From: lester@global.co.za (Lester)
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Subject: Tomboy (M/m ped story)
Date: Sun, 03 Dec 95 23:15:15 GMT
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Tomboy

by Lester      (lester@global.co.za)

WARNING.  THIS STORY CONTAINS SCENES OF A SEXUAL NATURE BETWEEN A MAN 
AND A BOY.  IF THIS MIGHT OFFEND YOU, THEN DISCONTINUE READING.  ANY 
COMMENTS APPRECIATED.


I stepped into the large room, and behind the desk sat the black-robed 
woman.
	"Come in, sit down" charmed the woman.
	"Thank you, Abbot" I replied with my nicest voice.
The Abbot picked up a few papers and started browsing through them.
	"So, Mr ... Parker.  I understand that you want to adopt a 
son?"
	"Yes."
	"I see that your first wife died two years ago."
	"Yes."
	"Do you wish to re-marry at some stage, and if not, then why?"
I eased up in my chair a little.
	"Well, I don't wish to re-marry, because I don't think I will 
be able to go through all that again.  The pain was just far to great 
for me to lose somebody as close as that."
	"I see.  Quite understandable.  The Committee has reviewed your 
proposition, and they have granted you adoption."
	"Oh excellent."  My face lit up again after hearing the good 
news.  I was always under the impression that being single will count 
against you.
	"You have asked for a boy between the ages five and nine.  That 
can be easily arranged.  Our boarding-school houses a few 
underprivileged children on that age.  Would you like to see the 
children?"
	"Oh, yes please."

The great Abbot lead the way down the corridor to the children's 
courtyard.  She opened the door, and there they were, all playing and 
having fun.
	"Now you can pick a boy that you would like, and point him out 
to me.  I will then arrange the papers, and have them signed by the 
committee, and you can pick up your son within a week."
	"Oh that's fabulous."  My eyes wandered around to all of the 
little heads bobbing up and down, mostly smiling.  Immediately, I fell 
in love with all of them.  I just wanted so badly to have my own child, 
but my wife died while giving a still-birth.  I wasn't able to go 
through all the trauma again, so I decided to adopt.

Suddenly, a commotion stirred in the one corner of the play field.  
Some nuns rushed over to see what was wrong, and three of the nuns 
brought over what seemed to be an untamed animal.
	"Let me go!  Let me go!"  Shouted the little tyke.
	"He's done it again, Abbot!"  Screamed one of the nuns.  "He's 
bitten Luke!"
	"Take him to my office so that I can teach him a good lesson!"
	"Who was that?"  I asked the Abbot.
	"He is the nuisance of the lot.  We have nicknamed him ‘Peior 
praeter diabolus', which means ‘worse than the Devil'.
I watched as the boy was being ushered down the passageway.  The boy 
gave a glance back - a glance that could interrogate any person 
possible.  Except me.  I just looked at that wild look on his face, and 
then I knew what I wanted.
	"I want him."
	"What?"  Asked the abbot, in great disbelief.
	"I want that boy.  Can that be arranged?"
The Abbots aghast face turned more kind and sincere. 	"Of course it 
can be arranged.  Follow me."  She started walking back to her office, 
and I had to virtually run after her.  When we entered, there the kid 
was, standing in the corner with his face to the wall, and another nun 
was guarding him.
	"You may leave, Sister Margaretta" commanded the Abbot.  The 
nun glared at the boy as she was closing the door.
	"I have found another new home for you."  The boy just stood 
still and didn't move.  "Turn around!  Look at me when I talk to you!" 
 Screamed the Abbot.  She was obviously sick and tired of this child, 
who must have been about 8 or 9.  The boy turned around, and looked up 
at us both.  Although he was being shouted at by the Abbot, he didn't 
seem remorseful in any way.  He just glared with that "Now what the 
fuck do you want" look.

The Abbot became calm and started to speak again.
	"This is Mr Parker.  He would like to adopt you.  Would you 
like that?"  The boy glanced up at me, and started eyeing my whole 
body.  I felt like I was being interrogated by some secret service the 
way he was watching me.  The Abbot didn't wait for an answer.
	"Go and get your things, and then come back, okay?"  She 
sounded far more pleasant, and very persuasive.  The boy scuttled out 
of the room.
	"Nasty little pest" murmured the Abbot.
	"Okay.  Just sign these forms right here, and then you can take 
him."
	"You said that it would take at least a week."  I said, rather 
astonishingly.  I didn't expect to take somebody home with me right 
away.
	"Oh noooo.  Don't worry about the paperwork.  I'll take care of 
that."
The boy came back in with a small suitcase in his one hand.
	"Well, say hello to your new daddy."
	"Hello."  The boy clearly didn't mean what he said.
	"Well, you'd better be off."  The Abbot rushed us out of the 
office, and out of the building.  Normally, she would have nuns see us 
out, but she seamed eager enough to show us out herself.

