Message-ID: <230446Z28051995@anon.penet.fi> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an166744@anon.penet.fi X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Reply-To: an166744@anon.penet.fi Date: Sun, 28 May 1995 22:56:22 UTC Subject: A MERCY LOANED (m/b) Lines: 366 A MERCY LOANED (man/boy) Standard disclaimer, bla bla bla, if you are not an adult according to the law, the government doesn't want you to have erotic titillation and your mind shall remain virgin even though you've been cumming for the last six years. Do not read this. Furthermore, people who are easily offended, people who are not interested in sex stories involving young boys and people on a crusade to cleanse the world should NOT read this. Whoever is left should be able to understand that this is only fantasy. I did not write this. I'm posting it for somebody else. Hope you like it. Send comments to an166744@anon.penet.fi "A Mercy Loaned" written by BASE. (05/95) A MERCY LOANED By Base After all these years, it was nice just not to feel so damned alone for a change. At last, I could walk down the streets of the City with someone and not worry about being caught staring. I could share all the delightful little boys that thronge the busy thoroughfares. I could even unabashedly point out the really cute ones and appreciate their freckly noses and shining eyes. For I was finally with someone who understood, who felt the same, who was the same. A boy-lover, a pedophile. The most loathsome form of life ever spawned. But I can't help it. I just can't stop dreaming about boys. Whenever I see one walking down the street, or playing in the park, my world just lights up like a Christmas tree. And if a little one smiles at me, my legs turn to warm whipped cream. Why God? Why me? I didn't ask to be like this, but dammit, this is what I am and I wouldn't change if I could. The hardest part is the hatred that spews from society like some dark miasma. It's horrid to be seen in the same light as a child rapist, or worse, but that's just what the vast majority of people think. It hurts because the truth is, I'd never hurt a boy. On the outside chance that it MIGHT do harm in some esoteric way, I rather jump in front of a truck than touch a little one. That's my lot in life. That's the cross I bear. But for two magical days at least I didn't have to be alone. Even the demons in hell, we are told, find some comfort in fellowship. But that weekend, something much more happened. Something special. Maybe something magical. It's so fairy tale like in my memory that maybe I did dream it. Maybe. But I know at least a part of it really happened. I'm sure of that. I'm afraid to ask my buddy anything. I don't know what I'd do if...if he remembered. Anyway, believe my story or not at your leisure, but let me start at the beginning. I met a guy here in cyberspace and we hit it off pretty quick. He's real nice, real entertaining.... just real. We agreed to meet and spend a few days together. I'd never met another of my kind before so there was already at least one sort of magic at work that weekend. There were obvious places in the City for us to go and watch boys and let me tell you, we hit the jackpot that saturday afternoon. The sun was hot and the park was simply stiff with bare chested boys! Some smiled back at us, some frowned, some looked at us like we were crazy, but most paid us no mind at all. It hardly mattered. Their mere presence was simply enchanting. We finally made it across the park and decided to dash into the museum and catch the new Egyptian exhibit. They claimed to have a boy mummy, one of the few ever discovered. I love ancient history and my new friend seemed interested as well. Lucky me, I thought. There were few visitors in the museum that afternoon. I guess the weather was so nice that nobody normal wanted to be inside. As we strolled through the empty dim corridors, keeping our eyes peeled, as always, for the odd boy that might be wander ng the halls, my eyes fell on a circle of light. In that luminous sphere, sitting indian style, was a small boy. Perhaps he was eight or nine years old. I elbowed my buddy, but he was way ahead of me. His eyes were already glued on the child. Gawd, the tyke was absolutely adorable. He had long yellow hair, impossible jade green eyes and his face was fair almost beyond enduring. He was dressed like any normal kid his age, in plain blue jeans and a green tee shirt. He sat, drawing in a plain white pad, the image of the strange ruins that adorned the boy mummy's sarcophagus. We were stunned. What could spark the interest of so small a child in this dreary place? As we stood there stricken with wonder, the boy was suddenly aware of us. His eyes fell on me like starlight. Indeed, his focus seemed to glow faintly, or maybe it was just the reflection of the lustrous beams from above. But I felt my breath taken away. I couldn't endure his glance for very long. After only a few seconds in his gaze I felt like I hadn't got anything on and quickly turned away, blushing. I noticed my friend did the same. But then the boy smiled; a radiant smile that seemed