kissed his forehead. “Honestly!?” I asked in surprise. He grinned and nodded. “That’s so cool. Did it feel good?” I asked. “Fuck yeah!” he blurted out as if to say “DUH!” “Wow Jahmal. I don’t know what to say except that I am deeply honored that you jerked off thinking of me. That’s so awesome!” Jahmal’s smile was huge now and it was him this time who leaned over to kiss my lips. Then, as he looked straight into my eyes, he asked lustfully, “Did I make you cum when you were jerking off about me?” Now it was my turn to respond with a “DUH!” Jahmal smiled. “Tell me what you were thinking about when you were jerking-off.” I was a little thrown for a loop – in a good way – and wasn’t sure if I should reveal my most intimate thoughts to this sexy but still, almost twelve year old boy. “Are you sure you wanna hear what I was thinking? You may not like it.” Jahmal nodded. “I wanna hear…please…” How could I say no to this boy! “Ok, I’ll tell you.” Jahmal smiled and snuggled into me. I shifted a bit so that I could put an arm around him, pulling him in even closer. “Ready?” I asked. I felt his head nod. “Ok then. Here goes nothing.” I responded as I began telling him my most intimate thoughts. “When I was jerking off I was thinking of how sexy you looked and how awesome it was to be with you that night in the sauna.” I paused for a few seconds. “That’s it?” asked Jahmal. “Nope! There’s a lot more if you’re sure you want me to continue?” “Yes please,” was his response, so I continued. “Well Jahmal, since jerking off is all about make-believe, I was fantasizing about how nice it would be to kiss your naked body all over from head to toe including your penis and balls and bum.” I felt Jahmal’s body shift against mine as he moved his body back to where he was lying a few minutes earlier, his head on the pillow. “Too much information?” I asked with a small chuckle as I lay down beside him as well. He looked over at me and said, “No. I like what you’re saying…go on.” “Cool,” I replied as I continued on. “So fantasizing about kissing you all over made me feel really good…and…” “What else?” asked Jahmal. “Well…lemme tell ya…” I replied. Jahmal chuckled and said “Ok, sorry…” “No worries. So anyway…I also fantasized about having your cock in my mouth as I slowly sucked you off until you couldn’t take it anymore and had to cum in my mouth…” It was at that point that I felt small shakes coming from Jahmal’s side of the bed. I looked over at him and could see that once again his eyes were closed and lips slightly parted. What I wasn’t expecting was seeing the oh-so-hot image of Jahmal’s hand inside his shorts yanking on his cocklet. I gasped, which caused Jahmal to open his eyes as he quickly removed his hand from his boyhood. He seemed to be embarrassed y being found out, so I softly told him that it was ok to be doing what he was doing. It was natural and I reminded him that we were guys and when we’re horny, that’s what we do. “A sexy young boy taught me that!” I added. Jahmal chuckled and nodded his head as if to say “damn right!” “Do you want me to continue fantasizing? It looked like you were enjoying my thoughts.” I asked. Jahmal nodded and as I was about to continue I had an idea. “Ok Jahmal. I’ll continue…but…if you want to play with yourself, at least do it right and take off your shorts. I’m sure your little guy will feel so much better out in the open!” “Little!?” Jahmal jokingly cried. “Sorry Jahmal…I mean your big, fat monster of a cock!” We both laughed and as Jahmal reached for the button of his shorts, he stopped, a huge grin appearing on his face. He looked over at me and said, “I’ll do it if you will!” The astonishment on my face caused Jahmal to giggle and once again I was at a loss for words as it took me a few seconds ankara sarışın escort to process this turn of events. “Ok Jahmal. I guess that makes sense since they are MY jerk-off fantasies, don’t ya think?” Jahmal’s head vigorously nodded up and down as his hand once again went for the button on his shorts. “Oh Fuck, what am I doing?” I thought as I did the same without hesitation. Within seconds we were both butt naked lying beside each other sporting serious wood! I took in Jahmal’s sexiness and felt his eyes on my hardness. “You like?” I asked him as I grabbed my penis. He nodded and asked me the same. Looking at his three and a half inch erect boy-cock I shook my head. “Nope,” I replied. “No!?” Jahmal asked disbelievingly. I laughed. “Nope. I don’t like it…I LOVE it!” Jahmal smiled and laughed as he reached for his dick. He started slowly jerking himself and then looked over at me, his innocence now given way to horniness and desire. “Continue please…” I nodded. As I began describing my most deep fantasies about Jahmal, I also started to jerk myself off trying to match his rhythmic strokes. “So, like I was saying before I was rudely interrupted…” Jahmal giggled, “I was fantasizing about sucking your big, fat monster of a cock…” More giggles, “…off until your cum shot into my mouth and down my throat.” I heard Jahmal moan loudly. It was the best sound I ever heard which resulted in my picking up the pace on my cock as I continued. “I would also fantasize about you sucking me off as well Jahmal, and that you loved how I would cum all over your body.” Jahmal’s moans began to get louder and more regular and as I looked over to see how he was doing, his small hand was furiously pounding his boner. Sensing that I stopped talking he let out a groan that said “More!” “After I finished