From: an12284@anon.penet.fi (* Mark E. Dassad *)
Subject: NEW STORY: "Rainy Saturday Afternoon" (man/boy)
X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories
Date: Fri, 19 Feb 1993 02:09:17 GMT
Well one post finally made it through (twice to a.s.b, sorry, honest)
So I'll try this again.
***
Ok kids, this is about:
** Incestuous Man-Boy relationship (I.e. pedophilia )
No violence, but there is some pain (Wow *that's* a new kink for ME
8>) Maybe a tad skimpy on the consent issue... that's a warning,
no flames, cuz i warned you. I play nice.
..Sorry if I disappoint my fans expecting something different,
As always, for god sake don't read this if the subject disgusts you,
and likewise don't propagate it to non-consenting sites (BBS etc.)
(C) 1993 Mark E. Dassad. May be reproduced and redistributed
un-edited and un-altered in electronic format for NON-PROFIT
ONLY with this notice intact. The author reserves the right
to sell paper copies at huge profit to the disconnected. Any
other use constitutes fraud, and you'll be hunted down like a
dawg and violated if you violate this. Okay you can fix typos,
but only if you send me corrections.
RAINY SATURDAY AFTERNOON
The rain on the roof is a relentless white noise and I long to lace up
my running shoes and head for the trail down by the lake that borders
my sister's property. Instead I am sitting in the bathtub looking at
a magazine while her boy plays quietly downstairs, she having gone to
the City for the afternoon on some important business matter. I pay
no attention to those things; our parents' trust fund keeps me quite
well, along with the random sums I acquire through freelance
illustration.
I think about her son and I gently stroke myself, listening to the
gurgle of the warm soapy bathwater as I pull at my cock beneath the
surface. My sister's ex-husband though a thorough pig sired an
incredibly gorgeous child. Thin and tall, like my sister, he has his
father's full, sensuous lips and piercing blue eyes nearly hidden by
an unruly mop of golden brown curls. I wonder how any man could look
on this boy's beautiful lips and not imagine them closed around his
penis sucking the seed of life from his loins. I cannot imagine
anyone with a functioning penis could spy this beautiful boy's firm
young buttocks shifting under his clothing as he scampers about
without imagining burying himself as deeply as possible and partaking
fully of the delights sure to lie within those magnificent cheeks.
I grow harder as I stroke myself to visions of plundering this boy's
ass and I feel as if I might come at any moment.
"What are you doing, Uncle?"
My erection sags as I realize the boy is leaning in the doorway,
twisting a curl at the side of his face, sucking thoughtfully on his
lower lip. My eyes had been closed, conjuring images of his firm
smooth body as I masturbated.
I smile encouragingly.
"Enjoying a bath. Come sit by the tub and talk to me while I bathe."
The boy moves to sit on the toilet seat, barefoot toes curling on the
smooth porcelain edge of the tub he stares in awe at my penis as it
bobs back to life, hoping against hope...
"Why does it move like that??" he asks, sounding a bit scared. "It's
so... big. *Mine* doesn't do that."
I smile at him.
"It feels really nice like this. Come into the tub and bathe with me.
I'll show you how to make yours dance too."
He hesitates a moment, sucking on his lower lip. I smile
encouragingly, stroking myself slowly as he watches my cock grow
harder and longer. He stretches out a small foot to test the water,
dipping in his big toe, splashing around a bit. His toe brushes the
head of my cock and I cannot help but moan.
He giggles a little boy laugh at my uncontrollable expression of lust,
doffs his jeans and t-shirt and hops into the end of the tub facing
me, doing a little dance as his feet accustom themselves to the heat
of the water, all the while giggling and clutching at his genitals.
My penis leaps at the sight of all this wet wiggling naked boy. I
reach out my hands to his and gently pull him towards me, petting his
little penis lovingly stroking his small perfect testicles as they
sway in their sack; unaccustomed to such affection his tiny prick
hardens appreciatively and his eyes droop; a small lustful sigh
escapes his lips.
