Date: Sun, 5 Feb 2006 22:15:58 -0800 (PST)
From: "Darron, Darron The Witch, The Witch" <darronthewitch@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Loft Part 4 by Danny The Witch
[Author's Note: In the second chapter, I had referred to
the Greek story of Narcissus, indicating that the young
nymph who fell in love with Narcissus was Siren. This is
technically a mistake. Her name is actually Echo. This
requires some explanation which I inadvertently left out. I
am so used to thinking of Siren and Echo as being the same
person, I didn't at first realize my mistake. Suffice it to
say that in my opinion Echo and Siren are the same person.]
The Loft
by
Danny The Witch
Part IV
The Dream
"What is all that we see or seem but just a dream within a
dream..."
-Edgar Allen Poe
"Row row row your boat gently down the stream,
Merrily merrily merrily merrily, life is but a
dream..."
-Popular Nursery Rhyme.
"Jeff, are you ready?" Mrs. Jones asked.
Jeff nodded his head, grabbed his notes and stood up.
The ten year old looked calm and collected, not at all
nervous or anxious like most kids would be about to give
their first major oral report. His confidence suited him
well. He was a very attractive boy. Long almost white
blond hair. Thin, but not so it looked unnatural. Bright
blue eyes, and a pirate's smile.
Jeff's confidence increased his attractiveness ten
fold.
Jeff carried his notes up to the front of the class and
set them on the podium. He cleared his throat slightly, and
then with no further hesitation began his report.
"Who can tell me what is reality?" Jeff asked the
class.
Jeff scanned the room. No one was raising their hands.
"Anyone?" Jeff asked. Jeff then looked at the teacher;
Mrs. Jones, kind of leaning on the front side of her desk,
in a position which portrayed a casual, relaxed attitude.
Mrs. Jones said, "Remember class, this is an
INTERACTIVE report, so please help Jeff."
Still no hands rose.
"Class?" Mrs. Jones said.
Finally, Rob who sat in the back of the class, raised
his hand."
"Go ahead," Jeff said.
"Reality, " Rob said, "Is like, you have to be
something when you grow up."
"Thanks Rob," Jeff said, "Anyone else?"
A girl raised her hand, Vanessa, who had her own kind
of confidence said, "Reality is when you're awake, not like
a dream."
"Good answer," Jeff said.
Sam suddenly raised his hand. Sam was a bit of a class
clown. He said, "Reality is not what you watch on TV-- It's
what happens outside of TV and stuff."
"Alright," Jeff said. After a few moments, with no one
else raising their hand, Jeff turned towards the teacher,
who nodded her head, indicating that Jeff should go on."
"Mrs. Jones?" Jeff said.
"Go on," she said.
"Can you say what reality is?" Jeff asked.
"Oh-- you're asking me? Oh um-- Well, reality is the
way things REALLY are, "Mrs. Jones said after a bit of
thought.
"A very popular belief to be sure, " Jeff said, "Not
withstanding that the answer you give is a non-sequiter,
meaning that you use a derivative of the same word you are
defining in you're definition." Jeff paused to allow Mrs.
Jones to respond. She didn't.
"They way things TRULLY are, is called the truth.
Reality has nothing what so ever to do with the truth.
Reality is something all-together different."
Jeff walked over to the chalkboard, picked up a piece
of chalk, and then turned to the class and said, "I can tell
you what reality is, but in order to do so I have to first
reveal the secret of the holy grail. Is that alright with
everybody?"
The class looked excited. Even the teacher looked
surprised.
"You mean, like King Author and the holy grail!" Sam
blurted out.
"Shhhhhh," Mrs. Jones said, "Raise your hand if you
want to ask a question Sam!"
"Yes--," Jeff said, "For those who have never heard of
the legend, the holy grail is supposed to be the cup that
Jesus drank wine from at the last supper. In the story of
King Author, the grail had supernatural ability to anyone
who drank from it, to make them young again and live
forever."
"You mean like-" Same started to blurt out, and then
raised his hand.
"Go ahead Sam," Jeff said.
"You mean like us!? To make grown ups like kids like
us?" Same said eagerly, still holding his hand up and
supporting it with his other hand.
"Yes Sam, to make adults like us-- kids again."
"Wow!!" Sam said.
Jeff turned towards the chalk bored, and drew in white
chalk this:
San Greal
And then turned back towards the class and said, "It's
Latin. It means Holy Grail. Now, here's what I'm going to
tell you-- the legend of the holy grail is mostly thought of
today as a myth-- that it was part of a story that was
written a long time ago, actually many many stories written
over the years, and no one really knows when or who wrote
the first story about the holy grail BUT I CAN tell you,
that the BELIEF in the holy grail was not made up by the
first author-- it is a belief that people had, long before
the story of King Author. In fact, the belief dates all the
way back to the first Crusade.
A few centuries after the times of Jesus, the British
decided to go to the holy land, which is the location where
Jesus lived; Jerusalem and Palestine. They sent soldiers
there that were called Knights, and their aim was to take
over the land that was now being occupied by Middle-
Easterners called Palestinians.
