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Subject: Headline Hayden Chapter 12: Beautiful Dreamers I will leave Hayden’s age up to my readers and note that this is a complete work of fantasy. This story is set in a completely fictional world and I certainly would not encourage anyone to try and replicate this fantasy in the real world. It is just a flight of my fancy. Please feel free to email me at ail with feedback, comments and suggestions! This is my first Nifty story so go easy on me. Headline Hayden Chapter 12: Beautiful Dreamers While I wouldn’t say that the situation with Hayden had returned to normal after that first week of upheaval and tension, at least he managed to find a balance. He was still unable to speak to his father, despite his mother’s best efforts in that direction, but his father seemed to have accepted that time apart was necessary. Perhaps he simply couldn’t deal with having to speak to Hayden or see him. I could partially understand his shock and any parent catching their kid watching porn tends to be a bit shocked, but it was the deeper problem that troubled me. At any rate, I had a few gruelling conversations with the boy I loved so deeply. What emerged from those conversations was a pattern of a fraught relationship that was predicated on mistrust, mutual misunderstanding and his father’s typical insistence that his son follow in his footsteps, despite said son having absolutely no interest in becoming a minor real estate tycoon. The two had only been close when Hayden was small and since then, had grown further and further apart. There was a great deal of anger inside of my young lover and I wondered if his sexual dominance was a way to both express and control that anger. Of course, you weren’t going to hear any complaints from me about it. I was aroused by that side of him and if it was also helpful in an emotional sense for him, so much the better. Eventually we decided it was time to see each other properly. Emmy’s parents were quite relaxed about Hayden’s comings and goings, so long as he had a way to contact them and was back before midnight. The one godsend in the situation was the fact that it was summer, so school wasn’t interfering with my time alone with Hayden. We decided he’d spend Sunday with me and so once again, I was feverishly preparing everything to make for the best possible experience, even more so since my beautiful boy had been through some very challenging experiences lately. I was sure the psychic scars of Jason’s attack on him and the added beating he’d taken from being accidentally outed to his father were still causing damage and I wanted to give him some pleasure and some positive experiences to offset that pain. Once again, I planned one of my over the top meals for us. I had decided on making some braised lamb shanks using dark beer and caramelized vegetables and along with some crusty bread I added a orange and onion salad. For dessert, I settled on some creme brûlée with orange. There is something fulfilling and enjoyable about cooking that also kept me from getting too stressed out about the situation. I enjoy how pleasing a distraction cooking can be and it kept me from fretting about him or the situation or anything else. As I cooked, I did think about how much my own views had evolved in this relationship. I was still somewhat uneasy about the whole idea of having this sort of a connection with a teenage boy, but I was a lot less guilty and a lot more comfortable in general terms and it seemed to me that, if I could act as a support for Hayden and show him that I wasn’t only after his incredibly sexy body, it would only bond us more closely and make everything better for us. I was not denying that pure desire was an integral part of what we had, but it was by no means the only part of our connection for me. I could truly envision myself in a long term relationship with him if he’d have me for that long. The sound of the door opening was something that sent balıkesir escort my heart surging as Hayden let himself in. He came fairly bounding into the kitchen and threw his strong arms around me, tugging me close to him and planting a kiss on my mouth, only gently teasing me with his tongue for a moment. He broke the kiss and smiled brightly at me. “It’s so fucking awesome to finally see you when I don’t feel like shit and I haven’t been beaten up!” I nodded and smiled back brightly. “Damn right! Feels good to get some time to ourselves without any interruptions or any crazy shit going on. Well, crazy shit’s going on, of course but at least nothing that’s really in our way!” Hayden had that gleam in his eye that told me had something in mind but I wagged my finger at him. “Ah ah ah! We gotta eat first. I’m not having my hard work go to waste, kiddo. Where else do you get to eat like this?” He agreed that he certainly didn’t get food like this at home and he groused about having to eat more quinoa than he’d ever seen before at Emmy’s place. I also told him that he might as well enjoy it when he was young and had a fast metabolism because when I was an old man, he wouldn’t be eating that way any more. We enjoyed the meal thoroughly and I was so happy to have a proper conversation with him, free of any tears or drama. I was quite happy and willing to listen