Date: Tue, 25 Jan 2005 21:06:43 -0800 (PST) From: Alera Subject: Giving In... Chapter 1 The usual warnings apply. You have accessed the gay, adult-youth section of the Nifty Erotic Sex Stories Archive, so I figure you know what is coming. This has some sort of sexual relations between an adult and a preteen minor boy. If that is not your thing, don't bother reading. Also, this is for mature audiences, so check your local, regional, or national legality laws for sexually stimulating material and find out if you need to never come here again or not. This story is not made to encourage sex between adults and children. This is complete fiction and fantasy purely for the purpose of sexual release. The author considers this to be discouraging it, because it keeps all sexual interest with children within a story, as opposed to porn. So, if you understand the legal topics discussed and you are passing with all of them, please, continue on. Oh, and this stuff is totally my work. Copywrited and stuff. I'm the author. Before you go on to read my story, I would like to state something first. This is a collection of fantasies that have been going through my mind and, perhaps, some other peoples' as well. I have no clue how this story is going to come out. Even as I write this, I don't know how many chapters there will be, or if there will even be more than this. I just decided I was in the mood to begin writing again, so I did. That is the way writers like me work. So we will see what happens together. I won't promise a continuing series and I won't promise the greatest story in the world. Chances are, this will be a story featuring preteens, since those are the youths I like. So, don't bother reading on if you are into 13 or older. Now, on with whatever the hell I end up writing. I am not your average guy. I figure, since you are reading this, you already know what I prefer. I like little kids. Since this is the gay section, its pretty obvious that I like little boys. But I am not a particularly horny person. Even as a teenager, I was not "constantly turned on" and I didn't have to masturbate a lot. In fact, I thought I was pretty healthy in that regard. I always knew I was "that way" with kids, but I always said I would never do anything about it. Stay celebate, right? Protect those kids I could be harming. I didn't keep child porn and I tried to stay away from these erotic stories. What was I supposed to do? Turn into a pedophile? No thanks. I read the psychiatric requirements of a pedophile, and they aren't good. Currently, according to one particular psychiatrist, I am not a pedophile. I have no name. I am a nothing with a something. Fantastic how the world assumes that just because a few men who couldn't control their sexual urges can represent so many others that have done nothing wrong. Hate that. But this isn't the story of how I fought my urges and became successful and super will powery. No. This can't be a story like that. No one on Nifty wants to read that. They want sex. So, I will sacrifice my entire self for your personal pleasure. Lets get this story rolling. You can call me Jeff Carmen. I have worked in numerous places. At the time, I was part of a travelling stage crew for a group of young dancers. Dancers as young as three and as old as 18. It paid well enough and it earned me a certain amount of trust with the parents, not only of those in the show, but near my home. The dance troupe was at a standstill. They were going to be in some movie or something, located in our home town. So, as a result, they didn't particularly need me until they went on the road again. The movies have their own workers. Which was quite convenient, considering my neighbor's emergency. The Selmens were my next door neighbors. It was a single mother and a son. The son was about seven years old, finishing his kindergarten year. I knew them pretty well. The son, Robert, was pretty cute. I always thought of him more than just the neighbor boy, which is unusual for me. But, without problem, I babysat him from time to time. Erin Selmen told me that my paid vacation came at just right time, as long as I was planning on doing the big favor she was asking. Her sister, who happened to live in France, was having a medical emergency of some kind. Erin didn't care to describe it very well. She simply asked that I care for Rob. She didn't want to pull him out of class at the end of the year. The school told her that if she wasn't transferring him to another school, he might have to retake kindergarten all over again. Let me tell you a little something about Erin. Erin was pretty much the only friend I had. I travelled so much that I didn't have a lot of time for socialization, but she was almost like a sister to me. My family was so widespread across the nation that I would have been lucky if I heard from them once in a year. I had no problem with that, though. So, of course I said yes. Besides... What would I have to do if no kid ran around asking to mow my lawn for a good ten bucks? I certainly didn't mow it. Erin decided to leave