Date: Thu, 1 Feb 2018 22:16:55 -0800 From: Paul Wilcox Subject: Back to the Future Chapter 2 (Revised) Back to the Future series This is part of a BTTF Timeline. Having started with Chapter 3 & 4 I have now written Chapter 2. Feedback is appreciated. The stories will be gay male and generally adult/youth, youth/youth and incest featuring teen and preteen boys. Marty McFly is 17 in the movies but I am writing him as 15 years old basing his looks on Michael J. Fox's boyish appearance in earlier roles. Other characters' ages may be changed together with any physical attributes to suit my vision of events. This installment also features Otis Peabody aged 45 (Will Hare), Sherman Peabody aged 11 (Jason Marin), George McFly (here aged 15) as played by Crispin Glover and Milton Baines (13) as portrayed by Jason Hervey. Elements, dialogue and scenes from the movies are recreated to set the scene but these remain copyright of the BTTF producers and writers - the additional events are my own invention and do not reflect any actor's sexuality. Please consider a donation to Nifty.org to help keep these archives alive: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This is fiction - time travel notwithstanding... Back to The Future Chapter Two Marty arrives in 1955 and meets his Father. The copy of "Tales from Space" laid unopened on a bale of hay in the barn. A shotgun stood nearby. A boy of 11 years old was laid over another bale. He was a blond headed fair skinned boy lying lengthways on the bale with his arms grabbing the sides, his head with a mop of straight hair hung down over the edge. The boy's denim dungarees were pulled down to his ankles with his blue checkered shirt pulled up on his back. The preteen's smooth pink buttocks were exposed to the night air. A man in his forties moved in, knelt down and spread the boy's thighs apart a little and pushed his bearded face down in to the crack between the lad's butt cheeks. He pulled apart the smooth cheeks and pushed his tongue into the boy's hole, forcing it in then swirling it around tasting faint preteen sweat. He'd pull it out and lapped from the back of the boy's recently dropped balls up along the crease, teasing the butthole up to the base of the boy's spine. This was Otis Peabody, the 45 year old owner of a farm just a few miles away from Hill Valley. He was a heavy built man with a tidy beard and a very gruff look. He was in his nightwear with a heavy looking dressing gown. Across the bale was his 11 year old son Sherman and this was their regular ritual as they lied to wife/mother and daughter/sister that they were locking up the barn for the night. Otis pushed up Sherman's shirt further up and gently rubbed his smooth back with both hands as he lapped at his son's hole and ballsac. He sucked on his thumb soaking it in saliva and found the entrance to Sherman's hairless butthole pushing it in and twisting it around. Sherman gripped his father's thumb with his arse muscles and tightened his grasp on the hay bale with his hands. Pa Peabody leant back, allowing Sherman to spin over - thumb intact - on to his back. Otis moved in slightly so that his son's legs, still held together by the blue dungarees around his ankles lifted over his head and rested on his broad shoulders. Sherman's shirt was pushed up above his pert pink nipples enhancing a skinny chest and flat hairless belly. The boy's ribcage was visibly defined under the soft skin. His 3 1/2 inches of boy dick stood erect against his hairless pubic bone and tight bald ballsac. With thumb still twisting inside his preteen son, Pa Peabody leant forward and gripped the boy's foreskin gently with his teeth. With expertise and a little help from his tongue the father coaxed the foreskin down exposing the head to his warm mouth. With little visible external movement he used his teeth, tongue and sucking techniques to massage his son's dick orally, soaking it as his manly saliva flowed out over Sherman's balls and over his own hand. Sherman held on to his father's hair, gripping tight as the man's beard brushed, teased and tickled his groin and balls. His young 11 year old face reddened as he felt the tingling of his boy orgasms. Otis plopped out his thumb and stood up in front of Sherman. Sherman in turn sat up. Pa Peabody pulled aside his dressing gown and flopped out his cock through the piss flap of his pyjamas. His dick was rock hard, the foreskin partially exposing his glistening cock head. Sherman's Pa's dick was close to 8 inches and pretty fat , a little ugly to be honest but also strangely appealing. Sherman reached forward and pulled out his Pa's balls from inside his pyjamas. He fondled the hairy ballsac with one hand as he gripped the base of the man's shaft with the other. Sherman could feel the veins along the shaft pulse and he moved his head forward. The 11 year old preteen boy had a lot of experience with his dad and managed to take all 8 inches into his mouth and down his throat. He had to re-adjust his throat muscles as he took the shaft in for the first time but his oral masturbation of his father continued slowly but comfortably after that. Otis's cock head hit the back of Sherman's throat and even slightly slid down further. Sherman's lips touched the pubic hair on his Pa's groin. After a few bobs of his head, Sherman stopped the oral action on this piece of man meat and his father took over thrusting. He wasn't rough but pushed slowly yet forcefully feeling his foreskin pull over then