sucking you off in my fantasy, I would then pick you up in my arms and kiss you all over again until I got to your bum. You made me so horny that all I wanted to do was to make passionate love to you…” Jahmal’s moaning quickened as did his breathing. I felt that he was nearing his much needed release because at this point so was I. I let out a few moans of my own as I felt my climax beginning to rise up. “I would then ask you if you wanted me to make love to you, and you would say yes. Still in my arms, I would take you into my bedroom, place you softly on the bed, this bed, turn you over, kiss your butt-cheeks and lick your bum-hole…” Jahmal started to lustfully whimper as his approaching orgasm loomed ahead. “…then I would ask you once again if you wanted me to fuck you and you would tell me ‘YES!!’ before I lovingly slid my cock inside your sexy ass. I would then slowly fuck you…until…I…until…we…uhhhhh…until we…cum…together…uhhhhhhh…” You couldn’t have timed it better as both Jahmal and I let out a final, loud moan followed by our respective orgasms. I fired off a volley of ropey sperm followed by another, and another, and another, and another. The feeling was too much and as I glanced over at how my dream-boy was doing, I saw that his belly had some boy-fluid running down the side of it. His cock-head was wet as well and I was kind of surprised and impressed that he could have a wet ejaculation at his age (but you know, kids mature at a faster rate these days it seems). I then looked at his face and saw that his eyes were still closed and his mouth wide open as the sound of tiny gasps filtered up through his vocal chords. Without thought, I quickly leaned over and kissed his lips. Jahmal’s eyes flung open and he kissed me back, hard. His arms wrapped around my shoulders as he pulled me closer to him. I could feel his young body still shuddering from the explosive orgasm he just experienced. Reacting purely on instinct, I gently slipped my tongue into his sweet mouth and softly probed his tongue with my own. His tongue responded in kind and I wondered if this was his first introduction to French Kissing. Somehow I thought it might not be. We stayed this way for what seemed like hours but sadly was only minutes. As I felt his arms slowly drop from my shoulders, I moved away from him and lay back down. I felt him lift himself up and then I heard “WOW!! That’s a lot!” I raised my head to see Jahmal staring at the volume of my cum as it had drenched my cock, balls and pubes. I laughed. “Yeah well…that’s all thanks to you youngin’!” Jahmal replied “Cooool”, and without any prodding from me, reached for my cock and balls, smearing his hand with my spunk. “Ewww…” he joked as he wiped my jizz onto his leg. “Like I said dude, you can’t blame anyone but yourself.” We both chuckled and then he lay down beside me. “Is that they way it always is?” he asked inquisitively. “It is when I think of you!” I replied. “That’s so cooool!” he said. I nodded and then started getting up. “Where you going?” he asked. “Just to the bathroom to get some tissue so we can clean ourselves.” He nodded and I did just that. As I walked back into the bedroom I was happy to see him still in the same position. He looked so beautiful lying fully naked on my bed, a nice chubbie between his legs. If only fantasy could be reality I thought as I handed him a few tissues, then snatched them back from him before he could take them. He gave me a “what’s up?” look and I warily asked him if I could clean him up? He thought for a moment and then nodded. Not wanting him to change his mind I quickly sat down near his lower body and took a tissue from my hand. I was surprised at how much boy-juice he let go, and remarked “Damn Jahmal…you let loose a lot as well. How long have you been able to cum like that?” He smirked and said, “For about a few months!” I told him that “I was truly impressed” as I brought the tissue down to his hairless pubic area to slowly and gently clean up his boy-jizz. He giggled a bit as I wiped the cum off his semi-hard cock and smooth, but still full balls. Still feeling horny and, figuring that we maybe had crossed an unspoken barrier, I turned to him and asked if I could just kiss the tip of his cock-head. He could say no obviously and it would be cool by me. He looked at me for a second and then nodded. The tinglies returned throughout my body as I leaned over and kissed the tip of his boy-hood. He smelled of boy and cum and I was once again intoxicated by his beauty and lack of inhibition. As my mouth retreated from the tip of his cock, Jahmal let out a small whimper which made me smile. My smile widened as I heard him ask “if he could do the same?” “You want to kiss MY penis?” I asked in surprise. “No silly,” he laughed, “Can I clean you up?” I chuckled and said “Oh…yeah sure…but only if you want. Don’t feel like you have to…” “Lie back down” he ordered, grinning. I did what he asked and he scooted over to my pubic area. His arm reached out and I handed him the remaining tissue. He gingerly cleaned the top of my cock and slightly hairy pubic area, even making sure to lift my cock in order to wipe the underside. Then he gently dabbed the tissue around and on my balls so that all was clean. Feeling that he was done I said “thank you” to which he nodded. He then snapped his fingers. “Oh…one more thing” was all he said as he lowered his mouth to my cock-head, kissing the top of it. I jokingly clutched at my heart! “Oh my God!! Take me now Lord, my life can’t get