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From: an6441@anon.penet.fi (++ Mark E. Dassad ++)
Subject: NEW STORY: Praise for an Un-named Boy (man-boy)
Message-ID: <1993Feb14.215347.6647@fuug.fi>
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Date: Sun, 14 Feb 1993 21:22:09 GMT
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Ok kids, this is a short vignette about:

another Man-Boy relationship (I.e. pedophilia )

very consensual, no violence (Wow *that's* a new kink for ME 8>)
...Sorry if I disappoint my fans expecting something different.

As always, for god sake don't read this if the subject disgusts you,
and likewise don't propagate it to non-consenting sites (BBS etc)


PS: I neither advocate, practice, nor condone the practice of
pedophilia, but it doesn't mean I'll stop writing about it.

onward:

(C) 1993  Mark E. Dassad.    May be reproduced and  redistributed
    un-edited and  un-altered in electronic format for NON-PROFIT
    ONLY  with this notice intact.  The author reserves the right
    to sell paper copies at huge profit to the disconnected.  Any
    other use constitutes fraud, and you'll be hunted down like a
    dawg and violated if you violate this. Okay you can fix typos,
    but only if you send me corrections.



		 PRAISE FOR AN UN-NAMED BOY



Small delicate fingers probe tentatively into the dark mass of hair
at the base of my penis, it cannot help but stir hopefully at this
light touch.

He lowers his beautiful plump red lips toward my crotch kneeling on
the floor between my spread legs, my pants around my ankles my t-shirt
pulled halfway up my chest to expose my belly I lean back on the
couch, half-prone.  He grasps my cock firmly at the base darts his
tongue into the tube of my foreskin, licking at the rapidly swelling
head that is hidden there.

I moan, move my hips, undulating slowly, running my fingers through
the wild mass of brown curls topping his head as his lips close on the
head of my cock...

He sucks, hard, running his tongue along the bottom of my penis he
pulls the rapidly expanding length into his mouth.  His small fingers
squeeze my balls, rolling them around in their sack as his head begins
to bob rhythmicly his mouth sliding wetly up and down the stiff
length of my cock, coating it with his saliva.

Slurping noisily breathing loudly through his nose he opens his throat
and drives his head down into my crotch as the head of my penis slides
past his soft palate and into his esophagus.

I groan loudly as I feel the wet warmth of his throat around me I
cannot help but thrust eagerly as his nose brushes my bush I cannot
help but hump into his face once! twice! three times! 

He pulls his mouth away from my crotch my penis dancing stiffly
straining towards the warm wet safety of his throat.  He gulps a
lungful of air and gamely dives back down on my cock, rubbing it
around his face, sucking it into his mouth and down his throat,
rolling the head around with his tongue as his small hands expertly
slide my foreskin away his teeth graze lightly over the sensitive
ridge he sucks and pulls and sucks, first one ball, then back to my
cock, then the other, over and over until I am moaning and thrusting
my hips at his face twisting in ecstasy as his mouth continues
pleasuring me until I can take no more.

Semen spills from the end of my cock and he laps it eagerly swallowing
quickly drinking it down; his lips are wet with my ejaculate, some
dribbles down his chin as I pull my softening prick from between his
beautiful full lips.

I stroke a rough weather-worn hand in his curls and he gazes up shyly
searching my eyes for approval.  He is always so eager to please, so
unsure of his ability to pleasure me even with the evidence of his
ability filling his young belly and dribbling off his chin.  I smile
warmly at the small boy kneeling between my legs possessively petting
my limp wet prick.  He smiles back, too shy to speak.

"Your mother will be home soon," I tell him.

I watch his slim buttocks moving lithely under his clothes as he
scampers off to get ready for bed, and I sit for a while, pants around
my ankles, slowly stroking myself as I contemplate the possibilities.


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