Date: Mon, 23 Apr 2001 12:39:17
From: Ganymede
Subject: Pandora's Box XVIII

Pandora's Box XVIII,   by Ganymede and Christopher.


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Pandora's Box XVIII:  Monday Night


"So who wants to go skinny dipping?" Steven announced the
instant that the Jeep came to a skidding stop in the gravel
driveway.

"I do," Joel screeched.

By then we were all in a great mood and any humor from one of us
was like an infectious plague for all of us. Once someone started
laughing it was all but guaranteed for it to end with everyone in
hysterics. I shared my first serious glance with David since we had
gotten into the rear seat of the Jeep. The last time, when Steven
suggested that nudity was an option, seven hours earlier, he had
not joined us. He had kept his clothes on when Joel and I stripped
off and went skinny-dipping, but seven hours was a long time ago.
He opened his eyes wide with pretended surprise, ready to say
something funny. Then, he changed his mind and nodded boldly. We
were quickly becoming inseparable friends.

"Me too," David grinned.

"Me three," I added cheerfully.

"Okay, here's the deal!" Steven laughed. "The last one to get
naked has to turn on the pool lights and run around the pool twice
playing with his weenie."

We agreed gleefully, making ribald comments about `playing with
weenies' and whether the deal also included Steven. He and Joel
opened their doors and took off leaving David and I, who had a
clear speed advantage over both of them, to scramble out of the
back seat as fast as we could and leap to the ground. We left the
Jeep parked more or less sideways in the driveway and charged
around the side of the house, three boys and a man running at full
speed, whooping at the top of our lungs. Joel brought up a distant
last, only catching up after we had reached the pool and begun to
undress. That still did not stop him from being the second person
to be naked. For a fat boy he could strip faster than I could. By
the time I was naked Joel and David were in the water. It did not
help that Steven insisted on tickling me when I had my shorts
halfway down. Needless to say, I was the last one naked.

   I strolled over to the side of the darkened pool and absently
trailed my toes in the water. It seemed to be warmer than the last
time I went swimming. Someone, David I think, splashed water at me
and hit my legs.

"It looks like you're the last one naked so you'e it, Chrissie,"
Steven laughed. "Lights on and get going. Twice around the pool,
remember?"

`Yeah, I know. Hey, Steven?" I called out, laughing.

"Yes."

He sounded further away than I expected him to be, almost on the
other side of the pool.

"Do you think the water will hurt my ear?" I asked. "I don't to
get it infected or something."

I fingered the newly installed stud in my left ear. It had been
the last thing we did when we were at the mall. In fact, I had not
even been thinking about getting my ear pierced when we passed the
small boutique on the way out of the cinema. All I caught was a
glimpse of a sign in the window that had a picture of a tattoo and
`body piercing'. Since ears were part of the body, it stood to
reason that they would pierce ears as well as belly buttons,
eyebrows, nipples, and whatever else people wanted to have holes
in. I asked Steven, and although he wasn't keen on getting it done
there, he agreed to check it out with me. The woman looked like a
gypsy, but she certainly knew how to pierce ears. It was over
within a minute and we rejoined Joel and David who were waiting
outside. As soon as I got back to my bedroom I intended to take out
the little plastic stud and put in the other diamond that Mrs.
Meier had given me. The very thought of wearing matching diamonds
made me feel like I was walking about a foot off the ground.

"I expect it'll be okay, Chrissie. Just put on some more
antiseptic cream when you get out," Steven said.

"Okay. So where are the lights?" I asked.

"Over on the wall," Steven answered from the darkness. "Next to
the pool house."

I headed off in the general direction of the pool house. It
seemed like a long time ago that I had gone in there with Steven
and he asked me questions. Remarkably, I found the light switch
without too much difficulty. Suddenly, the pool area was
illuminated by floodlights and I was like a rabbit caught in the
headlights. If anything, the lights were even stronger near the
pool house.

"Two laps around the pool now, Chris," David shrieked.

"Playing with your weenie too," Joel chortled. Fortunately, he
decided not to yell it out at the top of his voice.

"You can see who your friends are, Chrissie," Steven laughed.

"Very funny! Whose idea was it in the first place?" I rebuked in
good humor.

I started on my way, giving up any intention of hurrying since
that was exactly what they expected me to do. I ambled casually,
using my right hand to rub my penis and testicles. It was strangely
exciting. They were watching me. Joel was transfixed, standing
still and rotating slowly as I walked along. David swam leisurely
along a few yards away from the side of the pool. And Steven?
Steven lay on his back making relaxed strokes with his arms, yet
never taking his eyes away.

I was as hard as steel before I had completed the first lap.
Painfully hard. The more I `played with my weenie' the more excited
I became. Finally, I stopped `playing' and started `jacking', the
term that David used to refer to masturbating. I worked the skin
back and forth over the head. It was more than enough to make me
tremble with excitement. Rubbing like that, using my fingers to
stretch the almost `elastic' skin was over-powering. It felt very
different to rubbing David's or Joel's penises. Somehow, it seemed
more natural, like it was supposed to glide back and forth and pop
over the puffed-up little bulb on the end.

I was well into the second lap when I realized the heightened
sensitivity, the glow gathering within me, the urgency becoming
stronger and stronger. I wanted to rub faster. I could see our
clothes scattered on the stone paving, which as far as I was
concerned marked the ending point because that was where I had
started out being naked from. A dozen yards away. I slowed to a
crawl, which immediately prompted a shriek from David.

"He's getting close."

"Very funny," I growled menacingly.

At that moment I was not about to tolerate any interruption to
my pleasure. I was close. I wanted to go the whole way. How long
had it taken? A few minutes at most. I was shaking, clenching my
buttocks, but not to hold something in. I was squeezing down,
increasing the pressure on the mysterious gland, the prostate or
whatever it was that Doctor Lehr had referred to. I could almost
imagine Steven's penis inside me, pushing into it, making me sore,
making me shudder, making the feelings even better.

I reached my clothes. Two laps. I could hear Steven's voice,
barely away that he was talking to me. I wanted to, had to finish.
I was so close. I stopped by the side of the pool, rubbing with the
erratic,jerking motions of a boy who was very close to orgasm.

"Do it!" David said insistently. "Do it Chris!"

`Sheeez! I can't believe he's jacking off in front of my mom,"
Joel said urgently.

That got my attention. I spun around. There were three women,
three mothers watching me do what all sons do, but usually in
private. I saw my mother. Then Joel's mother. Then David's mother,
my Aunt Sue. They had come out of the house, drawn by the light
around the pool like moths around a candle. I didn't know how long
they had been standing there, but it was long enough for all three
of them to be smiling.

