Lonely boy on the bus and his old friend and me.

Back in middle school I started taking the bus. I would get a key to my house, and that was more freedom for me.

On my bus there is no one that I sit with, unlike most of the other kids. Looking for a place to sit, I see this boy (J) and another boy (S) sitting behind him messing around with him. I try to get this other boy to stop, and he said “fight me” I knew he wasn’t going to do that on the bus where he would easily get in trouble. J didn’t tell the bus driver on S. I think S was just messing around with J knowing he was very shy. I tried talking with him, but it took days for him to say a word. He’d let S mess around with him. S though was actually an amatur bully, he would just take J’s books and give it back to him at the bus stop. Me and J and some other kids got off the bus and (P) he was in the same grade as me. Me and J wen’t off in opposite directions. I wanted to talk to him, but I didn’t want to annoy him by following him so I went home.

Back at the bus again after school, I look for J and I see S there as well. I still try to talk to J but nothing. Then I tell S to leave J alone, and grab J’s book from S’s hands.

Back at the same bus. This time with something to talk about. But I’m not show off like the other kids, so I try to talk about something else. J turned his head the other way not interested. So I try not to offend him, I tell J about my new phone. S takes it from me and I grab it back. Then I let J and S look at it. S wants to borrow my phone, but I don’t let him. He probably is going to mess around with it or hide it somewhere. J looks at the phone a bit and gives it back. Then we get off at our bus stops.

At the bus again and as usual I sit with J and S in the back. P, my classmate that I don’t know much about notices that I always sit with J. Perhaps he finds it unsual that I sit next to a kid that is 2 grades lower than me. P says something, and J responds by “Stop, I know this kid.” I was happy that he was talking more and being more social. I’m not that social, but I tried with this boy that I saw needed friends. S as awalys was playing around with us. We got off our stops.

At the bus again! You know it! Sat at the same spot with J, S behind us, and P sitting on the other row. I let J borrow my phone, and he thanked me for that. I even let S borrow it on the condition that he does not troll me or J.

Well at the bus again, I don’t see J, and S was there. S was asking me questions like why do you keep hanging out with this kid? And can I see your phone for a bit. So I let him, but kept a close eye on him and a hand on the phone, and told him to move closer, as my arms can’t reach all the way back there.

Again at the bus I saw J and S and P was there. J said sorry I was with my other friend, (M) and they walked to J’s house. He invited me to walk with them and that they were going to walk on Friday again since the weather is getting better. I said I might join you guys. I was curious who M was. Im glad J has another friend though. It’s better to have a few friends than many.

Friday I was looking for J and M, I ran into the bus J wasn’t there, then left the bus. I looked around and check the street and I saw 2 boys walking. And one of them was the same hight as J and looked like J, J likes to wear baseball caps, so I had a strong feeling it was him. I ran to them, and then the busses were moving. I ran in between the busses when they stopped at the stop sign. Then I saw J and M up the hill. I ran up there and I felt a bit sweaty. Then I greeted J. Them M said hello to me. J and M are two funny kids. They took a shortcut on the corner of the street. I was scared to go near the neighbors house. But they said they did it everytime. So I took the long way and then ran across the street to catch up to them. J and M walked on top of the brick wall, right next to the wall was lavander plants growing. We took some, and I put a bunch on my pocket as well as these other yellow flowers. Then there was the crossing guard gretting us. He said hi to J and M and me. He seems to know them well, as they must walk often. Then they went to another street, but I check the time, and my parents must me expecting me so I went home that day.
At home I told them I walked, and they said it was good excersie, and they don’t mind if I come home a bit later for that reason.

The next week I walked when I could, stayed after some days for homework help and clubs, and would get picked up. But my parents would pick me up even If I don’t stay after. I told them I would walk. They said even in the rain? I said its fine, and I got an umbrella. Then I walked with J and M and wen’t home just like that day.

That next Friday I wen’t to their house. We wen’t down the hill and I saw some other kids walking to their homes. M wanted to race so me and J raced down the hill, and I tried not to slip as it rained the previous day. J said he knows a shortcut to his house, but it was in between houses and I was scared that someone would see us. I asked J and he said that you could go around and meet us at the other side, but I was afraid I would get lost, and miss out the fun with them.

