Date: Tue, 24 Nov 1998 22:52:11 -0500 From: Jerry Subject: Arin part 2 The following story contains scenes of boys having sex with other boys and/or men, depending on what I decided on by the time I got around to writing it. ;) It is science fiction and fantasy, and as such contains things which simply don't happen in real life. If your imagination is not good, you won't enjoy it very much. As for the sex thing, if this stuff is against your personal moral codes, don't read it. If there's anything you don't understand, ask your parents or friends or whoever you think will. If you like the story, feel free to write me a letter at jerryli@systec.com. You're allowed to do anything you like with my story with the following exceptions: 1. You may not place it on a system which charges people to read it unless you request permission from me first. I have no problem giving you permission, but there will be a slight one-time fee. ;) 2. You may not post alterations to the story, or write sequels to it, without my permission. Happy reading! Chapter 6 We ran as fast as we could, Cedra and I, back towards our camp. I had to keep holding my pants up to keep from sagging, since we didn't have time to re-strap them. Behind us, racing just as fast as we were, were two freaks of nature. Each stood on two three-toed feet with fuzzy brown pubic hair growing all over them. Their under-skin was a greenish-yellow, and their ears came up into jagged points. They wore dark blue uniform shirts which seemed dirty and torn into tatters. But the thing that really got your attention was the nose - a long pig's snout, with an earring through the middle. All in all, not something you wanted to run into on the street. But when two of them are chasing you, one with a large wooden club and the other with a shiny short sword, you tend to have a really dim view of them. "RUUUUUUUN!!!!", I cried out, though I'm sure Cedra didn't need any prompting on my part to do so. My boots splattered in the dirt and dry grass as I ran insanely through a forest thick with trees. The Orcs were closing! Not for the first time, I cursed the small little boy legs that were totally unable to cover long distances quickly. They responded by catching the root of a large elm tree and sending me flying forward. I hit the ground hard, and a jagged stone cut my left knee. A trickle of blood began to stream from the wound, and I gritted my teeth in pain. Cedra moved ahead, unaware that I'd fallen. I could already hear the grunts of the onrushing monsters, rejoicing that one victim was already assured. "Well", I thought to myself, "I can at least keep them away from Cedra." I jumped up and turned away from Cedra, running to my left and calling out random words as I ran. I think they were insults, but I'm not sure. It didn't really matter what I was saying anyway, as long as the orcs heard me and followed. The stinging in my leg was unbearable. The rustling behind me came closer with every second. The darkness made the trees dificult to see and the noises of the animals in the forest seemed louder then they had been before. I risked a look back over my shoulder and saw that both of them were still chasing me. I wasn't sure whether that made me relieved for Cedra, or more terrified for myself. But they were less then three hundred feet away from me now. Soon they would have me. There was no way left to outrun them! Fortunately, however, I have other abilities. I saw a thicket of bushes and jumped behind them, out of sight of my pursuers. And then, despite the fear and the pain, I focused my mind and concentrated. I was remembering hours of study, of practice, of complete and total discipline. I was using a power that seperated me from the average, uneducated person. I was casting a spell. Chapter 7 It had been a long time since I had cast this particular spell. The last time I had used it was seven months ago, in a small village on the outskirts of Dueregain. There was a dark haired boy of unbelievable beauty, about two years younger then I was. I had only known him for a week, but he'd filled my fantasy life with fresh wonders. I had just begun to mastrubate, but until that week I had not associated the pleasures of my penis with desire for another person. Eric changed that easily, and when he excused himself to take a bath and left the door open, I was not going to resist the temptation to spy. I concentrated, and slowly my arm disappeared from view... then my nose in front of my face, and then my torso. As I chanted and concentrated, I rapidly came out of focus, until I stood invisible before my own eyes. My vision was slightly distorted, because my eyes were also covered by the spell's effects. But I could see clearly enough. I snuck into the washroom with all the stealth a thief could muster. But this time my goal was not a purse or a pouch or a shiny dagger. This time I was stealing a glance at shining boy perfection. I avoided every creak in the floor, every object in the room. Nothing was going to spoil my reward. My first glance came as I tilted my head around the corner. I could see him giggling in the bath water, bubbly with whatever soap he was using. His black hair looked even darker, drenched with the water that immersed his nude boy body. His back was to me, and at this point he probably wouldn't have noticed me even if I were visible. The skin on his back was shiny and glowing, and I'd have laid any amount of gold that even though there were small, parse hairs on his little boy back, the skin would still feel smooth to my touch. He stood up slightly and ran the small cloth he was using