Shamed crimson, I did the only thing that I could do. I dove
into the water and swam as far underwater as I could go without
drowning. Even that seemed preferable to coming back to the
surface. However, I don't think any boy has been able to
deliberately drown himself by diving under the water and trying to
stay there. I rose to the surface and gasped for air. I was at the
far end of the pool. I clambered out, glimpsed them still standing
there, still watching me, heard Aunt Sue laughing her head off. I
ran off, towards the back wall to hide myself until it was time to
go back to Boston.

As luck would have it, I ended up at the narrow gap between the
hedge and the concrete wall that led into the private garden where
I had sun bathed next to the fountain. I pushed hurriedly through
the branches, not caring that I was being scraped. I sat down on
the side of the fountain and buried my ignominious face in my
humiliated hands. Six people had watched me masturbating. They had
watched me come to the very edge of sanity, observed my final
frenzied jerking that preceded orgasm, my pelvis thrusting wildly.
It didn't matter that I hadn't actually done it! I had been totally
engrossed, so consumed by the immediacy of my release that I had
not realized I was being watched.

I wanted to cry, but there were no tears. Just a very red face.
I worried what my mother would say. I could imagine her words
easily enough. At least, she would not be angry. She would say
something about not playing with my `thing' when people could see
me. She might even appear understanding, except that she would
phrase it as doing it only when I was in private. Of course, she
would add that there was nothing wrong with doing it, but I
shouldn't make a spectacle of myself. As for what Aunt Sue would
say, I shuddered to think.

"Chrissie?"

I was angry. Steven's calm voice was the last voice I wanted to
hear. It was his fault. It was his idea. I wanted to hate him.

"Chrissie?"

"Yeah!" I grumped.

"I'm sorry, Chrissie."

I looked up, wiping the heat from my cheeks. He was standing a
few feet away. Even in the gloom I could see that he was as naked
as I was. Beautifully naked. There was just enough light to see
that his long thick penis hung down in a gentle sinuous curve. His
scrotum was taut and cushioned it so that his penis bowed outward.
Had he just apologized? Had he said he was sorry, to me?

`Serves them right," he added frankly. "They had no right to
come out, not when they could see you were naked. I'm surprised
Joel's mother didn't have a heart attack."

"Huh?" I murmured.

"Joel's so dull. I bet she's never even seen him with an
erection. Yours is probably the first hard boy-dick she's ever
seen. "

"Huh?" I asked uncertainly.

"Now your mom and your Aunt Sue think it's a great joke. Of
course, having David around, I expect Sue's quite used to seeing a
boy take care of his hard-on," Steven joked. "Or at least she's
found the tissues next to his bed."

"It's not funny," I said miserably.

"The hell it's not. You were only doing what any normal boy does
a couple of times a day."

"Yeah, right," I retorted.

Steven came up beside me and placed both hands on my shoulders,
his thumbs finding their way under my arms. He lifted me up to
stand in front of him. That way I could not ignore him. I had to
face him.

"Chrissie, it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks. What you
think is what matters. I think I saw a boy who was being himself.
That's all you were doing. You were enjoying yourself, I know you
were. I don't want you to ever feel ashamed of something that's
beautiful and wonderful, and also very natural."

"Yeah. Sure. It's okay to jack off in public. Like that's
natural."

`You weren't in public," Steven reminded me. "You're at your
home."

"Huh?"

Steven smiled, that same mysterious smile that he had had on and
off for the last two days. Again, I wondered what the big secret
was.

"I wasn't going to tell you until later tonight, until right
before you went to bed, but I guess now is as good a time as any.
This is your house to do whatever you want to do, from now on."

"Huh?"

"Stop saying `huh'. If you have a question, for goodness sakes
just ask it." Steven laughed.

"Okay. Then I have absolutely no idea at all what you're talking
about. Mom and I have leave tomorrow to go home. I thought you knew
that already. You should because you provided the air plane tickets
and all."

"You don't want to stay?" he asked quietly

"Um,-. It's not up to me," I said awkwardly. "Maybe we'll come
back if we're invited. I've enjoyed being here."

"Hm,- for a really smart boy, you're acting dumb," Steven
teased. "After everything that's happened, I was positive that you
would have figured it out by now."

"Figured what out?"

"Why you're here." He took a slow deep breath. "Okay. It's time
you knew the truth. I didn't bring you and your mom here just for
the reunion. The reunion was the excuse that your Aunt Sue came up
with to bring you here."

He stopped there, looking at me with mysterious eyes, eyes that
expected that I solve the riddle with nothing more than that.

"Okay?" I shrugged. "So?"

"Be honest. I want you to tell me how you feel about me?" Steven
asked. He sounded nervous. "On a one through ten scale, where one
is you hate my guts, and ten is you are head-over-heels in love
with me."

"What's five?" I asked playfully. Not that I needed to know,
because I was going o say `ten' anyway.

"Um. Well five is you don't care for me either way, and,-"

"Ten," I giggled. "Assuming I can't go off the scale."

"Then in that case you're a ten-point-five for me," Steven said.

"Eleven," I followed immediately.

"Okay, then twelve."

We both laughed. It was impossible to be mad at him for very
long.

"So, here you are. And here I am,- And we love each other-..
This is crazy, Chrissie," Steven laughed. "I feel like I'm
proposing."

"Huh?" I stopped. "I'm sorry. Proposing? Proposing what?"

"Try to be serious." He took another slow deep breath. "Would
you like to live here,- with me,- from now on?"

"Here? With you?" I asked nervously.

Somehow, I knew what his answer was going to be. I felt
something inside my chest, a boundless happiness that gripped my
heart and squeezed. How could he possibly know what I had been
thinking about almost every minute of every day since I arrived in
Palm Springs.

"Yes. With me. Or if I'm not here, then wherever I am at the
time. Damn! I just remembered I'm supposed to be in the south of
France in a week for some location scenes. Well that's okay. I'm
sure Peter won't mind if you come."

"It would be nice to live with you," I ventured warily.

"Nice? That's it?" he teased.

"Okay. I'd like it a lot," I glared at him. "I'd love it.
There's no need to be cruel."

"Cruel?"

"It can't happen," I said dismally. "My mom wouldn't let me."

"What if your mom stayed with you, Chrissie?" Steven suggested.

"She can't. She has her job at the salon. She has to be back
there to work the day after tomorrow."

Steven shook his head. "Chrissie, I want to adopt you," he said
simply.

I stared at him. I didn't say anything. I was confused. Even
then, I still did not understand.

`I want to adopt you, Christopher Bryce Faran. I want to be your
guardian. Your father too, for that matter. I want you to become
Christopher Kaufman. I want you to live here with me."

