From: FCPHAW@news.delphi.com (FCPHAW@DELPHI.COM) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: FCP: FINAL Chronicals of the Dreamquester (m/m, minors) Date: 25 Nov 1995 20:53:19 -0500 Organization: Delphi Internet Services Corporation Lines: 168 Message-ID: <498haf$h41@news2.delphi.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: news2.delphi.com ************************** W A R N I N G ! ! ! ! ! ! ************************** THIS FILE CONTAINS ADULT-ORIENTED MATERIAL. IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY ADULT SEXUAL FICTION, EXIT THIS FILE NOW. IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF EIGHTEEN (IN THE UNITED STATES) OR ARE UNDER THE LEGAL AGE IN YOUR COUNTRY TO READ SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIALS, EXIT THIS FILE NOW AND DO NOT CONTINUE READING. This file contains adult sexual fiction. Within can be found sexual activities and/or sexual situations involving adult males and/or females along with children, boys and/or girls, and sexual activities between children, boys and/or girls, and other children. 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Stories are posted again about three to four weeks after they initially appear in the group for those who missed them. Fan Cha Phaw does not respond to questions or comments posted on alt.sex.stories. We do respond to questions or comments posted to the discussion group, alt.sex.stories.d. Lastly, we do not respond to flames. We have more important things to do with our time. Ishmael Wilkins FAN CHA PHAW FAN CHA PHAW PRESENTS: CHRONICLES OF THE DREAMQUESTER I was sitting in the milk bar having a rest from carpet cleaning. My van was parked outside as I had one more apartment to clean that day. There was no urgency to do the job as the place was empty. It was still high summer, and I was thinking again about Simon. It had been two weeks since I had last seen him, and even though I had left my pager number with him, he had still not yet contacted me. I drifted off into my day dream, thinking about the Nirvana I had experienced in his presence. I snapped out of it as my beeped started scrolling the long awaited for message. "Gooday Merlin, wanna swim?" Simon. "The boy must be telepathic." I thought to myself. I arrived at his house about half an hour later. He opened the door wearing a white toweling bathing robe. "Hi, I missed you," he said. "Mums at work and she won't be home until late." Once again I was struck by his handsome boy looks, and pearl white teeth. "Where do you want to swim Simon, here or at the beach?" I asked, still drinking in the sight of his tanned young legs disappearing under the virgin white bath robe. "Let's swim here. MY pool will be a lot more private. Come on!." I followed him, needing no further prodding. The back patio had a small spa and a sauna in one corner, and the water sparkled, throwing off myriad's of tiny crystal light, like fairy dancers ready to invite us to participate in the beckoning mystery. Simon threw his towel over the back of a sun lounger, and slipped off the bath robe. I felt my heart miss a beat and I held my breath again in admiration at his beautiful twelve-year-old physique. He was wearing a small black nylon thong... It briefly covered his smooth young member in a tantalizing vee and ran high over the hips following the natural shape of his pelvic line and disappearing delightfully with a T, into the crevice of his well muscled tight little buns. It was the first time I had seen a boy in a g-string, and I was not disappointed. "I thought you would like my cozzie." He said. "My mum thought I would get a decent tan out wearing it, so she bought it when she was on holiday in Italy last year. Can't wear it on the beach though, the other lads might get the idea I'm a poofter." He laughed impishly and dived into the cool clear water. I watched in admiration as he and his silhouette plied along with the practiced motion of strong leg lick and muscular arm pull. I stripped off and dived in too, drifting close to him and together we surfaced, coughing, sputtering, and laughing. The sunlight flashed off the rippling water which ran down his brown young body like a million liquid diamonds... We splashed each other and I thrilled as I held him briefly before throwing him playfully into the air. He squealed with delight and my heart sang, and again my desire burned. We quieted in the shadows; I held him in deep embrace and kissed him long and hard. He moaned softly, clamping his firm young thighs tightly around my leg, as slowly I reached into the snug little pouch that stretched to accommodate my questing hand... Slowly I worked his smooth young member in hand; the water lapping gently onto our ankles only to be dragged back, taking with it hundreds of perfectly miniature white shells; captured and caught in the water's turbid retreat. The heat of the day was over, with the golden orb of fire sinking slowly to the bottom of the world, like pink candy floss turned purple with twilight's last gleaming. We sat on the edge of a salt water rock pool talking quietly, we had fallen into each other's company with the ease of old friends who had fallen into each other physically, and now knew each other intimately. Feet dangling in the crystal water, he looked around, briefly and stood up. We were alone... He removed his electric blue athletic shorts and stood briefly contoured in the evening light, before jumping into the water. The sight of the string hugging him so barely aroused me again. I swam to him and chased him playfully. When I caught him he had to pay a penalty... I ducked beneath the water and stripped the string completely off him. He lay back legs opening slightly as I sealed my lips around his boyhood and shamelessly received his rapidly stiffening little rod into my mouth. I came up for air and then returned to the act feeling the small pulses of his excitement begin to peak. The sun went down and the heat of the day faded as we attempted to cool our passion... Summer is now gone and Autumn is on the way, but the echoes of a memory are sweet... THE END THIS IS THE FINAL POSTING OF THIS STORY