I press my advantage, draw him forward, still stroking, he is
straddling my hips, his penis dances in front of my mouth and I must
taste it; he is such a choice specimen of boy that I think I could
devour him whole. I place wet hands against his backside, they cover
his small buttocks, press him gently forward, I suck his entire penis
and testicles into my mouth, rolling them around with my tongue, my
thick moustache tickling his smooth soft groin I marvel at the
sensation of his smooth hairless balls rolling around in my mouth.
He leans forward to place his hands against the shower wall; with this
support he is grinding his young hips into my face, humping
instinctively as I suck him. I dip a forefinger into the bathwater
and worm it between his buttocks, slowly penetrating the firm button
of his ass I feel his little pecker dance merrily against the roof of
my mouth as I drive my finger into his anus pushing the digit in and
out, slowly finger fucking his tight little ass as he moans and twists
in the throes of his juvenile lust I slip my other forefinger into
him, still sucking, still fucking, I use my mouth to push him away
from the wall, my fingers are pulling him open, I push him inexorably
towards my straining shaft my penis seems to rise up off my groin and
pry between my fingers as he squats over my cock...
I have pulled my mouth from his rock hard little peter and am kissing
him deeply my tongue is sliding wetly in his mouth, his small hands
clutched around my neck I feel his pecker against my stomach as if he
were trying to fuck my belly button my cock arches between my fingers
stretching his asshole wide...
The boy stiffens against me as my adult sized cock splits open his
small anal passage and a wail escapes his lungs hissing out around my
probing tongue I *try* to stop, knowing his tiny sphincter is not used
to my cock, his rectum has never been penetrated in such a way but my
prick seems to have a will of it's own and I cannot help but clutch
him to me, his tiny penis wilting as pain overtakes lust. My cock
arches up into his slender young body, driving itself balls deep into
the hot depth of his bowels and I moan loudly into his wailing
mouth...
The initial penetration overwhelms me; jolt after electrifying jolt of
pleasure courses through my body and I manage only a few feeble
thrusts before I am spewing semen up into his colon. I slip my
softening penis from his ass; the boy is clutching me, his head on my
shoulder, his soft pink form pressed against my hairy torso, weeping
openly. I stroke his buttocks gently, scooping some warm soapy water
onto his back, and reach between our bodies to manipulate his soft
little penis.
He pulls away from my body and leans back against my knees, still
whimpering but no longer sobbing, mollified by my expert manipulation
of his prick he sits half-prone in my lap as I continue to stimulate
him.
I reach for the tube of shampoo, squeezing a bright blue dollop onto
my fingertips I rub it around his penis and balls and the boy begins to
smile again, and giggle.
"That hurt, what you did."
He admonishes me from where he is sitting, but he is smiling in spite
of himself, his head is tipping back and he is starting to moan again
as I work at his groin, the bright pink head of his pecker is poking
sharply out of a frothy mound of shampoo suds and his balls dance like
Mexican jumping beans, cupped in my palm. I work the shampoo around
his balls, pressing at his sphincter again he tenses it and I do not
insist on entry this time I simply stroke and tickle it as I work his
genitals he is moaning and twisting; something happens, he seems to
orgasm but does not ejaculate. He lies limply in my lap resting back
against my knees he looks into my face, searching, I'm not sure for
what.
He sits up in my lap and looks between our legs at our genitals lying
happily exhausted atop each other.
"It doesn't have to hurt," I promise, looking deep into his eyes.
"Next time, I'll be more careful."
He does not react at the mention of a "next time" except to suck
thoughtfully at his bottom lip and reach a curious hand to brush at my
thick black chest hair.
I kiss this beautiful boy lightly on the forehead and lick playfully
at the freckles sprinkled across the bridge of his nose. He giggles
and hops up out of the tub, grabbing his clothes he skitters out of
the bathroom.
I watch his naked buttocks flee the scene of their lost virginity and
I return to my magazine, but the bathwater has gone cold and it is
still raining and I'm bored.
***********finis
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