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From: dirge
Subject: Deep Impact Part 3Disclaimer: This story contains graphic depictions of a man and a pre-
pubescent boy involved in a mutual relationship. I respect Tgp little girl
myself
enough not to hold back in my writing, and I respect the reader's right
not to girl sex little
continue reading this story. "Deep Impact" is an artistic work of
fiction and is thus awarded Constitutional protection under the First
Amendment of the United States of America. Any reference to real-
life characters is only fictional."Congress shall make no law . . . abridging the freedom of speech." -
First Amendment of the United States' Constitution.Stanley v. Georgia, 394 U.S. 557, 566 (1969). The Court determined
that, "The right to think is the beginning of freedom, and speech must
be protected from the government because speech is the beginning of
thought."The Supreme Court has stated the fundamental principle of the First
Amendment is that government "may not prohibit the expression of an
idea simply because society finds the idea itself offensive or
disagreeable." Texas v. Johnson, 491 U.S. 397, 414
(1989).Other Works by dirge: Adult-Youth: "To make love"; "Andrew is
Beautiful"; "The Last Supper of Beer"; "The Hiders" (work in
progress); "Deep Impact" little innocent girls (work in progress)Deep Impact: The Island (Part 3)I have not yet become accustomed to waking up next to a nude and
beautiful boy. So came the following morning, no memories of dream,
the sweat of our two bodies, the smaller boy entered within the
archipelago of manly appendages--the covers covered me and I
covered Chas; he slept curled in the cave I made with the blankets, and
the touch of his yet catatonic body was akin to a fresh hot ember
hidden under the dark morning ash of a cashed fire.What composes the thoughts of a man who is a lover of boys and finds
himself in the impossible miracle of waking next to the perfect object
of his desire? Why, of course, his are lusty thoughts, and should be
nothing else. Nothing else should cross his mind, so obsesses him, in a
madness, that lust--for anything beyond, any poetic justice, any moral
identity, and belief in a god, is but distracting trifle. . . 'cause a man's
got to do what a man's got to do.For had I a moment's pause, had I not been disturbed by that same
exigency that disturbed Proust so many years ago, I would have
scootched down on the bed so that my head was pillowed on his lovely
thigh and sucked his limp little noodle of a dick into my mouth. And if
my two day's beard did not wake him by the scratching of his tender
leg, or on the musty plush of his taint, or on his little balls, then surely
as there is a sun behind that cloud of dust that circles the Earth he
would have waken to the coming freight train of a non-ejaculatory
orgasm. And shortly after be ruptured from his sleep by my sucking
mouth, I would have killed the dying butterfly of Chas's virginity by,
goddamnit, fucking him properly that morning.What else could the boy child have wanted the night before when my
homecoming was retarded by the adult conversation with my friend?
The boy entered my apartment and finding me absent developed the
ulterior motive of, at long last, getting himself fucked. He set the
candles around the bed knowing the way only a boy can know without
really knowing that the dance of flame on little angels cunt his brown and hairless body
makes him a luscious little morsel to a man like me come in video little pregnant from the
damp and dungy day.Only a boy of ten and environs, those liminal years, is somehow
attuned to the corporal relation of his spirit to the pause of his body.
This sort of carnal knowledge is not a small part that drives the
puersexual relationship between a little bird
boy and his man. For Chas, like the
millions of boys in histories unrecorded, lay himself on the alter of my
bed in the light of the pentagram of fire, lay himself naked and gave
himself to the man coming home. And in this is the truth about virgins
and volcanoes, that giving away that thing kept from that other thing I
had, that he wanted, that I avoided all the times that I sucked his anus
to a loose little gaping mouth, that he verified there must be something
more to do with that part of his anatomy, that there was a reason I gave
it so much of my time. . . Chas laid himself out as a sacrifice to the
only one he knew, the only one who he wanted black little girl to take from him that
annoying little fluttering creature we come to know of as his virginity.And I was not mistaken when the sleeping child the precedent night
breathed on me his menagerie of boyish smells that I identified as
chocolate his mother had given him to eat as a snack and to drink with
his tea to keep him warm on his voyage in the dismal atmosphere over
to my apartment; and the mint, the lingering evidence that he was a
good boy and had brushed his teeth in my bathroom--as I will see
when I enter and take the morning's little innocent girls piss--before setting the stage of
our coupling; and the honeydew candy no less than a sweet the sweet
boy had secreted once in the past from somewhere unimportant and
just before bed felt it wedged tightly against his hip in the denim
cutoffs he had chosen--not apt for the chill evening but--because he
they displayed and put on sale the attributes of his ass and his legs.And that other smell, that something indiscernible, something uniquely
Chas; I knew that small disguised in all the other scents that my boy-
love contracted in the course of the day, for many times in the past I
had it on my same breath, that his mother, Al, other people I talked to
in passing must have wondered, if subconsciously, of the not
unpleasant but slight musk in my words. And I, a little cautious, not
willing to part lollita little with it because that smell, that lingering flavor was only
to me love--it was all that remained of some previous rendezvous with
Chas McIntyre, his knees pressed to his cheeks, and I bowed in
submission, like some man at prayer, feasting on the posterior opening
of his ass.And Chas, poor Chas, was just a victim of untimely circumstance.
How was he to know that I would be tardy, proving my inevitable
humanity of getting caught up in gossip exterior to the fact that I was
currently engaged--for this is how Chas thought of it, a date-to
entertain the most beautiful boy on that dastardly hunk of rock we
called Noah's Arc. And when I say entertain, I do not beat around the
bush (pun intended) -- Chas and I, the hairless boy and the man, had an
engagement to fuck each other's brains out.He was not unaware of what needed to be prepared, namely his ass, for
my inevitable coming and discovering him and it video little pregnant lewdly displayed on
the ceremonial bed. So the boy waited for the man. And waited. And
waited. And when he thought the hour was ripe, that surely I could not
be more than minutes away he wetted in his utterly kissable mouth his
index finger little kids nudes and found, at first tentatively, the opening between his
dewdrop little buns. To do this Chas needed to lift one leg all the way
back to where if he wanted he could little tiny naturist have slipped his slender calf
behind his little head. If I had arrived a half hour earlier this is what I
would have seen: Chas in his position, one finger exploring the outer
nerves of his anus, of course his spit dries and he needs renew it, so to
his mouth again and right back down where he deposits the saliva just
a boy's knuckle's depth into his butt. This he repeats again and again,
on each exploration going deeper with his fingering, looking for spots
that make him coo. Then, somehow realizing that one is no longer
enough for him--at the same time agitated and a little jealous that I've
not yet appeared to relieve him of this business that he elitely believes
he should have nothing of, it's my job to lube the tender hinges of his
backdoor, to open him--he sucks two fingers and eases them to their
terminal depth, limited only by the physical construction of his hand.
