Please distribute in complete form. If offended by sexual contact between very young boys and adults, please read no further. Category: Gay Man/Boy Science Fiction. The story so far: (as seen in Joshua.txt) It is a time in the near future where boy-lovers are legal, if not socially accepted. I have taken on a mate, a cute twelve-year-old named Joshua and things seem to be going pretty smoothly. Well, as smoothly as they can be when you're a known pedophile. But.... Life was good; I had Joshua after all. Things might have continued going smoothly if we, acting on impulse, hadn't decided to take a trip. That trip turned out to be a disaster. Aboard our ship we encountered a pair of fourteen-year-old twins destined to be executed for being freaks of humanity, clones. Then, the ship inexplicably crashes - it turns out the clones were responsible. Because we were the only other 'freaks of humanity', as boylover and mate, and due to a strange coincidence, we were assumed to have taken part in the plot. We were locked up and treated as prisoners. Just when I thought things couldn't get worse they did - it turns out the very world we had crashed into (and not by accident) was a slaver world, and the slavers were on their way to collect everyone aboard the ship. While the clones didn't think of slavery as any big deal - they had been sex slaves all their lives - Joshua and I certainly didn't want to be sold at any price. So, taking the clones with us, we escaped the authorities and hopped an escape pod - effectively disappearing from both the authorities and the slavers (we hoped). While that solved our immediate problems, we were still stuck on an alien world with no hope of escape. And now, the story continues: Joshua's World Part II Written by: GoldWyvern 11.19.97 "Hey David!" Arose a familiar shout behind me. I turned, my worries sliding away as I was greeting by the most perfect sight I have ever seen a little boy named Joshua. He was wearing the red and green crewman's hat that had become his favorite, emblazoned with the symbol of the UL underlined with the name of the passenger liner we had been on. It sparkled prettily in the fading light of dusk. Legs parted slightly in the tallish grass, tan shorts showing off his smooth and slightly tanned hairless legs. Tank-top shirt flapping lazily in the breeze, and exposing his chest to the world - light pink tits and skin smooth to the touch. He wasn't wearing shoes of course - had sworn them off except when it rained. Joshua is one of a kind. Any boy can have a pretty face or a sexy body, but Joshua had those and more. He also possessed maturity far beyond his age, a keen insight of the inner workings of emotions that was uncanny. Almost like a mirror - I project what makes me happy, and he reflects it back only intensified a thousand fold. Under that mask of childlike innocence and simplicity was a highly intelligent mind. No normal child was he, I only hoped I made him as happy as he made me. I raised my hand in a gesture of acknowledgment and strode across the grassy gap separating us, until I reached comfortable speaking distance. Joshua looked upward and cocked his head up at me, attempting to make me out in the glare of the sun. His cheeks had become freckled during the last three months and as I looked at him now I discovered they really complemented him. "Why do you always go out there?" He asked, young boy's husky voice sending a thrill down my spine. I crouched and picked grass absentmindedly. "Oh, I dunno. To think, I guess. Daydream. Let the cool breeze whisk my away to some place of my imagination." "Oh," was all Joshua said. He sat down beside me, and rested his arm on my leg, hand embracing my knee. There was a moment of silence, which lingered until uncomfortable. I turned to him, questioning. "What's on your mind?" In response Joshua crawled in between my legs, and lay back against me. I sat down fully to accommodate him, and wrapped my arms around his arms and chest. He felt safe around me, for I had never harmed him, and knew I never would. After a moment he spoke. "I was just thinking about...home. It's been so long." I mused on this, chuckling internally; only a child would consider a three-month period 'so long'. In his short years it must seem like an eternity. I wasn't all that old myself, twenty-eight - but I had learned the skill of patience, and three months was only a very small chunk in my experience. "Homesick eh?" I teased him. "And I thought you were enjoying it here." Joshua turned within my grasp to look up at me, his green eyes capable of trapping souls within them. "I am enjoying it here. Ever since we've been here we've had nothing but fun. But... I'd like to talk to someone else besides you three. And I'd really like to..." His hand snaked down, rubbing my crotch through my shorts, "do it between our own sheets for a change. I can't really say I miss home exactly, more like I miss being in a place where I don't wake up in the middle of the night afraid that a slaver has spotted us in the darkness." I stroked his hair. "I know what you mean. It is nerve-racking sometimes, and we are long overdue to get out of here. I've been thinking about it for a while now, and its time. The next time the opportunity arises, we shall leave. As for the twins - well, they have enough food here and they can hide when we alert the authorities about this place. After that, they'll have the place to themselves and we can visit to make sure they are doing all right." Joshua nodded, satisfied. "Sounds like the perfect plan. I'll go tell the twins!" Happily he jumped up, but I grabbed his arm." "Uh, wait a second...." I said uncertainly. "You don't want me to tell them?" He queried. Then, looking me over, he saw what I wanted. "You know, "he teased, smile