Date: Fri, 15 Jan 2021 12:44:12 +0000
From: Fractal1011@protonmail.com
Subject: Tales of the Time Traveller - Chapter 1

Hi folks, I thought I would submit an ongoing story about a man who
travels back in time to offer himself up to men. Chapter 2 is already
well underway, so keep your eyes peeled for that! The usual disclaimer
applies: if you are under eighteen, this material is illegal to read
where you live, or if you find descriptions of sexual contact between men
and boys objectionable, then it might be best to leave.

For those of you still here, please enjoy this story, and do let me know
what you think!

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Levi lay wearily in his bed, the depressing glow of late-night television
programming lighting up the room, providing valuable background noise as
his thoughts swam around his head. He'd been toying with the idea that he
was attracted to kids since he was a teen, and it made sense; he'd never
truly longed for a relationship with an adult, and the number of times
he'd stopped and stared at cute boys he'd seen in public only intensified
those feelings. Not to mention the amount of time he'd spent poring over
every single boy story he could find, filling his bookmarks with links to
all manner of erotic fiction. As a matter of fact, Levi had only hours
ago enjoyed an excellent age regression story, one of many kinks which
had grown on him over the months he'd spent privately exploring his
attractions. Soon enough, though, his desire to sleep took hold, and he
drifted off, the TV now playing to nobody.

Only a couple of hours later, his alarm clock buzzed incessantly, forcing
him awake from his deep slumber. Yet again, he'd forgotten to unplug it
on his day off; Levi turned around and tried to nod off again, but the
sunlight which streamed into his bedroom had other ideas. The TV which
blared in the background wasn't helping matters either, and as Levi
scrambled for the remote to turn it off, an advert caught his attention.

"Have you ever wanted to relive your childhood? Or perhaps you want a
taste of what life has in store for you? Here at Timewarp Technologies,
we've engineered solutions that enable you to live your best life. Give
us a call on 020 7946 0487 to set up a free consultation."

Levi was already mashing the keypad on his phone before the ad finished
playing out, totally possessed by thoughts of realising his own age
regression fantasies. He'd had fleeting thoughts in the past, mostly
during the time he spent reading, but his gut told him to jump at the
opportunity. Before he'd even had time to collect his thoughts, an agent
picked up the phone, forcing him to explain himself.

"Hello... yeah, I've just seen your advert on the telly... well, I was
wanting to go back to when I was little... mhm... how much?! Well, umm, I
think I can make that work... sure, I can come in today... put it under
Levi... alright, thanks, bye!"

As soon as he heard the click on the other end, Levi froze in place, his
phone slipping out of his hand as he mulled over what he'd just done. His
little fantasy was going to cost him an obscene amount of money, not to
mention the potential health risk associated with such an experimental
technology. Still, he had little time to ponder any of this, as his
appointment was in less than an hour; Levi scrambled out of his pyjamas
and into the shower, preparing himself for the day ahead.

Later that morning, Levi parked his car outside of the Timewarp building
and made his way into the reception. It had all the hallmarks of a
well-funded startup tech company; a DeLorean stood as the centrepiece of
the building, and the offices were bright and airy, the epitome of
minimalism. He approached the receptionist nervously, feeling a rush of
apprehension despite how confident he felt earlier about what he was
about to do.

"Excuse me," he squeaked, causing the receptionist to look up from her
computer. "I've got an appointment for 10 o'clock, it's for Levi..."

The woman smiled and tapped away on her computer, searching for his
appointment. Of course, Levi wasn't the only nervous almost-middle-aged
guy to step through the doors of Timewarp Technologies, especially since
they'd started offering their services to the public, and she sought to
reassure him. "Yep, found your name. I'll let Dr. Howells know you're
here, he'll be out in a few minutes. Just take a seat over there, help
yourself to some water and he'll be out in no time!" she beamed,
gesturing towards a small gathering of mostly-empty chairs.

