Date: Wed, 12 May 2004 16:09:25 -0700 (PDT) From: Jeff Spencer Subject: Writer's Block (M/b, mast) This is a completely fictional story of sex among an adult male and under aged boys. If you're not supposed to be reading, because you're too young, or it's illegal where you are, then don't read it. Please make a donation to the free board that posted this, too. This story, like all of my stories, is copyrighted, and wholly my property. Stories by Jeff Spencer can be found at www.nifty.org, at the "Prolific Internet Authors" page, under the name, Jeffspencer. Any use other than personal must be preceded by a grant of permission for use. If you enjoy this story, why not drop me a line at ecolio157h700@yahoo.com to let me know...... ========================================== "The theory behind my system is simple, Mr. Teal," the doctor said to me. "Give the patient cum criminal what he wants. Give it to him in excess. Eventually, he will stop wanting it." "Sort of the `Kid in the Candy Store Theory', huh, Doc? Give someone who's interested in the subject of man-boy love what he wants.....you mean sex with kids? Doesn't that cause some, uh, problems for you?" I said. "Well, precisely, yes. Of course, given the nature of your offense, we can't give you exactly what you want, but it will be real to you. Boys of all kinds, sex with them, access to all parts of their beautiful bodies......eventually, you'll tire of it. You'll desire women, and be like the rest of society," the doctor concluded. "Well doc, let's be clear here, I NEVER DID have anything to do with a real child - I only wrote fictional stories about situations that included contact between men and boys. My view is that men who otherwise MIGHT be attracted to a boy will read about those situations, written in a highly erotic style, masturbate and NEVER actually approach a boy," I said. "Under the new laws enacted in the last decade, it's only necessary for an individual to THINK about having sex with a boy, to be in violation of the law. That is why you were found guilty, and sentenced to our progressive treatment/correctional system," the doctor said, rather pedantically, I thought. "Well, you're the doc, doc, so have at it. I guess I don't have much say, so you're going to do what you're going to do, anyway," I said. "Quite," he replied. "The course is a regimen of a new generation of hallucinogens, combined with subliminal hypnotic suggestion, and electrode implant stimulation of certain centers of the brain. In other words, you'll believe yourself to be living your life normally, but you will be seeing, hearing, smelling, feeling and tasting what WE want you to experience. Your experiences will cause you to become satiated with these experiences, and desire change." With that he gave me an injection, and as I was already stripped down to skivvies and lying on an examination table, as I dropped into unconsciousness I was soon dead to the world. I have no idea what transpired from that point on, but I awoke in my bed in my room at the treatment center, the doctor standing over me. "Ah, you're awake! Good! I'm pleased to tell you that the treatment was completely successful. You will be released this afternoon to rejoin society. Congratulations!" I didn't FEEL any different, but who was I to look a gift horse in the mouth? If they wanted to let me go, I was all for the idea. It was a matter of only a short time, signing papers, and other such bureaucratic paraphernalia and I found myself on a Trailhound bus back to the city. Sitting about halfway back in the bus, I took a window seat; it had been a while since I got a look at the rolling countryside, and I wanted to enjoy it. The driver had said it was an 8 hour trip back to the city, so I settled in to relax and enjoy the view from the moderately full bus. The next stop after mine was about 15 minutes into my part of the trip, and a 12 year old boy got on. He came down the aisle and plopped himself with a sigh into the seat next to mine. He was about 5" 2" tall, with long, dirty blonde hair, blue eyes and a handsome face. "Hi, I'm Virgil," he said, offering his hand. "Call me Gilly." "Umm, hi Gilly, my name's Dan. Dan Teal," I replied, shaking his hand I return. I turned back to my view of the world outside, but he continued on. "I'm on my way to see my Aunt Flora," he said. "I've been living in a foster home for the last 2 years, and I just found out that I've actually got a relative. I'm kinda excited!" I remained noncommittal, but said, "Well that's nice Gilly. I'll bet it's nice to meet a relative you didn't know you had." "You bet," he said. "I didn't know I had ANY relatives. My father and mother were put on a work farm by the administration, and they died in some kind of an accident. And I never had any brothers or sisters." "Well, that's pretty sad, Gilly. I'm sorry for your loss." "Thanks, Dan," he said. "I'm looking forward to this trip for a couple of reasons," he added. "Oh," I replied. "Yeah, I've never been out