forming on his sweet red lips, "I'm beginning to think the only reason you care about me is for sex!" "You know that's not true!" I said, offended. "I was just teasing you idiot!" With that, he dropped to his knees before me, ready to begin. "Well, there is just one thing..." I propped myself on my knees as well. "And that is?" "You're always in control, while I just do what you say. I want to be in control today." While I had always attempted to make sure Joshua received as much pleasure as I did, I realized he was right. How selfish of me! I quickly conceded, chiding myself for my blindness. Joshua brightened. "All right! Now you gotta do exactly what I say. OK?" "Well, I am NOT going to stand on my head and bark like a dog..." He screwed up his face at me, annoyed. I realized suddenly that this meant more to him than I had thought. I nodded, promising complete obedience. Wondering frantically what the clones had taught him behind my back. Joshua led to me to the trunk of a tree we had felled for firewood, shooing off the footlong spider-like creature that liked to suntan there. Standing at the base of the trunk, his bare feet clumsily finding hold in between several roots, he ordered me to my knees. I complied. Then, he simply dropped his shorts and kicked them several feet away. He looked truly erotic now, clad now only in a tank top, the edge of the cloth brushing against his penis in the breeze. His skin was unmarked from the feet up, excepting what I referred to as his beauty mark - a dark freckle midway between his penis and his stomach. I knew from experience that this skin was soft and smooth, matching the rest of his body. Joshua pulled his small twelve-year-old frame, which only reached chest high to me, onto the trunk. Doing so caused his light brown to hair to drop blocking his vision, which he brushed away with a flick of his hand. He spread his legs for me, moving forward to the edge of the trunk so that the balls of his small hard penis dropped over the edge of the trunk. Reaching back the gripped the edge of the trunk to keep balance, and I knew instantly what he wanted. "Suck only the tip, " He ordered, husky boy voice now even huskier. "With your hand whack me off, like I do to you." I moved to comply, moving into position in-between legs spread far more wide than I thought was a possible, even for a little boy. I steadied his dick between two fingers, warm and rock hard to the touch. Was it my imagination, or could I feel the warmth of his slightly tanned legs against my cheeks? I started a gentle rhythm, waiting till he leaned his pelvis forward in anticipation before settling my mouth over him. He leaned back even further then, almost lying on the broad trunk. A testament to his flexibility, I thought. I began to lick the head then, savoring the musky taste of boy-flesh, unique in its own right. Around the edges I danced, the ridges sliding against my tongue. My saliva was building up, bringing the taste of him to my entire tongue and producing a smother suck. With my hand I continued the slow rhythm, my fingers tapping my own lips then down deep into the flesh where the dick met the balls. Joshua thrust forward, his body begging me to move faster. But I knew he would gain more satisfaction if I continued in at a slow pace. Joshua gasped a longer more satisfied gasp then I had heard from him before. Either I was accomplishing the perfect blowjob or he simply derived more pleasure from being in complete control. I suspected the latter, and made a mental note to let him take the lead more often. "Touch me, " He squeaked, in between moans. I spread my legs apart for better balance and reached with my left hand to his hamstring, caressing it. With a start I felt some moisture, Joshua had gotten so far into this that he was sweating. I had never seen him so turned on before. My hand ventured up the leg, while his bare foot on the other side rubbed up and down my side in ecstasy. Further up my hand traveled, brushing his creamy skin, traveling the curve from the leg to the side of his stomach. I was fortunate Joshua was so small, I could reach all the way up under his tank top to his chest, and the path followed taunt from the stretched position he was in. I lingered there a moment, feeling his chest rise and fall sharply as I worked down below. Now both feet rubbed against me, and sensing how close he was I increased the pace a margin. His legs were now as close as they could get to my sides without crushing my head, rubbing their bare skin against me. I had to bring my hand back down, it was getting caught in his legs and he was about to fall off the trunk. I pushed the now released hand under his buttcheeks, allowing him to keep his seat. Then, there it was. Joshua let out high pitched sound and his body tensed even more than before, legs thrust back and stiff, feet ached forward. My mouth filled. Not much, Joshua was still very young, but enough to catch me by surprise and I almost let some of it loose. Then, like after a storm, his whole body collapsed on to the trunk. He pulled himself back a bit, so that he could rest his buttocks and legs as well. I detached myself, and stood, watching him. Completely spent, and in more than the obvious way. Joshua's head was lolled to one side, red with exertion. Arms hung at right angles to either side, showing a rather nice view of his hairless armpits. The bottom of his tanktop pulled up so and not to interfere with the sucking I had just accomplished. Legs spread haphazardly, at rest. And his penis - shiny and wet, and still hard, a bit over aftercum on the tip. I carefully mounted the stump, leaning over him, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "How was that?" Joshua giggled and stared up at me. "We GOT to do that again!" I smiled. We