Date: Wed, 26 Nov 2003 17:25:28 -0800 (PST)
From: Illusion of Conformity <illusionofconformity@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Forbidden Fruit

DISCLAIMER:  This story contains sexual acts involving an adult male and a
young boy.  If your state of morality precludes you from enjoying such a
work, please read no further.

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questions or comments, I truly appreciate feedback.  Please e-mail me at
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"The Forbidden Fruit"
by Illusion of Conformity (illusionofconformity@yahoo.com)

	I could no longer stand the relentless temptation.  The prospect had
haunted me now for almost a fortnight. Everywhere I went I could hear it
beckoning like a distant knolling of church bells.  The inexorable lust was
ever in my company, gnawing at me regardless if what I was doing or however I
tried to occupy my time.  Let me explain...

	My sister Danielle had left in my care her son Jordan.  She and her
businessman, or lawyer - I forget which - of a husband were off on one of
their two-week summer getaways and the recent death of my mother
understandably precluded Danielle's ability to leave little Jordy with
grandma. Thus, my current state of bliss.  She no-doubt saw my considerable
vacation - I was a schoolteacher - as a likely host with whom she could tuck
away her son for a couple of weeks so she could enjoy an expensive, if not
otherwise pointless, trip in Hawaii, or Paris, or wherever they were off to
this time.

	It's not like I was complaining.  Jordan was absolutely stunning.  His
soft, brown hair was the kind girls would envy, playfully flirting with the
collar of his shirt.  His ice blue eyes were entrancing and he was in every
other aspect a godling.  He was very affectionate in his manner, always
wrapping his arms around me and telling me I was his favorite uncle.  It was
really amazing to be in his presence...truly a pity that my sister lived in
South Florida and I, in Minneapolis - not exactly conducive to me being able
to see Jordan very often.  As a matter of fact, before the recent funeral of
my mother, I had not seen Jordan since he was in the third grade, which must
have made him 8, since he was now proudly proclaiming that he was entering
the fifth grade and I knew him to be 10.  Whenever I spent time with him, I
was easily entranced by his tender beauty.  His affectionate mannerisms
usually ended up causing him climb all over me causing rather interesting
reactions in myself that I took care to conceal.

	The past two weeks had been no different.

	Jordan and I had an absolute blast.  We went to the movies together as
well as amusement parks, the swimming pool, the arcade...and, throughout it
all, the most distinguishing characteristic as far as Jordan was concerned
was the endless adorable smile he wore.  As for me, I fully enjoyed our time
together, but beyond the obvious happiness of our company lay another level
of desire - I wanted Jordan in a much different way, as well.

	Every night in bed I tossed and turned.  What would it be like to enter
his bedroom?  Danielle said he was a hard sleeper.  Maybe I could get a look
at him sleeping?  Maybe more?

	I had fought off the demon for two weeks.  I beat him back - not with
moral virtue, mind you - but with the awareness that I had feelings for Jordy
beyond such base desires.  It wouldn't be right to succumb to such
temptations, if not with my nephew, then at least not with someone I also
loved in such a pure way.

	But this night the demon was having none of it.  I could not
resist...and I made up my mind.  When Jordan would be asleep I would see what
I could get away with.

	2:04 AM

	Jordan had been asleep for almost two hours now.  We had stayed up late
watching one of his favorite movies.  He wanted to be held by me for most of
the movie and I abided.  That fact stung me like a sword at my side as I
opened the guest bedroom door to get a view of the surroundings.

	The window on the right was open and occasionally would cause the
curtain to twirl about in the moonlight.  In bed straight ahead lay Jordan
peacefully asleep.  He had his head turned softly to the right and his mouth
slightly open.  His right hand was near his mouth and, other than that, he
was covered.

	I advanced towards the door only to accidentally kick one of his
miniature cars across the room.  The noise it produced made me hesitate...but
all remained the same so I proceeded onwards.

	It was a warm night.  The moonlight illuminated Jordan's face as I
stood on the left side of the bed.  I stood there and gazed for a little
while before temptation ordered me to proceed.  I carefully took the top of
the comforter and slid it all the way down.  As I removed the cover, the
moonlight revealed more and more of Jordan to me.  First his chest, rising
and falling with each breath, then his boxer shorts, then his thighs, knees,
and feet.  Throughout it all, Jordan did not stir.  I marveled at him...but
soon the temptation to touch would grow stronger.  I wanted to check if he
was fully asleep so I tickled his feet a bit.  Nothing.

	His feet felt soft to my touch - the skin almost like silk.  Longing
poured into me to the point that I lost all rationale and soon I was on my
knees by the bed kissing Jordy's feet.  It was not unlike Lenten Catholic
ceremonies where the lay would kiss the feet of Christ in sorrow for their
sins.  Jordan was likewise my Savior...except he rescued me from the abyss of
lust.

	I kissed the soles of both of his feet repeatedly and then I began to
lick them.  I then realized the danger of him waking only to be calmed when I
saw everything was like it were before I entered the room.  Well, everything
except that the cover was off Jordan and I was sucking on his toes.

	I kissed up his feet and to his knee and then I licked the beyond-silky
underside of his knees.  At the same time, my hands deigned to caress
Jordan's smooth angelic thighs.  I kissed up from his knees to his thighs to
be greeted with the erotic yet horrific realization that Jordy was becoming
erect.  If an erection was dawning, surely he felt what I was doing on some
level!

	Then the illogical happened.  Rather than being scared off by the
realization that Jordan may be something other than unconscious, I began to
wonder what his member looks like.  Through his boxers, I could see a rather
impressive bulge appearing.

	Without thinking, and with a swift deep breath, I unbuttoned his boxers
and his penis appeared.  3 inches of boyhood stood erect as a soldier,
complete with the helmet of his circumcised head.

	Jordan's breathing changed.

	His breaths became deeper and louder.  Likewise, my own heart was
beating like a drum.  I was almost afraid that my heartbeats would waken him.
I was not able to resist the next act...it was simple magnetism.  I knew I
should not do it...I knew all sorts of risks were intertwined with it...but
nevertheless I took him into my mouth.  In one quick movement, bliss entered
into my head as Jordan's boyhood entered my mouth.  I ran my tongue around
him gently - there was no stopping me now -  and I began to bob my head up
and down Jordan's throbbing cocklet.  Despite this, Jordan lay still.  As a
matter of fact, other than his breathing and erection, he had not moved an
inch throughout the entire ritual in which I worshipped him.  I sucked him
softly on and on, but rather than bringing upon his climax, a climax of
reason took place in my own mind and reality hit me along with the risk
involved in what I was doing.

	I trembled.

	I removed myself from Jordan's penis and replaced the button as it
were.  The hill was there as before - if anything, it was larger now.  I
fumbled about 'till I had correctly placed the covers back as they were on
Jordan.  My heart raced.  I made my way towards the exit of his room and
closed the door behind me.  Then I returned to my own bed.

	2:28 AM

	I lay there turned towards the wall.  My heart beat so hard I could
almost feel it choking me in blood.  All manner of guilt enveloped me.  I
could almost see the vast dominion of hell opening up its jaws and pulling at
me like a black hole.  I could hear the shrieks of the damned calling at me -
or maybe it was my creaking door... Wait a second - my creaking door!

	I heard the sound of footsteps and then their ceasing at my bed.  I
dared not turn around, partially from guilt and embarrassment, and partially
because I half-expected some archangel to be present with a sword with which
he would undoubtedly send me to hell.

	"Uncle Tom?" the voice asked...