Levi thanked the receptionist and skulked his way over to the waiting
area, pouring himself a cup of water from the water cooler to try and
calm his nerves. A couple of other men were sitting there, too, and one
of them struck up some small talk with Levi, causing him to glance up
from staring at his own lap.

"Is this your first time here?" he asked; Levi nodded his head, his
anxiety preventing him from stringing together coherent sentences. "Well,
I can tell by how nervous you are. I was the same when I first visited a
few months ago, but I'm back for my third go and honestly you'll be fine.
It doesn't hurt one bit, and it's unlike anything I've ever experienced
before!" he gushed, a giant smile on his face as he recounted his
previous experiences.

Levi barely had any time to feel reassured by this before Dr. Howells
poked his head out of the doorway, calling him up for his appointment. He
fit every single "mad scientist" stereotype you could imagine -  slender,
with tufts of dishevelled grey hair and a huge pair of glasses,
front-heavy from the inch-thick lenses they accommodated - but Levi was
going to have to put his trust in him no matter how clichéd his
appearance was. Soon enough, they reached his office, stacked almost to
the ceiling with all kinds of unusual looking equipment.

"Take a seat there, Levi," Dr. Howells requested, pointing towards a
reclining chair not unlike one found in a dentist's office. As Levi
shuffled onto it, the doctor made his introductions. "Nice to meet you
Levi. I'm Dr. Richard Howells, your time travel practitioner for today.
Now, I understand this is the first time you've visited us, Mr..."

"Mr. Stanton," Levi replied, "and yeah, to be honest I sort of booked
this on a whim. I saw your TV advert and knew I had to try it, but I'm a
little bit nervous about all of this. Is it really safe?"

The practitioner chuckled quietly to himself, before quickly regaining
his composure. "The version of our time travel technology that we offer
to the general public has an almost perfect safety record, and only a
couple of benign side effects. You wouldn't believe how much testing and
regulation has gone into it; trust me when I say you've got nothing to
worry about." Dr. Howells reached into a plastic bin and pulled out a
handful of rubber pads, attaching some wires to them as he waffled on
about the rigorous safety processes he has to follow.

"Now," he explained as he stuck the pads to his bare forearms, "I'm going
to attach the cathodes to your body. These will connect you up to our
matter accelerator, which is what does all of the heavy lifting when it
comes to sending you forward, or indeed back in time. You can use the
tablet next to you to set up exactly when and where you want to be, as
well as a few other important details about your time travel experience.
Whenever you're ready, press the "Go" button; you might feel a light to
moderate tingling sensation and your vision may flash, but it's all part
of the process and won't be painful."

Levi picked up the device next to him, taking a second to flick through
the options. It had basically everything he'd imagined; a date picker and
some text fields to set his destination, some checkboxes to control how
the process would age him, and a price list with various time limits.
Once Levi had set things to his satisfaction, choosing to go back to his
ninth birthday, he let out a deep sigh, contemplated the decisions that
led him into the situation, and tapped the big green "Go" button.

He gasped as his body tingled from head to toe, feeling almost like he'd
plunged into a pool of needles which pricked him all over. Before he
could reflexively pat himself down, his vision began to strobe rapidly, a
litany of black and white flashes filling his periphery before blacking
out completely. His ears rung louder than they ever had before as a
pronounced floating feeling took hold; Levi worried for a second that he
hadn't survived the acceleration process, but just as he began to panic,
he felt himself wrapped up in bed. Things were finally beginning to go
according to plan. After all, he'd selected "my childhood bedroom" as his
location, and as he opened his eyes, a surreal sense of familiarity swept
over him.

To Levi's absolute bewilderment, things were exactly as he remembered
them! The Superman posters plastered all over the walls, the stupid
beanbag chair he'd begged his mum for only to barely use; his bedroom had
"typical early 90s kid" written all over it, and Levi kept it
meticulously filled with all kinds of since-lost merchandise from his
favourite TV shows.