But now somewhat aroused deep inside, the little fire that grows so
hot, that makes his knees turn jelly when he sees me, and absolutely
refuse to work properly when I touch him, even innocently in front of
his mother or on the street, makes his tummy flutter like hatching
butterflies and his dick grow in what he sort of thinks is an odd
opposition to the hot pleasure inside his butt, something that years later
when he himself is man and the story lingers, and he sits down to write
he will develop this idea as a sexual philosophy of dualism for little
boys, the "hunger", he will call it, the need, the desire for a kid to have
his ass worked over by a man is a holy union of its own, lollita little different than
when the man grabs the little joung boys
precious little prick of a ten-year-old boy and
masturbates him a youthful cum. . . and then Chas hears a groaning,
and it's him, and he realizes he is using both hands, and now legs are
raised, and he is actually violently spitting mucus onto to his fingers
and trying the shove the digits of both hands into that greedy little
hole, and then he's sucking from his own fingers the salty taste of his
innards. And! If! He fucking little pussy grunts! He can't have what he needs from me,
well . . . he drops his legs and earnestly jacks his pulsing little cock.
But he's not gentle, not at all. He crushes his small fucking little pussy
testicles in his
hands and yanks the little lever to his legs and lets his it SMAK! Back
up against his lower tummy. And then he's jacking himself, boyish
body twisted in pleasure and pain, pulling the proportionately perfect
dick out of his body, jacking himself almost in a rage, until that part of
the dualism, that carnal bliss that is mostly just boy absent the
fulfilling man, sweeps him into a the pulsing of an over excited, pre-
pubertal orgasm lasting an almost excruciating minute and one half.
And from there, there is no place to go, but down, and feeling
loneliness that hurts so many men from when they are such boys, and
grows with time, until it is their shadow, and Chas, all tuckered out,
falls asleep.This morning I do not think Chas would have much minded to wake
and find me molesting (in all the good definitions of the word) various
zones of his body, to wake and find me suckling his prick like a baby
lamb sucks the nipple of its mother--or more aptly: the way a man
sucks a sleeping boy. But from the kitchen came the smell of coffee,
strong coffee, and the musical tinkle of a nasty little sluts cup and plate. I had to close
my eyes and open them, for I might have been dreaming. It was Colt
who made it a habit of sneaking into my apartment and making
himself at home in the early hours when he knew I was a zombie.Delicately, I extracted myself from Chas and left him in the fetal nest
of the blankets. I was not erect fully, so I slipped on last night's
underwear to control my cock and pulled over the worn bathrobe that
needed replacing and would not have been brought to the island were
it not for the little puffy nipples fond sexual memories it carried of Colt's boyish body.
That one loved to wear it, almost able to hide in it, nude, of course,
underneath. I would find him, and hunch it up around his waist and
have my way with him."Morning." Anne said as I entered the kitchen. She was sitting at the
table in sweats with a pile of papers and a pencil little asian transsexual
in her ear."Morning." Said I."I hope you don't mind, I just didn't sleep well last night, so I thought
I'd bring my insomnia over here.""How long you been here?" I rubbed the sleep out of the corner of my
eyes."Oh, since about four this morning."I looked at the clock; it read 8:00a.m. I did not mind Anne coming in
unannounced. In fact, the other day I almost insisted that she come
over whenever she wanted, that my place was hers, as it was now
obvious her son was mine. Only, in the four hours could she have
known that her son and I slept so close, so naked? I had no secrets
from Anne, but I was still not going to volunteer the details of my
sexual relationship with her son, nor did I feel she excepted me to."I made some coffee." She said, looking up through what that morning
appeared to be the same unruly hair that graced the head of the nude
boy in my bedroom."Thanks." I poured a cup of the thick substance and sat down at the
other end of the table. "Chas is still out like the dead."Anne smiled half looking up, half engrossed in numbers and charts. "I
know, he takes after his father like that. He's not a morning person.""How did you ever get him to school back in black little girl the States?" I asked."He never went." She said matter-of-factly."Are you serious?""Well, I enrolled him each year and sometimes he went, but mostly he
found the classes boring and the other students a little . . .well, I guess
not as bright as he would have liked them to be.""Did you home school?" I asked, now understanding a lot more about
the boy sleeping in my bed."I did what I could, but in truth he's very gifted. I've been testing him
on my own and he consistently progresses far above his level. I
suppose he's probably doing high school level math, and reading at the
college level. But all without formal teaching.""Amazing," I said letting the hot coffee work its magic."Yeah, I guess sometimes I worry about his social skills, he's very
quiet, you know, but at the same time, I can't push him to do what is
uncomfortable."I got up for another cup of Joe and to refill Anne's. "Whatcha got
there?""Just some medical records. I want to finish this stuff up so I can
reread the Colony Constitution."We sat in silence, me waking up, Anne working as always. I heard the
squeak of little youth nudes the bed and turned with beating heart to see the denuded
Chas make his graceful morning appearance. At first I thought he was
sleep walking, but then realized he was squinting against the dim
morning light. Before the fact hit me that Anne was about to realize
her child slept naked with me, I mused that if he was this bad now,
wait until he got old enough to have hangovers.I don't think Chas noticed his mother at first, he came out pouting, his
silky hair rumpled and falling in his face. When he made his way to
my chair, all naked, his (like mine) half erect nasty little sluts penis swaying out in
front of him, leaned against me as if he were going to fall back asleep
right there. Embarrassed, thinking the gig, whatever it had been, was
up, I could only do one thing: I pulled the naked imp onto my lap and
wrapped him in the warmth of my arms. He, like a little kitten,
burrowed his head under my chin. I felt him inhale my morning scent,
and was then aroused that he would do this to me."See what I mean!" said Anne with a hint of exasperation in her voice.