However, Old King George had a SECRET reason for
sending Knights to the Middle East. Would anyone like to
GUESS what that secret reason was?"
Sam raised his hand again, "To find the holy grail?"
"Same-- You're a genius!!" Jeff said. "Yes-- to find
the holy grail-- You see, Old King George, was really old--
and if there was anything to the legend, he wanted to find
out, so he commissioned a certain group of knights, twelve
of them to be exact- the same number as the knights of the
round table, and sent them off to Palestine with a secret
mission-- to find the holy grail.
So, the knights went there, and the cover story was
that they were commissioned to protect innocent travelers
who might be targets of violence by Palestinians in the area
that Britain was currently at war with for their land. But
the true reason why they were there was to find the Holy
Grail, which is the secret to eternal youth.
So, the king secretly gives orders to occupy the ruins
of the ancient temple of Solomon, where it was believed that
many secret religious objects were kept and hidden from
ancient times dating back to even before the time of Jesus.
The king sent orders to have his special group of knights to
take up residency there, as a kind of a post. The true
reason why they were there is that they were going to dig
under the temple sight, which is called excavating. To see
if they could find the legendary Holy Grail.
This special group of twelve knights were called The
Knights Templar, which literally means, 'Knights Of The
Temple'
For several years they lived there at the ancient sight
of the temple of King Solomon. King Solomon, has legends of
his own-- one of the most unusual legends about him is that
he was a magician, and that his temple was built using
magic, and within the temple was hidden many many secrets of
magic- the holy grail only being one legend out of many.
The Knights Templar, it is rumored, found much treasure
under that old temple sight, which of course made them all
very very rich, but there are many legends that would say
that The Templars found more than just costly treasure--
that they found many secrets-- secrets of Solomon, they were
called-- and one of those secrets, legend has it that they
found, was the secret of eternal youth, which they called
transmutation, which was a term from ancient Alchemy--
Alchemy being the most ancient concept of magic, and it
literally means transformation.
So, not long after that, the stories of King Author
begin to appear, and many scholars believe that the story
was actually started by The Knights Templar, as a kind of
allegory, which means a way of telling the truth in a made
up story-- The Holy Grail became a symbol of a very ancient,
secret of Alchemy-- The secret of eternal youth.
...
Meanwhile, in another classroom, a young boy named Mark
who was in the sixth grade, said he had to go pee really
bad, so bad he had tears in his eyes and the teacher gave
him a pass to go use the restroom
When Mark got to the restroom, he saw that there was a
bunch of paint equipment and stuff lying on the ground
outside the bathroom door to the boy's room. There was also
yellow tape on the door that read 'BATHROOM CLOSED' on it.
Mark thought it was weird that people would be inside
painting with the door closed, and something within him made
him curious.
Mark gently pushed on the door, and it opened inward
slightly. He then pushed it open a little further. He saw
a funny weird light that lit up the whole bathroom. He
could also hear men talking inside. Mark quietly slipped
into the bathroom quiet as a mouse and gently closed the
door. He then tip-toed to the corner of the entrance wall
until he could peek around the corner to see what the funny
light was-- it was like a funny purple light that made your
eyes go out of focus.
When he peeked around the corner, he could see into the
main part of the boy's room. He saw the source of the light-
- these really bright light bulbs, about fifty of them, all
on this big platform they had inside the bathroom. Looking
at all those light bulbs made Mark's eyes hurt.
There were about five men in the bathroom. One of them
was dressed in a business suit. The other's looked like
painters, and were standing at the wall where the urinals
were. One of them was in the process of drilling a hole
through the stall where you go to the bathroom. When he was
done drilling the hole, they all stood back looking at what
they had painted.
What Mark saw, instantly amazed him, and shocked him at
the same time. What he saw was pornography, painted over
every square inch of the walls, the stall walls, the wall in
front of the urinals, everywhere-- pictures of sex; boy's
sucking other boy's dicks, of boy's sucking on big grown up
dicks-- boys having butt sex with each other and men having
butt sex with boys-- boys kissing and men kissing boys--
everywhere. And the men were standing back looking at it as
though inspecting it.
Mark let out a "wow," of surprise and instantly the men
looked at his direction and saw him peeking around the
corner. One man; the man in the business suit, motioned
with his hands for them to kill the lights, which they did--
a moment later, the regular bathroom lights came on, which
was good because they had all the windows blocked up with
tape so no sunlight could come inside. For those couple
seconds where before the regular lights came on and the
weird lights had turned off it was pitch black in the
bathroom.
Then the man in the business suit motioned for Mark to
come inside, opening the jacket of his suit so that Mark
could see a badge, like the man was a police officer. Mark
was reluctant but did so.
"Hi there," the man with the badge said.
"Hi," Mark said, "Are you the police?"
"Kind of, well actually, I'm higher than the police, I
work for the CIA."
"Oh," Mark said.
Mark looked around at the walls; they all looked
perfectly normal, newly painted yellow walls. All the
pornography disappeared.
"Wha- Where'd it all go?" Mark asked.
"Kid, I'm going to make a deal with you, okay?"
Mark nodded.
"What we were doing is all top secret-- and it needs to
stay that way-- you understand?"
