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Date: Sun, 28 May 1995 22:56:22 UTC
Subject: A MERCY LOANED (m/b)
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A MERCY LOANED    (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



"A Mercy Loaned"   written by BASE.               (05/95)


                      A MERCY LOANED
                          By Base


   After all these years, it was nice just not to feel so damned alone
for a change.  At last, I could walk down the streets of the City
with someone and not worry about being caught staring.  I could share
all the delightful little boys that thronge the busy thoroughfares.
I could even unabashedly point out the really cute ones and
appreciate their freckly noses and shining eyes. For I was finally
with someone who understood, who felt the same, who was the same.  A
boy-lover, a pedophile.  The most loathsome form of life ever
spawned. But I can't help it. I just can't stop dreaming about boys.
Whenever I see one walking down the street, or playing in the park,
my world just lights up like a Christmas tree.  And if a little one
smiles at me, my legs turn to warm whipped cream. Why God? Why me? I
didn't ask to be like this, but dammit, this is what I am and I
wouldn't change if I could. The hardest part is the hatred that spews
from society like some dark miasma. It's horrid to be seen in the
same light as a child rapist, or worse, but that's just what the vast
majority of people think.  It hurts because the truth is, I'd never
hurt a boy.  On the outside chance that it MIGHT do harm in some
esoteric way, I rather jump in front of a truck than touch a little
one.  That's my lot in life. That's the cross I bear.  But for two
magical days at least I didn't have to be alone.  Even the demons in
hell, we are told, find some comfort in fellowship. But that weekend,
something much more happened.  Something special. Maybe something
magical.

    It's so fairy tale like in my memory that maybe I did dream it.
Maybe. But I know at least a part of it really happened. I'm sure of
that. I'm afraid to ask my buddy anything. I don't know what I'd do
if...if he remembered.  Anyway, believe my story or not at your
leisure, but let me start at the beginning. I met a guy here in
cyberspace and we hit it off pretty quick.  He's real nice, real
entertaining.... just real. We agreed to meet and spend a few days
together. I'd never met another of my kind before so there was
already at least one sort of magic at work that weekend.  There were
obvious places in the City for us to go and watch boys and let me
tell you, we hit the jackpot that saturday afternoon.  The sun was
hot and the park was simply stiff with bare chested boys! Some
smiled back at us, some frowned, some looked at us like we were
crazy, but most paid us no mind at all. It hardly mattered. Their
mere presence was simply enchanting.  We finally made it across the
park and decided to dash into the museum and catch the new Egyptian
exhibit. They claimed to have a boy mummy, one of the few ever
discovered.  I love ancient history and my new friend seemed
interested as well. Lucky me, I thought.

   There were few visitors in the museum that afternoon. I guess the
weather was so nice that nobody normal wanted to be inside.  As we
strolled through the empty dim corridors, keeping our eyes peeled, as
always, for the odd boy that might be wander ng the halls, my eyes
fell on a circle of light.  In that luminous sphere, sitting indian
style, was a small boy.  Perhaps he was eight or nine years old. I
elbowed my buddy, but he was way ahead of me.  His eyes were already
glued on the child.  Gawd, the tyke was absolutely adorable.  He had
long yellow hair, impossible jade green eyes and his face was fair
almost beyond enduring.  He was dressed like any normal kid his age,
in plain blue jeans and a green tee shirt. He sat, drawing in a plain
white pad, the image of the strange ruins that adorned the boy
mummy's sarcophagus.  We were stunned.  What could spark the interest
of so small a child in this dreary place?  As we stood there stricken
with wonder, the boy was suddenly aware of us.  His eyes fell on me
like starlight.  Indeed, his focus seemed to glow faintly, or maybe
it was just the reflection of the lustrous beams from above.  But I
felt my breath taken away.  I couldn't endure his glance for very
long.  After only a few seconds in his gaze I felt like I hadn't got
anything on and quickly turned away, blushing.  I noticed my friend
did the same.  But then the boy smiled; a radiant smile that seemed
to outshine the bright light above him.

