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Date: Sat,  8 Jul 1995 17:20:59 UTC
Subject: Space, The Final Frontier? (Pedo, M/b)
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           ********WARNING************

This is a paedophilic story about sexual love and contact between 
a man and boy(s).

If you are under the age of consent in your country, please do 
not read further.

If reading or possessing this is going to make you a criminal in 
your country, think hard before continuing.  I take no 
responsibility for any consequences to you.

If you are unable to distinguish fantasy from reality, and think 
this story might make you go out and behave in a criminal way in 
your country, do not read it.  You are responsible for your own 
actions, and if not, should not be allowed out without 
supervision.

If this type of story is not to your taste, and you are going to 
find it distressing and unpleasant, then why are you reading it?  
The posting should be clearly marked, and if not the warning is 
clear enough.  Go find something better to do with your time than 
wasting it on things you will not enjoy.

To the rest of you, I hope you enjoy this story.


      ******** Space, the Final Frontier? *********

Fractionally before the blast caught him, Kim felt the vibrations 
of the explosion under his feet.  That, and the sudden cutting 
off of Peter's voice through the helmet speakers caused him to 
turn slightly, back towards the crawler.  He was lifted up, 
spinning in the near vacuum that was considered atmosphere for 
this God-forsaken planet, and thrown a considerable distance 
before crashing hard against a protruding rock.  His last 
conscious thought was the realisation that the hissing in his 
ears and star patterns in front of his eyes were not after 
effects from the concussion, but his air, rapidly escaping from 
his fractured face plate.

"Come on, please, get up!"  a high pitched voice yelled, muffled 
by the thick plastic of his helmet.  Kim stirred, and felt small 
hands pulling him over, onto his back.  Something seemed wrong, 
yet he was not yet recovered enough to pin-point what it was.
"Please!"  the voice begged.

The dazed man shook his head, attempting to bring his vision into 
focus.  He could just make out the small figure in front of him, 
but the crazed patterning in the perspex of his helmet prevented 
him seeing who it was.  They were obviously in a room or vehicle, 
because the figure was too small to be wearing a pressure suit, 
so Kim clicked open the clasps at his neck, and pushed the heavy 
helmet off.  

"But...." he just managed to say, before he realised he had no 
more words to describe his shock.  He still lay against the rock 
he had been thrown against, and he could now see the burning hulk 
of the crawler, some fifty yards away. In every direction was the 
bleak desolation of the dead planet, yet here he was, in the 
open, still breathing. By him crouched a young boy, no more than 
eleven or twelve, dressed in close fitting blue jeans, and a thin 
white T-shirt, he didn't even have shoes on!

"How...." again words failed him, as the boy tugged on his arm, 
trying to get him up.  He struggled to his feet, and looked at 
the crawler.

"Peter!" he called, and started towards the wreck.

"No, I'm sorry, he's dead."  the boy said, voice almost cracking 
in sorrow.

"We must check, there's air here, he could be alive!"

"Kim! No, we have to go NOW!" the boy's voice carried with it a 
tone of command that surprised the man, so much so that he 
stopped in his tracks, and turned back, inquiring. "He died when 
the first missile hit, Kim, we must go, they will be here soon, 
and they mustn't find us."

He reached out a hand.  Slowly, Kim lifted his gloved hand to 
meet the boy's, and let himself be led away from the destruction, 
leaving his helmet lying in the dust.

 ***********************************************************

The trooper stood, puzzled, looking down at the smashed and empty 
helmet, then glanced round at the surrounding dust.  They had 
been dropped by their battle-ship some hours before, to mop up 
any people on the ground, while the space battle raged above.  So 
far it had been easy, the Paedos proving lightly armed, and 
unsuspecting, but now there was a real problem. The corporal had 
ordered two self-guided missiles fired at the stationary crawler 
from several miles back, and the squad had been elated when both 
had scored direct hits.  But now.... 

The scum in the crawler must have been killed almost instantly, 
and his partially incinerated body was a pleasing sight, but the 
second bastard was nowhere to be seen, whats more, his helmet was 
lying useless on the ground, and two sets of foot-prints led away 
to the north.  One of them was obviously wearing suit-boots, but 
the other set looked almost like a small human's foot-print.  It 
naturally couldn't be, because any human without a pressure suit 
would have suffocated in minutes. The troopers knew this well, 
after all, what else could you do with a Paedo prisoner, except 
make sure they were comfortable by loosening their clothing?  
Somehow they never seemed to appreciate this concern, and always 
seemed to die shortly after - must be allergic to the company of 
real men!