So there I was, standing in the streets of London, with a boy next to 
me which I didn't know, and I was going to take him home and look after 
him.  We got into my car, and I drove back to my house.  Now I wasn't 
rich or anything like that, but my wife had left me the house, which 
she inherited from her parents.  It was a stately two story house with 
Victorian arches in the doorways.  The boy stopped his frown, and 
seemed to be more relaxed.  He looked up and down the house.
	"This is where you will live."  The boy looked back at me, but 
didn't respond.  I took his suitcase out of the car, and realized that 
there were no clothes inside.  Only papers and stuff.
	"Where are your clothes?"
	"Don't have any."  The boy looked back at me now, and he seemed 
to give me his undivided attention.
	"So what do you wear?"
	"This what I'm wearing now."
I saw that this boy was going to cost me plenty quid to get him 
equipped.
	"Race you!"  He shouted, and started up the stairs to the front 
door.  My immediate reaction was to race him, but I let him beat me.  
It seemed that things was going to be better than I expected.

We got inside the house, which was virtually bare, and he started 
exploring immediately.  I put his case down in the living room, and 
took my jacket off.
	"Where is my room?"  He asked from a distance.
Oh shit!  I didn't prepare anything like that.  I didn't expect to get 
a child immediately.  I didn't expect to get a child at all.
	"Uh... You'll be sleeping with me tonight.  The bed hasn't 
arrived from the store yet."  He looked round the corner, and gave me 
that "I suppose you planned that" look.

It was late, so I decided to start making dinner.  The boy was still 
running up and down the house, exploring every little detail, and 
finally appeared as I was setting the table.  He still had that 
insecure look on his face, and proceeded to sit down - in my chair.  
Okay, I would just sit in his chair.  He started feeding his hungry 
little face even before we could say grace.  One would think that he 
wasn't fed at the orphanage, the way he was carrying on.
	"What is your name?"  There I was, sitting having supper with 
my newly acquired son, and I didn't even know his name.
	"Alex."
Oh God!  What a fabulous name!  It reminded me of Greek mythology, and 
all their gods.  Maybe this was a Greek God that was sent down to judge 
me in some way.  He certainly didn't look English.  I watched him eat, 
and took a good look at him.  It was only then when I realized how long 
his hair was.  It was sitting on his shoulders!  His hair was tatty and 
long, and splayed all over his shoulders.
	"I'm not cutting my hair."  He said, now looking up at me.  I 
looked directly into his eyes, and was almost hypnotized.  His 
majestical brown eyes were unlike anything I had ever seen before.
	"What Nationality are you?"  I asked.  He just looked at me 
with a blank expression.  I realized that I was talking to a nine year 
old boy, and not with one of my clients.
	"Where to you come from?"
	"I don't know."
	"Where are your real parents?"
	"Dunno."
	"Did you like it at the orphanage?"
	"No."
	"What do you think of the house?"
	"It's big."

I invited the boy to sit in the lounge with me, and we could get to 
know each other.  He sat next to me, and that is when it hit me.
	"Phew.  I think it's time for a bath."
	"I prefer to shower."
	"Well, my bath has a shower, so you can do either or both."
	"Are we going to bath together?"  I felt a bit uneasy at that 
question.  I suppose it would be okay, considering he was now my legal 
son.
	"I suppose we could.  Why would you want to?"
	"In the orphanage, we had to shower together, so that we could 
save water.  We would normally shower two or three in a shower."
	"Oh.  Force of habit, I suppose."
	"No.  I want to have somebody to talk to when I wash."

We went up the stairs to the master bathroom.  Just like the rest of 
the house, it was large.  I had a massive tub, with a shower connection 
as well.  The tub was so large, it was able to completely submerge two 
grown men.  I kneeled down, and turned him to face me.  I removed his 
filthy shirt, and threw it in the hamper.  I then removed his shoes 
which I threw away, and his socks too.  His shorts were still okay, but 
I threw them in the hamper anyway.