So I walked carefully and quietly along the grass in between the houses, while J and M were running around and making noise, like boys do. We were playing in other peoples backyards, we would stay there no more than 1-5 minutes so we don’t get caught. Then I though’t what could possibly go wrong? Worst would happen they would say stay off my lawn! This was nothing compared between cutting through the house at the corner. So I decided I would cut through that house as well.

We finally got to J’s house, and he goes to the back of his house. I didn’t see any cars or anything. His parents wern’t He gets the hidden key from the secret spot, and opens the door. We all leave our bags in the garadge.

Well so much happens after the first time I go to J’s house, I would have to make it like episodes or a series, something like that! I could keep writing and writing, but I have to seperate the posts lol!

My Regret

I have read some of you guys stories and they are both beautiful and sad because it hurts a lot for me. For those boys who can have a man to love them, they are so lucky.

I grow up in a family where mom and dad always fight for no reason. My dad is alcohol addicted so whenever he has free time he will go out to drink with his “friends” or invite them home, especially when mom is not home. When I was a child, he would doubt if I am his real (blood related) son and questioned me about that when he was drunk (Well he was always drunk so… ). If I made mistakes he would say or shout something purely mean. He never touched me or hit me but he didn’t really care about me. All he care about was alcohol. So we didn’t talk much, no more than 50 words per day. Sometimes he would complained that I always told mom everything but not him and because of that we got into a sever quarrel when I was 13. It was the first time I dared to do that and I was crying back then but he just won’t listen. I rarely invited my friends to play in our house because of the unfriendly atmosphere in it. Besides, I didn’t have many friends cause I was introverted ( I still am ), which also caused me to be bullied by other kids.

Now I am 22. To be honest ( please don’t laugh at me ), I wish I was a boy again and I could find a man who could hold me and kiss me, who could make me feel safe and happy, who could teach me things like a father teaches his son, who could encourage me to talk to new people and develop social skills. But I know this will only happen in my dreams.

Sorry for my English. Here is a photo that I have been keeping for about 2 years. He is so beautiful and I LOVE him and his smile very much. Does anyone have more pics of him? I believe I got it from the previous version of this website and it is also called “beauty of boys”.

“A Little Friend” Chapter 1

It was late June, July was a few days away, so we just got into summer. Which is not a season I’m a fan off. Mostly because of bees. Wasps more specifically actually. Bees are endangered so I do my best to help one of those fluffy adorable important helpers when I can. I’ve actually kept the bee hive in my backyard, and even planted some ice followers so they can thrive. But those aggressive dumb looking wasps that will sting you for no good reason, hate, and they come out the most in the summer. And maybe because of the hot sun recently thanks to *cough* us *cough* global warming *cough*.

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“A Little Friend” Prologue

So this is going to be a story I’ll be writing here, since I don’t think it’s a good idea to share it publicly. It’s Entirely fictional…. So, here we go.

Seven Months since college. Finished my studies in architecture. My father was a construction working and home designer back in the day. It was bound for me to take after his ‘Legacy’. I always had the strong interest in designing homes and construction. I can not stare at a house without trying to identify how it was constructed, from Blueprint to the finished product. As a young boy I always built bird houses, I even made my very own tree house as my dad was always working and my mother, well couldn’t quite understand how to put one together. My background is decorated with them, all different unique styles and colors, oh the birds injoy they’re especially designed quick visit homes to drink and feed. And now soon enough, I’m going to be able to makes homes for people such as myself.

Currently I am working with a small construction company that repair old houses or takes them down, it’s all about beginning somewhere right? At least the job offers a decent pay and some experience and exploration on construction where I can take it somewhere else in a few years.

