Disclaimer:

	The following short story contains material that may be offensive
to some audiences, including sexual relationships between adults and
underage boys. If this offends you, please discontinue reading. This story
is a work of fiction, and does not reflect any actual events or people
known by the author.
	This story is number three in an ongoing series. 	
	-GoldWyvern / GoldWyvern@hotmail.com

Joshua's World III
By GoldWyvern
	 
	I opened my eyes in the salty water, taking in the blurred shape of
Joshua. He was dancing in the waves, engaged in some game that only he
could see. Oblivious to where I had gone, it seemed. A wicked grin crossed
my face as I realized what I had to do.  I waited until the perfect moment,
when his back was turned attending to some phantom enemy. Then, with all
the fury of a charging octopus, I attacked, sending him sprawling backwards
into the surf.
  	My grin only widened at he came back up, gasping for air. It was a
pitiful sight, normally soft brown hair now black and plastered to his
face, water dripping from his nose, eyes red from the salt. My sweet
twelve-year-old Joshua looked like shit, and he was enjoying every moment
of it.
	I was having a good time too, but I had a feeling I would not for
long. Joshua had a very mock-pissed look on his normally angelic face, and
he was holding something in his hand. I turned tail and scrambled for
shore, but to no avail. When I thought I was about to make it, I felt the
spat of muck hit me square in the back. I played wounded and fell into the
cold water. Moments later Joshua rushed me and stabbed at my soft innards
with an invisible sword.
	"Death to the slavers!" he cried, grabbing onto me and pushing his
sword-hand into my gut.
	"What? You think to kill me with that pitiful thing? I have armor,
and plenty of it!" I grabbed him by the waist and hoisted him out of the
water, carrying him kicking and screaming the few feet back to shore.
	"Cheater! You can't have armor in the water! It rusts!"
	"I sprayed it with a healthy coat of anti-rust before I put it on."
	"Yeah, sure. Cheater,"
	I shrugged. "Its starting to rain, lets go back." I put him down
and we started to walked back to camp.
	"And that gives you the right to cheat?"
	In answer I reached over and grabbed his legs, letting him tumble
into the sand. I then pinned him down, holding both his wrists over his
head. It was a bit of a struggle, because Joshua giggling and laughing was
putting up quite a fight, bunching up his naked legs and trying to push me
away. I finally managed to force them apart and get in between them. Joshua
gave up and just lie there.
	"I can cheat all I want. Gotta problem with that, little one?"
	Joshua smiled slyly, "Nope, guess I don't. Cheater."
	I let go of his arms, my hands tracing a path down his wrists and
to his armpits, smooth as only he could be. I had noticed that being in the
water had left me horny, and touching Joshua felt really good.
	"You cheated," he proclaimed. "And I think you should be kiss my
feet and say your sorry."
	I rested my elbows in the warm `sand and looked at him. "Oh, should
I now? Why is that?"
	He looked up at me, green eyes probing my face. Finally he touched
his lips to mine, licking my bottom lip. It felt really good to have this
little boy lips on mine, bold and unafraid.
	"Cause I really want you too, OK? Please?"
	In answer I let my fingers wander past his arm-pits and to his
chest, where I took great thrill in touching the pink nipples as his chest
rose and fell. I moved backwards on him, letting my hands continue along
his body till they reached the curves of the legs and then a foot. I
cradled it in my hands, lifting it off the sand and gently kissing it.
While I am no great feet lover I could still admire how young it was, so
small and smooth.
	Punishment satisfied I held onto the ankle and switched from
kissing to licking. Running my tongue up the calf I was drunk in the taste
of his skin, salty from both his natural oils and the ocean. I looked up at
Joshua to make sure what I was doing was OK with him, but he was staring at
the sky, arms tucked underneath his head.
	He also had a boner. He was obviously enjoying it.