"See what I have to put up with." On hearing her, Chas peaked over
across the table, gave a little whimper that I could not discern as
embarrassment at his obvious affinity for me and nakedness, or a
standard morning grump. He then burrowed, or tried, back into me,
pulling his legs up and taking his curled position from the bed on my
lap.I sipped my coffee over Chas's head, careful not to spill on him. It
must have taken him a good fifteen minutes to recover from his night,
but by the time I finished the black tar his mother drank, he was
playfully bumping against all parts of me, planting little kisses on my
bare chest, and giggling in spite of himself--naked enough for all three
of us--that his "thing" was erect and tickling his tummy. Now and then
Anne would look up and smile at us engaged what could only be
interpreted as morning-after play; only (for once) we had not done
anything!"Why don't you two run and take a hot bath, and I'll put some
pancakes on." Chas grrrred and nipped at me and I swatted his dime-
tight ass, letting my hand linger on the taught rump perhaps a few
seconds longer than prudent, in front of the woman who gave birth to
him, anyway."Yummmm! Lifting my self and the boy in one motion and then, as he
squealed in delight flung him over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes-
-or, like men do to young boys they plan on bathing with.As the tub was filling with hot water and a growing volcano of
bubbles, Chas and I resumed a wrestling match on the bed that turned
into, at his initiation, the sexiest game of grab-ass I've ever played. At
first I started by throwing him in the heap of blankets where he
instantly tried to rebound and jump--at his own risk--into my arms.
That I saw it coming was the only reason I was able to catch the
scraggly brat and not drop him on the floor to be bruised. At which
point I threw us both on to little japan teenz the bed landing over his nudeness, pinning
his arms above his head and planting on his nose a tender kiss. This he
would have nothing of, as he grrrred again and nipped, SNAP! at my
face. With that I tickled savagely his underarms, and as he rolled up
like an armadillo to protect his ribs, revealed his beautiful, vulnerable
ass, which I, perhaps not consider the force I used, swatted (SMACK!)
squarely on the plump. Chas shot his legs down emitting a high squeak
like I had stepped on a mouse, and clutched his rear with little girl wet his hands.
Tentatively he assumed a kneeling position on the bed and looked at
me little girls hardcore with what at first I took to be hurt."You wouldn't do that again?" He said with the implicit hint of
seduction so that it was more of a dare than a question."Oh yes I would." I said. He bit his lower lip as if contemplating a
philosophical problem. Then with a speed I was wholly unprepared
for, pounced cat-like back into my arms. I caught him again little boys quotes
and
bounced little joung boys him back on the bed where for the briefest second he pointed
his butt, a red mark from my last little girl spankings
swat, in my direction. Again I my
hand landed littlenadia across the perfect half globes of boy flesh, much gentler
than I did before. Chas squeaked into the pillows and flipped on his
back, rubbing his but, a glint of total mischief in his eyes, that matched
perfectly the wicked little grin that had spread across his face. He was
keen on our little game.I've read stories where the main sexual thrill is the spanking of a boy.
And frankly they don't do anything for me. But with Chas it wasn't an
oddity, it was just whatever direction HE wanted to take his sexuality--
I was content to follow along. This is what needs to be understood
about the allure of this child, of his ability to totally posses me and
control me. Again he got up, but this time turned away from me
showing the red mark, and the lighter read mark that was quickly
fading on his tanned behind. I did not spank him gain, but I did put my
hand on his ass, both hands in fact, and kneaded his flesh that from
now on I would only kiss, make love to, and if in his desire he wanted
to "experiment", well that was something he would have to introduce.
From my ministrations I plucked him from the bed like he was lovely
flower and carried him to the bathroom where I set him down on the
cold floor. I killed the flow little girl spankings of water. By now the tub, made slightly
larger than usual, was brimming with hot water and bubbles. Chas
stood on trembling legs, walked over to the toilette and began to piss. I
disrobed and joined him, my jet of urine next to his little stream. His
toothpaste and toothbrush on the ledge of the sink.Cautiously I dipped in a toe. It did not feel too hot, but when I planted
my foot I realized the water was much hotter than I intended. I would
have to go slowly, but had no intention of adding cold fucking little pussy to ruin a perfect
bath. Chas watched with questioning eyes as I eased my way into the
tub. What was it he was thinking? We had showered together, we had
rutted in man-boy sex, all save penetration, and we were complete
lovers by anyone's standards. But perhaps it was the intimacy to a
bath, the entirety that it suggested, it's languid meticulousness.Slowly I eased down into the bubbles. The heat from the water sapping
like hot ice the stiffness of my muscles. I winced aloud as the tender of
my ass and scrotum dipped, lifted out, then slowly, ever so fucking little pussy slowly,
settled to the bottom of the tub where at last I sat, afraid to move that I
might increase the temperature next to my skin.Chas watched my face as if I were lowering myself into a vat of hot
lava. He stood in his nude glory, his little slut pics once erect cock now shrunk tight
against the protective warmth of his body, his soft skin covered with
Goosebumps. For the hundredth time that morning I noted his boy-
charms, the small of his chest, the thin of his ankle, the firm bounce little tiny naturist of
his ass, the V below his navel, not pronounced, just barely accented to
let all know, if he were to wear his pants low, that he was all boy.I did not want the water to burn him so I allowed him stand on the
cold, tile floor for a few moments. What I realized in that short littles tgp time
was perhaps the real significance of our bath. If last night was his
attempt to give me his virginity, if indeed with the candles and the bed
as an alter he had prepared some sort of ceremony--one that I was late
for, like a man is late for his wedding--then girl sex little
this, now, was much more
than a bath, this was a baptism. Chas was less timid about the blissful
heat of the water than he was about what I would do with him once we
shared the heat and lubricant of the soap. Chas was thinking, perhaps,
that the tub was an amiable place to get fucked. But should he, with his
mother just down the short hall in the kitchen? What was a boy to do?"Ok?" I asked."Yeah." He said from far away. "S'hot?""Yeah. But it's ok if you go really slow." I said, reaching out my hand
to my young lover to bring him into my bath.Chas took it as if accepting a dance and like a graceful dancer lifted a
coltish leg over the ledge little bird
and into the bubbles. When his toe touched
the water he stopped for second, then submerged at a leisurely constant
speed the ball of his foot, then his heel, then his ankle, then his calf,
until one tender boy-foot touched porcelain between my legs. At this
conquest he shifted his weight from forward and placed his hand on
my shoulder. With my other hand I guided him as best I could until he
was standing over me. The task of sitting remained. By holding onto
each of his hands I gave him the leverage he needed to sink his butt
into the tub. When the water touched the tips of his cheeks he too
winced and gave a giggle with half his heart. Then lower . . . I could
not see because the bubbles, but I felt, though, the electricity of his
fingers when the water lapped at his anus, then at his scrotum, then his
balls and his penis, and his hips and his tummy. When he came to sit
flush the water was just a few inches below his nipples.And Chas had vanished in the soap mountain of suds. "Wonder where
he went?" I said. And the boy's laughter at the lame joke filled my
heart with joy. With a giant puff of air he sent a spray of bubbles my
way as if the volcano had erupted and it's god was, of course, a boy.Boys, virgins, volcanoes, hot baths, mothers cooking breakfast, it's all
the same, it doesn't matter in the end, as long as you have loved.
