Date: Sat, 8 Jan 2005 15:02:06 EST
From: PixaJax@aol.com
Subject: Nice dick, kid Part 3

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, do you remember? Albert and little
Daniel: "Albert let his dressing gown fall open, revealing his tumescent
cock. He really couldn't help himself. Little Daniel, busy rubbing
himself dry, was aware that his cock was turning into a stiffy. He had no
idea how or why, but he could feel it throbbing already. Vainly he tried
to cover it up with the towel. He tried, too, not to look at Uncle
Albert's exposed cock.............

And then, the butterfly flapped its wings: Uncle Albert said: "Nice dick,
kid!"
Listen, members of the jury, I don't make these things up. You are
saying, "No way. Are you telling us that the wicked pederast Albert used
exactly the same words as the dirty old man in the public toilet? No way!
Impossible! We don't believe in coincidences.
" Well, my hand to God, coincidences DO happen, and that's what Albert
said. Maybe - think about it - it's a standard phrase for a man to use
when he contemplates a gorgeous little stiffy, remembers how it was when
he was a kid and his penis stiffened constantly and without warning,
envies the little guy in front of him, and wants to acknowledge the
beauty that is a boy's stiff penis.
"Nice dick, kid!"
That's what he said. Just a phrase, but its effect on Daniel was
electric. The words reverberated in his head, his cock went into a spasm
of excitement, he relived the experience with the man in the public
toilet. He felt GOOD. Scared, but  good. His stiffy was almost parallel
to his body. Albert contemplated it. It was many years since his had
stood up like that, like a sentry on duty. What a wonderful thing is a
boy's erection!
"That is one very nice dick, Daniel," he said, letting his hand fall to
his own tumescent cock.
And they stood, man and boy, looking at each other. Both moreorless
naked, both with erections, each aware of the other's arousal. Albert
desperately wanted to jack off. But this was unknown territory. Dangerous
territory. Young kids ogling you through the window while you flash your
penis was one thing, a naked kid in your kitchen sporting a fine erection
was altogether different. Albert, he said to himself, be careful. Be very
careful. Kids have parents. Kids blab. His cock started to detumesce.
Daniel watched it subside in dismay.
"Oh," he said without thinking.
"Oh what?"
"I, er, I mean, well, your thing is going down. Why is that?"
Daniel, bless him, had only one mode: his penis got hard, it stayed hard,
he wanked, it went down.
Albert swallowed hard.
"It might get hard again if you touched it for me, Daniel."
Oh Albert! Oh you foolish wicked man! Oh you child molester! Oh you
pederast! Oh you despoiler of innocence! You are inviting the boy to do
what he has been LONGING to do. You are giving him the chance to discover
the JOYS of man-boy sex! Amen. But do you really expect leniency from the
jury? Do you really expect sympathy? Do you really expect understanding?
One man, one boy, one opportunity for depravity, and you took it. Shame
on you!
Well, whisper it softly in Gath, but in the jury, all is not lost. Out of
twelve honest burghers, four men are trying to control the erections that
are growing in their pants as they fantasise about little Daniel and his
sucky little stiffy, three plump middle-aged housewives are misty-eyed
and getting moist as they transfer the scenario to their own situations
and remember how they lust after their own pubescent sons or overblown
with lust for au pairs, sisters, whatever.

Which leaves five jurors who suck in their lips disapprovingly - their
lips being the only things they have sucked in forty years or more, poor
pilgrims. Let's face it, three of them have a prostate condition, and two
can't remember what the thing between their legs is for.  Poor pilgrims.

And it came to pass that Daniel did touch the man's organ and (there was)
a swelling and a growing and an exultation and the boy knew not whereof
he partook, and the man (knew not) whereof he partook, and it was as the
clash of demons and the sounding brass of damnation. But it was fucking
good, and man and boy both enjoyed it. So, fuck the angels and the
sounding brass of damnation. Do they fuck in heaven? Do they fucking
hell! One question at a time please..
And so, ladidykes and gentlewankers of the jurypoo, you want a detailed
description of the mighty orgasms enjoyed by Albert the bad man, and
Daniel the naughty boy? If you do, ask yourselves why. Is it not because
you want to get hot and horny and jack-and-jill off? If you still can.
Or, to put it jurisprudentially, go fuck yourselves.
Amen.

Envoi
Dear reader, sorry if the ending cut your orgasm off in mid-spurt, but
sometimes I get polemical. And then I jack off. :)) PS, most of what you
have read is true, just dramatised to give it some oomph. [Comments to
pixajax@aol.com]