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Date: Thu, 4 Jan 1996 02:48:54 UTC
Subject: LAND OF NOD (m/b, not explicit)
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LAND OF NOD (man/boy)
Standard disclaimer, bla bla bla, if you are not an adult according to
the law, the government doesn't want you to have erotic
titillation and your mind shall remain virgin even though you've been
cumming for the last six years. Do not read this.
Furthermore, people who are easily offended, people who are not
interested in sex stories involving young boys and people on a crusade to
cleanse the world should NOT read this.
Whoever is left should be able to understand that this is only fantasy.
I did not write this. I'm posting it for somebody else. Hope you like
it. Send comments to an166744@anon.penet.fi
"Land of Nod" written by BASE. (11/95)
"See that you do no harm to these little ones, for their angels see always
the face of my father in heaven."
The Land of Nod
By Base
I had worked on the formula for years and yet the answer was so
pathetically simple that I almost felt a fool. I won't bore you
with the details, but all I had to do in the end was modify the
tail of the testosterone molecule; very simple...and very
effective. It worked like a charm, broke my heart and changed my
life. But perhaps I should start at the very beginning. I'm a boy
lover and I hated it about myself. Oh, don't get me wrong, I loved
loving boys and always have. Of course, it w as you people that
drove me nuts. What with your pseudo moralistic pontifications and
condemnations... Ah, but really, since I'd never touch a kid in
real life, it should have been very easy for me to just say `up
yours' to the lot of you. The problem was that I didn't trust
anyone or anything and that I basically agreed with you.
While I could never deny that every nerve in my body was turned on
by the very thought of naked little boys and their tiny stiff rods,
I felt enormous guilt. The possibility that boys might be hurt, in
anyway, just so some sicko like me could get off, made me nauseous.
Those feelings just grew and grew in me. And then the internet came.
Man, that was tuff stuff. I got off on it, but felt terrible
afterwards. Why did God do this to me, I wondered? I prayed and
prayed like a monk over it, but nothing ever happened. Well, up
God's ass too, I finally concluded. I was trained in biochemistry
and I knew I was smart enough to get myself out of this. So I
started to work. I went to the library, read up on all the molecular
structures, brushed up on my synthetic organic chemistry, and
practically lived at the lab. Like I said, I worked for years, but
in the end, the formula was very simple. It just came to me one
day. I tried it on a few mice and it didn't kill them. In fact, it
seemed to take effect almost instantly. It didn't destroy their sex
drive either, but it certainly reduced it. And it appeared to me
that the treated animals had more control over their libido than any
mouse I had ever observed. Okay, so next it was my turn.
I remember the day very clearly. It was one of those dog days of
late July; very hot and humid. I had taken off from work and headed
to the beach. If there was any place to test my new drug, the beach
was it. I stuck the hypo into my arm and pu hed gently. It stung
only slightly. Almost immediately, I felt flush. A wave of heat
coursed through my blood and then nothing; I felt fine, just like
normal. And so, it was time to test out my hypothesis. I started to
cruise down the beach. It wasn't long before I encountered my first
challenge. About a hundred yards ahead there was a small blond boy,
perhaps 8 or 9 years old. The kid was very skinny and clad only in a
tiny yellow bathing suit. As I got closer, I could make out the blue
in his eyes and his little button nose. Closer still and I knew the
child was stunningly beautiful. A maze of brown freckles danced on
his round cheeks. I was nearly on him. The boy looked up and smiled
at me. I smiled back. NOTHING! HURRAH! I felt absolutely nothing
sexual for the child. My dick hung flat in my trunks. I passed the
boy and turned back. His yellow speedos were nearly slipping off his
curvaceous little butt. The kid even bent down to pick up a sea
shell and still I felt nothing. Not even a tingle! DAMN, was I
brilliant or what?? I had outsmarted the almighty himself. `That'll
teach God to saddle ME with crosses' I thought! I felt freedom like
I had never known what the word meant. I ran all the way to the
showers. I was gonna really push my luck!
The cool room was simply stiff with boy meat. Ages 3 and up. Most
were in the 11 to 15 range....my favorite ages! I especially like
13 year olds, you know, boys just kissed by that wonderful angel of
puberty, with wisps of hair just beginning o decorate rapidly
enlarging cocks. With flat tummies, tiny boy nipples and hairless
armpits...Ahhhhhh. There were even a few boys unabashedly popping
scrumptious little boners. I gaped at maybe a hundred tiny
cocklettes and...NOTHING! I didn't even get a hard-on. Oh, this
was pure bliss! I was done! I wasn't a boy lover anymore! YEAH! I
was cured! Maybe I should patent my little invention! I could
make a mint in the process. I bet the authorities would let a lot
of guys out of jail if they'd just agree to take doses
every...every.....Just then I realized that I hadn't stopped to
think of that. How long would it last?? How much of the stuff
would I need? Well, whatever... it was cheap and easy enough to
make. I'd have to experiment with the dosage and protocol to
optimize the effect. In any event, I bet a hundred drug companies
would be interested in my molecule. Not only had I cured myself,
but I was gonna be rich too!