"Huh?"

"No more huh's," Steven said sternly even though he smiled. "If
you have a question, ask it."

Okay! Then I don't understand," I said irritably.

"I want you to become my son and heir, Chrissie."

I thought about that for a few seconds. "Me?"

"Yes, you."

"My mom would never agree to,-."

"I've already asked your mom and she's agreed. So has your real
father by the way."

"No." I shook my head, still disbelieving what I was hearing.

"No? Chrissie, please, please don't say no!" Steven implored.
His voice rose by an octave, his hands tightened on my shoulders.
"Please, Chrissie. Please say yes."

"I don't know," I finally got out. "I mean it sounds wonderful
and everything. I wanted it to be like this so much, but I really
didn't expect it to happen."

"What did you want?" Steven asked bluntly. "Please tell me."

"Okay, I wanted to live here with you. I know you like doing
stuff with me. I like it too. So I thought maybe you might bring me
back for a while during the summer so we could,-."

My voice trailed off. I would have been happy to spend just a
single week with him during the summer. Adoption was forever.

"I never thought you'd want me like this. You really want to
adopt me?" I asked uncertainly.

"Yes. Of course I want to adopt you. I want you to be my son,
Chrissie."

I thought before I answered. "You said my real father agreed.
Who is he?"

Steven froze. "Yes, I did say that, didn't I? I shouldn't have
said that, Chrissie. I can't tell you."

"Why not?"

"That's up to your mom. I promised her I wouldn't tell you.
She'll tell you."

"I've already asked her. Lots of times. She told me something
once about some student when I was like five or six, but I don't
believe it."

Steven nodded, still holding me. "Chrissie, it doesn't matter
who he is. I want to be your father from now on. I want to be your
friend too, and your lover," he added quickly.

"Maybe it matters to me," I said dejectedly.

"I didn't mean it like that. Chrissie, all that matters is that
I want to adopt you. I'll take care of you."

I shook my head sullenly. "It matters to me," I retorted
angrily.

Steven paused and shook his head. "You can be stubborn, can't
you."

"Huh? I'm not being stubborn," I said resentfully. "You don't
understand."

"Then help me."

"It isn't that I'm not grateful, because I am. You come up to me
and say you want to adopt me, out of the blue, and I'm supposed to
say `yes'. What a great idea. I just give up my life and move in
with you and we all live happily ever after. And it doesn't matter
who my real father is because now I have you!"

"No! Chrissie, it's you who doesn't understand."

"Yeah, I'm just a dumb kid. I'm your little fairy! That's all I
am to you. For some reason you decide you want to keep me around
and I'm supposed to jump up and down because you want to adopt me,"
I said bitterly.

"Chrissie?"

"Stop calling me that!" I said indignantly. "My name is
Christopher. If that's too hard to say, you can call me Chris for
short!"

"Okay. Chris,-. I love you. I love you more than I ever imagined
possible. I used to dream about loving a boy, a boy exactly like
you, but I never thought it would happen. Then you came along and I
knew I could never live without you."

I shrugged. Why did I want to hurt him? Why were the words
coming out of my mouth? I couldn't stop them. I couldn't put them
back. I covered my face with my hands and sobbed. I cried for a
minute before Steven gently lifted my hands away.

"Chris, I love you," he aid softly. "What's the problem?"

"Nothing!" I said angrily. I shook with frustration. "I just
want to know who he is. That's all. It's all I ever wanted to know.
I have a right to know."

"Yes, you do. Chris, you have to trust me."

"Do I?" I asked cynically.

Steven nodded slowly. "I want the very best for you. That's all
I want. I want to help you. I want you to be happy."

"Who is he?" I demanded.

His fingers touched my chin and he lifted my head up until our
eyes met. He smiled gently. I saw love in his eyes. Boundless,
limitless love. Love that wanted me to be his son, his lover, his
boy. He was offering only what I wanted. Why couldn't I say yes?

"He'll be here tomorrow. You'll meet him then," Steven said
softly. "It would make me very happy if you'd say yes."

"Yes," I whispered

There was a long silence, the kind of silence that makes people
feel very uncomfortable. We just stared into each other's eyes. Had
he heard me say `yes'? Had I really said `yes'? I wanted Steven to
hold me tightly and never let me go. I needed him. I needed him
even more than I needed my mother and my real father.

"Yes," I said in a slightly louder voice. Then again, still
louder. "Yes."

Steven smiled. I smiled. I felt like I had been subjected to a
test and I had passed.

"I love you, Chris" he said quietly.

"You can call me Chrissie, if you want," I offered shyly. "I
like it when you call me that. I'm sorry I was mean to you. I
didn't mean to get so angry."

He nodded understandingly. "I love you, Chrissie."

"I love you, too," I returned. I could feel tears building up in
both of my eyes. "You aren't joking, are you Steven? About adopting
me?"

He shook his head. "It isn't a joke, Chrissie." He thought for a
second. "Is your `yes' a joke?"

"Yeah, I want to go back to our crappy little apartment in
Cambridge," I said giggled. "You really mean it about my mom living
here with us as well?"

"Yes. I know how much you love her. I don't want to make you
choose between us." He smiled. "I'm scared you'll choose her over
me."

At that moment I don't know what I would have done had it come
down to a choice, but it didn't matter. Not if she lived with us.

"What's she going to do for a job?" I asked nervously.

He shook his head, smiling. "Whatever she wants, Chrissie. She
doesn't have to work if she doesn't want to. We talked earlier
today, while you were with Mrs. Beaton. There's a chance that
she'll open a salon in Palm Springs, maybe even with Bryce."

I was surprised by that. Not by her opening a salon, but that
Bryce would leave his precious undergraduates in Cambridge. I
wondered why he would do such a thing. If he was in love with my
mother it would make sense, but everything I knew told me that
Bryce was gay, always a bottom, and very passive like me. Then,
suddenly my confusion was pushed aside.

Steven kissed me, lifted me nearly off my feet, until I was
stretched up on the very tips of my toes, and our lips came
together. Instinctively, my eyes closed as our faces came together.
His arms were strong, embracing, demanding that I give myself to
him. I submitted as I would always submit to a man, letting him
have his way, letting him take the lead. Steven crushed his mouth
to mine, pushed his tongue forward, back behind my teeth, dueled
with my tongue. Then he sucked my tongue into his mouth, forcefully
pulling against it, then in the slippery union of our lips, our
tongues played and danced together.

