Date: Mon, 23 Nov 2020 16:24:23 +0000 (UTC)
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Future Self story

                           FUTURE SELF
                      By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
                   WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM

     I looked at myself in the mirror again and took a deep breath.  Okay,
Ollie, I said to myself, I am an actor and this is a part, a big part, but
you can do this.  You've studied the material, you're a master at the art
of improv, you only need to convince a young boy that he is looking at
himself from the future, and that only long enough to get him to get some
papers out of his father's briefcase.  Once he gives that to you, you go
back to the future and he is none the worse off.  We can take the
information on the papers and make a fortune for ourselves and with my cut,
I'll be able to spend all of my time trying to make the career I've always
wanted to have."  I took another deep breath and looked out of the van.
     My target, Gregory Parnell, would walk by the bushes which hid my van
any moment now.  I'd better get ready.  I stepped out of the van in which I
was living these days and locked it, put the key in a hiding place nearby
and made myself ready.
     I was wearing only a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and socks.  No
shoes, no underwear, no overcoat even though the day was somewhat chilly.
It would all aid in the imposture.
     Gregory walked by with a friend.  Not good, but I could follow and
wait for the friend (a boy named Marshall, I'd been handed a lot of
background on young Gregory) to peel off to go to his own home down the
next street.  So I padded after the pair, trying to look like a displaced
homeless person.  That worked a little too well, people really stop seeing
the homeless, but after Marshall went off toward his own home, I stepped up
my pace and caught up to Gregory a half block from his own home.
     "Gregory!  Gregory, wait!" I called to him.
     He turned and looked at me.  I knew what I looked like, himself only a
lot older.  We'd worked on this, I had the same haircut as he did for
example.  "Who are you?"
     "I'm you.  I mean, I'm Gregory Parnell from the future, from the year
2042.  I've come back in time to find you.  We need your help!"
     "My help?"
     "Yes, I have to...look, this is complicated.  Can we go back home...I
mean, back to your home and talk about this?"
     Gregory was dubious but I was prepared.  "I can see you don't believe
me.  Your favorite food is spaghetti with meat sauce but not with the
meatballs because those are greasy and icky."
     He caught that, he'd used the same words a few days before.  "Your
friend's name is Marshall Perkins and you and he met in school last year
during your math class." I went on.  "He sits behind you in the third row
of social studies this year."  Children at his school were seated
alphabetically by last name.
     He decided to test me, and I crossed my inner fingers.  "What about
the lizard?" He said.
     I was prepped on that one, too, it had happened yesterday at school.
"You caught a lizard and had it in a jar.  You took it to school to show
your friends and Jeremy talked you into putting it down Lisa Carmichael's
dress.  So you slipped up to her sitting at the bench eating lunch, Jeremy
pulled back the back of her dress and you dumped the lizard into her dress
onto her back.  Boy, did she scream, the best scream ever!"  Those last
eight words were exactly what he'd told his nanny after he'd gotten home,
so I knew I had hit home.
     "You...you really are me." He said, looking stunned and breathless.
     "Yes, from twenty-two years in the future.  I can't tell you
everything, but I need your help, and when I have it, I can go back and fix
things for everyone.  It's really, really important.  Can you help me?"
     "Uh...sure." he said.  "How?"
     "I have to get into your house and hide there." I said.  "Nobody can
know I'm there, but in just three more days, I'll need your help and when I
get it, I can go back to my time.  Nobody you know has to be hurt or killed
or anything like that."  I took a breath and risked a story of my own.
"Marshall dies because of what happened.  Two years ago, my time.  We can
save him.  We can save everybody."
     "Gosh!" he lost all reservations with that stunner.  "Come on!"
     "Great.  I'll need clothes." I said.  "I had to come here completely
naked and this was all I could find to use.  And I'll need a cell phone so
I can take pictures and send them by email to...us...when the time comes.
I can't take anything back with me, either."
     "It's okay.  Come on."
     We went to his home, and the guard was away from his post as usual.
The man drank on the job, and by this time of day was usually wasted.  He'd
stagger in to his post to be there when Gregory's father got home...only
his father was off on a trip and wouldn't be home for three days' time.
