Date: Mon, 13 Feb 2006 17:23:02 -0800 (PST) From: "Darron, Darron The Witch, The Witch" Subject: The Loft Part 5 by Danny The Witch The Loft by Danny The Witch Part V "It's a kind of magic.... One dream, one soul, one prize, one goal, One golden glass of what should be, One shaft of light that shows the way, No mortal man can win this day The bell that rings inside your mind, Is taunting the doors of time. The waiting seems; eternity, yea. The day will dawn; of sanity Is this a kind of magic? -Freddy Mercury (Queen) "...Sometimes I get to feelin' I was back in the old days, long ago, When we were kids when we were young, Things seemed so perfect... The days were endless, we were crazy we were young And the sun was always shinin; we just lived for fun Sometimes it seems like lately I just don't know The rest of my life's been just a show Those were the days of our lives..." -Freddy Mercury "Sometimes I wish that I could turn back time, impossible as that may seem, but I want to so bad, Quit playing games with my heart..." -BackStreet Boys Jeff said, "Hey Tony, my dad's gona be home from work soon, let's go in the garage-- I got the perfect place. It's like a secret spot." "A secret spot," Tony said. "Yea-- You'll see." Jeff said. Jeff lead little Tony into the garage that was adjacent to the house. Inside the garage it was dark and musty and hot. "Don't worry, I've got a fan up there," Jeff said. "Up where?" Tony asked. "Up there," Jeff said pointing towards a ladder that lead up to a giant loft in his garage. "Wow!" "I got all kinds of cool stuff up there, comics, candy- - you name it." "Wow," the eight year old said to the ten year old. They climbed the ladder. Jeff went first. Soon the two boys were up on the loft. "Wow," Tony said-- There's a lot of room up here-- and it goes way back." Looking around he could see that the loft extended quite a distance back into dark shadows. Jeff turned a lamp on that he had up there on the loft. Jeff sat on the edge of the loft with his legs dangling over the side and Tony followed suit. "You're not afraid of heights are you?" Jeff asked. "It's okay-- it's not that high," Tony lied. Jeff shared some of his comics with Tony. "Hey-- Do any of these got the invisible sex pictures in them?" Tony asked. "Why are you horny?" "What does that mean?" "Never mind-- yea-- they all do." "Where'd you get 'em?" Tony asked curious. "From the liquor store where do you think?" "Oh," Tony said. Jeff got up and carefully unscrewed the incandescent light bulb, with his shirt that he had taken off, and then reached into a basket of junk nearby and pulled out another bulb and screwed it in. "Hey-- it's that same kind of light," Tony said. "Yea-- it's called black-light. Once again, Tony could see the strange tattoo's that Jeff had on his body. The one that attracted his attention the most was the image of the butterfly. "What does that mean?" Tony asked touching Jeff's skin where the tat was which was just right of his left nipple. "It's a Monarch-- It's a symbol of Operation Monarch-- A top secret government operation." "Oh," Tony said. Jeff grabbed a Spiderman Comic from a stack of comics he had in the corner and brought it over for the two of them to look at. This one was Number 56 published December, 1974 and it was called 'Death Without Warning.' Jeff handed it to Tony who opened it up. He said, "Hey- - where's the sexy pictures?" "Why doncha read it first, and then we'll put more drops in your eyes." "Okay," Tony read the whole comic-- it was a weird one-- the story was about a scientist who had discovered a secret serum that he deciphered from ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics; the formula of eternal youth, and this bad guy made him make it so he could drink it. Well the bad guy turns into a little kid and the scientist turns into a lizard-- it was really weird. "Have you ever thought about death?" Jeff suddenly asked little Tony when he saw he'd finished reading the story. "What do ya mean?" Young Tony asked. "You know-- You're gona die you know." "No-- I'm not going to die." "Everyone dies you know-- if not tomorrow, then the next day." "No-- I'm not going to die!" Tony said fighting back a tear. "It's true--" Jeff said. And then Tony did begin to cry and the ironic thing is that he could start to see the sexy pictures. "What do you mean I'm going to die?" he suddenly asked. "You're gona grow old and die-- it's as simple as that. Maybe a long time from now when your eighty or ninety but it's going to happen." "Well that's like forever away anyways," Tony said biting his lower lip. "Could happen sooner that that you know-- you could get hit by a car-- or get a brain tumor." "Shut up--" "Happens all the time-- watch the news-- death comes early for lot's of people-- sometimes unexpected-- sometimes people die so quick they never even had time to understand what was happening." "Yea to grown-ups," Tony said. "No to kids too-- watch the news-- kids die everyday." "Shut up now." "Really, if you stop to think about it-- anyone with an IQ over 80 should be absolutely terrified of what can happen to them as soon as they walk out of their houses into the world-- the big bad wolf is everywhere." Tony contemplated what Jeff was saying. "They've got to be insane," Jeff said. "Who?" "Anyone who can function at all knowing that death can come in a thousand ways at any moment-- and the worse part is is now