Date: Wed, 25 Sep 1996 00:47:30 -0400
From: Charles Baudot <cbaudot@juno.com>
Subject: Question of Time Part 1
PREFACE
A QUESTION OF TIME3
by Charles Baudot 3
January 6, 1992 3
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The following is an TWENTY-THREE Chapter, Sexual Fantasy,
story about my friends, Jason and Ryan.
It is based on theories and scientific fact brought to light
by my friend Nikola Tesla. Also, it is loosely based on
some ideas brought about by George Orwell in his novel
"1984". However, by observing life as we know it today, and
reading the news and information magazines, the future is
not that far off. Chicken Little just may be correct.
Jason and Ryan live in a upside down world where everyone is
considered a spy, unless you work for "The Company Store."
There is all kinds of monitoring, brother is pitted against
brother. Women are used for breeding only and are
"doctored" to produce only boys. Our hero interfaces with
Jason and Ryan, and feels that there is a better life in the
past. This may just be the way to the future and the
betterment of mankind, where a young life should be free to
chose his preference, without coercion, but with gentle
"parental" guidance.
If you have any comments, please send them to:
Charles Baudot
C/O
4023 Northrop Street
Richmond, Va. 23225
Or call:
(804)-233-3170
Thank you all for taking the time to read it
.....................Charles
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A QUESTION OF TIME
by Charles Baudot
January 6, 1992
The following is a TWENTY-THREE Chapter Fictional, Sexual
Fantasy, based on the real life works of actual scientific
and literary greats' of this, our lifetime, as we know, or
perceive it.
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A QUESTION OF TIME
By Charles Baudot
CHAPTERS 1-3
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I was born in 1944, and lived a pretty sheltered life up
until the time I started grammar school in 1949. With some
introspection over the years, it seemed to me that life as I
knew it, started down hill. Don't get me wrong. I'm not
complaining. I can roll with the best of 'em. But there
were certain trends I couldn't put my finger on. Let me try
and explain.
After the start of grammar school, I began to get concerned
with the 3-R's and meeting new friends. It was a learning
process, where you had your group of sophisticated kids that
in reality were more shy than you were, but showed it
another way, and you had your "teasers". These were the
kids that may have caught on to some small incongruity you
may have had in relation to them. Whatever the case, you
had to deal with the life as you now knew it. That is, fit
the mold the sophisticates wanted you to be, or be an all
around Joe and take the teasing and be able to give it back.
I did just that. I strove to understand where the
sophisticates were coming from, and I learned more about the
"teasers" background and adjusted accordingly. My thoughts
and deeds were being repressed. The "doctor" game I used to
play with the kid next door, my thoughts and dreams of the
years before, and even the time I stuck the hairpin in the
electrical socket. This was a new experience...a new
trauma, so to speak.
I was five years old at the time. From year five upward, my
life seemed to be, by some standards, normal. I had my
share of punishment and rewards, as with most of the kids of
my time, but when I started college, I began to realize that
life, as I knew it, was not what it was supposed to be.
Never once did it dawn on me, that my parents had come
through a period of time with me, that was just as trying to
them, as my future life on my own was going to be for me.
It didn't come home to me until November 22, 1963, when the
president of the United States was assassinated. G-Damn,
who would do such a thing? Where are all the nuts coming
from?
I then began to hear all the finger pointing. The FBI was
involved...NO. The CIA...or was it Castro? Maybe the
"Mafia," whatever that is. In any event, it made me
pensive. Along came "Son of Sam", Charles Manson, and all
the other cooks in between. There was no let up. Life was
becoming a real bitch.
Sometime in the mid 60's, I picked up a copy of "Nineteen
Eighty-four" by George Orwell. I read it cover to cover.
What a frightening book?
I was still in college and had not had any insight into the
real world as yet. All my high school time was spent in
preparation for college, more for procedure and protocol,
than actual knowledge. Actual knowledge there, was years
behind. In fact, I had a textbook whose copyright was 1949.
Granted, it was a technical book, and not much changes in
the theory, but here it was the 60's and engineers were
already finding out things that the textbook said couldn't
happen.
I figured at this pace, what would 1984 bring? Well 1984
came and went. There were definite changes in our society,
yes, and it had its' share of weirdness, but it seemed to be
more positive than the book made it out to be. There were
only a couple of items that seemed to parallel the book
somewhat. They were the things that eluded to our monetary
system and the means of "keeping tabs" on you. Computers,
and the use of your Social Security number, was widespread.
Other than that, I could deal with it.
Yeah, "I could deal with it."..."deal with it."...G-damnit,
I couldn't. Here it is, the 90's, and I am hearing from
people that I've never heard of, that don't know me from
Adam, wanting this or that, all because I was some "number"
in a computer somewhere. The "Privacy act of 19-whatever?
BULLSHIT.
In all fairness to you, I think I should back up a few years
to 1987. In July of 1987, I made application to the F.C.C.
(Federal Communication Commission) to take a commercial
communications examination to obtain a license that would
enable me to set up and operate a commercial broadcast
station. A station, similar in nature, to which you listen,
at work or play.
I passed the test and obtained the license. Next, came all
the legal work for frequency assignments, land use,
transmitter sight, the whole nine yards. For advice, I
joined SBE (Society of Broadcast Engineers). That
organization had many members here in town that had been
through the experience, and could advise me. Although I
would be in competition with them as far as their individual
stations were concerned, we were all just one happy family.
The name of the game was to be as technically correct as
possible in accordance with all rules and regulations set by
the F.C.C.
There was an individual that I met at one of my meetings,
I'll never forget. Not that it's important, but his name
was Jimmy Anderson. Just a young buck, comparatively, but
super smart. Had he been 10-15 years younger....that's
another story.
Jimmy and I hit it off from the beginning. Although he was
younger than me, we related to many of the same things.
>From conversations with him over the years, and the bending
of our elbow with the natives, at the local bar, I found out
that he was a student of Nikola Tesla.
"Who," you say? Nikola Tesla. He lived to be 87 years old
and was an Electrical Engineer. If it weren't for him, you
would not enjoy some of the more modern electronic
developments we know of today. Take my word for it.
Anyway, ole' Jimmy studied Mr. Tesla's most obscure theories
and calculations. Hardly a night that I would visit Jimmy
for some reason or another, that he didn't have some new
type of Tesla Coil he had built. This thing made all kinds
of deafening noise and threw off all kinds of electrical
sparks. It must have raised hell with all the neighbor's
T.V. sets for miles around. Needless to say, I believe
our respective radio station signals were being wiped out
too. I gotta have a serious talk with that boy.
One night, I was having transmitter problems at my station,
and Jimmy came over with a few needed parts to help me get
it back on the air. We talked about the problem and just
about everything else under the sun. It wasn't long,
though, that Jimmy brought up his friend Tesla. Obsession?
Naw...not Jimmy. Good thing he wasn't into sex. And then
again, maybe Tesla was his "sex".
I got the transmitter back on the air and told the DJ to
carry on as per normal, but watch his meters for any strange
readings that might blow us off the air again. Jimmy and I
took off for the local bar for a few drinks.
"Charles," Jimmy said. "How much power do you run over at
your station?"
In jest, I responded,
"On a good day?"
"Yeah, dingbat, on a good day," came the reply.
"Oh...I'd say about One Hundred Thousand Watts Effective,
why?"
Jimmy had something up his sleeve, but I wasn't sure exactly
what.
"Just wondering," he said. "Just wondering."
It wasn't until we bent our elbow's a few more times at the
bar, that Jimmy became a little more loose, and started to
tell me what he had in mind. He wanted to explore a few
more of Tesla's theories involving some kind of bullshit
that was above my head. Jimmy needed a large amount of
power to do this. I had to think about this when I was
sober. Hell, who can think or talk technical in our loose
state of consciousness?
The next day was Saturday. I could sleep in for a while.
There was a standby engineer at the station on the weekends
that could handle most problem if they came up. I began to
think about what Jimmy had been saying last night about what
he wanted to do. In two weeks, it would be the end of the
month. The F.C.C. required maintenance checks on the
equipment, so instead of a 24 Hr. station, we would sign off
the air Sunday night at midnight for a few hours to do them.
Jimmy's station was a daytime only station and his time was
flexible for that kind of a check. I phoned Jimmy and
arranged the time for his needs after I did what was
required in two weeks. Little did I know, that my life
would never be the same again.
Jimmy brought all his equipment over the night of the
maintenance check and set up. After I was through with all
I had to do, Jimmy guided me as to his needs. He wanted to
have me feed the raw power of my transmitter into his
equipment. I didn't think much of having all that RF energy
floating around loose in my transmitter building. I would
much rather have it go into the air where it was supposed to
be. Well Jimmy convinced me to do it, and I diverted the
transmitter energy to a makeshift connection into Jimmy's
equipment.
"Ready?" Jimmy said.
I just shrugged my shoulders and Jimmy started pushing
buttons on a keyboard. He had constructed a platform with
all the equipment on it, like a dais. Underneath, was a
space of about eight inches, and then another flat piece of
material like porcelain. I didn't think it could be that.
Porcelain is expensive.
Jimmy had me bring up power slowly while he pushed more
buttons. There was a slight roar from the eight inch space.
Then there was a bright light ranging in color from dark red
to deep purple. For those of you that know anything about
light, that's the entire visible light spectrum. No big
deal, right? Wrong, moose breath.
Jimmy pushed a few more buttons, and this platform, complete
with power cables, shot straight up into the air to the roof
of the transmitter building. Jimmy maneuvered the platform
up and down, side to side, within the limits of the cables.
I was shocked. What kind of device was this? Jimmy
returned the platform to the floor and looked at me for a
response. I couldn't do anything more than shrug my
shoulders.
I put all of the connections back on the transmitter and
antenna, made one final safety measurement and locked the
place up. The morning DJ would sign on by remote control
from the studio. I'm going home for some sleep.
Months passed and our respective duties kept Jimmy and me
from contacting one another except at the SBE meetings. I
hadn't thought about that night for a long, long time, until
it was time for another transmitter maintenance. I had
planned to replace some of the tubes in the transmitter. So
the time came, and I signed off at midnight to begin work.
I let the transmitter power supply drain down to a safe
level and began to take it apart to replace the tubes, which
really pissed me off. T'aint nothing simple to do these
days. When I went along the wall where the tubes were
stored, there were no tubes. I know I had spare tubes
for the transmitter. It took four of them, and at $450.00
each, it's not a thing you want to be missing.
Particularly, since it is a pain in the ass to replace them.
WHERE THE HELL ARE THE TUBES?
I looked around thinking I had my head up my ass and put
them somewhere else. No. What about robbery? There were
no signs of forced entry, and the building was alarmed.
Besides who the hell would want them? They didn't fit any
other transmitter in the area. and there were no valuable
metals, to speak of, in them that you could get rich on. I
just didn't know. Jimmy? Naah.
I raised hell all around the station about the tubes. No
one had seen them or knew anything about them. I was fit to
be tied. I didn't want to do it, but come bonus time, about
$2000 was going to lower the bonus level. Two days later, I
went into the transmitter building to look for something
else, and the missing tubes had returned, neatly stacked
along the wall where I had them.
This was bullshit. Somebody was playing fuck-fuck with me.
I raised more hell around the station, really showing my
high ass, French temper. But after a while, I calmed down
and forgot about it. I had to stop and smell the roses for
a while. I called my assistant manager into the office and
told him it was his ball game for a month, I was going to
take a vacation.
I was able to spend some time with Jimmy and catch up on all
the news of Nikola Tesla. I was relating the story of the
tubes to him, when he got deathly white. I thought he was
going to drop over any minute.
"Jimmy, Jimmy, what's the matter?" I said.
"Uh, uh, oh nothing, nothing," he said.
"Nothing, my ass!" I retorted. "You look white as a
ghost."
"I'm ok Charles...let's drop it and have a beer," Jimmy
said.
Out of the fatherly type love I had for the boy, I didn't
argue. The beer sounded better anyway.
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Let me jump ahead to December/January, 1988/89. My station
had been on the air for a little over a year now. The bugs
had worked themselves out and the system ran smoother.