to outshine the bright light above him. We just stood there, my friend and I, still and silent as the sphinx, until the light in the child's eyes seemed to dim. It was like someone had put a veil before an all knowing flame. Suddenly, I could look into his deep green eyes again. Indeed it seemed I was commanded to. It was the strangest moment of my life. It felt like my soul was falling through this boy's eyes and into his heart. And his heart was a serene and endless place, full of pity and understanding. No words were spoken, but thought passed between us like a breeze. I told him he was beautiful, the most beautiful being that I had ever seen. And he knew me. All my passions and fantasies were revealed to him in a single instant, or perhaps he had always known them. I wasn't embarrassed because I knew the child understood. He knew I'd die rather than hurt him, or any boy. I don't know how long my friend and I were spellbound but I remember the boy walking softly over to us, silently, like a living shade. He reached for my hand, placed a tiny orb in my palm and closed my fist around it. His young flesh felt like rose peddles and his fragrance was like an eternal spring. I nearly swooned, but the boy's will sustained me. He lifted his small hand and smiled. As he did, once again, his thought passed through me. `This is but a mercy loaned' it said. `miraculous and beautiful as the present and the past. Once shall it bare you and pass on.' Little did I understand the mysterious child's message but as I was pondering it, the orb began to burn my skin so that I released my grasp. To my astonishment, nothing fell from my grip, but the heat still intensified until my hand stung with searing pain. The smell of burning flesh twinged the air. A low guttural moan shook my throat. My buddy turned and pulled my hand straight. A wispy trail of grey- white smoke hovered above my palm and faded, but the orb had vanished. We stared at each other, my friend and I, in silent astonishment. I looked over to the boy with bewildered eyes, but he was gone. We said nothing to each other, but headed quickly out of the dark building. My heart was pounding like a sledge hammer, but the pain was gone. Yet somehow, I felt strangely changed. I thought briefly of going to a doctor, but here was nothing or it. There was no scar nor any evidence of injury. My hand was quite normal, really. If anything, it felt stronger and more dexterous than ever. In the end, we just dismissed the illusion and continued on our journey. Indeed, the day dream seemed to evaporate in the hot afternoon sun. We had a full and exhausting day. We did so much that it was hardly evening when that wonderful sleepy feeling started creeping over me so I knew that bed was going to feel great. Now, I'd be lying if I said that I had no ideas regarding my new friend. But only the same kind of wild fantasies that flash through everyone's mind when they meet someone new and exciting. Just playful day dreams without intention. He played it real close too, so I had no idea what he was thinking. Reality was so much more than I expected that it didn't matter anyway. And we were mortally tired. I set my friend up on the couch and crawled into bed. Sleep took me almost at once. My thought hovered only for an instant over that small yellow haired boy with the magic eyes. I woke deep in the night. When I opened my eyes, I wondered if I had, for my room seemed unnaturally dark. But I've lived in the same house for more than 25 years and made my way to the bathroom easily. I tried to flick the light switch, but i wasn't where I expected. Weird!? I searched the wall vainly and finally, after reaching impossibly high, the room was illuminated. The fixtures had doubled in size and the room had expended in equal measure. And then I looked down at my body. The ceiling seemed to fall and the walls caved in. Terror welled up in my guts. And suddenly, I knew I was 10 years old again. I was so afraid that I thought my head would explode and splatter the walls with boy brains. But then, as from deep inside my heart, the child's thought spoke again. `A mercy loaned' And instantly, the fear was gone. I understood. Mischievously, I tip toed over to the couch. My buddy was fast asleep. His soft rhythmic breathing filled the dark room. Starlight streamed in from the open window and fell on his face. I was naked and decided to have some fun with him. It was excellent! All my playful boyishness seemed to have been reborn. I knew he was naked under the sheet and the thrill of it had me nearly bursting inside like a shook up bottle of pop. That magic tingle was back! It was like I was a virgin again. Stealthily, I raised myself above him so that my tiny boy boner stuck out right in front of his dreaming face. The starlight shown on my little peter and bounced of my miniature nuts. There wasn't a hair on my balls. I could hardly contain my mirth. A giggle spilled out of me. He stirred and fell from dreaming into a sleepy grogginess. An eye opened. What must he have felt!? Waking in a strange place to find a tiny hairless boy dick staring right at