matter how careful you are, or how lucky you are you're still going to get old and die. And maybe, getting old is even worse than death-- look at them Tony-- they get ugly, and all their joints stiffen up, and they lose a the quality of life, slowly, as though the world sucks the life out of people like a sadistic vampire-- refusing to make his kill quick, but doing it slowly, agonizing, torture. And in the end, maybe the ones who live to be ninety or a hundred weren't really the lucky ones after all-- maybe by the time- - they're praying for death." "But I don't want it to happen, ever" Tony said. "Well-- then you need to know the secret of the Holy Grail." "The secret of what?" "Its a long story," Jeff said. "But you don't have to grow old and die." "I don't?" "No. And you never have to worry about sudden death either-- Or all the things that can happen to you that would be worse, like brain damage. How would you like to be young again?" "Whatcha mean?" "I mean-- How would you like to be a little boy again?" "How would I like to be a little boy again-- I don't understand. I already am a little boy." "No you're not." "What do you mean-- yes I am." "No you're not-- You're actually forty. Or fifty. Or eighty-- maybe you're already dead and buried and don't even know it-- maybe you've been dead and buried in the ground for a million years." "I don't know what you're talking about!" Tony suddenly exclaimed. "Time is not what you think Tony-- You don't know yet-- I know you think you're young now-- but you'll be forty like tomorrow!!" "So what's the secret?" Tony asked. "Well-- It has to do with the occult. I'm a secret member of a secret society and we know the secret of eternal youth-- you wana live forever?" "Yes-- who wouldn't?" "Okay," Jeff said, "Now you're talking." "What's the name of this group?" "It's called the order of the modern day templars," "I never heard of it," Tony said. "You haven't heard of a lot of things-- you're eight years old remember?" Tony nodded. "I'll make a deal with you," Jeff said as he unbuttoned the fly of his pants and pulled his small but totally erect dick out. "Let me stick this in your butt and I'll tell you the secret." "You wana stick it in my butt?? Like in the pictures?" "Yea-- and then I'll tell you the secret." "And I can be young forever? And never get brain damage?" Tony asked. "Or back-aches," Jeff added. "Or stiff joints," Tony added. "Or Erectile dysfunction," Jeff added. "What the heck's that!" "Nothing-- And never ever die," Jeff said. "Being a little boy is way cooler than being a man-- believe me-- you don't know-- for one thing let me tell you-- last Saturday-- I spent the entire afternoon masturbating..." "Masturbating?" "Yes-- you know-- doing this--" Jeff showed Tony once again how you go up and down on your dick. "Oh yea," Tony said. "Anyways-- I orgasmed 14 times in a row. It took me all afternoon but this is the amazing thing-- You CAN'T do that when you're a man!!" "Oh," Tony said. "Let me stick it in your butt," Jeff said. "Um well--" "Listen-- Dick's are going to find their way up into your butt-- if not today then later-- for sure." "How do you know that?' "Because-- You're gay." "Gay?" "It means you like dick's in your butt-- you just don't know it yet." "How do you know that?" "Because-- we did - I mean they did a blood test on you- - You're definitely gay." "Oh," Tony said. "So-- can I stick it in your butt now?" "Okay," Jeff motioned for little Tony to take his clothes off again and to lay face down on the hard wood of the loft floor which he did. Jeff then grabbed a jar of Vaseline from the junk basket, and lubed up his little erection. He got on top of Tony but had some problems getting it in. "Here, " Jeff said, "Get on your knees and stick your butt up in the air." Tony did so. Then Tony felt Jeff push his erect dick into his butt- hole. He didn't need to see it; he felt it and had a perfect image in his mind-- it looked just like in the magazines. "Oh yea," Jeff said as he felt his dick slide into a young boy's virgin ass-hole, for the first time in his life. For the first time he felt what it feels like to fuck a young virgin boy. "I waited so long for this," Jeff said, "To feel what this is like," "Hu?" Tony asked. "It was worth it-- to feel your tight young ass around my dick," Jeff said. "Worth what?" Tony asked. "Worth getting a needle stuck in my brain." "What?" "Never mind," Jeff said as he then concentrated on fucking his new young pal in his young, smooth, tight, virgin, eight year old ass. Jeff watched his smooth little boy dick glide almost effortlessly in and out of the smooth little boy asshole he was fucking. It looked so good. It looked so clean. It looked so perfect-- the way sex was meant to be. He stated fucking Jeff harder. 'It even felt perfect,' Jeff thought to himself. Jeff started fucking harder and harder and surprisingly little Tony started to moan-- a moan of genuine pleasure. Jeff aimed his cock head up towards where he thought Tony's little button was. Tony started moaning more passionately. Jeff kept up a nice fast rhythm until finally... A few moments later Jeff had a dry orgasm and pulled out. "How was that?" he asked Tony. "It felt good, actually." "Here, let me suck you off now," Jeff said and turned Tony over onto his back and lowered his mouth down to the little boy's stiff prick and started sucking like this was something he had been looking forward to for years and years. 