With the gentlest of winds I blew a path to my boy and when the suds
parted I saw his eyes were closed feeling the caress of my breath, and
his lips parted, I leaned in to the suds and kissed there the boy I found.
I kissed him with lips and tongue and spit. Tasting my coffee and
Chas's morning breath, not bad, and the bitter taste of soap, taking his
face between my hands. That is how I kissed him.When we parted we were both breathless, his bird-chest heaving above
the steaming water; my stomach heaving above the steaming water.
The sparkle in his eyes said it all. Wow! Chas dipped under and came
up with his hair wetted. I did the same."This is cool." He said, almost whispered as if we were playing some
naughty game."Yeah." I said, "let's try this. Turn around and lay against me." He did
so. Almost floating into me, slipping into port. Slip slide, feel our skin
against our skin, touching, kissing, maybe then . . . My penis like some
blind fish slipping against the squirm of his ass . . . we will eat each
other for dessert . . . I wrapped my arms around him, and there we
soaked . . .take me with you let me fly . . .But that is to make it sound more passive than it was. For the next
fifteen minutes, while the bath burned little babyes porno
us that morning, we were not at
all passive. I say this for the boylovers; if any boylover ever happens
to read these words he will know that in such a situation places are
touched, things are done.Chas played little games with my cock, letting it bob up between his
legs then squeezing them shut like a slippery vice so that it appeared it
was he who sprouted the lewd thing. On me, no, but a boy of his size,
it was a monster. With brave hands he grasped it and pulled it back
over his own rigid pole against his loose balls. Me, naturally, humping
a little to increase his effort.My hands were not innocent. I ran my thumbs over his nipples again
and again until they were erect, even in heat of the tub. And then when
the little nubbins poked out, I pinched them, I rubbed them hard,
massaged his little pectorals, pleasured his tits--stopping only when
Chas began to emit little whimpers, not of pain, yes of pain, but not
entirely, something else. He looked up at me and I bent to accept his
kiss, his hands still holding fast my manhood."You didn't come back." He said as if out of nowhere."I'm sorry. I was late.""It's OK," he said, but with a sort of sadness, "I . . ." he seemed to
choose his words carefully. "I planned it all out. . .""I know," I said into his wet hair, "I came back and little kids peeing found you sleeping
in firelight, my love." And I kissed him."I was ready." He said under his breath. "I was bald little pussy ready for, you know."
And he pulled my enflamed cock hard against his balls."I know." I said almost in tears, "I know, my love." We little girl wet soaked in the
watery echo of the bathroom. Our bodies breaking in fits of sweat only
to be absorbed into the primordial basin."I'm just a boy." I think he said. The statement hung in the bathroom
mist and I was not sure what to make of it. Finally after more careful
choosing of words he added: "I really don't know anything.""Yes you do." I insisted, hugging his faint body to me. "Chas, you are
the most intelligent, caring, beautiful, charming boy I've ever known.""Not really. I just read a lot, that's all.""Chas, you are very gifted. Someday you'll know that and you will do
great things.""Like what?" he asked as if unsure of my conviction in his abilities."Whatever you want, my friend, my love, my Chas." I said, I said
them all, unsure of what name to use."Maybe you're forgetting something." He said timidly."What? What am I little girlnude pics forgetting?""Oh, maybe just a little thing about the world being destroyed." This
he little kds tgp
said with a tone of morbid humor that at once took me aback and
filled me with splendid laughter."Well, yes. little girl sucking But still, you never know. If I tell you a secret do you
promise not to tell anyone?" As I said this I skimmed my hands down
his chest, over his tummy, and gripped his balls in my hand. He let out
a little sexual gasp. Not expecting to be fondled so vulgarly."I promise, Matt." He said."Well, Al, the guy I talked to last nigh. He has built little innocent girls a radio and he
heard some people in Montana. Montana is where my dad lives.""So not everyone is dead?" asked Chas surprised."No," I said, realizing a great folly about our little experiment--we bald little pussy
had
lead our children to believe that there was no hope. But Chas's next
question trumped the first, and sent a shiver up my spine; and little kids peeing my
answer stunned me."So why are we where then?" he said perplexed.At first I said nothing, then finally: "I don't know."Chas did not pursue the paradox of our situation because he had little kids nudes bigger
fish to fry. Namely, the way I was manipulating his balls like they
were a sack of marbles. He spread his legs and I continued. I don't
know why I did it, but there was simply something relaxing about
holding him there. Then he grabbed my large balls and squeezed, but
only as I did it to him. The effect was to make it seem as if we were
connected, each of us slowly gaining that dull ache in the stomach that
comes from the particular sort of play we practiced."Matt?""Yeah?""I'm ready now." He whispered huskily, full of erotic tension, stressing
just barely the last word, now. Now, at this time, in this situation, in
this hot tub, with his mother preparing breakfast in the kitchen, Chas
was in heat."I know, Chas. I know." Was all I could say, and hold him close in the
sauna of our bath. I did not make the move that little little teen he wanted, as he
indicated by bringing his knees up out of the water and exposing the
sensitive nether mouth that I hereto teased to the brink of ecstasy on so
many other occasions. And my cock was ready to please him. little petite sluts Chas,
sensing my hesitation, took my rod and placed it's flared head at his
entrance, I could feel myself pushing against his port, weakened by my
lust the day before, prepared by him last night. Then I could feel
myself sinking in, and the trembling of the boy's body in anticipation.