Since I haven’t been home much, I haven’t been able to talk to my friend across the street from my place, Alan. He’s a ‘pro’ cyclist and runner, works at a shoe store as a sales associate. He’s about 25, same as me, just a little taller and more handsome then me I would say. So one day when I got home from the grocery store since I had the work day off, Alan came and helped me with my stuff from the store. I remember him saying something like “Those arms are already getting overworked brother, lemme give ya a hand!” After snatching the bags from my arms. He’s always been that super outgoing type dude that everyone would want to be friends with, loyal, funny, caring and smart. After he took the bags and catched me up on the news of his latest girlfriend, which I have never had a interest in any girls, or guys, I’ve sorta claimed myself Asexual. I turned to what I saw was new neighbors? I dident recall there being anyone new moving into the empty house beside Alan’s place. Alan caught me looking and pointed out they moved in three weeks ago. A woman, a man, and a young boy. But what caught my eye the most was, the boy? My eyes kept tracking him walking beside his father to the car grabbing a few boxes which I guess were coming from a storage locker.  but this boy. I don’t know why he caught my attention so much. I’ve seen so many kids when I was younger, from school, babysitting to even now just at parks, but none of them interested me so strangely like this kid did. His hair was a blonde gold color. A bit shorter on the back and sides, longer on the top. Pale skin, and from what I could tell was maybe bluish greenish eyes. It was hard to tell what his age was from the distance. His father handed him a smaller box which he could carry, his father had a medium length hair, a bit of stubble and a little on the aged side, maybe in his late 30’s, sorta looked like the guy from ‘Better call Saul’. The woman, stood at the houses door, blonde long hair, wavy down past her neck, slightly clear skin, with a bright smile as she let the boy pass her into the house. Where I finally got my attention back. I followed Alan into my place, questioning to myself, why did this boy give me this feeling? Feeling like, warmth? Chills, and my heart race for a short moment? Whatever it was, this wasent normal. this is how this whole thing started. Where I made my first little friend.

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My little blue : Jonas

I Took alec with me in the car, he like beinh in the front seat , he starts playing policeman and thief while i was talking on my phone to a friend about tomorrow’s plans, Alec was feeling safe with me, it was a good ride at least, finally..

Alec: okey stop its here
Me: perfect, so we wait
Alec: can i go get some air
Me: i know whats on your mind kid, so stop what you trying to do
Alec: please officer trust me

30min pass and our man didnt come yet, i start suspecting that kid’s story

I get out the car to smoke a cigarette, it was calm outside, and i can hear the sound of the sea, i opened the car for alec to go out, and the time i lamp my cigarette i turn to find nothing but the door of the car opened, the bastard run away, he wasnt helpfull anyway..

It was 12pm already, i took my car going back to the police station,and there yes right on the station’s door, Alec was sitting,

Me: for god’s sake, what are you doing here ?
Alec: sorry officer for what happend
Me: that wasnt nice, you play trick on me, and really whats up with you, we finished the interview and, i dont care about that lukas,so why you came back?
Alec: i have nowhere to go officer ,

I felt weird giving him time and talking to him, actually am the kind who dont like too much talk, and here i am talking to a little boy in the middle of the night in my place of work.

Me: call me clark
Alec: nice to meet you clark, am jonas
Me: everytime you’ll suprise me dont you
Jonas: am full of surprises haha
Me: sure you are
Jonas: i wanna tell you something about lukas,
Me: he’s here too?
Jonas: he never been here, he’s just doesnt exist.
Me: oh really ?! is it your imaginary friend
Jonas: you can say so
Me: alright, i have a friend with shelter you can pass the night there if you want to
Jonas: okey thank you, you’re a good cop
Me: sure i am

I took him on my car to my friend’s shelter, i made up a story to my friend that the kid is a result of an abusive father and a divorced couple and he need somewhere to sleep, i didnt took him to my place cause neighbours will think something wrong seeing me with a homeless kid going in my house, of course my friend believed me and he didnt refuse as usual.

Part 1: the city https://beautyboysj2sgq3.onion.rip/2019/01/my-little-blue-the-city/

My little Blue “The City”

I start writing this story about a love drama between a boy and a man “its a fiction story, even the persons and places” i’ll post a part each week, enjoy reading

The city

My name is clark, am a police officer in my mid thirties and single, i work mostly at night in a big city called castedia full of buildings and lights, its a city that never sleep, i live in an appartement located in a big building close to the beach, my task as a P.O is to answer any radio call from the station, so i drive my car hanging waiting for that call to come, i love the night and its lights, and its almost calm than the day.

One night i got a radio call by 8Pm , a homeless man killed another in a fight, it was the second murder, so that night we arrest most homeless people that we can, women,children,men, all of them so we can investigate what happens that night and the other night, between homeless men, well for me i capture two men and a little boy, he was about 12 years old, i get them to the station where we started interviewing them one by one.

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Adios Amigos, via con Dios

I have recently returned home from a very long road trip, photographing traditional boat races on the Mekong River, jumping back and forth between Thailand, Cambodia, and Laos.  If you prefer to travel sans tourist busses this would be a wonderful experience.  The people in the rural parts of South East Asia are very friendly, and curious, whenever foreigners show up and take an interest in the area.

