Date: Thu, 20 Jan 2011 18:35:03 -0600
From: Zane Lewis <affyar1@cox.net>
Subject: Andrew's Adventures 1

Andrew's Adventures - M/b, Oral - November 18, 2008
By Afril, With help from a Friend
Copyright 2008 The Gay Furry Association

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/Sarcasm mode on

Remember the 'Good Old Days'? Neither do I, But it seemed such an innocent
time. When Father worked and Mother kept house and The Family Secrets
stayed in the Family, Instead of on Reality TV? Here is a story that
harkens back to those 'Innocent' times - When Mothers were Pill-Freaks,
Fathers drank a Lot, Children didn't need Therapy when 'Played' with... And
it was All Socially Acceptable.

/Sarcasm mode off
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With a very special 'Thank You' to all the writers on Nifty.


Andrew and The Funhouse of Mirrors

Andrew walked along the Carnival path with his Mother. She wasn't worried
about him, He had been taught 'Not To Talk To Strangers'. Which sometimes
made for awkward phone messages and deliveries, at least until they
modified That 'Rule' a bit. He also knew about The Touches, and Who could
Touch Him - The Doctor. His Parents, Somewhat. The Coach... The Coach
patted his bottom. But The Coach patted Everyone's bottom. He was the
pillar, Always standing at the lockers as they undressed. Always standing
as they showered, and inspecting them one by one, sending anyone not clean
enough back in. Coach was gruff but fair, as the boys who got detention
always said. They never could quite remember Why they got detention, or
what happened in Coach's Office... Only that their rear's hurt and that
they deserved the punishment. Coach, and his shiny, hypnotic
pocket-watch. Someone to look up to, to strive to be like.

Andrew knew exactly where he wanted to start his journey - The Funhouse of
Mirrors. His friends whispered tales of Dark Secrets and Strange Things
happening to those who got lost. Things Forbidden and Taboo... His friends
had vivid imaginations, and told fibs sometimes. Like whispering that his
Mother was 'Easy'. Easy What? She did like to Gossip... Always putting him
in his room when a Friend came over. Or rushing out to get the latest
'News' from someone. He never understood why 'Gossipping' had to be so
Rough - The moans and groans and thumping of furniture. And Mother usually
returned Flushed afterwards, with that 'Fresh from the Shower' smell. She
would always say, "You will understand when you get older." And squeeze his
rear with a wink.

Or saying Father sometimes 'Batted for the Other Team'. He played a few
sports, But Andrew had never seen him play baseball. Maybe the 'bat' was
between his legs... He had seen Father naked so many times it didn't even
bother the boy. Father would come in and hug his son, Squeezing his rear -
Which was ok. Parents are allowed such Touches. Put Andrew in his lap and
talk about when the lad was Older, how they could go camping together. And
how much fun it would be, Just 2 men. Alone... Doing what 2 men do when
Alone in the woods. Andrew thought it was Icky - Cold and bugs and sleeping
bags on rough ground. But Father made it sound like Fun, So he was excited
to find out about Camping as soon as he was 'Old Enough'. Father also liked
to squeeze his rear and wink. Who could understand Adults?

But such thoughts vanished like mist in the morning as The Funhouse
appeared. There it was, a big 3 story structure with windows so you could
laugh as people tried to walk across sliding floors, Trip and bump around
whirling ones. Be squashed or stretched, or made to look like all you had
on was your underwear. Andrew wasn't worried, he had Clean ones on. Mother
insisted. Something about Car Wrecks and Embarrassing Brown Stains.

"I will be back in about an Hour now... You be Good. And Safe."

"I will Mother." Sometimes after a long session of Gossip, Mother had to
nap. "Just plain wore me out," She would say. So he might have a little
longer to explore this place. Waved to her, then put his ticket in the
slot, Watched the gate go up and walked inside. There was a note on the
door - 'If at any time you get Lost, Press the Red Button on any pillar,
And an attendant will come to help you.' Lost? Children maybe, But not
Andrew! He opened the door and went inside.

And was disappointed. Oh, There was plenty of silly mirrors and sliding
this and angled that... But there was nothing Scary or Forbidden. Ah well,
More Fibs to be shrugged off. It was kinda fun to see yourself mashed or
stretched, or waddling. And the floors were tricky. As he got to the Third
floor, he noticed there were fewer people around. In fact, Nobody was
nearby. Hmmm... Maybe he was Lost? Nah, It was just more mirrors. So, Where
was the one that made him look like he was in his underwear?

"Hey Kid..." Broke his concentration. A hand came out of a dark shadow, and
beckoned to him. That was different. He walked closer to see what the hand
wanted.

