Date: Sun, 08 Jan 2006 21:10:36 +0000
From: Zack McNaught <bwriterb@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mark's Bedtime Story

Disclaimer: the following story is about a man sexually abusing an eight
year old boy. It's fantasy, that's why the boy is so compliant. In real
life, this doesn't happen. You may find this offensive, if so leave now.
I'm always looking for feedback on my stories, and inspiration, in whatever
form, for my next work. If you want to get in touch and help me out, my
e-mail address is bwriterb@hotmail.com.
Thanks for reading. Zack.


I smiled down at Mark and he grinned back from his prone position. At eight
he was cute as hell, and just young enough to still enjoy a bedtime story. I
had a pretty good idea from the look on his face which one he would ask for
this evening.
"You want a story then?"
Mark grinned and nodded manically, barely containing himself.
"Ok, which one?"
"Guess!"
"Alright, I'll guess. The one about the farmer and the weird cows?"
Mark giggled and shook his head.
"Er, how about the one about the aeroplane who talks?"
Another giggle, another shake of the head.
"Ok, I give up, which one do you want?"
I wasn't about to make this easy for him. He had to want it and ask for it.
"You know the one!"
Now he was bashful, blushing slightly. I feigned ignorance.
"Nope. I have no idea. Which story do you want?"
"You know, the one with the man... and the giant..."
There, it had been said. Now it could begin again, as it did once every so
often.
"You want the story about the giant looking for his dinner?"
An enthusiastic nod.
"Ok here goes. Once upon a time there was a huge giant who roamed the land
each night in search of a juicy man to eat."
That was Mark's cue to throw back the covers and reveal the land to me. I
wasn't surprised to find him naked, he would always get that way before we
played these days. The first few times I'd tried the story, it took a bit of
creative thinking about clearing mists to get him out of his pyjamas. He was
a truly beautiful boy, slim but not overly thin, with a golden tan all over,
except for the bright white triangle of his crotch. He grinned up at me
impudently, not yet conditioned by society to think that what was about to
occur was in any way wrong. I started the story proper.
"The giant looked everywhere for someone to eat. He looked here..."
I grabbed Mark's right armpit and lifted it, immediately going for his
armpit and tickling until his laughter threatened to grow too loud.
"... but there was nothing there. He tried there..."
This time it was Mark's left armpit that suffered, tickled until he bent
double giggling.
"Nope, nothing there, either. The giant tried searching all over the land..."
This was where the fun really started, my hands roaming all over Mark's
body, eliciting giggles in some places, signs and contented moans in others,
until there was only one place left to hunt.
"Eventually, there was only one place the giant hadn't looked – the valley..."
Now it started to get a little more serious, and Mark knew what was coming.
When my hand landed on his knee, the smiles were gone, replaced with what I
can only describe as a look of juvenile lust in his eyes.
Slowly I trailed up the valley between his thighs, spreading them slightly
as I went, maintaining eye contact all the time. When my index finger
brushed against his scrotum, Mark could take the tension no longer, his eyes
snapping shut, his mouth and his legs falling open.
I wasted no time in grabbing his dick and giving it a playful tug. Mark's
erection was impressive for a boy his age, a genuine four inches and not too
thin, with a long foreskin that puckered over the end. I could see the end
of his foreskin glowing pink in stark contrast to the white skin of his
shaft, a sure sign he'd been playing around a bit before I got there.
"The giant finally found a man standing proud at the head of the valley."
Mark's dick was always hard before we even started the story these days, but
when we began the man had always been playing dead at the top of the valley.
He was never anything but proud now.
"At first the giant tried to take the man away to his cave and cook him
there..."
As I said this, I was tugging up and down on Mark's dick, wanking him slowly
and rhythmically.
"... but the man was holding on to the ground and wouldn't let go. The giant
tried pulling harder..."
At which point I started wanking him hard and fast, getting him worked up
for the finale. Mark was panting now, occasionally wetting his lips with his
tongue, moaning when his mouth was closed. I decided I'd better finish the
story in case he got there before me.
"... but the man still held on. So the giant decided that he would just have
to eat the man right there and then."
Even though he knew what was coming, Mark still gasped in surprise as my
mouth surrounded his erection, taking the whole thing in one go. I knew he
was really close, so I didn't mess around, sucking hard and rapidly bobbing
my head. Sure enough, within half a minute Mark's dry orgasm hit home, his
hands grabbing fistfuls of my hair and his hips bucking up, pushing his dick
as far into my mouth as he could get it.
Mark's dick always softened up pretty quickly once he came, and by the time
I let it slip from between my lips, glistening with saliva, it was flaccid.
Mark had either passed out or fallen asleep, so I finished the story in a
whisper.
"... and eventually the man fainted right there on the spot..."


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