Mark nodded.
"Just to let you know, it's against the law to tell
other people top-secret government stuff-- So whatever it is
you think you saw-- you need to forget it right now--
otherwise-- I'll take you to jail."
"To jail?"
"Yes-- to jail--Do you believe me?"
Mark nodded.
"Good-- now go back to class."
"But-- I have to go to the bathroom."
The man motioned towards the urinal. Mark did his
business and then zipped up to go. As he was leaving, the
man with the suit showed his badge again and said, "Jail--
do you understand-- And I'll send you're parents and anyone
else you tell to jail also-- DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"
Mark nodded.
"Say you understand."
"I understand."
"Good, go back to class, and forget what you saw, or we
might have to put you in the retarded class."
"But I'm not retarded,"
"Not now you're not."
A cold chill went up Mark's spine. Mark decided right
there in that instant to forget what he saw-- It wasn't
really there anyways.
Mark then went back to class.
...
Meanwhile, back at the classroom where Jeff was giving
his oral report...
Jeff then turned towards the blackboard again and with
the same piece of chalk he was still holding wrote this:
Sang Real
so that now the blackboard looked like this:
San Greal
Sang Real
And then turning back towards the class Jeff smiled-- a
full ear to ear grin which would have made even Captain Jack
Black proud.
He said, "You see, the reason why The Templars decided
to use The Symbol of the Holy Grail as a symbol for the
secret they had acquired, is because of a trick of language.
In Latin I told you that 'San Greal' means Holy Grail.
However, if you move the 'g' from 'greal' and move it over
to the end of 'san' the new phrase becomes 'Sang Real' and
it Latin, 'Sang Real' means something altogether different.
It means, 'The King's Blood' or literally, 'Blood
Royal'.
Jeff paused a moment for dramatic effect and then
glanced at the teacher who didn't say anything, although she
had her hands crossed as though contemplating.
"Now, let's get back to reality," Jeff said continuing,
"The word 'reality' is derived from a Latin root, as many
words in English are. In fact, 90% of all English words in
common usage are either derived from Greek or Latin. In
this case the root is Latin and is, 'real'.
Jeff then turned towards the bored again and put
parenthesis around the word 'real' so that it now looked
like this:
Sang (Real)
Jeff could here some oohs and ahhs from the audience,
as he perceived it. Turning back towards them again,
smiling, and then taking on a more serious, contemplative
look, Jeff asked his 'audience', "So, can anyone tell me
what the word 'Real' means?"
Danny, a kid who didn't talk much in class, but wore
glasses and was really really smart, raised his hand.
Jeff pointed at him, "Go ahead," he said.
Danny used his index finger to prop his glasses a
little bit up the bridge of his nose and then said, "It
means King."
"Yes-- That's exactly right. Very Good. Now-- I think
this meaning differs quite a bit from what most people think
the meaning of the word 'real' really is, no pun intended--"
Jeff waited for some laughs, but none came and then
continued, "Would anybody like to try and guess how it is
that the word 'King' became the root of our word 'Reality'?"
No response. Jeff looked over at Mrs. Jones, who
shrugged her shoulders. Jeff liked it when he knew things
that adults didn't know-- especially a teacher.
"Has anyone heard of the old expression: He who makes
the gold, makes the rules?"
A few kids nodded.
"It's a little joke actually-- and also a play on words-
- you see, nobody actually makes gold--It's referring to
money-- unless of course, your speaking of the Alchemists
who were reported to be able to turn lead into gold-- which
is magic BUT, is it really? People make money all the time-
- and I'm not talking about counterfeiters-- Who makes
money? You might ask-- Any Guesses?"
"The King does," Sam spoke out again.
"Yes, the king does. And the king also makes the
rules. So what does all this have to do with reality? I'll
explain...
You see, everyone knows that Kings are sovereign, which
means literally that they are the law 'onto themselves'.
Everyone knows that Kings don't have to follow any laws
because they make the laws. Which is why the word 'free'
was often used to describe a king; the word 'sovereign'
literally meaning 'free'.
So-- Everybody knows that the king is in charge and
he's the boss and he doesn't have to follow any orders,
everyone else has to obey the king-- we all know that--
HOWEVER, there is another aspect of kingship that has gotten
kind of lost over the years, something that was better known
way back when and a long time ago-- another aspect of
Kingship that was even more enviable then being sovereign--
and this leads us back to The Templars-- and it has to do
with money.
The other aspect is what might have been described a
long time ago as a God-like power; something that interested
magicians for millennia. The Templars discovered the secret
and used it to their full advantage. In fact, they shared
their secret with various kings in exchange for more money
and power. In fact, they shared their secret with the pope
of Rome, who wanted to establish an international Christian
religion, which would be decreed by kings into law in all
European countries. In fact, it was a king, at the council
of Nycea that DECREED that Jesus was God after a vote.
So what is the secret? The other aspect of kingship is
the ability of a king to define what is real-- in other
words a king can influence his society in such a way that
the people will believe what ever he wants them to believe.
