Date: Tue, 20 Oct 2020 06:58:43 +0300 From: Ursa Minor Subject: Pushing Boundaries 3 Hi there! I'm assuming y'all read the disclaimer in parts 1 and 2, so I'll keep just the most relevant parts here. The story is about to take the turn that was the most unexpected when my friend and I played it out (at least to this point -- as I write this, we're about six chapters ahead in our roleplay). I want you all to hear this EXTRA loud right now: bear in mind that it is, first and foremost, a STORY. The characters are imperfect, and not necessarily the best role models for what might constitute good behavior in any similar real life situations. Allowing their story to provoke thought on best ethical practices is encouraged, but blindly presuming that the answers that fit the characters are the answers that would fit any real life circumstance is just setting yourself (and probably others) up for catastrophic, painful failures. *Don't do that.* Yes, I'm aware that my friend is posting this elsewhere, with minor alterations. It is sweet that you guys are worried about my intellectual property, but it is being offered freely here on Nifty and I'm not worried about it. So for the record: *anyone* is welcome to alter or build off of this, write sequels/prequels, whatever you want to do. All that I ask (not demand, just ask) is that unless you're my friend, you link back to the original work here and make absolutely sure no one could mistake me as the author of your alterations. One final reminder: this chapter relies heavily upon a viewing of the 1993 film Exit to Eden, starring Rosie O'Donnell and Dan Aykroyd. I have tried my best to exposit the most relevant moments from the film without essentially retelling the story of it, but you may not understand the nuance of some things without seeing the film yourself. Hopefully it's not that big a deal. As always, be sure to tip your writers with verbal feedback (ursaminor@online.ee), and your hosts here at Nifty with financial feedback. Were it not for them, this site would not exist, and I'm quite sure that there are many stiflers of free speech out there who would prefer it didn't. Make sure Nifty's coffers are well armed against any potential attack. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=- RECAP: Gary has received an unexpected visit from a good old friend, Mike, and his preteen son, Tom. Tom has confessed that these troubles involve his mom's disapproval of sexual experimentation with another boy, and Gary has shared with Tom that his own sexuality caused some friction with Tom's mom in the past. Gary's teenaged friend-with-benefits, Kyle, has put the notion in Gary's head that Tom might be someone to get to know intimately, and Tom's emerging hormones are starting to push things in that direction... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=- After feeling like I could keep myself suppressed again, I stepped to the edge of the stairs and called up. "Can I interest you in a movie or a game, bud?" Tom appeared at the top of the stairs, looking down at me with those sparkling, soft green eyes of his. So cute. "Sure, what kinda movies or games do you have?" "Oh, a little of everything," I replied, smiling up at my houseguest from the bottom step. "Come explore your options if you'd like to choose." "Okay, Uncle Gary," he agreed, coming down the stairs. The use of my honorary familial term was a nice splash of cold water for me. Just because we shared a sexuality, I reminded myself, does not mean that we're necessarily gearing towards expressing it together. "I'm up for whatever," the impish little squirt replied, jumping the last couple of steps to land in front of me. "My phone needs to charge for a bit anyway." I could sense the lameness in my joke even as I delivered it, but I couldn't resist the casual inference regarding phone addiction in today's youth. "Ohhh no, a preteen with a dead phone? I'll make sure to speak well of you after you die from being disconnected from it." Okay, if I'm honest with myself, I was also maybe a little hurt by the idea that the phone would be a preferable interaction partner if it were fully charged, but I knew he didn't really mean it that way. Tom rolled his eyes at the phone joke and followed me to my computer, standing next to me. I sat down at it, opening one of its folders. "For movies I tend to lean towards the older ones, lots of great and awesome stuff you might not know about. Princess Bride? Classic." I gestured to the other side. "For games, I'm a few of the new ones mostly. Plenty of stuff on Epic, Origin and Steam. Yes, even Fortnite, since I assume that's something you play also." "Actually Dad showed me Princess Bride years ago!" Tom exclaimed. "And for your information, Minecraft is totally better than Fortnite." I gave a nonverbal cue of encouragement at the preference for Minecraft, pleased to hear that he had at least *some* sense of good taste. He stared at the list for a few more moments before throwing his hands up in indecision. "I dunno if I want to watch a whole movie right now... maybe you can just show me your favorite scene from a movie then I'll see if I want to watch the whole thing?" "Alright, I'll make you a deal," I replied mirthfully. "You choose a *type* of movie, like horror or comedy or drama or sci-fi, that sort of