would, as many times, as Joshua wanted. He hadn't looked this thrilled about what we had done since the first time I had made him cum, way back when he was nine. I nodded and dismounted. Joshua propped himself up on his elbows and pulled his legs up enticingly. "I'm a little spent right now, but if you want you can do me real quick." I recognized the offer for what it was - guilt that he had all the fun. Joshua wasn't really interested in any more right now, but because of his guilt he was willing to just lie there and take it for me. I couldn't do that. "Not right now, Josh. I'm feeling a bit hungry, maybe later, OK?" He looked relived. "Oh, OK. Later then." Then he reached down and fondled himself, stroking the last of the remnant experience before his slipped back into his shorts. We headed back and ate dinner. The sun rose a few days later to find our little party of a boy, a man, and a pair of fourteen year old twins crawling through the underbrush at the edge of a slaver landing zone. This site was very close, not even ten miles distant from our own encampment in the forest. A fact that had startled us greatly when we had first discovered it a month ago. Since then we had made frequent trips here. Watching as large cargo ships landed on the rough-hewn landing spaces and offloaded their often-human cargo. Zack, the older clone by two days, explained to me once that this is a basic operation in the slave trade. A ship often landed a day's journey from the holding pens in order to reduce the risk of any escaped slaves making it off planet. Also, the distance better helped to disguise the actual location of the pen from the air. All landing zones were temporary and built to move easily. This was to prevent anyone that had discovered a site from monitoring it too long, and kept ground-based transports from creating an established road back to the pen. Basically, even in the relative safety of a secluded world like this one slavers in general still preferred to be overt and secretive. It was an unbreakable habit born from their line of work, and one I believed would work to our advantage. Had the slavers been open in their operations no doubt there would be one great complex, with thousands of guards to protect it and unbelievable security measures in place. As it stood now the guards were few and relaxed, dozen or so men barely in uniform. An abused barbed wire fence surrounded each of the individual 'parking spaces', five foot in height and opening up to a central fenced corral in the center. The logic behind this crude arrangement was simple. If anyone tried to run, they would have to pause to get past the barbed wire fence, and the guards would have ample opportunity to shoot. The chances of this ever happening were near to none, as all prisoners were secured to a chain from the point they got off the ship to the point they were rescued in the transports headed for the pen, or vice versa. This situation has made it relatively easy to do what we came here to do, if timed correctly. We waited for an opportunity; a time when a ship was at rest in a parking area, and no slaves were waiting for transport. This would be the time all the guards were at their most relaxed, huddled in a group under some tree for shade and smoking the popular brands of cigarettes - the types with a high content of the hemp plant. The pilot of the ship would either join them or doing something on the ship preparing it for the next trip. Only a few hours passed before we had our chance. Calling on my lifetime of watching military movies I used advanced hand signals to tell the clones to get to work. The looked at me blankly, having apparently not watched the same movies. Sighing, I used more simple cutting gestures and off they went, slinking towards the outer fence of the ship we had targeted and cutting the barbed wire with the set of wire clipping tools we had discovered in our escape pod. Joshua and I rushed quickly through the fence, keeping low and alert. Clones one and two, receptively Zack and Mack, stayed at their position by the fence, ready to signal us if the guards came their direction. They would not be coming with us, as clones they were not welcome on any civilized planet. I felt a pang of sorry at leaving the two cute twins to fend for themselves, and reaffirmed to myself that I would be coming back as soon as all this was over. Fortunately the ship's main cargo entrance had carelessly been left open. We had planned to use the emergency release and open it manually, but this made it all that much easier and quieter. Up into the ship we plodded, Joshua staying a few steps behind and watching my back. The ship seemed blissfully empty. I had not seen the pilot leave but perhaps he had used another entrance than that visible to us. Soon we found the control room and I sent Joshua back to signal the twins to leave while I figured out the controls. They were the standard set with a few minor modifications easy enough to understand. I turned around to wait for Joshua to return. "Don't move, whoever you are." Growled a man who was pointing the business end of a shock-pistol at me. My heart attempted to fight its way out of my chest, but other than that I stood completely still. I thought hard.... Could I pretend to be one of the guards, coming in to check on the pilot? Had he seen Joshua? Having no other choice, I tried to talk my way out. "Oh, there you are." I said in my best slaver guard tone, standing straight and acting as if I owned the place. While talking I looked the man over with contempt, as I had seen the guards do many times. He was about forty-five, wearing a dirty mechanic's jumpsuit, complete with a rag sticking out of his pocket. Only his universal black and orange hat gave him away as the pilot. Clean- and wearing