Date: Wed, 23 Jun 1999 14:01:39 PDT From: "Robert J.Cutter" Subject: "My Melancholy Dane - Chapter 2" (Man/Boy, Interracial, Incest) Disclaimer: The following contains detailed depictions of consensual sex between a man and a boy. The story is also interracial and incestuous in nature. It is a work of fiction and all characters are fictitious. If this aspect of sexuality or of the human experience offends you, please go elsewhere. Author's Note: Please take a minute to e-mail me any comments you have about this story. I appreciate anything that you, the reader, have to say; this is my only way of knowing what kind of job I'm doing and if my efforts are worthwhile and if I should continue with this tale. Please let me know at my e-mail address: cutter57@hotmail.com. I will answer all e-mails. Thanks. Robert J. Cutter MY MELANCHOLY DANE -------------------------- Copyright 1999 by Robert J. Cutter - All Rights Reserved The author retains all rights to this story. It is not permissible to distribute it to any newsgroups and/or other web sites without the express written consent and permission of the author. Chapter 2 - The Angel Descends ------------------------------ Simon was in the bathroom of our Atlanta hotel room taking a shower and I was trying to get myself collected. Both my emotions and physical body were reacting violently to the presence of this gorgeous young boy. Simon's presence was like a drug. I was high - I was incredibly high! I could not believe the incredible beauty of this child and the raw sexuality that issued from him - it was absolutely intoxicating! And overwhelming! Before he had gone in to shower he had posed for me and the ultimate effect was that I was devastated. I felt like I had been physically assaulted! I was reeling! I knew I had to call my sister and let her know that Simon had arrived safely. I lay down on one of the twin beds in the rook and using my new international calling card (courtesy of my thoughtful sister) I placed the call. I let her know that all was well, that Simon had arrived safe and sound and that he seemed happy. She was very relieved and seemed thrilled to hear that he was well and then asked me how I was doing. I told her that I was really looking forward to getting to know Simon better and she accepted that with a chuckle. I told her I'd call again when we arrived home in New Orleans. I heard the shower stop and I knew Simon would be coming back into the room any minute. What the hell was I going to do? This child had me completely under his spell. That's what it was! A spell! Logically I new it was love...love pure and simple. I was in love with my nephew and I absolutely knew that it was not something that would go away in a matter of hours...or days...or weeks...or even years. When he stepped out of the bathroom he was naked. His entire body seemed to glow. He shone. He thoroughly and positively shone. There was a radiance emanating from him that had me breathless in its all-encompassing splendor. I knew that I needed this boy in my life more than I have ever needed anyone or anything before. He was this godlike creature sent to torment me...and lure me...and satisfy me...and, hopefully, to love me. "How was the shower, Simon?" I finally managed to get out. He again assumed a beautiful and provocative pose. "It was fine, uncle. I had difficulty finding my voice. The whole way he presented his body - the graceful curve to his neck, the slim totally hairless torso, the incredibly smooth area and inviting skin above his genitals, his gorgeously proportioned genitals and his sleek unmuscled legs - reminded me what Gainsborough's "Blue Boy" would have looked like if he had been permitted to paint a nude. When I finally stopped staring, I asked "Do you want to eat now or what?" "Could you please order something from the room service because I do not want to leave the room at this time." "Sure, that would be fine. What do you want?" "A large medium-rare hamburger, frites and a Coke." "Frites? What are frites?" "You know, the potatoes that are deep fried in very hot oil. Have you forgotten, uncle?" "Oh, of course! Yes. Simon, here in America we call then French fries." Simon walked over to one of the beds. He stretched himself out putting his hands behind his head. Again I could not take my eyes off of him. I must've looked like a blithering idiot standing there with the phone in my hand staring at the resplendent Simon in repose. How do I describe the feeling? How do I let someone else know how absolutely and utterly appealing he looked? How do I put into words the ethereal splendor, the unworldly aura created by this incredible creature - this boy god? How can I communicate the feelings pervading