Date: Sun, 11 Nov 2007 11:19:02 -0800 (PST) From: Story Writer <feestyoreayes@yahoo.com> Subject: Adam Dancer - Chapter 13 WARNING: This story is fiction and any names, elements or places in this account are drawn totally from my own imagination. If you have a problem with material like this, then please do not torture yourself by reading it. Though the chapters deal with homosexual exploration by young boys, I try to also get into affection, conflict and difficulties for boys who a trying to discover who they are and what their relationships are all about. If you are too young to be reading these stories then please leave and return when you are of age. Comments are welcomed. I can be reached at feestyoreayes@yahoo.com. I want to again thank all the people who have sent emails to me. I have enjoyed the comments and loved the suggestions. Chapter Thirteen Caleb and Fred The wiry woman wore a traditional dark veil. Only the white, oval cameo figure of an infant Brenda at her neck relieved the black of her mourning dress. The twin coffins, simple and modest in the ornate setting of Highgate Cemetery, glistened in the sunny afternoon. Because Emily was a celebrity, there were many familiar show business mourners, mixing with well-known sports figures. The BBC, ITV and Channel 4 had their news people and cameras everywhere. There was an incongruity between the modern trappings and the Victorian angel figures in the famous English cemetery. Emily's grandson, an eleven year old boy named Caleb, planned the funeral service at the tall-spired St. Mary Abbots Parish Church of Kensington. The eulogy was simple and dignified, a poetic recitation requested by Caleb from Dr Elizabeth Koepping, a lecturer in world Christianity at his mother's beloved University of Edinburgh. The boys' choir, Libera, sang "I Vow to Thee My Country", a favorite of Emily and Caleb. Sidney Collingsworth may not have known how young he would be when he died, but he planned his estate thoroughly and brilliantly. Even clauses concerning the preservation of intellectual property willed an almost perpetual flow of wealth to Caleb. Corporate stock and sizable insurance policies, some doubling upon accidental death fed huge sums into trusts exclusively dedicated to the eleven year old ballet dancer. Because Caleb loved his dear England, where his most carefree days were enjoyed with his Nana, The boy settled in the comfortable home of his maternal grandmother. It took him little time to enroll in a fine theatre school on Rossmore Road in Marylebone, as well as finding a challenging ballet academy that emphasized the dancing philosophy of Dame Margot Fontaine. At his side through the events after the accident was the boy he loved, Fred Basehart. He was the one who phoned Emily about what happened for, at the time, Caleb was as needy as an infant. He literally fed Caleb, dressed the boy and took him to toilet for three days. The tall boys now always slept together, unclothed. Total trust and the sadness of the world outside their bedroom in Aspen, helped the boys contain their growing senses of sexual attraction. The intimacy prevailed in the interlude in New York's Carlyle Hotel, Emily securing a separate suite for the lovely boys. There was no question that Fred would go to England with Caleb. His parents were very supportive of this intense friendship. After some tutoring, Fred enrolled in a private day school in London that catered to an international bunch of bright boys and girls. He helped form a basketball team for the boys, enjoying playing the game with boys from England, Asia, South Africa, Germany and France. As the boys lay on their shared bed, happily exhausted by a day of classes, sports and dancing, Caleb propped up his head in a tiny hand. "Fred, I feel weird." Caleb declared. "Is it weird or is it you feeling something for me?" Fred wondered. "It is me feeling something for you and I feel super embarrassed." "I think that's happening to me too. I am thinking different kinds of thoughts about you. It doesn't include girls, Caleb. I don't get it. I don't understand myself. I hear my own voice now and it's like not my voice. It's like I am hearing a different boy speaking." "Do you hate that voice, Fred? Is it saying things that are wrong for you? Do we need to stop sleeping together because that voice is being queer?" "I don't hate it, Caleb. And sleeping with you is something I need. This all just takes some getting used to. I think it is the real me. At least I hope it's the better me." "It is a "you" I like a lot." "And maybe what I think about you, a lot, is very homo." "I think maybe I am thinking queer thoughts about homosexual stuff as well, Fred." "That doesn't make me love you any less. In fact if you are a little girly fag it sort of turns me on." "Fred, when you feel queer with me, what do you think about." "I think about what I hear and feel and smell and see." "You mean me?" "Yes." "Fred, I'm only eleven and haven't even wanked ever. But I have some special kinda homo thoughts about you." "Don't be afraid to tell me, Caleb. I think something ultra weird has taken me over `cause I am totally in love with you no matter how queer you get with me." "I want to do something very homo with you." "I think I know." "I look at your dick and want to do something." "Are you sure you just aren't trying to please me?" "Believe me, Fred, I want to please you, but I just look at your big penis and think it is so beautiful." "Talking about it is doing something to me." Fred said as he shifted, causing the stiffening male organ to jerk. "My little Willy is getting hard from me just looking at your long boner! It looks so yummy to me." "Your little dick is so damned cute. I never saw a young boy's cock stiff before, but I don't think any could be as perfect looking as Caleb's. Is this really homo-hating Fred talking? Maybe my mind never could handle what was the real me. The real me is queer for a pretty boy, with wild, new thoughts about you." They were now locked in an embrace. Lips pressed urgently as Caleb gently fingered the shaft of Fred's engorged cock. They kissed with a frantic search for a union that parts of them feared and longed for at the same time. The tall and beautiful eleven year old boy whispered inaudible murmurings and bravely set their paths to homosexual love. Caleb sank to his knees on the floor, like an urgent supplicant. He waited for a positive reaction, as Fred sat on the edge of the bed. The tall, slim boy looked up at