His body was eerily familiar too. Levi was never the most athletic boy,
but he wasn't exactly overweight either. The tiniest amount of puppy fat
adorned his otherwise slender little body, and of course at the ripe old
age of nine years old there was hardly a hair on him. Levi glanced down
towards his bare legs, his blue cotton briefs the only thing protecting
his modesty from the oppressive summer heat, and reached down to feel
himself, cupping his basket in his little hands as he reacquainted
himself with the most important part of him. He had a funny feeling he'd
be needing this later...

The sound of his door handle grabbed his attention, and his eyes snapped
towards the doorway, in which his mother now stood. "Happy bir- Levi!
What have I told you about playing with yourself?" she snapped, catching
the boy red-handed in his journey of self-exploration. He looked down
meekly at his Spider-Man bedsheets, blushing out of embarrassment. "Put
some pyjamas on and come downstairs. We're going to your Uncle Joseph's
soon, so I want you to open your presents before we go. Come on, I've
made you a bacon sandwich!"

"Really?!" Levi exclaimed, rushing out of bed and scrambling for his
pyjama bottoms. A bacon sandwich was a very rare treat indeed even as an
adult, so he was eager to indulge in it, bounding his way into the
kitchen and pulling up a chair. "Thanks Mummy!" he beamed, before
devouring his breakfast, washing it down with a tall glass of orange
juice. Before long, he found himself in the living room, tearing into the
few presents he'd received, practically squealing with excitement as his
mum looked on knowingly. Being an only child, Levi's mum knew exactly
what buttons to push to put a smile on his face, and she beamed at her
special little boy's reaction as he squinted to read the text on the box.

"Woah! You got me a Super Nintendo!" he squeaked, rushing over to his mum
and wrapping his arms around her. Levi's mum couldn't help but laugh at
his reaction, tussling his hair as he hugged her tightly. "Aww, I'm glad
you like it, son. Make sure you say thank you to your Dad when he's home
as well!" she admonished, still trying to instill some manners into her
rambunctious son. "I will," he promised, looking up at her with his
radiant blue eyes, "but can I play it now? Pleeeeease..."

"No Levi, your Uncle's expecting us over and we're already running late.
I'll get your Dad to set it up for you once he gets back from work. Now
go and get dressed! Put some shorts on, it's gonna be bloody hot
today..."

Levi sulked a little bit before making his way back up to his bedroom,
digging through his wardrobe and picking out whatever jumped out at him.
He settled on a bright red Mario T-shirt, awfully fitting for the gift
he'd just received, and a pair of grey short shorts which perfectly
accentuated his figure, topped off with a pair of red and black striped
socks. He took a moment to admire himself in the mirror; he was every bit
the exuberant little boy he tried to be, tying perfectly into his naughty
little plan.

"Hurry up, Levi!" his mum shouted from the bottom of the stairs. Once
again, he found himself rushing down, slipping his shoes on hastily and
buckling himself up in the passenger seat of the family car. His brow
became slick with sweat as the built-up heat began to overwhelm him, and
the unmistakable scent of "prepubescent boy" practically poured off him
as they made their way to his Uncle's house.

Levi had always felt as though something was slightly off about his Uncle
Joseph. He definitely didn't feel like he was outright creepy or
anything; in hindsight, it was just a few little incidents of him
catching glimpses and holding hugs just that _little_ bit too long that
planted the seeds of suspicion. He'd be damned if he wasn't going to run
with it though, feeling strangely determined to make a move on him as
soon as he could, wanting to scratch the itch that led him here in the
first place.

That thought remained in the back of his head as his Uncle greeted him,
kneeling down to his level to squeeze him tightly. "Levi! It's been so
long! Wow, haven't you grown tall?" he remarked, taking a step back to
admire the boy from head to toe. "Come in," he gestured, "let's get you
out of this bloody heat! I've got a fan on in the kitchen, so you can
open your present in there."

