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"So I just talk to them?" Jared said and looked down at the small desk, barely shielded by dividers from similar desks around him.
"Yes," the blonde woman, he thought her name was Miranda, answered. "It's pretty much a support hotline, and it's all anonymous. Decide what you want to call yourself, you're in no way obliged to tell them your real name. And don't answer with the hotline's name, just your own. It makes it easier for them."
"Okay, I can…yeah," he nodded.
"Don't you worry, it's kids that call, they really just want someone to listen to, and I'm sure you'll do great, with your history I think you will have better understanding of what some of them are going through. Just…let them talk to you. And talk to them."
"I can talk, I'm really good at that," Jared said with a smile.
"Oh and Jared," probably-Miranda said when she was turning away. "Thank you for volunteering, it means a lot to us."
Jared nodded and folded himself down into the chair, long legs barely fitting under the desk and he sighed a bit at the thought of spending the following three hours in the not too comfortable office chair but he pushed it away, he was there to help kids, and a few uncomfortable hours was worth it. He put the headset on and adjusted it until it sat right before he pushed the answering button to accept the call already queued up.
"Hello, you're talking to Jay."
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"Jay, bring more beer!"
Jared rolled his eyes but grabbed a few beers as well as the plate with steaks he was already carrying, Harley and Sadie dancing around his feet every step of the way. He wondered if they were hoping he would drop something, or were actually trying to trip him over.
"You guys could have helped me carry stuff," Jared said when he balanced his way out of the back door.
Chad looked up from where he was guarding the grill but he merely shrugged before he returned to watching the flames. Matt and Tom didn't even bother to look up from where they were splayed out in the grass, sunglasses protecting their eyes from the hot Texas sun.
"Remind me again why I let you rent rooms?" Jared grumbled when he managed to put the plate and the beers down without dropping anything, to the dogs clear disappointment.
"Better with the devil you know?" Matt asked and lifted his sunglasses, winking at Jared.
"Besides, none of us complain about you having the whole fucking basement to yourself," Chad pointed out and reached for the steaks, putting them on the grill and the smell of barbecue filled the air.
"You so complain," Jared pointed out but he was grinning when he handed out the beers to his friends. "It's all you ever do! But it's my house, so I get the basement. It's only fair."
The other three shrugged and opened their beers, clinking the bottles together before they took deep swigs of beer and even Chad sat down with the others in the grass, trusting the steaks to manage themselves. Jared looked around the backyard, his dogs and his bet friends all splayed out in the grass and he was just about to relax himself when the low sound of the door bell was heard all the way into the back.
"Oh fuck," was all Chad got out before Harley and Sadie were up, both of them barking and running back inside.
"Your mutts, your house, you're the one opening," Tom said and Jared knew better than to protest.
Grumbling to himself he got off the ground and put the beer down on the table next to the grill, knowing his friends it wouldn't be there when he returned but it was worth a shot.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming," he muttered when the door bell rang out a second time, increasing the volume of the dogs barking and yipping in front of he door. "Get back, get back you slobbery giants."
Jared opened the door and was met by wide, green eyes that stared up at him and then down at the dogs that were both trying to get past him to greet the stranger. Although, it wasn't a stranger, Jared was pretty sure he had seen the kid before, and he frowned a bit, looking down at him.
"Uhm..hi...Jason..right?"
"Jensen," the boy said in a clear tone, still eyeing the dogs warily. "I'm...here to ask if you maybe wanted to buy popcorn?"
Only then did Jared take in the boyscout uniform that the kid was wearing; a neatly pressed khaki shirt and green pants, a red scarf tied around his neck.
"Popcorn?" Jared said, something deep inside him screaming to stop stare at the kid in front of him.
"Yes, sir," Jensen said and despite still keeping half an eye on the dogs, he smiled up at Jared. "For the Boy Scouts. I'm gathering my merit badges and I need to..."
The words didn't really reach Jared's mind, all he could see was the green eyes lighting up when the kid started talking about his badges and how his plush, pink lips stretched to flash small, white teeth.
"Right, yeah, of course," Jared said, knowing full well they had plenty of popcorn in the cupboard. "Just let me get my wallet. And you two, back outside."
Harley and Sadie gave him wounded looks but they trotted back towards the door to the yard, both of them looking happier once they remembered the steaks grilling outside. Jared could feel the kid’s eyes on him when he went to grab his wallet from where he had left it on the counter in the kitchen and when he turned around the boy turned pink and looked down at his own feet in a way that was adorable and endearing.
