THE STORYTELLER Barry -- Chapter 1
Growing up in Wyoming proved to be complicated on the best of days for Barry; terrifying on others. Raised on a huge farm, he never adapted to the lifestyle of a farm hand or the masculine cowboy. Forced to hide his same sex attraction made puberty a traumatic experience, never knowing who he could love or why the sight of men fired his lusts.
Gym classes were the worst. He peeked glances at the other boys in his shower and had to hide his arousal from the taunting classmates. One time, his teacher caught him looking a little too closely and he was labeled the town faggot afterwards. Peace would never be known to him if he lived there.
After graduating college, he found the courage to move out of state to further his career options. Prior to leaving, he told his family he was gay which gave them every excuse to disown him on the spot. Leaving for Nevada, he began a journey of self-loathing and hatred for who he was. His porn addiction threatened to destroy what little confidence he had with himself but allowed him a vicarious way to enjoy men having sex despite never having been a man in his life.
Living outside of Seattle, Barry had a comfortable life. His career had taken him many places across the Western United States. The only constant in his life was his porn, yet even that was becoming boring. Seeing men fucking and sucking each other was stimulating, but the scene grew stale. There was nothing invigorating about it.
He tried the bars to hook up with other men, but he was `not their type', as he would find out all too often. Being in his 40's, most men at the bars were looking for younger men, which he didn't fit.
When he met Zach, a man fifteen years older than himself, he found a kindred spirit with him. At first, their interactions were silly and playful. They would watch porn together and jack off, but nothing ever meshed between them physically.
Two months ago, Barry discovered a forbidden secret with Zach that changed the dynamics of their relationship. Zach loved young boys. Upon this revelation, Barry had never considered young boys as a source of sexual pleasure. But he didn't shy away from the idea.
Zach gave him the flash drive and let him take it home for his own private viewing. His addiction to porn took an unexpected, and rather thrilling turn. Before long, Barry and Zach would suck each other as they watched little boys playing with horny old men; making them cum as their little mouths worked their hard cocks.
It was exhilarating.
It was stimulating.
And he knew just how illegal it was, but he didn't care. The videos of boys and men together fired his lusts and occupied his free time with non-stop jacking off. From time to time, Zach would provide him a new flash drive with more porn. Every video, every picture gave him something to fuel his dreams. But something happened with the last batch of videos.
The boys in them were a lot younger than he had seen before. Most of the videos were of teen boys and some just barely into puberty. He reconciled himself with the fact that the boys could cum and must be accepting of the playtime with men. When he opened up the latest folder, he found the boys to be small, and very much pre-teen in age.
The first video he watched appeared the boy was around 8 years old and was going down on a man's cock. His first orgasm to the boy left him tingly and disgusted at the same time. He vowed to never look at that flash drive and return it to Zach the following day.
When he woke up, he couldn't stop thinking about the little boy and how much fun he had blowing the man's hard cock. Just the thought of it caused his cock to harden, and he was instantly before his computer cranking his prick and cumming in seconds. The intensity of his orgasm gave him such a rush, and yet he stayed hard and watched a second video. By the time he finished, two hours later, he had cum four times and watched some of the most perverse acts of sex between men and boys he'd ever witnessed.
Cleaning himself up, he again vowed to get rid of the flash drive and stop watching children having sex on his computer.
Two days later, he left Zach's apartment with a new flash drive, one that Zach promised would keep him hard all weekend. Even the drive home he couldn't tame his raging cock in his pants. Though he asked Zach to watch it with him so they could suck each other off, Zach said to watch it in private and tell him what Barry thought of this new batch of videos.
Getting home, he stripped his pre-cum soaked pants and plopped himself down in front of his computer. The first video involved a boy no more than 5 years old. Before any action started, Barry came while watching the naked little boy laying on a bed.
After cleaning himself up, the guilt and remorse kicked in and left him questioning his morality. The disgust he felt for his behavior caused his dick to soften up, which was good as someone knocked on his door.
Barry got dressed and headed to the door. Gazing through the peephole, he found a Sheriff standing at his door.
"FUCK."
Panic gripped him as he debated about not opening the door. Though he had turned his computer off in a moment of disgust, the flash drive was still in his laptop.
The Sheriff knocked again. "Please open the door. I know you are standing there. I can see your shadow."
Barry reached for the handle, resigned to his fate. All the self-loathing he felt throughout his childhood came crashing down. His life was forfeit and he would probably rot in prison for the massive collection of child porn he possessed.
He opened the door and tried to act innocent. "Yes. Sorry. What can I do for you officer?"
The Sheriff looks at his notebook and studies Barry. "Do you know Umar al-Mirza?"
Barry shook his head. "I think he lived here before I bought the place with the previous owner. But I don't know him."
"You wouldn't mind if I looked around, just to confirm please?"
"Um. Why?"
"Just police business, nothing to worry about."
Except for the stack of porn sitting at his desk and the cum rags on the floor, sure there was nothing to worry about. Barry thought to himself.
"Sure, I guess."
The Sheriff walked around the house causally but not finding anything left Barry to himself, drenched in sweat. He peeked out the window expecting some SWAT team to be waiting to bust in his door, but when the Sheriff drove off, he dodged a bullet.
For now.
Barry gathered up his flash drives, grabbed his phone and headed for Zach's place across town. His attempts to reach him were met with voicemails, but this wasn't something he was willing to leave a message about.
The drive was nerve-wracking, but an hour and a ½ later he arrived at his apartment complex. He found that Zach's car was there, so he assumed he was playing with some horny man or just watching some of the very porn Barry just viewed.