But I jerked little babyes porno
myself away. His response was understandable; I could
sympathize with it. He merely let out a desperate whine, a groan that
once again he was denied his lust. "Not here, my love. Not now.""Why not?" he whispered up at me in a conspiratorial tone. I pecked
his lips."Because now we don't have the time we need. And we don't have the
privacy. You won't be able to make noise. Chas, I want you to, you
know, be able to make sounds when we do it."He seamed to understand my complicated reasoning. He knew now
that I had to point it out to him, that he did little petite sluts
make all sorts of sounds
and that many times I had to cover his mouth with my hands lest he
give us away. "Matt, I think my mom knows about us." He said it as if
to reassure me."How do you know?""Well. . .I, well. . .I sorta--""--told her." I finished for him. He nodded boyishly in the affirmative.
The next bit of information came out in blurt that took all his lung
capacity."But she knew any way so it didn't matter she knew that you liked
boys but she won't say anything and she loves me and she really likes
you and she just wants us to be happy and she's really smart she's a
doctor and she knows we have our privacy and it's not bad it's ok, just
some people are like us some people do it it's ok, don't nasty little sluts
be mad at me I
love--ungh" I had to silence him by pressing my mouth over his in a
deep kiss with lots of tongue. "Please Matt, do me! Please do me!""Not now." I said but video little pregnant slicking my finger with the bar soap I, in a
surprisingly fluid manner, slid it deep into Chas's ass. His grunt
entered my mouth and went down my throat, and we did not break our
kiss once as I finger fucked him as hard and as deep as I could.By now the bubbles were almost gone and our hot bath was nice and
warm. I could smell breakfast cooking in the kitchen. As I assaulted
the boy's prostate, for I just wanted him to cum, his whimpering
increased so that I had to press my lips hard to his. The closer he got,
the more his body, especially his ass, seemed to little girl wet
vibrate like a string on
a guitar. And as I pulled my mouth away he latched his lips onto my
neck, and that is where his moans went as I savaged him with my
finger. His little prick rigid, about to burst like a poppy, and then it
was jerking up and down like it was trying to spit something at me,
and his rectum vibrated on around my finger squeezing the flow of
blood off, and most beautiful of all is that at the same time Chas's
abdomen muscles contracted, his little toes curled in little slut pics
tightly.Moments later when he was limp in my arms and my finger had left
his hole, wanting more but satisfied, my lover boy whispered not so
much to me, but to his circumstance: "No fair." And it wasn't, really
'fair'. He got off, yes, yet again, but in the end, he was still utterly, and
completely, virgin territory when it came to having man-cock up his
ass. Not so much that, but the hunger in him was stronger now. It was
only a matter of time. And he we both knew it.We washed and rinsed in the shower. Chas grabbed my cock and tried
to jack me off, but I pulled his hand away and distracted him with
kisses. We dried each other--mostly me him--and in the process we
both eyed that damn bed because we both wanted to hop in there and
fuck, just plain FUCK, but we were hungry too. And by the sound if it,
breakfast was served.. . .The pancakes were not half bad, and with lots of fake butter and syrup
they were good. The coffee was newly brewed, strong. Chas drank two
cups. We mostly munched, but talked a little about the election. Since
the GC had changed the rules, there was to be no debates, just an open
forum where each candidate could set up a booth and answer questions
to those who posed them. This was to be held in two weeks time, then
the election a week after that, then the harvest festival. And after that?
I guess the days were to drag on, continue on their course. Monotony
seemed unavoidableAnne was reading and eating mostly, taking notes as she needed to,
highlight a passage now and then. Chas was building some sort of
fortress with his pancakes. little puffy nipples Every now and then he'd look up at me and
give that same wicked little angels cunt
grin he got when I had spanked him earlier.
Once when he made sure his mother would not see he licked his upper
lip with the tip of his tongue. I blushed and tried to scowl at him, but
could not bring my self to produce the proper emotion, when the only
one that surfaced was desire for the young boy.I might have thought that I was corrupting him, but if so, against what?
Society and her twisted morals had gone the way of the dodo. On the
island there were no "morality" laws. In whatever was left of America,
it was little bird every man, woman and child for themselves. Faced with the
possibility of starvation and violence, the sexual proclivities of men
and boys were hardly a concern to most, or so I thought.Again, my thoughts turned to Colt, my first lover, the one little joung boys
who had
trained me. The one who had guided me through my feelings of guilt,
and my feelings of lust. What became of him? In my heart I picture
that fourteen, almost fifteen year-old boy, leaving my apartment for
the last time, skating into the morning Gotham of New York.. . .After breakfast Anne brought her work and we went down to the
beach. If the night was chilly, the day was warm and humid. Chas in
his cutoffs and my sweatshirt pranced gamely in the breaking surf.
Once he came running back to get me and pull me to something he
said was "really weird". A ways down, far enough littlegirls porno that when I looked
back Anne was just a small figure, was a section of beach that was
covered with starfish."What's wrong with 'em?" he asked."I don't know, I think they're dying." Indeed some seemed to be
curling and turning from pink coral to a brown rigid rust. At this
bazaar fate of the little creatures Chas was hurt. He buried his face in
my chest and I felt the first spasms of his sobbing."Hey, buddy. It's ok, these things happen.""It's not fair, it's not fair." He gasped between sobs, looking up at me,
pleading that I should tell him it wasn't fair at all--his large eyes
looking for truth that things that were not fair, should not ever happen
unfairly.I knew not what to do but scoop the boy and hold him tight in my
embrace, unprepared for the sorrow that was rising low in my spine,
like a deep dark liquid, that I could no longer contain. It was truth, this
un-fairness, it didn't matter if the universe existed despite us, that it
sent rocks flying towards our planet at undissuadable trajectories, that
Colt had met his watery death because of little tiny naturist
this, and billions of others,
that my father and brother if not dead faced certain starvation, that on
this island we fooled ourselves into believing we were immune to the
travesty of the outside, that on the very beach before us were hundreds
of little dying starfish and a boy who wept for them. Then Chas broke
from me. He ran into the midst of the stars and started plucking them
from the sand and hurling with all his might the jagged little creatures
back into the salty sea.And my tears at first blurred the fish, but soon I was working with
Chas, picking and throwing, picking and throwing, picking and
throwing. I along side the boy who at times was my lover, at Tgp little girl
times a
child I needed to sooth, now we were brothers of sorts, full of sadness
but with interminable purpose, brimming at least with a sort of justice
we believed, that we could not help but believe in. And the starfish?