Kings have always had secret agents of influence, within
their governments. These agents are 'magicians' of the king
that cast a spell of illusion on the masses. And it's a
power that Kings absolutely NEED to have, and it has
everything to do with money, as it would evolve, after the
Knights Templar, who created paper money.
You see, money is now only paper. Before, a long time
ago, money used to be gold and silver, but all that changed
after the Templars. The Templars shared their secret. The
secret was that Kings no longer had to use silver or gold as
money, but could use worthless paper instead.
And paper is worthless-- It's paper-- it has no value.
The only reason paper money DOES HAVE value is because
people believe it does, and the reason people believe it has
value is because the king uses his influence to make people
believe that money is real.
The king can also make people believe anything he
wants. Through a type of magic that has evolved since the
time of The Templars.
The system that is used today was evolved by a group
called The Freemasons. The product is magic, that
governments use to convince the masses of what the king
wants them to believe.
You'll discover that, although people's opinions about
this and that seem to differ greatly, they really don't.
Mostly on the subject of religion and politics-- If you
focus on the similarities and not the differences you will
discover that 90% of people agree with each other about what
is real 90% of the time. That is because we all have a
common authority-- the king.
For example, a lot of kids believe in Santa Clause,
some do and some don't. Both sides can bring up evidence to
support their belief-- however the argument doesn't get
really serious until people cite authorities-- for example
one kid might say 'well, my parents TOLD me that Santa
exists so it does.' the other kid can counter with his
parents told him Santa doesn't exist-- here the argument
continues because they don't agree on the authorities being
cited-- however, if two or more people agree on the
authority which decides something is real or isn't, then
they will be in agreement 90% of the time with 90% of the
people.
So, if 90% of the people agree on whatever authority is
deciding what is real-- that authority defines what is real
for them. If that authority decided tomorrow that Santa
exists-- in a very short time-- due to the magic of the
Templars, most of us would believe beyond any reasonable
doubt that Santa exists-- even grown ups."
Jeff heard hushed remarks going around the classroom.
"Shhhh," the teacher said.
Jeff continued, "They could make us to believe that we
went to the moon if they wanted. They could make us to
believe also that certain things that are true-- aren't,
like aliens and all kinds of stuff."
"Any questions," Jeff asked.
Sam raised his hand, "Who are the people the king can't
make believe?"
"Oh you mean the 10%?" Jeff asked.
"Yea," Sam said.
"Oh-- the crazy people. Oh yea and The Templars--
anyone who knows their secret-- It's the secret of personal
sovereign. The Masons call it Free-Thought, and it's a
magic that can not only make you young again and live
forever, but you can literally manifest anything into
reality for yourself with this power."
"How do you do it-- what's the secret?" Sam asked.
"Sorry-- can't tell you. If I told you it wouldn't be
a secret."
"Ahhhhh," the kids said and Jeff laughed.
"I have a question," Mrs. Jones said, "How is it you
know this?"
"Oh-- you want me to cite an authority?"
"Yes,"
"My dad is a Freemason-- AND he works for the CIA."
Her eyebrows raised considerably.
"And HE told me," Jeff said, "Any other questions?"
The entire room was silent.
Jeff handed his notes to the teacher and returned to
his seat.
"Thank You Jeff, that was a very interesting report,"
Mrs. Jones then addressed the class, "Anyone else ready to
give their oral?"
Everyone shook their head.
"Okay, free time for the 20 minutes remaining in class-
- you can read anything you want, something you brought from
home I don't care. Just be quiet and read."
Jeff went into his back-pack and pulled out a Batman
comic and laid it on his desk. He then grabbed his
sunglasses in the front pouch of his backpack and put them
on. And then looked at it again. The Batman comic
magically transformed into a kiddy-porn book. On the first
page it read: 'Section One: Jake and John First Timers
Jeff flipped from page to page and enjoyed the graphic
sexual acts between the two eleven year old boys throughout
the first half of the magazine.
At the end of class, which was the last class of the
day, Jeff strolled towards the boy's restroom. Apparently
all the painting was finished and dry because the restroom
was back open.
He walked inside, and put his sunglasses back on.
"Wow--," Jeff said to himself, 'Very cool-- I've never
seen porn so big. How in the hell did they get photographic
images painted on the walls?" he shrugged his shoulders.
He also noticed the spy holes drilled, and the little
messages, 'there's no hole here'
"Very cool," Jeff said to himself.
"What is?" Another boy suddenly said to him.
"Oh nothing," Jeff said.
"Give me those," the older boy said as he grabbed
Jeff's sunglasses off of his head. The boy put the
sunglasses on and looked around the room. A moment later he
handed the glasses back, "You're fucking crazy, you know
that?"
Jeff nodded his head and whispered to himself, "Got to
have the sunglasses AND the contacts."
....
A week later Dan Wood, was sitting about a block away
from the same elementary school in an unmarked van; painted
all white. He was sitting in the back of the van monitoring
his electronic equipment which consisted of several monitors
which were displaying images from secret hidden cameras from
within the elementary school boy's room.
It was lunch time, and one particular boy on one of the
monitors sitting inside the stall had attracted Dan's
attention.