   We just stood there, my friend and I, still and silent as the
sphinx, until the light in the child's eyes seemed to dim. It was
like someone had put a veil before an all knowing flame. Suddenly, I
could look into his deep green eyes again. Indeed it seemed I was
commanded to.  It was the strangest moment of my life.  It felt like
my soul was falling through this boy's eyes and into his heart.  And
his heart was a serene and endless place, full of pity and
understanding.  No words were spoken, but thought passed between us
like a breeze.  I told him he was beautiful, the most beautiful
being that I had ever seen. And he knew me. All my passions and
fantasies were revealed to him in a single instant, or perhaps he
had always known them. I wasn't embarrassed because I knew the child
understood.  He knew I'd die rather than hurt him, or any boy.  I
don't know how long my friend and I were spellbound but I remember
the boy walking softly over to us, silently, like a living shade.
He reached for my hand, placed a tiny orb in my palm and closed my
fist around it.  His young flesh felt like rose peddles and his
fragrance was like an eternal spring.  I nearly swooned, but the
boy's will sustained me.  He lifted his small hand and smiled.  As
he did, once again, his thought passed through me.

`This is but a mercy loaned' it said.
`miraculous and beautiful as the present and the past.
 Once shall it bare you and pass on.'

   Little did I understand the mysterious child's message but as I was
pondering it, the orb began to burn my skin so that I released my
grasp. To my astonishment, nothing fell from my grip, but the heat
still intensified until my hand stung with searing pain.  The smell of
burning flesh twinged the air.  A low guttural moan shook my throat.
My buddy turned and pulled my hand straight.  A wispy trail of grey-
white smoke hovered above my palm and faded, but the orb had vanished.
We stared at each other, my friend and I, in silent astonishment. I
looked over to the boy with bewildered eyes, but he was gone.

   We said nothing to each other, but headed quickly out of the dark
building.  My heart was pounding like a sledge hammer, but the pain
was gone.  Yet somehow, I felt strangely changed.  I thought
briefly of going to a doctor, but here was nothing or it.  There
was no scar nor any evidence of injury. My hand was quite normal,
really. If anything, it felt stronger and more dexterous than ever.
In the end, we just dismissed the illusion and continued on our
journey.  Indeed, the day dream seemed to evaporate in the hot
afternoon sun.

   We had a full and exhausting day.  We did so much that it was hardly
evening when that wonderful sleepy feeling started creeping over me
so I knew that bed was going to feel great.  Now, I'd be lying if I
said that I had no ideas regarding my new friend. But only the same
kind of wild fantasies that flash through everyone's mind when they
meet someone new and exciting. Just playful day dreams without
intention.  He played it real close too, so I had no idea what he
was thinking.  Reality was so much more than I expected that it
didn't matter anyway.  And we were mortally tired.  I set my friend
up on the couch and crawled into bed.  Sleep took me almost at once.
My thought hovered only for an instant over that small yellow haired
boy with the magic eyes.


   I woke deep in the night.  When I opened my eyes, I wondered if I
had, for my room seemed unnaturally dark.  But I've lived in the
same house for more than 25 years and made my way to the bathroom
easily. I tried to flick the light switch, but i wasn't where I
expected. Weird!? I searched the wall vainly and finally, after
reaching impossibly high, the room was illuminated.  The fixtures
had doubled in size and the room had expended in equal measure.
And then I looked down at my body.  The ceiling seemed to fall and
the walls caved in. Terror welled up in my guts.  And suddenly, I
knew I was 10 years old again.  I was so afraid that I thought my
head would explode and splatter the walls with boy brains.  But
then, as from deep inside my heart, the child's thought spoke
again. `A mercy loaned'  And instantly, the fear was gone.  I
understood.

   Mischievously, I tip toed over to the couch. My buddy was fast
asleep. His soft rhythmic breathing filled the dark room.
Starlight streamed in from the open window and fell on his face. I
was naked and decided to have some fun with him.  It was excellent!
All my playful boyishness seemed to have been reborn.  I knew he
was naked under the sheet and the thrill of it had me nearly
bursting inside like a shook up bottle of pop.  That magic tingle
was back! It was like I was a virgin again. Stealthily, I raised
myself above him so that my tiny boy boner stuck out right in front
of his dreaming face.  The starlight shown on my little peter and
bounced of my miniature nuts. There wasn't a hair on my balls.  I
could hardly contain my mirth.  A giggle spilled out of me. He
stirred and fell from dreaming into a sleepy grogginess.  An eye
opened. What must he have felt!?  Waking in a strange place to find
a tiny hairless boy dick staring right at him!  He sat up and as he
did I fell into his lap. My legs were spread wide and my little
cock and balls were illuminated by the heavenly light.  A shivering
breath escaped his lips, his jaw hung open and his eyes were filled
with confused astonishment.