There he was, almost naked with only his underpants on.  I took a good 
look at his body.  He was not as white as I was.  He seemed to have a 
tan.  His body was well developed for a nine-year old.  His pectoral 
muscles could be seen, and they weren't flat, like a normal nine-year 
old.  It seemed that this boy has been brought up a fighter.
	"Aren't you going to take them off?"  He asked, now waking me 
from my bodily exploration.
	"Oh yeah."  I slowly took the sides of his briefs, and slid 
them down.  I don't know why, but I just looked at his little bulge all 
the time.  I slipped the underpants over his penis, and it bounced up 
after getting caught in the elastic.  I pulled his underpants 
completely down, and he stepped out of them, and into the bath.
	I then proceeded to take off all my clothes and get into the 
bath with him.  He just sat there, as if he didn't know what to do, so 
I picked up the soap and started washing him down.
	"In this house, I want everything to be clean.  Including you. 
 You must bath or shower every day, and keep your room clean at all 
times."  He nodded.  I washed his back and stomach very well, and when 
he stood up, I washed his buttocks too.  I proceeded to his groin area 
with the bar of soap, and started washing, when I noticed that the 
little boy had a hard-on.
	"I turned him around, and found myself staring at a very hard 
little prong sticking out at me."
	"I'm sorry" he said, "It just felt good."

I took my slippery fingers, and started stroking his cock with long 
strokes.  I was just exploring the shaft of his cock, when I realized 
that I was actually giving the boy a hand-job.  Something I had only 
done once with another boy when I was younger.  I stopped, rather 
horrified at what I did, and I was just wondering what was going 
through the boys mind at that time.
	"Please don't stop" came a meek voice from the boys mouth.
	"I can't do it.  It's wrong."  I murmured.  I looked down to 
see that I too had a hard-on.  I was shocked.  I had actually gotten 
sexually aroused by feeling a nine-year old's small hard penis.

I continued to wash him, now paying more attention to dirt on his body 
than anything else.  His hair was extremely long, and took quite a bit 
of shampoo to clean.  Eventually, he had been satisfactorily washed.  I 
lifted him out the bath, and dried him, again looking carefully at his 
hairless cock hanging freely.  I realized that I didn't have any 
clothes of his size, so he had to sleep naked that night.  In fact, he 
had to remain naked all the time until I could get descent clothes.
	"I hope you don't mind being naked all the time"
	"I don't mind.  I feel free when I'm naked.  I prefer being 
naked than having clothes."  I started putting on my pyjamas, when he 
said; "Oh no.  If I can't wear clothes, then neither can you."
	"No fair!"  I said, now playing along with the boy.  I took 
them off, and decided to amuse the boy for a while.  We both jumped 
into the double bed, and the light went out.  It was still for about 
five minutes, and then I decided to start a conversation.

	"I'm sorry about what happened just-now."
	"What?"
	"About the, you know, feeling your thing part."
	"Oh no, that's okay.  I enjoy that kind of thing?"
	"You do?"
	"Oh yes.  When I was in the orphanage, we always used to do 
that stuff.  In fact, sometimes we would stick it in each others bums, 
and also suck it.  It feels good, especially when you get the feeling."
	"The feeling?"
	"Yes.  It's when your legs feel weak and you start to quiver, 
and your private parts start to contract, and it feels like you are 
peeing in a strange way."
	"Oh.  I see.  Well, us grown ups call it an orgasm."
	"Do you get orgasms too?"  Asked the boy, now getting 
interested with the subject.
	"Oh yes, but us grown ups shoot stuff out of our thingamajig 
when that happens.  It looks like thick milk when it comes out."
	"I've seen that happen before.  One of the boys in the 
orphanage did that into my mouth."
Oooohh.  That was disgusting.  I had once sucked off somebody many 
years ago, but I could never imagine him ejaculating into my mouth.  
That to me was like eating snot from your friends nose.
	"That is disgusting" I said, now making my thoughts become 
reality.
	"Oh no.  It tasted quite nice actually.  I would do it again if 
I could."

What kind of a beast have I been given?  This creature seemed to enjoy 
all the things that make humanity disgusting.  We went to sleep, and 
slept soundly for the whole night.

The next day, I got up first, got dressed, and went down to the store 
to get clothes.  I got his sizes from the clothes that I had previously 
thrown into the hamper, which I rather decided to throw away.  I came 
back, and found the lad in the bath.  Good.  He's learned something.