The boy was about eight years old, sitting on the
stall. He had his pants down, but instead of going to the
bathroom, he was playing with his little hard-on. The boy's
eyes appeared to be fixated on the door of the stall, and he
was quite aroused.
Dan had seen the invisible mural there-- it was really
cool-- it showed a boy about seven sucking the dick of a boy
about twelve. And the message, 'THIS IS GOOD - THIS IS FUN
- DO THIS WITH YOUR FRIENDS'
This was the third lunch in a row that the eight year
old had spent most of the lunch inside the stall in the
bathroom playing with himself. Today, Dan was going to find
out something important.
A few moments later another boy came into the bathroom.
It was the ten year old, Jeff. Jeff went into the adjacent
stall of the younger boy and pulled his pants down and sat
on the commode. Dan could see this from another monitor.
The eight year old boy, immediately put his eye up to
the spy-hole that had recently been drilled allowing him to
have full view of the adjacent stall that Jeff was in.
Dan watched as Jeff began to masturbate while looking
at the Batman comic, and the eight year old watched becoming
more and more aroused. Dan watched as the eight year old
copied the motions of the older boy and soon was
masturbating himself also. Not for a moment did the eight
year old take his eye away from the spy hole.
Jeff was wearing a pair of sunglasses while looking at
the comic and masturbating. The eight year old watched
enraptured, masturbating himself at the same time.
Tony sat in the stall enraptured by what was happening.
He was excited and aroused and he didn't know why. He did
think it was weird that the boy he knew as Jeff was playing
with himself while reading a Batman comic-- that seemed
weird to Tony.
After a few minutes, Jeff set his comic down on the
ground and his sunglasses on top of the comic and then
pulled up his pants and left the stall. Jeff headed towards
the bathroom exit, and Tony heard the door open and then
close.
Immediately Tony got up off the commode and pulled his
pants up, but only up to his thighs-- he was in too much of
a hurry to even bother pulling his pants up all the way. He
opened his stall door and then quickly exited heading
towards the other stall-- Tony wanted that magazine.
As soon as Tony was fully outside the stall he heard
from behind him someone say, 'Boo'
Tony jumped, letting go of his pants that fell down to
his ankles-- he twisted around just in time to see Jeff with
a camera at his face say, "Smile, you're on Candid Camera"
Then there was a bright flash-- really bright that
burned into Jeff's eyes making his eyes water. He rubbed
his eyes, while at the same time hearing the electronic
sound of the Polaroid Camera eject a photograph.
By the time Tony was able to open his eyes again, Jeff
has gone, for reals this time.
Tony then went into the adjacent stall, which was
bigger. He eyed the sunglasses and the magazine. He locked
the stall door and grabbed the comic and the glasses and
then sat down on the commode.
Tony had the comic laying on his naked lap, when he put
on the sunglasses, and astonished he saw the comic transform
into a porno magazine.
Tony awed, flipped through the pages to the middle of
the book which was titled: 'Johnny's first blow job' and saw
a young boy about his age, giving a blow job to an older
boy. Tony became aroused again, and masturbated himself
some more while looking at the images. The younger boy
seemed to really enjoy sucking on the older boy's dick.
After a few minutes, Tony felt a really good feeling
start from his dick and go out in waves through his whole
body it seemed. The best feeling he ever had.
He took the glasses off, got himself together and
headed towards the exit. He tucked the Batman comic inside
the back of his pants under his shirt.
...
After school, Tony headed back into the bathroom--
eager to look at the book again. He got inside the stall
and pulled his pants down, sat down, and put the sunglasses
on but the book didn't change-- it was still a Batman comic.
"What happened?" Tony exclaimed, "Change-- change--"
but nothing happened. After a few minutes Tony got bored
and left the bathroom.
Just outside the bathroom was Jeff.
"Hey," Jeff said.
"Hey," Tony said.
"How'd you like my comic," Jeff said.
"What comic-- I don't know--"
"I know you have it-- and I know you were spying on me
in the bathroom-- did you like what you saw?"
"HEY--" Tony finally said, "Why'd you take that picture
of me?"
"Oh God, that was classic-- you want to see it?" Jeff
pulled the photo out of a school book and showed it to Tony.
Tony was aghast-- Jeff got a good picture-- his pants
and underwear around his ankles dick and balls in full view
WITH a boner!"
"Give me that--" Tony said.
"No way man-- When I get home I'm gona jack off to it--
you're fucking hot!"
"Jack off?" Tony said.
"Yea, you know-- that's what you saw me doing with my
dick in the bathroom when you were spying on me."
Tony blushed a little bit.
"It's okay-- I don't mind that you watched. Hey-- You
want to come to my house? I live right across the street"
"Are you still going to jack-off?" Tony asked.
"Well- maybe, what did you think of my magazine?" Jeff
asked.
"It was good. I liked it," Tony said.
"Maybe-- you want to try some of the stuff you saw in
there?"
"Maybe," Tony said, but really inside of him he said,
"Oh God yea!!!"
They both walked across the street to Jeff's house. On
the way Tony asked, "How come I can't see it now, as he put
on Jeff's sunglasses."