I suppose some of you with experience can see the huge hole in my
plan from the vantage point of distance and have been laughing in
your sleeves at me all along. Well, go ahead and laugh. I can
take it. But let me continue. It turned out that he drug lasted
quite a while. I must have seen a hundred kids that day and none
of them meant anything to me. The sun was just about set and I was
feeling like a canary that had just swallowed a pussy cat. I was
packing up my stuff and about ready to go home and savor my
triumph, when the corner of my eye caught a small shade moving in
water. There was no one else in sight. I stared hard into the
sunset. The shadow in the water resolved into frantic splashing.
I ran to the water's edge. Someone was drowning. Instinctively, I
dove in. All my WSI training from summer camp leapt back into me
within a fraction of a second. After a deal of salty splashing and
sputtering, I pulled out a handsome dark haired boy onto the sandy
shore. By the time I got him to the beach, he was unconscious,
very blue and not breathing. He looked to be about 12 or 13 years
old. Well, there was nothing else to be done. It was the ultimate
test for my new drug. I had to give the boy CPR.
In a matter of seconds, his blue eyes opened wide and he was
coughing and spitting up sea water.
"You okay, kid?" I asked.
"yah, I...I think so...I thought I died."
"Nah, not even close" I lied.
The terror in his eyes was chilling. The boy looked at me, burst
into tears and threw his arms around me.
"I was so scared..." he cried.
"Hey..hey...you're okay now kid....Where are your parents?"
"Don't got none. I live with my sister and brother-in-law. They
couldn't care less about me." he coughed.
"So you came to the beach by yourself?"
"Yeah, I don't live far. I can walk it."
The boy's name was Chris and he was the most delightful company I
had had in a long time. Oh, he was fabulously beautiful alright,
but also a remarkable young man. Many interests, fiercely
independent, and just a fund of boyish mirth that seeme always ready
to burst forth at the slightest provocation. I drove him home and
we laughed all the way. It didn't take him long to recover from a
near death experience and I wondered about that. `Gee' I thought to
myself `I guess kids today are made of pretty tuff stuff after all.'
I felt disappointed, almost annoyed, that he only lived a few blocks
away.
"There. Thats the house." he said pointing to a rather poorly kept
ranch in the center of the block.
"Okay" I said pulling over "It was sure a pleasure to meet you".
"Yeah, for me too. And thanks for saving me. Maybe I can do the same
for you one day" he said with a curious smile.
It was an awkward moment. Neither of us wanted to part. We just
twitched in our seats for a few uncomfortable minutes. Finally, I
blurted it out.
"Hey, Chirs...can...can...well, can I see you again?" Gawd, that
sounded awful. Like I was asking a 13 year old boy for a second date.
"Sure" he said immediately. "Wanna meet me here tomorrow?"
That was fast and easy, I thought.
"Morning or afternoon?" I asked.
"Make it morning!"
"About nine?"
"Cool. Whadda ya wanna do?"
I checked my crotch. Nothing. The drug was still working its wonders.
"I dunno. How about breakfast and a movie. I hear the new Disney movie
is supposed to be good."
"What?" he said incredulously, `Cinderella'? Thats kid stuff."
"Cinderella???" I asked, echoing his tone. "Nah, I don't even think thats
available anywhere anymore. I was talking about Pocahontis."
"Well" the boy said with a sigh "I'd rather see `Fame'".
"I haven't seen that one in a while" I said, rather surprised that the boy
wasn't more interested in current films.
"Hey," I added coyly, "didn't that movie get an R rating?"
"So??" the boy answered, its not like I ain't never seen anyone naked before!"
I checked my crotch again. Still nothing.
"Okay, kid. You're the boss. `Fame' it is. I'll see if I can rent it tonight
and we'll watch it at my house after breakfast. How's that?"
"Cool" he said with a smile and hopped out of my car.
I watched the boy disappear behind the house. I thought it strange for
a second that he didn't just use the front door, but then I figured
that no one was home and they must have left the back door open for
him. I waited for a few moments until a l ght went on in the house and
then drove off with a glowing, smiley feeling in my bones.