thing, and I'll pick a scene that I think can hook you." "Deal!" Tom said gleefully. He pondered for a moment, suddenly blurting out, "I choose porno!" He giggled with a naughty grin, watching for my reaction. Somehow, I managed not to draw any attention down to my pants. I gave him an 'oh really' kind of look, snickering. "Well, it may shock you to know that I don't actually have any porn movies, I prefer stories for that sort of thing." I made a mental note to introduce him to the Nifty Erotic Stories Archive at some point in the future. "But I suppose 'Exit to Eden' might come close..." I slipped over to YouTube and loaded up the opening scene. Tom watched with intrigue as the opening scene of the movie played, in which the boy on screen knocked over a bowl deliberately. His jaw dropped as the boy's pants were pulled down and he was spanked by the big-breasted woman. He looked at me, shocked, all kinds of questions obviously starting to run through his head, and that was the first indication that I had perhaps made a mistake. I had chosen the movie because it had a scene of a boy expressing himself sexually, which I figured would help Tom to feel less alienated. But I hadn't really thought through the bondage fetish in that particular character's sexual journey. As it turned out, it was the first of many things I hadn't considered about the way the movie's plot would interact with my young nephew's brain. However, his shock turned quickly to amusement as the boy on screen grinned, obviously enjoying the spanking. "Oh my god that is funny! What in the heck is this movie about?" "International jewel thieves, believe it or not," I replied, trying to seem oblivious or unconcerned with the new thought lines that the clip's implications might have opened up for Tom. "But they hide out at a sex island so the cops chasing them have to go undercover to the island to catch them. It's sort of a long story, but, y'know... closest thing to porn I've got." With a look that is half-sympathetic and half-teasing, I added, "It's all straight couplings though, I'm afraid." If I was hoping that would discourage him, I'd further achieved the opposite. "Straight couplings? Jewel thieves? A sex island? That is the weirdest description of a movie I've ever heard. I HAVE to find out how the heck this all ties together!" Tom looked around the room, and then glanced back at me. "Where can we watch it?" I gestured to the chairs. "Either right here, or if you'd prefer the couch for seating I can stream it over to the TV in the living room." "Ummm maybe the couch would be more comfy." Tom says, hopping over to the living room couch and lounging back. "Can you stream it?" I went through the process of setting up the technical magic. It had been awhile since I bothered; usually I just watched movies at my computer, and I didn't really have company often. I was glad to make the connection since I presumed Mike would be interested in watching a movie before bedtime. Tasks complete, I started the movie and settled in on the other side of the couch. Tom giggled through the repeat of the spanking scene, and I smirked at him. "Guess you and Marky never got around to *that*, huh..." I teased. "Naaah," Tom replied, completely unphased by the dig at him and Marky. "I bet he would like being spanked, though, it can be fun!" At the time, I didn't make much of his observation, but later I wondered whether Tom's remark was based on viewing the boy on screen being spanked, or if there was some other basis for it. The boy made the obvious comment as the scene cut to an adult with a similar accent being interviewed. "So that guy is the kid just older I guess?" "Yup," I acknowledged. The movie established its plot as diamonds were smuggled into the country at the airport, and the protagonist inadvertently took a picture of the thieves. The thieves brought them to a strip club to be passed off to a buyer during the show. Tom stared at the strippers, excitedly commenting, "Well I guess this IS pretty much a porno!" I found myself admiring the naievety of youth, to think that a few scantily clad women on poles qualified as actual pornography. "Nah, this is nothing. Porno gets *way* more intense." I jabbed the boy's ribs playfully. "Besides, nothing there gonna get YOU excited, right?" I teased. "I mean I've seen porn before!! It's just not every day I get to watch it with my Uncle Gary" Tom says with a devilish grin before continuing, "I kinda thought the movie was going to involve that boy and jewel thieves on a um, what did you say... sex island?" At the mention of my name, I felt obliged to give Tom an affectionate rustling of the hair. "Well I'm happy we can bond." At the question, I gestured to the screen. "Just watch, you'll see, it'll make sense." With that, we watched in silence for awhile. The jewel thieves and the police planned their attempts to get to the photographer, who was on his way to an island resort to explore his bondage fantasies. The rampant display of female brests on the ship as the passengers begin removing their clothing reminded me of just how explicit the movie got, and I gave myself a mental slap. Thank goodness Mike and I are close, because showing this movie to any other kid would be a hard thing to explain! I wasn't even sure Linda would be completely kosher with