   Now, my friend and I had swapped childhood pictures of ourselves
before we met, so I guessed that he recognized me.  But of course
that hardly eased the shock. He just stared at me, gaping in
amazement.  His eyes surveyed my naked body and settled on the tiny
cocklette between my legs.  Suddenly, I felt a stiffening rod grow
beneath the sheets.  It expanded and pressed against my tender ass.
The heat of it came through the thin cotton.  Our eyes met in the
soft starlight and the echo of the child's words filled my heart.
`miraculous and beautiful as the present and the past'.  Somehow, I
knew that my buddy understood what the small boy had done for us.

   There I was, all naked in the starlight and the man was smiling at
me.  He sat up and put his hands behind his head. As he did, the
white sheet fell around his waist, barely covering his belly
button.  He had lots of hair under his arms but very little on his
chest; just wide brown nipples that rode over well toned pecs.
Now, I've had sex with hundreds of guys, but never as a little boy.
And it was like all those memories didn't exist for me, like they
had been purged from my mind. Through the magic of the night, this
was my first time. I ran my tiny fingers through the dusting of
chest hair and kneaded the mature flesh in my little hands.  The
man shook with delight.  The feeling of power, the power to make an
adult quiver, made me tingle.  He ran his fingers through my soft
hair as I examined his upper body.  I tickled his ripply tummy and
as he chuckled and squirmed, the white fabric fell way.  The cool
starlight fell on the man's hairy cock and balls. It was awesome.
It was just as if I had never seen a grown man naked before.  The
way the hard cock throbbed and pulsated, and the way it seemed to
hang in mid air with a nest of bristly hairs all around it, was so
deliciously obscene that I felt like the naughtiest little boy in
the world. Maybe I was!  My little hand reached out and wrapped
round the thick shaft.  It was hot when I first touched it, soft
and hard at the same time. And it expanded when I squeezed it
softly.  The man moaned, thrust his hips up gently and brought both
his hands to his temples.  He gasped and seemed to lose his
breath.  I giggled, but my eyes were glued on that delicious cock.

   I lowered my face into the man's crotch and absorbed the musty
scent. The acidyl fragrance and the tickley feel of the dark pubic
hair on my face combined into an unforgettable erotic enchantment.
My mouth was nearly resting on the hard rod. I suck out my little
tongue and tasted the pulsing cock.  The air in the man seemed to
race from his lungs in quivering puffs as my hot tongue rode up the
shaft.  I held the throbbing dick head in between my lips and
sneaked my tongue under the heart shaped head.  Gently, very
gently, I began to suckle on the extreme tip.  I pushed my tongue
into the pee slit and discovered the salty tenor. The man was
puffing like a bellows.  Without warning, for I seemed to animated
by another volition, I shoved the cock down deep into the back of
my throat.

"uuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh" the man gasped.

   His dick expanded and seemed to fill my windpipe, cutting off my air.
I felt my stomach heave as the gag reflex was triggered.  Sheer will
kept the cock buried deep in my throat.  My tongue started to wipe
under the shaft as I sucked the air out of my mouth.  The sides of my
cheeks enveloped the cock and hot tears streamed down my face.  The
man was panting madly and lunging his dick into my mouth.  The feel,
the taste of the hot cock, even the violent thrusts, were wondrous,
but eventually, I had to breath.  Finally, when I was about to turn
blue from anoxia, I sputtered and choked on the rigid member.  We both
caught our breath.  And then, I started to lick the shaft again,
working my way down to the sac.  Curly hairs stuck in between my teeth
and tickled the back of my throat, but I just swallowed them as I
lapped at his balls like they were made of rock candy.

"mmmmhhhh...mhhhhhh...mmmmmhhhhh" the man groaned.


  He never said a word.  Maybe he thought he was dreaming and was loath
to wake.  But the man still wanted more from me.

