Date: Thu, 23 Dec 2010 00:35:30 +0000
From: Martin Muiller <saunafriend@hotmail.com>
Subject: New Story "Time Travel"- please post on Nifty. thanks and merry x-mas

This is a story of fiction. Although there are episodes which I have
experienced in my own childhood which are the foundation of this story.

I hope you like it. If so, please write to me at saunafriend@hotmail.com

Chapter 1

No one would believe me, but then I didn't plan on telling anyone anyway.
This was my little secret and it would remain that way. The stone belonged
to me and I would guard it with my life. It was given to me on the eve of
my 40th birthday.

The doorbell had rung at exactly midnight. I was about to go to bed. I had
decided, I didn't want to celebrate my birthday this year. So I was
hesitant to open the door, because I feared that friends had taken it upon
themselves to organize a surprise party for me. Slowly I opened the door,
bracing myself for the cheers and woops of over eager party animals in
their late 30s and early 40s. However there were no sounds of a festive
crowd, when I peered into the night. There was just a packet on the
doormat. A very small box wrapped in brown paper. I picked it up and took
it inside. I closed the door behind me and set the box on the kitchen
table.

There was a note that came with the packet. It read: "You hold in hand the
Traveler's Stone. This ancient artifact is endowed with the power of time
travel. Place it in your left hand and think of a place and time you want
to visit.  It will take you there. The only limitation is, that the
Traveler's Stone only allows you to travel back within the timeline of your
own life. It let's you relive precious moments. Use it well."

No signature. No indication as to who had left the present on my door
step. This must be a joke, I thought. Typical prank friends play on someone
turning 40.

I opened the wrapping and looked inside the little box. There was a stone
inside. It looked silver-blue from one angle and then it seemed to be
golden from another. It had a smooth surface which felt like silk but much
smoother. It looked heavy but it felt light as a feather.

I smiled to myself, when I took it into my left hand. Yeah, right! Time
travel! Very funny, guys. Just the thing to tell a man on the verge of a
full blown midlife crisis....

I felt a bit supid, but I thought, what the heck!? Let's play along. I
tried to think of a moment in my past, which I wanted to relive. The first
thought was that I wanted to go back to the day, I fucked for the first
time. Yeah, I would go there if I could and watch my boycock slide into
Kirsten's little pussy for the first time! Hell, yes!

Then another idea popped into my mind. I remembered a night I spend at a
friends house back in school when I was about 10. The first time I touched
another's dick. That would be a good first place for the stone to take me!
Just as I wanted to laugh at myself and put the stone back into the box,
something weired happend.

I felt a rushing in my body. Like some kind of current was running through
me. My eyes closed and I felt like I left my body. After a few flashes of
light I opend my eyes again and found myself in a young boys bedroom. From
the looks of it, the boy was a big fan of toy cars. They were everywhere.
This couldn't be! How? Why? I didn't believe my eyes. This was the room of
my best friend in 3rd grade, Jack. This was so weired!

There was a mirror on the wall. I looked into it and saw myself - age 8!
And I was almost naked. I only wore a pair of tight fitting blue
underpants. As I looked down on me, I could clearly see that I had a boner.
My small 8year old boycock strained against the fabric.

"Come on. Don't just stand there." I turned around quickly. There on the
edge of the bed sat Jack, also in his underwear. His dick clearly in a good
mood, from the looks of it. "You wanted to compare our penises", Jack
said. "Come on, show me yours and I'll show you mine." I smiled to myself.
Did we really use that phrase? I wasn't sure. But, I guess we did!

What was I supposed to do? How was all this possible? I seemed to have
traveled back in time and landed within my own 8 year old body. But I had
my adult mind with all the knowledge and experience 40 years bring. I
hesitated a little bit, but then I tought, what the hell. Go along with it.
Let's have some fun. I didn't understand how I got here but I certainly
knew what I wanted to do, while I was here. I wanted to have some fun!

"OK", I said. "I'll do it." And I did. I slowly dropped my underwear.
Letting my hard cock spring free. It was so strange to look down there and
see my own little 4" cock sticking out.  I am quite proud of my adult cock,
which is quite a sight to behold. 8 1/2" hard meat! But looking down, I was
so turned on by my little kid-dick, that I almost came. I had to control
myself.

"Here it is, Jack", I said. "Now let's see yours." Jack stood up and let
his cock out. It was beautiful! Slim and tiny. The balls were smooth and
looked so pretty. I decided, that I would see how far this would go and
that I didn't want to waste any time.

I took a step closer and took his cocklet into my hand. I slowly began
jerking him off. I took his hand and laid it on my own hard cock. He
imitated my movement. I drew him closer and began to french kiss him. I
wanted to drive him into a state of mind, where he would forget, that this
was "wrong". I wanted him to lose control and go fucking crazy with lust.
Our tongues danced in our mouths and our hands pumped our cocks.

I suddenly dropped to my knees and without warning, took his tiny cock into
my hungry mouth and began to suck him like a pro. I had never sucked a cock
in my life. I had thought and dreamed about it a lot. But it had never
happened. This was my chance! I was going to use it. My tongue licked Jacks
dick all over and my lips slipped over his thin shaft. I tried all the
tricks I experienced in my live. All the girlfriends and hookers that had
sucked my dick, were my teachers. And Jack was the lucky guy to profit from
what I had learned.

While I sucked his cock, I let one finger find its way between his butt
cheeks. I let it tease his puckered ass hole. And at the right moment I
slid it in. The moment was, when he came. I felt his dick jerk in my mouth
as his whole body shook. I heard him moan and breath hard as he came
violently with his boycock in my mouth and my finger in his hole. Sadly
there was no cum. He didn't produce any yet. But I could still feel how
hard the dry orgasm hit him.

I was ready to teach him to suck me or to go all the way and fuck his
little ass. But at that time the stone took me back to my 40 year old
live. I opened my eyes and saw that I was back home. I was still naked and
had a raging hard-on. I grabbed it and violently pumped it with my left
hand, while my right hand held my balls. I shot my cum in 4 or 5 huge
loads. I didn't care about the mess I made, I shot and shot and shot, till
I was dry and could clear my head.

I saw that my cum had hit the Traveler's Stone, which lay on the floor
infront of me. All that cum! I picked up the cum covered stone and looked
at it. At that moment, my cum disappeared. It was as if the stone had
swallowed it.

I smiled and took the stone into my left hand, closed my eyes and thought
of my next destination...

To be continued!

If you liked the first chapter, write me an email at
saunafriend@hotmail.com