"What flavors?" Jensen asked, clearly happy that he would get to sell something. "I got Butter, and Butter Light and Caramel, sir"
Jared couldn't stop his nose from wrinkling at the mention of Butter Light, he wanted his unhealthy snacks to be unhealthy, thank you very much.
"Caramel, two boxes."
Jensen's smile dimmed slightly and Jared didn't really know why he continued talking, he just wanted that radiant smile back.
"Never mind, make that four. And two Butter," he added when Jensen's smile turned brilliant.
"Yes sir," the kid said happily.
"Thank you, kid," Jared said when he handed the boy his money and accepted the boxes.
Jensen's smile disappeared in an instant and he pushed out his lips in a petulant pout even as he walked down to the little cart he had been pulling, loaded with boxed of popcorn.
"I'm not a kid," he pointed out. "I'm actually twelve."
Jared wanted to point out that with his twenty-three years, he was very much allowed to call Jensen a kid but the boy looked too offended for Jared to want to tease him.
"Sorry Jensen," Jared said and reached out to rest a hand on the boy’s shoulder. "Of course you're not a kid, my bad. I'm sure you have several merit badges as well?"
"More than anyone in my age group," Jensen said, smile back in place. "And thank you so much, sir, I hope that..."
"Jay," Chad called out. "Get your ass out here, food is done."
"Oh," Jensen said and looked around Jared toward the garden. "I'll just...thank you. For buying. From me."
The kid blushed and before Jared could say another word, the door closed behind Jensen and Jared was left with six boxes of popcorn and a memory of bright green eyes.
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"Jared," Miranda called out when he entered the center and started heading for his usual spot. "I just want to say awesome work the other day, you really seem to be a natural with the kids."
"Thanks," Jared said and sank down in the chair that was most likely comfortable for someone that wasn't as tall as he was. "Is it different working evenings than days?"
"A bit yeah," Miranda said with a nod. "For some reason we get a lot more of the sexual questions in the evenings, maybe it's easier to talk about in the dark. I honestly have no idea, but be prepared for it. It will usually mean that a lot more of the boys that call in, choose to talk to a male buddy, while the girls choose the females."
Jared nodded and tried to get comfortable before he reached for the headset and then he looked around the room, realizing that his small desk was the only one occupied.
"I'm the only one working?" he asked confusedly.
"No, the other volunteers work from the other room though, you're of course allowed to join them if you want?"
Jared shook his head, he liked his little desk and even with the darkness outside of the window, he preferred the room that actually had windows, the other room felt too much like a cell, even though it was bigger. Miranda smiled at him and disappeared to the other room, leaving Jared alone to put the headset in place before he pushed the button to answer his first call of the evening
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"Hello, you're talking to Jay."
At first he thought the line was dead, but then he heard a soft, hitched breath at the other end and he could almost see a scared kid, clutching the telephone.
"First time you call?" Jared asked softly. "That's okay, how about I talk and you just cut in when you feel ready?"
He wasn't expecting an answer, and soft breathing was the only thing he could hear on the other end, but at least he thought it was calming down some as he began talking.
"You don't really have anything to be nervous about, but I do understand you, I'm quite new here and I was very nervous the first time," he admitted."I have no idea why you're calling in, but if you're not ready to talk about it, you don't have to. We can talk about anything you want. Maybe movies? Have you seen the latest Pirates movie?"
Jared spent a few more minutes talking about the movies he had seen, or wanted to see, and he could hear the breathing on the other end slow down even more until a soft voice interrupted his tirade.
"I'm..." it started but went silent right away.
"Yes?" Jared prodded softly. "You're ready to talk to me now? How about telling me your name?"
"It’s Je...JR," the boy on the other end breathed out. "I'm JR."
Jared knew right away that it wasn't the boy's name but at least he had something to call him and that made things quite a bit easier.
"Hello, JR," he said. "Are you read to talk or should I go on talking?"
"I didn't like it," the soft, almost melodic voice said.
"What?" Jared asked and reached for a pen, turning it over between his fingers. "What don't you like?"
"The Pirates movie," JR said. "It's...the first one was better."
"Yeah," Jared agreed with a smile. "The first one was much better."
The boy fell silent and before Jared had the time to restart the discussion he heard a barely audible whisper reaching him over the phone line.
"I think...I might be gay."
Jared opened his mouth to give comfort, but he didn't have time before there was a click in his ear and the line went dead.
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The words rang in Jared's mind three days later when he was back at the center, calling back memories of when he himself had come to the same realization and how scared he had been but he was quite sure that the boy that had called in had been even younger than Jared had been.