him! He sat up and as he did I fell into his lap. My legs were spread wide and my little cock and balls were illuminated by the heavenly light. A shivering breath escaped his lips, his jaw hung open and his eyes were filled with confused astonishment. Now, my friend and I had swapped childhood pictures of ourselves before we met, so I guessed that he recognized me. But of course that hardly eased the shock. He just stared at me, gaping in amazement. His eyes surveyed my naked body and settled on the tiny cocklette between my legs. Suddenly, I felt a stiffening rod grow beneath the sheets. It expanded and pressed against my tender ass. The heat of it came through the thin cotton. Our eyes met in the soft starlight and the echo of the child's words filled my heart. `miraculous and beautiful as the present and the past'. Somehow, I knew that my buddy understood what the small boy had done for us. There I was, all naked in the starlight and the man was smiling at me. He sat up and put his hands behind his head. As he did, the white sheet fell around his waist, barely covering his belly button. He had lots of hair under his arms but very little on his chest; just wide brown nipples that rode over well toned pecs. Now, I've had sex with hundreds of guys, but never as a little boy. And it was like all those memories didn't exist for me, like they had been purged from my mind. Through the magic of the night, this was my first time. I ran my tiny fingers through the dusting of chest hair and kneaded the mature flesh in my little hands. The man shook with delight. The feeling of power, the power to make an adult quiver, made me tingle. He ran his fingers through my soft hair as I examined his upper body. I tickled his ripply tummy and as he chuckled and squirmed, the white fabric fell way. The cool starlight fell on the man's hairy cock and balls. It was awesome. It was just as if I had never seen a grown man naked before. The way the hard cock throbbed and pulsated, and the way it seemed to hang in mid air with a nest of bristly hairs all around it, was so deliciously obscene that I felt like the naughtiest little boy in the world. Maybe I was! My little hand reached out and wrapped round the thick shaft. It was hot when I first touched it, soft and hard at the same time. And it expanded when I squeezed it softly. The man moaned, thrust his hips up gently and brought both his hands to his temples. He gasped and seemed to lose his breath. I giggled, but my eyes were glued on that delicious cock. I lowered my face into the man's crotch and absorbed the musty scent. The acidyl fragrance and the tickley feel of the dark pubic hair on my face combined into an unforgettable erotic enchantment. My mouth was nearly resting on the hard rod. I suck out my little tongue and tasted the pulsing cock. The air in the man seemed to race from his lungs in quivering puffs as my hot tongue rode up the shaft. I held the throbbing dick head in between my lips and sneaked my tongue under the heart shaped head. Gently, very gently, I began to suckle on the extreme tip. I pushed my tongue into the pee slit and discovered the salty tenor. The man was puffing like a bellows. Without warning, for I seemed to animated by another volition, I shoved the cock down deep into the back of my throat. "uuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh" the man gasped. His dick expanded and seemed to fill my windpipe, cutting off my air. I felt my stomach heave as the gag reflex was triggered. Sheer will kept the cock buried deep in my throat. My tongue started to wipe under the shaft as I sucked the air out of my mouth. The sides of my cheeks enveloped the cock and hot tears streamed down my face. The man was panting madly and lunging his dick into my mouth. The feel, the taste of the hot cock, even the violent thrusts, were wondrous, but eventually, I had to breath. Finally, when I was about to turn blue from anoxia, I sputtered and choked on the rigid member. We both caught our breath. And then, I started to lick the shaft again, working my way down to the sac. Curly hairs stuck in between my teeth and tickled the back of my throat, but I just swallowed them as I lapped at his balls like they were made of rock candy. "mmmmhhhh...mhhhhhh...mmmmmhhhhh" the man groaned. He never said a word. Maybe he thought he was dreaming and was loath to wake. But the man still wanted more from me. He rolled over gently, pulling his cock from my mouth. He laid me flat on my back and relished my naked boyishness in the pale starlight for an endless time. His breath was like hot wind on my tender skin. With the tip of his finger, he rubbed each of my little boy nipples until they were hard and reddened. He raised my arms above my head so that my hairless armpits were exposed and he tickled the sensitive flesh. I giggled softly. His warm hands wandered all over my body and turned my skin into tingly goose bumps. He spread my thin legs wide and then started to fondle my tiny genitals. The man rolled my dick head in between his fore finger and thumb and stroked my puerile testicles with his powerful hand. My