Date: Wed, 12 Apr 2006 20:57:02 -0700
From: aberration@hush.com
Subject: Finally_Part 01_Chapters 1, 2 and 3

Finally!
By: Aberration

All the usual disclaimers apply. This is a story involving consensual sex
between the principal characters, which includes a grown man and a
pre-pubescent boy. If this type of story offends you, or is not to your
liking, then leave now. This is not true. It is merely a figment of the
author's imagination. The author does not condone unsafe sex, and does not
in any way, shape or form encourage sex with underage people.

Comments are welcome at aberration@hush.com


"All glory is fleeting"

Chapter One -- Reward

The hoped, prayed and anticipated telephone call had come at 10:04 am this
morning and Arthur had been nothing but a bag of nerves ever since. Marie
Jackson had been nearly frantic, barely able to convey that her aging
father had suffered a major heart attack, which demanded her almost
immediate departure.

After slightly recovering her composure, along with patient condolences by
Arthur, she finally managed to request his assistance, unknowingly
fulfilling the man's most fond wish and depositing her young eleven year
old son directly into the middle of a spider's parlor.

The clock finally ticked upon the agreed hour and much to the frazzled
man's relief, the knock upon his apartment door came only seconds
later. Amongst the whirl of instructions, a list of names and phone
numbers, temporary guardianship papers, Arthur managed to ogle young Justin
a tad. The boy was no where near as frantic, even slightly embarrassed by
his mother's actions, but clad perfectly for the hot July afternoon and the
man's lust filled eye took in the sight of a beautiful young boy. A loosely
hanging tank top, a quite revealing and tight pair of khaki shorts and sock
less sandals.

After many assurances and again heartfelt condolences, Arthur finally found
himself standing alone with his young obsession and fantasy. Of course,
there had been sparse times, more so in the nearly two months the lad had
been out of school, when they had been unsupervised, but now it was with
guaranteed security.

The man had made the most of those moments, easing into a comfortable,
trusting bond and had carefully tested the waters with well timed touches,
caresses and hugs, all of which the starved for a male role model,
youngster hadn't retreated or even slightly shied away from. Quite the
opposite, the lad had even begun to initiate physical contact and within
the next four to six hours, Arthur thought he would be able to confirm his
careful, calculated entry into the young boy's life would bare ripened
fruit or die completely upon the vine.

"Well Justin," he smiled at the confused and seemingly frightened youth,
the reality of being away from his mother for the first time beginning to
set in, "I guess we're going to be roommates for a little while, are you
going to be okay with that?"

"Oh, heck yeah!" the boy brightened and assumed his male machismo role,
smiling back, "It was me you know, that talked Mom into asking you. She
wanted to call my Aunt and get her to come stay with me, but I don't like
her much, `cuz she don't know nuthin' about boys!"

Arthur beamed at learning this little tidbit, another little notch etched
toward success, "I'm honored you'd rather stay with me," slipping his arm
around the boy's slim shoulders, "and even though it's under these dreadful
circumstances, I bet we're still going to have a great time. Why don't you
head into the living room and see what's waiting for you!"

"What is it?" the boy excitedly yelped, but didn't wait for a response,
scampering into the other room. He spied the brand new Playstation II and
all the games his father had destroyed in one of his fits of rage and
squealed with unbridled delight.

"Oh man," the boy exhaled, turning to the man standing behind him, "this is
SO awesome! Thank you Uncle Art!" and threw himself into the man's arms
with an exuberant and emotional hug.

"Your more then welcome, my beautiful young man!" Arthur choked back, tears
forming in his eyes as he collected his emotional reward.

Chapter Two -- Beauty Unveiled

The thirty-eight year old boy lover observed his young charge in silent
pleasure, basking in the emotional warmth of the youngsters' unbridled show
of affection. He relished every twist, turn and gyration the sleek, wiry
boy made as he played his favorite game on the brand new console purchased
just for his visit. He watched with an ever increasing excitement, for on
several occasions, usually during a crucial game move, the smooth, sleek
legs of the boy would part widely. The calves nearly gleamed in the light,
a faint dusting of blonde, nearly transparent hairs that coated his thighs
and reflected in the afternoon sunshine. Then his eyes would follow the
silky path all the way up to where the pant leg of his shorts would for
just the briefest of moment's part and a small, pure white section of tight
white cotton underpants would be revealed.

The same down coated his forearms and Arthur broke into a light sweat as
his mind contemplated the possibility that a few sprouts of that delicate
coating maybe present around the base of the eleven year olds penis. His
own penis jerked and began to erect as he pondered what it actually looked
like, how big it might be. A normal two inches flaccid, perhaps expanding
to as much as four when tactically stimulated? Were his testicles little
Robin's egg sized, encased in velvet smooth pouch, or had they begun their
descent and grown more akin to the size of a large fig?