My ability to speak their dialect is weak, but I learned that the boy with the shaved head was recently a nen, or novice monk, for one week following the death of his grandfather.  This is a customary practice among Buddhists in this region.

I never share or sell my favorite photos; instead, I keep them for myself.  Making an exception this time to share this photo of two Cambodian boys and their dog because it sums up nicely how I feel about boys.  What struck me the most about these two is that they were neither a nuisance, nor were they afraid, as you might find among city dwellers.  They polite, soft-spoken, even asking if I had “eaten rice today” which is a typical polite greeting.  They never posed for pictures (that annoying habit many people have of using their fingers to frame their faces, or giving the peace sign).  They didn’t ask for money.  Instead, they wanted to introduce me to their dog, and their cows, and to the pigs.

I could feel loving kindness oozing from the boys.  Was it real?  Or was it just my imagination?  My answer to those questions is that I felt a very strong connection to them, immediately.  It was a feeling that was warm and relaxed, and trusting, and it certainly was real for me.  I suppose that’s what makes me a boylover.

This will be my last post at this site. I suppose being a boylover comes in many flavors, and we all have different ways expressing our love for boys.  I have decided to leave you all in peace to find and express love in your own way.

my journey from a curious loved boy to a respectful loving man

I am very proud of who i am and who i enjoy spending my time with and if everything wasnt so backwards and we werent so stigmatize id gladly post my picture but for now ill just say im a 30 year old boy lover from long island but i went thru a journey to get here
in the summer of my 7th birthday i spent most of it at my uncles house one day i was outside with no shirt playing basketball when i saw this amazingly handsome 25 year old man named johnny he smiled at me i smiled at him he had just moved next door to my uncle and one night my uncle asked him if he could watch me and johnny said yes he was so charming looked like a model had an amazing smile and luckily for me a secret we had watched a movie at one point i sat on his lap and i smiled at him, i could feel him throbbing he smiled at me and said “I have to use the bathroom real quick ill be out in a few minutes” his bathroom door had a sort of crack in it i got up after a minute saw him pleasuring himself and i could not look away i started to imitate him and to this day i dont know if it was the feeling or just watching him that made me moan he saw me staring at him he smiled, i smiled
i told him “what is this? why does this feel so good im so happy johnny” he replied “you can do 2 things first you can walk away if you feel this is silly or wrong or we can get to know eachother” i walked into the bathroom as he kept pleasuring himself looking at me so i took off my shirt as he took off his i felt his abs, his whole body and he explored mine he then kissed me i didnt want this to end i felt so special he put on a movie of boys and men i couldnt look away they were movies of him and kids my age and up to 15 i saw a young boy penetrated by him the boy said ow at first but then smiled and looked so happy i asked him “will that happen to me?” he replied “only if you want to try” I replied “he looks so happy i wanna be happy too” he licked my entire body and my whole back side it was the best feeling in the world i didnt want him to stop then he grabbed my hand and said “this will hurt at first if you feel too hurt squeeze my hand i will stop i dont ever want to hurt you i want to make you happy like i know you can make me” and it hurt just for a minute and then i felt like the luckiest boy on earth after we were finished he kissed me and held me and asked me “did you ever do this before because ive never seen a boy so happy and so passionate i knew from the first day you smiled at me that i had to have you” I told him “no this is my first time but ive seen my older cousins do this and it wasnt until i met you that i ever thought id be this happy” we became very close he even told my uncle that he would watch me every night he had to work we got closer and closer and closer it went on for years by my 14th birthday i would spend almost every night with him he told me on my 15th birthday “i love you, youve become so amazing your so sexy and your the first boy ive ever been with seriously i wish i could hold your hand in public kiss you whenever i want but there are people who think what we have is not right and would say im hurting you and im a bad man” i kissed him held his hand looked in his eye and said “you make me so happy i feel so special that every chance we could be together we were i love that for 8 years now youve watched me grow taught me so much in bed and if anyone ever found out or tried to call you bad or say your hurting me id tell them no, all we do is watch movies and play video games id never let anyone take you away from me im your boy your my man or as you love me to say in bed your my daddy” after that we had the most intense love making ever he was always so gentle with me but i begged for my birthday for him to go harder and he did i was in love i was so special to him that he begged me to penetrate him and i did
