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“Mr. Reveck, are you sure this is alright?”
Soft hands moved over the boy's chest, barely making contact with him, delicately scratching the fabric of his shirt as he squirmed on the older man's legs. Jayce was not worried about being held by Mr. Reveck, not really, even though he could hear his mama’s voice in the back of his head reminding him to not let strangers grab him. Mr. Reveck was not a stranger after all, he was the nicest man in the neighborhood, so sitting with him didn't really bother him.
He didn't want to crush his legs though, Mr. Reveck was very thin and Jayce didn't want to hurt him. He had even hear his mama murmuring more than once about how thin Mr. Reveck was, she always seemed concerned about him.
“Of course it is, Jayce” said Mr. Reveck, smiling at him in that soft way that made Jayce's heart beat faster. The man continued to run the tips of his fingers all over Jayce's chest and tummy, using his other hand to hold him straight against him. Jayce, who already felt warm and fuzzy inside, couldn't help but sigh and press himself closer to the older man.
Mr. Reveck’s sweater was unbelievably soft, and he smelt of fabric softener and some kind of weird perfume. Jayce loved that smell so much, he couldn’t help but hug Mr. Reveck very tightly every time they saw each other. The first time he did it it was kind of embarrassing, but the older man reassured him that he had done nothing wrong. Getting to hug Mr. Reveck after a day of school was one of his favorite parts of the day.
Jayce snuggled closer to him, giggling when the fabric of the sweater tickled his nose.
“Do you like snuggling with me, darling?” asked Mr. Reveck, and Jayce nodded, twisting up so he could look at the older man’s face.
“Yes!!” said Jayce, maybe a little bit too eager, and immediately hid in the older man’s chest, embarrassed. He heard him chuckle, then felt a kiss landing on the top of his head, and Jayce’s face was suddenly so warm you could fry an egg on it. He didn’t know why Mr. Reveck was being so sweet today, but he never wanted it to stop. Usually, when Jayce went to stay with him (which was only when his mom had to work late, or through the night in the family’s forge) they just had dinner together, watched a movie, then Jayce was left to do whatever he wanted, which usually implied following the older man around like a duckling.
Maybe Mr. Reveck noticed he wanted more attention? Jayce didn’t want to be a inconvenience (he could be very clingy, which he had to get used to ignoring when his mom took over the forge), but he had to admit it felt good to have this much attention directed at himself. He sighed again, which made the man hold him tighter against him.
“Jayce?”
“Mm?”
“There’s something I’ve been meaning to speak with you about…”
Noticing the hesitance in the older man’s voice, Jayce couldn’t help but look up, confused. Mr. Reveck, fortunately, didn’t really seem upset.
“I would like to feel closer to you, Jayce. Would you want that? To feel closer to me?”
The question, as confusing as it was, made something in Jayce’s tummy twist. The truth was, he did want to be closer to Mr. Reveck, with his pretty golden eyes and his long soft long hair and nice cable-knit sweaters. He wanted to spend as much time as possible with him, to visit him every day after school and eat nice food and have endless talks. Jayce loved his mama, but he did feel lonely at home before Mr. Reveck offered to take care of him in the evenings. He missed him every time he didn’t visit. So Jayce nodded, because what harm could possibly come from it? Mr. Reveck had never done something to him he didn’t want.
His response seemed to be the correct one, because Mr. Reveck smiled, and his pretty eyes sparkled happily. Jayce decided that whatever Mr. Reveck had in mind was worth it just to see him this happy.
At first, Jayce wasn’t really able to process what was happening. He saw Mr. Reveck’s face getting closer, then felt warmth against his mouth. Jayce stayed quiet for a whole second, until his brain finally understood that he was being kissed. It got a gasp out of him, his stomach suddenly full of butterflies. The older man didn’t seem to mind his reaction, because his eyes stayed closed and his lips softly pressed against his.
Mr. Reveck held the kiss for a good couple of seconds before separating, still looking at Jayce like he had made his whole week. Jayce’s heartbeat was beating so fast his ears were ringing, and all he could do was look at the older man with big, surprised eyes; Mr. Reveck didn’t seem put off by it, as he bent closer once again to start peppering kisses all over Jayce’s face, raising his hands just enough to pull him closer.
“Mr. Reveck?”
“Was that OK, baby?” the older man asked, cradling Jayce’s face between his hands.
“I-I don’t know…”
“Mm? You don’t know?” Jayce, sadly, was not really able to discern the hint of mockery in Mr. Reveck's voice, but to be fair, it wouldn't have really changed his next response.