body rocked with pleasure. It was like an all over tickle that I hoped would never end. Then, like I was one big lolly pop, starting at my little tit, he licked all the way down to my tiny feet. He sucked on each one of my toes and even ran his tongue between them. I had never imagined such feelings. His tongue rode back up the other side of my body and painted my chest with his warm saliva. Finally, after looking deeply into my eyes, the man pounced on my tiny cocklette. He could have easily taken my little dick and jelly bean sized balls into his mouth at once, but at first, he just slurped on the shaft. It was like an atomic bomb of rhapsody was detonated between my legs. Ever deeper he took my boy dick into his hot mouth until the tip of his tongue was poking my scrotum as he sucked me off. It felt so good that I started to blubber, but the man just kept sucking away. Soon, his attention shifted entirely to my balls. He began slurping and sucking on the tiny orbs, one by one. Then, he rolled his tongue down the middle of my sac. His hot tongue continued its southerly migration until he was licking very near my young hole. He was straining to get lower and finally, just raised my legs, spread them wide, and practically turned me upside down. He gazed longingly into my boy hole. He began to lap at my anus wildly, poking his tongue deeply into my bowels. I must have shrieked with passion, but the man was relentless. He poked his middle finger into me and I gasped. The intense pleasure turned abruptly to searing pain. The contrast was overwhelming, almost refreshing, and I didn't want him to stop. He pushed his finger deeply into my guts and started to finger fuck my hole. I knew what was coming next. I tried to relax and not be scared, but he had an awfly big dick. Gently, but firmly, the head of the man's cock pushed aside my sphincter and invaded my bowels. As gentle as he was, it was like being torn in two. Every time I cried out, the man withdrew his organ. It took some time to loosen me up, but each time, the hot dick crawled a little deeper into my guts. Slowly, the man began to pump his cock inside of me. The pain was enormous, but always, just underneath the hot anguish, was a tiny core particle of pleasure that began to intensify. At last, when the man's cock was stuffed in my bowels to the hilt, the pain suddenly vanished. That particle of pleasure exploded, like the big bang, into a new universe of pure bliss. The man fucked my ass with abandon and with each thrust, a galaxy of ecstacy was born and dissipated through my young flesh. I think he fucked me for hours, until my ass was so raw that my insides seemed on fire. Then, his body stiffened and with a few savage thrusts, he exploded and sprayed my guts with torrents of cooling man juice. I heard a loud pop as his cock fell out of my ass and felt the sticky jism leaking from my tortured hole. I woke the next morning in my own bed. Anxiously, I looked under the covers. I had a raging hardon, full sized and hairy. Damn. My buddy and I ate breakfast silently. I was afraid to ask him any questions. It was another fine day and we strolled back to the park for a quick bit of boy watching. It was to be our last day together and we still had lots to do. Neither of us even suggested going back to the museum. But there was no need. There, alone as he had been the day before, hanging off the monkey bars, was the magnificent boy. He seemed to be waiting for me. His jade green eyes called to me. And once again his thought moved me. `Are you contented?' he asked `You have done me too much honor' I replied. `It has been well paid' he said and he smiled at me kindly. His eyes focused on a blond man sitting on a bench a few feet away, watching a small group of young boys at play. To me, he seemed little more than a boy himself, perhaps 19 or 20 years old. But I could see the familiar longing in his eyes as he observed the boyish games. I looked at the magical child again and recalled his words `once shall it bare you and pass on'. And then at last, I understood everything. I walked up to the young man, smiled and offered him my hand. He looked at me quizzically and instinctively shook my hand. I felt no pain, but the expression on the young man's face, the twinge of burnt flesh in the air, and the thin puff of smoke made me sure of what had happened. "Have a nice night" I said. As I backed away, he looked at me, half angry and half astonished. Then, that magical child came and stood between us and took all the young man's attention. I turned to my buddy and nodded my head. We still had a lot to do and there was nothing left for us in the park. As we walked down the shady lane, my buddy turned and gave one last look at the little boy and the young man, still standing together in the middle of the path. "Some guys have all the luck" he said. The End ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. If you reply to this message, your message WILL be *automatically* anonymized and you are allocated an anon id. Read the help file to prevent this. Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.penet.fi.