	I lay on my side and pushed my tongue along the inner edge of his
thigh. This was my favorite spot, most likely because it's the place that's
usually covered by clothing. This led to me tasting along his hamstrings
and under his little nut-sack. I paused there and pushed his legs up a
little. Joshua obliged and held them up with his hands, spread apart for
easy access.
	I ran my hands under his rounded ass, propping it up. His ass-hole
lie before me, clean from the ocean. I feel the same about ass-holes as I
do about feet. Very cute, but not a place to lick. Yet this time I sensed
Joshua wanted me too, and it was amazingly clean today. As if he had been
scrubbing it in the ocean.
	Well, I wasn't one to get in the way of healthy sexual
exploration. Perhaps the twins had been teaching him something new. I
snaked my tongue into the puckered anal cavity with passion, grimacing
internally at the taste but satisfied when I heard the gasps of pleasure
Joshua was making. He rocked in place, as if pretending he was being
fucked.
	Which wasn't a bad idea. Now that I had properly prepared the area
for insertion, why shouldn't I? I crawled up into place, giving Joshua a
lusty smile and grabbed my impressive member. On his part, Joshua just lay
there, looking down to where I was aiming. There simply wasn't much the
receiving end had to do.
	Now Joshua and I rarely dry-fuck. Its simply too painful at start,
but we both knew it usually felt better for me. More friction to affect the
appropriate areas. That is why I knew he wouldn't mind as I lined myself
up, my softer tip penetrating the outer edge of his ass-hole.
	I took his small wrists into my hand. With a small pull, I lodged
myself deeper into him. I always enjoyed that first push, the feet of warm
ass sliding around my dick, sort of like being sucked but a thousand times
more intense,
	Joshua's stomach tightened and his face took on a mask of pain. Had
I gone full thrust as if we were lubricated, I would of hurt him badly,
perhaps even made him bleed. That's why I was going so slow, fucking dry in
the sand was hard for him. But he bore it like he always did, Joshua was a
good kid.
	Still, he moaned, "damn, damn, damn," every centimeter I got, and
his fingers brushed my wrists frantically.
	I had managed to get all the way in, my balls now squashed on his
ass. Joshua arched backwards as I pulled my self gently out, his head
tilting backwards. I kissed the exposed neck.
	After that it became easier, each time I pulled Joshua relaxed a
little more. A rhythm was established, Joshua rocking in the sand while I
pushed my hard cock in him. It wasn't so much the fucking that got me off,
that was only the center. The most wonderful part was feeling his almost
slippery boy skin against my own , the warmth touching me, his boyish
squeaks and the breath that washed over my nose. After a little bit I let
go of his hands and held his smooth shoulders, that little boy frame
feeling so insignificant in my grasp. His legs rubbed against my thighs as
I worked on him, his nipples brushed against my skin.
	It took a while, we had been doing this almost daily since we had
met and I had built up a resistance, but I finally felt my cum wash along
the inside of his ass.
	I took my dick out, gently sliding it so as to not hurt the boy.
When masturbating I wasn't quite so hard when I was done, but with Joshua I
always felt I could do it a few more times. There was something about
looking at the boy, laying spent in the sand, red from exertion and sweaty
from just laying there taking it. So young and vulnerable, almost
helplessness showing in every curve and arch of that immature body. I loved
those moments afterwards, listening to Joshua breath and watching his chest
rise and fall.
	It was these moments that I most loved to bring sexual pleasure to
him, when he was spent from bringing me pleasure. My tongue probed the
folds of his penis, taste buds alive with the taste of boyhood. It was so
small that I could easily bring it all into my mouth but I didn't, instead
licking underneath the folds of skin and to the base underneath, a
perfectly smooth surface for which to savor the musky taste only found in
this region on a young boy. I traced the path to the penis, pushing his
legs apart as far as they would go just the feel the taunt hamstrings in my
hands.