Oh how they sailed in that dusky afternoon, catching the glorious wind
that smelled of hope, going out little girlnude pics farther than our hearts could bare, to
their salty life. It was the boy and I plucking the stars from around our
feet and throwing them back into the sky.Did we save them all? In my dreams we did, we saved them all. In
laughter and touches, in kisses we returned to where Anne was
working, but she had gone and in her place was a note in the sand that
said she was going back because it was getting too windy to read and
when we were ready come and we would eat dinner, but not to hurry
and to have fun.I collapsed on this letter and Chas fell on top of me and I hugged him
while the palm trees bent ever more slightly to the growing wind.
"Look." He said pointing and I did look and saw two figures walking
towards us from down the other side of the beach where the sand turns
to rock and beyond that the little jungle and beyond that the shipyard
where today Al said he would be working.As they approached I recognized one of them. They waved and soon
stood over us."Yo, Matt." Said Seth from Idaho, reaching out his hand we shook and
then we slammed our knuckles together that universal street-boy
greeting."What's up?" I asked. Chas was staring nude littles
at the boy like he'd just fallen
out of the sky."Oh, we were down that way fishing but it got too windy, so we
decided to call it a day. Oh, Matt, this is Jake. Jake, Matt." The boy
was perhaps a year younger than Seth, or his same age but a late
bloomer. He was very cute, I thought, with strawberry-blond hair and
wide set eyes."Hi." I said. I shook his hand. "This is Chas McIntyre." For some
reason Chas seemed embarrassed and tried to scrunch himself farther
down little nude art into my embrace."Hi Chas," said Seth, "Say, is your mom running for council?" Chas
nodded."You've heard?" I asked."Yeah, everybody has. My dad says Phelps is pissed off.""And your dad? Who's he?" I asked. Wondering how Seth might have
a connection to Phelps."He's Mark Hastings, you know Mr. Weather. He hates Phelps, but he
has to work with Reed and well, you know, those two are politician.""I sort of guessed." I said."Well we better get back." Seth said, looking out to sea then up the
path to the colony. We said goodbye and they started to leave when
Seth turned, "Oh, is Friday night still on?""Sure." I said, "Come by around nine." And with that they ran up the
hill toward the colony.Chas looked up at me with the expression that I had better explain why
I was meeting an older boy than him on a Friday night. "Who was he?"
He asked curtly."Oh, that's Seth. I'm going to pierce his nipples on Friday.""You mean you're going to put metal through them? But why?""Well, kids his age think it's cool, and some people like how it feels.""How does it feel?" he asked."I don't know, maybe like this." And I quickly squeezed Chas's nipples
between my fingers. He gasped and pulled away, putting both his
hands over his assaulted tits.We headed down to the rocks where Seth and Jake must have been
fishing. As Chas jumped from one eroded giant to the other I noticed
something interesting that had fallen into a crevice of the rocks.
Retrieving this I quickly shoved it into my pocket.It was getting dark and the wind had picked up considerably. "Chas
lets go!" I shouted to him, but he had gone beyond the rocks and was
exploring the edge of jungle. He could not hear me. The rocks were
actually a lava spill that had hardened after flowing down from the
now inactive volcano, the jungle probably only existed because of the
rich volcanic dust that covered the Island.When I reached the sand that led the short way the edge of the foliage
Chas was no where to be seen. And then distantly I thought I heard
something. I stood still and listened again. Then again the sound came
weak and sickly against the roaring gale, but I knew what it was.
Someone in the colony had triggered the early warning system for a
bad storm. I looked out over the ocean and noticed a thick wall of
angry cloud that sparkled and cracked with lightning."CHAS!!" I shouted. Where nude little pretty was he? Did he go into the jungle? He
must have, because as I scanned the beach and the rocks I saw no sign
of the boy. "CHAAAAS!" I yelled, my own words eaten by the roaring
wind that was made louder as it savaged the tops of the tall palms.
Then I heard a crash and looked over to my right where a batch of
coconuts had blown down. Then I heard the cracking of wood as the
tree followed slamming like a giant into the jungle shrubs. At this
noticed a narrow path and bounced up calling Chas's name.It didn't take long to find him. When he saw me he jumped into my
arms shaking like leaf. I got him calmed down and explained there was
a storm coming and we needed to get back to the Colony. But when
we emerged from the overgrowth of the forest there was no beach. The
storm surge had washed it out so that only the tips of the rocks broke
the surface."High ground!" I shouted, and led the boy back the way we had come.