I was starting to suspect that my new friend might be a budding
homosexual. Besides his obvious interest in me, what other excuse
could there be for a thirteen year old boy wanting to see the movie
`Fame' again? But at least I knew he had good taste in men! As I
drove home, I couldn't get the charming boy out of my head. All
night, I kept seeing his smiling face and electric blue eyes. What
a boy! Now, normally, I would have spent the whole night
fantasizing about sucking on his little rod, running my tongue over
his hairless nuts and licking his tiny pink nipples, but my little
invention was working its wonders. I didn't even jerk off. I still
couldn't wait to see the lad again, but all the sexual fantasies
seemed absurd, almost funny. Man, was I cool, or what?
The next morning dawned bright and steamy. The air was thick with
moisture and even the hot sun would have a difficult time clearing
the atmosphere. It was gonna be a sticky day. I picked Chris up
about five minutes to nine. He was already w iting for me,
standing on the curb in front of his house. The boy was dressed in
a flimsy pair of shorts and a thin tank top. His smile lit up my
world as he hopped into the car. Almost immediately, the child's
redolence did what the fiery sun could not and seemed to lighten
the very air.
"Hi!" he said brightly. "You're right on time".
"Well" I smiled, "I had a lot of incentive!"
The boy blushed, but smiled right back at me warmly. Then he yawned
and stretched his thin white arms behind his head. As he did, I saw
his hairless armpits and his tiny boy nipples flashing from the sides
of his tank top. The fantasy caught me to ally off guard. There was an
uncomfortable tingle in my crotch. `oh shit' I thought. `time to
recharge my battery'.
"Hey Chris" I squirmed. "Mind if we stop at my place for a second before
we go to breakfast. I just remembered, something"
"Sure" the boy said with a strangely knowing smile. "Not a problem".
We got to my house in about 15 minutes. It was just about the longest
fifteen minutes I ever remember. My dick was hard as a rock and my
hands trembled on the steering wheel the whole time. Whenever I
glanced over at the boy smiling blithely, st ring at the road, my
cock swelled in my pants. I kinda figured the kid was into me and
probably wanted it. Heck, look at that skimpy get-up he had on. He
was flashing boy tit like it was going out of style. Tell me that
wasn't at least a subconscious come on....NO..NO NO NO..this thinking
was wrong. Thank goodness, I finally pulled into my drive way and
without any explanation, ran into the house and shoved the hypo back
into my arm. The warm rush came. I waited a few moments. Nothing
happened. My dick was still raging hard and throbbing. I looked out
the window at the beautiful boy waiting patiently in my car. Shit, I
wanted to nibble on his balls till he cried in ecstacy. Oh God. How
was I gonna get through this day. Now why wasn't the stupid thing
working?? All the fates seemed against me. Then it hit me. I always
think most clearly when I'm panicking. Antibodies! I had forgotten
all about the immune system. Oh, what a jerk I was. My blood had
probably made antibodies against the strange molecule and the more I
injected, the more antibodies my blood would make. I was in trouble.
I would get through breakfast alright, but sitting through the movie
`Fame' with this gorgeous kid, alone in my house, was gonna be pure
torture. And what if he made a move on me?? I'd never have put
myself in that position if I hadn't counted on the drug. Oh well,
there was nothing for it. I had promised and now I had to endure.
Contrary to all my fears, it turned out to be a nice day. It was
hot and sticky and maybe that took the edge off my horniness. And
Chris was pure delight. Every word he said, every move he made was
captivating. We had a wonderful meal and afterwards, we just drove
around for a while. Then we took a walk on the beach before heading
back to my house. The movie was nice and I remember being surprised
because it seemed like the boy had never seen the flick before.
Strange. It was a very popular movie. If he knew about it and was
so into it, it was hard to imagine why he'd never seen it. Anyway,
I wasn't about to argue. The boy snuggled up next to me and
practically watched the film with his head on my chest while I pet
his hair. I was hard as stone the whole time, but I controlled
myself. I just loved being with the kid and having him near me.
After that first awkward day, I began to trust myself a little more.
Heck, I still wanted the boy, but I knew that I could control myself.
I felt guilty for even thinking what I was thinking, but I'm old
enough to know that no one can control feel ngs. Chris and I saw
each other every day for the rest of that wonderful week. I had
decided to take my vacation early so I could spend time with the boy.
But by the end of the week, things were getting pretty painful again.
Chris was a bright kid and he was obviously catching on. Or maybe he
had always suspected and was starting to get bolder. In any event, it
was late friday afternoon and we were watching TV. Chris came and
sat in my lap. Now, that was something he had never tried before. He
squirmed, trying to get comfortable and naturally, I got stiff nearly
instantly. Instinctively, I pushed the kid off me and blushed a
bright red.
I looked over at the boy. Every nerve in my body seemed to be
firing at once. God, he was sooo beautiful. I wanted him like I'd
never wanted anything so much in all my life. And yet, every cell
in my brain was sure that it was just plain wrong. My mind and
heart were both torn asunder. What made my situation even harder
was the sense of utter failure, total defeat. Now, who likes to
admit that? Chris had to see the pain in my face.
