Date: Sat, 17 Aug 2013 20:09:53 +0100 (BST) From: Andrew Foote Subject: The Gods Respond The Gods Respond This is an erotic story that describes sexual activity between a young if completely compliant boy and an adult male. If this subject matter is not to your taste or the laws of your country of residence, religious beliefs or your age forbids you from accessing such material then please leave now. This short story is one of pure fiction. Neither of the characters are based on persons known to the writer and whilst it is possible you may have sympathy with the adults feelings and desires, love from a distance, admire at arm's length as all children are beautiful and we owe them the chance to grow up in a stable and loving environment. ***** Ever since I can remember I've been drawn to boys. I don't just mean as an adult but as a boy myself I'd look at my fellow classmates wondering how they looked naked, how they would feel under the touch of my hand, how they might respond if I were ever to dare... From the tender age of 10 I guess I was something of a preditor! My curiosity had got the better of me, my elder brother of some three years had taught me, no shown me the pleasures of wanking off thus further fuelling my desire to `explore' my friends. I was a popular kid. Not especially sporty but I had a good physique mainly due to my love of swimming but also my desire to look good in the showers at school. Where that came from I have only recently discovered but it was instinctive that I should look `hot' for my peers, oh and it did work sometimes! Most of my dalliances were pretty short lived. A grope here, a mutual wank there, sometimes even a blowjob but always me giving rather than receiving. God only knows why I didn't get a reputation! Maybe the other boys didn't want to admit to succumbing to my `charms' but I got away with it with some coming back for more, much more but looking back now, we were just horny and a hole in a piece of wood and a tub of Vaseline would have been suffice. I was a warm, soft and very eager substitute! I grew up though senior school and onward through university actually hoping my `age-preferences' would tag along behind me but it wasn't to be. I still craved the young boys, I needed their hairless crotches, their bubble-bums, their soft features, long eye lashes and the feel of the soft soles of their feet against my face. I had become a pervert or... had I always been one from birth?? ***** This room, this place. Where does the light come from? It's sort of dark but I can see clearly. I can't make out walls, the ceiling or a floor but they have to exist don't they? I'm restrained. My ankles and wrists are in some sort of a `strappy-thing' and okay it isn't uncomfortable but my movement is very limited. Why am I not seriously frightened? I feel completely at ease, slightly confused as to my situation but definitely not frightened. As my head clears I realise I'm completely naked which I find vaguely amusing for some reason setting off a stifled giggle. I afford myself another look around. No, there is no floor that I can make out. No walls I can discern and no ceiling. Everything is a sort of mirage having no boundaries, no borders but this grey light seems to emanate from everywhere making my immediate surroundings so very visible. The table I'm on, very well padded with some kind of velvet, soft and yielding yet firm and supporting. My manacles, maybe some sort of leather but padded with the same fir-like velvet as the table. I relax. Nothing to be gained from fighting a battle unwinnable. I drift into a deep sleep. ***** I awake to the sound of a single bell ringing somewhere far away, almost as if it's chiming across a deep valley slightly muffled by a heavy snowfall. It's very comforting and still I'm not concerned as to where I am or what the purpose of my being here is. I feel safe. I try to remember my movements prior to finding myself in this place but I cannot. I contrast to this, memories of my home, my friends, my work and my family are vivid. I crane my head to one side then twist my left wrist. My watch is gone. My 21st Birthday gift from my parents, gone. Why should I not be permitted to know the time? "Because it is of no importance. For now time is standing still." I look up. On either side of me stands an elderly man each wearing a cassock-like gown the colour of burnished gold. Each of them is smiling, both of them `feel' curiously comforting. "We know you have many questions, we can hear them but answering them is, unfortunately, beyond the boundaries of your understanding. You are safe here. No harm will come to you." I notice neither of them is actually speaking. "We have no need of speech and in this place, neither do you." `Incredible!' I think. `Some kind of telepathy!' "Similar. Now we must explain why you come to be here. We are servants of a higher deity you call God." `God!?' "Quite so but whom you call God isn't." "I don't understand." "It isn't important that you understand but ponder this. God is." `Is what?' "Everything." `Everything?' "From the grass in the fields, the birds in the sky, the waters of the ocean. God is." `So everything I see or touch is God.' "Precisely. You can touch yourself, touch others. What does that tell you?" "We are all God?" "Yes. Now you begin