Jimmy had beat my ear so much about Nikola Tesla, that I
started to pick up an interest. I'm the type of person that
makes sure he has it right, before letting anyone know what
he's up to. I had ordered many books on Tesla and his
theories. From reading all the material, and making
first hand observations with Jimmy's setups, I was able to
put together some powerful conclusions. One of which was
"be damn careful." I only wish I had heeded my own rule on
the subject.
I began to construct variations of Tesla's apparatus using
more contemporary parts and applying his theories a little
bit differently. One night, I had started up one of these
experiments with a variation in procedure. There were the
usual grunts and groans from the stress on the equipment,
plus all the arcs and sparks. I remembered that I had left
the shop stool in the magnetic field surrounding all the
equipment. I donned my welder's goggles and turned to watch
the show. Suddenly, there was a brilliant flash of light
and a loud pulsating, low frequency noise.
I thought something had blown, because everything shut down.
I took my glasses off and went to shut off the main power to
replace the fuse.....the shop stool was gone. I had to get
out of the area. All of that energy was affecting my brain.
I didn't imagine the stool had disappeared, it had. It was
flat gone. Shit. I'm going to bed.
The next night, I was out in the shop again to look for
damage. I couldn't find any, but I couldn't find the shop
stool either. While I was looking at some wires leading to
the control panel, I heard a sharp crash behind me. I
jumped about two feet in the air. I hadn't been that jumpy
since Viet Nam. I turned around quickly to see what the
hell, and just about passed out. The shop stool was there,
on the floor, lying on it's side, behind me, 24-Hrs. later
than the yesterday.
My nerves were shot. I went into the house and called
Jimmy.
"Jimmy!" I said. "Get your hind parts over here, I need to
see you."
"What's the matter, Charles?"
"Well," I said. It's something related to your friend
Tesla. I haven't told you all that I've been doing lately,
so it's time to catch up."
Jimmy came over in a very short time. I brought him up to
date on everything I've been doing with all the experiments.
Then I told him what had happen last night and tonight.
After a beer, Jimmy finally spoke.
"Thank goodness that has happen to someone I know. I have
not been fooling with any of that kind of thing for a few
months now. I began to miss things like you did, and I
thought it was all of that energy around all the time,
getting to me."
"What do you think is happening, Jimmy?" I said.
"Whatever it is," Jimmy said, "we had best leave it alone.
The only thing I can think of is that you sent it 24-Hrs.
further into time."
"Bullshit," I said. That's strictly something out of
Hollywood."
"Think about it." Is all Jimmy had to say.
We sat around, had a few more beers, and talked technical
for a while, then Jimmy got up to leave, I went to bed and
"thought about it".
The next day, I took off from work early and headed straight
for my workshop. I checked all the connections and wires so
that I could duplicate the experiment. I set up a video
camera and recorder with a timer and large battery supply.
I put it all on a table and focused the camera on a wind-up
day/date clock. Then I reset the controls and pushed the
start button.
There was the brilliant flash of light and the low frequency
pulsating noise, of before. But this time I watched in
amazement as the table, with all the equipment, vanished
into thin air. I hope that the energy from the apparatus
didn't mess up the electronics in the video camera.
I set up an alarm in the shop to go off in the house if
anything returned during the night. It may have been a
waste of time, but you never know.
I returned to the workshop the next evening, what would have
been near the 24-Hr. time period. It didn't take long.
Exactly 24-Hrs. to the minute, the table with all the
equipment returned. Thinking back on this, I believe Jimmy
was not telling me all he knew on the subject. He had done
something, or seen something, that freaks him. That should
have been my cue. But, noooo. This old hard headed
Frenchman didn't take the hint. Anyway, I reached
over and pushed the stop button and retrieved the tape from
the recorder. The timer had done its'job. Some tape was on
the take-up side of the cassette, and had been still
running. The timer had been set to start the tape every two
hours and run for two minutes.
I put the tape into the video player in the house, rewound
it to the beginning and pushed play. At first, the clock,
with the day and time, came into view on the screen. This
was Wednesday, 7:30 P.M. It was before I started the
experiment. I know it was P.M. One couldn't tell from the
clock. In a few minutes, the picture flashed at me and the
sound had the low frequency noise I have observed. The
picture rolled, jumped around, and then cleared. The next
image was the clock again. This time, there was still 7:30
on the dial, but the mechanism had advanced to Thursday.
Thursday? Had to be a mistake. Bullshit. I continued to
watch the clock, as it were, until I heard the tell tail
sound of pulsating low frequency. There was a sudden flash
of light on the screen. Then I heard from the tape, foot
falls, and me mumbling. The image on the screen was of me
reaching for the stop button on the recorder. The image
quit at that point, and I pushed stop on the player.
I still wasn't quite sure what had happened. I needed to
duplicate the event again. This time, I put a radio tuned
to my radio station in next to the clock, and set the
recorder in motion again. The next night, I waited for the
return of my equipment from "wherever". If I figured
correctly, Friday's evening programming would be on the
beginning of the tape. I recorded a similar interval of the
station's Thursday night programming to compare with. I had
the standby engineer record intervals of Friday's program.
I got the chance to compare all the tapes on Saturday
afternoon. The tape from the Thursday/Friday experiment
compared with the tape from Friday's tape that my standby
engineer recorded. What had I done? Did I send something
"into time" like Jimmy said? Perhaps he was right. Jimmy
knew something and wasn't telling. H.G. Wells and Nikola
Tesla should have been together at one time. My way of
thinking, they had been. Where did old H.G. get his ideas?
September, 1989 found me putting together a lot of equipment
and plans to expand my theory. The setup looked like
something out of a Hollywood movie set. I had all types of
safeguards for possible errors. I'm going to go on a trip
into the future.
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October, 1989, Friday the twentieth. I stood on a platform
and started a sequence of events that would lead to the
bright flash of light and the low frequency sound. I had
more gadgets and dials on the console that would rival the
cockpit of a small plane. It was now or never. I set the
dials and went for it.
"Uh, God, UHH."
I was hit with a blast of energy that shook me to my very
fiber. I almost passed out, but I held on to the safety
hand rails and remained up right. The noise stopped and my
head stopped spinning. I looked around to get a reference.
It seemed that I was still in my shop.
What day was it? What time was it? I went into the house
to get the newspaper. Tuesday, October 24, 1989, was the
date under the masthead. I looked at the clock. Five
minutes had passed from my starting time. I went back into
the shop and looked at the controls on my apparatus to see
if they were accurate. I deduced that they were. For my
next trick, I wanted to try get back to Friday, October
20Th. I prepared myself for the blast of energy and set the
controls.
"BOOM!"
The smoke cleared, and I was still in the shop. I went into
the house to get the paper. Friday, October 20, 1989 was
the date under the masthead. "Damn," I was back home, but I
felt like hell. I felt my forehead for a temperature, took
two steps, and passed out. What the hell is going on?
Several months passed. I had forgotten about my little
fainting spell. I threw it off, saying it wasn't anything
but my thyroid acting up. I hadn't taken my medication that
day, like a dumb ass. I was too obsessed with ideas and
plans about my new project. It was hard to keep my mind on
my work at the radio station. Every day, the words of
George Orwell's book "Nineteen Eighty-four", played on my
mind. I had to see the future. I wanted to be prepared for
my future, anyway.
Maybe that was selfish on my part. What if I saw something
I didn't like, then come back to 1989, or whenever to change
the course of events? This is not right. I couldn't go
backwards, either. It would affect my life as I know it,
too. I would have to restrain myself. Take my lumps, as
they say.
JULY 27, 1990 - Friday Morning.
I went to work as usual, to prepare for the month's end
maintenance checks on Saturday/Sunday. Jimmy is planning to
come over to help me. I wanted to ask him as many questions
about his experiments with his friend Nikola Tesla, without
tipping my hand as to what I was doing. I wasn't trying to
hide anything from Jimmy, but I loved the boy in a fatherly
sort of way. I didn't want to see him in pain, as in the
times before that we talked about the disappearing articles.
He was frightened about something.
The maintenance went well. I had no major parts to replace
in the transmitter and we will still on our exact assigned
frequency. Jimmy was in good spirits that night. I didn't
ping on him too much about his experiments, it was casual
talk. We closed up the transmitter building and headed for
an all night bar to cap off the evening. After two or three
beers, we went our separate ways, home.
I woke up about 4:00 P.M. Sunday afternoon. I took a
shower, got dressed and fixed something to eat. Today was
going to be the day. I was going to try for a week, or a
month, away on my platform.
"WAIT!" I said out loud. "This can't work."
The longer I thought about it, the more I backed out of the
whole idea. I couldn't occupy the same space at the same
time. If I went a month ahead, then my "month ahead" self,
had to be somewhere else. I'll bet that's why I passed out
that time in October. That's what Jimmy was so afraid to
talk about. I had to check into this further.
I contemplated the idea long and hard. I made the decision
to go one hundred years forward. I wouldn't be around,
that's for sure, so I could occupy the space I would have,
if I had been living. Make sense?....Clear as mud?....I
thought so too.
August 6, 1990 - Monday Evening
I came home from work, got into my old clothes, and went
into the workshop. I check and double checked my equipment
to make sure it was stable. I made sure all indicators were
accurate with my calculations. I set up a homing beacon so
that I could set the equipment to seize so I wouldn't wander
all over creation. Friday was set to be the day. A day I
wouldn't forget. Friday, August 10, 1990, the day I was to
step through the door, the "door into my summer."
I continued to work on my project, every evening, after
work. Each night brought a small refinement to the project.
The final day, Friday, had arrived. I couldn't wait to get
home from work.
6:00 P.M. Friday, August 10, 1990.
After securing my house keys, wallet, pocket change and a
small pocket knife, in a safe located under the work bench,
I stepped onto the platform, secured myself into my
operating position, and gave all systems the final check.
For 100 years, I had calculated each setting of the dials,
and what each display should be displaying. It was now or
never...Go for it, bitch.
"BOOM!"
Flashing lights like you wouldn't believe. Timothy Leary,
look out. You've never seen such a display. It's a good
thing I wore safety goggles and ear plugs.
The whirring noises and flashing lights stopped. I looked
at the computer on the platform and it was still operating.
The digital indication displayed "08-10-2090 /
18:00:30...31...32....Hrs." I pinched myself on the ass to
wake up..I was dreaming. No I wasn't. I looked around to
get a perspective. I was in my shop, but the roof had holes
in it, and so did most of the walls. Cobwebs were all
around, and the floor had years of dust on it. Years of
dust, except for a small path from the door to one corner
of the structure.
I cut the power to my apparatus and stepped down off the
platform. Then I went over to a window to peek out at the
surroundings.
"Holly shit!" I exclaimed.
The city has expanded to within mere blocks of the
structure. Tall buildings, relatively new looking and quite
futuristic. George Jetson would had been at home here.
Directly outside, where my house would have been, was an
open field. All the neighborhood had been removed. Behind
the structure, was a large hole filled with clear water.
Rain water, I guessed. There were tools hung on the wall
that I never owned. Apparently the shop, as I knew it had
been used as a work shed for someone. Well, that's
progress. Night would be on me soon, so I looked around
and spotted a tarpaulin. I applied a slight amount of power
to my platform, to aid me in moving it over to one corner,
threw the tarpaulin over it, cut power, and set upon
investigating my space.
I looked around the entire space. My burglar alarm control
was dangling along the wall by its' wires. It looked as if
it hadn't been used in a while. Some of the power
receptacles had been removed and the bare wires just hanging
out. The place was in shambles. Among the trash on the
floor, I found a pair of Jockey style underpants. They
looked as if they were the size to fit a 11-12 year old boy.
Maybe they belonged to the former occupants of the house
that was here at one time.
I could hear sirens off in a distance, but getting closer.
I heard a low flying aircraft overhead. Then I heard voices
approaching the door to the shop. Young voices. I ducked
behind the tarpaulin over my platform and settled my nerves.
"Quick...in here," one voice said.
"God, I hope they don't catch us," said another.
About that time, the door flew open and was then slammed
shut. The only other thing I heard was the shuffling of
feet and the out of breath pants of two young kids.
The aircraft noise continued for hours. I had heard other
noises too. Sirens and vehicle doors slamming. There were
other voices, too. Angry voices, of what seemed to be,
large male adults. I hope they don't think about looking in
here. The panting for air of these two kids would give them
away, even if the stirred up dust on the floor, wouldn't.