"Share it with me." he said in a soft tone of compassion that I never
expected from a boy.
"Oh Chris" I shook my head and closed my eyes "I couldn't..its not your
problem kiddo, its mine and I...I just.."
"Hey, we're friends aren't we? And friends help each other, like you
tried to help me that first day we met."
"Yeah, but this is different, Chris. You wouldn't understand and..."
"You're afraid you might hurt me?"
"Yeah..exactly."
How did he know what I was gonna say? Now that I look back on it,
right then and there is when the situation first started to feel a little
creepy.
"Look, I already know. Don't you think I felt it too? Thats why I'm here."
"You know about me?" I asked in a faint whisper.
"Not ALL about you" the child continued "but I know that you love boys,
and I know how you feel about me. And I can only guess what you're going
through."
"Then you know how wrong I think it is and how bad it makes me feel" I
said, a hot tear running down my cheek.
I couldn't look the kid in the face at this point and totally forgot I
was talking to a child.
"I know you'd never hurt me" he said kindly.
I tried to bury my shame in my hands and shook my head gently from side
to side.
"Oh, damn it!" I said softly. "I don't know anything anymore. I don't know
whats right and whats wrong, I only know what I feel."
"Why?" I continued, not really talking to the boy anymore "Why did God do
this to me? I prayed so hard over it. And what does he want from me anyway?
Why won't he take this cross away from me? Or at least make me feel sure of
whats right and whats wrong." I was nearly bawling. I had never opened up
like that in front of anyone.
"Maybe your acceptance of uncertainty pleases him more" the boy whispered.
I looked over at the child. He was smiling sadly. His quiet words were
like some gentle wind that clears a cloudy mountain top. I understood
things a little better. I hugged him tightly. I took Chris home that
evening more in love with the boy than I ever imagined I could feel.
Then next morning was much the same as the all others that had
opened each day of that precious week. Our rendezvous had become
routine, so I expected to pick Chris up at the same time. But the
boy never showed up. I was stunned. He'd never ev n been late
before. I returned the next day and still no Chris. I began to
worry. On the third day, I waited for nearly three hours in front
of the boy's house, filled with anxiety. At last, a car pulled
into the drive way. It was a gray, late model Lincoln. The couple
that got out must have been the boy's sister and brother-in-law.
The woman's face immediately recalled Chris to my mind. But
frankly, she looked too old to be the boy's sister. She must have
been at least 40. I couldn't imagine that Chris had lied to me, so
there had to be some other explanation. My concern for the boy
overrode all caution. I had to know if he was okay. I walked over
to the couple and met them at the bottom of the stoop as they were
just about to go inside.
"Excuse me, uhhh.... I'm a friend of your brother Chris...is he alright?
I mean, I haven't seen him for a few days and..."
I was cut off in mid sentence, shocked by the woman's reaction. Her
face seemed to erupt in pain and bewildered horror. The man, a bulky,
burly sort, looked at her briefly, seemed to share her feelings and then
went for me.
"What are you some kinda sicko, fellah?" he said coarsely.
"I...I don't under..." my heart leapt into my throat and I got that queasy
feeling in my gut as the man's fist tightened around the front of my collar
and took me off balance. I was half expecting a punch in the teeth.
"I...was just wondering about Chris...thats all" I squeaked fearfully.
The woman disappeared into the house sobbing.
"Listen buddy" the man said, his voice filled with pain and hate.
"I don't know who you are or what your game is, but our Chris died over 10
years ago. The poor kid drowned at the beach. All his friends know that"
The man's red eyes filled with hot tears and loathing and I thought I
could just make out a twinge of guilt. He released me and pushed me
aside as he regained his composure and strode toward the door. I was
too stunned to breath. The man turned at he threshold and eyed me
darkly.
"I'm....I didn't know.." I managed.
"You just get the hell out of here, whoever you are and don't ever come
near this house again or I'll kick the living shit outa ya, you hear me??"
The gruff man slammed the door behind him.
My heart was broken and my mind a whirl of confusion. Somehow, I knew
I'd never see Chris again. It took days for the whole affair to
crystalize in my brain. But I'm okay with it now, and with myself.
Oh, things are far from perfect and I still have my moments, but I
feel resolved at last. I know I'll always want something that I can
never have. But there is a good side too. No one could possibly love
boys more than I do. Oh go ahead, roll your eyes and feel superior. I
don't care. Who knows how another person's skin feels? And yet,
we're all so much alike, aren't we?? With brother-blood dripping from
our hands, here in the land of Nod.
The End
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