'Jeff was a good sucker,' Tony thought to himself. 'A realy good sucker!" Jeff was making Tony's little dick feel better than ever-- even better than what his own hand could do to him. Tony started to feel really really good, and instinctively grabbed Jeff's head with both of his hands. "Ouch," Jeff said, grabbing his right ear, "It's still sore little buddy," he said. "You're ear?" Tony asked. Jeff nodded. "Why? What happened to it?" "I told you-- from the needle in my brain." And then Jeff went back to sucking little Tony's prick like it was the first little boy dick he had the chance to suck in forty years. Tony immediately surrendered to the ever-so-pleasurable vibrations created by Jeff's over zealous tongue and lips. Within a few short minutes Tony had a dry orgasm of his own but Jeff just kept on sucking. A few minutes later he had another one, and another one, and then another one... Tony was walking home on the sidewalk. He was by himself, and he seemed to be in no hurry. The eight year old who was slim with short sandy blond hair, was a bit of a day dreamer. He seemed content to walk home from school by himself. Still, he looked forward to next school year when his parents would finally allow him to ride his bicycle to school. It was near the end of the third grade, which meant that in just a couple of weeks his walking days would be gone forever. Which was just fine with Tony- riding a bike afforded less opportunity to be bullied and he was afraid of bullies. As Tony walked east along 63rd Street he was thinking about all these things; he was thinking about the end of the school year coming up and the beginning of another endless summer. He was also thinking about his new friend Jeff and the new kind of fun they had together and the promise in all of that. He thought about his new magic sunglasses. He thought about all this and more. In fact Tony thought about a lot of things. Tony liked to think. And he usually didn't have too much time for it. But he had time for it now, which is why he wasn't in a hurry- that and he never looked forward to being alone with his mother for that miserable hour before dad got home. Anything could happen during that hour depending on what kind of a mood his mother was in. But, Tony didn't like to think about things like that while he was alone; it made him anxious. When Tony was daydreaming he liked to think of things cool; like magic, friendship, and now something new-- sex. Tony took a deep breath to lessen the taint of anxiety just from a moment's thought about his mother and that's when he noticed the white un-marked van that was slowly moving along behind him. 'Is that van following me?' Tony thought to himself, 'How long has it been back there? IS it following me?' Tony wasn't sure. He thought he'd noticed the van earlier but he wasn't sure. The boy had walked half way up 63rd Street, and had just crossed Acacia, when he remembered first noticing the white van. 'Has it been following me since I left school?,' he thought to himself, 'over two blocks?' Tony walked a ways, and glanced behind him compulsively, and the continued walking. A moment later he heard the van stop and a sliding door open. He looked behind him again and saw that a passenger had gotten out of the van. "Oh good," Danny said out loud, "It was just my imagination." He couldn't wait for the van to drive away though so that Tony could completely relax and go back to his day dreaming. He looked back behind again, and saw that the van was moving again, in that same creepy-slow way it was before. The van was creeping behind him, seemingly following him. The driver was letting regular traffic pass by him on the left. The passenger was now walking on the sidewalk, a few hundred feet behind Tony; the van creeping along at the same speed as the passenger now on foot. Tony's heart suddenly down-shifted. "It WASN'T my imagination!" Danny said out loud and immediately crossed the street to his left in front of the van. Tony had almost reached the corner of Fairfax. 'Just a little further,' he thought to himself. If the man on foot crosses the street behind him, Tony was prepared to make a run for it while he still had a pretty good lead. The man didn't cross the street however; instead he got back inside the van. At this point reached the corner and went in a diagonal line to cross the intersection so he'd end up on the East side of Fairfax, putting as much distance between him and the van as he could. After several minutes Tony saw no sign of the van. He paused for a moment to catch his breath; even though he hadn't been running he had been walking briskly, in the afternoon sun. He was standing there with his hands on his knees kind of stooped over when he saw the van again. He watched it make a left onto Fairfax. Danny immediately started walking very quickly thinking to himself, 'If I can just make it to my house... two more blocks.' Tony was starting to get really scared now and he could feel a cold sweat break out on the back of his neck, in spite of the heat. As Tony was approaching 62nd Street he knew he was going to have to cross that street; being that he was on the East side of the street. 