Once his car was parked, he headed up to the 3rd floor to his apartment and hoped he would answer. He checked his pocket and verified the flash drives were tucked away. Checking his pockets for holes, he was confident that nobody would see the action contained within those pieces of hardware. He didn't want to give them up, and he debated about just burning them, but he wanted to warn Zach.
Just in case.
Heading down the hall, he saw an older man with a small boy come out of Zach's apartment. The boy looked no older than four and he was bouncing as he walked down the hallway holding the older man's hand. As he walked by the two, Barry nodded his head and thought for a moment they looked familiar. He knew many of his friends, but this one didn't strike a chord with him.
The boy, on the other hand, was sexy and he wished he could spend some quality time with the little one alone.
Barry knocked on the door and waited.
"What brings you here?" Zach said after opening the door.
"We need to talk. Please." Barry pushed his way into the apartment.
Zach peeked outside and then closed the door behind him.
"Dude, you look freaked out. What's wrong?"
Barry took the flash drives and tossed them on the living room table. "The Sheriff's office just paid me a visit." Barry paced around the room. "FUCK!"
"Tell me what happened?" Zack scooped up the drives and stuffed them in his pocket.
Barry told Zack what happened. He tried not to embellish, but his panicked state let him exaggerate some of the details. When he finished, he collapsed on the couch shaking and on the verge of tears.
"He didn't have a warrant, did he?"
"He just said it was police business."
Zack thought about it, nodding his head occasionally. "Okay, if they suspected what you had on your computer, they would have taken it and any electronic devices."
"Yea. But--"
"And, I believe, that if they suspected you having child porn, they would have had many more troops to arrest you."
"Yea. But--"
"No buts. You're clear." Zack got up and poured Barry a drink. "You used the disposable computer I gave you and never viewed them sweet little boys on your own computer, right?"
"Yes."
"Then, destroy that computer and I'll get you another one. As long as you avoid using your private computer for porn, they'll never find it unless you fail to hide the computer when you stop spanking your cock." Zack handed Barry the drink.
Barry drank it down and shivered. The potent alcohol was stronger than he was used to. "I don't think I can do this. It was great viewing and I've rubbed myself raw, but its not worth the risk."
Zack sat down, smiling. "I understand. Watching little boys getting fucked and sucking pedo cock is fantastic. I've been giving you some of my finest collection to help you come to grips with your lusts."
Barry smiled as images came to his mind of little boys sucking cock. Even just the memory of that chubby seven-year-old boy going down on an old man caused his cock to swell. "I. I appreciate it. I really do. But it's just so dangerous."
"Only if you behave recklessly. I've come to trust you and today proves it to me I can trust you with my deepest secrets."
Barry knew when Zack opened about his interest in little boys, he was becoming part of a special club, but couldn't imagine what secret he could have beyond viewing child porn.
"I'm afraid to ask."
Zack stood and went to the front door, double locking it. He turned down the lights and brought out a laptop from his hallway closet. Sitting next to Barry, Zack started the computer and inserted a small flash drive into the side.
"I have a new video; I think you'll like it. Are you up for watching it?"
Barry shifted on the couch adjusting his swelling cock in his jeans. "New huh? How new?"
Zack said nothing as he opened an encrypted folder and loaded a video file. "If you watch this, I gotta know you won't freak out. But I think. No, I'll just let you watch."
Barry nodded.
The video started revealing Zack's spare bedroom. The camera focused on the bed, but the sounds of giggling could be heard off camera. A little boy comes running into the room and jumps onto the bed. He is naked and already sporting a hard 2-inch boner. As he scrambles around the bed, a man comes in and joins him on the bed. The man is hard as a rock and already dripping pre-cum. He sits up and spreads his legs as the little boy crawls between them. In quick fashion, the little boy starts to fondle the man's cock.
"God, you are fucking making me horny."
"I like making you get boners, Daddy."
"Holy shit." Barry recognizes the man and boy as the ones who just left Zack's apartment before he arrived.
"Cute little shit, isn't he?" Zack reaches over and fondles Barry's cock through his pants.
"They. He. Here?" Barry can't peel his eyes off the video and the very young boy sliding the cock into his mouth.
"Yes. This is their fourth movie."
"You made this?" Barry didn't stop Zack from touching him.
"Yes, but you keep watching. I'll take care of you while you watch."
Zack unbuttons Barry's pants and helps him slide them down. His cock is leaking profusely, and Zack quickly takes Barry's dick into his mouth.
Barry dreams that he is the man on the bed and having the young boy sucking him off with the same passion as the video. It doesn't take long for Barry to lose his mind and shoot his load deep down Zack's throat. Despite having jacked off twice today before the Sheriff arrived, he produced a heavy volume of cum which Zack slurped down.
Barry catches his breath and the man on the video sprays his cum all over the little boy's face.
"That lucky man." Barry said, his cock staying hard as the man kisses the cum covered boy.
"Lucky man. Could be lucky Barry if you are interested."
Barry didn't comprehend what he just heard, still focused on the man as he takes the boy on the bed and shoves the little tool in his hairy mouth.
"Barry?"
Barry turned to Zack and nodded, but quickly returned to the video.
Zack paused the video and waited for Barry to look at him. "You've never been with a boy, have you?"
Barry shook his head.
"Well, I think its time for you to get yourself into the pedo-pool and have some fun. I can arrange a meeting with Daddy and his little boy, if you are up for it." Zack grabbed his hard cock and laughed.
"Um. Serious?"
As Zack stroked Barry's cock, he started up the video and let his friend enjoy the pleasure before him. "All you have to do is ask, and I will make it happen."
Barry nodded as he found the idea of a young boy playing with him very arousing. He didn't stop Zack from jacking him off as his balls prepared for unload for the forth time today.