when he needed it but both of us were exhausted from the rollercoaster on which we’d found ourselves. After dinner and dessert, we cuddled up to listen to some music and just spoon on the couch. I felt so enfolded by the energetic warmth of his teenage frame, so strong and so gentle. I intertwined my hands with his and we pulled into an easy, slow kiss. I traced the angular outline of his jaw, slipped my fingers down his back and over his chest, broke the kiss and nibbled on his neck and earlobe, drawing low moans from him. It was always like this. When the time was right, desire flooded us and drew us in together, naturally and without hurry. The kiss grew harder, more intent and hungrier as felt the lean muscled lines of his body against me. I could taste the toothpaste in his mouth and the scent of him, slightly spicy and vaguely salty, washed over me. He flipped over on me and held me against the couch, strong grip pinning my wrists and kissed me, the weight of him pressing down into me along with the throbbing thickness that was now insistently pushing up against my stomach while our kiss lingered. My own erection was very apparent now, pushing outwards against my jeans as he held me still, taking the kiss from me and making me gasp and moan at all of the sensations that coursed through me. I felt his teeth against my neck and felt him suck on the soft flesh there, raising a welt as he kept sucking harder. I was pushing up against him but his youthful strength held me in place as he kissed me again, making me arch up into him as he pushed down. Now he let me go but shook his head when I reached for the button of his jeans. “No! I wanna make you feel so fucking amazing, Matt! I want to thank you for what you’ve done for me in the best way I know how.” I relaxed as his hands, now smoothly and gently stroking me, warm and strong on me slid my shirt up. He slipped effortlessly between my legs and began tracing each of my nipples with his clever tongue and teeth, flicking and nibbling on each of them in turn which frankly drove me wild as he did it, making my very stiff cock continue to leak lubrication. I looked down at that glowing halo of blond hair and his tanned, golden downed skin and my heart was full with love and desire for this devilish angel of a teenage boy who had so utterly captured me. He began sliding his tongue and lips down my stomach and stopped, nuzzling his cheek against the bulge that pressed into my jeans, slowly working my button and zipper free. The wet spot on my underwear had grown bartın escort considerably under the ministrations of his mouth and tongue on my chest and he put his hot wet mouth over that bulge and sucked on it through the fabric of my jeans which caused me to arch up toward his mouth. Eventually he helped me shuck out of my jeans and immediately took my throbbing cock into his ready and warm mouth, as soft as velvet as it slid around me and swallowed me eagerly. I let out a gasp and felt my hips heaving forward of their own accord, driven by need and desire as he took me in. My whole world became a blissful blur of warmth, tingling pleasure and silken heat as Hayden brought me deep pleasure. His hands cupped my balls, fondled them slowly as he slid rhythmically on me, varying his movements and swirling his tongue around the sensitive head of my throbbing erection. I began to feel as if I were floating in a sea of ecstasy, my mind completely gone as sheer sexual pleasure rocketed through me. Just when I was ready to orgasm explosively, Hayden backed off and tugged my balls down, stopping me from doing so. I grunted and writhed, feeling as if I was going to pass out after nearly reaching the peak. Once again, he began to work his slick, velvet tongue and throat on me and the pleasure began to grow again, rising intensely as he pulled me back under the silken tide of pleasure. This time, he was eager to have me cum and so he worked faster, caressing my balls and making me buck and twist. Eventually I couldn’t hold back and with a deep moan of pleasure, I began to orgasm. My cock jerked, twitched and spasmed as he continued to keep me held in his hot mouth. Once I finished, he smiled brightly up at me. “Well *someone* sure needed to cum huh? Did I do good?” I tousled his blond mop of hair. “Stop being such a cocky little shit! You know you did well. Would you ever do anything else?” He winked. “Now you get to find out how *cocky* I really am, Matt. How’s about you get my shirt off. Now!” He was smiling broadly as the tone of command entered his voice and I eagerly began to comply, after getting to my feet. I helped him to slide it off over his head. The sight of his flat, hard belly and lean muscled chest was so exciting, downed as it was by those fine golden hairs of his. His roseate nipples stood out against the lightly tanned flesh of his torso and I watched the elegant curve of his neck up to the angles and planes of his jawline in awe. His voice had taken on a husky quality again, full of desire. “Now my pants, Matt. Get ’em off! Leave the boxers though.” I did as I was bid, now undoing his jeans and slipping them down. There was a tent in his boxers and a considerable wet patch there from where his lubricating cock had been pushed. I stood, waiting for my next instruction. “Now my