when i turned 17 my birthday gift was a little different he blindfolded me told me to lay back and enjoy it felt different i knew it wasnt johnny but it felt so good he had me open my eyes and there was louis his 10 year old god son after louis was done he took a nap johnny wanted to talk to me so we went in his office where he told me “your gonna be a man soon and while no matter how old you get ill always want you, its not fair for me to keep other possibilites from you” I asked him “does this mean you want a new boy” he replied honestly “no if i had the power to keep you 15 forever id do it before you i would only touch a boy once maybe twice you were the first one i loved the first one who i could go crazy with and could take it and this is something you deserve to have with a boy one day unless you didnt like louis and only liked me” i replied honestly “i dont know who i like better i just know that louis made me feel kinda special if that makes sense in a dif way then you do but i belong to you” he replied “yes you do which is why im telling you to try new things always tell me about it, try to always be charming and respectul like i am with you” when i got my car and shit i started going to the gym working out building muscle and trying to figure out if it was older men i wanted or if it was something else
my 13 year old brother had a best friend move in and boy was he attractive i was 23 at this time and openly gay one day he needed a ride from school i picked him up he got in my car i could see he was hard i made a joke to him “damn i wish i was a 13 year old girl” he laughed and said “ive seen you stare at me many times i always have my shirt off when your around i swim with just tight underwear ive done everything i could but walk up and grab you” i pulled over into a parking lot and i told him “James if you want to try this im down but no one can know” he responded by kissing me and jumping on top of me arching his back putting my hand on his butt he was just as into this as i was with johnny when i was his age we took turns with who was on top that first night we both had 3 orgasms the next day he texted me saying “i know i cant tell your brother but i have a friend who i can tell who also is into you if you wanna hang with him some time” i met up with him and i told him “james if i hung out with your friend it only be because you wanted me to or because we all hung out right now i dont think you and i are done with everything i want to take care of you make you happy make you smile.” he responded with “once a month we both get to hang out with other people if we want but i can tell this is more then sex i feel the same about you just dont let another young teen take my place without giving me a heads up” i held his hand kissed him and said “i dont have to see anyone else just you” he replied with “why cant people realize this is real love fuck age im happy with you i hate that you cant tell anyone about us or we cant be a couple i dont care if ur brother isnt my friend anymore i wanna kiss you in public i wanna be your boy and you are def my sexy daddy” hearing that word from this beautiful fit, drop dead gorgeous teen boy made me instantly get aroused one night we made a bet to see how long we could be together we took turns on top and bottom we both wanted to win as i went to pleasure him he took my phone out and hit record saying “thats my daddy making me feel so good” i took one of him saying “thats my son you really gonna say he dosent want this?” he was so cocky he even picked up the phone while we were in bed while his dad called james was now 15 i was 25 out of the blue Johnny called me asking if i wanted to hang out and if i wanted to i could bring james i told james about johnny and me and asked if he wanted to go he said “yes babe i wanna thank him without him and you id never have you” johnny was 38 or so now and to be honest still looked so damn fine he had a new 14 year old friend this boy was blonde hair blue eyes had a youtube channel of him lifting weights he and my james hung out johnny and i caught up johnny told me “Im so happy with you youve obviously become the man i wanted you to be” i replied “well i dont know what to call myself but ill say im attracted to both men and boys” all 4 of us did stuff together and sometimes one or two of us just watched after james and i left johnnys he said in the car to me “so its kinda like your son just went crazy on ur old daddy when im into boys will you promise to be around for me like johnny is for you” i told him “oh hell yea so do you know if you like younger or not yet?” he told me “for my 16th birthday i did eperiment with my lil cousin it was nice but i felt like i was cheating” i told him ‘no babe i want you to feel amazing it would only feel like cheating if i considered another boy my son or you had another daddy”

I know this has been kinda explicit and i know some of you reading this may believe in look and dont touch, some may believe in touch as much as you can some may think they are afraid to act all i can say is i was with quite a few older guys when i was a boy and teen loved every single one and every boy or teen ive been with since has loved it and felt so amazing im not saying randomly go get a boy but sometimes boys and teens know what they want and want to give it to you and if you decline think about how sad that poor boy would be….

Dark Times for Gentle People

Boy Lovers… people who love underage boys in the purest and most innocent manner, exist at a tumultous and confusing time.