62nd dead-ended into Fairfax, so if he'd been on the West side of the street he wouldn't have had to cross it; 'Piss poor planning,' Tony thought to himself, 'As my dad would say.' Tony was certain that if the people in the van were going to do something dramatic, it would most likely happen before he finished crossing the street. As Tony approached the corner he glanced behind him. The van was still slowly following about a hundred feet back. Tony got to the intersection and without hesitation advanced off the sidewalk and into the street. He knew he was vulnerable, "Got to get to the other side," he said out loud. He heard the van sliding door open again, and he knew the passenger was about to get out on foot again. Tony got to the other sidewalk on the other side of the street. He still walked quickly; but didn't run. Tony had an intuition that if he started running, he would force them to do something and he didn't want them to do anything right now. He needed time to think and you can't think when you're in a panic. Tony felt his temples pulsing, and he also felt the flutter-flutter deep on the right side of his brain; like inside of his right ear. Tony called it the butterfly effect; whenever he got really scared he'd feel a butterfly in his brain trying to get out through his ear. Tony's dad had told him once that bees could smell fear. Tony didn't understand that- how they could smell fear. He had a better theory- that they could see the invisible butterflies. You know- it happens whenever you get really scared; butterflies in your stomach; butterflies in your head, butterflies everywhere, flying out of your ear- - the butterfly effect. Anyways, that's what he would imagine; invisible butterflies flying out of his stomach through his mouth and nose, and a great big one coming out of his brain through his ear-- a giant Monarch butterfly. Tony didn't know if people could see them, maybe someone could if they were wearing his magic sunglasses-- he didn't know but he wasn't taking any chances. If these two men behind him saw the Monarch butterfly, they would know for sure that he was scared- not just nervous, but scared. AND, if they knew he was scared he knew somehow this would embolden them-- just like the bees that his dad had told him about. Tony glanced behind him again. The man behind him on foot was closing the gap between them. The van was closer too. Tony turned and deliberately stared at the van. He was looking for the license plate. If he could get a good look at the plate; he could memorize the numbers, and even if he couldn't, doing that would be bold and could definitely intimidate the driver and he wanted to intimidate them right now. Tony stopped and starred at the front of the van. There was no plate. In abject defiance Tony glared down the driver trying to get a good look at his face. The man on foot didn't seem to mind being identified but the driver may be intimidated if he knew that HE could be identified. Danny took a real long look at the driver, for as long as he dared, and then quickly turned and walked as fast as he could but still didn't run. There was no point in running now, Tony thought, where would he run to? 'There's no place to run to...," Tony thought to himself, 'That seems so familiar-- where have I heard that before?' Tony thought to himself, 'If I could just get a little closer to my house, but I'm still too far away-- the guy on foot would catch me before I could get there. Tony analyzed his options-- he knew they were going to make a move soon; this might be his last time to think clearly. What was the best option? He thought to himself, 'I can't afford to make a blunder under these circumstances- - I've got to think-- What are my options?' The clearest option was to make a run for it as soon as he got within running range of his house. Tony could actually see the imaginary line he had to cross BEFORE that option was viable. However, even though the idea held the greatest promise of salvation something occurred to Tony that cast a haze of doubt on its probable success. 'What if they know where I live?' he thought, 'If they know where I live they will most definitely make their move before I'm in range. Tony glanced again behind him. The man on foot was closer. It was obvious to Tony what their strategy was. The man was trying to close in behind him and when he was close enough make a leap for him. 'Why doesn't he make a run for me now' Tony pondered. Tony thought about it, 'probably because he's too far back-- if he moved on me now, I'd have too much reaction time-- with that much reaction time my reaction would be somewhat unpredictable. He needs to get closer.' Tony was thinking, 'I'm running out of time. If they know where I live, each step I take closer to my house, the more likely it is they'll make a sudden move. If they move first-- I'll lose the only chance I have to get away-- the element of surprise-- I have to make the first move BUT it has to be unpredictable.' he thought. 