to understand." `But we all do bad things in our lives. How can we be God?' "That is very simple. Human kind has free will. Free to express yourselves as you see fit. To act in accordance with your own standards of right and wrong. You are right of course, all of human kind have frailties, it is how you manage them that is important and that bring us to why you are here." `This deity needs to punish me for past misdemeanours.' "Quite the contrary. By way of rewarding you for your determination not to transgress." `How so?' "So many questions! Very well, I will explain. The population that is mankind is divided into two quite distinct categories. Those who enjoy a heterosexual relationship and those who do not. Please understand, neither is right and neither is wrong. That is just the way of things. Each of these two categories are further divided into two sub categories. Those who prefer adult relationships and those who prefer a relationship with children. Do you understand so far?" `Yes but...' "Please remember we know what is inside your head and so I will put you at your ease. The Deity you call God has no views either way whether one group or another or one sub group or another. Your freedom to self-determine has allowed mankind to formulate rules and regulations concerning the way life is conducted and in that context, your predilection for young boys goes against such rules and should you have allowed yourself to cecum to your desires the consequences would have been rather serious. Aside from some childhood contact, you have led an unblemished life and that, my friend, is why you are here." `I still...' "No more questions please. You will understand soon enough. Rest now. We understand your confusion!" I fall into a deep and restful slumber. ***** I'm woken by the sound of the far off bell. I feel wonderful! Rested and happy! The light in this place changes from grey to magenta and away in the distance stands a figure. It is difficult to tell who it might be but then it begins to walk towards me. Slow small steps like that of a child and as it draws nearer I can make out the features of a young boy, maybe ten or eleven years of age. He is dressed in the same cassock-like robe as worn by the elders but his is white, bright white. He is perfect. His beautiful blue eyes, those long lashes, his dirty blond hair that just covers his ears and the nape of his slender neck. Those full red lips, that little turned-up nose. Perfect in every way! I try and scream `NO!!' but I cannot. This vision of perfection is now upon me. He puts his left index finger to my lips and smiles down on me. Again, without actually talking he says "The word you are looking for is `YES' for I am here for you. I am here for you to love both physically and emotionally for the rest of your natural life and then beyond into paradise for I am your vision of perfection." `Is this actually happening?' "Oh yes. Please observe." The young boy reaches behind him and pulls on a draw string allowing the cassock to fall noiselessly to his feet. He is completely naked. He is flawless. His alabaster-like skin, looks soft and inviting, very little muscle tone but not an ounce of fat. His penis is some three inches uncut together with a small ball sac tight into his pelvis. His legs, strong and shapely, his little feet and toes perfectly formed and in proportion. `Truly you are the work of God.' He giggles and grins at me showing his perfect white teeth. "I am the work of your imagination and desires. I am everything you've ever dreamed of having but denied yourself. I am perfection in your eyes and I will love you for all eternity and you will return that love for it is destined to be so." I begin to cry. YES! I CAN cry! "Yes it is allowed you show emotions. You my laugh or cry but you cannot speak but I hear your every word as you hear mine. Come. Touch me." The restraints fall away and I am able to sit upright. He takes both my hands and places them on his hips. He shudders with anticipation. "Oh yes. Touch me, feel my body, explore all of me for I want everything you want. I am yours without reservation. You cannot hurt me nor upset me, feel free to do whatever you want with me as I want you as much as you want me." He feels divine. I love touching him. He is warm, his skin is almost frictionless to the touch. Lean forward and suckle his left nipple into my mouth. Instantly it hardens and grows to the size of a small peanut. He throws his head back and moans with pleasure and I feel my cock inflate and harden. I transfer my attention to his right nipple and suck on it greedily. That too responds and I gently nibble on it causing him to squeak. `I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you!' "I love what you're doing. You cannot hurt me remember? I want exactly what you want when you want it! Bite me again. I love it!" He smells of orange blossom! At first I couldn't isolate the scent but it's orange blossom! I can feel something touching my cock. It can't be his little hands, they're on my shoulders. Then I look to see his not-so-little cock has hardened to a huge five inches as it throbs in time with his heartbeat. It is throbbing against my own hardness but I don't want to cum yet. I have so much more I need to explore. "Don't be concerned. While you are in this