Levi stood in the path of the fan, the air only slightly cooler than
outside as his Uncle handed him his gift, a small box-shaped present
wrapped in gold wrapping paper, the boy's name scrawled on the top of it.
He eagerly ripped it apart, gasping as he realised what was inside. "You
got me Mario Kart!" he giggled, before raising an eyebrow. "Wait, how did
you know I was getting a Super Nintendo?"

"Well, let's just say a little birdie told me..." his Uncle piped up,
"and besides, I thought we might need a game to play together if you've
brought your shiny new computer all the way over here..."

It took a second for Levi to realise what he'd meant, but as soon as his
mum glanced over her shoulder with that classic "mummy knows best"
expression, he jumped for joy as he realised he'd get to play with his
new console sooner than he thought. "Wait in the living room while I go
and get it," his Uncle instructed, "it's just in the boot of your mum's
car."

Levi looked on as his Uncle fiddled around with the back of his
modestly-sized TV, sitting on the floor as he set everything up. He was
happy to let him do all of the heavy lifting, out of fear he'd break
something and ruin what was now his most prized possession, and it also
provided ample opportunity to get a good look at him. His Uncle was
actually reasonably attractive, his career as a handyman going some way
to explaining why he was so well toned, and Levi could hardly wait to
have his way with him.

Soon enough, the TV screen lit up with the dazzling graphics of early-90s
Nintendo games, and his Uncle took his spot right behind little Levi,
guiding his fingers to the right buttons as he taught him how the game
worked. "You use this cross thing on the left to steer, this button to go
and this button to stop," his Uncle explained; Levi relished in his
closeness, the feeling of his calloused hands on his own, and soon enough
he'd gotten the hang of things.

Levi and his Uncle sat and played for what felt like hours. The boy was
reasonably competitive for his age, even managing to score a few wins,
which he was less than modest about. They even managed to score some
rough-housing in between races, something Levi always enjoyed and which
he hoped might help kick things off with his Uncle, but they were
interrupted by a call from the kitchen.

"Joseph? Did you pick up the cake?" Levi's mum shouted, feeling more than
a little bit stupid for entrusting her scatterbrained brother with such a
pivotal task. "I forgot! Sorry!" Uncle Joseph replied, causing Levi to
let out a little gasp. Was he really going to miss out on his birthday
cake? Even so, this seemed like the perfect opportunity to make his move,
and he resolved himself to remain calm.

"Ah, don't worry about it, I'll go and get it. It'll take me a while
though, are you gonna be alright with Levi?"

"Yeah, yeah, we'll be alright. I'm just gonna play Mario Kart with him."

With that, Levi's mum rushed out of the door, and the wheels of his
dastardly plan were set in motion. "Erm, Uncle Joseph..." he asked,
trying to sound nervous, "can I ask you something? A secret?"

A look of panic flashed over Joseph's face. He had no idea what his
nephew was about to ask him, and wondered whether he was prepared for
whatever Levi was about to throw at him. Still, he reassured Levi that
his secret was safe with him, and asked him to go ahead.

"Erm, well... I'm too embarrassed to ask Daddy, but... I was in the bath
the other day, and my willy felt all funny..." he recounted, his cheeks a
deep red from embarrassment, "and it went all stiff and weird! And it's
been doing it whenever I fiddle with it ever since... it's doing it
now... what does it mean? Is it broken? Mummy keeps telling me not to
play with it..."

Uncle Joseph couldn't help but laugh out loud. He knew that he'd been in
the same position when he was Levi's age, and nobody was around to tell
him what to do about it. But did he really feel comfortable giving his
nephew the talk, when clearly his parents had decided he wasn't old
enough yet? This did nothing to stop him from answering honestly, though.

"Well, what were you doing when it happened?"

"Erm, well it happened when I rolled onto my tummy to get some shampoo,
and it went up against the bath... it felt really weird!"