any better!” Jahmal laughed hard and then got back down beside me. His arm draped over my stomach and his head nestled into my chest. I leaned down and kissed the top of his head as the realisation hit my like a ton of bricks. I was in love with this kid who was almost twelve! What the fuck was I gonna do? “Who knows” I thought, but I’m not gonna worry about it now. I kissed the top of Jahmal’s head again and he cooed, snuggling more into me. “So…uhhhh…that was fun!” I said. Jahmal nodded and replied “Yup!” as he eagerly lifted himself a little. “Can we do it again!?” he asked excitedly. I jokingly gasped. “Now!?” I asked. He nodded vigorously and as I was about to say “fuck yeah!”, the responsible adult part of me chimed in. “Let’s see what time it is first Jahmal. Remember, you need to be home by 11.” “Shit!” he replied. “I almost forgot. What time is it now?” “Lemme check” I said as I moved over to get off the bed. As I stood onto the floor, I heard Jahmal whistle and say “nice ass mister!” I quickly turned and looked at him. He was kneeling on the bed, his dick back in his hand. I laughed and shook my ass a bit. “Thanks sir, you as well.” Jahmal giggled as he stood up cautiously on the bed, trying to keep his balance. He then turned around and shook his perfectly round bum at me, which caused him to fall back on the bed. I laughed, and in mock outrage, shook a finger at him. “You’re gonna get me in all kinds of trouble if you keep that up young man.” He laughed and I couldn’t help but notice that his cocklet was once again hard as a rock and flat against his tummy. “Ahhh the joys of youth” I thought as I looked for my watch. Finding it on the kitchen table, I was startled to see that it was 10:53PM. I quickly walked back into the bedroom and told Jahmal the time. In somewhat of a panic he jumped off the bed and grabbed his shorts and underwear, which he hastily put on. Then he ran into the living room, put on his t-shirt and slipped his feet back into his flip-flops. “I better get back home. I don’t want to get into trouble!” He said as a clear look of disappointment spread across his face. I conveyed the same disappointment but said that I understood. I didn’t want him to get in trouble either! Then a smile came across his face as something clearly dawned on him. “Can I come back after my mom calls?” he asked, quite excitedly. I walked up to him and kissed his forehead. “Of course Jahmal. You can come back as often as you want!” He quickly hugged me and then walked towards the door. I unlocked it for him and walked him to the elevator. Making sure no one was around, I gave him one last kiss on the lips before the elevator doors closed. And then he was gone. As I went back inside my apartment, I looked around and cleaned up a bit. As I changed the bed sheets, my erection returned with a vengeance as I replayed the evening’s events in my mind. To be honest, I wondered if all of this really happened. As long as I had been a boy-lover, I never thought in a million years that I would ever meet a boy like Jahmal, much less share some wildly, intimate moments with one. But I just did. Fantasy had become reality and as I finished making the bed, I heard a small knock at my front door. I ran to it and quickly opened it. Standing there, looking as sexy as ever, was Jahmal. I quickly ushered him inside and closed the door. “Wow Jahmal. That was fast.” “Yeah. As soon as I got home mom called.” “Cool,” I responded, but then he frowned. “I can’t stay Jeremy. She’s coming home soon and I gotta be there when she gets in!” He looked upset and I couldn’t blame him. I felt the same way, but I kept it inside. “That’s ok Jahmal. Better not do something that you, or me, will be sorry for later.” He nodded and then smiled. “But I’m ‘visiting’ my friend tomorrow” he said as he flashed air-quotes at me. I smiled and hugged him. “That’s so cool. I know your ‘friend’ will be more than happy to see you again.” “Ya think!?” he replied in his “DUH!” voice. I chuckled. “Yup! Ok scamp…you better head on home. I’ll see you tomorrow. Same time and place?” “8PM. Sauna?” he asked. I nodded and then, as he smiled, he once again walked to the door. Reaching for the door-knob, he turned to me with a big grin on his face. “Jeremy?” “Yes Jahmal?” “Are you going to think about me tonight?” he asked as he mimicked jerking off. I laughed, loving the fact that he was getting more comfortable with me. “I’m honestly not sure buddy. You took a lot out of me tonight and I need my beauty rest. After all, I’m not almost twelve ya know!” He laughed. “Well, if you do, I want to hear all about it tomorrow night!!” And with that he shook his cute ass and walked out the door. I laughed, and then watched his sexy backside as he made it to the elevator. I waved to him as he got on the elevator and he waved back before the doors closed. Then, once again, he was gone. To be continued? ———————- If you enjoyed this story and would like to leave a comment or appreciative response, please feel free to email me at ail and I will get back to you. Any flames or criticisms that are not constructive will be deleted. You also may like my series titled Jason and Me which can be found at https://www.//gay/adult-youth/jason-and-me/ or the precursor to this apartment boy story fty//gay/adult-youth/tyler-time/ And remember, this is just a work of fiction and should not be tried at home!! Play safe! Jer Copyright 2019 — No part of this story can be used without the express permission of its owner. Thank you.