"A boy has called, asked for you specifically," Miranda said. "I do hope he calls again, he refuses to talk to anyone else."
"JR?" Jared asked.
"Don't know, he didn't say a name, just asked for you."
Jared nodded and sat down in his chair, answering the first call but the entire evening he was thinking about the young boy, even though he didn't fully know why the shy, soft voice lingered in his mind. He couldn't help but feeling disappointed when the call never came
He put away the headset when his three hours ended, thinking bout JR and how the word 'gay' had been followed by the click and the static tone and when he turned towards the door he saw Miranda leaning against it, clearly waiting to have a word with him.
"He didn't call, did he?" Miranda asked softly.
"No" Jared admitted and got up off his chair. "And I'm not scheduled for another week."
"I have a suggestion," Miranda said softly. "It's not something we usually do, but this boy just wont talk to anyone else, and even though I don't know what it's about, my guess is that it has something to do with the reason you are volunteering here. If he calls again, we can forward it to your cell phone. It's not something you have to do, Jared, but can you think about it?"
Jared looked a bit confused about that but then he thought about the soft voice and the barely audible word and he knew he had to help the boy in some way.
"I could do that," Jared said with a nod.
"Thank you," Miranda said. "I didn't wanna say something, but he's called several times a day, I guess it was just bad luck he didn't call today."
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"Movie night," Chad grinned when he came out of the kitchen, beers in hand.
"Oh really?" Jared said and looked down on the movies splayed out on the table. "No High School Musical this time?"
"We agreed to never talk about that," Matt growled.
"And we're watching all the Pirates of the Caribbean movies," Chad said. "Wanna join?"
The mention of the movie had Jared's hand drifting down to his pocket, sliding a finger over the phone, thinking about the boy and he knew that the center would open the phone line within moments.
"Thanks, but I actually have homework to do," Jared lied smoothly and grabbed a beer before he headed down to his own basement apartment.
"You're no fun," he heard Tom call out behind him.
"Thank you for keeping an eye on the dogs for me," Jared responded and grinned when Harley and Sadie happily bounded out into the living room to annoy his friends.
Down in the silent apartment Jared picked up his phone and laid it on the bedside table before he lay down on the bed and looked at the phone. He couldn't really explain to himself what it was with the boy that stuck with him, but he was hoping that the phone would ring, had been waiting for it to ring for two days and he was well aware that he was ignoring his friends in favor of guarding the phone, but he really didn't want to tell them about the short discussion that refused to leave him alone. Jared hadn't really been aware of almost drifting off to sleep, not until 'Big Girl Now' started playing and he found himself almost dropping the phone before he could answer the call.
"Jared," he said, voice a bit gritty from almost-sleep.
"Jared, it's Miranda here, do you have time?"
"He's calling?" Jared said and sat up in his bed. "Let me talk to him."
"Thank you so much for doing this Jared," Miranda said and he could hear the smile in her voice before the line went silent for a few moments.
"Jay?" came a soft voice from the phone.
"Hey there JR," Jared said, wondering what the boys real name was.
"I called but you weren't there," JR said and Jared swore he could hear the boy bite his lip.
"Yeah, I'm at college, so sometimes classes and assignments get in the way," Jared said. "I'm sorry we missed each other."
They both drifted into silence but Jared didn't want to push the kid into talking, the boy had clearly wanted to talk to Jared so all Jared had to do was wait for the boy to gather enough courage.
"About..." JR said quietly before he cleared his throat. "What I said last time..."
"Yes?" Jared said and tried to sound reassuring.
"I think..I haven't...told anyone."
"That you think you're gay?"
"Yes," JR said and he sounded so miserable Jared's heart ached.
"You know there isn't anything wrong with being gay," Jared said. "I know some people might tell you differently, but if it's who you are, never be ashamed."
"Yeah?" came the soft voice over the line.
"There's nothing wrong with you," Jared said with confidence.
"How do you know?" JR asked with a quiver to his voice.
"Because there's nothing wrong with me," Jared said and he heard a small gasp from the other side.
"You're...are you..." JR asked after a long minute.
"Yes, I'm gay, JR," Jared said. "So I know what..."
His words were interrupted by a click and the disconnect tone.
"Oh piece of fucking shit," Jared growled and tossed the phone down on the bed.
He laid waiting for the phone to ring again but it seemed to taunt him with it's silence and in the end Jared caved in and went upstairs to watch movies with the other guys, but the movies did nothing to distract him from the thoughts of JR.
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"I have no idea," Jared admitted. "He hang up when I told him I was gay."