place and whenever you choose to return to be with me, you will recover from your orgasms very quickly as will I. Please let me show you." My cock is leaking precum at an alarming rate. My foreskin is fully retracted and I'm harder than I can ever recall being in the past. I need release! He gently takes hold of me then guides it towards his own throbbing member. In one swift move he uses his foreskin to cover my leaking glans, our piss slits touching erotically. He begins a slow but steady dual masturbation and I know my climax is imminent. I look into his wonderful eyes. He's smiling at me and I can no longer resist him as I lean in to kiss his ruby-red lips. They part allowing my tongue entrance and finding his, our tongues massage each other and I can no longer hold back! My head screams `OH YESSSS!' and at precisely the same moment I hear his shrill little voice. "It is time! Oh how I want this!" Cum spews out of me but what is THIS? My little boy can cum also! We explode together inflating his already stretched foreskin until it can't take anymore as cum flies out in every direction, soaking us both. We look at the mess we're in and giggle then looking me in the eyes says "Kiss me again please? That is the first time I have experience that and I want more. Not now but later." `I do as well but my legs are a bit wobbly!' "Let us rest then. Take me in your arms and cuddle me." ***** He was right. What felt like only fifteen minutes later I couldn't help but get hard again. This was not lost on my little boy! "See? I told you so!" `And you?' "Of course!" `Do you have a name? I mean I want to call you something?' "My name is Christian. Do you like it?" `Like it? I love it!' "Oh good! What is your name?" `Andy. Do you like it?' Christian scrunched up his nose. "Weelll..." Then burst out laughing! "Yes of course I do. I love everything about you silly!" `Oh so you have a sense of humour as well!' "You ordered it, you got it!" ` I ordered?' "Okay. Let me explain. You see, over the years the High Ones, you met two of them earlier, well they took an interest in you. Don't ask me why `cos you're an ugly devil hahaha! No seriously now, your sacrifices didn't go unnoticed. Your desperate need of the love of a boy was unbelievably powerful yet you chose to obey the regulations of mankind and deny yourself. They know that is an incredibly difficult thing to do. Love and sex are thought to be the biggest drivers humanity have but still you persisted." `I almost didn't. Did you know that?' "Naturally! We know everything there is to know! I assume and I know this is correct, this is the one who shares your name?" `Yes, Andy. Andy Mitchell.' "But the point is you didn't allow yourself physical contact with him." `More by luck than my good judgement. I swung between being scared of my feelings towards him and the love I had for him. Latterly it was because of him we've not met so I can't take all the credit. Andy deserves the lions share." "How do you feel about him now?" ` Love I suppose but a sort of happy love, the sort that makes me hope we can always be mates, talk about stuff, a bond of trust but no physical contact. Hey. I'd probably give him a massive hug should we ever meet but that's about the size of it!' "Nice! Everyone needs mates no matter the age difference. His youth will influence your life and you can be a steadying influence should he need it." `Ha! You don't know Andy very well! He's his own guy and I doubt anything I say will dissuade him from whatever actions he has planned!' "Life can be full of surprises! You really have a soft spot for him, don't you!" `Hmm!' "Okay, where were we. Oh yeah. You didn't and you haven't so let us move on. You were dealt a bum hand back in 2010. There was nothing we could do as it wasn't a clear cut `yes or no' thing but it blighted your life and we were very aware of that. Then there was your health. A double whammy so to speak. Again nothing we could do but it was obvious that despite you being very lonely, unwell and vulnerable, it was time for us to step in. Clear?" `As mud.' "Dummy! You were selected! They select many thousands of people, deserving people all the time! Some who are persecuted, some for valour and some like you who have just lived a quiet and industrious life in bad circumstances." `Oh right. Hey, how come you're talking, sorry, transmitting in like modern speak?' "I learn fast! I can read your brain patterns and so I pick up modern idioms." `Shit! I better watch what I think then!!' "Tooooo late! I know you're one horny bastard, you are too inquisitive for your own good, I love you deeply and you will learn to love me in the same way. This, Andy, is fact not fiction. The more we are together, the more you will understand. I'm 750.000 years old. Okay I died when I was 10 hence my looks, enhanced somewhat but that amount of knowledge you can have at the blink of an eye and you will find it invaluable. I am here always. I am for you only. I can never change from what you see before you now. Timeless and your vision of perfection but if that vision alters then so do I. Are you in need of food? SORRY! You hungry? I am!" ***** Sorry so I lied! I always intend my stories to be short and sweet but my head keeps coming up with stuff! 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