immediately, so Rob would be moving in, immediately. I had no problem with this, again. Rob was a wonderful kid. He was smart and he knew how to behave. Rob knew how to take care of himself. He was a low maitenance kid. Because of this, I didn't treat him like a kid. I treated him like an equal. He deserved it. A part of me wanted to be able to in every way. Perhaps I would. Perhaps I wouldn't. Chances are, I wouldn't. I suppose I loved him. Rob was seven years old. He had the classic blonde hair and blue eyes. But his hair was not going to stay blonde. His hair color was already beginning to change. He was of average height for his age and was toned to a point. He still had a bit of that classic baby fat around the belly and had a beautiful, round rear end. I couldn't say anything more because I have never seen his body naked before. I suppose I would end up seeing, at least a glimpse, while he stayed with me. I wouldn't complain. But I wouldn't jump up and rape him either. He was off limits. Every kid was. Rob arrived with his mother's cart. Erin kept a shopping cart in her home for moving stuff around. I envied her. I always wanted one. Rob was wearing his soccer uniform. He had gotten back from his soccer match an hour ago, but hadn't had time to change or take a bath. He carted the medium-sized Wegmans cart into my front hall. My house was small. There was only one bedroom. But it was enough, I figured, for the both of us. Just so long as no one else moved in, everything would be fine. Erin appeared minutes later. She looked horrible. Her hair was tossled and her clothes ruffled. She needed rest herself, but she had booked a flight already. She practically threw a briefcase in my face and said she had to hurry. I barely got out a "bye..." before she was already running back to her home. "I guess its just us..." I said to Rob as I placed the briefcase on the table. I didn't bother to open it. I was pretty sure I knew what was in it. Information about medicals, records, ect. Perhaps a key to the house. Other important things. "Yeah..." he muttered in reply. "Well, mine as well get settled in. I haven't had dinner yet. Pizza or chinese?" I asked. "Uhh... Chinese?" he guessed, shrugging his shoulders. "Alright. I'll order. I recommend you take a bath or something. You look like you need it." "Okay..." he replied, almost sadly. "What? Something wrong?" "Umm... yeah..." "And what might that be?" "My mom always runs my baths for me..." Really? I thought to myself. She babies him a bit. I had no problems with that. "Alright... Come on then..." I led him to the bathroom and plugged the bath. The bathroom itself was quite clean and roomy. Out of all of the things that I kept cleanly, my bathroom was the best. It was an impression on the owner of the home, I guess. "How hot do you like your water?" I asked. "Pretty hot..." he responded as he began to untie his soccer shoes. I began to run it, then stood up. He was pulling off his first long sock. "You can turn it off on your own. Just turn the knobs to the left when its as full as you want it." The boy looked up at me solemnly as if I was abandonning him. What was wrong? What was I doing? Did he really want me to stay? He had to tell me if that was what he wanted. "Is something wrong?" "Umm... no..." "Why do I find it hard to believe you?" "I dunno..." "Rob... I know you. What is wrong?" "Umm... Can you... wash me?" He is seven years old... When I was seven, I was taking a shower. Did Erin really baby him like this? I wasn't going to complain, since I always wanted to see him naked. Always. But I felt it was getting dangerous too. "Let me get the order out first, alright?" "Ok..." I left the bathroom and headed for the living room. Man, this was weird. It was like he was tempting me. Kids don't tempt, I reminded myself. Kids don't seduce. Men just get horny. I shook my head and ordered up some lomeine and fried rice. I hung up the phone and sighed. This could go badly. I decided right there that there was no reason to hold back any longer. This was something I couldn't just try and hide. He would either just let it happen or he would react adversely to me. Either way, they would have a talk and something would become of it. Whether he would have to learn to not be so enticing or he would enjoy me as much as I enjoyed him. I secretly hoped that both would happen on either end. I returned to the bathroom and saw Rob. Rob hadn't even started to get dressed. I was hard already. I was wearing pretty safe jeans for hiding it, but it was stressed against the front of my pants. I was letting go. I kneeled down in front of Rob. "Look, Rob... uhh..." I froze. Damn it! Why was this so hard? It was something I had just thought through and it seemed so simple. "Later... Right now, lets get your bath done." Rob didn't seem to get started about getting himself undressed, so I took over that. He didn't seem to mind. His shoes and socks were already by the door. A part of me hoped he was waiting for me to do it. I took hold of his socker jersey and pulled it up over his