Quiet kids, quiet.
It seemed to be about twenty minutes later, and the noise
from the aircraft went away. All the sirens had stopped,
but the young visitors were still in the shop, with me
behind the tarpaulin. Get out kids......I gotta peee.
"Hey Ryan, we'd better stay here until it's dark, don't you
think?" I heard one of the kids say.
"Yeah, I think so, Jason," the other kid said.
Well I know their names, let me see what they look like.
Did I dare to move? It looked as if I could move the tarp,
just enough, to get one eye out and look.
I moved the tarp back, ever so slowly, and looked toward the
door. Luck was with me, because the tarp didn't make any
noise or fall off the apparatus, to alert the kids.
They were at the edges of the door, still shaking from the
ordeal, and peeking out of the window, which had been
painted over about two thirds of it. Well I didn't paint it
when I had the building. Anyway, I didn't know which one
was Ryan or which one was Jason, but it didn't matter. They
were both beautiful boys of, in my estimation, about twelve
years old.
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"A QUESTION OF TIME"
CONTINUED
CHAPTERS 4-6
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I heard the door open. I peeked out from the tarp to look.
It had gotten dark and the moon was full, up to about 40
degrees. It was indicating to me that it was about 9:00
P.M.
"Let's go, Jase," I heard one kid say. "We can go get our
stuff and come back here and sleep."
"Yeah, they wouldn't come back here. This place was only a
tool shed for the guys that were working on filling that
hole from the cave in. It must go all the way to China,"
said the other kid.
"I guess that's why they quit messin' with it, huh, Jase?"
>From the difference in their voices, I was beginning to
figure out which boy was Ryan and which was Jason. Although
I had not seen either one talk, propagation of the tones
told me that Ryan was on the left, and Jason was on the
right. When I first looked from behind the tarp, it was
daylight. The one I perceived to be Ryan, on the left, was
about 4-1/2 feet tall, with blond hair and light, but tanned
complexion. I didn't see the eyes. Jason, on the right,
was about 5 feet tall, with dark brown hair and a more
olive/tanned complexion. After all, it was summer. I would
expect them to have a tan of some kind. Both boys wore
wearing the same style of clothes. It looked like a uniform
of some kind. White, one piece, tight-fitting, and
seamless. You could see a five digit number stenciled
across one shoulder. They had perspired while running here,
and the uniforms were wet and clinging even tighter. The
contour of their underwear and cute butt was evident. They
had Jockey style, white briefs underneath their shorts. I'm
glad to see that the "Tight Whites" were still around in
2090 A.D. ... And their butts'...yes, they were just the
correct firmness I desire.
The kids wandered out into the moonlight toward the city.
If anybody were watching the building, they would see those
kids for sure. The white of their clothes would bring
attention upon them.
I watched the kids until they got out of sight and stepped
out from behind the tarp. What were they saying about the
hole behind the shop? I went out to look at it, but there
wasn't much I could see in the moonlight. I unzipped my
fly, reached for my hurting penis, pulled it out for a well
deserved peee. In 1990, there had been a creek behind the
house. There was also another house in sight of mine, that
wasn't there now. In fact, I had a clear visual shot to the
buildings of the city. There was no more Hill Park, there
were no more green trees, nothing. Just my work shed,
barren land, and a hole full of water. Shit!
With this moon, I wasn't going to venture into the city just
yet. I went behind the tarpaulin and curled up on my
platform to get some rest. That was more comfortable than
sitting at the command console, upright. I snore like a
boar hog, so I hope the kids don't come back and hear that.
It would scare them off, or I would be discovered at a
disadvantage. Hmmmm, don't want that.
I hadn't slept but a few hours, before I woke myself up with
a snort. It was a good thing, too. The kids were
returning. I could hear the Ryan voice chattering about
something. Apparently, they had almost been discovered
again by whatever authority wanted them, in the city. The
Jason voice was laughing about the entire situation. Under
the circumstances, these kids were not clear thinkers. They
were impulse thinkers. To go out on a full moon wearing
white, when people were after you, was a little ballsy, to
say the least.
The door to the shop opened and closed. I peered around the
tarp to watch. The kids had two lit fluorescent lanterns,
plus gym bags and sleeping bags. In 1990, I had a sleeping
bag too. It was stored in this shop, if I'm not mistaken.
I'll have to look in the daylight, if these kids leave
again. It was in the rafters over the door, I think.
I could hear the noise of zippers being unzipped, things
being taken out of bags, etc. The boys were settling in for
the night, it seemed.
"I don't know about you, Jase, but I'm beat," said Ryan.
"Geese, me too," said Jason. "We need to stay here for a
while. They'll be looking for us for a long time."
What did he mean, "they"? Who?
I heard them roll out the sleeping bags and get into them.
"G'nite Ryan," Jason said.
"G'nite Jase," responded Ryan.
I heard a small click, and the light from their lanterns
went out. I sat there, behind the tarp, like a guardian
angel watching over the boys, ready to spring into action,
should any harm threaten them. Really it was from fear of
falling asleep, snoring and scaring the hell out of the
kids, before I even had the chance to see them naked.
Naked? What brought that up? Yes. I felt I would get
that chance. I could feel it in my bones. This was
"my" shop building, so they were trespassing. Yes, that's
it, trespassing....he, he, he. Naked. What a deserving
punishment.
The hours slowly passed, and daylight was just breaking
through the darkness. The sound of an aircraft approaching,
brought me back to the true awareness of my situation. I
listened to the sound of its' engines. It was a strange
sound, but definitely an aircraft. The sound got higher in
pitch as it approached, and lower in pitch, as it went away.
The aircraft didn't stay around. I assumed that it wasn't
one of those aircraft from yesterday. I heard one of the
kids stir and pass gas, but other than that, the aircraft
didn't bother them.
It began to get lighter and lighter from the sun rising in
the East. General noise, from the direction of the city,
began to filter across the barren land to the shop building.
"Hey Ryan! Wake up!" said Jason. "It's morning."
"Huhzzz..wha..UH!"
"C'omn, sleepy head," Jason prodded again.
"Uh, yeah g'mornin, Jase," Ryan said.
I could tell that Ryan was still groggy. Even with a
sleeping bag, the hard floor of the shop, must have stressed
him. There were the sounds of general stretching and yawns
from both of the boys. I wished they would stop. It was
making me yawn and wish for sleep. I felt it was going to
be a long day behind this tarp.
I had a startling realization. What was I going to do for
food? There were the other body functions I had to worry
about also. Eventually, I would have to make this a team
effort. I would have to confront Ryan and Jason. We would
be on the "lam" together. I would need to go into the city
for daily body functions, at least. I got the feeling,
though, that it wouldn't be too wise in daylight.
"What do we have for food, Jase?" Ryan said.
I heard Jason rummage in a gym bag. In a few minutes he
said,
"How bout this?"
I didn't know what "this" was, but apparently, both boys
enjoyed it. I could hear the sound of a paper material
being balled up in mere seconds of the question, "how bout
this?" The next thing I knew, something hit the tarp with a
thud. I must have jumped a foot. Damn it. One of the kids
must have thrown the paper material at the tarp between me
and them. I must not have made any noise, because they went
on to chat and joke with one another.
It was August. It didn't matter if it was 1990 or 2090.
This was Richmond, Va., East Coast, U.S.A. It was about 90
Degrees Fahrenheit, and just about as much humidity, before
10:00 A.M. It was getting hot under this tarp. I didn't
dare move and scare the kids, but I did manage to unbutton
my shirt.
"Say, Jase?" Ryan said. "What say we go swimming in the
water back there?"
"I guess we need a bath after last night, huh Ryan?" Jason
retorted.
"Yeah, My hands are all messy from that sandwich. Besides I
feel sticky all over," said Ryan.
"Last one in is a twerp," Jason said.
I could hear the mad rush to get their clothes off and head
for the water. From my vantage point, I couldn't see this
happen, damn it, but I kept watch on the door they would
have to go through, to the water. I heard the smack of an
open hand on fatty tissue, as if one of the boys smacked the
other.
"HEY!...no fair," Jason said, laughing.
Ryan was laughing, too. He was the first boy to the door.
Ryan was naked. Not a stitch on. He had his back to me, so
all I could see was his little tight, white, un-tanned,
hiney. He open the door and ran out. Jason was right
behind him, naked too. Like a flash his cute, un-tanned,
bubbly butt, was out the door, and out of sight. I heard
two splashes in the water behind the building. A few
seconds later, I could hear the friendly exchange
of;
"Twerp, Twerp, Twerp...Not...Not...Not."
and then some splashing and horseplay. Well that's one
thing a hundred years hasn't changed, kids still play in
watering holes.
I ventured out from behind the tarp to get some "fresh" air.
I went over to a hole between the boards of the wall that
was facing the hole with the water. My front end rose to
attention, while I watched Ryan and Jason frolicking in the
cool clear water, naked.
I couldn't do anything about it now. I had things to do. I
went over to where the boy's clothes were. I picked their
underpants out of the pile and carried them back to the
platform. Then I continued to watch the boys play, until
they started up the bank and out of the water. I watched
them walk toward the shop. This time, the front of their
naked bodies was in full view. Both boys' major attributes
were swinging in the breeze. It wasn't much of a swing, the
cool water had shrunk them a little, but I could guess their
age more accurately, now. Both Ryan and Jason are twelve
years old. No doubt about it. Their testicles were still
close to their body and the penis was a cool inch and a
half, I guess. But, when warmed up, and relaxed, I guess
their attributes would be a normal four, or so inches and
their scrotum would hang just a little further out.
I watched the boys tug on their front ends and shake the
water out of their ears. Ryan pulled a few times on his
penis, and it began to stretch out and take shape. Jason
did the same. Both boys were natural. They had not been
circumcised. I wonder if that practice had stopped, or it
was coincidence? The boys turned and sat down on a small
grass patch on the edge of the water hole, and laid back,
face up, in the sun. They talked a few minutes, then
stood up and came towards the shop. I quickly jumped behind
the tarp, watched, and waited.
Jason was first through the door, then Ryan. As they got
out of my sight near their clothes, I counted the seconds to
when they would discover their underpants were missing.
One...Two...Three...Fou...
"Where are my underpants, Jason? What did you do with
them?" Ryan said.
"I don't know," Jason said.
"Well you were the last one out the door," Ryan said.
"If that's true, where are mine?" Said Jason.
I could just imagine both boys, naked as jaybirds, looking
at one another in disbelief. I wonder how long it would
take them to see the footprints in the dust that didn't
belong to them? How long would it take for them to put two
and two together and follow the dust trail to the platform?
Not long.
"Looking for these, boys?" I said, as the tarp was pulled
back from the platform.
Ryan and Jason allowed their mouth to open and gasp,
simultaneously. I was standing there, in front of two naked
boys holding their cute, white, Jockey style, underpants
that covered their cute un-tanned butts', in my hands.
Ryan and Jason quickly placed their hands over their
genitals from the shock of seeing me, fully clothed, in
front of them. I gave out a little laugh at that. They had
the chance to run, but where were they going, naked? They
didn't have time to go for their clothes and run out the
door. I would have blocked it. Naked Ryan and naked Jason
just stood there, looking at me. Ryan, with his blue-green
eyes, and Jason, with his bedroom black eyes, wide open in
the shock.
"Wh wh we didn't do anything, mister!" Exclaimed Jason,
looking around the building at its' condition of disrepair.
"We just went swimming in that water hole back there," Ryan
said, pointing with his head toward the hole.
"What are your names, guys?" I said, as if I didn't know.
"Jason," said Jason.
"Ryan," said Ryan. "What are you going to do to us?"
"Just relax, fellows'. It's ok, you're safe," I said.
"Which of these belong to whom?"
I held the underpants up, one pair in each hand.
"The one in your left hand is mine," Ryan said.
I stepped down off the platform and sat back down on it in
front of the boys.
"Ok, Ryan," I said. "Turn around and back up here to me.
Ryan hesitated, but did as he was told. I watched intently
as he turned and bared his little, cute hiney. He did not
know what to cover first. He brought both hands around to
try and cover his crevasse. Then he switched to cover his
front end. Next, he put one in front and one in back.