my body that the sight of this exquisite nine-year- old boy brought to me? From his golden blonde hair to his lovely boyish feet, everything about this boy screamed of the deathlessness of mankind. My senses were overloaded. It was an epiphany! The artist was struggling within me, trying desperately to imagine ways that I could make permanent this great and humbling gift. I knew I had to paint this beautiful creature - and sculpt him - and photograph him. I had to capture the very essence of Simon, to make everlasting the timeless quality of his beauty. I suddenly and irrevocably knew the path my life must follow. My future had been decided. With a start I realized that the phone in my hand was making a godawful beeping sound. As I came out of my reverie I smiled and blew him a kiss; he gave me a wondrous smile in return. I called in our order. Room service is always so very expensive and I normally never order that way. However, my new found wealth (courtesy of my benevolent sister) let me indulge in this luxury for once. When the food came we sat opposite each other - Simon was still completely naked and I have to admit that I had a great problem eating with this incredible creature sitting opposite me. That enticing display of boyhood perfection caused an enormous lump in my throat and it was difficult swallowing. This was in addition to the lump in my shorts. We smiled at each other between bites of food. Simon seemed to thoroughly enjoy his first all-American hamburger. "So, what do you want to do now Simon? You're not quite dressed for going out, are you?" "If you do not mind it uncle, I think I would really like to go to bed. It has been a very long day for me." It wasn't that late and I didn't feel ready for bed. "Of course I don't mind. I think I'll just go down to the lobby and maybe walk around for a while." "That is fine with me," he replied with a small smile on his face. "But...but I would like it even better if you are to stay with me...in the bed. The two of us in the bed together. Would that be satisfactory with you, uncle?" This completely blew me away! Simon was asking me to sleep with him. What could I say? It was something that was on my mind ever since I first saw him at the airport. "I'd like that very much, Simon," I responded. "Thank you." I smiled a big smile and him; he returned it. "Are you going to get naked, uncle." "Do you want me to?" He nodded and smiled his response. I began to undress and Simon watched me very closely. He had seated himself on the bed. He looked at me like I was putting on a stage show for him. His eyes were opened wide and his mouth slightly opened. He had the faintest smile on his face; his hands were resting on the bed and he was leaning forward a little. I decided to really put on a show if that's what he wanted. I unbuttoned my flannel shirt - first the cuffs, then the front buttons. I did this slowly and with lots of motion. When I got halfway down the front, I pulled the tucked in shirt teasingly out of my jeans. I finished unbuttoning it and slowly took it off; I flung it onto a nearby chair. I was also wearing a tank top type undershirt and as I pulled this out of my shorts the smile on Simon's face grew bigger. He really seemed to be into my undressing act. I have a fairly hairless chest. It is very well defined with outstanding pecs, abs and lats. This was from all the manual labor I had been doing since childhood. The hair I have is a small trimmed patch between my pecs and a small trail leading from my navel to my crotch. I keep the rest of my hair very well trimmed - I trim my underarm hair and crotch hair to keep them short and I also shave my scrotum. Simon sat up and became very interested as I revealed more and more of myself. "You have a truly beautiful chest, uncle. It is so well developed and so smooth looking." "Thanks, Simon. I try to keep in good shape." "I have noticed that black men seem to have better of muscles than white men have. Have you noticed that too?" "I was not really aware of it, but I suppose it could be so." He blushed as I began to undo my belt and slipped it out of my jeans' loops. I tossed it with the other garments I had removed and then sat down on the bed. I took off my boots and woolen sweat socks. It struck me suddenly that this boy has had some experience with male/male relationships in the past. The way he took off his own clothes, the way he posed for me, the way he came out of the bathroom all naked and shiny - I felt it in my gut that he was experienced. I found myself smiling at him and asking, "How would you like to help me take off the rest on my clothes, Simon?" His eyes just got enormously wide and then he broke in to an immense smile when I