"I take it that I was right, he wanted to talk to you about his sexuality," Miranda said softly. "He hasn't called since then, at least he haven't asked for you."
Jared just nodded and went to his desk, yet another evening where he was alone in the room and the only sound was the voices filing in from the bigger room where the others sat answering calls. When he sat listening to yet another boy talking about his worries about making the baseball team Jared had given up the hope that JR would call again and he found himself counting the minutes until his shift was over, but the clock seemed to crawl itself forward and Jared groaned when he got another call twenty minutes before he was due to head home.
"Hello, you're talking to Jay," he said and he hoped he didn't sound as uninterested as he really was.
"I'm sorry."
The words were soft and low and they had Jared sitting bolt upright in the chair.
"JR," he said and he knew he was smiling wide at hearing the boy's voice once more. "Kid, you got nothing to be sorry for."
He heard a soft gasp for air and for a moment he wondered if he had said something wrong but then he heard the boy clear his throat.
"I don't know anyone that is...you know..." JR said and Jared leaned back in the chair.
"Gay," Jared said simply. "Don't hesitate to say it, it's not a bad word. And maybe you do, not all gay people tell people about themselves."
"Oh," JR said. "Because...people wont approve?"
"Sometimes they just haven't met someone special enough to come out for," Jared said.
"Come...out?" JR asked.
Suddenly Jared was reminded that it was a kid he was talking to, and he couldn't help but wonder how old JR really was but he knew he shouldn't ask, it wasn't his thing to ask about.
"It's what people call it, when gay people decide to tell the people around them, it's called 'coming out' and not everyone chooses to do so."
Jared heard another soft 'oh' and he wondered what the boy was thinking.
"How did you know?" JR whispered. "I'm sorry...I shouldn't ask and..."
"No, hey now," Jared soothed. "Don't worry, I don't mind talking about it. I've been out for years. I was fifteen when I realized that having the prettiest girl in the school on my lap did nothing to be, but that her brother was really hot."
He grinned wide when a surprised laugh sounded from JR, a pearly sound that seemed to drain away Jared's lingering tension.
"Do you wanna talk about...why you think you might be gay?" Jared asked.
"There's this guy," JR said on a sigh.
Jared smile and he almost said 'isn't there always?' but he managed to keep the words back.
"Someone in your class?" Jared prodded
"No," JR mumbled.
"At your school?"
"No," JR said even more quietly.
For some reason something fluttered deep inside Jared and he almost didn't ask the next question.
"JR," Jared asked. "Is it an older boy?"
The silence that stretched out between them was really answer enough but Jared could still hear the small, whispered 'yes' and it made him lean back in the chair, eyes closed and he couldn't even make sense of the emotions that rolled through him.
"Is that...does that make me bad?"
"What? Of course not," Jared hastily reassured the young boy. "I think it's just natural. Is it someone you know?"
"Not really," JR said. "He lives close...he's...pretty..."
The word was said with such innocence and Jared was quickly reminded that it was a very young boy he was talking to, a very young and clearly confused boy.
"I don't...look at girls," JR went on. "I don't understand girls. Even though they don't have cooties."
Jared smiled at that but was brought out of his thoughts when he saw Miranda step into the room and pointing towards the clock an then holding up five fingers before she headed back out.
"You don't have to look at girls," Jared said and cursed inwardly at the limited time. "Look kid, they are closing here soon and...”
"Oh, I'm sorry," JR said and Jared could hear the disappointment in the boy’s voice.
"No, no," Jared said quickly and then he did something he knew he shouldn't have done. "We can keep on talking when I get home, I can give you me phone number."
JR went absolutely silent and for a few long moments Jared was just waiting for the click an the disconnect tone but instead he heard something that sounded like a sigh of relief.
"Really? You want to talk to me?" JR said and his voice was happier than Jared had heard it before.
"Yeah, I really do," Jared said and found that it was the truth. "Just please, don't tell anyone, I'm really not supposed to do that..."
"I wont tell anyone," JR promised quickly. "Thank you so much, Jay."
Jared rattled off his phone number and promised to be home and ready to answer within thirty minutes, and he really hoped that his house mates had walked Harley and Sadie like they promised to because there was no way Jared was going to miss JR calling him.
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"Hey kiddo," Jared answered and lay down on his bed.
"I'm not..." JR started but then he fell silent again.
"A kid?" Jared asked and tried to shake off a nagging in the back of his mind, some thought that he couldn't really grasp.
"Yeah, I'm...I'm not a kid," JR said and for the briefest of seconds green eyes and pouting, pink lips flashed in Jared's mind. "I have done stuff."