back off his cock head. The combination of boy saliva and precum made his cock engorge almost uncomfortably. He pulled out of Sherman's mouth and strings of his son's saliva remained attached to his cock and his boy's lips. Otis Peabody pushed his gorgeous 11 year old son back on to his back, pulled apart his arse cheeks and guided his boy saliva lubed cock head to the lad's hole. The elder man pushed in. This wasnt the first time Sherman had received his Pa's cock as although tight, Sherman didn't feel any pain as the man meat slid in comfortably. His Pa pushed forward and the 8 inches disappeared inside the boy. Sherman's face and chest reddened further as his felt his father massage his prostate with his dick. Sherman clenched his buttocks, gripping tighter on the invasive prick as he held tightly to both sides of the hay bale. Otis thrust faster and as deep as he could. Sherman rocked in time as his father's balls slapped against his hairless bubble butt. Otis in turn masturbated his young son with a thumb and single finger wanking the thin foreskin over the pink boy head. Sherman rocked his hips faster and began to writhe as his orgasm hit. He wasnt yet old enough to produce cum but the orgasm he experienced made up for all that. He clenched tightly as he dry-cummed which triggered his father's own. Otis gave one almighty thrust against Sherman's tightened butt muscles and shot hot cum into his son's belly. Both he and Sherman could feel the juice pulse up along his dick shaft and out into Sherman. Stream after stream followed before Pa Peabody finally collapsed on his son's naked belly amd chest. There was an almighty crash as something smashed through the barn doors. Sherman and Otis remained coupled as the delorean came to rest amongst the hay. Otis's wife and daughter, hearing the commotion stood at the hole in the barn. Ma Peabody stood shocked by the crashed car not even registering what husband and son were doing. "Pa. What is it? What is it, Pa? She asked. "Looks like a airplane, without wings." Sherman corrected them "That ain't no airplane, look." and he reached over and picked up the copy of "Tales from Space" Marty clmbed out of the car wearing a bright yellow radiation suit with the hood covering his face "Listen, woh. Hello, uh excuse me. Sorry about your barn." Sherman panicked "It's already mutated into human form, shoot it." Pa Peabody finally stood and ropes of cum dropped from his semi hard cock. Marty and the female Peabody's stood surprised suddenly noticing the half naked man and boy in front of them, Pa with his cum lubed cock and young Sherman with a pool of his father's thick white cum running down his inside legs. Marty fell back in the car and shit the door as Pa grabbed his gun which was lying next to the magazine and aimed it after the fleeing car letting off a couple of shots. "Take that you mutated son-of-a-bitch. My pine, why you. You space bastard, you killed a pine." The delorean disappeared in to the night leaving the family to discuss the events of the evening. It may not go well. Marty drove until daylight then skidded to a halt by a sign and two entrance pillars to Twin Pines. Nothing else was there. The dial on the time indicator said it was November the 5th 1955 but also there was no fuel or plutonium to get him back home. He needed to find the 1955 Doc Brown. Hey pushed the delorean behind the sign. It was out of fuel, would look conspicious in this time period and at 15 years old, Marty was too young to be seen driving. Marty got out of the radiation suit and put his orange body warmer back over his denims and walked in to Hill Valley. Everything had a familiar look to it but was also very strange as 1955 lives were going on. He walked past a diner and recognised a face inside. It was the unmistakable frame of George McFly, his father. The boy in the cafe however looked Marty's age, around 15 years old but he had that unmistakable greasy looking floppy hair, black now, not grey like how Marty knew his dad. Marty walked in and sat beside his father and noticed how attractive he found this gangly, geeky looking boy. He tried to hide the shock on his face but not very successfully. The boy became uncomfortable as this other teen stared at him. A larger teen came in with some friends and headed over to George. "Hey McFly, what do you think you're doing." Marty recognised a younger, and fitter looking "Biff." "Hey I'm talking to you, McFly, you Irish bug." George stuttered "Oh hey, Biff, hey, guys, how are you doing?" "Yeah, you got my homework finished, McFly?" "Uh, well, actually, I figured since it wasn't due till Monday- " Biff knocked on the younger boy's head with his fist "Hello, hello, anybody home? Think, McFly, think. I gotta have time to recopy it. Do your realize what would happen if I hand in my homework in your handwriting? I'd get kicked out of school. You wouldn't want that to happen would you, would you?" "Now, of course not, Biff, now, I wouldn't want that to happen." Biff saw Marty staring at him "What are you looking at, butt-head?" His skinhead friend said "Hey Biff, check out this guy's life preserver, dork thinks he's gonna drown." Biff spoke to George again "Yeah, well, how about my homework, McFly?" "Uh, well, okay Biff, uh, I'll finish that on up tonight and I'll bring it over first thing tomorrow morning." "Hey not too early I sleep in Sunday's, hey McFly, you're shoe's untied, don't be so gullible, I don't wanna see you in here again." Biff