Modest little kid, isn't he? I had to laugh a little, to
myself about that.
"Relax Ryan," I said. "I'm not going to bite you. Drop
your hands to your side and step into your underpants."
Ryan backed up to about a foot away from my face. His cute
butt was just inches from my face. I almost kissed him
there. I pulled his underpants up and into place over his
pelvic area.
"Now you, Jason," I said.
Jason had not tried to cover his crevasse. In fact, he had
relaxed the hold he had on his genitals, and stood there
watching, intently, while I dressed Ryan. Jason backed up
toward me, and I put his underpants on him, as I did Ryan.
"Now, fellows'," I said, "get dressed. We need to talk."
I had them get dressed, because I wanted them to feel
relaxed around me. There would be other opportunities to be
naked, for all of us.
I watched them dash for their clothes and complete dressing.
Finally I broke the ice and told them my name.
"I'm Charles, by the way. I own this building. I just
wanted to look at the damage to it, that I had heard about."
I actually lied a little, but so what, for the moment?
"Honest mister, we weren't doing anything," said Jason. "We
didn't do all that."
Jason pointed to the paint on the glass in the door, and the
holes in the weather board.
"I didn't think you did," I said, "but you were here. Lucky
for you, that this is old damage. How old are you two?"
"We both just turned twelve," Jason said.
Twelve. I was correct in my judgement of their age. How
bout dat?
"Where did you come from?" Ryan said. "We didn't see
anybody."
"I came in while you two were swimming," I lied. "When I
heard you coming in, I ducked behind this tarp, pointing at
it. And you? Do your parents know you are playing in a
safety hazard?"
There was a look of mistrust on the boys' faces. I didn't
know if I was going to get a lie, or what. They looked at
one another, and then back at me.
"Look, boys," I began, "I'm not going to march you back to
them. I was a kid once. I know what it is to explore new
things and skinnydip in the old watering hole."
I started to say more, but I was interrupted by Jason.
"You look funny," he said. "I...I mean, your clothes. They
don't look like TRAC clothes."
"TRAC?"
"Trace Recovery And Control," Ryan said.
"Bbu..but, they're so old," Jason said. "You're not from
here. Are you?"
"No," I lied, "I'm from Petersburg."
Now the kids were getting smart with me. They wanted to
know how I got over to the shop, and where my vehicle was,
on and on. I made up as much as I could. I think I made
them more suspicious, because I used terms to describe
streets and buildings, they hadn't heard.
Ryan turned to whisper something in Jason's ear. I couldn't
hear much, but I did hear the word "marker".
Can we see your arms, Charles?" Jason said.
Both boys came over to me, grabbed my arms and turned them
outward, to look at my wrists'.
"Hey Jase, no marker."
"None on this side either, Ryan."
I pulled my arms away from them, and stood my ground.
"It is I, that should be looking at you, trespassing on my
property. What the hell are you looking at on my arm?"
Ryan turned his arms outward and pointed to his left wrist.
There was a metallic-looking tag, surgically implanted in
Ryan's wrist. Jason had one also. The tag had a series of
lines on it, similar to the bar codes on packages, etc.
"How did you do that?" Jason said.
"Do what?" I said.
"Get rid of your I.D.," said Ryan pointing to his arm.
"I never had one like that," I said.
"Everybody has one," Jason said. "You can't go anywhere or
do anything, without an I.D."
Ryan chimed in with,
"They can find you, anytime they want to you."
"Who is they?" I said.
"TRAC," both boys said in unison.
I thought a minute. Why hadn't these kids been caught yet.
I'll have to ask.
"Well, if that's true," I said, I don't see them looking for
you, if "they" are so much in control."
I knew that these kids were on the run. Something told me
that they knew more than they are telling me. I let them
know that also. So, when they finally leveled with me, I
volunteered my service to them. I still did not tell them I
was from another time....Yes, I was untruthful on purpose,
temporarily. I guess the kids didn't have the need to know,
yet.
Ryan and Jason were running away from the system, it seemed.
They had been placed in a special school/orphanage when they
were eight years old. Their father parent had been arrested
for some reason, and taken away. They hadn't seen him
since. The I.D. in their wrist, had been done at birth. At
the beginning of 2025, every person in the country was
identified by a special digital code. Computers were
utilized to keep track of everyone. All goods and services
were monitored by use of the I.D. number. There was no
monetary system, as I knew it. It was a universal
credit/debit card type of system. The scanning devices
connected to the computers, detected your every move.
"How about your mother," I said. "Where is she?"
They both looked at each other and back at me, saying in
unison,
"Mother?"
I didn't know if they were trying to mess with my mind, or
not, but it certainly was a strange response. I let it
slide for the moment, and continued on with the questions.
"How is it you haven't been detected?" I asked.
"It must have been that day we almost got struck by
lightning," Ryan said. "Ever since then, we have been
watched more closely."
"Yeah," Jason said. "Our number didn't register, our
teachers were reporting us absent, and we were sitting there
in front of him. Now they know we're missing, and they want
us back."
"Why?" I asked.
Both boys got quiet. Something shook them up. These kids
were like me, in a way. I would always see how much I could
get by with, so as to confuse the adults.
"Does it have something to do with the orphanage?" I asked.
"Are you being mistreated?"
Something wasn't right. I needed to get into town and look
around. From the look on their faces, Ryan and Jason had
hinted that conditions at the orphanage were not the best.
The fatherly love for my fellow "man" took control of my
mind. It was now necessary to right the wrongs'.
"Look kids, I want to help you two," I said. "Where is the
orphanage? Who runs it? I'll go and talk to them."
"NO! You can't do that, Charles," Jason said. They will get
you. I mean, your clothes, they're so different...and."
"And what?" I said.
"...and they will hurt others' to get the truth out of you,"
said Ryan.
Sound like mean people to me. I felt as if the boys were
telling me a story from experience.
"Ok, then. How about I wait until dark, then take a look
for myself?"
"It would better your chances," said Ryan.
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Ryan and Jason were crafty little buggers. They acted as if
they had been on the run for years. Ryan suggested that he
go into town and find a set of clothes that will fit me.
"What size things do you wear?" Jason said.
I listed off the measurements and Ryan made mental notes.
>From then on, it was just small talk. We talked about
general things, including as much about their family, they
could remember, friends, and the games they played, thoughts
about girls, etc. I wanted to get to know them better. An
old friend of mine once said, that you learn more with the
top half of your face open, and the bottom half, shut. I
think he was correct. Ryan and Jason told me their life
history, as if they had known me a long time. But, they
eluded the girl subject. I was beginning to wonder if
any were around.
I had located my old sleeping bag, still stuck in the
rafters above the door. It would be dry rotted by now, I
would have thought after a hundred years, but the synthetic
material it was made of, kept it together. Since I had been
up most of the night, I flattened the old bag out on the
floor of the platform and stretched out for a nap. I
watched the kids do the same. We needed rest for the
night's activities.
When I woke up a few hours later, it was almost dark. A
beautiful, golden, yellow moon had just started to rise in
the East. Ryan was not in the shop, Jason was still lying
on the floor on top of his sleeping bag. I sat up to wipe
the sleep out of my eyes, and focus. I had to pee again, so
I got up to take care of that chore. I came back into the
shop, walked over to Jason, and gently shook him.
"Jason, friend," I said, "wake up."
I could just barely see his eyes, there in the shadows.
They were open wide. He let out a gasp of surprise and
jumped. I felt bad about touching him. I'm sure that
frightened him a little. I should have just shaken his
sleeping bag, rather than touch him. I'll know next time.
"It's ok, friend," I said. "It's just me, Charles. Take it
easy."
I pulled his shoulders up to me and hugged him tightly.
Jason Immediately relaxed.
"Where's Ryan?" Jason said.
"I don't know," I said. "He wasn't here when I woke up. Do
you suppose he went into town?"
By himself, too. I'll have to instill the theory of
togetherness in the boys.
"Yeah, I guess," Jason said.
I rubbed his back, while continuing to hold him. He had
gotten over the initial shock of me touching him. I let him
go and stood up to look around. Jason stood up and latched
onto my arm. I took my arm and put it around his shoulder,
and held him close. My hand slipped down to his little
butt, and patted it. My middle finger resting along his
crevasse. Even through his clothes, his butt felt firm,
with a deep crevasse.
"Are you ok, friend?" I said.
"Uh huh," Jason said.
Jason was feeling alone without his friend, Ryan. He needed
to hold onto me. I didn't mind. It made me think long and
hard. I had to level with the kids, as to where I came
from. The timing was not right, but just the love from
Jason, made me start to think, anyway. I replaced my hand
on his shoulder and pulled him against me. Jason placed his
hand around my waist. We walked outside in the moonlight as
one, and looked around the building in the fresh air. I
couldn't see much in the dark on the other side of the shop,
but I made the best of the moment, holding my new-found
friend, Jason. Don't get me wrong, now. I have the
same feeling for Ryan, it's just that he's not here, and
Jason is so alone. Speaking of that, I'm beginning to worry
about the little bugger. Where is Ryan?
Jason and I went back into the shop. I walked over to my
platform and had him step up on it. I remained on the floor
of the shop. A trickle of moonlight shown through the open
door onto Jason's angelic face. The difference in height
between the platform and the shop floor, put his face equal
to mine. I looked into his coal black eyes, trying to see
what was going on beyond them. I hugged Jason to me. One
hand was resting on his butt, the other, was at the back of
his head. Our lips met. I kissed him hard. Jason threw
his arms around me to pull us together, even closer.
I inched my tongue through my lips and touched his. He
opened his mouth slightly to let me enter his oral cavity.
When our tongue's touched, I could feel my penis getting
extra hard. There was a stir in Jason's pelvic area. His
little, uncut, hard penis was pressing against my abdomen.
I wanted to rip our respective clothes off and lie down in
my sleeping bag with Jason. I wanted Jason to fuck me. I
wanted to lay my ultra hard penis deep inside Jason's
crevasse so he could relieve me of my Life Force, that was
about to erupt at any minute. I wanted to relieve him of
his Life Force, in return.
Out of respect for Ryan, I didn't do any of those things.
Our respective chance, for that sort of thing, would come up
soon enough. The most important problem now, was the fact
that Ryan had not returned.
I pulled my tongue back into my mouth and broke the
trance-like, passionate kiss with Jason. I know what had
been going through my mind, but what had been going through
this poor, love starved, child's mind? I kissed him on the
neck and released my hold on him, saying,
"We ought to go look for Ryan. Do you know where he might
be?"
About that time, I heard the sound of an owl. Owl? Where
would an owl come from, here in this barren land?
"There he is, now," Jason said.
Jason went over to the door and returned a similar sound
towards the open field. I caught a glint of white from
Ryan's uniform in the moonlight, and he was in the doorway
the next second. Jason and I let out a big sigh of relief.
Ryan was holding a bundle of clothing, Jason brought one of
the lamps over. The clothes were silver in color.
"Here are your clothes to wear in town, Charles," said Ryan.
G-Damn. Another reflective color, silver. Doesn't anybody
wear black around here? Geese.. "they" don't want anybody to
hide, do "they"?
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The clothes were designed similar to the clothes Ryan and
Jason had on, except silver in color. There were boots to
match. All I needed was a skull cap, and I would look like
something out of the "Buck Rogers" movies of long ago.
The boys could see the wheels turning in my head. So Jason
began to tell me the symbolism behind the silver clothes.
"The silver shows the scanners that you are a teacher. Our
white tells them we are students. This way, you won't give
them a reason to look for your number if they see us with
you."
Jason continued, on and on, about the system, the colors,
the numbers, etc. I still didn't understand any of it, but
he reminded me of the number. Apparently, it is important.
"Speaking of number," I said, "how do I get by without
one?.
"Oh," Ryan said, "I've got one right here."
Ryan pulled a metallic-looking strip of plastic out of a
black plastic bag he was holding. The strip was clear, but
it had the same series of lines that the kids had on their
wrist.
"Hold out your left arm," Ryan said.
He took the plastic strip and pulled a type of backing off
of it. Jason brought one of the lanterns over and snapped
it on, bathing my arm in an eerie fluorescent light.
"This may hurt a little," Ryan said approaching my
outstretched arm, but it won't hurt long.
