This is a gay fiction story involving characters from the 1960's cartoon, The Adventures of Jonny Quest. The characters names were used without permission. If you are offended by stories involving gay sex, including with an underage boy, please read no further.
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In 1966, Dr. Benton Quest was one of America's top scientists and a constant target for kidnapping or assassination by enemies of the USA. Dr. Quest had a precocious 12-year-old tow-headed son named Jonny. The two had been alone since the mysterious death of Jonny's mother some years before.
The government, recognizing the value of Dr. Quest, had assigned a special agent, Race Bannon, to assist Dr. Quest and to act as a bodyguard for the father and son.
Race Bannon was a handsome, muscular, square-jawed, platinum-haired blonde, aged 35. It was not long before he and Dr. Quest became discreet lovers.
A tired Jonny, Race, and Dr. Quest exited their train in Bordeaux, France, and boarded a French government car to their hotel. Dr. Quest had been invited to speak at a symposium on nuclear fusion.
Exiting the shower, Dr. Quest made no attempts to cover his glistening, naked body as he toweled himself off in the bedroom. Dr. Quest was redhaired, with a neatly trimmed mustache and beard. A few inches shorter than his bodyguard lover, he was nearly as muscular, with a hairier chest.
Dr. Quest's thick 6" penis was still wet from the shower as he approached the large hotel bed. Race was already laying naked on the bed, playing with his erect 8" cock.
The two adult gay lovers kissed softly as they laid on the bed together. Their hands instinctively began to roam across the muscular chest of the other.
After several years together, Dr. Quest and Race had developed a comfortable sexual routine. The buff scientist was the first to move into position, climbing over the blonde bodyguard, placing his flaccid cock over Race's mouth, while reaching for Race's cock with his hand and placing it into his mouth. They were now fellating each other from the 69 position. After much trial and error they had decided to start from the 69 position so that neither had to wait to be satisfied.
Despite their years together, they were still a passionate, if closeted, gay couple. Licking and sucking each other like lollipops, Race and Dr. Quest soon came in each other's willing mouths.
As a way of speeding things up, Dr. Quest reiterated how tired and sleepy he was as he laid on his stomach. Race began squeezing Dr. Quest's muscular butt cheeks as he lay prone on the bed.
Parting the scientist's butt cheeks with his hands, Race began to probe Dr. Quest's rectum with his index finger before spitting into it, and then spitting into his hand and rubbing it into his again erect cock.
With no further foreplay, Race thrust his large cock into Dr. Quest's experienced anus. The 41-year-old scientist could feel every inch of Race's 8" penis penetrating him as Race furiously anally fucked his older lover.
Race's ball sack slapped happily against Dr. Quest's muscular ass as they made love that night in the Bordeaux hotel room. Race eventually came hard into Dr. Quest's love hole, lapping up some of the excess sperm with his tongue.
The two muscular lovers spooned together as they fell asleep. Dr. Quest had a full day ahead of him starting the next morning.
Having been assured that NATO was providing adequate security for the symposium, Race walked Dr. Quest to the waiting Citroen car. Dr. Quest regretted that he and Race had no time for morning sex before Dr. Quest had to depart.
It was a beautiful morning, and Race had promised to take Jonny skin diving, as they were not far from the gorgeous French coast. Packing a lunch, and some rented swim masks and flippers, Race and Jonny drove their rental car to the Montalivet beach.
Undressing in the car, Jonny and Race emerged shirtless and in tiny, tight Speedos, which would make their skin diving excursion easier by eliminating any drag underwater.
After a long winter in the States, Race admired Jonny's maturing, adolescent body as they walked along the sands. Only 12 months before, Jonny had been a typical, skinny, preteen boy. Now, Jonny was developing muscle on his legs and chest. Still hairless, Jonny's chest and flat stomach formed a "V" as they led to his slender waist.
Jonny had grown some since he had last worn his Speedos the summer before. The red bathing suit was now tight and looked small on his young frame. Race noticed that Jonny's maturing package looked uncomfortably stuffed into his small bathing suit.
What they didn't know, and would soon discover, was that Montalivet was among the first nude beaches in Europe. As it was a weekday, the beach was sparsely populated, mainly with tourists.
As they put down their towels and skin diving equipment, Race said, "When in Rome," and removed his Speedo bathing suit. Jonny had never seen a cock that big before. It looked like a thick pink pipe was hanging between Race's muscular legs.
Unlike Dr. Bannon, Race was smooth-bodied, except for a small tuft of platinum blonde hair above his thick penis. Jonny looked at the muscular bodyguard with the eyes of a horny young boy. He had never thought of Race that way before, but he could now feel a stirring in his loins as he looked at the attractive naked man.
Race showed no embarrassment or other reaction as an attractive pair of teenage girls walked by. Jonny turned his back to hide his erection from the naked 16-year-old beauties. Jonny wasn't sure if it was the girls or Race that had gotten him suddenly hard.
