Date: Tue, 25 Jan 2005 21:06:43 -0800 (PST)
From: Alera <alerataivar@yahoo.com>
Subject: Giving In... Chapter 1

	The usual warnings apply. You have accessed the gay, adult-youth
section of the Nifty Erotic Sex Stories Archive, so I figure you know what
is coming. This has some sort of sexual relations between an adult and a
preteen minor boy. If that is not your thing, don't bother reading. Also,
this is for mature audiences, so check your local, regional, or national
legality laws for sexually stimulating material and find out if you need to
never come here again or not. This story is not made to encourage sex
between adults and children. This is complete fiction and fantasy purely
for the purpose of sexual release. The author considers this to be
discouraging it, because it keeps all sexual interest with children within
a story, as opposed to porn. So, if you understand the legal topics
discussed and you are passing with all of them, please, continue on. Oh,
and this stuff is totally my work. Copywrited and stuff.



	I'm the author. Before you go on to read my story, I would like to
state something first. This is a collection of fantasies that have been
going through my mind and, perhaps, some other peoples' as well. I have no
clue how this story is going to come out. Even as I write this, I don't
know how many chapters there will be, or if there will even be more than
this. I just decided I was in the mood to begin writing again, so I did.
That is the way writers like me work. So we will see what happens together.
I won't promise a continuing series and I won't promise the greatest story
in the world. Chances are, this will be a story featuring preteens, since
those are the youths I like. So, don't bother reading on if you are into 13
or older. Now, on with whatever the hell I end up writing.



	I am not your average guy. I figure, since you are reading this,
you already know what I prefer. I like little kids. Since this is the gay
section, its pretty obvious that I like little boys. But I am not a
particularly horny person. Even as a teenager, I was not "constantly turned
on" and I didn't have to masturbate a lot. In fact, I thought I was pretty
healthy in that regard. I always knew I was "that way" with kids, but I
always said I would never do anything about it. Stay celebate, right?
Protect those kids I could be harming. I didn't keep child porn and I tried
to stay away from these erotic stories. What was I supposed to do? Turn
into a pedophile? No thanks. I read the psychiatric requirements of a
pedophile, and they aren't good. Currently, according to one particular
psychiatrist, I am not a pedophile. I have no name. I am a nothing with a
something. Fantastic how the world assumes that just because a few men who
couldn't control their sexual urges can represent so many others that have
done nothing wrong. Hate that. But this isn't the story of how I fought my
urges and became successful and super will powery. No. This can't be a
story like that. No one on Nifty wants to read that. They want sex. So, I
will sacrifice my entire self for your personal pleasure.

	Lets get this story rolling. You can call me Jeff Carmen. I have
worked in numerous places. At the time, I was part of a travelling stage
crew for a group of young dancers. Dancers as young as three and as old as
18. It paid well enough and it earned me a certain amount of trust with the
parents, not only of those in the show, but near my home. The dance troupe
was at a standstill. They were going to be in some movie or something,
located in our home town. So, as a result, they didn't particularly need me
until they went on the road again. The movies have their own workers. Which
was quite convenient, considering my neighbor's emergency.

	The Selmens were my next door neighbors. It was a single mother and
a son. The son was about seven years old, finishing his kindergarten year.
I knew them pretty well. The son, Robert, was pretty cute. I always thought
of him more than just the neighbor boy, which is unusual for me. But,
without problem, I babysat him from time to time. Erin Selmen told me that
my paid vacation came at just right time, as long as I was planning on
doing the big favor she was asking. Her sister, who happened to live in
France, was having a medical emergency of some kind. Erin didn't care to
describe it very well. She simply asked that I care for Rob. She didn't
want to pull him out of class at the end of the year. The school told her
that if she wasn't transferring him to another school, he might have to
retake kindergarten all over again. Let me tell you a little something
about Erin. Erin was pretty much the only friend I had. I travelled so much
that I didn't have a lot of time for socialization, but she was almost like
a sister to me. My family was so widespread across the nation that I would
have been lucky if I heard from them once in a year. I had no problem with
that, though. So, of course I said yes. Besides... What would I have to do
if no kid ran around asking to mow my lawn for a good ten bucks? I
certainly didn't mow it.

	Erin decided to leave immediately, so Rob would be moving in,
immediately. I had no problem with this, again. Rob was a wonderful kid. He
was smart and he knew how to behave. Rob knew how to take care of
himself. He was a low maitenance kid. Because of this, I didn't treat him
like a kid. I treated him like an equal. He deserved it. A part of me
wanted to be able to in every way. Perhaps I would. Perhaps I
wouldn't. Chances are, I wouldn't. I suppose I loved him.