	I dipped my mouth over his miniature version of a dick, feeling it
slide along my tongue. Joshua brought his legs back together so that they
touched my cheeks on occasion. This I did not mind, because my hands could
now feel along his calves and his rounded butt. I especially enjoyed
feeling his toes arch upwards when I sucked a little harder and a little
faster than normal.
	Joshua went to his elbows and watched me suck, now hanging his legs
loosely in a relaxed free form indian style.
	"God that feels good," he breathed, "don't you wish you could have
someone suck you slowly for the rest of your life?"
	Quite naturally I didn't comment, my mouth was full.
	"I only wish we could do this in our own bed, at home." He
continued, gasping erratically through the sentence. I agreed with him, we
had been stranded on this slaver world far too long.
	"Remember John? I wonder if he still has that big cute dog of his?
When we get...." Gasp "..home you gotta get me a dog, ok? Just like his."
	I removed my mouth to speak, masturbating the hard miniature cock
with my hand while I spoke. "Not that big black mutt. Damn thing scares me,
and it left a pool of drool from the kitchen to the door last time."
	"Something like it then? Please?" he pleaded.
	I nodded, a little surprised that he hadn't responded to the usual
jibe about his favorite dog.
	Joshua now spoke with an edge I couldn't identify in his voice. "I
bet the people at school wonder where I am. I miss them so much....I hate
math but I would do the whole years data-pad just to see school again."
	I paused in my oral pleasuring. This was more than reminiscing. I
looked up, to find sweet Joshua with streaks of tears down his cheeks. He
was a tough kid, only rarely showing how felt about what we had been going
through. But finally all this roughing it had gotten to him, reminding me
that even through he was the most intelligent and outgoing person I knew,
he was still just a little boy.
	"I want to go home," he choked.

	I that night thinking about it, Joshua sleeping soundly beside me.
His prone body was stretched out to its entirety yet his feet barely
touched mine and his head rested low on my chest. He was so small compared
to me, he was at the very beginning of life. Admittedly I thought some
sexual thoughts about his position, who wouldn't with a naked boy lying at
his side, armpits showing and nuts like a small bump on the surface of a
perfectly smooth and rounded body.
	But I had more important things on my mind, and the hand that ran
along his shoulder and down his waist touched the touch of comfort, not of
lustfulness.
	It seemed there only one way we were going to get off this planet
and back home, and that was to steal a ship. That was stupid, as the only
people who had system to system ships were the Slavers, who certainly
wouldn't mind getting a hold of us. I was sure Joshua and the rest of the
boys would fetch a good price on the black market
	Still, stupid and suicidal as it seemed, that was really the only
option - steal a ship from the slavers. So the question I had to think over
was how was I going to accomplish that, with just my small army of little
boys?
	A mental spark flared in my head - army of little boys, why did
that seem so important?
	I feel asleep wondering.

	I woke up just as the sun rose the next morning, screaming and
shouting and waking everyone up.
	"Meeting! Meeting! Everyone up! Meet me by the tree!" I announced,
heading the myself. The tree was our fixed assembling point, for the reason
it was the only tree stupid enough to root itself in the middle of a
beach. Strange planet.
	  Fifteen minutes later the group was assembled, Joshua sitting
between my legs, naked as usual, Andy, the adorable six-year-old sitting in
between the legs of Mack, and Zack lying unconcerned to my left. I couldn't
help but notice Andy wasn't sitting right. A closer examination revealed
that Mack's dick was in fact buried deep in Andy's ass and they were
giggling while trying to pass it off as if they were just sitting together.
I smiled, watching the little one bounce up and down while trying to be
inconspicuous.
	"Ok, meeting called to order."
	"I'd like a cheeseburger with fries!" quipped Andy. Everyone
groaned, and Andy looked around bashfully. Can't blame a six year old for
using a kindergarten joke, I suppose.
	"Yeah, we'd all like a cheeseburger with fries, and I'm going to
tell you how were are going to get it." I announced. This caught their
attention immediately, and I continued. "Now, this morning I realized
something."