     I wasn't alone in this scam.  In on it were two people inside the
house, Gregory's nanny, and her boyfriend, the house's head butler.  They
had a staff of four other people, but only these two stayed in the house
after hours, the rest departed before nightfall except the cook who left
after the final meal had been served and cleaned up after.  He was a sour
man who never went further into the house than the kitchen, pantry, wine
cellar and dining room.  So the only people in the house besides Gregory
would be my confederates.
     Gregory had a pretty lonesome life.  Only his nanny to talk to and
play with after he got home.  He couldn't have any friends over until his
father came home.  His mother was off on an extended trip to Europe, or so
they'd told Gregory.  She was in the process of divorcing Gregory's father
and the divorce was turning public and ugly.  Gregory's father was in the
process of hiding most of his assets, and that information on secret bank
accounts and such would all be in his briefcase when he came back.  He'd
put them in his bank's security box his wife didn't know about on Monday,
the next morning after his return.  For that brief time, the entire Parnell
fortune would be vulnerable to our seizure of as many assets as we could
wangle from it.
     This was Thursday evening.  For the next three days, it would be me
and Gregory, alone but for the people who were helping me perpetrate this
scam on the Parnell Family.  My share of the proceeds would be a quarter of
the amount we could get, the rest going to the faithless butler and nanny.
     Gregory and I sneaked through the hallways, Gregory almost giggling at
the activity (for the staff were all about and it was a true game for him,
more serious for me if any but the butler or nanny saw me.  We got to his
room and Gregory was flat-out laughing now and so was I, he had been so
very clever, once, when a maid was blocking our path, he had gone in and
created a diversion, sending her on an errand and I slipped on through the
hallway toward his room.  The maid returned with the toy he had left in
another room and Gregory rejoined me.
     So I was laughing as well, such a clever boy!  He looked at me and I
at him on the bed and he said, "It's going to be so much fun having you
with me these days, Gregory."
     "For me, too, Gregory." I said.  We laughed, for our names were the
same, we were the same person, weren't we?
     I hid in the closet while the nanny came in and did her obligatory
post-school activities with Gregory, getting him out of the private-school
uniform and into softer clothing, washing his face and hands, and offering
to play games with him.  He said no, he had some homework to do, and the
look of relief on his nanny's face said she didn't enjoy her job.  Gregory
was really getting too old for a nanny, too.  But I already knew that.
     Alone again, Gregory said, "Okay, we won't be bothered again until
suppertime.  I'll figure out how to get some food for you and bring it up
after."
     "Thanks." I said.  "What'll we do until then?"
     Gregory's eyes lit up and he and I spent a lot of time playing the
games of youth that make little sense but are energetic and fun.  We spent
some time bombing each other with thrown pillows (the room had a few dozen
of such, lying all around) and then I chased him around the furniture, he
dodged me very well (okay, I let him slip around me) and finally I caught
him by the bed, him panting and me breathing hard, and I tackled him on the
bed and I tickled him a short time and he laughed a lot more than all this
deserved.
     "Oh, Gregory, I'm so glad you came.  It's been so lonely." Gregory
informed me.
     "It gets better, when you're older." I assured him.  "And you have fun
at school, don't you?"
     His face soured.  "Too much sitting at a desk and too little play.
But yeah, I have some fun.  Not enough."
     "Well, you have me now." I said.  "We can play all you want to."
     He was ready for more sedate games, and I played a video game with
him, it was one I'd played a lot before and easy for me but I pretended not
to be any good at it and he coached me on how to play the game and teased
me when I got the answers wrong and lost time and again.  Then he took out
a board game given to him by his grandmother and we played that for quite
some time.
     A knock on the door summoned Gregory to supper and I sat alone in the
room.  I hadn't seen the butler at all, but he never came upstairs, only
the nanny and she knew darned well I was in there and had to stay hidden
away or she'd be asked if she had seen anything.
     Gregory returned triumphantly with a napkin filled with small
triangular sandwiches like they serve for appetizers, and an apple.  "I got
the cook to let me take this." he said.  "It was left over from a banquet
Dad had before he left on his trip.  And the apple, he was making apple
pies and I snatched one when he wasn't looking."