on my own, so just the trip's kinda nice. And it wasn't very pleasant in my foster home." "Oh?" I said, not sure if I wanted to go there. "Yeah, my foster dad and mom thought that anything to do with sex is bad, they're real administration types, y'know?" I turned to look at him more closely. "How do you know I'm not someone from the administration," I said. "You could get in trouble for talking about sex." "Well, I know that the `treatment center' up the road is just another name for a sex jail. And I know that releasees from the treatment center pretty much have to take this bus to get back to the City. And I know that you're pretty pale, like you haven't been out in the sun much. So, I figured that you're a sex violator of some kind. Am I right?" I sighed. "You're pretty smart, Gilly. Yeah, I'm leaving the center for the City too, I've served my time," I said. "But how come you're so pale?" Gilly said. "Don't they ever let you guys out in the sun?" "Oh sure, the minimum confinement prisoners like rapists and violent criminals, sure. But I was one of the maximum confinees. You see, I thought, and wrote, about sex." "Huh, the administration doesn't like people who think, and write, huh?" Gilly asked. "Guess not, judging by me," I said. "Well, pleased to meetcha anyway," he said, offering his hand again. I took it, and we shook for a second time, but this time Gilly seemed reluctant to let go. "Can I ask what you thought, and wrote, about?" he asked. "Well, about gay sex a lot, and sometimes about love and sex between a man and boy. And to be truthful, sometimes about sex with a man and several boys at once." "Cool," he said, grinning. "Any famous stories?" "I doubt you've heard of it, but one of my sweetest stories was called `All Cats are Grey,' a fantasy story about, well, a regular man and a boy ghost making love." "That sounds pretty interesting. Was that your favorite story?" Gilly asked. "Yeah," I said. "But not a lot of people read it, because it was a fantasy gay story, and most erotica readers like regular gay stuff, not ghost stories. But it was certainly MY favorite." "What were your others like?" Gilly asked. "Well, I wrote too many to recount here, but probably the gay love story I liked best, was `Blue Eyed Accident.' That was also my first story, so it has a special place in my heart." "Did you ever get wild in your stories, you know, push the boundaries?" Gilly asked. "Oh yeah," I said. That would have been in `Boy Beach' and `Pleasure Island.' They really got into man-boy sex, and lots of it." He seemed to start at the last two titles I mentioned. "YOU wrote `Boy Beach'? You're `Jeff Spencer'?" Gilly said, his eyes nearly popping out of his head. "Yeah, why?" I asked. "God, I can't tell you the number of times I jerked off to the scenes you described in that story! That is the HOTTEST fuckin' story I've EVER read!" Now it was my turn to look at him in amazement. "You READ `Boy Beach?'" I said, my jaw dropping. "Yeah, why not?" Gilly said. "Well, for one thing, you're too young, and for another thing, I didn't think that existed anywhere. I figured the administration wiped it out. Where did you find it?" "Heck, that's simple," he said. "It's on the `Underground Internet,' the one that sprung up when the administration took over the regular one, and the UN decided to tax it." "There's an Underground Internet?" I asked. "You've been in, uh, `Treatment Center' too long," he said. "It was only a matter of time before people would get themselves free of the thumb of repression. Hence, the `Underground Internet.'" "I'll be damned," I said. "So, can I ask you a question?" Gilly said. "Uh, okay," I replied. "Did you ever actually HAVE sex with a boy?" Gilly didn't seem at all embarrassed to be asking this question. "Well, no, Gilly, I didn't. It all came from my imagination," I said. "Some fuckin' fertile imagination you got, Dan" he said. "Yeah, I s'pose," I replied. We both quieted down then, and I returned to my view of the outside world, now lit by the stars and moon, since night had fallen. The interior of the bus was in darkness, with here and there a light over a traveller reading, but most passengers sound asleep. After a little while, I felt Gilly nudge me. "Look here," he said. I turned to see Gilly with the zipper on his jeans pulled down, and his 4 or 5" cock sticking out between the wicked brass teeth, erect and throbbing. "Geez, Gilly, what the hell are you doing?" I hissed. "I like you, Dan . And I wanted you to touch me, cause it would feel nice for a man to touch my cock, and it'd feel REAL nice for you to get to touch a boy's dick. You said you never did it." Gilly said. "Cripes, I never even looked at a boy's dick, Gilly! And you want me to touch it? They'll slam me back in prison before you can say `jizz.' Heck, the only thing WORSE than that I could do, would be to write about it!" "Shut up and touch my prick, Dan, or I'm gonna yell that you did it," Gilly threatened. "Crap!" I said to myself, under