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Jeff knew it had been getting to the point where he’d soon have to leave, that his time with Jared was always going to be limited, but even so he always liked the move to be on his own terms. He never left a town without a new gig lined up, always able to find a cheap place to stay because he didn’t care if it was in a good area or not, in fact, with his proclivities it was always best to go unnoticed and become the embodiment of the quiet, unassuming neighbour who keeps to himself. This time the decision had largely been out of his hands, even though he’d accidentally let his guard down, just a little. It had happened before, but it was the first in a long time that he felt some concern.
When the nosy old teacher whose name he never bothered to learn eyed him warily, one day, as he was crouched down maybe a little too close to Jared under the guise of helping tie his shoelace, he’d hoped that she hadn’t seen the way his hand had briefly slid up the boy’s leg, thick fingers squeezing the slender thigh that he was intimately familiar with the taste and feel of, yet he still couldn’t get enough of. From where Mrs Nosy was stood it had probably looked like he’d been steadying the boy, but he couldn’t take the chance, he’d already been weak and reckless because of Jared’s beauty and the power the kid held over him. Jeff was careful to stand quickly and turn away, collecting the remainder of the rubbish scattered around the school yard and carrying out his other janitorial duties. Every corner he turned in school for the rest of the week, she seemed to be there, her beady eyes watching him too intently for his liking, and so he gave his notice and was gone in a matter of days. He regretted not being able to say goodbye to Jared, to see that bright smile and enjoy him in all the wrong ways one last time, but it was for the best that he leave while it was safe.
Barely a month later and Jeff had settled into a comfortable routine. A new town, a new name with no ties to his old life, he even had an apartment close to the construction site he was working on, so he didn’t even have transport costs. Life was pretty good, but best of all was the fact that his shitty, run down home was a mere five minute walk from the local park. He’d discovered this very happy coincidence the first week he was there, the unmistakable sound of a group of kids laughing and playing called to him like a siren song. He’d felt like the luckiest bastard alive, giddy with possibilities, but he also knew he’d have to be extra careful to look but not touch, literally so close to home. He soon learned that the small playground within was busy enough that his regular, solo presence didn’t appear to arouse any obvious suspicion, but not so overcrowded that there would be a flow of new, young faces all the time, so he was able to pay attention to the special few that caught his eye.
The view from the bench he’d made his own was perfect, set back from the edge of the playground but still close enough that he could hear their excited chatter as well as see them. In the June heat with the sun beating down, nobody questioned the thick sunglasses he constantly wore, or the fact that he always sat at the side furthest away from the slides and swing sets because it was almost always cool, and most importantly shaded and partially hidden from view. Sometimes other people sat down meaning he was forced to acknowledge them, occasionally making polite small talk before turning back to his book, making sure to turn pages regularly to give the appearance that he was actually reading, and not running his eyes over the precious, beautiful things only feet away and imagining all the filthy things he wanted to do with some of them. He ate his lunch there every day, claiming he wanted time away from the construction noise and dust in the week, and only ever allowing himself an hour or two at weekends because he knew from experience there was only so much temptation he could withstand before the need to follow his desires began to take over.
Two or three boys had pinged his radar, pretty young things with soft looking hair and skin, t-shirts and shorts putting inviting bare arms and legs on show. He hadn’t felt the urge strong enough to act on, but they were certainly interesting enough to fuel his nightly jerk off sessions, their round faces and skinny bodies in mind as he’d let his imagination run wild. It took the edge off his need and allowed him the illusion of control, being as close to them as he dared without giving into his weakness too soon. He should have known it was just a matter of time before too much temptation crossed his path, and it came barrelling into him in the form of a tall, slender, blue eyed boy who took his breath away in more ways than one.
Jeff was in the process of standing to leave the park for the day when he heard a warning shout close by, and automatically turned to the source. As he did the angle of his body changed, and he was struck in the solar plexus by what he’d later see was a soccer ball, but at the time he was too busy staring at the shaggy haired beauty running towards him as fast as long, lean legs would carry him, eyes wide in horror and an apology falling from his lips before he even reached the bench.
When everything became a little wobbly around the edges and sounds around him echoed even over the pounding of the pulse in his ears, it registered in Jeff’s lust fogged brain that his lungs were burning. What little breath that hadn’t been knocked out of them with the ball was being held in his lungs as a consequence of his instant attraction to the boy. He let out and drew in several deep breaths just as the boy reached him, and up close, he was even more beautiful.
Shiny brown hair tinged golden in the sun, cute little nose covered in faint freckles which spread onto smooth, rounded cheeks. He had wide, trusting eyes as blue as the clearest ocean, and a soft, sweet mouth just begging to be kissed and fucked. Within moments of laying eyes on those full lips, Jeff could already picture his swollen dick sliding between them, pushing in deep to feel the slick heat and tightness of the boy’s throat as he’d gag at the spongy head of his cock hitting the tender flesh.
He was startled out of his musings by a woman’s voice, which was actually a good thing at that moment because it gave him an opportunity to sit back down and hide the fact he was rock hard and there was no way his thin cargo shorts would hide that fact. Hearing the woman lambasting the boy, making a show of throwing the ball into the trash can, and threatening to ground him until he reached double digits if he couldn’t be careful with his toys made Jeff angrier than he could remember being in a long time. Long-suffering and frustrated mother or not, how dare she speak to such an innocent angel in that way? He’d forced down his anger for the boy’s sake, put on his best fake cheery voice, reassuring the woman no harm was caused, kids will be kids and asking her not to punish her son for simply playing. When the boy - Colin, he soon learned - began sobbing more apologies and begging to have his ball back, all Jeff wanted to do was take the little thing into his arms and soothe him, but instead had to settle for rubbing his arm and telling him he was forgiven. Colin’s skin was warm and so, so soft that it made Jeff’s cock even harder, and when the boy looked up at him with grateful, watery eyes at the reassurance, he knew that a single touch would never be enough and his hard fought battle was lost.