His right hand clasped my buttocks, holding me up as we kissed.
I felt a finger probing between my cheeks, rubbing into my crack,
searching. I tightened my arms around his neck, still kissing,
oblivious to everything but a single overwhelming urge to have him
inside me. His finger found my opening, squirming into my
tightness, no longer puckered but still closed up enough that it
took some effort to penetrate. I could feel it wriggling, trying to
get through the resisting muscle. I concentrated on kissing him and
on relaxing that part of me.

Then, without warning, his finger pierced me. I sighed into his
mouth, yielding, taking him into me. I was barely aware that he was
lowering me to the ground, not until my back met the pointed spikes
of grass, then lying down, him climbing over me, his groin pushing
onto my thigh, his hard thick sex reaching upward, the slimy huge
knob planted into my scrotum. My own tiny sex was forced against
his belly. Our mouths stayed together, joined, sharing, exchanging
saliva. His hands caressed me, my sides, my arms, my shoulders,
then my face.

And behind me, in the place where we made love, Steven's finger
was deep inside me. I could feel it in the looseness, probing the
lush hot cavity within me, brushing against the little node that
was the source of all my pleasure. He did not have to ask whether I
liked it. I could feel the pressure building quickly. I needed to
gasp, but his mouth was so hard against mine that breathing was
difficult. My fingernails raked his powerful bare back, pulling
through the thick dark hair. I was Steven's boy. He did not need to
adopt me to achieve that. It just made it perfect.

After a few minutes, or an hour, I was writhing underneath him,
my legs pulled up to expose myself, to open the way into me. By
then he had two fingers inside my anus, stretching the little
rubbery orifice, getting me ready. By then I needed more than his
fingers. His lips moved over my face, kissing me everywhere that
his lips could reach. He sucked on my ear lobes, not carrying that
I was giggling, licked my eyes, kissed my forehead, and cheeks, and
chin, and neck.

"I want you in me," I whispered urgently.

"Not as much as I do," Steven said teasingly. "The only problem
is that I promised Ted.'

"Huh?"

"Man in boy only once a day if we want to keep the doctor away,"
he chuckled. "Ted's words, not mine," he added. "He wants me to
keep you loosened up as much as possible, but not hurt you. No more
bleeding."

"I don't mind if it bleeds back there," I offered.

"Well, maybe I do," Steven said gently. "I'm not going to hurt
you, Chrissie. Not now. And never again."

"But I want you,-."

Steven's left hand came to my face, stroking my cheek. "I love
you, and I also want to make love to you, Honey, but loving you
comes with a big responsibility. Especially if I'm going to be your
father. I have to do what's in your best interest and not mine."

I nodded uncertainly. "What if my best interest means you,-." I
hesitated to use the `f' word. It wasn't a word that children were
supposed to know, let alone use. "Have sex with me," I finished.

Steven nodded, still caressing my cheek. I tried to see his
eyes, but it was so dark and his face was so close, that I could
see nothing but the outline of his head hovering above me. Even in
dark profile he was handsome. I reached up, touching his chin,
feeling the softness of his beard. He was a man's man. That was
what Bryce had said. He was a boy's man too. I always wanted to be
smooth and soft for him, always a boy, always yielding to his
desires. If Steven did not want to have sex with me tonight, I
would have to live with it. It was still worth on more try.

"Please?" I begged.

"I will, Chrissie. Only not tonight. I will in the morning.
It'll only take a few weeks before your body adjusts. Ted said it
was important that you start slowly and work your way up. Otherwise
I could really hurt you inside. We have to make your muscles
stronger. The way Ted put it, we had to stretch it and not stress
it." He smiled. "One fuck a day maximum."

I nodded acceptingly. There were lots of other ways of having
sex besides the one that could hurt me. The important thing was
that Steven loved me and that we were going to be together from now
on. He was going to adopt me. I wasn't at all certain what being
adopted entailed.

"Steven?"

"Yes Chrissie."

I thought for a second. "I was thinking, you know, about being
adopted." I paused. "What happens? Is it difficult?"

"Oh, it's really very simple. A judge signs some legal papers
and that's it. You're my son immediately after that, Chrissie. Your
mother's willing to let me be your legal guardian as well, but of
course she'll have a say in anything that involves you."

He kissed me then, and gently, ever so carefully eased his
fingers out of my hole. I was loose and I could feel the cool air
on my opened anus. I was still anxious to have his penis inside me,
but accepted that I would have to wait until the next morning.

"Chrissie?"

"Uh huh," I murmured.

"Chrissie, I'd like for you to become Jewish?" Steven asked
quietly. "You don't have to, but for Jews, it's very important that
adopted children also adopt the faith."

I had expected that. I don't know why. It seemed inevitable. Not
that Steven was overly religious, because he wasn't. However, it
struck me that if I was going to be his son and share his life, I
would also have to share his beliefs.

"Okay."

"It'll mean being circumcised."

"I,- I know,- I don't mind," I muttered. Everyone else was
circumcised. Why not me?

"You don' mind, Chrissie? You know what being circumcised
means?"

"Yeah, I know. The doctor cuts the end off my dick. It's okay,"
I said meekly.

However, it was more than a religious rite, at least for me.
Bryce had a tattoo of a flower, a pansy, that his lover had given
him. It was the sign that proved who he belonged to. I would have a
different kind of mark, but one that no less significant. I wanted
to give that part of my body to Steven. Then I would belong to him
completely.

"Steven? Why am I the way I am and you're the way that you are?"
I asked awkwardly.

There was silence for a nearly a minute. He simply caressed my
face with his hand.

"Part of it is how you were born, Chrissie," he explained.
"You're naturally very passive. When you meet your father tomorrow,
you'll understand why you are like that. Half of your genes are
from your father's side. There's also a lot that we get from the
way we grow up."

"Meaning my mom?" I asked.

I realized intuitively that I was the way I was because of her
constant domination. I had been aware of that for a long while, at
the same time as I was trying to figure out who my father was. Was
it true that I would meet him tomorrow? So far, Steven had never
lied to me. If he said something, either it had happened or it was
going to happen.

"Yes. She's always dominated you hasn't she? You've never had a
chance to be anything else except her little Chrissie."

"Sometimes she treats me like I was a girl," I said absently.

"I've noticed." Steven asked gently.

I felt his hand move from behind to cover my front, enclosing
my genitals in his palm, tenderly fondling my testicles between his
fingers. I remembered the first time that he had touched me there,
in the pool at night. At first it had been gentle and loving. I
braced myself for the pain that would come when he began to
squeeze.

"You don't like how she treats you, do you Chrissie?" Steven
asked.

I thought about it. "It's okay most of the time. It's kind of
embarrassing when she does it in front of people, you know like
she's always calling me Sweetie, or Honey. I guess it isn't all
that bad. I should be glad that she's stop calling me `her little
cutie baby'."