     "That's great, Gregory." I said.  He watched me eat but refused any
for himself when I offered.  I finished off the plate (damn, those little
sandwiches were good, I'd have to get them when I had money of my own, a
whole plate of them every day).
     As I ate, Gregory regaled me with stories of his life, I pretended,
"Oh, yeah, I forgot about that," and he was more than ready to refresh my
memory.  Finally, the sandwiches gone and the apple now a slim core, I
said, "Well, Gregory, now what?"
     His answer surprised me, "Want to take a bubble bath together?"
     "Together?"
     "I have to take a bath now." Gregory informed me.  "The nanny just
makes sure I'm in the tub, then comes back when I'm already in bed.  I call
her for those times so she can see.  The rest of the time, she leaves me
alone."
     I was beginning to like the nanny less and less.  But she was ready to
sell out this family for her boyfriend's sake.  "I think a bubble bath
together would be a lot of fun." I told him.
     I really was in need of a long bath. I had debated taking one while he
was at supper but unsure of how much noise it would make.  I followed
Gregory into his bathroom.
     Jesus, this place was the size of my last studio apartment, over
fifteen feet on a side.  There was the bathtub, big and roomy, set into the
floor so you would have to step down into it, and the shower was a stall
nearby.
     Gregory began to take his clothes off and so did I.  I had fewer
clothes to wash and had them in a pile.  Gregory finished and, nude as a
cherub in those Renaissance paintings, scooped them up and took them to a
small box set into the wall.  Opened it and chunked them down inside.
     "My clothes!" I gasped.
     "I'll get you some more." Gregory said.  "After everyone's asleep,
I'll get some from Daddy's room."
     "Okay." I said.
     He began to run the water to fill the tub and added the soap flakes to
make the bubbles.  A thick foam began to rapidly build up on the water's
surface.
     "This is going to be fun." Gregory said.
     "Yeah." I agreed.
     Gregory began to stare and I knew he was looking at my penis.  I have
a nice sized dong, over eight inches and it was hanging limp and loose, not
shriveled up at all.  "Wow, I'm going to grow up to look like you?" he
asked me.
     I smiled.  "Exactly like me." I agreed.
     "Your willy is so big and long." he admired.  He looked up at me.
"Can I touch it?"
     My cock jerked and rose up.  I'd played games with my buddies as a
child and knew it was harmless exploratory play...and damn but I missed it.
"Why not?  It's yours, isn't it?"
     "Yeah." he giggled and took the two steps to get up to me and snatched
hold of it.
     I closed my eyes and hissed.  My cock was hard as a rock.
     "Why's it doing this?" Gregory asked.
     "It's...it's because it likes you holding it." I said, and my cock
throbbed.  "It thinks you're going to play with it."
     "Play with it?"  Gregory was genuinely puzzled, I knew the family kept
a tight rein on his activities on the computer and TV and such.  So I
explained without sneering.
     "Work your hand up and down on it while you hold on.  The skin slides
with your hand and it feels....ooh!"  Gregory was busily doing what I'd
just explained.  "Oh, yeah, uhhhh, just like that.  Oh, oh!" I groaned.
     "Does it feel good?" He asked.
     "Sure, I...here, let me do yours." I said and he let me reach down and
grip his pud.  It was soft but my fingers soon had it hard as mine was,
albeit a bit smaller, an apricot up next to an apple as it were, same
shape, but one is a lot bigger.  And both are so, so sweet!
     Gregory gasped when my two finger hold on his wiener got busy and he
moaned so hard I was afraid he'd reach climax, so I said, "How about we
take this into the bathtub?" It was a rapid-fill tub and the bubbles were
high over the rim and threatening to spill onto the floor.
     "Yeah, right!" he panted and we moved quickly to the tub.  I got in,
he got inside my legs and knelt as I turned off the faucets (there were
four of them but one large handle worked all four at once) and he snagged
my dong and was pumping away at it again.  You can bet I was quick to do
the same and we jacked each other and looked into each other's eyes and I
imagine the grin on our faces was just the same.  The butler had sought
someone who looked like Gregory already, so he was looking into a future
mirror as I whacked his pud.