"Levi, it's normal for your willy to get like that when you touch it, and
it might feel a bit funny when it gets stiff. It's called having an
erection, or a boner, or a stiffy, or... I'm guessing you don't know what
to do when it gets like that, do you?" Levi shook his head; it was a
silly question really, of course he didn't know about masturbation if he
didn't even know what an erection was!

Uncle Joseph took a deep breath, steadying himself. "I can show you if
you'd like. It'll feel really good, but you mustn't tell anybody what
we're about to do, okay? If you want me to stop, just tell me."

"Hook, line and sinker," Levi thought to himself. Of course, he still had
to play the part of "innocent little boy with no sex education," so he
slowly nodded his head in agreement.

"Alright, get your willy out and I'll show you." Almost too eagerly, Levi
lifted his bottom up off the wooden floor, clumsily lowering his shorts
and undies in one motion and exposing his erect boy nail. Of course, he
knew exactly what he should be doing, but blowing the cover now would be
a huge waste, so he sat back down and lay into his Uncle. "Erm, now
what?" he asked, looking up at him.

"Oh, buddy..." Uncle Joseph whispered, reaching out his right hand and
gripping the tip of his little boner with his thumb and forefinger. Levi
shuddered at the contact, finally getting what he'd waited so patiently
for. "Oooh, Uncle, that feels funny!" he gasped, letting out a boyish
grunt as Uncle Joseph began to slowly move his hand up and down. "If you
move it like this, it feels good, right?" Levi was definitely inclined to
agree, nodding his head with vigour to encourage his Uncle to continue.

As Uncle Joseph began to speed up his motions, he spread his legs out as
wide as he could, allowing him full access to his boy parts. The feeling
of having his Uncle touch him like this, something which he'd thought
about for hours and hours, was indescribable; it felt a million times
better than doing it himself, easily topping any sexual experience he'd
had as an adult. "Uncle, my willy feels itchy! It's really weird... but,
like, nice too..." he cooed, wearing a dreamy, satisfied expression on
his little face.

Soon enough, the inevitable began to approach. Levi wasn't happy to wrap
things up so quickly, though, and he pushed his hands towards his crotch,
causing his Uncle to let go. "What's up?" his Uncle enquired, as Levi
doubled over slightly. He was desperately hard himself, the innocent
eroticism of the situation and his sweet young boy musk making for an
intoxicating combination.

"It felt like something was gonna come out!" Levi explained,
matter-of-factly.

"Well, Levi... that's called an orgasm! It's the nicest feeling in the
world, trust me. Nothing's gonna come out, not until you're older, so
don't worry about it." Uncle Joseph reached back down towards the boy's
crotch, and this time, Levi was happy to let him press on.

"Oooh, Uncle... I can feel it! Am I doing an orgasm?" he squeaked,
stretching his legs out as his whole body tightened from his impending
dry cum. Uncle Joseph stifled a giggle as his hand flew up and down his
nephew's length, slapping against his smooth crotch as he pushed him over
the edge.

"Ahhh!"

Levi's little dickie began to kick and squirm uncontrollably as his
orgasm took hold. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over him as his
Uncle gently rubbed him through what he thought was his very first
climax, placing his spare hand on his nephew's tummy to soothe him
through it as he panted away, completely spent as his willy began to
deflate.

"Woah... that was awesome... can... can I do that whenever I want?!" he
breathed, leaning all of his body weight into his Uncle.

"Yeah, you can do that whenever you want, matey... well, maybe not where
other people can see you, but doing it in your bedroom or during bath
time is alright. Now pull your pants up before your mum gets back!"

Levi obliged his Uncle's request, covering himself up in the nick of time
as he heard the front door open. He resumed the game of Mario Kart when
his Uncle least expected it, taking the opportunity to thrash him despite
the fact his opponent didn't even have a controller in his hands. His mum
smiled down at him, blissfully unaware of the perverted things she had
just barely missed.