said that. I knew...I was absolutely certain! His smile was electrifying - I felt tingles from my head to my toes and every region in between. He was a fabulous blonde furnace - he wrapped me completely in the warmth of his beauty! I sensed that my whole body was growing weak from that radiant smile and from the soul warming and pulse quickening energy emanating from this gorgeous creature. I lay down in the middle of the bed and slowly spread myself out. Simon just sat in the same position and looked at my body. Over and over he let his eyes traverse me. I was staring into those incredible blue eyes; they seemed to be laughing and dancing and drawing me deeper and deeper into them. He was still smiling. Then suddenly I notice an abrupt change in his eyes. They weren't laughing and dancing anymore - they'd become all soft and watery and so unbelievably sexy. I saw lust and desire and hunger growing in them - and what I could not believe was that this lust and desire and hunger were for me! I was strangely thrilled that Simon wanted and desired me. I had not engaged in any kind of boy sex in a very long time and never as an adult. The urges and emotions coursing through my body were enormous. I was wanting, I was so needful - and I was so incredibly hard! Simon leaned over and put both of his hands on my shoulders. He continued to look me directly in the eyes. He parted his lips very slightly and lowered his head slowly and purposefully. He planted those luscious lips on mine and I immediately knew that I had exclusively lost my heart to this wonderful boy. Actually, I had known this already; this was affirmation. He kissed me over and over again, each becoming more and more passionate - each becoming more and more sensual - each arousing me more and more. He did not try to put his tongue into my mouth and I refrained from putting mine in his. But the softness of his lips, the sweetness of his breath and the feel as his hair cascaded over my face made it one of the sexiest experiences I ever had. When he pulled his head back, he gave me another big, wondrous smile and gave my neck a few light kisses. He looked at me a bit shyly and moved his hand down to the bulge in my jeans, stroking me gently before he spoke again. "Uncle, it is true what they say about the size of the penis of a black man? Some of my friends say it is true and some say it is just a terrible racist remark." "Well, Simon, I guess you'll see for yourself in a minute or two, won't you? That is, if you want to." With that he smile graciously, leaned over again and kissed me hard on the lips. I just could not get over the incredible softness and sensuality of this kid's lips. This time, as he began to pull back, he stuck out his tongue slightly and licked it along the edge of my lips. The effect on me was like all the air had been instantaneously sucked out of my body. I gasped for a breath as I felt myself getting very lightheaded. It was like I was floating three feet above the bed - like I had become weightless and had no connection to matters earthbound. My eyes were closed and I felt my loving Simon slide off my body and position himself by my side. I knew when he reached for the snap on my jeans - it took a mighty tug from him to undo it. He moved his hand slowly up my chest, brushing ever so lightly across my nipples. He gradually moved his body up until his sumptuous full lips were poised over one of my nipples. I could feel the air from his breathing delicately playing onto that nipple; it was so wonderfully soothing and so intensely erotic. I could also feel Simon's wonderful boy cock pressing into my abdomen. When I realized that his exquisite example of a boy's penis was being squeezed into my flesh I let out an incredible moan and threw my arms around him and began hugging him mightily. I think Simon was caught by surprise at my action but he managed to crawl up and give me a wonderful open mouth kiss. We kissed passionately and lovingly and for a long time. I entirely adored the feel of this boy's truly exceptional body touching mine. When he freed himself from my grasp he moved down until his small warm tongue was slowly and soothingly licking my right nipple. It was the first time Simon had used his tongue on my body and I was transported - I was transfigured. I was absolutely enraptured. I had never felt anything like it. Like the kiss of an angel, like the breath of a god. Simon began to lick the whole area around my nipple; his tongue was so soft and felt so extraordinary as it slowly and gently flicked across my very erect nipples. He then moved to licking the skin on my chest - slowly and steadily. It all felt so marvelous. I was so incredibly hard; I could not believe