Steven laughed. "Is that all that bothers you?"

"No! Sometimes I'd like to decide things for myself," I answered
glumly.

"Like what?"

"I don't know. I suppose like what I wear, or how I look, stuff
like that."

"You don't like what she decides?" Steven suggested.

I shook my head. So far his fingers were gentle. I was tense,
still waiting for the inevitable sharp pain that would come when
his crushed my testicles. I wondered why he wanted to hurt me. Was
he trying to prove something? Was he showing me that he had power
over me? That he was the man and I was nothing more than a little
effeminate boy?

"That's okay. Mostly, I really like what she does decide. She
sort of knows what's best for me, I guess because she knows me so
well. Like with my hair. Right before we left Cambridge she took me
to the salon and she and Bryce decided what it should look like.
They didn't even ask me what I thought. I love how it looks and
all, but it would have been nicer if they'd asked me."

Steven nodded understandingly. He was using one finger to tickle
my scrotum, guiding my testicles around and around until I
trembled. My scrotum was becoming tighter and tighter at the same
time as my penis reached its full less-than-three-inches length.
Any moment he was going to squeeze. I promised myself I wouldn't
scream when he did. The pain probably would not last very long. The
worst part was the persistent ache afterwards.

"I promise I'll always ask, Chrissie," he said honestly. " I'll
ask your opinion, but I won't always do what you want. That's just
the way it's going to be. It's how I am, but it's also what you
need as well. Your mom decides nearly everything for you, and so
will I."

"I guess," I said reluctantly.

"Has she ever made you do something you didn't like afterwards?"

"No," I admitted, equally reluctantly.

"Have I?"

"No!" I smiled.

Steven nodded and smiled back at me. I knew I could always trust
him to take care of me. I needed someone to depend on. He
understood that, just as my mother understood how I was. I could
depend on Steven in the same way that I depended on my mother.

"I'll try to stick to the important things. However, you have to
trust me to do the right thing, Chrissie. I will always do what's
in your best interest."

"Then why do you hurt me?" I asked awkwardly.

"Hurt you?" Steven asked in concern.

I nodded slightly. "Like calling me a fairy," I said nervously.

"Because you are, Chrissie," Steven answered. "I'm sorry, but
that's the truth. You don't like me doing that?"

I sighed. The problem was that part of me did like him calling
me that name at the same time as I resented it. It drew attention
to who and what I was so that I could not deny it. I wasn't just
gay. I was effeminate. He called me for what I was. A fairy. A
fairy like Bryce. A natural bottom. A boy who should have been a
girl, but for some cruel trick became a boy instead.

I shrugged acceptingly. "It bothers me sometimes."

"Sometimes the truth hurts, Sweetie," Steven said softly. "I
want you to accept what you are. I don't want to hurt you, but I do
want you to be yourself and not be ashamed of it."

"You hurt when you squeezed my balls," I added, trying to change
the topic from something that made me feel very uncomfortable.

"I'm hurting you now?" Steven asked quickly. He sounded worried.

"No. Of course not. If feels nice what you're doing now. In the
pool that first time, you squeezed too hard."

"Oh! Oh Chrissie, I'm so sorry. I thought you were like that,
but I was so wrong."

"Like what?" I asked uncertainly.

Steven thought for a moment before he answered. "Some boys like
being hurt, Chrissie. It's a bit like being told what to do, only
they want to be hurt instead."

"Huh?"

He took his hand away from my groin and hugged me tightly
against him. I was pulled into his embrace, submitting to his
powerful arms. I offered my mouth by tilting my head up, closing my
eyes, pursing my lips. He kissed me tenderly at first, then with
increasing passion. Our mouths melted together, exchanging tongues
and saliva yet again. I was beginning to think I would enjoy
kissing him more than anything else. We parted. His fingers danced
over my chest, rubbing my nipples until they were pointed and hard.

"Have you noticed that your cousin David and I are a lot alike?"
he began.

"I guess," I ventured.

"We are," Steven said confidently. His voice lowered. "There's a
reason why we're similar, Chrissie."

"Why?" I asked curiously.

"It's partly because of Richard, but it's also because of who I
am. David's like me in one very important way." Steven hesitated.
"It's not very pleasant, Chrissie. It all began when I was about
your age, actually I think I was twelve. I know I was sexually
mature. Anyway, I started having sex with him."

"With Uncle Richard?"

"Yes. He was older. He was sixteen, nearly seventeen." Steven
hesitated. "For a little boy who worshiped his older brother, it
was a big thing." He looked sad, rueful. "He hurt me, Chrissie.
He's like that. It's all about power for him. I had to do
everything he wanted. Some of it was pretty upsetting the first few
times, until I got used t o it. I suppose I wanted to as well, but
afterwards he always tormented me about it."

"How?" I asked.

"He said terrible things about me. He made me do things that
were bad, then he laughed at me because I did them. Do you know
what the word `degrading' means?"

I nodded. "Like humiliating?"

Steven nodded. "That's what it was like with him. He debased
sex. He hurt me at every opportunity. And I couldn't stop it. I
started to enjoy it after a while. I wanted him to hurt me. He even
used to make me drink his pee."

"Gross!" I exclaimed in disgust.

Steven nodded. "That wasn't the worst of it, Chrissie. Sometimes
he would squeeze my balls until I screamed." He took a deep breath.
"After a while, I started getting off on it. Some of my most
powerful orgasms came when he was doing that. He'd fuck me and
squeeze my balls at the same time so I was in agony at the end.
There were times when I could barely walk afterwards. I was lucky
there wasn't permanent damage."

"That's bad," I said.

"Sex is supposed to feel good, Chrissie. I didn't know that.
>From the time I was twelve years old I associated sex with pain.
You've shown me it doesn't have to be that way." He kissed me
again. "Now I live to make you feel good."

I remembered what Bryce had said on the telephone about how his
partners sometimes wanted to hurt him. According to Bryce, it was
just another way of showing someone how much you loved them.
Growing up was so confusing.

"David?" I asked meekly. "Is he?-. Is that why?-.."

Steven nodded. "I think Richard's started doing the same thing
to him. There are a few things that David has said to me over the
last few days. The way he acts, like he wants to hurt everyone
around him. I was the same way, Chrissie, when I was younger. I'm
still suffering from what Richard did to me. That's why I tried to
hurt you. I thought you were the same way that I was."

"Why didn't you tell your mom?" I asked naively.

Suddenly, everything had become a lot clearer. The possibility
of what Richard might be doing to his own son was enough to explain
a lot of things that had happened since I had arrived in Palm
Springs. David was a lot different to the boy who I had spent a
week with during the previous summer. If what Steven suggested was
really happening, it was easy to excuse David's constant cruelty,
his torments, his antagonism towards me and Joel.