AAAUUUGGGGG! Jesus! It hurt like shit. I let Ryan know
too. The strip had some kind of acid on it. When it came
in contact with my skin. I was so shocked, that I didn't
attempt to rip it off. I was disoriented, briefly. The
pain, the pain, oh shit, the pain.
After the pain subsided, I looked down at my left wrist.
There, secured flush with the first layer of skin, was "my
number", just like Ryan's and Jason's.
"Hurt a little?" I said. "You little twerp."
Both boys laughed at my use of the word twerp. I realized
the situation. Everything was necessary, even some pain. I
smoothed it over in such a way that Ryan and Jason knew I
really wasn't angry. Jason had another lined strip of thin
material the same color as the uniform in his hand. He took
the silver colored uniform and placed the lined strip of
material across the left shoulder directly over the original
stripes. These stripes matched those in my wrist. The moon
was brighter and higher in the sky, and full. I guessed it
to be close to midnight. I asked the boys if there was
anything we could accomplish tonight. If what they were
saying was true, the "establishment" would have some kind of
curfew or restrictions. Some one out at this time of night,
better have a good reason.
"What next, my friends," I said.
Ryan pulled two containers from within the bundle of clothes
and opened it.
"Here, you must be a little hungry," he said.
That was an understatement. I looked at the contents of the
container. It had individually wrapped items in the shape
of a sandwich and some candy bars. Yes candy bars. To be
exact, chocolate candy bars, with a brand name of Mars.
Mars candy bars, still here after all these years. The
other container was aluminum-looking, and contained some
nondescript soda.
"Where did this number strip come from?" I said pointing to
my arm.
"The birthing room in the dispensary, now has one out of
sequence," Ryan said.
"Birthing room?" I thought to myself "What the hell?"
"You mean it is an un-registered number...It's just as
dangerous as your's. The scanners go nuts when they scan
you, and now I have a number that hasn't been issued yet.
Hmmmm, that's going to keep em busy for a while."
We all chuckled at the situation.
"You haven't told me everything. Who should I see in town?"
I said. "Who is the enemy and who are our friends?"
"We will," Ryan said. "Eat first and we'll talk."
I suggested that Jason save the power source in his lantern
and pulled up a cinder block close to the door, sat down and
ate while illuminated by the beam of the high full moon.
After I ate, Jason closed the door, turned on the light
again, and both boys helped me into my new clothes. It felt
strange, because it was one piece. There was some kind of
fastening device on one side, from the left foot up to the
left arm cuff. Once you stepped in, the fastener was closed
and the whole uniform appeared seamless. It fit a little
snug to my liking, but the boots were perfect. I guess some
poor slob in town is naked right now.
"Do you think we should attempt anything tonight, boys?" I
said.
Jason spoke up first.
"We should get some rest and plan it out in the morning.
Then we can go out in the evening."
I thought this was a waste of time myself, but I enjoyed
looking at, and being around the boys. It didn't suit my
purpose to stay in the old work shed. I wouldn't learn
anything about 2090 A.D. However, the boys seem to have a
problem, and their safety is primary. If we had to stay
here a few hours more, so be it.
My platform was twenty feet in diameter. The control
console was along one edge. All power was off and no sound
could be heard for the electronics. I straightened my
sleeping bag out on the floor of the platform. There was
enough room for the two boys to put their's down here, also.
It was about ten inches off the cold, hard, cement floor. I
suggested this to the kids.
"Come on, guys. The floor of this thing has to be better
than that cement."
It took about two seconds for me to hear the boys scrambling
to get their sleeping bags and bring them over the platform.
Ryan placed his to the right of mine, and Jason put his on
the left. It was time for sleep, so I un-fastened the
uniform, stepped out of it, laid it over the rail around the
platform, got into the sleeping bag, with just my underpants
on. The boys emulated me and gave me a chance to see them
almost naked, again. Jason turned out the light, and we all
settled into peaceful sleep.
Something woke me a few hours later. The moon had gone back
around the other side of the work shed and was shining
through one of the cracks in the siding. It must have been
about three in the morning. Whatever it was, must not have
been much, because I subconsciously said "the hell with
it,"and got comfortable again. Jason had scooted his
sleeping bag over close to me during the night. I reached
over and ran my fingers through his hair. He stirred a
little and let out a sigh. I looked over at Ryan in the
darkness, breathing lightly, his hair illuminated by a
sliver of moonlight making its way through an opening in the
siding. I noticed his sleeping bag was not closed
completely. I wanted to reach out and touch the boy, give
him a reassuring squeeze, show him that everything was going
to be ok, and so the decision was made. I reached out my
right arm and slid my hand beneath the top part of Ryan's
sleeping bag. My hand touched his and I placed my palm
around his. Ryan had been tense, but the gentle squeeze
relaxed him.
With my little finger, I detected the elastic band of his
underpants. I released the grip on his hand and gently made
my way beneath the waist band. Ryan was on his back. I
could not feel the mound of flesh that would indicate his
cute, little, hiney. Instead, I found his little shaft of
pleasure. I put Ryan's little penis between my thumb and the
other four fingers of my hand. I felt it's length and
breadth, touching all of his four, in the natural state,
hairless, inches. Damn. Think what this lad would be, if
he were hard. He could be a holy terror with somebody in
bed. I didn't want to wake him up, so I quit playing. I
just folded his shaft down and around into the palm of
my hand and rested it there in his crotch, covering the
entire penis and scrotum. Ryan had not moved and I returned
to my sleep state. My left hand still on Jason's head and
my right, clutching Ryan's front end.
A few hours later, I was awakened, again. It was daylight.
Ryan's soft little penis had hardened into a slender stiff
shaft, gently pushing my hand away from its' resting spot.
I felt Ryan stir a little, so I removed my hand from his
private area. Hardly a minute had gone by, when Ryan got
out of his sleeping bag and made his way to the door. I
heard the door open. Ryan went outside in his underwear
then a few seconds later, I heard the unmistakable sound of
pee hitting against the rocks behind the building. Stick
with me, dear, sweet, Ryan. You will find out, that you can
do more with your hard, little, penis, than pee through it.
By twelve, you probably already know, but I am here now, to
help you expand your horizons.
"A QUESTION OF TIME"
CONTINUED
CHAPTERS 7-9
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I must have drifted off to sleep again, because I didn't
hear Ryan come back to the platform. I awoke again, sticky
with perspiration. It was getting hot from the sun beating
down on the old shed. There was no air flow, either. The
sleeping bags were for comfort at night, but not in the hot
daytime. I looked over at each of the boys to see if they
were up. Jason had turned over facing me, and Ryan was
still lying on his back. Both were still asleep. I turned
over on my left side and scooted close to Jason and kissed
him on the forehead.
"Wake up, my friend," I said. "It's getting hot. We need
to circulate."
Jason's hair was wet from perspiration. He opened his
beautiful, dark eyes and looked straight at me, not saying a
word. He just pulled the top of the sleeping bag back and
yawned. Within a few minutes, he slithered out of the bag
and stood up. I got a glance of his little boy shaft
pushing its' way out of the opening of Jason's underpants.
He turned and ran toward the door. Seconds later, I heard
the familiar sound of pee on the rock. It is psychological,
that when hearing the sound, one "has to go", himself?
Well, I looked at my own situation and realized that it
wasn't psychological at all. I got up, went outside and
joined Jason in his quest. Afterwards, we finally spoke to
one another, and went back inside to awaken Ryan. I enjoyed
the brief time outside this morning. It was reminiscent of
the times I watched (helped) my little brother as he was
learning to stand and pee in the potty like a man. He was
too short for the real thing. I would have to set him on
that, when his potty wasn't available, and maneuver his
little penis down so he wouldn't spray me. Anyway, I didn't
have to help Jason, but it was fun to reflect.
Jason and I went back into the work shed and walked over to
the platform. Ryan was stirring and opening his eyes.
"Good morning, sleepy head," I said.
Ryan smiled, stretched, and yawned.
I sat down on the platform next to Ryan. He folded the top
cover of the sleeping bag back and unfolded himself out of
it, then sat down next to me. Jason sat down, too, putting
me between Ryan and himself. Both boys put their arms
around me and hugged me tightly. We sat there, not saying a
word for a few minutes. Then Ryan nervously said,
"I'm glad you're here and want to help us."
A thousand things went through my mind. I was concerned
about the security of this work shed. What if it were in
the plans to do something with this land and start wrecking
the building? Suppose "they" come back looking for the kids
again? Certainly there must be people in the tall buildings,
looking out the windows in this direction. Could they spot
two small boys and one grown man outside, peeing on a rock?
I hugged the kids closer to me and held them before saying
anything. I needed to tell them where I really came from.
The time wasn't quite right.
"What else do you have in your bag of tricks, Ryan," I said.
"Any breakfast?"
"I've got more sandwiches and drinks for all of us," he
said.
"Good," I said. "I think I will go wash off in that water
hole and nibble on some of that food. I think we need to
plan our excursion into the town today and go for it
tonight. How's that sound?"
"Sounds good to me," said Jason.
"Me too," Ryan said.
Both of the boys jumped down and quickly removed their
underpants. I guess I was the "twerp". I was the slow one.
These guys weren't shy about anything. They both turned
toward me and waited for me to follow suit. I slid my
underpants off to the floor and stepped out of them. My
penis was not hard, but flopping in the breeze. Ryan and
Jason stared at me, with their eyes tilted low, looking at
my attributes. I had pubic hair and they didn't. I can't
believe they hadn't seen a naked man before.
"Something wrong, boys?" I said.
"No," Ryan said. "I didn't know hair grew there."
"Well it does," I said. "It's just a part of growing up.
It happens to all of us guys. I'd shave it off if it
bothers you, but I don't have a razor."
"No, no, don't do that," Jason said. "Let's go swimming.
Naked Jason, naked Ryan, and naked me, went out the door,
arm in arm, and headed for the water hole. When I got to
water's edge, my penis had risen to attention. It was
sticking out about sixty degrees, and rock solid.
"Is that a part of growing up too, Charles?" Jason said
pointing to my erection.
More than you'll ever know, my friend, I thought to myself.
More than you'll ever know.
I just answered with a big smile. I think they were teasing
me a little. Certainly, I know they are aware, that their
little penis gets hard from time to time. Anyway, I dove in
the water ahead of them, and had time to position myself, so
as to see naked Jason and naked Ryan, join me.
The water was cool, under the surface. Although the hot
August sun had been shining on it. There must be a flow
somewhere. The water didn't seem to be stagnate. A vein of
water must be feeding from underground via the old Reedy
creek of 1990. I strained against the weight of the water
and swam the length of the water hole. I hadn't exercised
like that for a while, so I enjoyed the invigorating quality
of it, such as it was. My hard penis softened while I drew
my attention to other things around me, but I was aware that
it was up and down like a yo-yo, hoping maybe, that the
naked boys were aware too.
Jason and Ryan frolicked in the water, splashing and diving
under water. They would seek me out and dive under water
toward me, then come up and splash water at me, teasing. I
would revert back to my childhood and retaliate. I was able
to playfully fend them off for a little while, but they kept
at it with more energy than I had. Damn, what a work out.
Finally, I got an advantage over Ryan, and lifted him over
my head like a T.V. wrestler would do. One hand lifting him
by the crotch and the other on his neck.
Ryan was thrashing around to get free, laughing the whole
time. I did not have a tight hold in the crotch area,
because I didn't want to hurt the merchandise. I finally
threw him a few feet back into the water and looked straight
at Jason and said,
"OK..Who's next?"
Jason playfully splashed water at me and tried to get away.
I overpowered him and crotch lifted him as I did Ryan. Ryan
had recovered and maneuvered himself behind me. He shoved
me in the back, causing me to loose my balance, and throw
Jason into the water.
"Enough," I said laughing at these two munchkins.
"Whew...I'm beat. Thanks kids, I enjoyed that."
I put my arms around their shoulders and hugged them close
to me. Suddenly I hear the sound similar to the one I heard
when "they" were after the kids.
"Duck!"
The three of us quickly took deep breaths and flattened
ourselves against the bottom of the water hole. I could
hear and feel the vibrations from the air-type craft above.
