Date: Thu, 20 Jan 2011 18:35:03 -0600 From: Zane Lewis Subject: Andrew's Adventures 1 Andrew's Adventures - M/b, Oral - November 18, 2008 By Afril, With help from a Friend Copyright 2008 The Gay Furry Association ********************************************************* /Sarcasm mode on Remember the 'Good Old Days'? Neither do I, But it seemed such an innocent time. When Father worked and Mother kept house and The Family Secrets stayed in the Family, Instead of on Reality TV? Here is a story that harkens back to those 'Innocent' times - When Mothers were Pill-Freaks, Fathers drank a Lot, Children didn't need Therapy when 'Played' with... And it was All Socially Acceptable. /Sarcasm mode off ********************************************************* With a very special 'Thank You' to all the writers on Nifty. Andrew and The Funhouse of Mirrors Andrew walked along the Carnival path with his Mother. She wasn't worried about him, He had been taught 'Not To Talk To Strangers'. Which sometimes made for awkward phone messages and deliveries, at least until they modified That 'Rule' a bit. He also knew about The Touches, and Who could Touch Him - The Doctor. His Parents, Somewhat. The Coach... The Coach patted his bottom. But The Coach patted Everyone's bottom. He was the pillar, Always standing at the lockers as they undressed. Always standing as they showered, and inspecting them one by one, sending anyone not clean enough back in. Coach was gruff but fair, as the boys who got detention always said. They never could quite remember Why they got detention, or what happened in Coach's Office... Only that their rear's hurt and that they deserved the punishment. Coach, and his shiny, hypnotic pocket-watch. Someone to look up to, to strive to be like. Andrew knew exactly where he wanted to start his journey - The Funhouse of Mirrors. His friends whispered tales of Dark Secrets and Strange Things happening to those who got lost. Things Forbidden and Taboo... His friends had vivid imaginations, and told fibs sometimes. Like whispering that his Mother was 'Easy'. Easy What? She did like to Gossip... Always putting him in his room when a Friend came over. Or rushing out to get the latest 'News' from someone. He never understood why 'Gossipping' had to be so Rough - The moans and groans and thumping of furniture. And Mother usually returned Flushed afterwards, with that 'Fresh from the Shower' smell. She would always say, "You will understand when you get older." And squeeze his rear with a wink. Or saying Father sometimes 'Batted for the Other Team'. He played a few sports, But Andrew had never seen him play baseball. Maybe the 'bat' was between his legs... He had seen Father naked so many times it didn't even bother the boy. Father would come in and hug his son, Squeezing his rear - Which was ok. Parents are allowed such Touches. Put Andrew in his lap and talk about when the lad was Older, how they could go camping together. And how much fun it would be, Just 2 men. Alone... Doing what 2 men do when Alone in the woods. Andrew thought it was Icky - Cold and bugs and sleeping bags on rough ground. But Father made it sound like Fun, So he was excited to find out about Camping as soon as he was 'Old Enough'. Father also liked to squeeze his rear and wink. Who could understand Adults? But such thoughts vanished like mist in the morning as The Funhouse appeared. There it was, a big 3 story structure with windows so you could laugh as people tried to walk across sliding floors, Trip and bump around whirling ones. Be squashed or stretched, or made to look like all you had on was your underwear. Andrew wasn't worried, he had Clean ones on. Mother insisted. Something about Car Wrecks and Embarrassing Brown Stains. "I will be back in about an Hour now... You be Good. And Safe." "I will Mother." Sometimes after a long session of Gossip, Mother had to nap. "Just plain wore me out," She would say. So he might have a little longer to explore this place. Waved to her, then put his ticket in the slot, Watched the gate go up and walked inside. There was a note on the door - 'If at any time you get Lost, Press the Red Button on any pillar, And an attendant will come to help you.' Lost? Children maybe, But not Andrew! He opened the door and went inside. And was disappointed. Oh, There was plenty of silly mirrors and sliding this and angled that... But there was nothing Scary or Forbidden. Ah well, More Fibs to be shrugged off. It was kinda fun to see yourself mashed or stretched, or waddling. And the floors were tricky. As he got to the Third floor, he noticed there were fewer people around. In fact, Nobody was nearby. Hmmm... Maybe he was Lost? Nah, It was just more mirrors. So, Where was the one that made him look like he was in his underwear? "Hey Kid..." Broke his concentration. A hand came out of a dark shadow, and beckoned to him. That was different. He walked closer to see what the hand wanted. "You want to make a Buck?" Of