'What-to-do-what-to-do,' Tony thought. One thing was for sure he had to do something, and he had to do it soon. He had to act first to gain an advantage-- if they moved first, he would be forced to react out of panic and there would be no more time to think. "What are my options?" he said out loud. Tony heard a strange sound from behind him. A sound he couldn't identify. It sounded like metal but he couldn't picture it in his mind. Tony had a photo-genic memory when it came to sounds and he was sure he'd never heard this sound before; still an image was trying to form inside of his photo-genic mind. The image wouldn't fully form, but the sound was making him more anxious. It was a repetitive sound and the only picture that would start to form in his mind was of one of those metal key-chain things that you pull the keychain out of, like the man was nervously pulling it over and over again. "THINK TONY!" he said to himself. He thought that he could run to somebody's front door and knock and scream for help but if no one answered the door quick enough he would end up trapping himself. He thought he could stand there on the sidewalk and start screaming; it might scare them away, but on the other hand it could force them to do something immediately dramatic. He didn't want to chance that. He didn't know what was the object making that sound-- maybe some kind of a weapon-- no, he didn't want to chance that. He could cross the street suddenly, however, at this point that would be risky; the van was too close now and his intuition didn't like that idea at all-- crossing the street in front of the van would make him vulnerable. Besides crossing the street would put him on the other side of the street from his house and right now Tony's house seemed like the most likely sanctuary. 'I only no viable options,' Tony suddenly realized. I've got to cross that imaginary line and make a break for my house. Maybe they don't know where I live. And he was close-- so very close, to that invisible threshold. Tony had a photo-genic brain and he actually SEE the line, exactly where it was. As soon as he crossed that line he would have a fair chance to outrun the dude behind him, but if he makes a run for it two inches before the line he wouldn't make it-- Tony didn't know how his brain figured out things like that-- it just did. Tony sucked at sprint racing and he knew one thing, he might beat an adult in a short sprint but not a long one-- He HAD to cross that line. The only problem was that there was also an imaginary line behind him that his brain put there. If the stranger behind him on foot crossed his line before Tony crossed his- - Tony's brain knew he wouldn't make it. So Tony tried to walk just a little faster; to widen that gap just a little. He still didn't run-- if he ran, he would have played his cards too soon. 'And what the hell is that sound?' Tony thought to himself. 'It's a metal object-- but what the hell is it-- My brain's not making any pictures!' That sound was driving Tony crazy because he would like to identify what the object was before he made his move. The sound reminded Tony of a movie he saw once on TV about psycho killers; they show portrayed many of them to do something repetitive like this just before they killed somebody in order to intimidate their victim. Tony had to look. What was it? Tony glanced behind him, and was surprised how close the man on foot was behind him now. He was too close. There was no more time. The man was right at his imaginary line. And that's when Tony saw what the metal object was making those sounds. The man was holding a pair of handcuffs. And the man was grinning. And Tony ran. Tony broke out into a full sprint. He ended making the first move which gave him the element of surprise BUT he hadn't crossed over his imaginary line yet. He was forced to move too soon, and he also knew that it was very unlikely he would get away now. And then Tony's ability to think rationally flew out of his brain in the form of a giant Monarch butterfly. This particular one had large blue and purple dots on its wings. The instant Danny started his sprint, the van suddenly accelerated and zoomed up on his left side along side of him. The passenger door sliding all the way open. The man on foot broke into a sprint the instant Tony did. Tony knew all this without looking because sounds made pictures-- at least they did for Tony. Besides, Tony couldn't chance glancing behind him-- he was in a full sprint towards his house. 'Got to get closer to the house.' Tony managed to seize onto that last thought and freeze it as frozen as time was at the moment. Tony could visualize the man breathing down his neck. To make matters worse he was running up hill. 'I need an angel,' Tony thought. He was hoping there was one nearby that wasn't too busy that could give his ass a little supernatural push up this steep hill. Tony believed in angels, he'd even though he'd seen one once, even though people say you can't see them. Tony knew he had an ability to see a lot of stuff people claim they can't see. Tony was about to flank right to move away from the van even though running on people's front lawn's might slow him down a bit-- it was unpredictable and it would put some distance between him and the van who could try and pull up in a driveway and cut him off. But, just before he made his move to zip right, he felt a powerful grab on his arm, and then instantly he heard the sound of the handcuffs lock around his wrist. 