an expensive wrist computer I could see he did what he did proudly and for a high profit. "Who are you?" Asked the man suspiciously, but obviously unsure of himself. "My name? Why, are you going to turn me into the authorities? I don't trust you, and it shouldn't matter what my name is any how." I thought quickly. "What matters is that your gasoline tank has a leak and it's creating quite a stink out there. I thought, " I stressed this word sarcastically "I would be neighborly and give you a hand, so us boys outside can spent the rest of our shift without gagging. But if you're going to put a gun to my head, fuck off." I hoped the god this ship had an auxiliary gasoline tank. Blinking the pilot lowered his gun. "Auxiliary gasoline tank? But I was just in that area.... I didn't smell anything." He looked at me to provide an explanation. As he was no longer pointing a gun at me I assumed that he had accepted my cover as a guard, obviously because the only other people out here were slaves, and I wasn't wearing slave clothing. In the rush I couldn't think, and I just stared at him blankly till he raised his pistol again. Whamp! I thought for a moment that he had shot me, then I realized he lay crumpled on the ground and I was still standing. Joshua stood a few meters away, a power rifle in hand. "Where the hell did you get that?" I asked, not looking a gift horse in the mouth but genuinely curious. "Long story," he said. "We have to get out of here. This ship can't fly." "What do you mean can't fly?" "I mean the ship is grounded for repairs. Something blew out and the pilot can't - um couldn't - leave until it was fixed. As I said, long story. Lets GO!" He pleaded with me. Not waiting any longer he ran out in a dead run. I followed confused but I had trust in his judgment. Out the cargo hold we ran, through the fence. I wondered where the twins were, had they already taken off? Suddenly the tree to my right exploded, and I didn't stop to see where the shot had come from. Scooping Joshua up in my arms, I bolted into the forest at a dead run. I must of run for a half an hour, ears alert to any sounds of pursuit. Finally, Joshua struggled in my arms and insisted on being put down. Sensing we were safe, I did so. "OK, the spot is just ahead." He proclaimed, walking away. I followed. "What spot?" "Where we are supposed to meet. I'll fill you in in just a second." We broke through a copse of trees and ended up at the pond we had stopped to rest at earlier that day. Sitting around a small fire sat the twins, who waved at us as they saw us, approach. And....someone a didn't recognize. I had a feeling something big had happened while I was dealing with the pilot, and I needed an explanation quickly. I looked this stranger over. He was a very small boy, younger even then Joshua. About six years old he looked like an infant. A very cute child, with big brown eyes and brown hair, a shock of which hung over his eyes. With a start I realized he wore handcuffs, which explained his dejected look. Tired I sat down on a log and buried my head in my hands. When I was satisfied I was still sane; I looked at Joshua starting off his explanation. "Well," He began "After you told me to tell the twins to scat, I took off. Intending to do exactly what you said. I ran down the hallway but I heard a sound behind me. I looked to see what it was and I saw a man leaving a room I had just passed, perhaps he heard me running past him. This guy started to head up the hallway in your direction and there was nothing I could do about it. "So, I started looking for something I could use as a weapon, or some way I could warn you. The first place I tried was the room the man had come out of. It was his quarters, I think, had a bed and all. There was this kid -" Joshua indicated to the younger child "sitting on the bed. I thought he was going to scream or something but he just looked at me. I saw his handcuffs and I knew why he was there. I felt sorry for him but there was nothing I could do. "Then I saw that rifle leaning against a wall. I grabbed it real quick, and was coming to your rescue when the kid asked who I was and what I was doing. I told him I was about to steal the ship, and he told me the thing was broken and the pilot was waiting for a part to come so he could fix the thing. "Well, perhaps I was stupid but I grabbed the kid and ran him out the door, telling the twins to take care of him. I heard a rumbling and looked up - a ship was coming! So the twins said they'd take the kid here, fast as they could, and they took off. I ran back into the ship, boy was I surprised when I saw that man pointing that gun at you. And, well, you know the rest." I blinked and absorbed this. "You have a fire and everything going. How did you get here so fast?" Joshua grinned. "I'm sorry to say this, but you were running in circles a bit there...." "Oh, well, being shot at does that to a man." I said embarrassed. "Let's take a look at those handcuffs." Stooping over I took a look at the boy's cuffs. Inadvertently I also got a good look at the boy's legs, and suddenly realized that he wasn't wearing shorts like I had thought, but in fact slightly large underwear. Unbidden I started to get stiff. Young stuff like this wasn't really my style, but if all six-year-old were as cute as this I might be having some dreams about them soon. Again the gods of luck graced me. They were cheap cuffs, and a carefully placed shot would take them off. I placed the boy's arms as far apart as they would go on a rock, grabbed Joshua's rifle, aimed and shot the locking mechanism on one, then the other. Like melted butter, the cuffs were off. The boy rubbed his arms, but made not a sound. I was worried about him. Had the shock of the situation rattled him too much? Suddenly he hugged