"Because-- It has to stay a secret-- I'll tell you more
if you do to me what you saw in the magazine."
"Okay," Tony said handing the sunglasses and the comic
back to Jeff.
Jeff took the comic but he said, "Keep the glasses--
but don't lose them-- "
"Okay," Tony said.
When they got to Jeff's house his parents weren't home.
Jeff led him into his bedroom which was dark as a cave-- the
windows all covered up. Jeff turned on a light, but it lit
the room in a spooky eerie way.
"What is that?" Tony asked.
"There called black lights."
"Oh,"
The first thing that Tony noticed is that in the black
lights Jeff had a weird symbol tattoo thing on the middle
finger of his left hand it looked like this:
!
!
!
------
!
!
!
\ /
And on the index finger of his other hand he had a
symbol that looked like this:
\ ! /
/ \
Jeff wasted no time at all taking off his shirt, and
that is when Jeff noticed the symbol of a butterfly on his
upper right chest; a Monarch butterfly.
"Here," Jeff said, "Put these drops in your eyes." Jeff
handed the bottle of eye drops to Tony.
"How do you do it?" Tony asked.
"Here lie back."
Tony laid down on the bed.
"No, take your shirt off first."
Tony took off his shirt and then laid down. Hold your
eyes open don't shut them.
Jeff held Each of Tony's eyes open as he squeezed off a
couple drops into each eye.
"See that didn't hurt-- they're just drops," Jeff said.
"Now, " Jeff said, holding the comic in front of his face.
"I can see it again!!"
"See what?" Jeff asked.
"The little boy sucking on--"
"Come on, let's take off all our clothes off," Jeff
said and the two of them speedily got out of their school
clothes until they were both naked.
"You want to know what my favorite picture?" Jeff said.
"Okay,"
"This one," Jeff said as he pointed to a close up of
the seven year old boy sucking on the older boy's cock."
"Yea-- that's pretty hot."
"Fuck yea it is-- do you wana try it?"
"What?? Me do that to you?"
Jeff nodded.
"I know you want to," Jeff said tugging at Tony's stiff
boner. Jeff stood up and stuck his own boner in front of
Jeff's lips.
"Go on, I know you want to."
Jeff gave it a little lick and Jeff moaned, "Oh yea--
fucking hot. Tony needed no more encouragement. He grabbed
Jeff's erection with one hand putting it right into his
mouth and started sucking.
"Oh yea-- that's it," Jeff said.
After a minute Jeff said, "Hold on," and when Tony let
his dick out of his mouth, Jeff went and got the Polaroid
camera out of his backpack, "Got to get a picture of your
cute face sucking my cock!"
"You're going to take a picture?" Tony asked.
"Don't worry-- I won't show it to anyone."
"Um-- okay," Tony said.
"Go on now, keep sucking-- you were doing such an
excellent job."
Tony put Jeff's dick back in-between his lips and
started sucking. Jeff's dick seemed even a little bigger
and harder now than a moment ago.
--FLASH-- dg zeeeeeeeeeeezzz
--FLASH-- dg zeeeeeeeeeeezzz
--FLASH-- dg zeeeeeeeeeezzz
--FLASH-- dg zeeeeeeeeezzz
The sound of the camera ejecting film is all that
little Tony heard since he closed his eyes to protect his
eyes from the flash each time Jeff snapped a picture. He
just kept on sucking as he played with his own dick, pumping
it up and down like he had that afternoon.
....
Michael Moore was thinking to himself as he was driving
down the New Jersey Turnpike heading towards New York that
he had a feeling he might be getting himself into something
way over his head, but he forced all other thoughts out of
his mind.
Mike crossed over the George Washington Bridge at about
ten o'clock that night. On the other side was La Guardia
Airport. He drove a bit looking around for the Hilton,
saying to himself, "He said, it was right on the other side
of the bridge I couldn't miss it-- well where is it?"
Mike made a left turn, and there it was on his left-- a
high rise hotel with the huge letter 'HILTON" across the top
of the building. Mike parked his Tr-4 in the parking lot
and walked through the brisk night air without a jacket
until he entered through the big revolving door at the
entrance to the lobby.
When Mike got to the counter the concierge said,"Good
evening sir-"
"Good evening-- I'm Mike Moore, my brother said he made
a reservation for me-- his name is Douglass Moore."
The conserve consorted a clip bored and then said, "Ah
yes, Mr. Moore, you have one of the best rooms in the hotel.
He handed Mike a key, room 13-3"
"I can't believe you have a 13th floor."
"Is there a problem?" The concierge asked.
"No, no. One of the best rooms hu? How much is that
going to cost me?"
"Nothing at all-- all the arrangements have been made."
"You mean he paid for the room?"
"Everything is paid for," the concierge said.
Mike took the keys and turned towards the elevators.
"Enjoy your stay at the Hilton, Mr. Moore-- If you need
anything, just call and ask for me-- Daniel."
"Okay Daniel-- I will do that."
Then the concierge motioned for Mike to come back to
the counter which he did.
The conserve said in barely a whisper, "I have been
instructed to send your escort directly up to your room when-
" the concierge cleared his throat,"-- when HE arrives.