smooth chest. A bit of baby fat poked out, but not enough to call him chubby by any means. He had cute little nipples that stuck out. My fingers wandered as I pulled it up slowly. I caressed his chest as I went up his body towards his neck. When it was all gathered there, I lifted it off of him and put it aside. I sighed as I reached a secret goal. There was his shorts. I wanted this event to last, though. I slid my hand into his waistband and pulled out the drawstring. Slowly, I untied it and stretched it out. I took hold of his stretchy sports shorts and pulled by the waist. AS my hands wend down his body, they felt the curves of his belly going down to his pelvic area. One hand slid backwards to slide over his cloth-covered rear and the other went across his package, covered in a pair of undies. My hands slid inbetween his thighs as the shorts came to the ground. He stepped out of them and I placed them with the shirt. Here it comes, I thought. This was what I had been waiting for. His naked body, bare to me. He wore cartoon undies, featuring the power rangers. I didn't know if he liked the power rangers or if his mom just bought it for him, but it looked excellent on him. I could see the shape of his little boy package pressed against the stretchy material. I always had a thing for kids in cartoon underwear. I almost didn't want to remove it right away. I looked up to Rob's face. He seemed quite relaxed. I sighed as I reached forwards and grasped the back and the front of his undies, like his shorts. I would not lose this chance. I took my hands, palm spread across his body, half way into his underwear and began to pull down. One of my fingers slid down inbetween his silky butt-cheeks. My other hand fell across his package as it came down ever so slowly. Rob sighed. The underwear comes the rest of the way down and he steps out of it. The young boy was bare before me. It was perfect. He was circumsized, as I had hoped. His body was bare of hair, besides his head. His milky skin was everything I had hoped for. His belly stuck out a little, and his innie belly button twitched a little. He was truly everything I had ever wanted. And he didn't react to what touches I had given. The bath had been filled. I led him to the bath tub and helped him into the tub. I helped him climb in and watched as his lower body disappeared into the water. But this was not done. I was to wash this gorgeous boy. He sat in the tub while I began to wash his hair. I was in a trance. There was a naked, seven year old perfection, and my hands could roam free, just so long as soap was in one of them. I rinsed his thin hair and then began the pleasure. I started at the chest. I rubbed the soap on and scrubbed him with my bare hands. I reached his pecks and began to massage his nipples. Rob sighed again. I don't know if it was the hot water or me. I hoped it was me. I continued down to his belly. The soap slid across his body and into his belly button. I wiggled my finger in his birth hole and he giggled, but went back to pleasure quickly. I turned back then, washing his sides, up to his shoulders, and down his arms. Hitting a dead end, I turned to his back. The bar of soap slid down his spine, clearing impurities that I didn't even see as possible to be present. I went all the way down to his butt, but he happened to be sitting on it. I didn't feel like saying anything, but this had to look like more than me taking advantage of him. I was supposed to be bathing him. "Stand up, Buddy," I said, almost robotically. He pulled his body up and out of the water. It cascaded down every curve across him. I was falling in love so fast. My cock throbbed intensely. I would have to get off soon. But, for now, I needed to wash. I washed his butt, meading it with my hands. Rob relaxed to my massaging hands. But I continued down his legs. Down the outside, to his feet, then began the ascent. Back up through the inner thighs. This was my target. My hand landed on his package as I soaped it up and began to massage my hand across his little penis, his jewels, and right behind it. It was wonderful. I continued to soap it, returning to his shaft which seemed to stir at my touch. Rob didn't seem to mind, so I kept going. I took his shaft inbetween my index finger and thumb and slowly began to jack the kindergartener off. Slowly, but surely, his little dick turned into a stiffie about one and a half inches long. Rob closed his eyes and took deep breaths. Letting it go. Excellent. He was starting to waver a little, so my other hand went to his rear end to support him up as I jacked him off. Instinctively, my middle finger began to slide inbetween his butt cheeks to try inserting, but I wasn't going to do it. I didn't want to scare him. He seemed open. The doorbell rang. I didn't hear it the first time. But I heard it the second time. Rob didn't seem to. I let go slowly and hurried down the hall. I wished I hadn't ordered food. Who knew how that scene could have carried out, should I have chosen the pizza place. It always took longer to have a pizza made. I