	"That you have less hair then you did just a year ago?" came a
reply.
	"That we have a way home." I supplied.
	"How?"
	"Well, what is the first thing the Fleet does before it clears a
new sector for commercial travel?" I asked, looking around.
	Zack spoke up, blonde hair masking blue eyes on his perfectly
engineered fourteen year old body. "It tags every planet, and creates safe
'lanes' for use by private and commercial vessels."
	"And on these planets it tags, what does it do?"
	"Nothing. It just tags them - oh, and sends a probe to each one
with an atmosphere, to read how close it is to earth normal. Just in case
anyone should want to move to that planet or something."
	I grinned. They were going to like this, "Right, and yet completely
and utterly wrong. They do send that probe, but its not there just in case
someone should want to 'move in'. I did a little research while in collage
on this subject, as part of my Electronics Industry course, and I found out
something very interesting the general public doesn't really know about.
The probe also has some pretty advanced circuitry hidden inside its metal
casing that keeps a constant eye on the planet its assigned to.
	"Now, what that circuitry is supposed to do is pick up any unusual
intelligence that might not have been obvious from the quick look-see
survey teams give when they find new planets. This means it sounds an alarm
to the fleet if it should see the common skunk suddenly break out a poker
table and start playing 5-card stud.
	"It doesn't detect humans, nor any other intelligence in its vast
database, so it wouldn't of gone off when the Slavers moved in. And,
chances are, they don't even know about it. So, its probably still someone
on this planet, moving around taking readings."
	Andy slid of his sitting pole and moved closer to me. "How does
that help us, Dave?" He plopped down on the ground and accepted a back rub
from Mack. They were real friends now.
	"Yeah," said Zack, "Why would the probe be important to us? If it
don't pick up humans, why do we care about it? It can't do anything for
us."
	"Well, what do you think will happen, lets say, if we destroyed the
probe?"
	There were nods all around. They were all thinking maintenance
people.
	"They would only send a small crew, I'd think, to check out the
status of the probe. But if I could get IN the probe, play around a bit, I
could trigger it's high alert circuits. Well, hell, then we'd have every
ship the Fleet has here, mighty interested in what was going on with this
little planet of ours. And I don't think they'd be too happy with what they
saw."
	"Hell yeah!"
	"Lets do it!"
	Now all we had to do was get a hold of the probe. It wasn't
designed to be elusive - laws concerning the destruction of Fleet property
were strict enough that it hadn't been an issue - but we were still faced
with the fact that we weren't exactly on a small planet and the probe
wasn't going to just wander by.  It was Joshua who came up with the
solution.
	"Now, we've got to figure out a way to imitate alien intelligence,
and make it on a large enough scale that the probe will swing by for a
look," I was saying, stoking the smooth curves of Joshua's chest while I
thought.
	Joshua suddenly grabbed my hand and yanked on it. I didn't notice
it at first, so intent I was in thought, but on the second yank I looked
down.
	"Would it, the probe I mean, do anything if there was some kind of
emergency? A distress call or something of the sort? Aren't they designed
to like, um....report anything wrong with anyone that might be on the
planet?" he tilted his head back bringing his head against my chest to look
at me. I cupped his chin in my hand and grinned.
	"Damn Joshua, your right! All robots are designed to respond to
emergencies! I see no reason the probe shouldn't be as well - it certainly
has enough spare time on its hands."
	"So we should be able to send off a distress call and the probe
will check it out, right?" asked Mack.
	"Not exactly. If the probe responded to EVERY distress call it
would be very very busy. No, more than likely its only programmed to render
assistance in a situation where only it can be of use. That's why we've got
to fake a plague. The probe is a robot and would be immune to any sickness
us humans have to deal with."

	Fifteen hours later I had the little bugger taken apart. My
knowledge of the insides of machines had become a little rusty over the
long months on this planet but I finally hit on the right sequence, and our
high alert signal was sent.  We packaged the probe up and stored it in our
Lift - that's the five seat planetary vehicle we had accidentally stolen
from the slavers on this world. When the Fleet came, they would trace the
robot back to us.