It was close to the ground, maybe just over the water hole,
and remained there for what seemed like an eternity under
the water, but then the vibrations appeared weaker and
weaker, and I couldn't hear them anymore. I nudged the two
boys to go up for air with me. It seemed, at this point,
that we should concern ourselves with a little more
security.
"Whew, that was close," Jason said.
Ryan had the most frighten look on his face, that I have
ever seen on a boy. I hugged the boys close to me, kissed
each one on the forehead and said,
"Yeah, don't I know it.
The three of us, naked as Jay birds in the hot August sun,
got out of the water and retreated for the comfort and
security of the work shed.
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I had no idea what day it was. I had not checked the
computer since I arrived in 2090. I do know it was dark, so
another day would be on the rise soon. After our swim,
Jason, Ryan, and I, sat around on the platform and talked
more about their life, how thing changed, the money system,
how food was produced, were there farms still, etc, etc.
Every bit of history I could learn, would benefit me while I
stayed in 2090 A.D. We had nothing to dry ourselves with,
so we remain naked practically all day in the hot shed.
>From time to time, one of us would drift off to dream land.
It was dark now. I needed to find out what was going on in
the city at the orphanage. All I had was Ryan's word for
it, that it was a bad situation. I pushed the switch on
Jason's lamp and found my underpants. Then I put on the
clothes Ryan had brought back. It felt strange to put them
on, since I had been naked all day. I looked around at the
two, beautiful, naked, kids and thought to myself, "such a
shame to get them dressed too."
"Ok, boys," I said. "I guess we should get dressed and go
into town. We can't stay here the rest of our lives. Come,
Ryan, let me help you. Jason, you're next."
Ryan didn't need any help getting dressed, but he came over
to me and leaned up against me, waiting. I hugged him close
to me and kissed him, rubbing his little hiney in a
reassuring gesture. I reached down for his underpants and
put them on him, and kissed him again. Then I found his
clothing and helped him into it. Ryan pulled away and got
his shoes to put them on.
"Next!" I said.
Jason replaced Ryan in my arms. I kissed him too, while
dressing him and giving him reassuring rubs on his little
butt.
The moon had been rising later and later every night since
I've been here, so I wanted to get into town under the cover
of darkness.
"Are we ready, boys," I said turning the light switch off.
Both boys unanimously agreed, and so we were off.
"Where to?"
"This way," Ryan said pointing East.
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We headed out the door, closing it behind us and turned left
down an incline in the open field. This led to a big cement
spillway covered over with dirt. Ryan led the way with
confidence. It was dark and damp. In my time, it had been
the flood control spillway for the creek. We followed along
the wall to the opposite end which opened into the back of
Jason and Ryan's school. There was a walkway up a hill,
then a level spot. At the edge of the level spot there was
a casement window partially open. Ryan put his hand through
the partially open slot and turned a crank that opened the
window further. He went through the opening and motioned
for us to follow. The reflection from a security light had
allowed us to guide our way. I was surprised that there
wasn't some form of infrared or video detection devices
around the back of the building. As paranoid as "they"
were, (or so it seemed) one would think that the entire
perimeter would be covered. How did "they" miss this?
Ryan closed the window again, and said,
"Hold my hand."
I reached out in the direction of Ryan's voice and he placed
his small hand in mine. I felt a gentle tug and followed
him in the dark.
"BONK!"
"Oh...SHIT!...Oh, Oh, Oh, Shit!" I exclaimed when I hit my
head on a low beam of something. "You two short shits'
remember I'm a lot bigger than you. Please. Thank you."
Shuddering the whole time, trying to shake off the shock.
Damn, that hurt. Jason was doing the tee-hee bit,
whispering to keep his voice down. So was Ryan, but I got
over my anger quickly. We needed to proceed. I stooped
over and lowered my head down to Ryan's shoulder height. It
was a little awkward for a while, but then Ryan informed me
later, that I could stand up now, because we were in an area
that had a higher overhead.
I looked around and could see light coming from above,
through vents of some kind. I could hear voices. Angry
voices. Adult male type people yelling at someone. I
couldn't tell exactly what was going on, but there were some
unhappy young voices there, too.
"Please!" A young voice was heard saying. "I didn't do
it."
"We have you on disk," an angry adult said. "You were in
that dispensary. You took those I.D. strips."
"NO, DON'T!" From the young voice.
I heard a loud crack, and then a yell from the young person.
Fire flew in me. I sought a shaft of light between the
vents and the floor. I positioned my eye to look through
the crack in the wall panel. Afterward, I wanted to burst
through and stop the madness. Jason and Ryan held me back.
The room on the other side of the wall, appeared to be some
sort of multi-purpose room. It had a shiny floor and
bleacher type seating arrangement at one end, and regular
seats at the other end, with a stage. A young man was bent
over a small table in the middle of the shiny floor. Two
adults were holding him down by his wrists', and "they" had
striped him of his dignity. A third person was out of view,
all I could see was a coiled up bullwhip.
The young man was standing there in his underpants in front
of his peers, being beaten with the bullwhip. There were
black and blue marks all over his little body. He appeared
to be a little younger than Jason and Ryan, but he was a
trooper for taking it like he did. There was another angry
exchange of words and then another "CRACK".
"God....NO! Stop!" I said.
Thank goodness there was so much noise in the room, that no
one heard me.
"Ryan," I said. "Look through here. Do you know that boy?"
"Yeah," Ryan said. "That's Shaun. He lives in the same
dorm Jase and I stay, or stayed."
"Where is this leading?" I said, pointing in the forward
direction.
"The end is down another thirty or so feet," Jason said.
"It comes out under the stage."
"Take him to his dorm," I heard an adult say. "Let this
serve as a lesson to you all. One of you took my uniform,
and I will find out which one of you little suckers did it.
And if any of you know where Jason and Ryan are, you had
better confess."
I laughed to myself at that one, thinking, "Look behind the
wall, bitch. Missing an uniform, are we? Who took that
uniform? Or, better yet, who has it now?"
The kids on the bleachers were dismissed and sent back to
their dorms. The room got quiet and someone turned out the
lights. Ryan prodded me, indicating for me to move along to
the end of the passage.
We came to a vent that Jason and Ryan had worked loose.
Jason removed it and crawled through the open area. I got
down on all fours, and crawled through. Ryan followed. I
was in another area about thirty by thirty feet square and
about four feet high. Some old folding chairs were stacked
about. To the left, were two large metal vent-type
fixtures. I recognized this. We were under the stage. It
was a storage area for extra seating, I guess.
Before proceeding, I stopped and got the game plan together.
Were there sensors in this room that would pick us up?
Which way did we want to go? What's the mission?
The game plan was strictly an observational one. We were
going to get the lay of the land, so to speak. All the
sensors were mostly perimeter types, but there were some
hall sensors in key areas. Hmmm, this generation must have
lost a few translations. I would have had sensors all over
the place if I was as paranoid as they seem. We needed to
get back to the old work building and plan the strategy, but
first things first. Get familiar with the floor plan. I
had another thing in mind. I wanted to get into the
dispensary to find some body lotion, then find Shaun's at
his dorm, and soothe his little hurting body. I wanted to
let him know that everything would be ok.
"Where is the dispensary?" I said to Jason. "Can we get to
Shaun's dorm from here?"
"Out the door and turn left, if you want to get blasted with
the stun beams," Ryan said. "But, we can double back down
the passage and come in another way. Shaun's dorm is
attached to this building."
I don't know exactly what was bothering me about this
building. Something seemed strangely familiar. Like
something from the past. The smell of the beam I hit my head
on, the grates under the stage, the ancient look of the
folding chairs. The site of this building appears to be
that of my old elementary school in the late 1940's to mid
1950's. No. It couldn't be. That building was built in
1936. Certainly it would have been torn down by 2090.
Oh the hell with it. I had more things on my mind to worry
about.
Jason, Ryan and I, doubled back to the dispensary and
entered through a closet. There was enough light from the
hall filtering through the window in its' door, for me to
navigate around and find some body lotion, or equivalent.
Finding that, we went back into the passageway, following
along for another few feet. We came to the base of a set of
stairs.
"Up these stairs," Jason said. "Shaun dorm is the first
door on the left. We need to look for the hall sensor. If
the little red light is on, it's looking your way. We have
to be quick."
"I'll need one of you to go with me," I said. "Shaun
doesn't know me from Adam. He knows you two. I don't want
to scare him any more than he is."
Ryan elected himself to go with me. We slipped out from the
"hidden" passageway and made a bee line up the stairs,
crouching down to watch for the sensor light. The red light
was on, in our direction, and then off. On, and then off.
I watched the cycle a few more times, then completed the
journey to the top of the stairs. Ryan quickly flattened
himself against a wall, pulling me with him. We just barely
escaped being detected by a stun beam. SHIT, I don't know
what a stun beam felt like, but I've had enough RF burns and
DC shocks in my lifetime, that I didn't want to find out.
Ryan darted out into the hall and through the dorm door as
soon as the red light went out to search in the other
direction. I was right behind him. We closed the door just
in time to see a red beam of light go across the threshold.
It wasn't hard to find Shaun in the semi-darkness. His
captors had been thoughtful enough to install night light
around. But the most revealing thing was, that he had
broken down and was crying from the pain and humiliation.
The sound led us directly to him. Ryan walked over and got
his attention.
"Shaun...Shaun," he said, pointing to me. "This is my
friend Charles. He's here to help us. When the time is
right, everything will be ok."
I reached out and touched him on the head, stroking his
hair.
"Glad to meet you, my friend," I said in a soft voice. Let
me soothe those licks from the whip."
I could see in the dim light, his sweet angelic face change,
from one of sadness, to one of relief.
"Remain face down and let me take these off," I said
reaching for his underpants.
I got no opposition. I pulled Shaun's underpants down and
off his body. By this time, I could hear Shaun's roommates
stir around, watching me. Ryan explained to them the
situation. Shaun was not shy about being butt naked in
front of others. Apparently, nakedness was not a problem to
people here in 2090. Very interesting...Hmmm.
Shaun's skin texture was like velvet. The body lotion went
on smoothly. I lightly touched the whelps left by the whip.
The lotion eased the pain and Shaun began to relax even
more. I rubbed his entire back, from the back of his neck,
down to his little butt, into the crevasse, out and down the
back of Shaun's legs. Shaun let out a weak "thank you and
closed his eyes. I retrieved the top sheet and blanket from
the end of the bed and placed it over him. Jason left a few
more words of encouragement with Shaun. As I turned to go
back to the work shed, I saw nine more little bodies
standing in the weak night light. Each one had a smiling
face, looking up at me.
"Thanks Charles," each kid said in turn.
In typical Hollywood style, I said,
"I'll be back."
Ryan, Jason, and I, retreated back through the walls back to
the old work shed to get some rest and plan our strategy.
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"A QUESTION OF TIME"
CONTINUTED
CHAPTERS 10-12
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"Boys'," I said. "There is something I must tell you about
myself. I am not from Petersburg as I told you a few days
ago."
The boys' looked at me with distrust. For all they knew, I
was a plant. I had been sent to capture them. They looked
very concerned. I asked them to calm down while I finished
my story. Then I told them the truth. I told them all about
Nikola Tesla, Jimmy Anderson, and everything leading up to
me being here in 2090.
Jason and Ryan had no real idea of the concept, but all of
us were thankful for the situation. It was their concern
for their lives, and my concern for the future of this
planet, that brought us together. Now that I was here,
their lives were my concern too.
I asked the kids a million questions. Are the sensors and
scanners controlled from a central location? How does one
get from here to there? Is there public transportation? Is
there such a thing as a library? Where can I get
explosives? I went on, and on. I had to get all the facts.
I wanted to destroy the complex, free the political
hostages, and cause utter confusion among the ruling people.
That would give the enslaved people Jason and Ryan were
telling me about, a chance to wake up and take back their
future.
I had come to the conclusion, that something was lost in the
translation from 1990 to 2090. I could see the general
trend in my time. Kids were getting out of high school
without knowing how to even make change. They had no idea
of their history. In fact school textbooks were written
with no basis of proof, that tried to re-write history. We,
as a civilization, were loosing it. The citizens of this
time, had built a system to perpetuate their paranoia.