Fred with his sky-blue seductive eyes and smiled like a girl, as he glided his lips to a knee and worked kisses up to the older boy's inner thigh. The older boy smiled assent. The large circumcised penis brushed against the cheek of the eleven year old prepubescent beauty. Caleb excitedly licked the tendon and planted juicy kisses on the tight and hairless scrotum. Once he had begun, it seemed so right. Stopping was out of the question for both highly aroused young homosexual boys Kissing lips and curious eyes discovered that there were the beginnings of curly hairs above Fred's penis, slick from pre-cum that Fred had spread as he fondled his own cock. Caleb could no longer resist the delicious looking pre-adolescent cock. Caleb brushed his full red lips seductively against the rounded glans, bright red and wet from the sexual excitement. The sweet taste of the fluid oozing out of the slit made the little fairy boy sigh. And the boy smell of a sweating pubescent boy was erotic and lovely. Caleb had never been instructed about performing fellatio, nor ever seen boys sucking cock, but his fairy boy instincts were good and his work down between the 12 year old boy's legs made Fred moan and croon with pleasure. The American athlete ran fingers through dark lustrous hair of the pretty English lad and whispered words of love as Caleb took half of the six inches of penis into his warm mouth. Caleb was now immersed in a strange world of intense joy and erotic discovery. He tightened his soft lips in a sexual love grip around the thin, white stalk of boyish cock-sucking pleasure. The pretty little fairy's tongue joyously and urgently probed and licked every part of the delicious cock; his lips and tongue feeling the penis head swell in his cock sucking mouth. The engorged glans was throbbing and emitting juices for a little girly-boy to taste and swallow, as Fred reveled in the oral stimulation. Deep into pretty Caleb's sucking little mouth went the rock hard penis, stimulated and throbbing and glistening from its initiation into homosexual play with a sucking girly boy. The long and thin penis slid into the recesses of the cock sucking little boy's mouth and pressed against Caleb's throat, almost making him gag. It was so perfect for the little fairy boy to give his mouth to his dear friend who, he happily discovered, was also a lover. It felt heavenly for Caleb to let the stiff penis languish as he rested momentarily from the blowjob he lovingly was performing on the cock of his dearest mate. Fred suddenly, with a desire to make love, masculine lad to effeminate little prepubescent boy, pulled his glistening penis out of the little boy's cock sucking mouth and reached down to hold Caleb under his hairless armpits. He lifted the beautiful, slim boy to the bed and placed him on his back. "I want to give you a blowjob now, Caleb!" Fred almost shouted." Fred almost fainted with the urgency of sucking off the beautiful, girlish little ballet fairy. He inserted a tongue, curled to become stiff, in the delicate and silky folds of the foreskin. The prepubescent penis was stiff and insistently rising for a mouth to play with it. The tiny red glans peeked out from the foreskin, impudently almost winking the slit where, someday, semen would squirt fresh white comets of hot, thick semen. Fred licked the rounded and smooth as glass cockhead with a certainty and love that swept aside any vestiges of doubt about now being a young boy cocksucker. Caleb rested his shaking legs on the shoulders of the older boy who now had all three inches of delicious little fairy boy cock in his sucking mouth. The brush of a tight scrotal sack against his chin seemed so lovely for Fred, realizing that he finally was sucking off a sweet little boy. His upper lip, hardly stretched by the tiny morsel in his queer boy mouth, seemed to almost kiss the smooth, hairless softness of the tummy above the stiff little cock that went in and out of a sucking mouth. Busy fingers intruded to enjoy feeling the smooth shaft of the modest little penis, before they flew down to Caleb's tiny, firm bottom cheeks. Fred sucked cock and felt a tiny boy hole between the protecting mounds. "Fred, do you want to fuck me in the arse?" Caleb asked. "Your little hole is so tiny, Caleb." Fred cautioned. "It will fit `cause your cock isn't extra thick. I want your long dick in my bottom place." Kevin covered his throbbing erection with lotion and fingered inside the tight, pink little boy pussy with lubricant. The little fairy's anus seemed so pure and clean as Fred's six inch long penis pressed against the wet opening. Caleb relaxed his bottom and the sphincter muscles welcomed the glans by allowing entry and then squeezed possessively around the plunging shaft of carnal pleasure. Fred pumped his straining cock in and out of the soft and hot tunnel that embraced his beautiful penis. The two boys gazed at one another, locked in sexual sharing and surrender and managed a passionate kiss as Fred issued a stream of watery semen deep inside the younger boy's rectum. The orgasm was almost frightening to Fred who shivered with the intensity of ejaculating deep into the warm recesses of his little boyfriend's bottom. Fred's long penis convulsed as he sensed a series of spurts, wetting the squeezing insides of the little fairy boy, who was majestically reveling in being fucked. Fred bent down and astonished himself as he masturbated Caleb's tiny, stiff penis with his lips and tongue. The masculine homosexual boy's sense of sexual pleasure was morphing into a very satisfied and fulfilled contentment. Quickly the little boy arched his back and shook, a penis still up his ass, and gasped to a dry orgasm that shot sensations of erotic magnificence up and down his body. Fred pulled out of Caleb's reddened little bottom hole and returned to the throbbing little penis to feel it jerk involuntarily in Fred's mouth, from the sensation of a first orgasm. Caleb's tiny penis shrank back to little boy softness and sweetness as the older boy happily continued to suck and lick. He kept the fairy boy's little cock in his mouth, suck occasionally as they lay in a state of exhaustion. "I'm glad I'm a queer, Caleb. I love you so much." Fred said as he returned the soft one inch of flaccid boy-cock into his mouth for special kisses and sucks. He held Caleb's bottom and felt the sweet little fairy contentedly lapse into gentle sleep. Comments sent to feestyoreayes@yahoo.com are welcome. Cruel ones will be discarded.