	Yawning, I decided to call it a night. I had everyone hustle into
the lift to sleep for safety reasons. If the slavers had picked up our high
alert call, they might decide to pay us a visit.
	For some reason Andy didn't show up. Joshua mentioned seeing him
playing on the beach earlier, and, looking at the falling sun, I decided to
get him before it became too dark for him to find his way back to the Lift.
	I traced along the surf till I found him, happily working on his
trench. He had been steadily after it for a few days, with the strange
notion that if he built it large enough he could irrigate and grow plants
in the sand. I hadn't the least idea who had started this silly idea, but
as long as it kept the little hellraiser occupied it was fine with me.
	I sidled up beside him and looked curiously at his work till he
spoke.
	"I'm going to grow corn and stuff here, and maybe some carrots over
there." He proclaimed, pointed to his planned locations.
	"You are, are you?" I said, humoring him.
	"Uh huh. Then we can have whatever we want to eat!"
	I smiled and dug out a few handfuls of sand myself. "You know,
that's an excellent idea. I'm sure you'll be a great farmer."
	Andy stopped his construction and looked at me. "Can we have sex?"
He blurted out.
	I frowned. I had been expecting this, a dream in my fantasies but a
disaster morally speaking. It was all right for Andy to have sexual
intercourse with his peers. Zack , Mack and Joshua were still children and
more like brothers to him then a father like I was. Most of his young life
Andy had been forced by various father-figures to have sex, until such
point as it became common-place for him to give a blow-job before he
received any affection. I could not be certain if his desire to do it with
me was based on his child-hood sexuality or the need for attention from me.
	"Andy, you know that I will always love you no matter what you do,
right?"
	Andy screwed up his face in confusion. "Yeah," he said. "Will you
fuck me? I want to see how your big dick feels. Mack says that it feels a
lot different then his small one."
	Well, there goes all my crackpot theories. Obviously the boy had
been corrupted by Mack and was now an unstoppable sex machine. I grinned
and pulled the sweet boy on top of me.
	"Ok, what do you want to do?"
	Giggling Andy tossled his hair and kissed me. And I do mean
hard. He grabbed my jawbone with his little hands and thrust his tongue
into my mouth, hardly before I had the opportunity to open it! Seeing the
aggressiveness behind this attack I responded in kind, sucking what spit I
could from his mouth. He couldn't take it much longer and disengaged,
smiling at me and laughing.
	I grabbed his frail frame and held it up, leaning him back and
kissing his collerbone aggressively. Andy could not stop laughing all the
while.
	He eventually pushed me away and had me lie on my back, my legs up
like how I fucked Joshua. He tried sticking his hardened dick into me, but
couldn't - it was simply too short for any action. But he made the motions
anyway, moving till his little hairless cock rubbed against my own,
foreskin pushing back visably.
	I enjoyed the rubbing, that perfectly smooth stomach and boyish
dick warm against my own now very hard penis. Andy had an exaggerated look
of pleasure in his face, he was obviously imitating one of the older boys
as they fucked him.
	I reached out and tickled him, he squealed in delight and tried to
get away. He got so far as to crawl a few feet in the sand before I snagged
him. He was on his hands and knees away from me now, ass up in the air and
he pulled in the sand, giggles coming stronger now.
	These stopped as I fondled him, reaching out with a hand and
rubbing him hard on the penis. I crawled over him and he collapsed in the
sand, arms and legs tucked underneath his body.
	Seeing my opportunity I aligned myself and pushed my dick into the
opened ass. Andy gasped and I stopped.
	"No, no, fuck me like Mack does, real hard." Andy pleaded.
	I wasn't going to do that, not on a child this small. Instead I
inched my way in, slowing whenever a gasp of pain escaped Andy's lips. I
was no more than three-fourths of a way in I decided it was far enough.