“I— mama says you only do that with someone y-you love a lot, Mr. Reveck…”
“Well, yes,” answered Viktor, sounding very sure of himself. “That's why I kissed you, baby.”
Jayce gasped, unable to contain his surprise. He knew Mr. Reveck liked him, he always treated him nicely and gave him sweets and told him he was a good boy, but to hear he loved him was a completely different thing! Taking advantage of his surprise, the man went and kissed him again, this time letting the tip of his tongue touch Jayce’s lips. He licked them softly, gently outlining them before putting his hands at each side of Jayce's face and encourage him to open his mouth, softly pressing down his bottom lip.
The boy complied, eyes falling closed as the older man kept on giving, and giving, and giving, until Jayce's face was red hot and his breathing heavier. By the time the older man finally let him go once again, Jayce’s eyes were fully closed and his mouth open, as he let himself receive what the older man was giving him.
“Jayce?”
The boy opened his eyes, slowly, and looked up at his neighbor. He could feel his chin was covered with spit and his heart beating on his throat. He didn’t ask what Mr. Reveck wanted, but he made a curious sound, eager to know what he had to say. That made the man smile again, and he gave Jayce one more peck on the lips, like he couldn’t resist.
“Beautiful boy, there’s something else I need to ask you.”
“Mm?”
“There are… more ways I can show you love, sweetheart. Would you let me show you?”
Being loved by Mr. Reveck sounded like the best thing ever, if whatever he was going to show Jayce felt as good as kissing him, Jayce couldn’t wait to know what it was. Without doubting for a second, he nodded, wiggling until the older man wrapped him into his arms again. Feeling bold, he pressed his lips against his, trying to imitate what Mr. Reveck had been doing moments before, and failing miserably. Fortunately for Jayce, Mr. Reveck didn’t seem bothered by his clumsiness, and they kissed for a good while longer, until the boy could barely feel his lips from all the friction.
Eventually, Mr. Reveck moved him again, until Jayce’s back was firmly pressed against his chest. He started by massaging Jayce’s thighs, cooing when the boy made an embarrassed sound, not sure if it was OK to let the man touch him there. His mom was always talking about not letting strangers do stuff to him, but Mr. Reveck was not really a stranger, right? He was his lovely neighbor, the man that always took care of him when his mama was busy, and he had never done anything to hurt Jayce.
What harm could it do to let him?
The man massaged his thighs with firm but gentle motions, as his hands slid higher and higher every couple of seconds or so. It didn’t take long for Jayce to melt against him, fully enjoying the attentions of the man. Maybe he could give Mr. Reveck a massage after he finished showing him whatever he was going to show him.
By the time Mr. Reveck’s fingers slid to the space between Jayce’s legs, the boy was so relaxed that he was worrying about falling asleep in his neighbor's arms. However, the older man rubbing the seam of his pants right above his privates had him wide awake in seconds. Jayce jumped like he had just gotten zapped, but Mr. Reveck only shushed him gently, encouraging him to relax once again.
The man’s finger went up and down with barely any pressure. His hand was scalding hot against Jayce’s core, making the boy’s legs shiver, while other hand was rubbing his chest, the motions more soothing than curious.
The stimulation was so overwhelming for Jayce that he had to hold on the older man’s legs, not knowing where to put his hands. Mr. Reveck kept leaving kisses against his cheek, licking his skin from time to time, like he couldn’t get enough from the taste of his sweat.
“Mr. Re- Mr. Reveck, that feels weird… That feels weird…” Jayce was babbling, not even knowing what he was trying to say. His body was hot all over, and his breathing was starting to become difficult. His throat felt itchy and his legs wouldn’t stop trembling.
He… he didn’t want to push the older man away though. It felt good — Mr. Reveck’s hand against his private parts, the fingers teasing the collar of his shirt, barely touching the skin of his neck before going down to his chest. Tentatively, he started moving his hips against Mr. Reveck’s hand, trying to go up when the man went down. His movements were clumsy, and he almost slipped off his neighbor’s lap, but soon enough he found a nice enough rhythm, and the hotness spread further and further, until Jayce was sure steam was blowing out of his ears.
If Mr. Reveck was surprised by him moving, he didn’t show it. Jayce heard him chuckle when he almost slipped, but other than that the man simply continued kissing his face and stroking his body, not moving beyond what they were already doing. Jayce's cunny throbbed, his little dick hurting under the layers of clothes, desperate to feel more of what the older man was giving him. At one point Jayce felt so desperate he actually grabbed Mr. Reveck’s hand and pushed him closer to him, making it so he could rub himself better.