Deeper in the Jungle we had more protection from little innocent girls
the wind and rain,
but we were already soaked. We climbed a hill that was covered with
damp leaves."Up here." I said."Are we lost?" asked Chas as he took hold of my hand and I all but
lifted him to my position."No, this island isn't big enough to get lost littles tgp on." I said. The rain was
now breaking the canopy of the jungle and filling the lower areas with
a spooky, humid steam. "See that path?" I said pointing. "If I'm right
that leads to one the emergency shelters. Remember them?" Chas
nodded. And it did. We climbed another steep hill to where the jungle
gave way to a small clearing, and built back into the hill was the low
ceiling of a cement dome.At first the door was little petite sluts
jammed, but when I jerked hard it came open
blowing out a gust of stale air. Chas went in first and I followed,
shutting the heavy port behind us.Inside it was dark, no bigger than my bedroom at home. "There should
be emergency lighting." I said. Chas hit a switch on the wall and three
dim lights around the room flickered on. We were a little bird few feet below the
level ground on which the shelter was built and the thick cement walls
erased the tumult of the world outside. The one small window in the
door gave no light, only alerted us that there was still a patch of day
left and that the storm was ever closing in."Rad!" said Chas. I looked at him. He blushed. "I'm sorry. I just
wanted to follow the path a little ways to see where it went."Don't worry," I said. "Now we get to see how useful these emergency
bunkers are." In one corner was what looked like a queen bed on
which was piled blankets and pillows in plastic wrappers. Adjacent to
the bed was a desk with an inlaid map of the island, a journal and pen,
and a telephone. As soon as I picked the phone up a red light on its
base went off and I heard a voice on the other end. "hello? Hello?""Hi, I said. We're ok.""Let's see. I have you in bunker Tgp little girl 8, highland point, fully stocked.""You're name sir?" I gave him little youth nudes my name and added that Chas McIntyre
was with me."Ok," the voice said, a little shaky. "You're actually the first person to
use this thing so it's all new to me. I'm Mark Hastings; I'm manning the
post today. I'll give you an update of the weather and what we expect.""Ok." I said."First you can communicate as normal via this phone, you might want
to call Ms. McIntyre and tell here you and her son are ok.""You know her?""Oh yes, long story."I remembered what Seth had said a few hours ago."Let's see, electricity, blankets. You have a littlegirls porno food for three days if you
need little girls pantyhose it. Fresh water. Other than that you just need to sit tight.""Great." I said, allowing a little annoyance to creep little angels cunt through."Well, it's a big storm, skinny little girls I think. We ain't in Kansas anymore.""Or Idaho." I said."Pardon?""Oh, sorry. Mark, I met your son the other day, Seth, and I saw him
today at the beach.""Oh." Said the voice. "Thank God. I haven't been able to locate him.""Well he was with a friend, maybe. I think his name was Jake.""Jake? Ok, hold on." The line went silent and then a minute later:
"Yeah, he's at Jake's. Thanks for letting me little loitas porn know. I was more worried
than I realized." I could tell a note of relief had filled his voice.""Ok, Matt. Just between you and me I hope Ms. McIntyre wins the
election. But, ok. You have your supplies. Communications are
working. Listen, I got to tell you. I don't know if you were at the
meeting yesterday but personally I think the weather system is worse
than I let on, or than what Reed wanted me to let on."I was at the meeting, but in truth, I had my hands full of other things. I
looked over at Chas who was going trough the supply closet. "What do
you mean, Dr.? and umm, Doctor, you can talk to me openly, I'll take a
stab in the dark, but bald little pussy I'm not a fan of Reed and Phelps." There was a
pause from the other end."I figured, since you're friends with Dr. McIntyre, you might not be.
She really pissed them off yesterday, more than I think she knows.
You might want to tell her that.""I will. Now about that weather?""Well, According to all simulations, I think what we are seeing here is
the start of a weather disturbance that might turn out to be a larger
pattern. This storm, I think, is a hurricane.""But aren't those Atlantic storms?""Yes generally, but not anymore. little petite sluts Meteorology as we know it has
changed. Over the next few years we're going to see more of these,
these, I guess you could call them super storms. This might be small to
what is actually coming. Stateside, we're looking at an ice age up
north, rainy seasons down south.""Damn." I said."Yeah, all the fun is actually back home. Anyway, you should be safe
and dry there. I'd give this thing 24 hours at the most and it will blow
through. But we can keep in contact now and then. I get off shift in
two hours but will be back on in six. I'll call you then.""Ok." I said. Thanks. When he hung up I called Anne and explained
what had happened and that we were safe. Then the line crackled and
went dead."Well, now what?" I turned to Chas. He was sitting on the bed naked.. . .I will describe in detail the graphic nature of the sex that ensued over
the forty-eight hours that little asian transsexual the storm ravaged nude little pretty the island. But to lead you
to believe that sex between men and boys is as easy as that is a fallacy.
For one, what do you do when a little boy is so set on getting his
cherry popped that his own emotions run out of control? Or what do
you do when the third time you have sex he doesn't have a single
orgasm? Or during the fifth time his pleasure is so intense he starts to
weep? Or what do you do when he wants it so bad his lips little stars
are
trembling, but you, a fool?I could not take my eyes from the boy. He was not erect, he was not
"horny" just then, as he would later be, but he was simply, boyishly
bare. It was that he was naked in so much confidence that aroused me
the most. He didn't care an iota for formal manners of dress and
undress; simply he needed, at that time, to be naked. On the back of
one of the chairs he had sensible hung his shorts and sweatshirt to dry.
But it was not lost on him, either, that his situation was a come-on to
me, or to any other man, really. It was more a question that at long
last, circumstances had played in his favor.I walked to the door and tried to look out the window, but the rain was
so heavy that I could only video little pregnant see shapes and colors. Turning I saw Chas
eyeing me in the dim light of our hovel. He followed me with his stare
as I began to remove my clothes. I hung them on the other chairs to
dry, and finally I was naked too, and I felt how cold it was in the in the
cement dome, not made for habitation, but for emergency. My cock
was not rigid but it was not flaccid either. It hung like a juicy sausage
and Chas, it seemed salivated for it.My boy watching me with such intent, such will for contact, I felt
more like a model before his gaze. A strong build, but also lean in that
I had more muscle than fat. I felt healthy under his inspection. A few
days before I had made a point to trim my pubic hair so that all was
left was short teen-aged patch at the base of my cock. The look Chas
gave me next was not desire or lust. It was the look of satisfaction for
what inevitability comes to pass. In the stale air I could hear him
audibly sigh. It seemed to carry the words, "Now I got you", and as my
cock rose to its zenith, as it filled out more than I wanted Chas to see,
as it did what it should do in the presence of such a beautiful boy, Chas
and I both knew what it meant. Chas was not going to leave that little
shelter on that little island in the middle of the Pacific a virgin. Chas
McIntyre, all of 10-years-old, was going to get screwed.We made the bed in clumsy silence. Chas's hands were shaking. It
might have been partly because of the slow sensual mood that fell over
the room, but as I reached over to straighten the blanked his fingers
could not quite grasp I touched his shoulder, it felt hot and feverish.