	I began an even pace. Andy was too small for this, and was pushed
forward on every thrust. But he insisted I continue. He took my hand as I
fucked him and sucked on my fingers sometimes biting the pain away.
	Worried that I might loose my grip on him in the loose sand, I put
myself as far as I would go in him and levered him up so that his back was
against my chest and his hands were wrapped around my arm. I continued to
fuck him, super-tight ass constricting around me. The hand that wasn't
holding Andy close probed his body, whacking him off generally wandering
between his legs. I could almost feel my dick move in him, holding his
pelvic region.
	It was all over quickly. This little boy had made me extremely hot
and the cum was going to be plentiful. My dick out of him, I turned young
Andy over and laid him on his back. I whacked off for the rest, the cum
hitting most of the stomach, chest and dick region. In a sick mood, I
rubbed my own cum over his beautiful body, watching the skin shine wet and
paying special attention to getting mass amounts on his still hard cock.
	I still had some extra cum which I could rub out, and I placed this
on Andy's lips, damn near cumming again as he opened his lips and let the
cum drool into his mouth.
	"Can we do again soon?" Andy asked, apparently unharmed by this
very aggressive style of sex.
	"Sure we can. Any time you want is ok with me."
	Limping slightly, Andy walked back to the lift with me.

	That night, asleep on the floor of the lift, I was awakened by Zack
leaning over my shoulder.  Well, not leaning exactly...his bio-engineered
body was in fact completely wrapped around me. I sleep on my side and so
this position was feasible.
	"I'm really horny, just had a wet dream." He whispered in my
ear. He looked around. "Everyone else is asleep so I decided I'd do you."
	"I was asleep too." I mumbled.
	I felt Zack shrugg. "Yeah, well, your butt was making me really
horny from across the room."
	I turned over and let Zack get in position behind me. The boy was
fourteen, spouting pubes everyday but his dick had yet to reach near the
size of full manhood. What he had though was impressive, and I almost
gasped myself when his cock slid into my ass. I could see where Andy got
his aggressiveness from.
	I was treated by a young hand fondling my balls as he fucked me. He
grunted and it was suddenly all over. Apparently whatever wet dream he'd
been having had already brought him most of the way.
	But this impromptu sex session was not over.  Possibly as an award
for being so considerate Zack was on his back underneath me, tender
fourteen year old lips teasing the head of my dick. He licked all the way
down, and then took the whole bit in his mouth. I'm not certain how he did
it, but Zack could suck all the way down to the base in a deep throat.
	I happily allowed this to continue, watching the still forms of the
sleeping children around me. Joshua had converted the nearby chairs into a
couch and was sleeping only inches away. His eyes, I noticed were open, and
he was watching the Zack suck my dick.
	As if it were his own private little porno, Joshua rolled his balls
around and pulled on the loose skin of his dick. He beat on his little
instrument at the same pace as Zack was sucking on mine, as if he too were
being sucked. His eyes became bugged as he saw how much Zack was putting in
his mouth - a mere fourteen year old shouldn't of been able to do such a
thing.
	It continued, Zack sucking and Joshua playing. His twelve year old
hands grasped the immature penis eagerly, body trembling with the pleasure
of it. Long silky smooth legs went up and toes curled. My dick became
impossibly harder in Zack's warm mouth.
	It was safe to say that I cummed in Zacks mouth before Joshua
finished his ordeal. In fact, Joshua never did finished, because we became
aware of rumbling outside.
	I immediately flicked on the Lift's tracking system and took a
look. There were ships of every kind in orbit. Slavers, Fleet.....there was
a massive war going on in the sky. On this remote island we were on we were
safe, all we had to do was wait for the Fleet to finish up and we would go
home. Perhaps a week was left to us.
	"Whats going on?" asked Andy waking up.
	"Guess what boys," I called out to the room. "The calvery has
arrived. We are going home!!"


				The End of Part 3