'This isn't supposed to happen,' Tony thought to himself, 'It didn't happen this way-- I got away,' he remembered. Then Tony felt a violent force, as the man behind him suddenly stopped and was using his weight to stop him. Tony lost his balance, and began to fall left towards the van and before he could react his whole body was pulled by his shackled wrist so hard that he thought his wrist might of fractured. Next thing Tony knew he was being forced inside the van. Once inside, the door closed and Danny tried to scream but just then a handkerchief was forced over his mouth. A few seconds later Tony heard a wobble wobble wobbling sound in his brain and his sight was quickly forming grey spots. And then he felt himself losing consciousness. Tony's last thought was, 'This wasn't supposed to happen-- It didn't happen this way.' When Tony woke up he didn't know where he was. He was inside of a house somewhere. A man was holding his arm still and using a tattoo gun. "Ouch, that hurts," Tony said. "Be still-- We're almost done." There was a bright black light lighting up Tony's shirtless body. He could see they had already tattooed an image of a Monarch butterfly on his left knee. There was the word 'sEa' on his wrist. And the image of a pentagram on his hand. "Okay, all done," The man said who was holding his arm still, and tattooing it, "You wana see?" Tony nodded. The man wiped some of the blood off with an alcohol soaked rag, and then allowed Tony to move his arm so he could see the image. It was a cross. Nothing complicated; it was just a big t like a small letter t but big on his arm. "Sorry kid," the man said, "We had to tag ya'" Tony didn't understand. "And now the hard part," The man said, holding a needle in his hand that was about eight inches long. "What are you going to do with that?" Tony asked. "We're gona put in your brain." Tony suddenly tried to jump up, but the other man held him still. "Don't worry, " The man holding the needle said, "We're not inhuman-- we're gona knock you out first," and at the same moment the first man held up another rag in front of his face that makes you go to sleep. When Anthony woke up, he was in a van. "What the hell happened?" he said out loud. Anthony sat up and looked around. He saw behind him was the driver and a passenger. He turned around and stuck his head inside the cabin. He recognized the driver-- it was Douglass Moore-- his teacher from the magic class that he went to on Monday nights. And he recognized the passenger too; it was his brother Mike Moore. Both of them were teachers at a secret society meeting that he was a member of. he remembered now-- they were doing an occult experiment-- in time travel. "Douggie, Mike!!" "Hey, look who's awake," Mike said. "It worked?" Mike grabbed the rear-view mirror and angled it down. What Anthony saw amazed him; he was a little boy again; about eight years old. "Mother fucker," Anthony said, "I can't believe it." "Well believe it-It's 1974 and we're taking you back to your neighborhood-- you still remember where your house is and where you went to school?" "Yea," Anthony said. "Good," Mike said, "My step-son is going to be your contact-- his name is-" "Jeff," Anthony said. "Yes," "You still remember where he lives?" "Right across the street from the school," "Good-- meet up with him tomorrow. You only have to fake two more weeks of school and then its summer-- you'll seem a little odd to people for a week or two but by the beginning of summer, they won't be able to tell you're actually 40 years old." "But--" "But what?" Douglass said. "How come you guys aren't younger-- like I am?" "We are, " Mike said. "But you look exactly the same," he said. "We know," Douglass said. "Would you believe me if I told you that we're vampires?" "No," Anthony said. Douglass pulled the van over to the side of the road, around the corner from Fairfax on 63rd Street. "Welcome to your childhood-- second act-- I'm afraid they haven't invented cell phones yet-- a minor inconvenience-- remember your contact. Bye." Anthony stepped out of the van and into 1974. The van sped off, and Anthony rubbed his ear-- it was a little sore. He felt something wet and looked at his finger- - a little blood. "Absolutely fucking amazing," Anthony said to himself, and heard with his own ears a little boy's voice say it. "This is going to be a blast!" he said as he walked back towards his house that he lived in thirty two years ago. When he got inside the house, he discovered his mother was in a good mood. When Anthony saw his mom, he almost passed out in shock. "Hi Tony," she said. 'God, nobodies called me Tony in over twenty years,' he thought to himself. "Mom-- my God-- You're so young!" "Well, thank you," she said. "I'm gona take a shower ok mom?" "What happened to Mommy-- you're too old for that now?" She said. "Oh yea I forgot-- Mommy?" "You don't have to call me Mommy any more-- you're growing up honey," Anthony thought about that; thought about saying 'maybe not,' but decided against it. When Anthony got inside the bathroom. He immediately striped naked and looked at himself in the mirror. He watched his little prick get a full stiffy. Anthony molested his own little erection for about ten minutes-- giving himself his first dry orgasm. "So that's what it would have felt like-- DOES feel like," he said out loud. Then Anthony swatted his own ass with his hand, and was surprised how loud the smack was. "Better not do that," he said out loud. He felt his little ass with his hand-- it felt so small, so smooth. Anthony turned around and bent over so that he was looking at the bathroom mirror from in-between his own hairless legs. He spread his butt-cheeks apart revealing his own hole to himself. He then felt his hole with his index finger. It felt so good. Then he partly inserted his finger into his ass. Anthony then stood back up and turned around. "I'm so beautiful," he whispered to himself. The next day Anthony met up with Jeff during lunch. "So, how's