on his smooth boy buttocks. They were small and heart shaped, and instantly I felt the desire to caress each one in my hand, to feel the softness and sweetness of each bubbly boy cheek. Then he sat in the tub again, and they were gone from my sight once more. I was nowhere near satisfied here. I moved in closer, creeping around the tub to get my first view of his gleeful face as he splashed around in the water. He had the sweetest brown eyes, and I could have been lost in them all day, listening to the stories they told of youthful joy and happiness. But there was much, much more to see. I moved my eyes downward and stared at the beauty of his chest. His nipples had those small little tips out of them, which was rare in a boy his age. He also had the most adorable chest dent where his soloplexus were. The soap seemed to collect in just the right places to make him seem even sexier, sparkling on his boy chest as if he were wearing a fancy suit of armor. Then, my luck crescendoed and I was treated to a sight so beautiful that I nearly lost my spell from sheer excitement. He stood up. For a fleeting moment the bubbles concealed his "essentials", making him look like an old caveman wearing a fig leaf. But then the soap drained away, and his little boy genitals almost melted into view. He was uncircumcised, and it wasn't until I saw the extra layer of his foreskin that I realized that there was anything missing from mine. It dangled in the strangest way over his penis - almost as if he had somehow blown a balloon over the head. He was soft and shrively, not even an inch long in his unexcited state. Underneath hung his little ball sac, holding what looked like small acorn-sized balls. His legs were almost as enticing as his private parts. They were smooth, hairless, and just as shiny wet as the rest of his body. The muscles in his thighs seemed to almost jump out of them, and the flexing excited me even more. He turned his head towards the open door. "Arin!", he called. "Shit", I thought to myself. I couldn't answer him, because my voice would come from the wrong direction. And I couldn't move while he was listening for my response. His hearing would be more alert, and he might detect me. "Arin!", he cried out again. He got out of the tub and stuck his head out the door, looking into the other room. His butt looked even cuter as he leaned over the door, dripping with bathwater and giving off the pure smell of a young boy. "Hmph", he mumbled, "must have gone out." He closed the door, inadvertantly trapping me in the room with him. I was going to have to wait for him to get dressed and leave now. Worse, I had to slip out right behind him, to make sure he didn't close the door on me again when he left. I started to move cautiously towards the door to prepare for it. A soft boyish moan behind me stopped me in mid-step. I turned to look back at Eric and I saw that he was slowly stroking his cock rhythmically, pulling it up and down while he was laying on the towel next to the tub. Already it was longer and harder, almost two inches I think, and the head was just starting to peek out of the foreskin. He was mastrubating!!! For a moment, I totally lost concentration and flickered into his view. I was becoming visible again! I quickly conentrated and faded out into nothingness again, but Eric stopped and looked up, startled. "Wow", he said to himself, "my imagination is working really well today." After another moment's hesitation he went back to playing with himself, this time moaning my name ever so softly as he did it. He was thinking about me! He started bucking his hips and moaning more loudly and pulling on his erection for all it was worth. After a minute of that he collapsed on the towel, fast asleep. I dropped the spell, flickering into view, but Eric's eyes were no longer open. I walked over to his naked and spent body. I took a huge risk then. I touched his penis ever so lightly. It felt warm and it was still throbbing a little bit from the strains it had been put under. I leaned down and gave it a small kiss, which made Eric stir and smile in his dreams. Then I got up and left the cute boy to his peaceful sleep. I never did get to live out whatever pleasing fantasy he had for me, because my brother insisted on leaving two hours later. But I was much heavier into my spellbooks after that little success then I had been before. Chapter 8 This time I wasn't exactly in happy spirits as my arms faded from view and my body vanished into the bushes. But this time failure wasn't just detection by a small, adorable child who had a crush on me anyway. This time my very life was at stake. The Orcs were running up to the spot where they'd seen me jump. I casually stood up and moved to the other side of the bush. The Orcs stopped and raised there weapons at the space where I had been crouched. Now only ten feet away, I could really smell their foul, horrendous odor. It was like a dead squirrel after days of being pecked at by birds and maggots and whatever else found it. I stifled the urge to puke right then and there - vomit coming from nowhere would have given me away. I planned on puking later, though. One Orc grunted a phrase to the other. I couldn't even pretend to speak Orcish, and although I knew a spell that would help me understand them, I couldn't cast it while they were standing so close. By the looks on their faces, though, I'd say they were puzzled about where I went. I sighed inwardly, feeling safe for a moment. A very short-lived moment, because then one of the Orcs sniffed the air and looked in my direction. "Oh shit", I thought to