my breath. Fucked if I do or don't." "I won't say anything if you DO touch me," Gilly promised. "I just really want a good looking guy like you to make ME feel good. I don't mind if it makes YOU feel good, too. Besides, you're my hero! I really meant what I said about that story. It was super hot!" Seeing no way out of my quandary, I slowly, with shaking fingers, reached my hand over to Gilly's lap. He grabbed my hand, and plopped it down smack onto the hot knob of his dick. It felt like touching my own, but smaller, and kind of odd since I was used to having feeling in my hand AND my dick, whenever I did touch dick (since it was always my own). "Yeah," Gilly sighed quietly. "I knew it would feel good," he said. "You never did it before?" I said. "Nope, just jacked off, pretending a man had ahold of my cock. Your hand is so strong and firm on me. Here," he said, slumping down in the seat, then pushing his groin forward so that another inch or so of his boy dick was exposed. I certainly knew what I was expected to do, so I slid my fingers loosely up and down his small shaft, lightly stroking his cock, frankly, loving the feel of his hot velvet under my fingers. "Hold me tighter, Dan," Gilly grunted. "I want to feel your fist on me, squeezing the cum back into my balls." Meanwhile, Gilly's hand was in my lap, stroking the outside of my jeans where they tented out - my cock was fully extended and uncomfortable. His touch felt nice, very nice, and his sotto voce commentary didn't hurt, either. "Fuck, Dan, your cock is so hard, and big, I'd love to suck it into my mouth and deep into my throat. I want to feel you choke me with your massive meat, and shoot your hot cum and fill my little boy mouth until it oozes out between my soft, full lips. I want to feel you pounding my pud with your big strong hand until it feels like you're gonna rip it off and stick it up my ass! God, I want to feel something big and hard up inside my tiny, tight ass hole. Do you want to fuck my hot little boi cunt, Dan? As much as I want you to fuck it?" Gilly's stream-of-consciousness babbling was good enough for me, as I shot a full load into my pants, wetting my tighty whities, the crotch of my jeans, and my pubic hair and cock with a blast of gooey cum that I might never get out. Meanwhile, Gilly continued, as he started rotating his round hips in time with my stroking of his hard cock. "Fuck, Dan, I want to squat down on the floor of this bus, with my naked ass high up in the air, until you lick my tight, hot hole with your long tongue, fucking my virgin boi cunt with your mouth, and licking up all my sweet boi flavor, then making sure I'm nice and wet and dripping, until you ram your hot, hard cock deep, deep inside me, filling my hot ass with your delicious man meat, fucking, fucking, fucking-" as he hit his third repetition of that fabulously dirty word, his little dick squirted of 4 or 5 thick loads of sticky fluid, clearly he'd been cumming for a long time previous to meeting me. My fingers were covered with his bleach-smelling jizz, and the smell filled the air. "Lick your fingers, Dan," Gilly whispered urgently. "Stick `em in your mouth!" I didn't need much convincing, and did so, licking the long strands of boy cum into my mouth. After I had licked off the 9th or 10th drooling string of white fluid off my hand, Gilly grasped my head with his hands, and pulled my face to his, our lips meeting. I had never kissed a boy on the mouth before that, and I will never kiss anyone BUT a boy on the mouth afterward! It was the most exciting experience of my life to feel a boy's hot breath going into my mouth, to enter my lungs, his offering of love to me. Gilly's lips were warm, and moist and tenderly soft against mine. I was acutely aware of his residual breath through his nose, hotly streaming across my cheeks, a perfume faintly intoxicating and dreamy, both. Somewhere in some other world, I could feel Gilly's hands curling through my hair, his fingers desperately taking in the texture and warmth of my head. How I knew this, I don't know, but I am as certain that he was memorizing me as I am that I was memorizing him. I wanted to take in every sense of Gilly that I had, deep inside me, and so, perhaps, never let him go. The world away from our two lightly conjoined bodies ceased to exist; Gilly WAS my world, and he filled it perfectly. We floated together like that for centuries, but too soon, broke apart from our first kiss. Just as we both brought our eyes into focus on each other's face, lovers' smiles breaking out involuntarily, a reflex now, suddenly the lights on the bus flashed on and off, the bus driver announcing, "Sorry folks, it looks like we've got some mechanical difficulty. We'll be making an unscheduled stop!" =========================================== Hmm, hot stuff goin' on there! Part 2 will be up tomorrow, please let me know what you think at ecolio157h700@yahoo.com. Thanks! Oh, and you CAN find the stories mentioned above at nifty........