“Careful, baby," Mr. Reveck mumbled. "You are going to fall off my legs if you keep doing that...”
“Noooo…” Jayce whined, not even sure of what he was complaining about. Leaving another kiss on his lips, Mr. Reveck moved Jayce until he was laying on the couch, legs pointing at him, then kept on kissing him before he could even wonder why he was getting moved. The older man pushed his tongue inside his mouth harsher than before, pressing against Jayce's own tongue until the boy was moaning, jaw hanging open and drool dripping down his cheeks. It felt so good Jayce's eyes were starting to tear up, and he wondered if he'd ever be able to just sit beside Mr. Reveck without asking for this again.
Emboldened, Mr. Reveck backed off slightly so he could put his hands on either side of Jayce, pushing his shirt up until his chest was out. There was still not much going on in that department, but his little baby tits were fat and soft, with chubby brown nipples. He had the tiniest bit of hair between them, not yet full-on chest hair, but a good signal that it was coming. Even though Jayce was embarrassed about being so exposed, he did his best to let his arms lay quietly at his sides, waiting instead to see what the older man would do. He was not disappointed.
One moment Mr. Reveck was looking at him with his eyes dark and mouth half open, and the next thing Jayce knew was that the older man's mouth was on his chest, sucking on his nipples. Mr. Reveck moaned like he got hurt, but Jayce didn't really notice, too busy trying not to get overwhelmed by the mouth latched on his nipple. He had played with them before, more out of curiosity than anything, and enjoyed how tingly and warm it made him feel to pinch his nipples when he was laying in bed trying to sleep, but it had never felt like that. It was like every suck, every lick from Mr. Reveck’s mouth went directly to his cunny, making the wet mess between his legs even worse.
Without thinking, Jayce's hand shot to the older man's hair and pulled him closer, getting a soft gasp in response. Before Jayce could even wonder if he was being too harsh, the man stuck his tongue out and licked a line from his right nipple to his left, to which he started giving the same attention, sucking them and biting them until they were sore and puffy, before rubbing his face all over his tits.
Meanwhile, his hands were massaging the rolls on Jayce's belly, warming up his skin like he was trying to knead dough. Very carefully, the older man moved back until the boy was straddling him, which took a bit of work between the two of them. Soon enough though, Mr. Reveck was laying with his back against the arm of the couch, with Jayce straddling him, hot pussy in the perfect position to rub against the hardness between Mr. Reveck’s legs. The feeling made the boy gasp, surprised at seeing his neighbor in such a state.
Jayce didn’t have time to ask anything about it though, because as soon as he was settled, Mr. Reveck’s mouth was against his nipples again, sucking on them hungrily as he used his hands to make Jayce sway his hips over his erection, encouraging him with pleased moans when the boy started doing it on his own. It didn’t take long for Jayce to lose his mind in the pleasure — if he thought that Mr. Reveck’s hand rubbing between his legs felt good before, the hot pressure against his clit now was driving him crazy.
He was aching, his poor hole fluttering over nothing as he took, took, took, chasing something he was not even sure how to describe. Mr. Reveck seemed to also be affected, no longer the serene, calm figure from earlier — moaning like a wounded animal against Jayce’s nipples, sucking and kissing every bit of skin available. Jayce was holding onto the older man’s shoulders for dear life, torn between pushing his chest harder against Mr. Reveck’s face and grinding his pussy harder against his cock.
Suddenly, something snapped in Jayce. With a high pitched shout, he jolted, almost slipping off the older man’s grip as his legs trembled and his pussy fluttered, the burning pleasure exploding until it was consuming every bit of him. Jayce’s eyes were rolled back, mouth open and tongue out as his mind became pleasantly blank, not even the feeling of Mr. Reveck’s hands on him registering. Only pleasure, pleasure, pleasure…
Jayce was vaguely aware of the way Mr. Reveck was still rubbing himself against him, grinding their privates together slow and hard, only making Jayce’s overstimulation worse. At one point the man shivered, letting out a deep groan as he hid his face against Jayce’s chest, gently biting his tits until he left the tinniest hickey right next to his nipple. The boy, of course, didn’t notice any of that, too busy trying to remember how to feel his toes again.
He had no idea how long it took him to come back to earth, but the next thing he knew was that he was cradled against Mr. Reveck’s chest as the older man rocked them both softly, humming beautiful sweet nothings against his hair.
“You can sleep now, baby. I’ll clean us both in a second.”
There were no words left in the boy, so he just closed his eyes again and snuggled closer to Mr. Reveck, feeling loved and warm and cared for.