After the girls had sufficiently walked past, Race tugged Jonny's bathing suit to his ankles. Taking a long look at Jonny's erect member, Race uttered, "You're beginning to be a big boy," as Race ran into the cool, blue water. Jonny laughed as he ran naked after Race. Jonny's erection made it difficult to run as it slapped against his legs and balls.
Jonny's hard-on disappeared quickly once hitting the water. Adjusting their masks and flippers, Race and Jonny were strong, experienced swimmers, and were very safe in the water.
Reaching depths of 10 to 15 feet without scuba gear, Jonny and Race discovered some ship wreckage, and what appeared to be military artifacts from one of the world wars.
Race admired Jonny's smooth, sword-like naked body as it darted effortlessly through the clear water of the French coast. Jonny's hairless penis looked tantalizing to the buff bodyguard as it floated gently in the water.
After swimming and exploring underwater for some time, Race motioned for Jonny to head to shore. Reaching the shoreline where they were able to stand, Race moved behind the 12-year-old boy and stopped him by placing both of his strong hands on Jonny's developing chest.
Partially hidden by the gently crashing waves, Race's hands roamed freely across Jonny's smooth, adolescent torso. Jonny was too startled to speak, or resist. He had to admit that Race's firm hands felt good on his young, shirtless body.
With the water at Jonny's chest, Race pressed his large, flaccid penis against Jonny's small, athletic backside, further startling the cute, blonde boy, Race's right hand reached for Jonny's small penis which was coming to life with the older man's touch,
Race's big hands lovingly caressed Jonny's immature, hairless cock and balls. Jonny moaned loudly as Race gave the 12-year-pld his first hand job in the cool French waters. Suggesting to the boy that they could have more fun back at the hotel room, the naked boy and man raced to the sand in order to dress.
Back in the rental car, Race squeezed Jonny's little package through his Speedos as he hurriedly sped back to their Bordeaux hotel.
Entering the shower to wash off sand and sea water, 35-year-old Race Bannon carefully washed 12-year-old Jonny. Race paid particular attention to Jonny's pubescent chest by licking and pulling on his pinkish boy nipples.
With a hand filled with soap, Race repeatedly ran it through Jonny's juvenile butt cheeks. Reaching between the blonde boy's legs, Race groped Jonny's hairless cock.
Race dried off the preteen boy before carrying Jonny naked to the bed that he had shared with Jonny's father the night before. Jonny's penis was standing like a small flagpole as he was laid on his back by the muscular bodyguard.
The older man gently fondled Jonny's bald pubic bone and ball sack before inserting Jonny's penis into his skilled, experienced mouth. Race eagerly licked and sucked Jonny's young penis for all it was worth. Jonny came quickly before saying, "That was boss."
"I'm glad that you liked it," replied Race as he moved up from between Jonny's slender legs to straddle Jonny's clean, smooth chest. "Now it's your turn, Jonny," said the bodyguard as he proffered his thick, 8" cock to the blonde boy.
Jonny took Race's thick member into his hand. He inspected his first adult penis carefully before he began to lick the head like an ice cream cone. Jonny was unable to insert more than 2 or 3 inches into his mouth, but he did his young best. Race leaned back and again fondled Jonny's cock as the boy eventually brought the older man to an orgasm.
Race looked at the clock near the bed. He knew that time was limited before Dr. Quest would return from the symposium. Race flipped the naked preteen onto his stomach, and placed a pillow under his pelvis.
"Jonny, do you trust me?" Jonny had been through many dangerous adventures with Race, and the bodyguard had saved his life on more than one occasion. Jonny could only nod his head in the affirmative as he prepared for what he considered the inevitable consequence of gay sex.
Jonny gritted his teeth as Race lubricated his asshole with his tongue. To prep the boy, Race inserted a single finger then two as he inserted his tongue as deeply as he could into Jonny's pink rosebud.
Jonny's legs flailed as Race rimmed the 12-year-old boy. At last, Race began to slowly insert his meaty cock into Jonny's virgin anus. The pain at first was excruciating. Jonny let out a little scream and blacked out for a second or two as Race began to increase the speed, intensity, and deepness of his penetrating thrusts.
Jonny could feel Race's muscular chest pressing against his young back as his older friend continued to furiously sodomize him.
Race came on Jonny's back with a load that he had not delivered since he was a teenager. Jonny had made Race more horny than he had ever been with Dr. Quest or any other man.
Race wiped the cum off his cock with his hand as he and Jonny walked to the bathroom to wash up.
When Dr. Quest arrived from the symposium Race was sitting on the balcony smoking a cigarette. Both Race and Jonny were red from the sun and perhaps the feverish gay sex.
Dr. Quest asked Jonny how he had enjoyed the beach. "It was bitchen," Jonny answered honestly. Dr. Quest noticed that Jonny was walking awkwardly.
Jonny, whose enlarged asshole was still aching said, "I think I tweaked a hamstring while skin diving." Race smiled. He was counting the hours until Dr. Quest had to return to the symposium the following day so that he could enjoy round two with his very willing 12-year-old playmate.
The End