me, and I felt good. Hopefully through that daze he was in he realized we were his friends. Then, the unexpected surprise. Feeling the bulge in my pants from my goggling of his body, the boy unzipped my pants. I started to back away, but Zack stopped me. "Let him do what he wants. Remember most of his life he's been a sex slave. Probably the only thing he can think of to thank you is do something for you. If you reject him he'll think you hate him - you can tell him about free choice and all that stuff when he gets to know us, OK?" I nodded dumbly. Zack was an expert on this stuff, and I for some reason wanted this badly anyhow. I stood still. "What's his name?" "Andy," said Zack and Mack simultaneously. "Well, OK Andy. Go ahead." I said to the small boy. He looked up at me as I spoke, not quite understanding what I said but hearing the assurance in my voice. He was really out of it, reverting to base instincts to deal with the shock of the new experience. He attempted to pull down my jeans. I helped him with that, and we soon had them around my knees. Then, he pulled the top of my underwear down; he was seeking what was underneath. I looked around, slightly embarrassed. Strangely Joshua and the twins were watching with rapt attention. His hands were cold against my hard cock, rubbing it up and down childishly. I gently pulled down my underwear from the bottoms so as not to disturb him. Reaching some mental point, Andy opened his mouth wide and shoved my dick down his mouth as far as it would go. The boy was so small that as he did so he didn't have to lean forward at all, he was perfectly level with my crotch. He started to suck, not in a practiced way like Joshua would do it, but almost as if he had mistaken my dick for a bottle. I couldn't believe how far he had managed to go; I could almost feel the back of his throat! Then he pulled off a little, starting a succession of long deep sucks. It was much better than Joshua had ever done, and I had a feeling this little one had far more practice than even the twins did. His face bobbed up and down on me, eyes looking up occasionally to see my reaction. I smiled reassuringly at him. Having gotten the approval of his 'master', Andy moved his legs apart in a firmer stance and really started to get to work. I looked down and admired his young bare legs, a very long way off from reaching maturity. There wasn't a hint of baby fat left of them; the slavers had worked him hard. They had also taken care to make sure he was at his sexist, however, and therefore healthy. No sign of malnutrition, and the hands that fondled my nuts were soft. "Now to show him we are friends." Said Zack. Slowly, he knelt behind Andy and ran his hands along the inside of his legs. Andy's eyes widened, trying to look down to see who was touching him. I placed my hand on his head, as if to say it was OK if he wanted to see. Andy pulled my dick out of his mouth but still held it as he looked down. Zack looked up, hands now running along the out side of Andy's legs and close to the underwear. "May I Andy? Please?" He asked, one hand tugging on Andy's underwear while the other run along the smooth skin of his back reassuringly. Andy nodded once slowly, uncertainly. As the small boy watched, Zack pulled down his white underwear exposing to the world his cute rounded buttocks. These he ran his hand over and then under between the legs. He fondled the boy's penis expertly, causing it to get hard very quickly. When he was certain Andy had gotten comfortable with this, he called everyone else over to touch one at a time. Not knowing what to do, Andy resorted to simply placing my dick back into his mouth and resuming to suck, his undersized mouth stretching wide. We would have to show him, one by one, that we weren't going to hurt him, sex or not. Also, that he could refuse sex altogether - or have it by his own choice. That could best be achieved by not propositioning him for sex at all. None of us. If he really didn't want it he would simply not ask. If he did, then I could live with the knowledge that it was his own free will that had led him to the decision. Then there was the surprise. Mack, the younger of the clones, had begun a to play with Andy's penis, stoking the very small hard cock with a fever. And Andy was not only responding to it - it actually seemed he was enjoying it! I had not thought that a six-year-old was capable, but it appeared that I was wrong. Andy was thrusting his hips forward in desire. I wondered idly if he was capable of cumming. Like a key, that thought released my own inner gates, and my load rushed up and filled Andy's mouth. He neither flinched nor spit the stuff, being used to it. He simply stopped sucking and licked, swallowing. Some of the excess drooled out onto his lips. I pulled myself out, and donned my clothing. Knelling in front of Andy, I did what most likely no one had ever done before in his young life. I thanked him, earnestly. My own desire sated, I sat and watched as Andy's was taken care of. Mack, now having the room, took position in front of Andy and sucked his young penis, while Zack and Joshua simply run their hands down his body, whispering reassurances. Five minutes of this and the activity ran down. Andy was incapable at this time of cumming; there was no point in continuing. Hopefully he would grow up soon, and experience the true joys of sex. We trekked our way back home, paranoid now since the slavers now knew that we were out there, even if they didn't know who we were. There would be more intensive patrols; perhaps even a search party dedicated to looking for us. I wondered how long it would take for them to discover our hideout. As it turns out, not very long at all. As we crested the last hill towards out destination, Zack suddenly ordered us