"Oh," was all Jared could say at the sudden surge of emotions, and he tried to ignore how much of his blood was moving south. "What...have you...done?"
"I have...touched myself," JR said, pride in his voice. "I've made myself...come..."
Jared squeezed his eyes shut at the onslaught of mental images the words produced in his mind, and he could feel himself harden.
"Oh," was all he managed to get out.
"But I... I don't understand," JR said in a confused tone.
"What is it you don't understand?" Jared asked, hoping to get back into safer topics.
"Well," JR began. "My friends...talked about how....you know... A guy fucks a girl. But I don't...understand how...can two guys do that?"
Jared felt his breath hitch in his lungs at the innocently asked questions and he dropped one hand down, pressing the heel of it against his hardening cock, trying to will the erection away but the soft voice continued talking.
"It feels good, when I...jerk off," JR went on. "But...guys don't have...a pussy. I don't understand how sex would work. Don't gay people have sex? Because I think I would want to some day."
A half choked moan escaped Jared before he could bite it back and his hand went from trying to press the hard-on away to rub against the hard, denim covered length.
"Jay?" JR asked when Jared failed to get any words out.
"Yeah, just...one moment," Jared mumbled into the phone.
The words 'wrong' and 'bad' and 'kid' flashed like a neon sign in his mind, but they did nothing for his erection or the images flashing even stronger and stronger behind his closed eyelids.
"I'm...I should...sorry..."
Softly spoken, no more than a whisper, the words were enough to make Jared's eyes pop wide open.
"Hey now, no no," he said quickly. "Don't you hang up on me again kid."
"I'm not a kid!" came the protest almost instantly.
Oh but you are, that's why this is so wrong.
"I know, I know, sorry," Jared said quickly. "But don't you have questions for me? I promise to answer whatever questions you might have ki...JR."
"Really?"
"Really," Jared promised and he felt like he condemned himself with the next words. "Whatever you ask, I swear I will answer. All goes, everything is safe."
The silence stretched out but Jared was comforted by the fact that JR didn't hang up on him again like had been so closed to do, and despite the blood rushing in his ears he could hear the boy's steady breathing.
"Where...does it go?" JR asked and Jared squeezed his eyes shut again, because of course the boy would go there right away.
"The cock?" Jared asked bluntly.
A small gasp answered his words and Jared couldn't help but wonder if the boy was blushing, if soft cheeks were tinted red and big eyes turned away, hidden behind long eye lashes. He refused to think of the face that appeared in his mind no matter how much he tried to push it away.
"That's a bad word," JR said solemnly.
"No," Jared disagreed. "It's just one word among many, but don't feel ashamed of it. I can call it something else if you want? Dick, penis, prick, cock...there are quite a few to choose from."
"I...think...I like cock."
Jared's cock twitched against the fabric of his jeans and he reached down to pop the button open before he could tell himself that it was a bad idea. His mind was laser focused on the kid on the other end of the line, soft innocent voice saying he liked cock and the words sparked fire in Jared's groin.
"Yeah," Jared said and tried to keep the groan out of his voice. "It's a good...word. Well, JR, girls have two...openings. You know about that, right?"
"Two? Don't...oh...you mean..." JR started and Jared could imagine feeling the heat of blushing cheeks all over the phone line. "You mean the...ass?"
"Yeah," Jared said and he could hear his voice turning rough with arousal. "Even straight people can have...anal sex."
"Anal?" JR asked and the innocent voice was wreaking havoc with Jared's emotions.
"It means...well, anal sex is when the guy puts his cock up the girls, or other males, ass," Jared explained and was met with silence for a few long moments.
"Oh," came the soft response then. "I didn't think...you should touch there, isn't it dirty?"
"As long as your clean yourself, there's nothing wrong with that, JR," Jared said and tried to not think of just how wrong it was to have this discussion with a kid.
"Does it really...feel good?" JR asked. "I mean..the guys at school...they say sex feels good, does it?"
"Oh, it does feel good, it feels very good," Jared said, voice dipping low when he wrapped a big hand around his cock.
"Can I touch myself there?"
Jared pressed down hard around the base of his cock to keep the orgasm at bay but it was still a close call and his cock twitched, seeking release.
"Of course you can," Jared forced out. "It's...natural to explore your body."
"I...oh...I have to go," JR said suddenly. "My parents are home and I should... Can I call you again? Please, Jay?"
"Whenever you feel like it," Jared said.
"Thank you," JR said softly. "I'll...try touching myself, thank you for telling me about it."