me showing it to Kyle, who is far older than eleven at this point. When the submissives ran up the beach with their chains on, I couldn't help but glance over at Tom to see what he was making of all the ritual and ceremony. He was wide-eyed and glued to the screen, the wheels in his brain (and judging from the small tent in his jeans, in other places) turning at a fever pace. I started to feel like a man strapped in to the roller coaster seat -- too late to turn back, unsure of the twists and turns ahead. After the mistress of the island gave an introductory speech, Tom turned back over to look at me, and I did my best to pretend I hadn't been staring at him. "Do places like this actually exist?" "Probably," I acknowledged. "Hang on, this next part might interest you particularly." I pointed to the citizens in their gold speedos, the first time the movie really put the male form on decent display as well as the female. The movie progressed further, and introduced a lecture discussion among the women regarding the existence of safe words. "Ohhh a safe word!" Tom cried out knowingly, recognition clear in his voice. I tried (unsuccessfully) to keep the smirk off of my face as, all serious, I pointed out, "Always a good thing to have in lots of situations. Like knowing an adult is safe to pick you up from school or something." "My favorite's banana," the boy blurted out, looking over at me. There were multiple reasons to be surprised. That he had a safeword. That he had a *favorite* safeword. But what struck me the most amusing was that he had MY safeword. "Wow, banana. Guess it's almost like we really are related, in some ways." He didn't ask me to elaborate, so I let it go and we continued watching the movie. The next part that made me curious about his reaction was when the submissive assigned to the female undercover officer -- by bizarre coincidence, also a redhead named Tom -- whispered to her about having a "specialty". The movie didn't reveal what it was at that moment, but I remembered that it was toe-sucking, at which point I involuntarily shifted my eyes down to Tom's sock-covered feet. By coincidence, at that moment he scooted up on the couch, bringing his legs up and letting his feet land in the middle of the couch, just shy of my side. I started to feel a stirring in me, an urge to pull those legs over his lap and start massaging those small, smooth feet. Would there be any harm in it? I suppressed the idea for the moment, mulling it over in my head. The movie, flashing back to the young mistress first being exposed to the world of bondage by having her teacher order her to remove her clothing, was most definitely not helping. During a break after the "master - submissive" chat, Tom asked, without glancing away from the movie, "Can someone be both a 'master' and a 'submissive'?" He tried to make it sound like an offhanded, casual question, but the timbre of his voice implied that it was anything but. You would think that a question like that would turn me on, but philosophy has always been a safe refuge for me when hormones are wrestling with me. A chance to shut up the little brain by engaging the big one, if you will. So I considered the question for a few moments on its merits, attempting to answer as well as I could despite limited experience with the world of bondage myself. "I would imagine so," I ultimately replied. "That 'happy medium' that the officer was talking about." Partly for amusement and partly to break the erotic tension beginning to fill the room, I responded to the mistress' statement about liking big butts by asking Tom, "So how about you? You a butt man?" Tom was giggling a bit in that boyish, outlandish-situations-are-funny kind of way at the scene, which turned into open laughter right after I asked the question. "Ummmm I like butts sometimes, I guess. What about you?" Whoops! I broke my rule -- never ask a question you don't want to answer yourself. Momentarily caught off guard by the throwback question, I realized that I had almost forgotten that my nephew was now aware of my sexuality. Still, the answer came easily enough. "Nah. More of a leg man, really. Legs and... and the way the shoulders curve against the neck, that slender angle. I love that." I winced a bit as I finished, in a way that I hoped would sound to him like just being horny. The real reason was that the slender angle of the shoulder curve that I'd described was a trait in boys, not men, who tended to become more perpendicular as puberty hit. I was reasonably sure he wouldn't make the connection, but it was still a potential mistake to put it out there. After my reply, Tom shifted around a little uncomfortably during the hot and heavy scene directly following the butt scene, clearly wrestling with his own hormonal issues as he kept tugging at the waistband of his jeans to relieve the building pressure there. "That sounds really nice too," he replied, breathily. As the movie began to go through the motions of a short time lapse, he turned over to looks at me again, and this time I didn't bother trying to hide that I'd been looking at him. "Umm Gary, is there a blanket I could cover up with? Its maybe a little cold in here..." I raised an eyebrow. Wit warred with good sense in my head again, and again, wit won out. "Cold? Seems like it's pretty