Date: Sat, 24 Oct 2009 11:53:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Venn <johnvenn1945@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: A Cautionary Tale

Disclaimer:

This story contains scenes of a sexual nature between boys. If this is not
to your taste, or is illegal where you live, or you find it morally
offensive, then read no further and leave now!!

The story is purely imaginary and bears no resemblance to any living person
or persons as far as I know, much as you or I might wish!

Other stories of mine may be found under 'Prolific Authors' at Nifty.

Comments are always welcome at johnvenn1945@yahoo.co.uk
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A Cautionary Tale
by
Alexander

This story, O best beloved, is a tale of what may happen if you don't keep
your mind clean and pure. You must always keep a watchful eye on your
thoughts, lest some naughty and dangerous ones worm their way into your
brain and try to corrupt your innocence. One little boy didn't, and look
what happened to him ....

"You must always be on your guard against impure thoughts," his mummy and
daddy had often told him when he was younger, especially when they were
bathing him and the little thing at the top of his legs got hard. He didn't
know why it got hard, and he didn't know what impure thoughts were either.
When he asked his mummy what sort of thoughts were impure, and why his
thing got hard, all she did was to go red and said, `ask your daddy.'  By
the way she said it, he just knew that it must be something bad and so he
decided that he wouldn't ask.

Time went by, as time has a habit of doing, and a few years had passed
since his mummy and daddy had last bathed him. They stopped when the thing
between his legs, his peter they called it, suddenly seemed to grow more
than the rest of him did and it turned from a tiny little-finger sized
thing into one which looked more like a baby carrot. And when it got hard,
it got even bigger. Sometimes when he washed himself down there, it got
hard all by itself, which made it easier to clean, so he didn't mind. It
also felt nice as well.

In his mind he was a bit mixed up though. Sometimes it got hard without him
touching it, and when it did, he used to put a hand on it to try and make
it go away, but if his mummy or daddy saw him doing it, they would tell him
to `move his hand', `stop it', or `leave it alone' as if he was doing
something wrong. But he had to touch it sometimes so's he could clean it or
go to the bathroom. It was ages before he worked out that he should only
touch it when he was by himself and no-one else could see him. That was OK
because he found out that he always felt good when he held it and he could
hold it and even play with it for as long as he wanted if he was by
himself. It felt even nicer `cause he knew it was naughty as well.  When
he was eleven and went to the big school, he had to get changed for PE and
stuff with all the other boys. He liked seeing all of his school friends
getting undressed `cause he could look at their peters to see if they were
all like his. He was glad to see that they were: some were a bit bigger
than his, some were a bit smaller. Some even seemed to be missing a bit of
skin at the end of them, but they looked OK anyway. Some of them even got
hard, but no-one seemed to care, they just carried on getting changed as if
nothing had happened.

When he got to be twelve, some of the boys began to hide their peters when
they got changed and got a bit angry when they saw someone looking at
them. That was funny because some of the same boys liked playing games in
the playground when they tried to grab each other between their legs. He
liked that game because it made him feel good when he was caught, or
someone caught him. It was also a naughty game which made it even
better. He also learned a lot of new words for his peter, but he didn't
like any of them 'cause they all ended in 'k' and sounded dirty. In any
case, peter was a nice name.

When he was bored in lessons, he would sometimes think of the boys he liked
to play the game with the most. Those who let him hold on for just a bit
longer than the others, or those who held on to him the longest. One of
these boys was his best friend Jason. He liked Jason and went to his house
a lot when they played games on his computer up in his bedroom.

It was one day when he was playing on the computer with Jason in his
bedroom that he suddenly thought that it would be nice to hold Jason's
peter again, just for a minute. He put his hand on top of it and squeezed
just a little bit. Jason was surprised at first, but grinned at him and
opened his legs a little more so's he could feel it better. Jason reached
over and held his as well, which was good and they both got hard.

"Can I see it?" Jason asked.

They'd seen each other lots in PE at school, but they'd never had a proper,
close-up look. He knew this was very naughty, and probably one of those
`impure thoughts things' that his mummy and daddy had told him about, but
as there was no one else in the house, and no one would ever find out, he
said, "OK, but just this once."

When they showed each other their peters, both of which were sticking out
`cause they were hard, he felt all tickly and warm inside. When they
touched each other, it was much better and they both liked it a lot. It
felt so good that they stopped playing the computer game and played with
their peters instead. They did this for ages until it was time for him to
go home.

Later that night when he was in bed, he let his hand hold his peter and
waited until it got hard.  It did this when he thought of Jason and the fun
he'd had at his house today, in fact it even got harder he thought. He
didn't care that he was having some of those impure thoughts, they were
nice ones. He was rubbing his hand up and down his peter, thinking that
Jason might like to do it again tomorrow when suddenly his whole body
seemed to light up and he saw stars and all sorts of other things. It made
him a bit scared at first, but when he found out he hadn't hurt himself, he
decided he liked the feeling and did it again. Then he got tired, and last
thought he had before he went to sleep was that he must tell Jason and see
what he thought about it.

He was a bit annoyed to find out that Jason already knew about the funny
feelings and wondered why he hadn't been told about them. Didn't really
matter though `cause he'd found out anyway. They both got on the bed and
played with each other until the feelings came. It was so good that they
did it three times and then had to stop `cause their peters felt sore. He
knew he'd said they could only do it once, but he just couldn't help
himself. It felt so much better when someone else was rubbing your peter
and you were rubbing theirs.

They did it to each other lots of times after that, deciding that even if
it was very naughty, they liked it so much that they couldn't stop. It was
like having a bag of your favourite sweets, you just can't stop eating them
after you've had only one.

They didn't even stop doing it when the other boys made jokes and said
nasty things about boys who did `things' to each other. He just thought
that they didn't know what they were talking about, but he knew enough not
to tell them that, after all they were impure thoughts and you shouldn't
ever talk about them.

When they got to 13, they were still doing things to each other. Some of
them were real dirty like when you rubbed for long enough, this stuff came
out and you felt a bit tired. But the feelings you got when you made the
stuff squirt out were so really, really good that you didn't care. It was
even dirtier when you put each other's peters in your mouths and licked and
sucked until the stuff came. Dirtier, but real nice. Sometimes when he
stayed all night at Jason's they did things all night and slept late the
following day, but they didn't care `cause they felt so good. In any case,
they had to look at each other a lot to see how much hair they'd grown
since the last time, and whilst you were looking, you might just as well do
the other stuff as well `cause that's what made your hair grow. At least,
that's what Jason said and he seemed to know all about that sort of stuff.

One day, he told Jason about the impure thoughts that his mummy and daddy
had warned him about ages ago. After they'd talked for a bit, they agreed
that they didn't matter provided that no one else knew what they were
doing. In any case, they reasoned, they'd only been warned against them
`cause their parents didn't want them to enjoy themselves and get the good
feelings. "Parents always wanna spoil it whenever you have fun," Jason
said. "And we're not little boys anymore."

He agreed. In any case he worked out, he didn't have impure thoughts
anymore. They were just for kids. He just knew he liked what he was doing
with Jason and they wouldn't ever stop. That didn't take any thinking about
at all. He even thought about doing it with other boys, but only those who
didn't know what impure thoughts were. Or those who knew, but didn't care
anyway.

The End.