Steven rubbed his chin. "I expect I liked it too much. It's hard
not to like being the center of attention, even when it hurts.
Besides, you get used to it, Chrissie. At twelve, you don't know
very much about sex so you expect that's how it's supposed to be. "
He thought for a moment. "I think she knew, or suspected anyway.
She certainly knows about me now," he added.

"She said I should tell her if you hurt me," I said.

"My mother likes you a great deal, Chrissie. That's why she gave
you the diamonds. They're worth at least five or six thousand
dollars, I expect. When she said that, it was very likely that I
would hurt you, Chrissie. In fact I did, didn't I? Outside in the
pool. That's how I am, or how I was, I should say. When I saw how
much I had hurt you, I realized then. I didn't know how much I
loved you. I've been trying to change."

"I like the new you better," I giggled.

"What Richard did to me stayed with me for a long while."

"Do you hate him?"

"I used to think I did. But not really. He can't help the way he
is, any more than I can, or you can. In a way, that's what
Pandora's Box was about. And your story too, about being unable to
change your destiny. We are what we are."

I was stunned that we could think so much alike. Not that we
were the same, because we were not. I realized then that we were
opposites, yet we fit together like the yin-yang principle that Lee
talked about. Only instead of male and female aspects, it was the
union of a man and a boy. Together we made a whole. I belonged with
Steven. I wanted to talk more about it

"Sometimes, I even think that your Aunt Sue knows about going on
between David and her husband. I'd like to believe that she accepts
it because that's how it's supposed to be, but more likely she
either doesn't know or she's afraid of losing everything if they
get divorced, so she puts up with it," Steven said cynically.

"Poor David."

"I'll try to talk with him before he leaves," Steven said.
"However, if he's anything like I was at that stage, he'll keep it
bottled up inside him until it's too late."

Steven gave my sex organs a loving squeeze, clamping my little
testicles between his fingers, but not hard, just firmly. He used
just enough force to let me know that part of me was being held in
a very strong hand. I sighed, trusting him not to hurt me. I was
content. I closed my eyes. He kissed me, striking with his tongue
between my lips, pushing all the way into my mouth before he
stopped. I tried to kiss back, to put my arms back around his neck,
but his hands held me down. Again and again, his tongue pushed
through my lips, forcing my tongue to the side. Then understanding
what he was doing, I lay back, submitting, and he took over.

It was only a minute or two later that he stopped kissing me.
Any longer and we would have been unable to stop ourselves. He
rolled me onto my side and gave my buttocks a playful if frustrated
slap.

"We had better stop go back to the others before I have to
explain to Ted why I disobeyed his direct instructions," Steven
chuckled.

He helped me to my feet. We kissed again, standing in our
special hidden place, listening to each other's breathing, the
splashing water from the fountain, the noisy wetness of our lips as
they came together in shameless passion. It was so easy to give
myself to him, to let him take the lead, to mould me in any way
that he wanted. He took my hand, holding it firmly, leading me
behind the edge, back to the swimming pool.

The lights had been turned off and it was very quiet. We padded
across the pavement, still hand in hand, walking slowly towards the
house. I heard a muffled voice, then muted whispers coming from the
darkness to my right. I glimpsed the outline of a boy's naked body.
He was squatting. I assumed it was David for no other reason than
he seemed to be slender like I was, perhaps a head taller. Although
I could not see who was underneath him, I knew enough to realize
what he was doing. There were only a few reasons why a boy squatted
like that, bracing himself and leaning forward and with his knees
wide apart. Steven's hand pulled me forward, leading me away from
them, away from the illicit act that was in the process of
happening. We walked on towards the house, hearing a momentary
muffled cry when the penetration was finally done.

We were almost at the door when Steven leaned down and whispered
in my ear.

"Richard was never one to be patient."

"Will he be okay?" I asked nervously.

"David will be sore in tomorrow morning, but he's bigger than
you. He probably won't be in much worse shape than you were this
morning, Chrissie. I imagine his balls will probably be a bit
tender, that's all. Most of how my brother hurts is by what he says
afterwards."

Steven held my hand all the way to my room. He stopped outside
my door. His thumb stroked the palm of my hand, pressing firmly. It
was as if he was reluctant to let go. I did not want him to let go.
He looked serious.

"I love you, Chrissie," he whispered. "I'll always love you.
I'll love you even when you are all grown up."

"I love you too," I responded immediately.

"I'm glad. Don't ever think otherwise. That's why I want to
adopt you. No matter what, I don't want you to forget that. I'm
adopting you because I love you and because you love me back."

"We'll still be able to have sex, won't we?" I asked anxiously.

He smiled reassuringly. "I'll make love to you every chance I
get for as long as,-. Well,-. For as long as possible." He leaned
forward and chastely kissed my forehead. "You have a big day
tomorrow, Honey."

"I'm not tired," I claimed. I yawned.

"It's your bedtime, Chrissie," Steven said firmly. His voice
said my `bedtime' was non-negotiable.

I nodded acceptingly, realizing how right everything seemed now.
I liked being told what to do by him. He was taking my mother's
place and I was happier than I had ever imagined it was possible to
be. He opened the door for me, gave me a gentle but firm push on
the rump to make me move, then closed the door behind me.

I stood still in my new bedroom. This preteen bastion was where
I would live from now on. This was my bedroom. The wonderful
treasures that had been put there had been given to me as welcoming
gifts. He had gone to a lot of trouble and expense for me. I hadn't
even thanked him, not properly. I had told him it was `cool', that
was all.

I opened the door again and peeked outside. The door at the end
of the corridor was closed. I glanced back the other way. There was
a narrow shaft of light beaming from the door to my mother's room.
I wondered if Steven had gone in to talk to her, perhaps to tell
her that he had mentioned my father to me. I walked quietly,
barefoot, oblivious to my nudity, not even realizing that Steven
had been as naked as I was, that he would never go into my mother's
room like that.

I did not knock. There were no voices. I opened the door and
stepped inside, into the light that came from the reading light
beside my mother's bed. She looked up from her book as I closed the
door behind me. She smiled warmly.

"Hi, Chrissie. I was hoping you'd come in to say goodnight."

"Hi Mom." I paused. There was so much that I wanted to tell her.
Where to begin?

`Did Steven talk with you?-."

I nodded. "He wants to adopt me, Mom," I said calmly. "He said
you agreed. So did my real father whoever he is," I added
uncomfortably.