We feel a burden from being misunderstood for decades, and our wish is to shine light on our true nature so we may live peacefully and be accepted within the world.

The truth about Boy Lovers is that we are a people of loyalty toward boys under the age of legal adulthood. The Boy Lovers who have written this publication care about the well-being of all little boys, preteens, and teens, and some of us would have little consideration for our own well-being and safety if one was in jeopardy. The popular notion that Boy Lovers are dangerous rapists is nothing but paranoia to instill unwarranted fear. However, this fear shall fade, just as it has toward homosexuality, and our truly calm, intelligent, and caring nature will be known.

There was a time when women, young girls, and yes even men were accused of witchcraft and had their liberties, and often their lives, taken from them, and with no more proof than an accusation or assumption from someone with an ax to grind. Modern Boy Lovers are facing a similar predicament, and we often suffer the same fate … and all because there are people who misunderstand and distrust us for our different manners, unusual beliefs, and our uncommon desire to worship the most beautiful creations who exist around us.

It takes no more than a single insinuation that someone has sexual interests in an underage boy for their life to be ripped apart by their neighbors, the media, law enforcement agencies, and public opinion … even before the person accused of some crime has an opportunity to prove their innocence. When did it become acceptable for people to destroy a person’s reputation, decency, and even any possibility for a normal future as a productive member of society … simply because a Boy Lover can see the allure, charm, and enchanting elegance in a little boy’s face or innocent smile?

Many thousands of people around the world have had their lives and their futures destroyed because someone else accused them of having inappropriate desires for a much younger human being … a person who the accused found not to be corrupted by greed, pride, or jealousy. And yet a vast majority of people who are decent law-abiding citizens of various countries live in fear of being discovered for having gentle and affectionate thoughts for someone who would not only crave the attention, but be at no more risk than any other adult the Boy Lover may know. Real love between a young boy and a Boy Lover is not a form of carnal lust; it is the same kind of love that can be felt by all people who have found the right person no matter their age.

It is beyond comprehension to imagine a gentle and decent Boy Lover as any more a threat to a boy under the age of eighteen than her father, or mother, or grandparent, or priest, or minister, or even a cherished teacher. Taking notice of a boy, his appearance, or the beauty in his personality is not indicative of lust or perversion. Most may not understand how we could see “beauty” in younger boys, but it’s unfair to harshly judge those who notice something beautiful in a child. By merely noticing younger boys we do no harm to them.

We are your neighbors, your friends, your relatives … people who don’t wish to remain close-minded nor intend physical harm on any segment of society nor would ever reciprocate if it was levied. We don’t even promote nor participate in acts of violence against those who wish to maim and kill us, but there are many who express vile and perverse ways to exact revenge on people who’ve never committed a single act of cruelty to anyone else. How bizarre that so called “monsters” choose to remain civil, decent, and prefer restraint over flamboyance when our detractors spew hateful rhetoric and incite horrible acts of violence against Boy Lovers.

And yet our society has in its grasp the potential to turn this perverse situation around and discuss the facts rather than the falsehoods. It’s almost as if people are afraid to know the truth, because their own lives might come under the same level of inspection, and their dark secrets might be dragged into the light.

The Beauty of Boys exists in spite of the lies and distortions being levied against a select set of individuals who adore boys under the legal age of adulthood. It is by sheer determination and guile this publication and web site continue to survive, in spite of many hundreds of attempts to silence both. What seems peculiar, and difficult to understand, is why narrow-minded and fearful people are dead-set against a differing opinion and innocent appreciation for someone when no laws have, are, or would be broken. It is paramount that we continue the fight to prove that we have no more intentions of abuse for any underage little boy or young man than the most decent and chaste human being on the planet.

Most people understand that love can take on more than a single form. The type and style of our love for underage boys isn’t meant to instill fear, hatred, or even suspicion. We adore them for their purity, innocence, playfulness, and willingness to express their affection without preconceived notions of monetary reward or material success. We’re also not afraid to play little boy’s games, help a preteen understand an important aspect of his life or the world around him, or enjoy a teen’s “different” style of music, because we Boy Lovers are still able to imagine what it’s like to think in such special and uncomplicated ways.

There are some vigilante groups and many people who promote violence against Boy Lovers, paint them as child molesters, and so called “monsters” who prey on children. As persuasive as these groups can be we ask that you take what they say with a grain of salt. Hear our side of the story, and you may learn a great deal that other sources won’t tell you.