The second he heard the click of JR ending the call, Jared gave his cock a few hard tugs before he spilled over his hand and up over his belly. Phone still clutched in his other hand Jared looked up at the ceiling for a few long moments while his breathing calmed down and he felt the post orgasmic bliss tingle through every part of his body.
"Oh fuck, I'm gonna burn in hell," he muttered to himself before he got off the bed to clean himself up.
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Jared looked up from his place on the couch in his downstairs apartment, seeing Chad standing at the top of the stairs with Matt and Tom close behind him, all of them clearly dressed up for a night on the town but Jared felt no urge to go with them, instead he was very much aware of the weight of his phone where it rested against his flat belly.
"No," Jared said and he saw no surprise on his friend’s face. "I got stuff to do."
"Don't you always?" Tom asked over Chad's shoulder but there was a smile on his lips. "Will you ever tell us his name?"
"Who?" Jared asked and sat bolt upright, phone falling down on the soft carpet.
"The guy you've been pining for, obviously," Tom said with a grin. "You know, we aren't actually as stupid as you think."
"Yeah, have fun with your crush, Jay," Matt grinned before the three guys turned around and left.
Jared looked down at where Harley and Sadie lay beside the couch, both dogs still tired from a long walk earlier and he reached down to stroke over Sadie's soft ears before he picked up the phone.
"You think I have a crush?" Jared asked the dogs. "I can't...not on a kid. It's just...a really dirty, bad, wrong..."
He fell silent when no word seemed right and before he could come up with something, the phone in his hand vibrated and started playing, surprising him enough he almost dropped it before he could look down on the display. The 'Unknown number' made his belly do a flip, the last time it had been JR and even though it had been two weeks since he last heard from the kid, he really hoped that it would be him again.
"Hello?" he said when he slid his finger over the display to answer the call.
"Jay?" came JR's soft voice and Jared felt himself relax down into the couch.
"Hey, JR," he said. "I haven't heard from you for awhile. I thought that maybe you had gotten tired of talking to me. How are you, kid?"
"I'm not a kid," came the almost automatic answer. "And I'm sorry, I wanted to call, I really did."
"I'm happy you called now," Jared said and he knew that was the honest truth, he really was happy to hear the kid’s voice again.
"Really?" JR asked happily.
"Yeah, really," Jared said and got more comfortable on the couch.
"What've you been up to since we talked, it's been over two weeks now."
"I was off to camp. And then my cousins came to visit, I had to be social," the kid scowled. "My cousins are stupid, and they were in the way because I really wanted to try what you told me."
Arousal soared through Jared's body in an instant, heat that rushed through his veins when blood filled his cock, making it strain against his basket shorts.
"Well, it's no rush, I'm sure you'll..."
"Oh but I've done it now," JR said with pride and Jared felt his cock harden even more. "I'm all alone now and I just got out of the shower."
"Oh fuck," Jared groaned before he could stop himself.
"What?" JR sounded startled. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No, no," Jared said quickly. "It's just... never mind. Had a nice shower?"
"Mhmm," JR answered. "I tried touching myself, like you said, felt good. Not much you know, but it felt...nice..."
"Not much?" Jared asked. "How much did you do?"
"I...well... I did touch a bit. It tickled, in a good way," JR answered innocently. "But I don't understand how anything would fit there..."
Jared knew he should end the call, knew that if he continued to talk he would most likely freak the kid out, and if he didn't? That would be even worse. But he had waited to talk to JR, he wanted to talk to the kid that seemed to be temptation personified and with one last sigh Jared gave up any thought that he wouldn't follow through on the thoughts that had been in his mind for over two weeks.
"You have to go slow, use something to...ease the way and..."
"Will you help me?" JR asked and his voice was low and pleading.
"What?" Jared gasped, that was far from the freak out he had been expecting. "You want me to..help you? I don't think that..."
"Not as in...oh no," JR said quickly. "But...can you talk me through it, so I know I do it right?"
Every dirty fantasy Jared's mind had created for him since he started talking to JR seemed to be there, laid out for him and all Jared had to do was reach out and take it.
"Of course," Jared said. "Of course I will help you."
"Thank you!" JR said and Jared was sure the kid was smiling wide. "What do I need? I read somewhere about...lube? I don't have that...should I... I don't think I can buy that, can I?"
Just the thought of a young kid going into a story to buy lube had Jared groaning and squeezing his eyes shut, taking a few deeps breaths before he pressed on.
"Not sure they would let you buy that," he said. "But...if you got some hand lotion that could work. It's not opti...it's not the best thing but it will do the job."