down. "What is it?" I asked, crouching in the leaves. Zack waved me silent, and listened to the wind. "Hear that? That buzzing sound?" "Sure, sounds like buzz snakes," I said, naming the strange snakelike creature that buzzed when alarmed, vibrating it's skin. "What about it?" "Yes, but have you ever heard so many of them at once, from so many directions?" I had filed the strange occurrence under 'unknown but unharmful' category, but I now knew what he was getting at. "Do you think slavers are causing that racket?" Zack shrugged, and Joshua crouched beside me. "He's scaring me, I don't think its safe down there." Joshua said, voice pleading for me to do something. "OK, OK. Everyone stay here, and keep quiet. Hide as best you can. I'll go take a look." There were nods all around. They were more competent in my ability than I was. Staying low and silent, I crawled my way down a steep embankment. If there were slavers hiding in the trees I didn't want them to see me, and to that end I choose the thickest brush whenever possible. I failed to get any response from the surrounding brush all the way down, and so it was with a sigh of relief I entered our escape pod. It was if I had walked into a beehive. The pod was pretty spacious - built for thirty people to last several months - but it looked cramped with several dozen slavers ransacking everything we had. I was bumped by three people attempting to escape when they finally noticed me. "He's here!" came the shout, followed by stomping feet behind me. Behind me because at this point I had bolted. Out the door I went my intention to attempt to lose them in the forest. Halfway to this haven the forest exploded with people and their pet guns. They came from all sides, and I saw no escape. Its amazing what a man does when confronted by impossible odds, sometimes doing things that are incredibly stupid in desperation. Out smarted and cornered, not knowing if they were going to shoot or ask for surrender, I ran straight back towards the pod. This was an unexpected maneuver, and with no one willing to shoot in the crowd it turned into a football game. I was the man with the ball, and everyone else blocks and tackles. Only by the element of surprise and the adrenaline in my blood did I make it past. Happily the largish crowd was now behind me - but catching up real fast. I made my way around the pod, dashing through bushes and brambles without thought. "Wow, a lift!" I said. Not out of frenzied hope but because one had appeared in front of me, a personal transport built for five. It was parked and had the hatch open. Hidden behind the pod to keep it from my view as I fell into their trap. It was red and green, had rust spots, and seats in a semi circle inside. But I didn't notice this much because I was far too busy pushing the big green LIFT button and kicking people off as they attempted to jump in. I made it up high enough, and I pushed the accelerator all the way forward. Lucky thing I had, from the gunfire I heard behind me a split second of hesitation and I would have been dead. I swooped back and found the spot in the forest where the boys were. "Hey guys!" I said as I landed. "I would have to say there are slavers in the camp. But look what I found!" One by one heads poked from hiding places and stared in awe at my new toy. I hurried them in to their seats. Exactly five people for five seats. I shrugged at the coincidence and took off, this time making sure to seal the hatch first. As I took to the air I noticed several lifts taking off and heading in my direction. Enough of that! Again I hit the accelerator to full and flew in an erratic way until I was certain they had lost us. Not hard to do - a lift can reach a velocity just below the speed of light in an atmosphere. In space it flew much slower; the drive needed large amounts of carbon dioxide to operate. We ended up in a random place over an ocean. I looked around, trying to spot a coastline. Joshua pointed out something - a largish island, and I landed there. Hopefully the slavers hadn't taken the time to map out this world; if so we could be safe on an uncharted island. A week later we had established a new home. Robinson Cruesoe we were definitely not, and we didn't have to be. This world practically threw edible foods and drinkable water at us, keeping us fed and happy in the warm climate. After a week of trying we built simple lean-to's we finally decided just to sleep in the lift when it rained. We dubbed it Joshua's Island, because after all he had spotted it. I mused on how I had dreamed of one day being stranded on a deserted island with a little boy. Not only had it happened but also the little boy turned into four little boys! A pedophile heaven, I guess. I shrugged. Frankly I was more concerned on getting them all out of there and back to civilization where they belonged. But, for now, the beaches were great! The boys were playing in our favorite location, a broad strip close to our new camp. I watched them from a distance, returning after a trip to the local spring, which had decided this location as the one we would stay at. As I approached, Andy leapt into the water and splashed around, under the careful watch of Zack. Unhurriedly I handed him our only thermos filled with water and waited till he had his fill. Mack was lying on a towel in the sand, face down on top of Joshua and nuzzling his neck passionately. I kicked him gently to get his attention and handed him the thermos. He gulped some of it down greedily, straddled on Joshua and dripping some of the water on his bare chest. Joshua giggled and tossed sand at him. "Open your mouth," said Mack teasingly poising the thermos over Joshua's head. Joshua opened his mouth wide and closed his eyes, red lips forming an o in expectation. Down came the