  He rolled over gently, pulling his cock from my mouth. He laid me
flat on my back and relished my naked boyishness in the pale
starlight for an endless time.  His breath was like hot wind on
my tender skin.  With the tip of his finger, he rubbed each of my
little boy nipples until they were hard and reddened.  He raised
my arms above my head so that my hairless armpits were exposed
and he tickled the sensitive flesh. I giggled softly.  His warm
hands wandered all over my body and turned my skin into tingly
goose bumps. He spread my thin legs wide and then started to
fondle my tiny genitals.  The man rolled my dick head in between
his fore finger and thumb and stroked my puerile testicles with
his powerful hand.  My body rocked with pleasure.  It was like an
all over tickle that I hoped would never end.  Then, like I was
one big lolly pop, starting at my little tit, he licked all the
way down to my tiny feet.  He sucked on each one of my toes and
even ran his tongue between them.  I had never imagined such
feelings. His tongue rode back up the other side of my body and
painted my chest with his warm saliva.  Finally, after looking
deeply into my eyes, the man pounced on my tiny cocklette.  He
could have easily taken my little dick and jelly bean sized balls
into his mouth at once, but at first, he just slurped on the
shaft.  It was like an atomic bomb of rhapsody was detonated
between my legs. Ever deeper he took my boy dick into his hot
mouth until the tip of his tongue was poking my scrotum as he
sucked me off.  It felt so good that I started to blubber, but
the man just kept sucking away. Soon, his attention shifted
entirely to my balls. He began slurping and sucking on the tiny
orbs, one by one.  Then, he rolled his tongue down the middle of
my sac.  His hot tongue continued its southerly migration until
he was licking very near my young hole. He was straining to get
lower and finally, just raised my legs, spread them wide, and
practically turned me upside down.  He gazed longingly into my
boy hole.  He began to lap at my anus wildly, poking his tongue
deeply into my bowels.  I must have shrieked with passion, but the
man was relentless.  He poked his middle finger into me and I
gasped.  The intense pleasure turned abruptly to searing pain.
The contrast was overwhelming, almost refreshing, and I didn't
want him to stop. He pushed his finger deeply into my guts and
started to finger fuck my hole.  I knew what was coming next.  I
tried to relax and not be scared, but he had an awfly big dick.

   Gently, but firmly, the head of the man's cock pushed aside my
sphincter and invaded my bowels.  As gentle as he was, it was like
being torn in two.  Every time I cried out, the man withdrew his
organ. It took some time to loosen me up, but each time, the hot
dick crawled a little deeper into my guts.  Slowly, the man began to
pump his cock inside of me.  The pain was enormous, but always, just
underneath the hot anguish, was a tiny core particle of pleasure
that began to intensify.  At last, when the man's cock was stuffed
in my bowels to the hilt, the pain suddenly vanished.  That particle
of pleasure exploded, like the big bang, into a new universe of pure
bliss. The man fucked my ass with abandon and with each thrust, a
galaxy of ecstacy was born and dissipated through my young flesh. I
think he fucked me for hours, until my ass was so raw that my insides
seemed on fire.  Then, his body stiffened and with a few savage
thrusts, he exploded and sprayed my guts with torrents of cooling
man juice.  I heard a loud pop as his cock fell out of my ass and
felt the sticky jism leaking from my tortured hole.

   I woke the next morning in my own bed.  Anxiously, I looked under
the covers. I had a raging hardon, full sized and hairy. Damn.  My
buddy and I ate breakfast silently.  I was afraid to ask him any
questions.  It was another fine day and we strolled back to the park
for a quick bit of boy watching.  It was to be our last day together
and we still had lots to do.  Neither of us even suggested going
back to the museum.  But there was no need. There, alone as he had
been the day before, hanging off the monkey bars, was the
magnificent boy.  He seemed to be waiting for me. His jade green
eyes called to me. And once again his thought moved me.

`Are you contented?' he asked
`You have done me too much honor' I replied.
`It has been well paid' he said and he smiled at me kindly.

   His eyes focused on a blond man sitting on a bench a few feet away,
watching a small group of young boys at play.  To me, he seemed little
more than a boy himself, perhaps 19 or 20 years old. But I could see
the familiar longing in his eyes as he observed the boyish games. I
looked at the magical child again and recalled his words `once shall it
bare you and pass on'. And then at last, I understood everything.  I
walked up to the young man, smiled and offered him my hand. He looked
at me quizzically and instinctively shook my hand. I felt no pain, but
the expression on the young man's face, the twinge of burnt flesh in
the air, and the thin puff of smoke made me sure of what had happened.

"Have a nice night" I said.

   As I backed away, he looked at me, half angry and half astonished.
Then, that magical child came and stood between us and took all the
young man's attention.  I turned to my buddy and nodded my head.  We
still had a lot to do and there was nothing left for us in the park.
As we walked down the shady lane, my buddy turned and gave one last
look at the little boy and the young man, still standing together in
the middle of the path.

"Some guys have all the luck" he said.


                             The End

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