	Rob was seven years old. He had the classic blonde hair and blue
eyes. But his hair was not going to stay blonde. His hair color was already
beginning to change. He was of average height for his age and was toned to
a point. He still had a bit of that classic baby fat around the belly and
had a beautiful, round rear end. I couldn't say anything more because I
have never seen his body naked before. I suppose I would end up seeing, at
least a glimpse, while he stayed with me. I wouldn't complain. But I
wouldn't jump up and rape him either. He was off limits. Every kid was.

	 Rob arrived with his mother's cart. Erin kept a shopping cart in
her home for moving stuff around. I envied her. I always wanted one. Rob
was wearing his soccer uniform. He had gotten back from his soccer match an
hour ago, but hadn't had time to change or take a bath. He carted the
medium-sized Wegmans cart into my front hall. My house was small. There was
only one bedroom. But it was enough, I figured, for the both of us. Just so
long as no one else moved in, everything would be fine. Erin appeared
minutes later. She looked horrible. Her hair was tossled and her clothes
ruffled. She needed rest herself, but she had booked a flight already. She
practically threw a briefcase in my face and said she had to hurry. I
barely got out a "bye..." before she was already running back to her home.

	"I guess its just us..." I said to Rob as I placed the briefcase on
the table. I didn't bother to open it. I was pretty sure I knew what was in
it. Information about medicals, records, ect. Perhaps a key to the
house. Other important things.
	"Yeah..." he muttered in reply.
	"Well, mine as well get settled in. I haven't had dinner yet. Pizza
or chinese?" I asked.
	"Uhh... Chinese?" he guessed, shrugging his shoulders.
	"Alright. I'll order. I recommend you take a bath or something. You
look like you need it."
	"Okay..." he replied, almost sadly.
	"What? Something wrong?"
	"Umm... yeah..."
	"And what might that be?"
	"My mom always runs my baths for me..."
	Really? I thought to myself. She babies him a bit. I had no
problems with that. "Alright... Come on then..."
	I led him to the bathroom and plugged the bath. The bathroom itself
was quite clean and roomy. Out of all of the things that I kept cleanly, my
bathroom was the best. It was an impression on the owner of the home, I
guess. "How hot do you like your water?" I asked.
	"Pretty hot..." he responded as he began to untie his soccer
shoes. I began to run it, then stood up. He was pulling off his first long
sock.
	"You can turn it off on your own. Just turn the knobs to the left
when its as full as you want it."
	The boy looked up at me solemnly as if I was abandonning him. What
was wrong? What was I doing? Did he really want me to stay? He had to tell
me if that was what he wanted.
	"Is something wrong?"
	"Umm... no..."
	"Why do I find it hard to believe you?"
	"I dunno..."
	"Rob... I know you. What is wrong?"
	"Umm... Can you... wash me?"
	He is seven years old... When I was seven, I was taking a
shower. Did Erin really baby him like this? I wasn't going to complain,
since I always wanted to see him naked. Always. But I felt it was getting
dangerous too. "Let me get the order out first, alright?"
	"Ok..."
	I left the bathroom and headed for the living room. Man, this was
weird. It was like he was tempting me. Kids don't tempt, I reminded
myself. Kids don't seduce. Men just get horny. I shook my head and ordered
up some lomeine and fried rice. I hung up the phone and sighed. This could
go badly. I decided right there that there was no reason to hold back any
longer. This was something I couldn't just try and hide. He would either
just let it happen or he would react adversely to me. Either way, they
would have a talk and something would become of it. Whether he would have
to learn to not be so enticing or he would enjoy me as much as I enjoyed
him. I secretly hoped that both would happen on either end.
	I returned to the bathroom and saw Rob. Rob hadn't even started to
get dressed. I was hard already. I was wearing pretty safe jeans for hiding
it, but it was stressed against the front of my pants. I was letting go. I
kneeled down in front of Rob. "Look, Rob... uhh..." I froze. Damn it! Why
was this so hard? It was something I had just thought through and it seemed
so simple. "Later... Right now, lets get your bath done."
	Rob didn't seem to get started about getting himself undressed, so
I took over that. He didn't seem to mind. His shoes and socks were already
by the door. A part of me hoped he was waiting for me to do it. I took hold
of his socker jersey and pulled it up over his smooth chest. A bit of baby
fat poked out, but not enough to call him chubby by any means. He had cute
little nipples that stuck out. My fingers wandered as I pulled it up
slowly. I caressed his chest as I went up his body towards his neck. When
it was all gathered there, I lifted it off of him and put it aside. I