Would you like me to ring your room when he is on his way
sir?"
Mike didn't know what to think. What was his brother
up to? He thought to himself.
"Yes please, ring my room. Anything else?"
"No sir-- that is all."
Mike then took the elevators up to the 13th floor and
entered his hotel room. It was big, it was plush, it was
amazing-- it must have cost Douggie a bundle, he thought to
himself.
Mike got undressed and headed for the shower. After
getting out of the shower, and putting his pajamas on. He
was just sitting down on the couch to check out what was on
TV when the phone rang.
"Yes," Mike said into the phone.
"It's the concierge sir-- you're escort has arrived and
is on his way to your room now."
Mike's heart pounded hard in his chest. "Thank-You
Daniel," he said.
"My pleasure sir,"
Mike hung up the phone. A few minutes later there was
a knock at the hotel door. Mike got up looked through the
peep-hole. He couldn't see anything. Another knock. Mike
looked again. Still, he couldn't see anything. Finally he
opened the door, and what was standing there in the hall-- a
real little boy. Mike would guess about ten years old.
Holding the strap of a backpack over one shoulder.
The boy didn't hesitate to let himself in. Mike closed
the door and locked it after he entered.
"You'll have to excuse me this is a bit of a surprise,
how old are you?" Mike asked the boy.
"I'm ten," he said as cool as duck on a summer lake.
"What's your name?"
"Jeff," the boy said.
Mike nodded.
"You're wearing pajamas," Jeff said letting out a
little smirk.
"That's right-- I happen to like them," Mike said.
"So- where do you want to do this in the living room or
the bedroom?" Jeff asked as he dropped his backpack on the
floor by the front door.
"Do what?" Mike asked.
Jeff leaned forward and rubbed Jeff's crotch through
his pajamas. Mike immediately grabbed Jeff's hand and
pulled it away-- "Um, hey there little guy-- I like boy's
but--"
"But what?" Jeff asked.
"I like them a little older than in kindergarten. "
"I'm not in kindergarten-- I'm in the fifth grade,"
"No offense," Mike said shaking his head.
Jeff reached for the waistband of his pajamas and
managed to pull them part way down before Mike got the kid's
hand away again.
"Listen, " Mike said, "Let me make a phone call, okay?"
"Sure," Jeff said.
Mike went into the living room and sat down on the
couch and picked up the receiver on the house phone next to
the couch and pressed -0-
"Concierge," the voice said.
"Yes-- Daniel-- Can you please give me an outside
line," he said.
"Certainly sir--"
A moment later Mike heard a dial tone. He dialed his
brother's number. Meanwhile Jeff, the little kid, had
plopped down on the couch beside him wearing only his
underwear-- a pair of white briefs. As Mike was waiting for
his brother to answer he said, "Decided to get more
comfortable did you?"
"I didn't bring any pajamas, " Jeff said.
Suddenly on the other end of the phone he heard,
"Hello."
"Doggie-- this is Mike," with a little bit of urgency
in his voice.
"Hey bro-- How do you like the room?"
"Never mind that right now-- The escort you sent is
sitting on the couch next to me wearing only his underwear."
"Oh very good-- what do you think?"
"What do I think??-- He's a friggin' baby-- what do you
mean what do I think?"
"He's cute though isn't he?"
Mike looked at the kid in his underwear. "Yea he's
fucking adorable," Mike said.
Just then while Mike was talking on the phone the boy
started rubbing Mike's crotch again. Mike grabbed the kid's
wrist and pulled it away, "Relax kid okay," Mike said. The
boy then rested his head on Mike's shoulder looking him
square in the eye with baby blues wide as if to say, 'Oh
pleeeeeeessseeee'
"What are you trying to do to me Douggie-- make a child
molester out of me?"
"No such thing big bro-- believe me, Jeff is willing,
eager AND experienced. He's more fun than a barrel of
monkeys."
"I Bet," Mike said. "Couldn't you have sent someone
over just a LITTLE older, maybe at least twelve for Christ's
sakes!"
"No one else is as much fun-- BELIEVE me-- he'll molest
YOU if you let him-- he's eager and experienced."
"I don't know," Mike said.
"Not to change the subject Mike but let me give you the
address to get to The Loft tomorrow,"
Mike looked around for a pad of paper and a pen, they
were right next to the phone. While Mike had the phone
cradled on his shoulder, the pen in one hand writing, and
the pad of paper in the other, Jeff took is opportunity.
Mike felt Jeff pull the front of his PJ's down, and he
felt little Jeff's hand reach inside and pull his cock out.
By the time Mike set the paper and pen down, and reached
down to pull the boy's hand away, Jeff already had Mike's
cock in his mouth.
"Oh dear God, dear fucking Jesus!" Mike exclaimed as he
felt Jeff's hot tongue rub on his dick and his rosy red lips
suck hard on his soft cock, which wasn't hard because of how
anxious Mike was but within a few moments Mike's cock grew
to full hardness inside of the little boy's expertly sucking
mouth.
"Hey-- did you get the address," Doggie asked.