what was happening to my body - all of my body. My cock was getting quite painful being trapped as it was in my jeans. "You have a very beautiful body, uncle. I am liking it so very, very much." I couldn't say anything - my brain was not functioning, at least in the speech department it wasn't functioning. In the libido department it was working in overdrive. Simon moved to take off my jeans and accomplished the removal with ultimate precision and care. His touch was so delicate and smooth; I could never remember being de- pantsed so beautifully. I was wearing silk boxer shorts that had been given to me by a former lover. They were soft and very flimsy and with a button-fly opening. My cock was straining against the material. Simon moved to remove them too. His soft, velvety hands were at my waist; they began to slide down under the elastic of the boxers; I became almost dizzy with the exquisite feel of those hands on my hot flesh. My eyes were shut tight and I saw his celestial face floating in front of me and his exquisite body taking form. I began to buck like crazy. "S-s-s-shhhh, uncle. Take it easy. Do not get quite so excited." "That's easy for you to say, Simon," I managed to emit is a low guttural voice. "I'm the one being tortured." "You think you are being tortured, uncle?" he whispered to me in an almost angelic voice. "You have no idea what exquisite torture I can inflict on men, my beautiful, dear uncle. Please, just try to relax and enjoy whatever I do to you. I think you will be loving every little thing." I believed him. What could this absolute angel possibly do to me that I didn't want done? He moved his hands down to the top of my shorts again and slowly began to roll them down over my hips - very, very slowly roll them down. I started bucking again but this time Simon just continued to lower those silk boxers, paying no attention to my actions. When the top of the shorts came to my straining cock, Simon stretched the elastic and rolled it gently over my member. He brushed it lightly with his hand and I felt like I was doing to die. That slightest whisper of a touch was enough to set me wailing and panting and again causing me difficulty in catching my breath. My cock was now fully exposed and paying its respects to my beautiful Simon. He leaned over and put his lips to my ear. "It is incredibly beautiful, uncle," he whispered. "It is wonderful. I am in love with your wonderful great big organ." I slowly opened my eye again and got an unobstructed and spectacular view of Simon's magnificent boy cock. It looked to be fully erect and about three inches long still covered with his foreskin; I had never seen anything so erotically stimulating and impressive. "You have a truly beautiful cock yourself, Simon." "Yes, but it is only a little boy cock, not like your big throbbing man cock." His comments about my cock made me even hotter that I was before - if that was at all possible. He kissed me on the lips again - just a feather light hint of a kiss. I could then feel his gloriously soft body beginning to move down my body and the silky feel of his skin on mine. I knew his face was getting closer and closer to my raging cock. It was almost like a battlefield - you knew the firefight would begin soon but not quite when. He returned to licking my nipples and again the feeling was heavenly. After tonguing them and the areas all around them he began to pinch at them lightly with his teeth. I cannot begin to describe how marvelous this felt, having his teeth playing over and over on my erect nubs. Over and over...they continued to gently nibble away on my nipples. "Uncle, you are getting very, very excited. I am thinking that you are getting too excited. I think I am going to work on your beautiful big cock now. Okay?" All I could do was grunt. At this point speech was beyond my abilities. Simon slowly moved down my chest trailing his tongue along the centerline until he was able to bury his nose in my pubic mound. I kept this mound relatively short and in a neat trim. I could feel Simon wiggling his nose into those hairs and taking long, deep breaths. "Uncle, you smell just wonderful. I love the smell of you in my nose." Again grunting was all I could do - all I was able to do. Simon's English was a little too formal for what we were engaged in - and what we were engaged in was making me completely demented. He continued to rub his nose into my pubic bush and I could feel his hot breath on my skin - breath, cool, breath, cool, breath. Now! Now! Now Simon was slowly pushing his hot tongue against my flesh. Simon's hot tongue was beginning to lick the skin through my bush - and - and - and - it was heavenly. Simon worked his tongue all through