Chas looked at me and almost smiled, his normally pink lips gone a
lavender, his teeth chattering. And as he made to stand, like in a dream
with no sound, his eyes rolled back into his head and he fainted into
my arms."Fuck! Chas! Chas!" I almost shouted. Little murmurs escaped his
throat but his eyes stayed white. I nervously but gently laid him
beneath the covers and leapt over to the communication phone. I
picked up the receiver and heard a crackle then a dial tone. Then it
went dead, and then came back. I dialed Anne."Hello?" said her voice, clear as a bell."Anne, it's Matt."She must have detected the tone in my voice that I'm sure conveyed
the horror in the pit of my stomach, for she calmly, but very sternly
said: "What's wrong, Matt? Just tell me.""It's Chas, he fainted.""Is he breathing?" She said. The same panic that overwhelmed me
gripping her."Yes. I put him in bed.""Ok, what are his symptoms?" The calm again returning to her voice.I had to think for a second. "Ok, umm, he--his lips were blue, and his
teeth were chattering. And he feels hot. Feverish.""Did you guys get wet?" she asked."Yes, we were caught in the rain for about twenty minutes. We're in
on of the emergency shelters.""Ok, Matt, It sounds like hypothermia and maybe dehydration.""We've got water!" I blurted."Ok, Matt. Listen, you need to get a grip. You need to littlenadia think cle--"
Silence."Anne! Anne! Shit!""Ma-- w-- loosing--" the line snapped and popped as I heard a little bird clap of
thunder. Through the thick walls it seemed miles away, but outside the
storm building we were being attacked, again, by nature. "Matt, Can
you hear me?" Clear as a bell."Yes. Tgp little girl
Talk fast." I said."Ok. Get his wet clothes off.""They're off.""Ok, get him to drink some water. Then get in bed with him and keep
him warm. His body is having trouble regulating his temperature.
There is a thermometer in the medical kit in the closet. It's red. I
stocked them all myself. If the fever doesn't break in a lollita little few hours,
crush little girl sucking an aspirin in a little water and make him drink it.""Ok.""And Matt, don't let him fall asleep until the fever breaks. Keep him
awake. Keep talking to him." Her voice was breaking up. "And call me
every hour if you can, at least until the fever breaks.""Ok." I said."It will be alright." She said. And then I could barely make out the last
words, but she said, "I trust you." And the line went dead.I went back over to Chas. His lips were little kids nudes still blue, and I could make out
the blue veins in his forehead. "Chas, buddy. You got to wake up." I
shook him very gently. He murmured and opened his eyes just a slit.
He gave me a dreamy smile and then closed them again. Again I shook
him and this time shouted, "Chas! Wake up!" His eyes opened wider
and he seemed more alert. I went to the supply closet and found the
medical case, then moved various articles and found the water supply.
There were probably seven boxes of Evian water bottles. I ripped one
out and took to Chas who was watching me curiously. "Drink this." I
said handing him the opened bottle."I'm not thirsty." He slurred as if he were drunk."I know buddy but we got to stay hydrated." As if this made sense to
him, he took the bottle and tipped it back. I watched the delicate
tendons in his throat flex and gulp as he drained the contents of the
bottle. "Good boy." I said. A trickle of water ran down his chin. I
wiped it away little petite sluts
with my hand and got into bed with him. I tucked us
into littlemelissa galeries a tight spoon and stroked his soft leg he felt warm, skinny little girls but not as hot a
few seconds ago. "Chas?""Yeah." Came the raspy music of his voice."We gotta stay awake, bud.""Oh. . . kay." He hummed."Chas." I kissed his shoulder. "mmm" he moaned. "Chas, talk to me.""Oh kay..." he said. "I had a bad dream.""What was it about?""I don't remember very well.""Just try.""It was me...and you...and we were driving in an old little angels cunt green truck far up
in the mountains.""That sounds nice. I like the mountains.""Oh kay. . ." he whispered drifting off. I shook him..."and we were
driving and, but, and something was. . .chasing us.""What was it?""It was a monster. . . and I"Chas sat in the truck and felt as the road beneath sped underneath
them. To one side was the sheer face of the mountain going up and up
into the sky. Matt was driving and they were going up, trying to get
away from that thing that had been chasing them for so long, it seemed
like forever. Night was just coming, but it always seemed the same
time of day, forever, it had never changed. Just after sunset. And on
the other side of the truck the road gave way down, down, down the
mountain went. He could see the tips of trees poking up like spikes,
and down, down, down, more trees, thousands of trees, evergreens,
great pines with trunks big enough to drive a truck through. Down,
down, and below them a little family nudes
valley, in the evening dusk little japan teenz
a patchwork of
tilled and untilled fields. Far in the distance was a road and he could
see faint headlights of the cars as they went wherever they were going.He looked at Matt whose face he could barely see. I must be dreaming,
he though, but he was not sure. It felt like a dream, because he thought
if he concentrated he could separate his mind from his body little angels cunt
and float
over the truck and out over the hills and over the beautiful valley, like
an eagle. But he littlemelissa galeries did not little puffy nipples
dare it, because he was afraid of getting lost
and loosing Matt. He loved Matt, not in a way that many people would
think; he loved Matt so much that it hurt him think about it. He loved
him in a special way, in a very private way. He couldn't explain it;
really, it was nobody's business. But he knew something about their
love was dangerous, that it scared some people. That was why they
were fleeing now, because someone found out about them, and when
that happened they turned into the Monster. Chas littles tgp held on to his
seatbelt as Matt hit a washboard and the truck bucked and seemed to
glide to the treacherous cliff face. But then Matt did something and
they were turning a corning and going up, up on the road. Chas looked
back and thought he saw a car, but he wasn't sure. Could the Monster
drive?Of course the Monster could drive. The Monster could do everything.
Chas sat back. Matt reached over and rubbed his leg, his inner thigh.
Chas opened his legs and Matt's hand stroked his little balls and cock
underneath the tight, cowboy jeans he was wearing. He saw that he
was wearing a good worn pair of boots and a tight t-shirt that said "I
love NY." A warm feeling filled his tummy and then his chest as Matt
stroked his little penis to stiffness inside the tight confines of his pants.
Then he put his hand back on the steering wheel and focused on the
road ahead of them.Chas tried to remember where it was that he got these strange clothes.
Matt was dressed similarly. Then he remembered that they got them
when they ran from the monster the last time. The last time they were
surfers in southern California. He liked that. He liked the calmness of
the ocean and the warm sun on his skin. Then one night they were
walking along the beach after sunset, like tonight, and they were alone,
and Chas had warm the feeling of Matt's love in him, and his little butt
was nice and tender because Matt and just eaten him out in the little
beach cottage they shared: one bathroom, a living room, a kitchen, a
bed on which they kissed, and other stuff, and the nude little pretty best view of the
ocean in southern California, or so the advertisement said. So they
bought the house.They walked in the sand, close but not touching because other people
were out. Guys with their girlfriends, men and their wives, even two
old men holding hands. But Matt and Chas were the only Man and boy
together. This fact did not escape Chas, and he knew it made Matt
nervous sometimes. And so when there were people around they didn”
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