Still, the General had ordered a complete tally of Paedo ground 
troops, so there was nothing the troopers could do but follow the 
tracks.  They had the nice thought that they might be the first 
to find the native life form that was helping the escaping Paedo, 
and then they could be first to find out if they was any fun to 
be had on this hell-hole world.  After all, the last few alien 
species had all proved interesting sport, even if only for a 
short time, and it was time a new one showed up.


The boy had led Kim for several miles, constantly glancing back 
over his shoulder, looking for signs of pursute, concerned fear 
etching itself on his face. Kim had been unable to make sense of 
what was happening, his bemused attention fixing only on the 
strangeness of the situation.  He watched the grey dust flow 
between the boy's toes, like fine sand on the beach, trying to 
find a familiar reference point from which he could work.  The 
suddenness of Peter's demise cut into him, they had been partners 
for years, searching together for a new home for their people, 
and it had always been dangerous work, but to have been found by 
Troopers!

  *******************************************************

As if the mere thought of them had drawn their attention, the 
first of the squad behind them came into the boy's view. Kim saw 
the widening of his eyes, and turned back to see the soldier 
raise his rifle, and the bright burst of light as the shot passed 
close by.  He ducked down, and started running beside the lad, 
sprinting now for a cleft in the rocks ahead.  More flashes 
danced around them, and for a moment Kim thought the boy had been 
hit, the light from one of the lasers seeming to light up his 
entire body, but although he stumbled and grasped his chest, he 
kept moving forward. A final burst of speed put them into cover, 
and they both fell forward, gasping.

"Come on," the boy forced out the words, "just a little further."

They crawled forwards, having to stay low to avoid the random 
shots above their heads, until the cleft deepened and widened 
out, opening to reveal a valley below. Kim's heart dropped to his 
boots.  The vista ahead was as bleak and devoid of cover as was 
the rest of the planet. He knew now that both he and the boy were 
doomed, destined to provide a moments entertainment for the men 
behind them. He slumped to the ground, giving up on any further 
flight. The boy was pleading with him to get up, go further into 
the valley, but he resisted until he glanced up to see the tears 
streaming down the boy's face.  He pushed himself up, and 
staggered down the gentle slope, expecting to feel the momentary 
warmth in the small of his back, which would preceded the searing 
pain of a direct hit from a laser rifle. Instead, the landscape 
shimmered, and a light breeze, laden with the scents of spring, 
brushed through his hair.  He looked up, and was astonished to 
see the valley change from the uniform dust grey to the varied 
colours of vegetation, sky lightening from black to blue, all in 
all like an idyllic day on Earth.

"Run!" yelled the boy, suddenly sprinting forward.  Kim looked 
back, and could see the grey dullness behind them, and a figure 
in a pressure suit looming out of the darkness, rifle moving to 
it's shoulder. Training took hold, and he rolled forward and to 
the side, attempting to disrupt the aim of the Trooper behind 
him.  As he hit the ground he changed the direction of his roll, 
spinning round to face his adversary, but there was no-one there!  
Instead of the expected view of the dead planet, the green of 
lush grass flowed up into rolling hills, small animals grazing 
here and there.

"Where...what..." he stuttered.

"It's alright, we're safe now."  The boy's voice was calm and 
soothing now, the earlier urgency vanishing like dew in summer. 
Kim looked down at him, taking in the fine boned features, clear 
green eyes, lightly tanned skin, topped by a layer of short brown 
hair.  The kid was, undoubtedly, beautiful, and most definitely 
knew it.

"OK, kid, we're safe," Kim decided that so far the lad had been 
on the right track, "so where are we, and where did you come 
from, come to think about it, who are you!"

  *******************************************************

The corporal spoke nervously into the radio. This was going to 
take some explaining. He had followed the Paedo into the cleft, 
and had seen him just before he vanished, shimmering into 
nothingness. The other Troopers had been covering him from 
behind, and were obviously confused by his explanation of their 
quarry's disappearance.  The Captain also sounded angry, and 
asked him to put his ranking private on to the radio to confirm 
the story. He moved away from the rest of the squad, kicking up 
the dust where the Paedo had stood.

"Corp," his second called over, "he doesn't believe you."

As the implication of the statement hit him, the corporal turned 
back to the other men, sliding his rifle from his shoulder. Three 
laser blasts caught him simultaneously, spreading agonising fire 
throughout his body.