pits, I love it when you lick my pits Matt so do it!” He raised an arm and I dived in, eager to bury my nose and tongue in that musky place. Even his underarm hair was blond and I slowly swirled my tongue there and savoured the taste of him and the scent of arousal. I tugged lightly at the hairs there and made him groan deeply as I did so. He raised his other arm and I dutifully moved in to also enjoy its scent and taste. His voice came in command again. “Now my nipples, Matt. Work each one and play with my cock through my boxers!” It was an easy order to follow. I drew first his right nipple and then his left into my mouth after smoothly nibbling, lightly chewing and teasing each one while I massaged the thick heat of his very stiff erection through the boxers, feeling the thickness of that teenage cock in my hand, so warm and leaking precum quite copiously. His voice was so full of arousal. “Now get my fucking boxers off and get down there. You are gonna suck my cock until I cum like never before.” I sank so quickly to my knees as he stood above me in all of his powerful beauty. His batıkent escort strong, lean frame was lit by the golden glow of evening sunlight and it outlined all of the shapes and angles of his teenage body in that phase balanced on the cusp of manhood but still coltish and lanky. It made me so eager to please him and I slipped my tongue first around the swollen head of his stiff penis and tasted the oozing sweetness there. He shivered and shuddered, letting out a guttural moan as I did so. Taking more of him into me, I felt his hands snarl in my curly brown hair and begin to draw me down onto him. I relaxed my throat and let him sink into me, sealing my lips around him and going further down on him, until my nose rested against the trimmed “V” of pubic hair that waited there. He began to take over, enjoying sliding in and out of me as I flicked my tongue all over his hard, warm cock and felt his slim hips buck with each of his thrusts. I slowly cupped his heavy balls and rolled them gently in my fingers as he filled my throat. He began to move more intensely over me, pushing harder into my throat and I looked into his eyes. He grunted. “Pull my balls down Matt. I don’t wanna cum yet! I wanna feel your hot fucking sucking longer!” Once again, I was so compelled by his dominant presence that I did as he asked. The thrusting increased in intensity as did his moaning as I relaxed, opened up and let him pleasure himself deep in my wet warmth. Eventually he moaned loudly and pulled me from his throbbing stiff cock to ejaculate long ropes of cum across my face, my hair and the floor around me as his powerful orgasm seized him and all of his muscles moved like a symphony of beauty, locking up with his rigid abs standing out in stark relief and all of the muscles in his legs beautifully delineated. As he relaxed, he yanked me up and began to kiss me, still covered in his cum. It was a deeply sensual experience to feel him near me now. Eventually it all got a bit uncomfortable and we decided that it was time to clean up. It had become our habit to take a shower together and then cuddle up in bed, sharing time and conversation after we had shared our passions and our bodies. I lay, propped up on one elbow, slowing tracing my fingertips around Hayden’s firm, smooth chest and feeling the texture of his skin. He was gazing off into the distance and eventually he sighed and spoke. “I wish you could understand how much I love you, Matt. All I can do is think of the time we get together. Everything’s just been such crazy shit lately. First it was Jason beating me up, now it’s my dad acting like an asshole but you’re always here. I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have you.” I planted a kiss on his chest, just above his heart. “You’d be the same amazing person you are now, but I am very glad that I have you too. I know things have been tough, but I am so happy that at least I can help you right now. You’ve helped me too, you know, Hayden.” He turned to look into my eyes, the intensity on his beautiful face nearly taking my breath away. “How, Matt? I don’t feel like I can do much for you.” I smiled wistfully. “I spent years hating myself for how I felt about teenage guys. I felt like a sicko and a weirdo, like some kind of molesting pervert. You’ve made me realize that with the right one, it doesn’t matter. You made me understand that you have choice here too. I am not forcing this on you or at least I hope I’m not.” He shook his head. “No way, Matt. If I didn’t want this, you’d know about it. Like I told you way back when this all started, I do what I want. If I wasn’t interested, I would have told you to fuck off.” Hayden smiled wryly and added, “Now I just wanna tell you I’m gonna fuck you silly.” I kissed those soft, warm lips of his and caressed the angles of his jawline after that. “I love you, Hayden. You are silly, sweet, smart and wonderful person. I feel so lucky to have you as a part of my life.” I set the alarm, pulled him into my arms and we fell asleep. In that sleep, there were no dreams, as the best dream of all was my reality. Now everyone go to sleep and dream with me for a while because perhaps next time, the dreams won’t be so sweet.

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