My mother nodded and patted the side of her bed, indicating that
I was to sit beside her. I walked over and sat on the edge of the
bed. Her fingers caressed my spine, her fingernails scratching
lightly at the bumps of my vertebrae.

"Yes, Chrissie," she said after a while. "It's the very best
thing that could have happened to you."

Who is he?" I asked pointedly.

She smiled. "You meet him tomorrow, Chrissie. You'll have to be
patient until then. We've been so worried about you."

"Why?"

"Because of how you are, of course Sweetie."

"Because I'm gay?"

"Partly that. If that's all it was, well I'd still be worried
about you catching Aids or something- It's so difficult for a gay
boy growing up nowadays. Chrissie, I about what has been happening
to you at school. It's been very hard for you, hasn't it?"

"You knew about that?" I asked in surprise.

`Of course I knew, Chrissie. Your teacher told me that a lot of
the boys were making fun of you. That's why your grades were
dropping. It wasn't hard to figure out why. That's when I had Lee
start giving you Taekwondo lessons. At least you'd be able to
defend yourself if you got in a fight," she added bluntly.

I shrugged. "Except the first thing they teach you is to run and
not fight."

My mother smiled aimlessly. "Well, that's good, because I
wouldn't want my baby being hurt anyway. I'd rather you ran even if
you are a blue belt."

"I'm a green belt," I replied indignantly.

"Well maybe you are, but Lee told me that you could take the
test tomorrow and pass, even with your problem with the sparring
thing."

"Why else are you worried about me?" I asked uncertainly.

"Why else? Oh Chrissie, isn't it obvious. You're so much like
Bryce. I'm sure you'll grow up to be just like him."

"Because I'm,-." I knew two words to describe what I was. One
was `fairy'. I chose the other one. "Because I'm effeminate?" I
asked meekly.

"Yes, Chrissie. And because you're so passive. With your looks
it was just a matter of time until some man took advantage of you.
Bryce was very worried about you. He said that once you started
becoming interested,-." She hesitated. "There would be no holding
you back."

"If Steven adopts me,-." I thought aloud. "He'll take care of
me."

I regarded her dispassionately. That had been part of the plan
all along. I didn't know whether I should be angry or grateful. I
loved Steven. From the moment I first saw him, and even though I
had no idea what it meant, I wanted to be his boy. Now, I was going
to be his son.

"Yes, Sweetie. I'm sure you'll be very happy with him. You'll
grow up in a few years, and I expect he'll stop having sex with
you, but I think he'll always love you."

"Huh? I don't understand."

"Well, you won't be a boy forever, Sweetie, now will you? And
Steven is a boy-lover, so it stands to reason that once you've
grown up he'll lose interest. Of course, it won't happen overnight.
There'll be a lot of time for you to meet someone else."

I was not absolutely certain that I understood why Steven would
lose interest in me when I was older. I was so tired. At that
moment all I wanted to do was get into bed and go to sleep. I still
had to say goodnight and go back to my bedroom. I blinked blearily
and yawned.

"Chrissie, there is one thing," my mother said hesitantly.

"Yeah?" I yawned again.

"I don't want to embarrass you, Sweetie. And I don't want you to
think I'm prying. I know that you've had sex with him because I
asked him. He told me he was sure you liked it."

I nodded slowly.

"Was it good, Chrissie?"

I nodded again. I smiled at her. We had shared so many other
things that it seemed only natural that she share that part of my
life as well.

"It hurt a bit at first," I volunteered.

"Yes. That's what Bryce said. He said it could be quite painful
for a while, but it would start feeling better as soon as you were
relaxed?" she continued. She sounded interested, even hopeful.

"It did," I confirmed.

"I'm glad." She smiled reassuringly. "I want you to be happy,
Chrissie. I only want what's best for you."

"That's Steven, at least as far as I'm concerned!" I grinned.
"He said the same thing too, by the way."

"Do you think you'll miss not living in Cambridge, Chrissie?"

I shrugged. "I'll miss Paul."

"I'm sure Steven can arrange for him to visit during the summer,
and you can look him up every time you're in Boston."

I crawled over to her and knelt above her, not caring the my
shriveled penis was dangling down between my legs. She had seen me
naked often enough that there was no shame. I smooched her on the
cheek, the same way that I had done for every day of my life that I
could remember.

"Thanks Mom," I giggled.

"You are happy, aren't you Chrissie?" she asked. I nodded
energetically. "Then off to bed with you. You have another big day
tomorrow."

I twisted around and started to climb off the bed, not realizing
that my up-turned rump was visible to her.

"Chrissie!"

She stopped me by putting a hand on my back. I felt her hands,
her cool fingers spreading my cheeks apart. I knew what she was
looking at, the ring of dark purple-brown bruises that surrounded
my anus. I stayed still, patiently waiting until she had finished
her inspection.

"Does it hurt, Sweetie?" she asked.

I climbed off the bed and stood beside her. I shrugged. I wasn't
going to deny that it was tender and it ached a bit when I sat
down, but it didn't hurt.

"I'm not a virgin any more, Mom," I announced boldly. "That's
what it's like for a boy afterwards."

"Oh dear, I had no idea that happened, Chrissie."

"It's okay. I really don't mind. Doctor Lehr said the worst of
the bruising would go away pretty quickly. Mostly, I'll just be a
bit darker there," I added confidently.

"That's good. Good night, Chrissie."

"Good night, Mom."

I blew her a kiss and started towards the door. Almost as soon
as I was out and closing the door behind me, I heard the lamp
switch off and the room became dark. I went back to my bedroom and
closed my door. I ambled over to the window. The curtains were
open. I looked out into the darkness, then up to the black velvet
sky, up to a myriad sparkling stars. The desert was so different to
the crowded city that I had grown up in. I felt like a new person,
a different person. I was about to become Steven's adopted son. It
was becoming increasingly difficult to think of myself as the shy
effeminate boy who was constantly being teased at school. I
grinned.

"Christopher Bryce Kaufman," I said softly. That would be my new
name after tomorrow. It had a nice sound to it.

I turned then, walking purposefully. My mind was made up. I
brushed my teeth. I rinsed my mouth. I went into the dressing room
where I first gone with Mrs. Beaton. I opened the white-painted
door without a lock, the door that separated my room from Steven's.
I stood still, listening to my heart pound with growing excitement.
This was what I was supposed to do. This was why the door was
provided. I realized my penis was hard, throbbing hard,
unwaveringly erect despite its smallness, or perhaps because of it.
Steven's dressing room was dark but there was enough light coming
from his bedroom to see where I was going. I went on into his
bedroom resolutely, knowing that I was expected.