The new corporal stood over the smoking remains of his late 
commander.

"Never thought you could be a Paedo lover." he muttered, "Come on 
you lot, we've got vermin to kill!"

 *************************************************************

"Don't you know me, Kim?" the boy seemed amused, a mistchevious 
glint in his eyes.

There was a hint of memory, but for the life of him, Kim could 
not place it.  His pressure suit felt heavy and hot in the clear 
sunlight, and he unfastened the large zip over his chest, pulling 
the fabric open.

"Leave that here, you won't need it again."

Somehow, trusting the boy's words, he shrugged off the bulky 
suit, to stand in ships clothing of shorts and T-shirt, feeling 
the cool grass beneath his feet.

"Race you down to the river!" the boy  challenged, sprinting down 
towards the base of the valley. Kim took after him, longer legs 
closing the gap the boy had created with his early start. He 
reached out to touch the boy, but found himself grasping thin air 
as the lad skipped aside, laughing. In the space of minutes his 
demeanour had changed from deep concern to playful happiness, and 
Kim realised there could be nothing to fear here. The game 
developed into a joyful chase, utterly different from the one 
shortly before, almost as if it was impossible to be unhappy in 
that place.

Dodging Kim's lunge as they reached the river side, the boy tore 
off his T-shirt, yelled "Let's swim!", and dove into the clear 
water. Panting from the recent exertion, the man paused only a 
second before following, coming to the surface beside the 
youngster, who promptly pushed him back under. The two played 
happily in the cool water, the memory of recent events hazing  
over, almost unimportant. Finally the boy pulled himself from the 
water, and stripped off his wet jeans, not even attempting to 
hide himself from Kim's gaze. His body was thin, just a hint of 
the musculature that would come with adulthood showing, perfect 
skin not yet touched by the scourge of adolescent achney. He 
faced directly at the man and looked down at his own groin, where 
his small penis was trembling upwards, slowly pointing towards 
the sky.  As it reached it's zenith, he looked back at Kim, and 
said "Good, isn't it?", a wide grin spreading over his face.

  ***************************************************

The fighters cut almost silently through the thin atmosphere, 
dropping swiftly on any small pockets of resistance left. There 
were very few of those now, most having surrendered as soon as 
their mother-ship had been destroyed. As the craft crested a 
ridge, three laser blasts cut between them from the ground below. 
The lead pilot triggered the radio to broadcast the blanket 
request for surrender, only to be answered with more gun fire. 
The blasts were ineffective against his ships, but to prevent any 
further losses on the ground, he targeted in and dropped a 
cluster of bombs. Three bodies looped high, then fell back almost 
gently under the light gravity. The pilot sighed to himself, 
regretting the deaths of more of the fanatics, and then reported 
back to base.

"Sorry, Commander, we have three more dead Earthers out here, no 
sign yet of Peter or Kim."

  **************************************************

Kim traced his fingers lightly along the sleeping boy's shoulder. 
It was so peaceful, lying under the shade of a tree on the soft 
grass, listening to the murmur of the river. Several hours had 
passed since the naked boy had helped him from the river, hours 
he knew he would never forget. The tender, tentative touching, 
building slowly to burning, passionate embraces.

He had held him in his arms, gently stroking the boy's hair, 
feeling the love of his warm body flowing between them. They had 
kissed, lips to lips, then again, deeper, probing the very inner 
corners of each others mouths. As they kissed the boy hung 
tightly round the man's neck, and Kim slid a hand over the small 
chest and soft stomach to the hard rod of his erection. The lad 
broke from his kiss to give a low moan as his tiny genitals were 
gently massaged by Kim's fingers. He thrust his hips forward, 
spreading his legs wide to let the man extend his fondling down 
over his scrotum and over the small rose of his rectum. They 
resumed kissing, as Kim pushed his little finger inside the boy, 
feeling the tight embrace of his sphincter while leaving his 
thumb and other fingers to play over the smooth boy testicles and 
penis. The lad released his grip on Kim's neck, reaching down 
into the man's crotch, holding the enlarged organ in his hand, 
stroking along it's length.