     He closed his eyes and gasped, shivered and said, "Oh, oh, that's
good, that's..." I was pumping him harder now, remembering how I'd first
time I felt the real deal.  Would Gregory?  I kept it up and he said, "Oh,
oh, you can stop now, oh, OH!  UH-UH-UH-UHHH-UHHH-UHHH-HUHHHHHH!" He shook
like he was caught in a dog's mouth and fell over onto me, panting and I
caught him before he fell into the water under the suds.
     "Gregory?  Honey, are you all right?"  It was the nanny.
     "Quick, duck down." Gregory hissed, panting hard.
     I did and he sloshed suds up onto my face and body.  The bathroom door
opened and I heard the nanny say, "Gregory, honey, what's wrong?"
     "Nothing, I, I stubbed my toe when I got into the tub.  I'm okay now."
     "All right, honey, wash up and get in bed and call me if you need me."
     "Okay, Lena." Gregory said.
     "I'll be downstairs with Martin." she said, mentioning the head
butler.
     "She won't be back." Gregory said as he breathlessly cleared the suds
from my face.  "She never does come back."
     "I know." I said, quickly replacing, "What do you mean?"  I was
Gregory and had almost forgotten that.  He knew because she'd been his
nanny for almost a year.
     Gregory remembered my penis and grabbed hold of me and began to flog
me hard.  I just lay back and let him pound it, God, this was good.  I
hadn't had anyone playing with my prick for so long!  Women expect you to
spend money on them (which I didn't have) and guys were too quick to be a
fast one in the back alley then scram before you can find out anything
about them.  I burned out on that four years ago, since then it had been
Mr. Hand and nobody else...until now.
     "Are you about to feel like I just did?" Gregory asked as my moans
sped up.
     "Uh, uh, yeah.  Jack me harder."
     "More?"
     "Yeah.  Oh! Oh!  Here it comes!"  I slid a bit lower down and he
leaned in to get a good look at it, his head right over my cock head in the
small dimple of bathtub suds formed by his busy hand.
     "AHH-AHHH, UHHHH, UHHHH, GAH-HUHHHH!"  I lifted up my hips and got my
prong even closer to his face and that was when I blasted it out.
     Got him in the face right between the eyes, he closed them as more
blasts of hot spooge splattered his sweet face, so much like mine, all
over, it was large lumps of white globs on his nose and cheeks and it
dribbled down to splat into the bubbles as I grunted, moaned, twitched in
the after-shocks of an incredible orgasm.
     "Oh, oh, wow!" Gregory slopped jism out of his eyes like wiping away
mud splatter.  "That was awesome!  There was so much of it!"
     I panted and waved for a moment of rest, which he granted.
     He was thinking then he asked me out of the blue. "Gosh, do you have
to go in three days?  You could stay here forever and I'd keep you hidden."
     "Sorry, Gregory, I'm needed back in 2042." I said, brushing his hair
out of his eyes.  "But it'll be okay.  One day you'll be me and you get to
do this all over again from my side."
     He relaxed and laid up against me.  This was nice, and I let me lie
there, giving him the affection he was sorely low on getting.  After a
while, I said, "Now, let's get washed up before we both fall asleep in here
or something, and drown."
     He agreed and I bathed him and he bathed me, our hands busy on each
other, him scrubbing away at me.  I never felt so clean than that bubble
bath, even ignoring the sixteen months I'd been living in my van.
     He and I dried each other off and he insisted on me getting into the
bed with each other.  "Lena won't be in to see me tonight." He said.  "And
she'll knock on the door in the morning, you'll have time to hide before
she comes in."
     And she was my confederate and wouldn't care that I was hiding out
with Gregory, it was part of the plan.  I agreed and we padded naked and
dry into the bedroom and I snuggled up to him, his bed was big enough for
three or four people but he wanted to lie right up against me.  He almost
purred as I stroked his hair and hummed a soft lullaby...then he was
asleep.  I slept, too, and deeper than I intended.
     We both awoke to a knock at the door.  It was Martin, not Lena.
"Master Gregory, Master Gregory." came the call.
     "One minute!" Gregory called and hissed to me.  "Hide!"  He pointed at
the closet and I jumped out of bed and got in there and he closed the door
on me.
     I heard the voices talking then the door open and closing.  The closet
door opened and I smiled...and was looking at Martin.  "Olson?  What are
you doing?" he was shocked as he saw I was nude.