myself, "is his sense of smell that good? Can he smell me?". But the answer was obvious - they began sniffing the air and moving in my general direction. I moved back as slowly as I could, careful not to make the slight sound that would give away my location. Hiding was no longer an option. I had to deal with them. They had a great sense of smell, but I had a clear advantage over them. I had human intelligence, which is by far superior to most Orcs. I nimbly stepped around in between the two Orcs, quickly enough so that they didn't have time to sniff me out. Then I tapped the Orc with the sword, and ducked down to the ground. He screamed and swung his sword wildly, slashing the other Orc across the chest. A green ichor, the orcish equivalent of blood, sprayed out of the wound. He collapsed at the other Orc's feet, right on top of me. The contact broke my spell, and I crouched visible before the Orc. It was over. I knew that much. The Orc brought the sword over his head, and I closed my eyes. There was nothing to do now but accept my death and wait for the moment to pass. Strangely enough, I was scared senseless until that moment. But when I closed my eyes I felt... calm, almost. Like there was nothing upseting about being chopped in two by a rampaging Orc. I felt an impact and screamed out in pain as the sword pierced my arm. No, wait. There was a large object on top of me now, and whatever impaled my arm was definitely not my sword. More to the point, the immense amount of pain told me that I was definitely still alive. I opened my eyes. The Orc was lying dead on top of me, and the contact between his foul-smelling skin and mine was disgusting to me. In his chest there was an arrow - Apparently it went through his heart, out the other end of his body, and then, as he fell, through my arm. It was only then that I really noticed how much blood I was losing. Thick red mixed in with the Orc's disgusting green ichor, soiling the battlefield below us. A shadow fell over me. Even as I started to fade into unconsciousness, I recognized it as Tarus. He was holding a Long Bow in one hand. Evidently he had been the skilled marksman who saved my life. "Cedra", he yelled, "over here! He's been hurt!" Further away I could hear the sounds of battle, but I couldn't tilt my head to get any kind of look. Without warning, Tarus yanked the arrow out of my arm, and a spout of my blood shot him directly in the face. There was a sharp pain, and then everything went black. Chapter 9 I awoke to the beautiful sight of the first sun rising on the horizon. It would be two hours until the other one joined it in the sky, blazing brilliantly down on us. For now, the one sun was a beautiful crimson red as it touched the horizon. Cedra's face came into view, blocking out the sun until it's rays shined around the edges of his face, making it look almost as if he were glowing. He started to say something, but I pulled him close with my good arm and kissed him passionately on the lips. I couldn't help myself. Maybe it was my joy to still be alive, or my anger at being interrupted the last time I tried, or the way he looked so beautiful when he was framed in the sunlight like that. Maybe it was a combination of all three. All I know is that when I saw him, hovering over me with that angelic face of his, I needed to kiss him. He was suprised, but he didn't pull back. He returned my kiss warmly and smiled after our lips parted. I looked past him to survey the trio of adults watching us. Dejana's mouth was wide with shock. Tarus looked amused, and Rath was actually smiling. I felt a warm glow on my wounded arm, and I turned back to look at Cedra. He was holding my arm in one hand, his holy symbol in the other, and reciting some kind of prayer over and over again. His eyes were closed. It was working. The wound was closing up and healing right before my eyes. The pain subsided, and with a sudden tingle it was gone. My arm didn't even have a scar on it. If the boy enticed me before, now I was mystified by him. I had known of field acolytes that used a sort of magic given to them by their deities, but I had never seen it before. His spells didn't come from books like mine or Rath's did. His spells weren't even spells really - merely appeals made to the power of his deity. And she responded for him. We were near our original campsite. The others must have carried me here after I faded into unconsciousness. The rest of my clothes and equipment were beside me. The others were all wearing theirs. "Well", Dejana said, "if you're feeling better we can be on our way then." I nodded, gathering my things. Again I noticed the weight of the dwarf's backpack that I had taken from the tavern. Had that been only yesterday? Amazing, how quickly things could change. We encountered another patrol looking for me in the mid-afternoon. Again, the glamour successfully fooled them. That night, as I was having dinner, it faded from my body ever so slowly. Rath pulled out a mirror once he realized it was beginning, so that I could watch. I looked into the mirror and saw Cedra's beautiful face, the one I had become so accustomed to seeing already. But the nose was slightly off - it wasn't his, it was mine. Then the freckles changed around, and more began to appear on my shoulders and chest, almost like I was being attacked by chicken pox. Finally my hair got darker, and the fire's shadow on it got deeper. I looked into my own eyes, Arin once again. Chapter 10 Nothing much happened for the next week or so. -------------- New installment due soon, especially if a lot of people write me and tell me they like it!