"Ahhh, ummm, ohhhhh, ummmm, yea I got the address,"
Mike said in-between pants.
"Well, it seems like your busy right at the moment big
bro-- I'll see you tomorrow.
Mike didn't even cradle the phone, he just dropped it
right there on the couch as the little boy Jeff, sent wave
after wave of joyous resonation throughout Mike's body.
Mike watched as the ten year old boy pulled his own
underwear off of his slender ultra-smooth legs, while not
missing a beat with his sucking mouth. Then Jeff
masturbated himself while he sucked.
After a couple of minutes, Jeff suddenly stood up and
left the room. Mike heard the zipper on the kid's backpack
and then a moment later Jeff came back to the couch holding
a large jar of Vaseline in his hand.
Mike shook his head no, but without any real feeling
behind it. He watched paralyzed as the kid lubed up Mike's
hard cock, and then when he thought it was lubed plenty
enough, amazingly, stood up and straddled Mike's legs
squatting himself down right on top of his erection.
Mike could feel his dick slip inch by inch into the
tight rectum of this pre-pubescent boy. He was mesmerized,
hypnotized, by what his eyes were seeing.
After Jeff got his cock all the way up into him, he
began to bounce up and down on it and Mike momentarily left
the planet. Up and down, up and down.
After a few minutes Mike asked him could he turn around
so the boy pulled Mike's cock out of himself, stood up and
turned around facing Mike, and then sat back down on Mike's
seven inch hard pole, all the way down until it looked like
the boy was innocently sitting on his lap-- till you
couldn't see that there was a seven inch fully erect cock
going all the way up into him-- that is until Jeff started
bouncing up and down again.
Up and down up and down up and down, until Mike
couldn't take anymore of the best fuck of his life. Pulled
his cock lout of the kid's ass and ejaculated all over the
boy's tiny smooth balls.
...
Afterwards, Jeff asked if he could spend the night, and
Mike said that would be okay. They both drank wine, until
they were sleepy and Mike and Jeff got into bed and Mike
slept with a naked boy wrapped in his arms for the first
time in his adult life.
Mike's dreams were heavenly, although he couldn't
remember them when he awoke. Probably being that he nearly
had a heart attack, when he awoke to the sound of a man
saying, "POLICE-- DON'T MOVE"
Mike opened his eyes, and he was starring down the
barrel of a .38 revolver. He looked around the room and
there were about ten or twelve policeman; they all had their
guns drawn.
"Don't move," The officer closest to him said as he
pulled the bed covers off revealing a naked man and a naked
ten year old boy sleeping together.
The policeman grabbed his arms and stood Mike up facing
away from him as he handcuffed him.
Two of the other officers escorted the boy out of the
bedroom into the living room.
"What are you doing in bed naked with a little boy?"
The one police officer asked.
Mike was speechless. He didn't know what to say.
A few minutes later, the officer said, "You're under
arrest, and wrapped a blanket around him.
"What are you charging me with?" Mike asked.
"What the fuck do you think? Lude acts with a child,
and sodomy of a child?"
"What??"
They escorted Mike out into the living room. The boy
was sitting on the couch with a blanket wrapped around him.
"Jeff, you want to tell the Sergeant what the bad man did to
you?"
"I sucked his dick and then I let him fuck me in the
ass," Jeff said as cool as the Queen Of Hearts.
Mike lowered his head thinking, "Oh my fucking God."
The Sergeant said, "Satisfied? You sick son of a
bitch!"
Mike was booked and processed down town. While he was
sitting in his cell waiting to see what the bail would be
set at, suddenly a policeman and a man in a business suit
approached his cell.
"Apparently, the feds are interested in talking with
you also," the officer said unlocking the jail door. The
man in the business suit handcuffed Mike and signed a
transfer of custody order on the policeman's clip-bored.
They drove in a car in silence until the car pulled
into an underground garage, where Mike was lead up an
elevator, into a hotel room.
When they got inside, Mike could see several men
sitting on a couch.
"Mikey?? Is that you??" Mike heard the unmistakable
voice of his brother Douggie. Sitting next to him was his
other brother Ed.
The man in the suit took the handcuffs off of mike.
"Glad you could make it-- we we're just about to watch
a film."
Mike walked over to the couch and sat down, "You son of
a bitch," Mike said.
"Sons of bitches," Ed said, "I was in on it too."
Douggie started the film. Mike watched as he saw the
film start. It was him and Jeff. It showed Jeff sucking
his cock and then him fucking Jeff. It was short, only a
few minutes but enough.
"What's this all about?" Mike asked suddenly
remembering his intuition in the car on his way from Jersey.
"Well, bro-- you have two choices-- it's that simple.
Choice one is you work for the CIA, and choice two is, we
send you back to jail and give this film to the police."
"I guess I'm working for the CIA," Mike said.
Ed and Douggie both looked at Mike.
Douggie said, "We thought you'd see it our way"
"Welcome to the little shop of horrors," Ed said,
"Where the fun never stops."
END PART IV
Author: {Sorry I took so long to write more-- Hope you
enjoyed, there's more coming soon. BTW please send comments
to darronthewitch@yahoo.com Thanks DTW.}