     "I've convinced Gregory I'm his future self." I said.  "He wanted us
to sleep together so we did."
     "Oh.  Naked?"
     "I came here in a dirty t-shirt and shorts only." I told him.  "Let me
be, I've got this."
     "Very well." he said.  "Don't fuck this up or we'll pin it all on
you." he threatened.  "Mr. Parnell trusts me completely, you'll never
convince him I was in on it."
     "I know, you've told me all this before." I groaned.  "Look, Gregory
is having fun with an adult who's the same as he is.  He got curious, so I
let him look.  Nothing more."
     "As long as he gets you that briefcase on Sunday night, fine."  Martin
began to go over the plan all over again.  Gregory's room had a room next
to his father's and could explore without being suspected.  Et cetera, et
cetera, ad infinitum, ad astram! "I know, I know!" I said, exasperated.
"Now get out of here and see if you can bring me some clean underwear and
sweats or something.  Otherwise I'll be buck naked when I get out of here!"
     Martin went to Mr. Parnell's room and returned with the briefs and
sweats.  I pulled them on.  "Now keep up the act and...."
     "I know, I know, now scram before Gregory sees us talking." I warned.
     He left and none too soon, for Gregory came back with a bundle in his
napkin.  "You're dressed." he accused me when he saw me.
     "I sneaked some clothes out of your father's room.  Our fathers." I
corrected hastily.  "Sorry, I haven't lived in this home for more than
twenty years."
     "That long?"
     "Your father sends you to military school next year." I explained.
"He picks up a new wife and you get left at school for most holidays."
     He looked like he didn't care.  "Here's your breakfast, I brought
toast and jam and a boiled egg." He explained.
     "Okay."
     "Can you take off those clothes now?" He said.  "I want to see you
naked.  Lena wants to spend the day shopping with Martin and I said it was
okay.  We'll have the cook if I need anything, and Pedro is nice."
     I tried not to look surprised, Martin had described him as surly and
bitter-natured.  But he had given the kid those treats last night.  "Yeah,
Pedro was nice." I said, trying to look wistful.  "I wish I could talk with
him again, but this is too important.  Until Sunday night, I stay right in
here."
     "Yeah.  So you don't need clothes." he insisted.
     "Let me eat first, okay?"
     "Okay, but hurry." He demanded.
     I wasn't surprised that he started stripping the minute I did, and we
got back into his bed and he snuggled over.  "I want to play with you
again."
     "Play with yourself." I corrected him and he giggled.
     "Yeah.  All day long."
     "Okay.  All day long."
     We got into the bed and I insisted on staying outside of the covers.
He happily grabbed my dong as I climbed in but was puzzled when I didn't
lie beside him.  "Where are you going?"
     "I'm going to rock your world." I said and got my face over onto his
little peter and I lifted it into my mouth.
     He groaned as I sucked on the shrink-a-dink pud and his little wiener
was pulsing as I bobbed my head up and down, his shaft in my lips.  I used
my tongue on the parts that were inside my mouth and he was groaning away.
     I twisted around so that instead of being on my stomach, I was on my
side and he could get to my cock now if he wanted to.  I didn't say a word,
just waited.
     Sure enough, he crawled around and I let him wriggle until he and I
were face-to-crotch both ways and on our sides, and his young lips slid
over my prong and I moaned as he began to milk at me clumsily.  "Ooh, oh,
Gregory! I groaned.  I explained how to do it in short words and he soon
was working my dong as masterfully as I was his, if not better.
     I let him do what he could until he ejaculated then I began to teach
him how to get better on my prick.  He soon had me at the brink.  "Oh, oh,
I'm going to come again, Gregory." I cautioned him.  "You have to let go
when I tell you to!"
     "Nu-uh." he mumbled around my cock.
     "I mean, if you don't, I'll squirt it right inside your mouth."
     "Nu-uh!"
     "I have to...oh, oh, here it comes, Gregory, I'm going to squirt it
real soon, get ready to let go!  Oh, oh, oh!"
     Gregory didn't budge and kept right on milking me, the fucker even
sped up on me.
     "OH-OH-HOH, UH, HUH, UHHHHH-GUNNNNNNGGGHHHH!"
