Date: Fri, 17 Dec 2004 09:04:33 EST
From: PixaJax@aol.com
Subject: "Nice dick, kid!" Part 2

You see, what it is, curiosity killed the cat. If that man had not
flashed his cock at Daniel, our hero would not have started wondering
about men's cocks. If that man had not told Daniel to stroke his sweet
little penis to erection, our hero would not have spent every day
thereafter stroking his cock, wondering if he would ever produce that
creamy stuff like the man in the restroom. Let me put it this way, Fate
does not smile on all young boys the way it smiled on Daniel. Of course,
much as he dreamed about it, he was never able to go back to that
restroom again, but, about a year later Fate smiled on him again in the
form of Uncle Albert.

Most little boys (and little girls) have an Uncle Albert. He's a lonely
kind of a guy really. He lusts after young flesh, but never does anything
more daring than exposing himself. He's not even sure what effect he
hopes to create. Admiration? Fear? Curiosity? Lust, even. What matters to
him is that he can flash his ageing penis at these innocents and hope at
least for a reaction. Any reaction. Any fucking reaction! After all, it's
years since his wife Edith took any interest in his cock.

The day Daniel saw Uncle Albert's cock was a turning point in his life.

OK, first a bit of background. Uncle Albert is a real person. All of us
children knew about Uncle Albert. He was the archetypal flasher, and we
kids loved it. His house was next to a public footpath, and his bedroom
window looked out on the footpath, and Uncle Albert's delight was to lie
naked on his bed with the curtains open so anyone passing could see him
if they chose to look. And the interesting fact, ladies and gentlemen of
the jury, is that many children at the local school used that footpath to
make their way home. It was no coincidence that Uncle Albert would be on
his bed naked, sporting a serious erection, at just the time when the
children passed by on their way home from school.

For most of us, it was just a giggle. But for our hero, Daniel, his first
glimpse of Uncle Albert's cock took his breath away. The man was jacking
off just the way the man in the restroom had done. Of course, he was with
other kids, so all he could do was join in the giggling. But the turmoil
in his groin told a different story.

"Any odd jobs, mister? Mow your lawn. Wash your car..."

It had taken all Daniel's courage, that fateful Saturday morning, to
knock on the flasher's door. At 10, he was bolder, but still a novice. He
held his breath as the man looked down at him sternly.

"Didn't your mother tell you not to come knocking on strangers' doors?"

"I...I ....trying to earn some money, sir."

"Well, all right, but you must be careful. There are some bad men about.
Understand?"

"Bad men? You mean, like, murderers and stuff?"

The man grinned.

"Well, I won't murder you and that's a promise. So, you'll wash my car,
will you?"

Daniel brightened.

"Yes sir."

They negotiated a price and Daniel set to work. The man watched him.
Dangerous stuff, he thought. Jail bait. Why do boys have to have such
delicious bubble butts? How's a man supposed to resist? And that delicate
pale skin, and that pretty mouth and.... Albert pulled himself
together. It's just a kid doing odd jobs. And the car did needed a wash.
He pulled his dressing gown tightly round himself and went into the
house. But he couldn't deny the tingling that had already started his
cock into semi-erection. Damn!

"Done, sir."

"Good heavens. boy, you are soaking wet!"

Sure enough, our hero, not being a professional with hose and sponge and
bucket, had washed not only the car and the drive and half the lawn, but
himself as well.. He was dripping wet, his t-shirt and shorts clinging to
him so closely that you could not doubt that he was a boy.

"Come on in - what's your name - and get those wet clothes off right now.
Can't having you catch pneumonia."

Now, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, let's examine the propositions of
Chaos Theory. Take a horny man living on his own, naked under his
dressing gown, given to exposing himself "indecently" as they say to
young boys and girls; take a young boy barely 10, who is curious about
men's cocks, and who at this moment is in the man's kitchen stripped off
and drying himself on a towel; take the heat of that kitchen, take the
lust of the man, take the curiosity of the boy, take the man's growing
erection, take the fact that the boy is very very very fucking desirable:
take all these factors, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, and what do you
expect will happen?

Be honest. Chaos Theory posits that enormous events can be generated from
the smallest beginnings, like huge climatic consequences when a butterfly
flaps its wings in the Amazon basin. What, then, happens when a horny man
with a hardon contemplates a delicious naked boy in his kitchen?

Albert let his dressing gown fall open, revealing his tumescent cock. He
really couldn't help himself. Little Daniel, busy rubbing himself dry,
was aware that his cock was turning into a stiffy. He had no idea how or
why, but he could feel it throbbing already. Vainly he tried to cover it
up with the towel. He tried, too, not to look at Uncle Albert's exposed
cock.

And then, the butterfly flapped its wings.


[to be continued. Comments to pixajax@aol.com or
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