hot at the moment," I joked, glancing suggestively at the boy's jeans and letting out a slight chuckle. "But yeah, sure, I'll nab a blanket." As I got up to get one, that submissive flashed on the screen again, and I decided to comment on the coincidence I'd noticed earlier. Tom blushed, either at the coincidence or at my comment about his hormonal state (probably the latter). I took a moment to breathe and let the tension out of my own body as I gathered the blanket. Then, as if daring my psyche to defy me that this was anything other than an innocent movie with my nephew, I scooped up Tom's legs as I sat down and placed them over my lap, with a mirthful, "Free seat belt!" comment, putting the blanket over both of us. Tom giggled a bit as his sock covered feet draped over my legs and relaxed again under the cover of the blanket. The next part of the movie was a race, in which the protagonist hoped to win an audience with the mistress by performing well. During the race, I found myself semi-idly starting to massage Tom's feet, though through both socks and blanket, there wasn't exactly a ton of pressure. Despite the earlier urge to do so, it wasn't entirely conscious on my part -- for years, Kyle had had his feet in that exact position, and massaging them was just the automatic thing to do. Muscle memory. Tom, for his part, moved his feet closer to my hands, expressing enjoyment at the touch. Ten more minutes passed, and the throwaway line arrived in which toe-sucking was acknowledged as the submissive's specialty. Tom's feet wiggled under my hands at that, and as though a subconscious switch was flipped, I slid my hands under the blanket for a more direct massage of the boys toes. I didn't look at the boy, eyes on the screen, but it started to occur to me exactly what I was doing. And what the potential implications were, in this context. Tom glanced over at me, not pulling back at first as I massaged his feet through his socks. Suddenly he pulled his feet up toward him, his knees tenting the blanket as they go up, and I felt a sudden flutter of despair as I began to think that I had made him uncomfortable. But then there was a rustling under the blanket, and he draped his legs back over mine. His feet, smacking my hands as though to get their attention, no longer had any cloth covering them. The unspoken order was very clear, and of course, I obeyed it, using the new opportunity to really get into the grooves between Tom's toes and giving each naked little piggy its due attention. With the cloth of the socks no longer a barrier zone, the massage does also eventually venture a little further, to include the youngster's ankles and the spot just under the cuff of his jeans. Tom suddenly pulled his legs back up again, this time the blanket coming with him, and wrapped the blanket around him as he stood up. "I have to pee again! Can you pause the movie, I'll be RIGHT BACK!" The cute little redhead scurried out of the room and up the stairs. I obligingly paused the movie, concerned again somewhat that I might have overstepped my bounds with his nephew. Especially since he was running right near a perfectly good downstairs bathroom to run up those stairs. Still, the more comedic part of my brain couldn't resist the obvious opening. "Well try not to get any on the blanket!" Tom came back just a minute later, still wrapped in the blanket, falling back down in the same spot on the couch. "OK you can unpause it!!" he said, smiling at me, draping his legs and the blanket back over my lap. I unpaused the movie, but I guess I hadn't remembered to start massaging again, because after about thirty seconds I felt the telltale kick from him to remind me of my duty to continue. Unable to keep the smile off my face, I went back to work, enjoying that special spot right under the arch of his foot where the skin felt the most soft. I knew that I could tickle the shit out of him if I wanted to, and that's probably where half the arousal came from. The thought that the boy was trusting me that much to provide him pleasure and not take advantage. It's the closest legal expression of that sort of sexual experience available. To feel the balls of his feet, the tender muscles in his ankles, the smoothness of his calves under his... wait. Wait. My hands moved beyond the spot where I'd been blocked off earlier, caressing the naked flesh of his lower knees. The realization hit me like a freight train suddenly lurching from zero to ninety. ***His jeans were not there anymore.*** The moment I realized that the clothing had gone missing, I subtly adjusted the frisky boy's legs to be a little further down on my own. Largely because, while my ministrations hadn't been "serious" in terms of sexual expression before, the sudden realization that this young preteen might've been sending accepting signals caused an instant, extreme erection that threatened to strain my shorts loose. Taking a few deep breaths, I slowly and deliberately kept my massage up, stopping just below Tom's knee. Curiousity tugged at my brain - exactly how far up could I go and still find nothing but skin in response? Were there shorts there now, or was there underwear, or would I find nothing but mounds of juicy warm flesh? But I refused to test the waters further than that. Restraint, I insisted within my own