it feel to be young again?" Jeff asked Anthony. "Unbelievable," he said. "Today, after school-- let's go to the rec center." "Why what's up?" "You-- getting fucked by you're first man." "Oh," Anthony said. "There's a guy whose been hanging out at the rec center after school, and we know he wants to have sex with little boys-- and we want to help him find what he's looking for. I think an eight year old boy will please him very much don't you?" "It would if I were him. Just me?" Anthony asked. "No-- both of us-- he's going to watch you fuck me first." "Fucking A," Anthony said. "I'm going to be you're first kid fuck." "I can hardly wait." "Anyways-- the reasons are complicated-- but, we want him to be our next vampire." "Vampire?" "Yea vampire, spook whatever-- he's joining our club whether he wants to or not." "I see." After school, Anthony followed Jeff to the rec center which was only about a mile away from the school. On the way Jeff asked, "By the way-- how was your first day of school?" "Oh, other than the fact that I had no idea where all my classes were and when I asked other kids they all looked at me like I was an idiot-- it was great-- It was fantastic- - A guy like me would pay big bucks to be able to go to school for a day with a bunch of young boys. You should have seen me in the locker room changing for P.E. gapping at all these kids around me changing." "Yup-- It's great isn't it-- the needle in your ear was worth it?" "I'll say-- " "And the best thing," Jeff said, "is it's all totally legal- you can have sex with as many kids as you want-- as long as it's consensual." "Of course," Anthony said. They got to the rec center, and took off their shoes and socks and then got inside the sand box, making like they just wanted to play. "They guy's over there," Jeff said, "In his car." Anthony glanced over and saw the guy eyeing them from inside his car in the adjacent parking lot. "How do we get him to come over here?" Anthony asked. "Like this," Jeff said, motioning the guy to come over to where we were. The guy got out of his car and approached us. "Hey-- what's up?" The guy asked us. "Not much," Jeff said. "Not much," Anthony said. Jeff kind of casually grabbed his crotch, and I followed his lead. Believe me, the guy didn't miss that; his eyes went down to the two boys crotches as they both took turns doing that. The two boys kind of made friends with the dude and emboldened him to play with them, letting the adult take the lead. Eventually he felt comfortable picking them up and stuff and holding them in his arms and wrestling with them in the sand. While they wrestled with the man and he would tickle them, Anthony noticed that Jeff would grab his crotch a lot, so Anthony did the same while he was wrestling with the man. It turned out the guy's name was Ronnie, and after the boys wrestled with him they all took a breath on the side of the sandbox. Ronnie asked them what they were both into-- and Jeff told him just about everything. Anthony told him that he liked anything that was fun. Ronnie then got real bold and asked the boys if they wanted to go swimming at his hotel swimming pool. The two boy's accepted. "There's an abandoned parking lot about a half block from here behind the Smith's Food Kind," Ronnie said. "Yea-- I know where that is," Jeff said. "Go to the middle of the lot-- I'll drive over there and pick you guy's up-- I can't let you into the car here-- it could create witnesses-" "We understand, " Anthony said. Jeff nodded. "Twenty minutes," Ronnie said. "Gotcha," Jeff said. Ronnie got into his Buick and drove off. Afterwards, without saying a word, Jeff and Anthony walked towards the vacant lot. Just like the guy said, he picked the two boys up from the lot twenty minutes later. It was kind of hot-- so the two boys were kind of sweaty when they both got into the car. They drove about three miles into The Tivoli Motel. There, Ronnie parked the car and the two boys followed him into hotel room 13. Once inside the hotel room, Jeff said, "I'm kind of sweaty-- are you sweaty Anthony?" I nodded. "Can we take a shower before we go swimming?" Jeff asked. "Sure," the man said. Looking quite excited and nervous. He showed us into the bathroom and turned on the shower water for us, and got it warm. Jeff started stripping all of his clothes off while Ronnie was still standing there. Anthony followed Jeff's lead. Ronnie said, "Oh, you want your privacy?" "Oh no," Anthony said, as he pulled his underwear off showing off a nice boy-erection. Ronnie's eyes got to about the size of silver dollars. Jeff then shucked his under pants, and both boys were totally nude with boners in front of Ronnie who looked like a manikin incapable of animation except some small movement of his head and eyeballs. "Let's take a shower," Jeff said. "Yea mister," Anthony said, "You too." "Oh um, okay!!" Ronnie said. Excitedly he took off his clothes, hesitating at his boxer shorts, looking at the two boys as though to make sure it was okay for a grown up to get naked in front of them. Once Ronnie got naked, Jeff got inside the shower, and then Anthony, and then Ronnie whose dick was looking more and more boned as we all got into the shower. Here I was, I couldn't believe it. Yesterday I was a forty year old man who loved boys but who could never touch them. The next day I'm eight years old and in the shower with a cute as hell ten year old boy and a