Nobody thought any more. It seemed that all the basic
beliefs and ideas had disappeared. The people of this time
were nothing more than castrated robots, chained to modern
technology, computers, lasers, and the like. Thank goodness
Jason and Ryan were different. So were their friends. The
molding process had not worked on them, yet.
I was dirty from crawling along between the walls of the
school/dorm building. I needed to wash up somehow....The
water hole. There was light from the not so full moon now,
and it was a little cloudy. I stood up and removed my
clothes and headed outside. The water was still warm from
the heat of the day. I swam around a few times, sometimes
ducking my head and swimming under water. I was really
getting into the exercise. I heard two splashes in the
water. I stopped and turned around. There, in the
darkness, was Jason and Ryan coming towards me. Both boys
clung to me and confided in me that before now, they had
some doubt about me. I had gained their confidence for sure
now, and I wasn't going to do anything to destroy that
relationship.
We all got out of the water after a few minutes, dried
ourselves off in the night air, and went back into the
shed. My underwear was getting a little gamy, so I didn't
get dressed again. I just got into my sleeping bag. Jason
and Ryan's underwear had to be in the same shape, so I
suggested that they follow my lead and get some sleep.
Tomorrow, we would wash our underwear in the water and hang
it in here to dry. We were all naked now, for the first
time, together. It was the first time I felt relaxed, naked
in front of the boys, and they seemed to be relaxed, naked
in front of me. Jason and Ryan moved their sleeping bags
close to mine and got in them. I fell asleep quickly.
I am no judge of time, but I must have been asleep two or
three hours, when I felt Ryan poking at me to wake up.
"Charles....Charles," Ryan said. "I want to talk to you."
I was groggy, and my response showed it. I was aware of my
surroundings and who it was shaking me, but I was slow.
"Gronk!" I said. "Wha is it?"
"I can't sleep," Ryan said. "Can you rub my back like you
did for Shaun?"
I shook my head a few times until I was fully awake.
"Did you bring any of that body lotion with you?" I asked
"I'll go get it. It's over by the door," Ryan said.
Ryan stepped off the platform and returned with a container
of the body lotion we had for Shaun. He laid face down on
top of his sleeping bag. I got out of mine and looked over
at Jason to see if we were disturbing him, but he was dead
to the world.
I put a palm full of lotion in my hand and applied it to
Ryan shoulders first. Then I spread it all around, down his
arms, down his back, and along his side. I put another palm
full and retraced my steps, and then I started to apply the
lotion across Ryan's little round hiney and down his legs.
I worked my way back up to his little hiney and stayed
there. I rubbed and massaged his butt muscles, inside and
out. I would touch his little anus as I went down, deep
into the crevasse. Ryan only moved a little when I did
that. I felt him reach down and straighten out his little
penis. If only this was daylight. What a lovely view I
would have.
I rested a finger of my left hand at the entrance way to
Ryan's anal cavity. I could tell from his breathing, that
he was aware of its' presence. I pushed lightly and my
finger began to insert, slightly into Ryan's rectum. My
penis was pulsing. I wanted to lie down on top of Ryan and
relieve my tensions in his crevasse. I decided not to take
advantage. It would frighten him. If anybody was to put a
pulsing penis in a crevasse, it was going to be Ryan or
Jason into my crevasse, first. I laid down beside Ryan
with my hand still on his butt and finger just inside the
walls of his anus, deep in his crevasse. He turned his head
to face me, and I kissed him hard on the lips.
"Feel better?" I said, after releasing the passionate kiss.
"Much," Ryan said "Much better, thanks."
"Good," I replied. "You'd better get some sleep, now. I
have to go outside and take care of something. I'll be
right back."
I am glad Ryan didn't ask any questions. If he had
discovered himself by now, he would understand what I needed
to do, but if not, now was not the time to explain. I
removed my finger from his little butt, took the container
of body lotions, and went to the back of the tool shed.
There, in the darkness, I applied a little of the lotion to
my pulsing penis, and stroked it until my Life Force erupted
out, onto the floor. I wiped my penis off with my dirty
underpants, got back into my sleeping bag, and fell to
sleep, again.
A few hours later, I was up again. The sun was bright and
shining through a crack in the shed wall, into my face. I
looked over at the boys and kissed them both on the face
cheeks. I shook their sleeping bags gently, so as not to
startle them like I did Jason that time.
"Good morning, my friends," I said. "Time to go to work."
Jason and Ryan stirred with the usual little boy grunts and
groans. I reached over to rub their backs and butt to
stimulate them. Ryan skin was still moist from the body
lotion. Jason was not as soft, but I would fix that later.
We needed nourishment and a way to bathe, keep clean, and
dry off. I needed to wash my dirty underwear and so did the
boys. What I didn't tell them yet, was that I had to get
back in that dispensary and get some finger cots, or rubber
gloves, or some like material for Jason's and Ryan's
protection.
Ryan volunteered to go back into the tunnels and get the
things we needed, such as soap, towels, personal hygiene
things, food, etc. The dispensary would have to wait until
after dark. Since he knew all the ins' and outs' of things
better, I let him go, but not without a word of caution.
Naked Ryan got out of his sleeping bag, got dressed (dirty
underpants and all), and took off across the sunlit field.
Naked Jason stayed with me.
"How bout a quick swim, Jason?" I said. "Just a quick one,
in case that aircraft comes back."
Jason didn't answer. He got out of his sleeping bag and ran
out the door.
"Last one in, is a twerp!"
Hmmm. I wonder who that might be?
Jason was splashing around when I got out to the water hole.
I jumped in and made a big production of splashing him with
a large wave of water. "Who's a twerp now?" I said
playfully, sticking my tongue out between my lips and
forcing air around it to make the raspberry noise.
Jason splashed back and attacked me, trying to dunk me under
water. I let him think he was getting by with it, for a
minute, and then I turned the tables on him, dunking him
instead. Both of us were laughing and giggling like two
five-year old kids'enjoying every minute of our frolicking.
I didn't want to stay out too long in the daylight for our
own safety, so I suggested to Jason, that we go inside and
dry off. He understood and got out of the water while I
watched his cute little butt distorting in syncopation with
his motion up the bank.
That little bit of exercise winded me a little, but I felt a
little cleaner and refreshed. I sat down on the edge of the
platform and motioned Jason to join me. I stopped him in
front of me and grabbed my tee shirt from the rail and began
to sponge some of the wetness from Jason's body. He stepped
forward toward me as I dried his front. His eyes' were
fixed on me, trying to gain contact with mine. I reached
around him and pat his back as dry as I could. He stepped
further into me, placing himself between my legs. I met the
stare of his coal black eyes with that of my blue eyes.
Jason fell into me with a force that almost caused me to
loose my balance. He thrust his arms around me, and held me
tight. I reciprocated, reassuring him everything was going
to work out.
My attention was directed to our respective positions. I
could feel his little penis moving and getting harder. We
were crotch to crotch, with me sitting there. My penis
sprang up like a coiled spring. I knew what I must do, as
soon as I could. I positioned my head and pulled back
slightly from Jason. Then I kissed him on the lips. We
held that position until we had to come up for air, so to
speak. Jason took a breath and continued. I was stroking
his back and butt, adding to the feeling for both of us. I
felt Jason part his lips slightly. His tongue eased out
and touched my lips. I opened them to allow him to push his
tongue further into my oral cavity. Neither of us have had
any opportunity for any hygiene, so "Butt Breath" and all,
Jason explored my oral cavity. It was simply a case of mind
over matter. I didn't mind, and to Jason, it didn't matter.
I was the first to break the trance.
"Jason...Jason...oh God, hold me tight," I said. "Let's get
up on the platform and be more comfortable."
We released our grip on one another and stepped up on the
platform. I sat down on my sleeping bag and Jason sat down
between my legs facing me, putting his legs around my waist
and supporting himself with his hands behind him. He looked
up at me, longing for the invitation to continue the
expression of our love. I looked back at him and took in
his artistic beauty, smiling.
"Jason. Do you have any idea what is happening to
you...us?" I asked.
I glanced at his erect little, thin, approximately four
inch, penis and pointed to it. I couldn't get over how
taught it was. I could see the head of his little penis,
just beginning to stick above the rim of his foreskin, like
a little "dome of pleasure.
"Not exactly," he said looking down at my hard penis.
"Don't they teach you anything about life in your school?"
I asked.
>From the look on his face, I gathered that the answer was
"probably not." I had him turn around, get as close as he
could between my legs, and lean back against my chest. My
erect penis was between us, getting more sensitive by the
minute with the heat between our bodies. I held on to Jason
as I leaned back flat against the floor, gently pulling him
with me, softly saying,
"Come, Jason. I will show you. Remain still for a minute
then follow my direction, ok?"
Jason was caught up in the passion of the moment. He could
barely get his affirmative reply out for me to hear it.
The container of the remaining body lotion was at arms reach
of me.
"Now Jason," I said. "Close your eyes and relax. Follow my
guide."
I put some lotion in the palm of my hand.
"Bring your knees up toward me, my friend." I said
When he did, I reached down behind his knees and pulled
slightly to position his little butt up in the air, saying
softly,
"Roll with the flow, son. Roll with the flow."
I encountered no resistance. In fact, he assisted me. I
applied the body lotion across his cute, little, butt, and
down along his deep crevasse. He giggled when I brushed
across his anus and allowed my little finger to insert just
into the edge of his it.
"Slide up a little, my friend, I said releasing his knees,
letting him go back to the stretched out position. "Put
your head on my shoulder. Get our faces closer."
Jason did as I asked. I positioned my head back to kiss
him, and my penis found the warmth of Jason's deep crevasse.
I took some more lotion and applied it to his entire abdomen
and deep into his crotch, deliberately skirting his little
erect pleasure dome. I continued with my reassuring words
of encouragement and told him of my every move.
"Jason," I said. "In a few seconds, you are going to
experience waves of pleasure. Don't be afraid, just let it
happen. You'll see. I am going to touch the part of your
body that is hard, now. It will be a pleasurable feeling.
Ok?"
He turned his head and kissed me on the cheek.
"Please," he said in an almost hypnotic trance-like voice.
"Please."
I gently stroked his little penis with the back of my
fingers. It was stiff, but responsive. I put the little
shaft between my thumb and forefinger, gently stretching the
foreskin down and up, across the pleasure dome head of his
penis. Jason squirmed and groaned with pleasure. I could
tell that his senses were on the very edge. I added a
little more body lotion to my hand and enclosed his entire
little, four inch shaft of pleasure, with the palm of my
hand. I stroked up and down his little shaft and gently
applying pressure. Jason's butt muscles were rhythmically
squeezing my adult shaft. I was feeling the same waves of
extacy as Jason.
The waves of extacy continued. I shifted Jason's position
slightly so that I could turn my head and join his lips with
mine. He turned his head toward me. I turned my head
toward him. Our lips joined and we kissed. At that precise
time, and from the squeezing of Jason's butt muscles against
my penis, my Life Force erupted and pulse out. I didn't
show that release of tension to Jason. I continued to
stroke his little shaft. He was breathing heavily through
his nose. The pattern changed in intensity and frequency.
I knew what was happening, and I needed to help Jason
through it, so I pulled away from our kissing position.
"It's ok Jason," I said. "I know what is happening to you.
Just let it happen. Don't be afraid, just let it happen."
I returned my lips to his and inched my tongue into his oral
cavity until our tongues met. Jason's body stiffened and
his penis pulsed in my hand. It was a very strong pulse,
first one, then another, then another, and another. Four
pulses in response to each downward stroke. I stopped
stroking and just held Jason's hard penis loosely in my hand
for a few minutes more.
Later, I released Jason from the kiss and maneuvered our
respective bodies, so that I could pull him toward me, face
to face, chest to chest, for a loving embrace. I began to
stroke his back then place my hand on his little hiney. It
was wet and sticky from the body lotion and my Life Force.
His front was sticky, yet a little slippery from his Life
Force. I pushed my little finger down into his crevasse. I
found the edge of his little anus, and applied a slight
pressure to it. The walls of Jason's anus opened up to
accept my little finger. With a little more pressure, my
finger was inside, beyond the lips of the anus, and into
Jason's anal cavity. Jason squirmed a little, but accepted
the sensation of a "foreign" object being placed in his
rectum. I held him tight and kissed him on the neck,
saying,
"It's ok Jason, my friend, it's ok.