     Gregory caught my come and he swallowed it masterfully, all my hot
wild splats were captured and gulped down like so much cotton candy.  I
flailed and moaned and finished and slacked down and panted and he was
still holding onto my cock, sucking at it and my prick was wilting.
     "It's done now, Gregory, I'm done." I panted.
     He didn't let go and he was trying to make me get hard again.
     "Jesus, Gregory, you have to let me rest.  Wouldn't you like to play
some other games now?"
     "Nu-uh!"
     I reached down and pulled a very reluctant cocksucker off my dong.
"Hey, Gregory, you're terrific, but you have to let my pants-dragon rest a
while then he can spit more fire at you again." I said.
     "Pants dragon!" he giggled.  "That's funny.  Is mine a pants dragon?"
     "Not yet." I said.  "Yours is more of a pants puppy.  Always wants to
play but harmless."
     "Yeah." he let me coax him into play.  When lunchtime came, Pedro gave
Gregory some lunchmeat and bread and a small bowl of fruit to bring
upstairs.  More than enough food for two.  I ate lavishly and then Gregory
said, "Is the dragon ready to fight again?"
     "More than ready and loaded with fire." I smiled.  "Is the brave
knight ready to charge into action with his short sword?"
     "Yeah!"
     Back on the bed we had a repeat of the morning sucking but when
Gregory reached his climax ahead of me again, I didn't leave off and relax.
I slid my mouth up and found between his legs further up the tiny little
tuckerhole of his ass, and I began to tickle the flesh all the way around
it.  "Ooh, oh, oh!" Gregory gasped in surprise.  "That feels good!" he
said.
     I wet my finger with my mouth and said as I reached toward the lubed
up sphincter "And it's going to feel better."
     Gregory almost howled as my finger slid into his little butt-chute.
"Ohhhhh, oh, ohhhhh!"
     "Steady," I told him, "it gets better."
     "It's better now!  Oh, ohhhhhh!  Ohhhhhh!"
     I got my finger firmly inside and my fingertip found the nub of the
boy's prostate.  "Now I'm ready to make you really howl."
     I twinkled my fingertip around and over the little love-button of the
prostate gland and Gregory was moaning and howling.  "Oh, oh, ohhhh!" He
moaned.  "Oh, please, more, more, more!"
     "I have my whole finger inside you." I said.  "How much more do you
want, anyway?"  His hand was on my cock and I saw him make a decision.
"Gregory, I know what you're thinking but you're too young, it's too big,
you could hurt yourself."
     "I want it!" he demanded.  He pushed me so that I rolled onto my back,
and I found my body acting like a piece of limp meat.  I just lay there and
watched him stand up and straddle me and then lower himself down onto my
love-sausage.
     "Take it easy, Gregory." I managed to say.  "Push it in a little at a
time, don't just jam it into yourself.  Slow and easy."
     He got his anus aligned with my glans and my cockhead was resting
against the muscles of the sphincter.
     Which parted and let it slide right into him.  "Oh, oh, wow!" I gasped
as I felt my prick slip in and over the flare to cling to the shaft
beneath.  "Oh, oh, Gregory, that's incredible!  Take it easy, now, don't
push too much at time."
     He ignored me, but I guess his mind was in control and his bowels were
doing just what he told them to.  He pushed down and in less than a minute,
he had his soft buns sitting on my testicles, my nine inches of hard
twenty-nine-year old prick buried in his sweet, warm ass.
     "Oh, oh, God, this is incredible!" I said again.  "I don't believe
this, I don't fucking believe this!"
     "It feels so good." crooned Gregory.  "I feel so nice and full now.  I
want to do this forever and ever!"
     "Me, too, me, too!" I groaned.
     I was master of my body again and I reached up, pulled Gregory down to
against my chest and rolled us over so I was on top and with his legs
wrapped around my waist, I began to fuck his young butt as fast as I could.
     Gregory whinnied like a horse as I pumped his ass, my own ecstasy was
shaking me to the core.  I found myself feeling that this WAS me, I was
loving myself with my own cock and my own ass, and we were one, totally
one.  I WAS his future self.  I was!