We are not the monsters you have been misled to believe … we love little boys, preteens, teens, and young man under the age of eighteen … but have no desire to harm any.

Peruse our work, examine it closely, open your mind, and be as critical as you possibly can be about the messages being touted and the information being shared, for it is our greatest ambition to prove to those around us that we Boy Lovers are not evil, nor cruel, nor mindless monsters who wish to cause pain and suffering. We’re decent, law-abiding, and considerate members of society who can see beyond the veil of age discrimination into a world filled with innocent exploration, a desire for sharing, and an intense need for love without injury.

Enjoy our efforts and try to look beyond the stereotypes others have presumed and insisted upon. We offer our creation in the hope that our message can be shared and our existence accepted by all.

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Originally from Alicelovers Magazine, Issue 2. It applies to us equally – I copied the text and replaced Girls with Boys.

Sleeping with Naruto

My neighbor left me in charge of his son, a blond boy about ten years old because she had to go out all night. He was of medium height, blond hair (as I mentioned) and water blue eyes. In short, a beautiful boy. I only had a matrimonial bed, and the truth is that I wanted to take him to sleep with me. I knew he was a Naruto fan, so I told him I could disguise him like him because his mom never wanted to.
I asked him to bring some eyeliner that his mother is had to draw the symbols that like the naughty boy. He brought the eyeliner from his house as well as a band he used to imitate the ninja in his games. I drew his whiskers, and put the band on his head. And he showed me that Naruto also had some symbols on his abdomen, and he asked me to draw them too. It was a dream come true. Previously I had seen this little boy in a swimsuit while he was bathing in an inflatable pool that he had, and he was peering at him from the window with binoculars, and I always thought he was a boy with a spectacular body. He took off his shirt and unveiled his beautiful torso, I could no longer hide my emotion. Above his pants stood the elastic of his underwear, which were blue checkered boxers. That was the drop that spilled the glass, this child was simply beautiful. I saw the symbols I had to draw, and that’s what I did, which gave me a chance to feel his skin, it was so soft, I could not wait to take him to be. Somehow he was convinced to take off his pants too, revealing his checkered blue boxers. It was spectacular, a God in miniature.
I convinced him to stay that way until bedtime telling him that his mom would not let him walk in his underwear around his house. He sat watching the television and watched it from the kitchen while preparing dinner. From time to time I would take a look to see that beautiful boy. I convinced him to stay that way until bedtime telling him that his mom would not let him walk in his underwear around his house and that it was very comfortable. He sat watching the television and watched it from the kitchen while preparing dinner. From time to time I would take a look to see that beautiful boy.
Finally, when it was time to sleep, I carried it to the top floor, where my bedroom is, and laid it on the bed. He told me he was going to put on his pajamas, but I managed to convince him to sleep in boxers, which I did all the time to be comfortable. I took off my clothes and just left my underwear. I had this boy at my mercy and I could not contain the excitement of spending the night with him. I asked him if I could give him a massage so he could relax and sleep better, and he said yes. I asked him to lie down on his back so he could start with his back. His skin was as smooth as Chinese silk, without any imperfection, white as milk. Touching her back, her legs, was a dream come true. I could not resist, I kissed madly all over his back to touch that soft skin with my lips, and it was incredible, because eating kisses something that tasted like glory, the innocence of a child.
He asked me why I was kissing him, what I invented that was a type of Greek massage that I had studied some time ago. I asked him to turn his head up so he could continue with his chest and abdomen. The symbols he had drawn on his abdomen had been erased a little. And continue with the massage, while he squinted his blue eyes like water, in sign that he liked. And so I did, with his chest, abdomen, legs, neck head. Without realizing it, I began to kiss his entire torso. My mouth was stained with the eyeliner, but I did not care, I just wanted to prove the innocence that came from each of the pores of this boy’s skin. I was in glory, I was fulfilling the fantasy I had for a long time, and I knew that this opportunity was unique and unrepeatable.
Finally, we covered ourselves with the sheets of the bed, and I did not want to stop feeling that skin. We slept holding each other, that way his skin and mine touched. Feeling that skin against my chest was the glory, I turned off the light and finally we fell asleep until the sun peeking over the horizon touched our faces with its fiery rays.
I asked him not to tell his mother anything about what happened, because she would not let him receive another “Greek” massage from me.