sighed as I reached a secret goal. There was his shorts. I wanted this
event to last, though. I slid my hand into his waistband and pulled out the
drawstring. Slowly, I untied it and stretched it out. I took hold of his
stretchy sports shorts and pulled by the waist. AS my hands wend down his
body, they felt the curves of his belly going down to his pelvic area. One
hand slid backwards to slide over his cloth-covered rear and the other went
across his package, covered in a pair of undies. My hands slid inbetween
his thighs as the shorts came to the ground. He stepped out of them and I
placed them with the shirt. Here it comes, I thought. This was what I had
been waiting for. His naked body, bare to me. He wore cartoon undies,
featuring the power rangers. I didn't know if he liked the power rangers or
if his mom just bought it for him, but it looked excellent on him. I could
see the shape of his little boy package pressed against the stretchy
material. I always had a thing for kids in cartoon underwear. I almost
didn't want to remove it right away. I looked up to Rob's face. He seemed
quite relaxed. I sighed as I reached forwards and grasped the back and the
front of his undies, like his shorts. I would not lose this chance. I took
my hands, palm spread across his body, half way into his underwear and
began to pull down. One of my fingers slid down inbetween his silky
butt-cheeks. My other hand fell across his package as it came down ever so
slowly. Rob sighed. The underwear comes the rest of the way down and he
steps out of it. The young boy was bare before me. It was perfect.
	He was circumsized, as I had hoped. His body was bare of hair,
besides his head. His milky skin was everything I had hoped for. His belly
stuck out a little, and his innie belly button twitched a little. He was
truly everything I had ever wanted. And he didn't react to what touches I
had given. The bath had been filled. I led him to the bath tub and helped
him into the tub. I helped him climb in and watched as his lower body
disappeared into the water. But this was not done. I was to wash this
gorgeous boy. He sat in the tub while I began to wash his hair. I was in a
trance. There was a naked, seven year old perfection, and my hands could
roam free, just so long as soap was in one of them. I rinsed his thin hair
and then began the pleasure. I started at the chest. I rubbed the soap on
and scrubbed him with my bare hands. I reached his pecks and began to
massage his nipples. Rob sighed again. I don't know if it was the hot water
or me. I hoped it was me. I continued down to his belly. The soap slid
across his body and into his belly button. I wiggled my finger in his birth
hole and he giggled, but went back to pleasure quickly. I turned back then,
washing his sides, up to his shoulders, and down his arms. Hitting a dead
end, I turned to his back. The bar of soap slid down his spine, clearing
impurities that I didn't even see as possible to be present. I went all the
way down to his butt, but he happened to be sitting on it. I didn't feel
like saying anything, but this had to look like more than me taking
advantage of him. I was supposed to be bathing him. "Stand up, Buddy," I
said, almost robotically. He pulled his body up and out of the water. It
cascaded down every curve across him. I was falling in love so fast. My
cock throbbed intensely. I would have to get off soon. But, for now, I
needed to wash. I washed his butt, meading it with my hands. Rob relaxed to
my massaging hands. But I continued down his legs. Down the outside, to his
feet, then began the ascent. Back up through the inner thighs. This was my
target. My hand landed on his package as I soaped it up and began to
massage my hand across his little penis, his jewels, and right behind
it. It was wonderful. I continued to soap it, returning to his shaft which
seemed to stir at my touch. Rob didn't seem to mind, so I kept going. I
took his shaft inbetween my index finger and thumb and slowly began to jack
the kindergartener off. Slowly, but surely, his little dick turned into a
stiffie about one and a half inches long. Rob closed his eyes and took deep
breaths. Letting it go. Excellent. He was starting to waver a little, so my
other hand went to his rear end to support him up as I jacked him
off. Instinctively, my middle finger began to slide inbetween his butt
cheeks to try inserting, but I wasn't going to do it. I didn't want to
scare him. He seemed open.
	The doorbell rang. I didn't hear it the first time. But I heard it
the second time. Rob didn't seem to. I let go slowly and hurried down the
hall. I wished I hadn't ordered food. Who knew how that scene could have
carried out, should I have chosen the pizza place. It always took longer to
have a pizza made. I opened the door to find an old asian woman with my
bag. I handed her the money and a rather generous tip. I told her I was