     I rose to my climax slowly and majestically and Gregory felt my shaft
heating and saw my face flushing.  He reached up to touch my cheek and I
panted, "Oh, Gregory, I'm going to cream your sweet ass full to the brim
now.  Can I, can I shoot it up your hot young ass?"
     "Oh, yeah, yeah!"  He groaned.  "Do it, do it, Gregory, fuck me full!"
     "Here it comes!  AHH-AHHH-AHH, HAH-HOOOHHHHHHH!"  I thrust my cock
deep into his bowels and creamed hot and hard, an entire night's worth of
hot young male jizz and it was all Gregory's, buried deep in his ass.
"Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh!" I slumped down on him and his hands were holding my
buttocks and keeping me buried deep in him as I went down.
     "Oh, that was so good." Gregory sighed as he held me in his arms.
"That was so good."
     "It was more than good, it was totally freaking awesome." I agreed.
"I've never felt anything like that before."
     "No?" He said.
     I'd slipped and he'd caught me.  "You need to remember that I'm from
the future, and my past was different.  When we finish it up, it'll all
change and I'll remember then."
     "Oh." He said.  He was stiff, then he relaxed and his arms were around
me.  "Let's do this all weekend okay?  Over and over again?"
     "Sure thing, kid." I agreed.  "Over and over again."
     It was like a honeymoon, Gregory and I made love over and over again,
just short pauses while he fetched more food from the ever-indulgent Pedro,
who sent up a quart tub of chocolate ice cream, pastries, and a meal fit
for two.  I wondered at this, but Gregory swore he didn't know anything.  I
know Martin hadn't put him into the equation.
     At it had to, Sunday night came and the boy went downstairs to greet
his father.  While gone, Martin was pounding on the door.  I let him in and
he saw me naked again.  "What is wrong with you?" he demanded as he saw me.
     "Gregory insists on it." I said.  "And it's almost over."
     "That's what you think." he said.  "Parnell came home with no
briefcase.  Nothing.  I searched his car and he didn't bring home a damned
thing.  He must have left it at his office."
     "Oh." I digested this.  "Now what do we do?"
     Martin handed me a gun.  "You'll have to force him to give it to you."
He told me. "Then take care of him."  He nodded significantly.
     "I'm no killer." I swore at him.
     "No but you're a pedophile." Martin declared. "Up here naked all day
with a young boy, nobody will believe you were just playing around, they'll
think you molested him.  You do what we tell you or we'll have the police
on you."  Martin was bluffing but his threat was a little too close to the
truth.  If Gregory talked about us, even though I'd warned him to never
tell anyone....
     "What about my cut?" I asked suspiciously.
     "Fuck your cut.  You'll be lucky to get out of here without being
caught.  Now go do it while I keep the kid and Lena downstairs.  He's in
his bedroom."
     I took the gun, numbly.  He left me, naked but for the gun.  In the
silence I heard Mr. Parnell's door open and close.  I got dressed and took
the gun through the door to his bedroom.
     The police arrived a short time later and they started their arrests.
Martin and Lena that is, while I stood with Mr. Parnell and Gregory having
ice cream with a social worker in the kitchen out of hearing.  The
policeman was taking my statement while I explained my part in the crime.
"He gave me the gun and told me to force Mr. Parnell to reveal his bank
information, and then kill him.  I'm no killer.  I'm a ham actor and a
loser, but I'm not a killer.  I'll testify in court and everything else you
want.  I know I did wrong and I'm sorry, but I'm trying to make up for it."
     It wasn't that simple but two months later, it was all ironed out.  I
was on a two-year probation and in the custody of Mr. Parnell.  He had
offered me a job and a secure future.
     As the new "manny" for his son, I moved entirely into the family
residence.  Gregory still thinks I'm actually his future self, and that I
missed going back to the future.  Mr. Parnell is pretty old, over 80 years
old.  He's said that he's making me Gregory's guardian until he comes of
age.  Until then, it's me and Gregory sharing our lives, and when he gets
to be of age, he'll be the future self he wants to be.

[This story is a sample from my book "The Warm and Friendly Dark" available
for sale only at my website, the URL is below.  The story above has had
some modifications to it not affecting the storyline overall in order to
comply with Nifty's guidelines for publication.]  .
                             THE END
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