my pubic hairs until he finally was at the base of my erect and very straining - almost painful - cock. I had my eyes shut very tightly; the exquisite pain and strain coming from my groin was incredible. My gorgeous nephew was treating me better that I had even been taken care of before. This was utterly thrilling and knowing that it was coming from a stunning nine year old boy was even better - it was, quite incredibly, making me hotter that I had ever been in my life. Simon began to very slowly lick up the shaft; I'm sure he was following one of the heavy veins or arteries that I knew were bulging on my cock. Those blood channels were probably standing out in high relief caused by Simon's incredibly adept ministrations to my equipment. He carefully and delicately continued up the shaft until he got to the head. He licked around and around that head even though it was still semi- covered by my very thick foreskin. When he took his mouth off the head I heard him mutter something but didn't quite catch it all. He moved his hands to the head and slowly - oh god, so very slowly - peeled back the foreskin. He blew his warm breath on the head and I started twitching and rolling and moaning. I was totally out of control - I knew that this was the greatest servicing I have ever had - nothing even remotely came close. Simon was so careful and painstaking his attention to details. He was so loving and considerate of his partner that I could not believe he was only a boy - and nine years old at that! I felt Simon's tongue begin to brush over the head of my cock. Slowly, gently as if he were savoring the taste of an exquisitely prepared dish of food. The sensation was stupendous - lick...lick...lick - slowly, sensuously, serenely - lick...lick...lick - that small wet, hot tongue was working an incredible wizardry on me - lick...lick...lick... He next moved his small hand under my dangling scrotal sac. I always kept my sac shaved and it was always very sensitive. When Simon's hot hand touched my balls I began to shake furiously. Tremors were just running up and down my entire body. He tried to lift my balls in his hand; his hand was not large enough to accommodate both of them; they slipped out. "You have real incredible balls, uncle. They are so really large and manly and so wonderfully smooth and feel so great in my hand." I moaned my thanks to Simon - nothing intelligible was coming from my mouth by this time. He went back to trying to get them in his hand and he finally succeeded. He was moving them around and around and they slipped out of his hands again. He moved his mouth to the head of my furious penis once more. I know I produce copious amount of pre-seminal fluid and Simon was just lapping up every drop. He continued to work over and over the head of my cock; with every lap he made with his tongue on my incredibly sensitive cock head I felt that Simon was professing his love for me. It was a thrilling affirmation of his commitment to me - and of my undying love and commitment to him. I didn't know which was stronger at that moment - my sex drive or my fervent and extreme love for Simon - my nephew and my new found lover. My mind began blanking out all external stimuli. I no longer felt the bed or the sheet I was on; my hands apparently were grasping onto space, my body floating. The only sensation I could feel was that of Simon's tongue furiously licking and sucking the head of my cock and his hot little hand grasping at my balls. Simon began to take more and more of my cock - he was slowing taking it into his mouth and throat. He was going up and down and up and down - and with every stroke he took more and more and more of it into that sweet mouth of his. I suddenly opened my eyes and had difficulty seeing - everything looked very hazy and dark. Then I realized I had great difficulty hearing what was going on in the room - including my own moaning and screaming. It was as if all my senses were shutting down and all my stamina and all my brain functions were being concentrated on the sexual peak and sexual release that I knew would soon be coming. Simon continued to work his wonders on my cock - he eventually was even able to get it partly into his throat the feel of his throat muscles on the head of my cock was enormous. I felt the cum churning and churning...and churning in my balls...and I felt them getting tighter and tighter...and tighter...and tighter...in Simon's busy hand and I knew...I knew I would be shooting...shooting my biggest load ever...my biggest load ever...and now...now...now...it was...here...here...here. IT WAS HERE! . . . . . . And the rest was silence... . . . . ...and exquisite pain. The End of Chapter 2 (...to be continued)