`Oh my', thought the excited man, would they, could they, maybe already be
producing the clear, viscous immature version of semen that just prior to
puberty many young boys could ejaculate?

Just one question of many that he hoped Justin's visit would, with the
proper timing and approach, get answered.

The game bleeped and blooped and Justin groaned, identifying his failure to
successfully negotiate the current level of competition. Arthur's cock
pulsed and released a small dose of precum as he observed the boys right
hand that had been manipulating the controller, drop to front of his khaki
shorts. The thumb and forefinger pinched and tweaked at the zippered
entrance, signaling the need to urinate that Arthur had observed many a lad
perform out in public, when their attention had been diverted too long from
the necessity that consuming liquids produced in the human body.

"Where's the bathroom?" young Justin asked with a polite smile, "I gotta
pee somethin' awful!"

"Just down the hallway, on the right, kiddo!" the man smiled back, eyes
dropping quickly back down.

"Thanks!" the boy grinned, seeing the man eye his fingers gripping off his
urgency, then leapt up, allowing the controller to bang down to the carpet,
and sped off to relieve himself.

Arthur waited anxiously, waiting for the first step to occur, for he'd
purposely left some mild nudist magazines out in plain view, hoping to
initiate the natural curiosity of the young boy, fairly secure in the fact
that he'd probably never seen such things before.

"Oh no!" came a harried cry followed by a muffled curse and then, "Uncle
Art, help, oh shit, HURRY!"

Heart leaping into his throat, he raced into the bathroom to find Justin
tugging desperately at the pull tab on the zipper of his shorts.

"It's stuck!" the boy pleaded, eyes watering with tears, "help me get it
down!"

No longer thinking an erotic thought, Arthur quickly knelt before the boy
and gripped the waistband above and the tab below, in his fingers and
yanked urgently, causing Justin to stagger and fall into him. He got the
thing down and gripped the lad by his hips, turning him quickly to face the
commode and without asking, tore both shorts and tight white underpants
down to the boy's feet and reached with his fingers to grip the hard little
three inch shaft just behind the circumcised crown and point downward just
in time as the first drops dribbled out, followed by an ever increasing,
powerful flow that splashed into the bowls water with a loud, familiar
sound.

"Ahhh," Justin sighed and leaned his head back against Arthur's shoulder,
his bladder now releasing its full flow of lightly yellow liquid.

Arthur's own cock went ramrod stiff in his boxers as he peered over the
narrow shoulder at the beautiful pink penis he had possession of with his
thumb and forefinger. As the urgency decreased, the hardness dissipated and
he felt the wonderful softness of the small preadolescent penis return, the
flow slowing to a dribble then cease. He tugged gently, urging another few
drops to plink into the now pale yellow water and unable to resist, slipped
his other arm around the boy, just under his ribs and pulled him into his
chest, thumb and finger now gently manipulating the soft, eleven year old
shaft as it tightened and quickly regained the taut, firm stiffness with
the quickness occurring only in preadolescence.

"Oh, Uncle Art," the boy sighed, "What are you doing, my wiener feels so
tingly!"

"Do you want me to stop?" the man hoarsely whispered into Justin's ear.

"Nnnnn, no," the boy groaned, "It feels so good!"

Arthur couldn't believe his good fortune, it hadn't even been two hours and
already he had achieved more than he could have ever hoped for. He held
beautiful, eleven year old Justin's hairless penis in his fingers and was
masturbating the lad to what was obviously going to be his first ever
orgasm.

"Oh, gosh, oh gosh, stop, I'm gonna pee again, oh gosh, ughn, ughn, UNCLE
ART!" the boy groaned and jerked.

The pinky fingered sized shaft pulsed and vibrated in between his thumb and
finger and Arthur gripped just a little tighter, speeding up the short
little trips up and down the sleek, pink, three and half inch boner,
moaning softly into Justin's ear as his own orgasm burst forth and soaked
his boxers inside his slacks.

"Ahhhhhhh," Justin groaned, losing all control, feeling pleasure as never
before, everything revolving around his little hard dick, as Uncle Art kept
stroking the object he'd only thought was used for peeing.

"Ughhnnn" he gasped as the final pulse ended, collapsing into the chest of
the equally gasping man that held him firmly.

"Stop, ow, oh stop, pleaaase!' he pleaded and tugged at the wrist, pulling
the man's hand away from his now overly sensitive appendage that despite
ceasing to pulse, lost none of the steel hard stiffness as it smacked
against the softness of his lower belly.

Regaining a slight amount of his senses, Arthur turned the boy and hugged
him tight as he lowered them both to the carpeting, gasping as he felt to
full weight of small boy descend upon his chest. He said nothing, just held
him as both their breathing returned to normal and he felt Justin collapse
completely, drifting off in the afterglow of his first orgasm.