and his pals left. Marty asked "You're George McFly." "Yeah, who are you?" Marty got briefly distracted and when he turned back George had left. Marty ran out looking for him and saw his teenage father peddle off on his bike. Marty called out "Hey Dad.." then corrected himself "George. Hey, you on the bike..." Marty ran after him. It was a short time later when Marty caught up. The bike was stood against a big tree in the street. Marty looked around but couldn't see anyone. He heard a noise above him and looked up. George McFly was lying flat on his stomach tightly holding on to a thick branch of the tree where the bike rested. One hand and arm was holding on to the branch, his knees adding further grip. The other hand was struggling to hold a pair of binoculars to George's eyes. Marty could see that the boy was attempting to look in to a bedroom window. Marty could make out a figure in the window undressing. It was a girl and she was adjusting her bra. Marty couldn't see any lower from the street and he couldn't tell at this distance that it was Lorraine Baines - his future mother - in the window. George wasn't watching Lorraine though. George was looking at another window. Marty didnt know this but George was staring into the Bedroom of Milton Baines, Lorraine's 13 year old brother. Milton was a ginger/blond haired boy. He wasn't skinny but not fat either. He looked like he liked sports or a little bullying. He was also naked. Milton liked to be an exhibitionist so often wandered around naked. Mainly in his room but sometimes out in the park. He liked to stalk in daylight best but it was usually safer at night. Sometimes he'd get spotted by a guy in the park who more often than not ended up on his knees suckin on his teenage dick. Milton also knew he was being watched. The boy stood as far back in his room as he could so that he was visible fully through the window. He was already erect with just a light fuzz of ginger pubic hair on his groin. He gripped his 4 inches of cock in the palm of his right hand and wanked at it vigorously in short bursts massaging his freckle covered chest with the other. Marty was watching George grind his groin continously into the tree branch. The bulge of the teen's erection was clearly visible through his light tan trousers. As George thrust his 15 year old cock along the branch a small patch of precum seeped out making a wet stain on front. Marty was surprised and a little aroused watching this boy humping in his trousers and muttered to himself "He's a peeping tom." Marty couldn't see that George was watching a nude boy wanking in his bedroom. He assumed his father was watching the girl. Questions would be asked if he didn't think George was straight, eventually meet his mother and have him. Milton half smiled/half smirked as he watched the geeky boy in the tree hump the branch. He masturbated a little slower, still using the full palm of his hand, but was now tugging down on his ballsac to add extra pleasure. George couldnt resist any longer. Thinking that he was totally hidden in the tree and still holding on to the binoculars in one hand, he let go of the branch, unzipped his trousers and pulled out his penis. Immediately a light dribble of precum ran through his fingers on to the branch. Marty could see George's fresh looking teen cock. It looked around 7 inches and circumcised. The head of it was glistening as the daylight shone off precum. George cupped his hand then slowly humped it being carefully not to scratch his dick on the tree bark. Marty was filling up himself but certainly wasn't brave enough to join in. Milton watched and wanked his boy dick as he could just about see George humping his hand. Milton tugged down his ballsac as far as he could stretch it with his left hand and after a couple more trusts on the boy shaft he let go of his right. His 4 inches bobbed up two or three times before a brief pause. Then a jet of watery cum shot forward at some distance downwards out of sight of the voyeur. Two more jets followed before he returned his hand to milk out the rest. George tried unsuccessfully to stifle a moan as he shot out into his hand. His cum was thicker and milkier squirting over his hand onto the tree branch. A couple of drips fell down and landed on Marty's cheek. Surprised, Marty wiped the drops away with his finger and automatically cleaned it with his tongue tasting George's cum as it wet the roof of his mouth. George's teen orgasm subsided then he realised what he was doing. He felt a little guilty watching the boy but also embarrassed that he was up in a tree, in daylight, where anyone could see him... with his cum covered cock hanging out. He managed to awkwardly push it back in making a big cum stained patch on his trousers. In doing so George lost his grip. George McFly fell from the tree to the centre of the street and landed on his side. He couldn't see the car heading towards him but Marty did. Marty ran in to the road amd pushed George to the kerbside. He was now standing in the path of the vehicle. Marty was hit and knocked down hitting his head on the road and falling unconscious. George panicked, grabbed his bike and rode off. The man in the car got out and headed over to Marty. The man was Sam Baines, Marty's future grandfather. He called out "Stella, another one of these damn kids jumped in front of my car" Milton had moved to the window, still naked, still erect and watched the young teen on the ground. He half smiled/half smirked.