water, first filling Joshua's mouth to overflowing and then trailing down to his neck and chest. Joshua sputtered and tried at grab at the thermos. "No fair!" he said in mock protest. "Now stop that you too." I interceded, snatching the thermos. "Leave some for Andy." I screwed the top back on and set it down where it was safe from being overturned. Mack shrugged and relaxed his supple fourteen-year-old body back on Joshua, kissing freckled shoulders. Joshua threw some more sand in his face. "Agrrah!" Mack protested and scooped mounds of dirt on a giggling Joshua, who attempted to escape but couldn't under the older boy's more powerful legs. Finally he turned sideways and crawled out, wrestling away the blonde's grappling arms and making a run for it. His freedom didn't last for very long, for Mack had longer legs and could run faster - especially considering Joshua was laughing so hard he couldn't stand straight. Joshua was tackled to the ground, landing sideways on his bare hips in the stand, legs folding under him. Mack turned him over and pinned his arms up above him. Although the clone only had two years on Joshua, a touch of puberty had started its invasion and Mack was in the middle of a growth spurt. There was no way Joshua could overpower this blue-eyed youngster. I glanced over to Andy for a second. He was doing fine, squealing in delight as he danced naked in the waves. Satisfied, I resumed my watching of Joshua and Mack. "Now what are you going to do?" Mack was asking, adjusting his grip. Joshua half-heartedly struggled for a bit, before asking with a grin, "What will it take to before you let me go?" Mack pretended to ponder this. "Hmmm. Lets see. Either you let me fuck you, or I'll keep you here forever!" "OK!" Joshua chirped. Mack grinned evilly and rolled of him. "Doggie style, " he insisted. Joshua smiled and rolled over; getting to his knees, young thin elbows and forearms planted in the sand. His rear was facing me, rounded ass and perfect hole giving me an instant boner. I could see his young uncut penis dangling merrily from between his legs and I wanted with all my heart to touch it. But that would come later, or perhaps tomorrow. It was Mack's turn now. I settled on stroking myself instead. Zack noticed this and pulled my arm away, settling face down in the sand between my legs, arms propping him up into position. I hadn't really thought much about Zack and Mack, they having already gained a slight bit hair in the pubic region if not anywhere else. A little too old for my tastes. But, as he settled down his dick was buried in the sand and he looked all the world hairless. Perfect blue eyes and blond longish hair framed the face that looked up at me, a fourteen-year-old that was small for his size and looked prepubescent from this vantagepoint. Both of the twins looked all the world like supermodels, whoever had cloned them, had chosen well. I pointed my dick towards him, never one to refuse a free blow job from a kid this cute. Zack greedily accepted it, wrapping his small hard over my dick and plopping his mouth over it. He worked his lips over it to imitate penetrating and asshole, tight at first and opening slowly and he sank deeper. I could feel my head against the roof of his mouth, then the back of his throat. How he managed this without getting sick is beyond me, one of the secrets of the trade I guess. I returned my gaze to Mack and Joshua. Mack was in full swing, having already accomplished the initial penetration. One arm was wrapped around Joshua's slim waist, fondling the warm young nuts underneath; Mack wasn't that large quite yet, but Joshua nevertheless sighed at each thrust, his voice getting higher and higher. With each savage push, Joshua bounced forward, arms readjusting in the sand. Meanwhile, Zack had drooled a small amount of spittle onto my balls, and it was frothing as he worked just above it. I was amazed at how this small child could take so much at once; I didn't exactly have a small dick. But that didn't seem to bother him at all, he continued sucking all the way down to the base. It was at this point Andy decided to wander back to our party. He sat, Indian style so that his miniature version of a dick was fully visible between tense hamstrings, an upside down v showing where the crack of his ass was. I admired him; curious brown eyes watching Zack and me as if wanting to join. Rounded face that had not yet gained any freckles, smooth and clear. Hair matted to his skull seeming black - he had been swimming and it was still wet. Drops of water glistening on his shoulders and bare legs. His feet flexed in the sand, and I imagined when he stood he would have the light white stuff stuck to his buttocks and legs. He crawled the short distance over, butt waving in the air, and said simply, "Will you fuck me?". Innocent and sweet, a young child asking for an experience he deeply wanted. Zack stopped sucking in shock. Neither of us had any idea this child would turn out to be such a sex demon. I guided Andy over so he could sit next to me and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. So small was he that my fingers brushed against his legs, lying straight in the sand. Andy seemed oblivious that Zack had continued his sucking just scant inches away. "Now, I would more than love to do just that Andy, but you got to understand you're too small yet. I would hurt you if I tried. Understand?" Andy nodded, twirling the sand in between his legs. "But the other kids do it!" He said, looking up. "And the other kids have bigger butts than you do." I tickled him lightly, hoping to get his to laugh and forget the whole thing. He would not. "My butt is big enough!" Andy proclaimed, jaw sticking out in defiance. I sighed. "OK, let me show you. Lie on your back." Andy plopped