He lifted back the covers and smiled. He was naked and ready,
just as I was naked and ready. He was dark and hairy, with powerful
muscular arms that could crush me if he chose to. And the center of
his masculinity, that magnificent tumescent penis lurched and
shuddered in anticipation. It glistened, already lubricated. I
smiled back at him with what I hoped was wanton lust because it was
certainly what I felt inside.

"Chrissie," Steven said softly. "I love you."

He took my hand and pulled me down onto the bed, flipped me over
and onto my back. Instinctively my legs parted, lifting my knees
high, up past my shoulders. His hand cupped my buttocks and
lovingly squeezed my cheeks. Then, playfully, his forefinger
pressed into my crack, searching for the opening it needed. I
grinned at him from between my knees, looking along my brown chest
and belly as my penis began to lose its stiffness. It was strange,
even amusing how quickly that happened whenever he touched my anus.
It was like flipping a switch that had up and down positions.

His finger circled around my anus, probing at the moist hot
target. I squirmed, plucking at the tip of his finger as I used my
inner muscle to pull invitingly. It was just like kissing his
fingertip.

"Are you sure, Chrissie?"

"Get me loose," I whispered.

"I won't tell Ted, if you don't," Steven joked.

"It's what I want."

"I know. Me too, Chrissie," Steven said jovially. "I've wanted
to do this ever since we were in the canyon and you stripped off
with Joel."

He reached across, searching under the pillow to find what he
wanted. I watched while he squeezed out two long beads of
crystalline jelly. He held his fingers out and I smeared it around,
until his fingers were covered completely. He reached under me
again. I sighed when I realized that his forefinger was back in the
same place, this time prepared with slippery lubricant. It went in
easily, gliding through the band of my anus, reaching up into my
bowels before it twisted and carefully levered back into the little
gland that had suddenly become so essential to my pleasure.

I trembled and groaned, and closed my eyes, concentrating on the
sensations that had been initiated inside me. My pelvis began to
move, reacting, responding, seeking to derive even more delight. If
health classes could convey even one tenth of what anal stimulation
was like, they would help a lot of gay kids understand how their
bodies really functioned, and with the added benefit of lessening
their guilt to survivable levels.

Steven's fingers began to rotate, twisting, stretching, getting
me ready for what happened next. My job was to relax. That was all
I had to do, but it was nearly impossible. I felt the contractions,
the strangling grip of my sphincter as it endeavored to protect
whatever it was that still needed protection, my efforts to the
contrary. Yet, with every passing minute my body became looser,
opening up for his fingers to move back and forth and around and
around.

Then, Steven moved up beneath me, lifting my lower body by the
hips, positioning me before him. His fingers pulled against my
cheeks, opening my crevice up until I was wide open, exposed,
vulnerable. His thumbs pressed into my pelvis, holding me there. I
reached under my buttocks, found his engorged penis, guided it to
where it needed to be. I grinned at him proudly. He was letting me
do the most difficult part of it.

There was a momentary uncertainty when the swollen dome of his
penis pressed into my tiny although weakened opening, a lingering
disbelief that it was even possible. He pushed firmly. Not too
hard. Patiently careful, aware of my needs, as conscious of what I
was feeling as I was. I closed my eyes and relaxed. I concentrated
on a single goal and waited. My anus yielded after only a few
seconds had passed. His penis had started its upward journey again.
He stopped well before the halfway point, but well beyond the point
of no return. I took my hands away again.

"Okay?" he asked tenderly.

I nodded slightly. Like before, it felt like a wedge was being
slowly driven into me. It just took some getting used to. He eased
back nearly an inch and slowly pushed forward again. Even more of
his penis slid through my anus. There were more cramps, but they
were not as strong as before. The worst was over. I took a deep
breath and nodded, showing Steven that I was ready for him.

Another cautious thrust, then another, going deeper into my
rectum. By then the head of his penis was beyond the band of my
sphincter and was being bathed in the spongy heat within me. It
felt good like that, holding his penis captive, feeling his big
swollen knob pressing into my special place. I nodded again,
encouraging him to go further. He pushed, slowly backed away,
pushed again, driving the rest of the shaft through. His penis
moved smoothly through my anus. It was still much too large to be
comfortable, but it filled me with joy nonetheless. I needed him
inside me and this was the only way to achieve it.

He stopped pushing, started pulling on my hips, bringing my body
upward and onto his. His penis skewered into me, impaling my rectum
with its manly strength. I groaned, barely able to stop myself from
crying. I was full to capacity, stretched beyond nature's limits.
It was beginning to hurt.

Then, the pressure abated, backing off until all that remained
was the void within me and the overpowering urge to have his penis
return again. Another long slow thrust, forcefully piercing my anus
with his thick throbbing penis. I shook my head wildly,
disbelieving that anything could feel so wonderful and hurt so much
at the same time. He seemed to understand exactly what I wanted,
what I needed to be complete. `

Out again. All the way out. This time I whimpered. I nodded
urgently, wanting his penis back. The head, so wide and distended,
was like a huge plug that was jammed into my anus. It broke through
without warning and started on the way back. This time was easier.
His motions were calculated to push me to the limit of my
endurance. I realized my hands were grasping at anything and my
toes were curled up. I was being pushed and pulled through the
sheets and Steven's thrusts appeared to be getting faster, much
faster. I breathed in and out, timing my gasps to his thrusts.

"Faster," I moaned.

I shuddered, suddenly attaining the frenzied twitching and
writhing that preceded my orgasm. I lowered my legs, clamping my
thighs around Steven's hips, gripping with my legs as he slammed
furiously against me. His penis was moving like a piston, pumping
through the juices within my rectum and suctioning with a loud
squelchy sound. Still, I wanted his thrusts to be even faster.

I felt the initial forceful squirt of his semen in the depths of
my rectum, already so familiar to me after only three times. Then
another spurt as he started to withdraw, not as deep inside me but
even more enjoyable as his penis jerked and stabbed against my
pulverized prostate. It did not matter that I was sexually immature
or that the gland was only a fraction of the size it would attain
in a few more years. It came equipped with the full range of
sensitivity, ready to provide satisfaction to a preteen boy.
Knowing that Steven was ejaculating inside me was sufficient to
send me over the edge. A powerful spasm wrenched my bowels,
clasping his still spurting penis. I bucked upward, recklessly
pumping against Steven, trying to get it all out before it was too
late. A moment later I slumped down, barely able to breath. I was
still shaking a minute later.

I was barely aware of Steven turning me side on, examining my
distended anus for damage, cleaning away the excess semen and
lubricant carefully. He came up behind me, fitting his body against
mine so that we could be all but joined again while we slept
through the night. I smiled sleepily. His semen was inside me again
and I was happy.