"I have that, just one..."
Jared lay listening to JR moving around on the other side and he thought he could hear a door open and close in the distance and then a low muttering before the boy was back, taking the phone from wherever he had dropped it.
"It smells...rose-ish," the boy said with what sounded like a pout. "Will I smell like roses? That's kinda girly..."
"You might smell a little," Jared said with a smile. "But it'll be worth it. Are you ready?"
"Yeah," JR said quickly.
"And you're all alone?"
"Yup, my brother had some game and the entire family is there but I said I wasn't feeling good. I really wanted to talk to you again, you don't mind?"
Jared slid one hand down his shorts, wrapping long fingers around his already achingly hard cock before he pushed the shorts down completely.
"Oh, I really don't mind," he answered honestly. "Well, if you're ready, I think you should...take your clothes off."
"I'm not wearing any clothes," JR mumbled. "I just showered...so I had a towel but not now..."
"You're naked? Well, that's... good," Jared said, almost choking on the last word when his cock twitched, letting him know just how much it liked that little bit of information.
"Okay, then lay down on your back, and spread your legs, got the lotion close at hand?"
"Yeah, yeah," JR answered and Jared could hear a slight quiver in his voice. "I got it here..what should I...do?"
Jared closed his eyes and tried to imagine what it would look like, the young boy spread out on white sheets, legs parted to show off his small cock and little hole, he had to take a few deep breaths to calm himself down before he could go on.
"Cover two fingers with lotion," he said and he could hear the snap of the lid on the other end of the line. "Ready? Then reach down and just...rub the lotion around your hole."
All he could hear was soft breathing, but he knew when JR did what he asked; the boy's breath hitched and a small sound, somewhere between a gasp and a moan, made Jared slide his hand down and squeeze around the base of his cock. Just hearing the young, innocent boy was better than any porn Jared had ever seen and he wanted more of those noises.
"Feels good?" he asked.
"I...don't know," JR gasped. "It feels so...small. I don't think...I can fit anything in there..."
"Just give it time, and try to relax," Jared soothed because he could hear how tense JR's voice sounded despite the tiny moans that escaped him. "Lean back, just focus on how it feels with your fingers against your rim, breath in...and then out again...”
His own finger playing over the length of his hard cock, Jared listened to JR's breathing slowly calm down and he was just about to say something more when he heard the first real moan.
"Oh god, that's...oh..." JR moaned. "Feels...good..."
"Yeah? Do you trust me, JR?" Jared asked, carefully pushing the boy.
"Of course," came the answer.
"Push the tip of your finger inside," Jared guided the boy and when he heard no movement on the other end he nudged some more. "I promise, go slow and it will feel good."
He heard JR shift on the bed, slight movement that was drowned out by a surprised gasp.
"Feels, weird...burns a little," JR whimpered. "Will it really feel good?"
"Just let your body adjust," Jared mumbled into the phone.
He rested the phone between his shoulder and neck so that he had both his hand free, the one that wasn't wrapped around his cock he slid down to cup his heavy balls, rolling them between his fingers while he waited to see if JR would do what he asked of him.
"Oh" came a small gasp and Jared squeezed his eyes shut and bit down hard on his lower lip. "Oh, oh, oh..."
The gasps changed into breathy little moans and he could hear JR shift on his bed and there was suddenly a low, keening sound that made Jared's cock twitch in his grasp.
"That feels good," JR gasped, voice full of awe. "I didn't think it...oh god..."
"Tell me," Jared said. "Tell me what you're doing..."
"What?" JR asked and Jared could hear arousal slur the boy's words. "You want me to...tell you?"
"I really, really want you to tell me," Jared said honestly.
"But...I'm just doing what you tell me," JR said quietly. "I got...one finger inside myself...it feels so warm...and good..."
The last word was drawn out into a soft moan when Jared heard the boy shift again and he could imagine JR on his bed, slender hips rolling down to push the finger deeper inside.
"Think you can take another one?" Jared asked. "If you go slow? You would be such a good boy if you could..."
He heard a barely audible 'yes' before the most gorgeous sound he had ever heard filled his ear when JR moaned out loud and gasped for air.
"Jay..." he whined. "So good...yes... Got two...fingers in me..."
The words were breathed out on small moans, needy sounds that made Jared wish he could save them, the soft noises would be fuel for his jerk off sessions for years to come, he knew that without a doubt.
"So hot," he mumbled without thinking, fingers working his cock harder. "Wish I could see you..."