Chapter Three -- Guilt and Absolution

"Don't touch me!" the boy screamed.

"Com'on," the man grinned wickedly, "You know you like it, look at that
cute little dick of yours, still rock hard and raring to go! Now come here
and show me what you learned on this," he laughed, shaking his man sized
erection at the boy.

Frozen with fear, he felt the man take him around the waist with his left
arm, pulling his naked body closer. The right hand took his and guided it
toward the angry looking pole jutting up from the man's hairy groin.
Seemingly of their own accord, his fingers wrapped around the fat, hot
shaft and the man's fingers wrapped around them both and stroked up and
down slowly.

"Yeah," the man moaned, "That's it, keep going when I let go, or I'll have
to beat that cute little ass of yours," he threatened with a growl.

The boy had seen and felt what that threat implied and he did as
instructed, gripping and stroking with the long, slow strokes he'd been
shown. Up and down the huge shaft, becoming mesmerized by the hot, slick
piece of flesh held between his fingers that couldn't even close around the
fat circumference, watching as the first pearl of shiny clear liquid oozed
from between to blood red lips of the man's cock.

"Good boy," the man hissed, slipping his hand to back of the boy's neck and
forcing his face down toward his aching hard on. "Now lick, use that pretty
little tongue of yours and get me all slicked up so it won't hurt so much
when I slide it up your cute little ass again!"

Arthur Lewis jerked awake, panic nearly over taking him, until he felt the
soft warmness of Justin's still, seemingly comatose, body against his own.

He'd been reliving the awful times of his 13th year, and the mean sadistic
sessions he'd been trapped into, after having been caught by his 7th grade
Physical Education Teacher masturbating in the boy's locker room, while
sniffing the jock of the most admired 8th grader in school.

The most horrible of pedophiles, straight acting, dominating and cruel,
he'd first played upon the vulnerabilities of the confused, gay young boy,
manipulating him until he'd had no choice but comply.

Four months of horror, his virginity cruelly and violently taken by a much
too large cock, being used by the coaches most favored jocks, the
entertainment at countless parties in the man's own home. It seemed it
would never end, until the man couldn't resist and brutally took one of his
own jocks, damaging the straight fifteen year old so that it required
nearly twenty stitches to repair the boy's torn anus. Arthur was now
thirty-eight and his brutal attacker was still in jail.

He knew he must awaken Justin, explain and try to overcome the enormous
guilt that would build not only inside himself, but more importantly, the
young boy he'd just so bluntly molested. He then remembered the kind and
loving way the counselor at school had taken him under his wing. Oh he'd
wanted sex from young Arthur too, but it was entirely different by the time
it happened. Wonderful, consensual times that were some of the best
memories of sex he could recall. That's what he wanted from Justin, and
he'd probably totally aborted it, allowing his own greedy need to over take
that of an innocent, if compliant, little boy.

"Justin," he softly called, "Justin wake up."

"Mmm," the boy murmured. "Where am I? Oh, Uncle Art, what happened?"

"Oh Justin!" the man exclaimed with total distress, "I'm so sorry, I had no
right, please forgive me, I acted so...."

"Uncle Art!" the boy said forcefully, stopping the man in mid-sentence,
"Stop fretting, my zipper was never stuck, I just couldn't think of any
other way to let you see and touch me!"

"What?" the man gasped, totally taken aback, not sure if was still dreaming
or what.

The boy giggled delightfully, a huge shit eating grin plastered all over
his handsome young face, "I know you wanted to do that, almost from the
first time we met, I'm not some stupid little kid, you know!"

"Well, I guess not, but, but how?"

"Oh please!" the boy grinned again, "The way you look at me, always
touching me, petting me almost, then there was these..." the boy held up one
of the nudist magazines, one with almost exclusively kids in it, in fact
it's title was `Nudist Youth".

"But I never left those out before," the man exclaimed, the smiled with
comprehension, "Why you little sneak, you went through my stuff that
afternoon I ran to store for more soda, didn't you?"

"Yeah," Justin answered with another giggle, "I found the hard core stuff
too, you know the ones with the men and boys and boys with teens and
stuff. I've been jacking off to the one I took, that one called, `Daniel',
with the man and the boy that are a lot like you and me, that's when I knew
for sure what you wanted from me, but don't worry, I want it too, and it
was as good as I thought it would be, but now I wanna try all that other
stuff too."

"I don't know what to say," Arthur said, still totally taken aback by turn
of events.

"How about, `Can I please suck your cute little boy dick, Justin?'"

"Can I please suck that cute little boy dick, Justin?"

"Hee, hee, hee, I thought you'd never ask, but let's go to your bedroom,
that is where you want me isn't it, in your bed?" he asked coyly, batting
his eyelashes seductively.

"More then I've wanted anything you little shit!"

"Good, me too, now com'on!" he rose and grabbed my hand.

End of Part One