down in the sand. Still seated where I was, I spread his legs apart, liking the tight young firmness of them and the silky skin. I pulled them up against his chest, telling Andy to hold them tight. He did so, and his ass lifted slightly off the ground, exposing an obviously cherry asshole. I thanked whatever god listening that the slavers had had enough decency to wait until Andy was older before violating there. I pointed one finger straight, and pushed slightly into the Andy's puckered asshole. "Owww!" he yelled, and almost dropped his legs. "See how painful it is? Your way too young for this kind of stuff." "No! Put more in," He insisted. I looked down at Zack, who simply arched an eyebrow and continued sucking. Hoping I wouldn't hurt him, I sank deeper. It was a very tight fit, but to his credit Andy took it until the second knuckle was fully in. Then, a sharp intake of breath. "Stop!" He yelped. Carefully I extracted myself, Andy shuddering all the way out. He let go of his thin smooth legs and lie there sighing, one hand clutched between his legs rubbing away the pain. "If just this little finger hurt that bad, can you imagine what my dick would feel like?" I asked of him. Andy just nodded chest rising and falling and his knees in the air as he continued to rub himself below. I felt sorry for the kid; he had wanted it very bad. He wanted to show that he was just as strong as his new brothers were. I had an idea, hopefully one that would make him feel better. I had noticed Joshua and Mack had finished their activities, and both now lie wrapped in each other's arms a dozen feet away watching us. I called Joshua over. Joshua walked around and stood in front of me, lanky body showing just the hint to ribs and wonderfully curved thighs. He was standing with the now common after fuck uneasiness, much like one feels after having recently voided oneself. "What's up," He asked, light blond hair tossing slightly in the warm breeze. "Can you do me a favor?" "Sure, name it. Except I don't think I can help you much, Zack already has your dick under control there..." Hmm. Zack was so good at this that although I was at the verge of orgasm I had yet to cum. My respect for his skill went up a notch. "No, not that, " I explained. "Andy feels a little left out. Can you screw him? You dick isn't as big as the rest of ours, and it wouldn't be as painful for him." I was shocked at how casually I said that, as if asking him to take out the trash or turn on the TV. Things had really changed. Joshua nearly split with a grin. "Hell yea!" Turning to Andy he said, "What do you say, little buddy. Up for it?" "Go slow, " Andy said cautiously. At that moment Zack decided to let me cum and the conversation halted as I spurted cum in his face. Zack like the feel of it on his skin. He inched forward so he could get some on his chest and finally the last bit of it his oozed out onto his own hard dick. He pushed me backwards into the sand and rubbed his dick on mine, big for his age but thankfully virtually hairless, working in the cum. I lay him next to me and hugged him, letting him get into a relaxed position, laying his head down on my shoulder. By then Joshua had already gotten Andy's legs up. He spread then wide as he had seen me do it and leaned over Andy so that his face was close to the smaller boys. Andy's face was a mask of uncertainty as to what he should do, so I helped by guiding his legs so they wrapped around Joshua's waist. They would need further help with penetration. I rolled over to my knees and crouched down to I could see where they would make contact. Reaching in I took Joshua's hardened little penis in my fingers, surprised at how hot it was. I tugged on it and Joshua let himself be guided to the rim. "Are you ready?" He asked of Andy. Andy sought out my hand, which I offered. He took it and squeezed in anticipation. "Go ahead," he said. Joshua pressed forward, and I watched as his young penis, which was certainly a little larger than the average twelve-year-olds, sunk into Andy's ass. And gasped and squeezed my hand hard. I squeezed back in comfort. "Just a little more," I couched. Finally, Joshua was all the way in, to the tip. I was proud. Andy had done it! I gave him a kiss on the forehead. He smiled weakly. Joshua took it slow and easy, not rushing. Andy gasped at each thrust, but it spaced far enough apart that he didn't cry. This went on for a good five minutes, Joshua's arms underneath Andy's shoulders and young bare chests rubbing against each other. Andy's legs stuck high in the air, I rubbed them for comfort. When Joshua dismounted it was more because Andy had had enough then he did. There would be many fucking sessions between them, I surmised. Andy would get more and more used to it, and in a few months the clones would have at him. In a year, perhaps two, I would get my chance. I looked forward to it eagerly. I called all the boys together and we sat side by side, Andy lying in between my legs, head lying lazily near my crotch. He was asleep. Following his lead we lie in the sand as the sun went down. I was the last asleep, and as I looked up into the stars I daydreamed of days to come. And boys, of course. The End (so far) Feel free to distribute this story in your local daycare center, children's hospital, or elementary school. No characters in this story are real, and any similarity between your fantasies and mine are incidental. And mine are better. Contact me at rwyvern@swbell.net. Criticism comments etc. will be read and in most cases answered. Don't make fun of my spelling, my spell checker died. Live Long and Prosper, Star Trek rules, BBigBBoy's f-server sucks (J/King). You can speak to me on IRC Dalnet as GoldWyvern or Undernet as GoldWyver. Nighters all. -GoldWyvern 6:44 PM 11/19/97 (USA, CST)