That day was fun for both of us.  We played a bit of catch in the park, 
ran around, ate ice-cream and did lots of other things a typical dad 
should do with his son.  It was like a dream come true.  Just one day 
ago, I didn't have anything to live for.  I didn't have anybody to care 
for, and now, I had somebody to love.  We went to a restaurant for the 
evening, and watched a movie at night.  When we got home, it was 
already dark, and we decided to go to bed early.  We both put on 
pyjamas, and dived into the double bed, and turned the light off.

I had just my pyjama bottoms on, and Alex had a whole pair on.  
Unknowingly to me, he took them all off the minute the light went off. 
 I found that out after he suggested to play a game.
	"Let's play a game."  He suggested.
	"O.K.  What kind of game?"
	"It's called paralyzed.  You must try and remain as still as 
you possibly can, and I try and do things to you to make you move.  If 
you move, then I win."
	"Okay."  That wasn't going to be hard, because I wasn't 
ticklish.  Alex started by tickling my stomach.  No response.  He 
tickled under my arms.  No response.  He pulled off my pants.  
Response.
	"You moved!"  He squealed, now becoming the winner.
	"Oh no, please!  It was an accident."  My mind wondered off the 
fact that the little boy had access to my testicles, but luckily the 
light was off, so he couldn't see anything.
	"Okay.  I'll give you another chance.  Don't move."
I lay there, as he completed removing my pants.  He started tickling me 
on the feet.  No response.

I felt him move around on the bed a bit, and almost moved again when he 
proceeded to lay on my body.  It was then that I realized that he was 
completely naked.  I could feel his hard little prong up against my 
leg, and it seemed that he was humping it slowly up against my leg.  He 
sat up now, with his buttocks just above my cock.  It was amazing how 
delicate he was with me.  He seemed to know where it hurts on somebody. 
 One can't just normally sit on somebody's stomach without hurting 
them.  He proceeded to feel my breasts. With his hands.  My cock 
started getting hard, and I couldn't help it.
	"What are you doing?"  I asked, now feeling very insecure about 
the whole thing.
	"Shhhh."  He hissed, still continuing with my chest.  I knew 
that it was wrong.  All the stuff that we were doing was wrong.  I was 
a Bachelor of Law, and I knew that what he was doing to me was regarded 
as "breaking the Law".  But I let him carry on.  It just felt so good 
when his little delicate hands brushed over my hard nipples.

It continued to get confusing when the boy started licking my nipples. 
 He was sucking on my nipples, and making me feel real good.  He came 
up a bit closer to my face, and whispered in my ear "I love you", and 
then proceeded to nibble on my ear.  He then licked my lips, poking his 
tongue right in, and probing my mouth.  I naturally returned the 
gesture, and before I knew it, we were french kissing.  He just 
couldn't get enough of it.  He was sucking away, and I thought he was 
trying to draw my life essence out of me.  After about 10 minutes of 
deep kissing, he decided to move on to a more delicate part.  His hands 
probed through my pubic hair, carefully examining what differences we 
had.  He grabbed my now aching cock, and started stroking it.  For 
somebody who has only done it with juniors before, he was making a good 
job of it.  I felt the bed move with his movement, and realized that he 
had moved into a sort of sixty-nine position.  His cock was only 
centimeters from my face, and he started so suck on my juicy cock.
	"A paralyzed person can move their head, right?"  I asked.  No 
answer came from the boy.  I decided to move my head a bit further up, 
and started licking at the boys cock.  He got the general idea, and 
widened his legs so that I could suck him off more efficiently.  I 
sucked him off as best I could, and he was definitely enjoying it.  He 
started thrusting in his hips, and making strange gurgling sounds as he 
went along.

I didn't have time to warn him.  I started ejaculating, and he was 
drinking every drop.  I came so hard, that the cum went into his nasal 
passage, and he had to snort backwards to get it back into his mouth.  
I had just barely finished, when I felt his little cock pulsating with 
orgasm, and I knew that he had "got the feeling".  He collapsed, and 
stayed in that position for about five minutes before turning around.
	"You mustn't tell anybody what happened, okay?"  I asked, in 
fear of being charged with child molestation and goodness knows what 
else.
	"Of course not.  I wouldn't have to lose my nice daddy."
He started playing with my hair, and I ran my fingers through his hair.
	"You've got quite an energetic little body" I commented, now 
thinking back on what had just happened.
	"Can we do this every night?"  He asked.
	"Yes.  I suppose we can.  This will make us both Peior praeter 
diabolus.  But that's okay.  Good night."