opened the door to find an old asian woman with my bag. I handed her the money and a rather generous tip. I told her I was sorry about making her wait. I told her I had guests. I couldn't tell her that I was bathing my child. She saw me every week. She knew very well that I lived alone. Normally, we would talk before she left. She was such a nice woman. But I had other things on my mind, of course. My raging hard on hit the top of the list. I thanked her, told her I was in a hurry, and that I would see her next week. She nodded and said something in one of those asian languages. She always had to remind me that it meant "Good fortune to you," or something similar. I placed the food on the kitchen table before returning to the bathroom. Rob was sitting in the bath again. I wondered if he was soft yet, but wasn't about to ask. Rob looked up at me. "Are we done now?" he asked, not seeming to care either way. "Well, dinner is here, so I suppose so. We did wash you everywhere. Is there anything else you need to get done in that tub?" "Not that I can think of. But I like baths..." he said. An adult could take that as he wanted to be jacked off more. I wasn't sure if a seven year old would think like that. "Well, if you want cold beef lomein, then you can stay in here. My microwave blew up two days ago," I replied. "Cool! Did the house almost burn down?" "Pretty much. That's why you always keep a fire extinguisher in the kitchen," I replied. He pulled his naked body from the water. His stiffie was almost gone. Too bad. We could finish that session tomorrow or something. It wouldn't be bad. But they needed to have the talk. I would, however, soak up the rest of this event as best I could. There was one thing I knew we could do that would not be misconstrued. I hoped, anyway. I grabbed the towel without a hint from him and began to dry Rob off. If he wanted me to undress him and bathe him, I doubted he would want me to skip out on drying him off. I ran my new towel across his wet body, soaking up the water that defined his young features oh so well. Rob was beautiful in any situation. My hands, through the towel, caressed each part of his body with equal interest. I didn't focus on his penis this time. I wasn't obsessed with his penis. I was obsessed with him. His penis was just something to gravitate to. I grabbed up his clothes and took a wiff. Sweaty. I tossed them into my open hamper. I turned to Rob with a wicked grin on my face. "As for you, young sir. Your clothes are not unpacked. You have a few choices. Your soccer uniform is not one of them. I could let you run around naked. Or I could drag you downstairs and get something from your stuff..." I wanted him to run around naked. Personally, I would rather him run around in his undies. It added a certain fun to any encounter. I decided to just have him get dressed for bed. Why not, right? He seemed to want to be treated like a kid, so I chose to start doing so. I grabbed his naked body by his bony waist and threw his thrashing form over my shoulder. He laughed and giggled as my one hand grabbed at his sensetive sides. He writhed in my grip as I returned to the front area of the home and went to the shopping cart. I pulled out a suitcase and opened it up. I rummaged through his things until I found power rangers pjs. Looks like Walmart had a sale or he does like them. A fresh pair of undies, although these were some other cartoon character I didn't recognize. I put my angelic boy down and slid his undies up his body just as I had taken his off in the bathroom. I got a good touch of his penis and tight little ball sack on the way up. I didn't want it to seem out of place. Then I pulled up his tight night pants and his little shirt over his head. He looked younger than he was. I swatted his butt playfully. "Dinner is on the table." This was going to be a long night, I thought. Better yet, this was going to be a long vacation. I just hoped it could keep getting better! End Chapter 1 Alright That's the end of chapter one. I think there will be more to this after all. Of course, no one has gotten to a climax yet, so it can't be done, right? Well, I suppose so. Depending on the public reaction to this, I will continue. So email me with comments and the like alerataivar@yahoo.com. Just a note to those who want to email me... Try and be a little discreet about it. I check my email in front of other people, most of which don't know this side of me. So, please dont put the subject as "Make the kiddie cum!" or something like that. I don't want to become my town's pervert. Thanks. Don't be afraid to make suggestions as to scenes you want to see, either. I am open to public opinion. Even I don't know where this is going to go, if anywhere interesting. Perhaps your idea could be the feature for part two. So, catch up with me! Also note, this did not turn out to be me writing very well. This is very so-so and I didn't try very hard. So, hopefully, future chapters will be more than the meat-and-bones style I put out for the first one. Thanks for reading and all that.