mind. Restraint. The erotic breakfast scene playing out on the screen, again, failed to help matters any. I could hear Tom's breathing get a little heavier as my hands slid up the boys smooth lower legs, and when I started to move back down, my eager recipient straightened out, extending his legs to move my hands up above his knees and moving his feet up closer to my thigh. Clearly, he was sending signals as insistent as they were accepting. In doing so, his foot dealt a glances blow to my turgid member, clearly unexpectedly, as he reacted with the same fervor as he might have if he'd touched a stove. Welp, cat out of bag on that one. I wasn't worried about my erection startling him -- his legs were still on my lap, he was still showing a subtle insistence through flexing those legs that he wanted me to keep massaging, and he was already starting to slowly inch his foot back towards me. That was okay, though... the movie was almost over. All I had to do was just run the clock, counting on the sexual tension between us to break when the movie did. So went my logic as, with my left hand, I nabbed the offending foot and gently started massaging it again while keeping it away from my boner. With my right, I scooped up under Tom's left thigh and massaged the muscle from the back, yielding to the kid's request while simultaneously giving myself more control to put a stop to the scoot ups. Of course, I was now high enough on him to be sure of the fact that there were no shorts on his little body -- my hand was too high up on his thigh to have possibly avoided any that might be present. That meant either underwear or nothing. It wasn't surprising to notice that Tom was barely paying much attention to the movie anymore, his head thrown back and eyes closed, enjoying the massaging. Still, I managed to keep the status quo until the movie's final line, which I repeated: "No matter what your sexual preference, true love is still the ultimate fantasy." That was a line I was hoping that he'd hear, in fact part of the reason why the movie sprang to my mind. I patted the underside of Tom's thigh, saying, "Remember that, buddy." It was the message a young boy struggling with acceptance of his sexuality needed to have imprinted on him. Of course, in the age old simpler times of ninety minutes prior, I had not considered that his sexuality would involve me as directly as it currently did. Then I took my hands off the kid and scooted quickly into the kitchen, relying on the refrigerator door to cover me up as I nabbed another bottle of water. "So, what did you think?" I asked, calling out to him. "It was pretty good," I heard him say, the edge of disappointment obvious in his voice. "You're right though, it wasn't really porn!" Deep breath, deep breath. Looking down and finding myself only half-hard, I decided that would have to do. I grabbed another bottle of water for him and came back into the room. He had a pouty look on his face, and he'd pulled one leg up on the couch to expose the bare knee on the other. There was a needy look in his eyes as, with a slight giggle, he added, "I think I liked your hands more than the movie, though." I nibbled on my lip. So much for just letting it go unspoken. He slowly retook my seat, Tom instantly putting his legs back, but I kept my hands down at the feet only, just holding them rather than massaging them. "It was nice," I admitted easily, affection in my voice, tempered by a twinge of uncertainty. "I used to give massages like that with my friend group, it's been a long time." It actually *had* been a long time since Kyle had just laid back on his lap for a friendly foot massage. Lately we were in each other's arms and out of our clothes within minutes of his arrival. How had I not noticed that before? I tipped my head back and forth a bit, focusing on Tom again. "Might not have been the best combination with the choice of movie, though. Not the... association I intended, if you get what I mean." "Well it felt really good," Tom insisted, looking at me directly. "I don't care about the `association', whatever that means." He went quite a moment, pensive, and I thought for a moment that he might let it go at that. But I was already coming to appreciate that this precocious boy wasn't the type to just let things go. "I think the movie said something like.. um, nothing can be wrong as long as we both say its ok, right?" Again, as the conversation wends its way towards philosophical debate, I began to feel more confident that we could arrive at the right answer in that way. "Actually, what she said was that it's okay if it's not hurting anybody. Which I agree, a comfortable leg massage hurts no one." I hesitated a moment myself, unsure whether I wanted to broach the subject out loud... but then, this boy was courageous enough to speak his mind concerning how the contact made him feel. A no speak rule would do neither of us any good. "Was that... all you were looking for?" Tom blushed at my question, confidently declaring, "No. I didn't want you to stop..." Then he pushed his foot forcefully away from my hand, and once free gently moved it toward my pelvis again, searching for the hardness he felt earlier until his little foot found my half-hard penis. "And I don't think that's all you wanted either," he asserted, smiling at me. Fuck.