He bit off the rest of the sentence, his hand still on his cock, fingers wet with pre-come and he was frozen in spot, waiting for the boy to freak out.
"Yes!" JR groaned and Jared's eyes flew wide. "Want you to see me..."
Jared's mind was on overdrive, the words barely penetrating the sudden wave of pure want that washed over him at the boy's pleading tone.
"Yeah?" Jared asked, his voice lower, rougher, than he ever heard it before. "Want me to see you all spread out on your bed, fingering yourself? I bet you look so pretty against those white sheets..."
The words rolled easily off his tongue, like the gasps and moans from the other end of the line had opened a dam and all the thoughts that had been whirling around in Jared's mind came out.
"Not white," he heard JR moan. "Got...oh... Got Spiderman...sheets..."
That little piece of information made the realization of how young JR must be slam into Jared hard, but instead of discouraging him, it made him harden even further, cock hot and heavy in his hand and it was impossible to hold back the loud moan when pleasure crackled under his skin.
"Fuck..." he groaned.
"Yes," JR moaned. "Wish it could...god...Jay, wish you could be here...your fingers instead of mine... would make me feel so good..."
"JR," Jared gasped in surprise in the sudden boldness of the words.
"Want it Jay," the boy moaned and Jared could hear him writhe on the bed. "Your fingers...inside me..."
"Yeah baby," Jared said before he could stop himself.
"Jay...Jay..." the soft gasps of his name was muffled by moans and the sound of skin against sheets.
"Tell me what you're doing, baby," Jared asked when he realized the boy clearly didn't mind the affectionate name. "What you wish I was doing to you."
"Got two fingers inside," JR moaned quietly. "Feels so good...moving them inside...want more. Want your fingers."
Jared moved his fingers up over the head of his cock, sliding fingers through the wetness to slick the way when he started jerking himself with firm strokes, wondering if the boy could hear the sound of skin on skin.
"My...other hand is...on my... cock," JR continued. "It's so much better than before...with something inside me...want to go deeper..."
Despite his own heavy breathing and the moans he couldn't hold back, Jared could still hear the sound of JR moving, the sweet sound of his moans and when Jared focused he could imagine hearing the sound of the boys finger working themselves in and out of the tight little ass. He was talking before he was aware of it, unplanned words that were laced with need.
"Wish it was my hands on you, my fingers in your sweet ass, spreading you open for me," Jared moaned and the words seemed to turn the boy on as much as they did him, if the increase of moans was anything to go by. "Maybe even lick you, push my tongue into that tight little hole, tasting you and feeling you, hot and squirming on my tongue.
"Gonna...gonna...oh please, please, pleeeaase..."
The last word transformed into a sharp cry and Jared knew that the boy was coming, orgasm pulling the sweetest moans and cries from his lips and knowing that the kid had just gotten off to Jared saying he wanted to rim him, was enough to push Jared over the edge as well and he moaned out loud, twisting his hand to pull out every last spasm of his orgasm while filthy words kept falling from his lips.
"Baby, yes, you sound so pretty when you come for me, fuck...wish I could see it, feel it, body shaking with release, so damn pretty. Would look so pretty with my come on you...inside you..."
"Jay..." his name was breathed out on a slow exhale, and he could hear exhaustion in the slur.
"You did good," Jared mumbled and looked down to where white stripes of come were drying on his skin and his shirt, cock softening after one of the most amazing orgasms he had ever had. "So very good, kid."
"Not a kid," he heard JR mumble. "I'm twelve...not a kid... Night, Jay...thank you..."
Jared didn't have time to answer before the boy had disconnected, but considering how tired he had sounded, Jared was pretty sure the kid was already sleeping, thin little body covered in come and fingers still sticky from he lotion. At that thought his cock twitched once more, last little drop of come pearly white against his tanned skin.
There was something nagging in the back of his mind, something about what JR had said but sleep was already tugging at the edges of his mind and Jared barely gave himself time to clean off before he crashed into bed and fell into deep sleep, dreaming about a soft voice crying out his name in ecstasy.
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"Jensen Ross, you come back here this instant or we will be late for your scout meeting!"
"Jensen," Jared gasped and the boy spun around.
The second he saw the boy he knew and he stared at he boy as full lips parted on a gasp. Jared could see the word 'Jay' form but no sound came out.
"Jensen Ross," Jared said, still staring at the kid. "JR..."
The boy nodded and then he smiled, small white teeth against pink lips and for a second Jared saw a flicker of tongue
"I wanted it to be you," Jensen said in that perfect, soft voice. "I imagined it was you..."
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