sorry about making her wait. I told her I had guests. I couldn't tell her
that I was bathing my child. She saw me every week. She knew very well that
I lived alone. Normally, we would talk before she left. She was such a nice
woman. But I had other things on my mind, of course. My raging hard on hit
the top of the list. I thanked her, told her I was in a hurry, and that I
would see her next week. She nodded and said something in one of those
asian languages. She always had to remind me that it meant "Good fortune to
you," or something similar.
	I placed the food on the kitchen table before returning to the
bathroom. Rob was sitting in the bath again. I wondered if he was soft yet,
but wasn't about to ask. Rob looked up at me. "Are we done now?" he asked,
not seeming to care either way.
	"Well, dinner is here, so I suppose so. We did wash you
everywhere. Is there anything else you need to get done in that tub?"
	"Not that I can think of. But I like baths..." he said. An adult
could take that as he wanted to be jacked off more. I wasn't sure if a
seven year old would think like that.
	"Well, if you want cold beef lomein, then you can stay in here. My
microwave blew up two days ago," I replied.
	"Cool! Did the house almost burn down?"
	"Pretty much. That's why you always keep a fire extinguisher in the
kitchen," I replied. He pulled his naked body from the water. His stiffie
was almost gone. Too bad. We could finish that session tomorrow or
something. It wouldn't be bad. But they needed to have the talk. I would,
however, soak up the rest of this event as best I could. There was one
thing I knew we could do that would not be misconstrued. I hoped, anyway. I
grabbed the towel without a hint from him and began to dry Rob off. If he
wanted me to undress him and bathe him, I doubted he would want me to skip
out on drying him off. I ran my new towel across his wet body, soaking up
the water that defined his young features oh so well. Rob was beautiful in
any situation. My hands, through the towel, caressed each part of his body
with equal interest. I didn't focus on his penis this time. I wasn't
obsessed with his penis. I was obsessed with him. His penis was just
something to gravitate to.
	I grabbed up his clothes and took a wiff. Sweaty. I tossed them
into my open hamper. I turned to Rob with a wicked grin on my face. "As for
you, young sir. Your clothes are not unpacked. You have a few choices. Your
soccer uniform is not one of them. I could let you run around naked. Or I
could drag you downstairs and get something from your stuff..." I wanted
him to run around naked. Personally, I would rather him run around in his
undies. It added a certain fun to any encounter. I decided to just have him
get dressed for bed. Why not, right?
	He seemed to want to be treated like a kid, so I chose to start
doing so. I grabbed his naked body by his bony waist and threw his
thrashing form over my shoulder. He laughed and giggled as my one hand
grabbed at his sensetive sides. He writhed in my grip as I returned to the
front area of the home and went to the shopping cart. I pulled out a
suitcase and opened it up. I rummaged through his things until I found
power rangers pjs. Looks like Walmart had a sale or he does like them. A
fresh pair of undies, although these were some other cartoon character I
didn't recognize. I put my angelic boy down and slid his undies up his body
just as I had taken his off in the bathroom. I got a good touch of his
penis and tight little ball sack on the way up. I didn't want it to seem
out of place. Then I pulled up his tight night pants and his little shirt
over his head. He looked younger than he was. I swatted his butt
playfully. "Dinner is on the table."
	This was going to be a long night, I thought. Better yet, this was
going to be a long vacation. I just hoped it could keep getting better!


End Chapter 1

Alright That's the end of chapter one. I think there will be more to this
after all. Of course, no one has gotten to a climax yet, so it can't be
done, right? Well, I suppose so. Depending on the public reaction to this,
I will continue. So email me with comments and the like
alerataivar@yahoo.com.  Just a note to those who want to email me... Try
and be a little discreet about it. I check my email in front of other
people, most of which don't know this side of me. So, please dont put the
subject as "Make the kiddie cum!" or something like that. I don't want to
become my town's pervert. Thanks. Don't be afraid to make suggestions as to
scenes you want to see, either. I am open to public opinion. Even I don't
know where this is going to go, if anywhere interesting. Perhaps your idea
could be the feature for part two. So, catch up with me! Also note, this
did not turn out to be me writing very well. This is very so-so and I
didn't try very hard. So, hopefully, future chapters will be more than the
meat-and-bones style I put out for the first one. Thanks for reading and
all that.