course. Long as it wasn't something gross or broke a Rule. Andrew couldn't say so as this was a Stranger, but he nodded his head. An errand? Some message to give to some else? A zipper came down and with a rustle of cloth, A penis stood out from the darkness. Andrew knew what it was from School Lectures. Not as big as Father's, but big enough... He looked at it then up at the shadow. "Touch it. It won't bite." Hmmmm... The Rule said He wasn't to be Touched, But it didn't say anything about Touching someone else. Curious, the lad stepped up and lightly gripped the thing. It was warm and dry and he felt it throb as he stroked it. Using both hands he felt the short hairs at the base, the rounded crown at the tip. He must be doing Something right, because there was some stifled groans and moans coming from the shadows. Putting it close to his face, he smelled the rigid pole. Slid his tongue across the bottom, getting something sweet and slightly sticky from it. Nobody told him Penis' had sweet stuff inside them. Or maybe just Adult Penis'... He would have to ask Father about it when he got home. Opening his mouth, Andrew slipped the head in, Mindful of his teeth. This got even more groans and gasps and he almost giggled as he stroked the length. What was all the fuss about? Tonguing the fat thing, the lad sucked gently, Moving his head up and down when asked to in a broken whisper. He had never heard someone's voice crack like that before - Mother might shriek, or yell or moan loudly while she was 'Gossiping'... And sometimes Father would do so as well while working in his Shop, Especially when a 'Good Friend' came to visit. Andrew continued to bob his head, and stroke the thick length that felt very nice in his hands. Was this what they meant by 'Masturbation'? Again, he would have to ask Father - At the Right time of course. Like after Father had a half-dozen drinks and was singing silly songs about Sailors and bung-holes in barrels. He was thoroughly enjoying the feel of skin sliding between his lips and the flavor of the liquid that came out, when the shaft Pulsed. The head flared in his mouth and Spat something out. It wasn't Urine, he had been the brunt of the 'Lemonade' joke once before. It was Thick and Creamy and he swallowed it, getting more squirts to enjoy rolling on his tongue, and sliding down his throat, the slightly bitter taste making him drool a little. He sucked harder, Hoping to get more... But sadly, there was only so much of the stuff to be had. So the lad contented himself with licking the sweetness from the tip, Feeling the skin shudder in his hands until the Man begged him to stop. So he just held it and kissed the bulbous end, watching it sway and disappear past what he could now see was a dark curtain. As Andrew turned to go, Still licking his lips, he saw the promised Dollar Bill appear. Took it and folding it gently, Placed it in a pocket. Since this Man was no longer a Stranger, he said, "Thank You." "Thank You, Lad... I haven't cum that hard in ages." There was a rustle of cloth, Then - "If you want to make another Dollar, Come back in a few hours. I think I might be ready by then." Andrew nodded and smiled, walking to the stairs and looking over his shoulder for moment. Then skipped down to the exit, thinking he needed a soda. Whatever that stuff was, it made him thirsty! And already wanting more... At the Food Wagon he found he could get a Big Soda and a Foot-Long Dog, and still have change. Sitting at a table, The lad smiled, thinking how what was on the bun resembled what he had recently been caressing. Actually, the Man was bigger. It seemed a shame to bite into his Dog, but hunger prevailed. When he finished, Andrew put the waste in the trash and thought about what had happened. And what he hoped would happen later... Hmmm, There was more things on a Man than just a Penis. Maybe... Andrew licked his lips again. Maybe he would be allowed to see a pair of Testicles, Up close for the first time. Taste them, Lick them. Darn... Now he had to pee. Mother was still gone, and the closest toilet was a little 'off the path'. Andrew was a little worried... It was Always hard to pee when he had a Stiffie. * * * * The attendant sighed and wiped his brow. Very few people knew about the curtain and how it was always dark in this corner. Patted his crotch - It was always the 'Quiet Ones' who put you on your knees. Maybe again in a couple of hours? He was going to have to get the boy's name - Passes for the Parents, some Free Ride tickets for the lad. Who would probably be spending his time riding something else! A beeper went off and he went down to 'Rescue' some frightened child, Who would be shown the Window is just over there. And if they followed the little arrows, They would be out in no time. A pat on their cute rears and they would be giggles and smiles and walking off - Unless they wanted to make a Buck... He hit the 'Talk' button on his radio. "Charlie... The booth is open." The End