"You want to make a Buck?" Of course. Long as it wasn't something gross or
broke a Rule. Andrew couldn't say so as this was a Stranger, but he nodded
his head. An errand? Some message to give to some else? A zipper came down
and with a rustle of cloth, A penis stood out from the darkness. Andrew
knew what it was from School Lectures. Not as big as Father's, but big
enough... He looked at it then up at the shadow.

"Touch it. It won't bite." Hmmmm... The Rule said He wasn't to be Touched,
But it didn't say anything about Touching someone else. Curious, the lad
stepped up and lightly gripped the thing. It was warm and dry and he felt
it throb as he stroked it. Using both hands he felt the short hairs at the
base, the rounded crown at the tip. He must be doing Something right,
because there was some stifled groans and moans coming from the
shadows. Putting it close to his face, he smelled the rigid pole. Slid his
tongue across the bottom, getting something sweet and slightly sticky from
it. Nobody told him Penis' had sweet stuff inside them. Or maybe just Adult
Penis'... He would have to ask Father about it when he got home.

Opening his mouth, Andrew slipped the head in, Mindful of his teeth. This
got even more groans and gasps and he almost giggled as he stroked the
length. What was all the fuss about? Tonguing the fat thing, the lad sucked
gently, Moving his head up and down when asked to in a broken whisper. He
had never heard someone's voice crack like that before - Mother might
shriek, or yell or moan loudly while she was 'Gossiping'... And sometimes
Father would do so as well while working in his Shop, Especially when a
'Good Friend' came to visit. Andrew continued to bob his head, and stroke
the thick length that felt very nice in his hands. Was this what they meant
by 'Masturbation'? Again, he would have to ask Father - At the Right time
of course. Like after Father had a half-dozen drinks and was singing silly
songs about Sailors and bung-holes in barrels.

He was thoroughly enjoying the feel of skin sliding between his lips and
the flavor of the liquid that came out, when the shaft Pulsed. The head
flared in his mouth and Spat something out. It wasn't Urine, he had been
the brunt of the 'Lemonade' joke once before. It was Thick and Creamy and
he swallowed it, getting more squirts to enjoy rolling on his tongue, and
sliding down his throat, the slightly bitter taste making him drool a
little. He sucked harder, Hoping to get more... But sadly, there was only
so much of the stuff to be had. So the lad contented himself with licking
the sweetness from the tip, Feeling the skin shudder in his hands until the
Man begged him to stop. So he just held it and kissed the bulbous end,
watching it sway and disappear past what he could now see was a dark
curtain.

As Andrew turned to go, Still licking his lips, he saw the promised Dollar
Bill appear. Took it and folding it gently, Placed it in a pocket. Since
this Man was no longer a Stranger, he said, "Thank You."

"Thank You, Lad... I haven't cum that hard in ages." There was a rustle of
cloth, Then - "If you want to make another Dollar, Come back in a few
hours. I think I might be ready by then."

Andrew nodded and smiled, walking to the stairs and looking over his
shoulder for moment. Then skipped down to the exit, thinking he needed a
soda. Whatever that stuff was, it made him thirsty! And already wanting
more...

At the Food Wagon he found he could get a Big Soda and a Foot-Long Dog, and
still have change. Sitting at a table, The lad smiled, thinking how what
was on the bun resembled what he had recently been caressing. Actually, the
Man was bigger. It seemed a shame to bite into his Dog, but hunger
prevailed. When he finished, Andrew put the waste in the trash and thought
about what had happened. And what he hoped would happen later... Hmmm,
There was more things on a Man than just a Penis. Maybe... Andrew licked
his lips again. Maybe he would be allowed to see a pair of Testicles, Up
close for the first time. Taste them, Lick them.

Darn... Now he had to pee. Mother was still gone, and the closest toilet
was a little 'off the path'. Andrew was a little worried... It was Always
hard to pee when he had a Stiffie.

* * * *

The attendant sighed and wiped his brow. Very few people knew about the
curtain and how it was always dark in this corner. Patted his crotch - It
was always the 'Quiet Ones' who put you on your knees. Maybe again in a
couple of hours? He was going to have to get the boy's name - Passes for
the Parents, some Free Ride tickets for the lad. Who would probably be
spending his time riding something else! A beeper went off and he went down
to 'Rescue' some frightened child, Who would be shown the Window is just
over there. And if they followed the little arrows, They would be out in no
time. A pat on their cute rears and they would be giggles and smiles and
walking off - Unless they wanted to make a Buck...

He hit the 'Talk' button on his radio. "Charlie... The booth is open."

The End