For two long weeks, Jeff played the role of the lonely but friendly guy who came to the park for some quiet time, concocting a sob story of a much beloved and missed dead wife and child to account for his interest in watching the kids playing, rather than the dark need he was cursed with. Colin’s divorcée mother fell for it hook, line and sinker, inviting him to join her for coffee from the park’s sole truck. It became something they did on an almost daily basis, she only had to work mornings while Colin was on Summer vacation, she said, and was grateful for the company. She jumped at the idea when Jeff suggested a picnic in the park for the three of them, granting him unknowing access to chase, tickle and touch Colin as much as he could get away with in public. The bright smile and hug he received from the boy when he presented him with a brand new soccer ball was worth putting up with the mother’s mindless drivel, and the kiss she planted on Jeff’s lips was an irritation he could ignore just to feel the beautiful boy’s small frame in his arms.
His nights were filled with the memory of the feel of soft, sun warmed skin and the boy’s intoxicating smell while he stripped his cock to mental pictures of Colin’s gangly limbs, Popsicle stained lips, carefree laughter and the smiles just for him. He came so hard each time to his fantasies, but once the afterglow faded his need grew, and touching himself wasn’t anywhere near enough. He had to have the boy, his crush had become an obsession and the beast inside him had to be fed.
His opportunity to be alone with Colin came a month after their first meeting, thanks to the boy’s father bailing on his weekend custody. Jeff wasted no time in swooping in to save the day, offering to watch Colin while his mother attended some event Jeff should probably have paid attention to her droning on about. It would only be for a few hours she’d hesitantly assured him, and in return he’d said enjoy yourself, because he certainly planned to.
Colin’s fruit flavoured mouth tasted as good as it looked, and felt as glorious as he hoped. The sounds he made as Jeff buried his hands in soft, silky locks to hold him still while he fucked his young face, stretching the boy’s lips tight around his blood thick flesh, was like music to his ears. The sight of Colin’s tear stained and come streaked pink cheeks more breathtaking than the most colourful sunset. The scent of the boy, sunshine filled Summer sweat, milkshakes and innocence filled his nostrils and made his cock ache more with every lungful of air he pulled in from whatever part of the boy’s body Jeff was kissing.
After taking Colin’s mouth and exploring with his own, instead of being sated like he usually was, Jeff’s desire for the boy was ramped up to a level he’d rarely experienced. The excruciating tease of spending so many weeks around the beautiful creature but being unable to touch and taste the way he’d longed to, only made him more than a little desperate, and with the young body available to him for only a few more hours, recklessness had won over caution.
As much as he enjoyed doing it, Jeff didn’t often fuck his precious boys. It was risky, so much more than using their mouths and hands, and the man wasn’t a fool. Kisses, touches and blowjobs could typically be covered up by careful words and sometimes mild threats, but fucking them meant much higher stakes. It also meant that once he’d had a taste of all the pleasures their bodies could give him, he always wanted more, which was fine if he had the time and a decent cover story, but in this case he was taking an opportunity handed to him by fate rather than something he’d carefully planned. None of that mattered, though, not once he had the boy naked in his bed.
Jeff savoured every inch of soft, young skin under his hands, lips and tongue. He revelled in the feel of the shapely limbs that wrapped around him, and the long, elegant fingers that tried uselessly to push him away. He lapped at that sinful mouth and swallowed down sobs, whimpers and grunts as they fell from plump, rosy lips as he pushed his fingers deep inside Colin’s body, opening him up in preparation for what was to come. The taste, sight and feel of the boy was perfect, and worth every second of his efforts as he slowly sank into the exquisite heat and tightness of Colin’s beautiful, fragile body. He watched, mesmerised, as his thick cock spread that tiny, pink hole wider and wider to accommodate his full length. He lost himself in the feeling of the tight clutch of his prize, trying to make it last as long as possible before instinct took over. He fucked Colin deep and hard, the force of his thrusts pushing the boy up the bed, so caught up in pleasure that he almost spilled inside the tiny body before he forced himself to pull out at the last minute. Rolling off the boy to catch his breath, he knew that the image of Colin’s little cock, pudgy belly and skinny chest covered in thick ropes of his come would forever be burned into his mind.
A few days later, the older man was packed and on a Greyhound to his next destination. He was fairly certain that the threat of the boy’s parents not wanting Colin if they knew what he’d done would mean their secret would stay between the two of them, but he’s not stupid enough to hang around in case it didn’t. Jeff couldn’t remember all the boys he’d enjoyed over the years, but there were some that always stuck in his mind. Jensen and Jared were two of his favourites to reminisce over, and something about Colin made him think of both boys. Maybe it was the long, thick eyelashes, freckles and delicious mouth that brought Jensen to mind. His time with that lovely little thing seemed like so long ago. The shaggy hair, long limbs and carefree laugh were traits Colin definitely shared with Jared, and his ass was just as perfect, too. Whatever it was they shared, Colin had his own beauty, and Jeff wasn’t going to forget any of those precious things and the gifts they’d given him, any time soon.
For the second time in less than three months he was on the move. It made Jeff uneasy, and after a few hours he decided he should probably lie low for a while. Most of his jobs over the past few years had paid cash - easier to move on with no regular paper trail - and as a result of his simple lifestyle he had a few thousand dollars with him at any one time. He figured that as he was already heading North, he may as well go somewhere he’d never been before. He’d always heard that Canada was a nice, friendly place, and it was as good a place as any. He was sure they had some pretty, pretty boys just waiting for him up there, too.