As one, the two lovers parted, swinging round to end up head to 
tail. Kim drew the small cock between his lips, feeling the boy's 
small mouth suck in his larger organ, engulfing it in the tender 
warmth of that little mouth. The small tounge drew circles along 
the length of his shaft, bring forth feelings Kim had not known 
since his own beloved had been slain on a far distant planet. He 
withdrew his smallest finger from the boy's arse, replacing it 
with his index finger, probing deeply into the lads intestines. 
The child wiggled his rear, trying to get more of the finger 
inside him, while attempting to swallow the entire length of the 
man's erection. Sucking in the small balls along side the little 
prick, Kim played the boy to perfection. Never had he found a 
lover so in harmony with him, and in whom he could sense every 
need, every nuance, of their love making.

Again, they moved as one, the boy lying on Kim's chest, head to 
head once more. Reaching back, the boy guided the large penis, 
wet with his own spit, to the target of his anus. He pushed back 
as Kim lunged forward, and the lad was impaled on Kim's waiting 
organ. Though the position did not allow for deep penetration, it 
gave them time to kiss and enjoy the others reactions, creating a 
more meaningful coupling, binding them together forever. 

It seemed like hours they were as one, until the slow thrusting 
into the boy's bottom brought Kim over the edge to climax. At the 
same time, the boy, pushing his hard penis into the man's 
stomach, came like never before. Holding each other close, they 
rolled to their sides, clasped together, but no longer connected, 
to drift to sleep.

The boy stirred under his ministrations, then came to full 
wakefulness.
'Come,' he said, 'We must go!'
He moved from the still prostrate man, pulling on his clothing as 
he went. Kim was puzzled by his urgency, but started to cast 
around for his few remaining garments.
'What's the hurry?' he asked.
'We have to get you back to your own time and ship,' the boy 
explained, 'before it's too late!'
Struggling into his ship suit, Kim questioned the boy further.
'I don't even know who you are, or what this is about, can't you 
tell me anything?'
The boy stopped, and looked at him sadly.
'My name is Eric, I used to live on this planet, until the Earth 
men arrived.'

Swiftly, with many catches in his voice, he related the story of 
that unfortunate planet. It had been inhabited by a group of free 
thinkers from Earth, just after the discovery of simple space 
travel. Until the arrival of an Earth Force fleet, it had been a 
verdant and fertile planet, supporting it's inhabitants in a 
simple but happy life. The Trooper's commander had been welcomed 
by Eric's father, acting as leader at that time. They had been 
welcomed as friends, accepting the hospitality of their hosts, in 
a friendly manner, until Eric, smitten by the commander's deputy, 
asked if the man would like to sleep with him that night. They 
had shot his father and mother within seconds, laughing as the 
smouldering corpses fell to the ground. He had run, dressed only 
in his T-shirt and jeans, only to be felled by a laser blast to 
his legs as he tried to leap the compound wall. The Troopers had 
laughed at his struggles to escape, then brought his younger 
sister and brother out of the house, slowly blasting them to 
death in front of his eyes. Then they had donned space suits, and 
watched, while some weapon of their fleet drew away the planets 
atmosphere. Watched, as he had painfully suffocated, as the rest 
of his world had died around him.

What they did not realise, as they laughed at his death, was they 
were binding him to the planet, creating a force to foil their 
future machinisatisions. When Kim;s friend Peter had cried out in 
the moment of his demise, Eric had been woken from his sleep, to 
aid his fellow sufferers. Eric told Kim that now was the time to 
return him to his friends, to the ship he had left so long ago. 
Grabbing the man by the hand, he led him forwards, and the green 
grass faded into the background, leaving the gleaming white of 
the mother ship's bridge. All around, figures stood immobile, as 
if time was no longer in existence for them. Kim turned to his 
lover turned rescuer.
'What happens to you, Eric?'
'I don't know. I love you'
'I love you too, and I don't want to lose you.'
Eric ran to his love, clasping him tight.

The bridge solidified, and the figures began to move.
'Kim! How did you get here,' the Captain exclaimed, 'and who the 
hell is this!'
Her voice broke the spell around Kim and Eric, and they realised 
that not only had Kim been rematerialised on the deck of the 
ship, but it seemed that Eric had too. They looked at each other, 
grins as wide as could be, while the rest of the crew looked on 
in astonishment.

   ***************  The end?  *********************


Thank you for reading this far.  I hope you have enjoyed the 
story, and if you have any comments, please send them on.  
This particular story is very unpolished, but I was getting
depressed at the lack of M/b stories in a.s.s. presently.
Constructive critisim is always welcome.  Flames, well, I you 
have got this far and still want to flame me, go ahead, I'll 
ignore them anyhow, so you will have wasted yet more of your 
time.

Baloo.
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