thirty old man who wasn't bad looking himself. Inside the shower, Jeff said, "Hey Ronnie-- you wana see what we like to do when we're by ourselves?" "Sure, " Ronnie said from behind me. "It's kind of naughty," I said. "Even better," Ronnie said, "boys don't be shy around me, I'm you're friend remember?" Then Jeff gave me kind of a wink and stuck his finger in his mouth. I took my queue instantly. I got down on my knees and started sucking ten year old boy dick. Twenty five years I wanted to do this-- I couldn't believe I was actually sucking a young boy's dick. I could feel the heat of Ronnie's gaze behind me, don't ask me how I knew-- it was something my brain did. I sucked and sucked and eventually got Jeff to a dry orgasm. While I was sucking on Jeff's hot four inch prick, I could feel Ronnie feeling up my ass-- this guy was a bold one. I tried to imagine myself his age having the courage to invite two young boys to his hotel room and then get in the shower with them and start feeling one of them up. I spread my butt cheeks so that Ronnie could see my hole and encourage him even more. While I was trying to bring Jeff to a second dry orgasm, I could feel Ronnie behind me touching my ass-hole with a soaped up finger. The next thing I know, he's inserting his finger into my ass. I moaned with delight to encourage the man as I continued to suck Jeff off. Suddenly Jeff said, "You wana see something really naughty," to Ronnie while Ronnie still had his index finger buried deep within my rectum. Ronnie says, "Of course show me." Jeff then motioned for me to fuck him. Jeff bent over and I approached his ass like the quarterback of a NFL game towards the center. I lined up my dick and inserted it into Jeff. I couldn't believe how smoothly, how cleanly, it entered without any resitance or pain to Jeff-- it was like gay sex was invented for little boys. I felt Jeff's tight sphincter as I fully penetrated his young bum. I saw my eight year old stiffie go in and out of his ass as I started to pump him slowly. Ronnie behind me was going crazy. I did glance back behind me to see him jacking his totally erect cock now which was about six and a half inches. I fucked Jeff for a few minutes when Ronnie suddenly suggested we get out of the shower and dry off and continue on the hotel bed-- I think the water was starting to get cold. Ronnie suggested that we towel off and that he would suck us both when we dried off and got on the bed. We all got out of the shower, and five minutes later Jeff and I were on our backs on the hotel bed, enjoying a nice suck job from Ronnie, who switched every few moments between us. I couldn't believe the gall of this guy. Here he had two little boys he was sucking off in his hotel room-- one ten, the other eight years old-- I never had that kind of gall when I was an adult. Jeff winked at me, and so I said to Ronnie, "Hey Mr. Ronnie, why don't you do to my butt what you were doing in the shower?" "Okay," he said. Next thing you know Ronnie got a jar of Vaseline and greased up a finger and another moment I was getting a finger job again, This went on for several minutes when I said, "You want to do to me what I did to Jeff in the shower?" "Really--- you would like me to?" "For sure," I said. Ronnie greased up his dick with Vaseline, and next thing I know he was pushing his dick head against my hole. Now as an adult I'd been fucked lots of times. I wasn't panicked. But when he pushed his cock head into my now eight year old ass-- what can I tell you, it hurt a little more than usual-- not a lot more-- but it hurt more than usual. But, two minutes later the pain had gone and Ronnie the thirty year old rec center child molester dude was pounding my eight year old ass hard. He was fucking me for about five minutes when he said he was about to cum. It was classic because just them, the front door to the hotel was busted open by the police, and I don't think Ronnie was even on the same planet. He continued to fuck me for another twenty seconds at least while the police watched him before he even I think first became aware of the situation. They handcuffed Ronnie, and then the police interviewed Jeff and I and next thing I know they were taking Ronnie away. "Don't worry," Jeff said to me, "He's just becoming a spook-- this is how they do it-- if any time later they try to give the shop shit-- they pull the film out of the archives." "You filmed it?" "Yea dude." "How'd you know what hotel room he was in?" "Dude-- the guy has been in this same room for a week-- we've been following him going to the rec center every day trying to pick up on kids. While he was gone we set up our cameras." "Wow!" I said. A few minutes later the cops told us a fed wanted to talk to us. When he approached I recognized him. He winked at me as he approached. It was Douglass Moore. Douglass told the locals that this was his jurisdiction now. And then he arranged to have me and Jeff taken back to his house. "Don't worry, tomorrow, the police will have no record of this arrest," he said to me with another wink. Douglass Moore personally dropped us off in his car at Jeff's house. "Good job kid," he said to me as I got out of the car. "Thanks," I said. And then I walked back in time down a very old path to a very old house, to see very young parents. End Part V Hope you enjoy-Please send comments to darronthewitch@yahoo.com (I enjoy them - If you're nice!) Thanks. DTW.