Jason moved his arms, placed them around me and pulled us
together as hard as he could, not saying a word. He raised
his head and positioned himself to kiss me.
Jason and I laid together for a while longer, kissing,
holding, and rubbing each other. However, between
perspiration, body lotion, and our Life Force's, we were
quite a mess. We had to chance another trip to the water
hole. I hope Ryan makes it back soon. I was getting a
little hungry.
"Jason," I said. Let's go wash up and get dressed. Ryan
will be back soon, I hope, and we need to plan for tonight."
Jason's face displayed a grimace, as if to say "I want to
stay here forever in your arms." But, he complied with my
wishes and released me to go outside. I brought along my
tee shirt to assist us in washing certain areas of concern.
We fooled around in the water as we had done before, and
talked about general things. It seemed that the people of
this time were super smart, education-wise, but they didn't
have any common sense. We talked for a few minutes more,
then I changed the subject.
"Jason, I said. "What do you think about your feelings,
now? What do you think about our little period of
togetherness a few minutes ago in the shed?"
Jason shrugged his shoulders and looked me straight in the
eye.
"I liked what we did," he said. "It felt good. I would
like to do it again. I like it when you put your lips on
mine.
"Well, did you understand what was happening to you?" I
asked.
"No," Jason said. "What?"
I explained to Jason about how his body changes around his
age and that it was a natural experience to have his member
become stiff and erect. He should not be afraid of that
feeling any more.
"But what was that stuff that came out of me when you rubbed
down here?" Jason said pointing to his little penis.
"That is called your penis, Jason," I said. "That stuff is
called sperm. It is a natural body fluid that allows
mankind to reproduce."
I could see I was loosing him.
"Err-ah..make copies of himself," I corrected.
"How?" Jason asked.
Damn, they really hadn't been taught anything about life in
school. So I went on to explain about how boys and girls
got together, and how they are built, love, etc, etc. I
paused for him to take it all in, but he still had a puzzled
look on his face.
"Ok," I said. "Where did I loose you?"
"Girls?" Jason said.
"Your mother was a girl," I retorted. "You remember your
mother, don't you? Without her, you wouldn't be here."
Still a strange look on his face.
"Now that you know the difference," I continued, "are there
any girls at your school?"
"No."
I started to go further with it, but Jason didn't know how
to answer my questions. It was more important than ever,
that I get on with my mission.
You and Ryan are best friends, aren't you?" I said looking
at him.
"Yeah, we are," he said.
"That means we have to be completely honest with each other.
I don't want to drive a wedge between you two. I think Ryan
should know what we did together, but I don't know how to
tell him without hurting his feelings, and I won't lie."
"Don't worry," Jason said. "I'll tell him. I know he
would like to do the same thing too.
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Ryan made it back across the sunlit barren land to the shed.
I don't know why we hadn't been caught by now. The aircraft
has been over many times, I suspect, looking for Jason and
Ryan. The law enforcement people of 1990 had sensors that
would detect the heat of human body inside a brick building.
Certainly, my old building offered no challenge to the 2090
people. It may have been that my platform framework had
some residual magnetism that is used to light the machine
off when you wanted to go. That could be masking the
sensors....or could it be, that I didn't exist? I wasn't
real. Well if I wasn't, what Jason and I experienced
together, definitely was.
"Bon appetite," I said, as we dug into the food goodies Ryan
had brought back. It was tasty, but non-descript. I was so
hungry, that I would eat anything that didn't eat me first.
"What else did you bring back with you, Ryan?" I said.
Ryan started digging in his gym bag and brought out more
food, a change of clothes for all of us, some towels, soap,
toothbrush, toothpaste, comb, hairbrush, shaving things, and
assorted other odds and ends. He kept digging in that bag
and pulling things out, it reminded me of that old routine
the clowns in a circus do, when fourteen clowns pile out of
a one man car. I thought I'd never see the bottom of the
bag. It was good to see some of those items still around.
At least "they" didn't forget about the important things.
"What are these keys for, Ryan?" I asked.
"They are a duplicate set," he said. They go to the
cabinets in the dispensary and main office."
"Is there a chance these will be discovered missing?" I
said. "If they are, then another of your friends at the
school will be punished. We don't need that."
"No," Ryan said. This is a set the nurse thought was lost,
about a year ago. They quit looking for them and made
another set. This set just happen to be lost behind the
wall. Isn't that funny?"
I smiled and looked at Ryan. I didn't have to answer him.
We carried on more about the life of Ryan, as he knew it, so
that I could gain better incite to this 2090 world. For
instance. Why did the mention of the female gender confuse
Jason and Ryan? Where were the girls? All of the kids I
saw that night at the school, were male. The adults were
males. Something was very, very, strange.
"Ryan, you're dirty," Jason said, as he began to take off
his clothes. "Let's go out and wash off. Charles here
looks like he needs to be alone for awhile. Besides I want
to put on clean underwear."
I caught Jason's wink to me. I knew that he was going to
talk to Ryan of our experience.
"Be careful kids," I said. "Remember the aircraft that
comes over at times.
Ryan started to take off his clothes, and I began to get
hard with anticipation. After he completed the task, I saw
that Jason was correct. Ryan was indeed dirty. The only
clean spot on him, was between his waist, and just below the
bottom of his little, lovely, cute, butt. I only wished
that I could bathe him at this time, but Jason was going to
explain things to Ryan, as best he knew how.
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Jason and Ryan came back in from swimming. I had lain down
for a nap. They were being extremely quiet, so as not to
disturb me. I heard them step up on the platform and lie
down too.
I was awakened later by Ryan shaking my leg and telling me
it was getting dark. I shook my head a couple of times to
get my bearings, then I stood up.
"I guess we should go back to the school, here in a few
minutes, don't you think? I want to look in that office at
the files and see if I can get a line on your parents and
the parents of your friends, then we will seek help to get
the things we need and bring this place back to normal."
Ryan nodded and walked toward the door. Jason extended a
hand to assist me in getting up off the floor. Since I was
going to be crawling around between the walls, I didn't
change clothes. I would take a midnight swim when we got
back from our mission.
We took off across the field to the tunnel and back into the
school. I meant to ask the kids how they found the area
behind the walls, but I never got around to it. I guess
that kids will be kids, and won't pass up any opportunity to
explore. It was possible that they were told to put some
chairs under the stage and found the path behind the wall,
or when the sensor computer lost track of them, Jason and
Ryan had free reign.
I went through the casement window and followed the kids
along the dark path. I remembered, this time, to lower my
head for a while. I didn't want to bonk my head on another
beam. Jason sensed me bend over and duck down, so in a
teasing manner, he said,
"Don't bump your head, Charles."
The little smart ass. Hmmm, I've got his number. Ryan
snickered at this too. Hmmm, you too, smart ass. In
reality, I enjoyed being teased by them, but I didn't let on
to them that it was ok. I grunted to let them think they
were getting to me.
"Let's go to the dispensary first, fellows," I said. " I
need to look for more lotion and things."
I didn't know if I would find the "things", but it was worth
the look. I would think that a well stocked dispensary
would have rubber gloves or finger cots, since this was
pretty much a self contained school/orphanage.
We entered through the closet again, and I took the set of
keys and tried each drawer and cabinet there was in the
place. I found a box of finger cots in the bottom of the
desk drawer and put them in his gym bag that we had brought.
Next, I put in more containers of body lotion.
"Anything else we need from in here, kids?" I asked.
Jason threw in some bandages and some containers of red
liquid, probably iodine, or equivalent. "That's it," he
said. "Let's go to the office."
We entered the office through a small storage room air vent.
The office was twice as big as the dispensary in area. It
was located between two sections of the building. These
sections had flood lighting on two adjacent sides, pointing
inward toward the part of the building with the office. The
light was so intense, that it lit up the whole area inside.
The windows had blinds on them and diffused the light. We
walked close to the walls as we could, careful not to cast
shadows that may be seen against the milk-colored glass of
the office door. There were two partitioned-off areas with
an individual desk, lamp, and communication device, inside.
I surmised that they were the offices for the people in
charge of this place. The rest of the office was furnished
with some chairs along the wall, some more desk, three
1990-style filing cabinets, a high-tech paging system, and
two computer type terminals. I walked over the file
cabinets, found the correct key, and removed a hand full of
files. I went over to the blinds to take advantage of the
stronger light, and searched the files, looking for anything
of value.
"Ryan," I whispered. "What is your last name? Jason,
your's too."
"Mine's Mitchell," Ryan said.
"Turner," Jason said.
"Mitchell and Turner," I said. "Let me look through
here...Ah, here's Mitchell. I only have up to the "O" here,
so grab me some more files, please Jason."
I began to look through the files on Jason and Ryan. I was
looking for information regarding their entrance to the
orphanage and maybe some name of known relatives at the
time, etc. I looked through some of the other files for the
same information. There wasn't much in them. I wondered
what was on the computer, if they kept hand written files
like what I was looking at. No time like the present. I
went over to the computer terminal and turned it on. I was
greeted by the gentle whir of the hard drive and power
supply fan. The screen lit up with a programmed message
welcoming me to the system and telling me to log on. SHIT.
Password protected. Well I had to try something.
"Do either of you know who sits here at this terminal by
name?" I asked.
"I think it's Citizen..uh...Woodfern," Jason said.
Citizen?
"What about his first name, or his initials," I asked.
"I've seen his initials on a paper I had once...let me think
a minute..," Ryan said. "Oh! W.G.W. That's it."
"Worth a try," I said. "These people aren't too original."
I typed in WGW on the keyboard, and the screen lit up with a
brilliant blue color. In white lettering, were the words
"Hello William...What choice would you like?" Below that
was a menu of choices. One choice was labeled "Student
Records". I chose that one, only to find out that it was
the scholastic record for all the kids....What next? I got
out of that and found one called "Entry Info". The prompt
returned to the screen with "Please enter student's name!".
I typed Ryan's last name, "MITCHELL." The first screen
duplicated the written file information. At the bottom of
the screen, was the prompt to hit any key. When I did, the
next page of information was presented. This had Ryan's
father's name, his arrest record, his present location of
incarceration, and a file number of some type. I did not
see the relevance to that number at the time, but it must be
important. Hmmm, no mention of the mother, either.
Do I dare start the printer? No, I best not. I ripped a
piece of paper from the printer, found a writing instrument
and copied as much info as I could. I figure I could start
with Ryan's father, and he could lead me to the others'....I
hope. Just for the fun of it, I typed in "TURNER". Jason's
father was at the same place.
"What's Shaun's last name?" I asked.
"Jones, isn't it Jase?" Ryan said.
"Yeah, that's it," said Jason.
I typed in "JONES". Sure enough, his father was there too.
"Do you two know what a map is?" I asked.
Ryan went on the defensive.
"We're not that stupid, Charles."
"I never said you were, my friend," I said. "I'm just not
sure of this 2090 society. Take it easy."
I pulled him closer to me and kissed him. I did the same to
Jason, saying,
"It'll be ok. Just hold tight."
"Give me the keys," Jason said.
I did as I was requested, and Jason went into one of the
partitioned off rooms to open a drawer. He returned a few
seconds later with a folded up map of the city. Damn, will
wonders' never cease? Who would have thought that these
people even had a map? From what the kids had been telling
me, the adult citizens of 2090 were a few bricks short of a
full load. Just when I thought I had "them" figured out,
"they" did something sensible and had a map around. Jason
put the map in the gym bag along with the other items we had
gathered and closed it.
"Let's put everything back like it was and get the flock out
of here," I said. "Is there anything else we need from
here?"
We couldn't think of anything else, so I logged off the
computer terminal, closed the file draws, and locked them
again.
It was hard to fathom, that the people of this time were so
lax in their action. Why was this building full of secret
panels and air vents? "They" must have gutted the building
and built false walls and ceilings over top of existing
structure. Damn, that was stupid. The foundation and
structure must be at least 150 plus years old by now.
Nothing of this time made sense. I wasn't quite sure
what to do about it, but I had to do something.
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END PART-1 of:
"A QUESTION OF TIME"
PART-2 CONTINUES WITH
CHAPTERS 13-22
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