Date: Thu, 18 Apr 2024 01:27:28 +0000 From: Berenice Subject: Spark in his eye - Chapter 1 Preface Please donate to Nifty. What a wonderful outlet for us guys with shared interests. This entire story is fictional. 100% fictional. We are in a sad state of affairs if writing words on a page constitutes criminality but if we are to stay sane, we must be able to share these fantasies with each other. Fantasies are not real. Just read the book the Erotic Mind by Jack Morin. Fantasies are like gateways into our deeper selves and realities. If we attend to them in the correct way, we can use them to set us free from old wounds. This is the reason that I write stories and I hope you are able to get something out of them. As far as pederasts go, you should keep your paws off boys bums! Do you realise the power a single finger can make to a boy's life? All it takes is one finger up his bum and WHAM! he is suddenly paying thousands of dollars on therapy to undo the effects. Take it from the millions of teachers, coaches, swim instructors, neighbours, uncles that have found their fingers slowly entering a very tight boy hole. It feels great at the time but can lead to years of trouble. So, jerk off all you like to stories of rampant pederastic boy man sex but keep it to fantasies and leave little boy's bottom's for what they are supposed to be for... their older brothers cocks. The following fictional story is about the seduction of a young black boy by an early 30s white man so if you're into that sort of stuff get your cocks out and start stroking now. There are 4 chapters, all of which have been written. ---------- Chapter 1 Yet again, Robert woke up in a cold sweat. His room was still dark as the sun hadn't peaked over the horizon. His thoughts remained in the underworld. He had just dreamt of a father washing his son in the bath, which could be a perfectly normal occurrence, except that in the dream, the boy stuck his smooth ass over the water to reveal his very tight boy hole. When Robert looked back at the father, he was fully erect and poking his cock out. Day after day, he would wake up with from similar dreams that would make his cock hard, boys, boys, boys, boys, boys, always boys, sometimes men but mostly boys. He loved men too but he had never really admitted to himself that he was such a deep seated p*do for boys. Robert wasn't rough or violent or interested in any kind of abuse but he couldn't control his attraction to boys. Beautiful boys, young and radiant, of all different nationalities would enter his mind like angels. These images troubled him and the arousal became sour making him lose his erection. Each and every morning this would occur and he hadn't cum for weeks because of it. Luckily his job kept him busy, where he managed a large team and didn't have much time to think about what had happened four months ago, an event that ignited this flame within him. He was afraid that the flame was burning him up from the inside. -------- FOUR MONTHS EARLIER Robert decided to take a holiday to Thailand with his two girl friends. They were a group of three in their early 30s and less interested in seeing temples or caves and were more than happy to stay by the pool at the resort. They mostly swam in the open pools outside, where there were swim up bars and plenty of places to go. However, the entire trip, boys caught Robert's eye, very cute boys, some local Thai boys with their beautiful muscly compactness and very responsive bulges. Or it was the white boys from Australia, running around in their wet, clinging shorts, hiding their bits but revealing them at the same time. Robert was so confused as to why such a thing would gather so much of his attention. The Frenchboys caught most of his attention because they wore speedos and much skimpier swimwear. During the course of their stay in the resort, they met many people around the bar, chatting and drinking with the occasional dance or sight seeing trip thrown in. Grand plans were often made by the pool's edge with a drink in fist but they didn't often eventuate the next day when the hangover kicked in officially. One evening a new woman came to the resort. A black woman from the United States. There were Arab boys and Australian and European and some Asian boys but there were no black boys floating about the pool for Robert to ogle at. And at this point, Robert's eye (attached straight to his cock) was greedy for as much boy skin as possible and he wanted as much variety as he could get. Robert wanted the full assortment of boy bums and bulges. He was on holiday and feeling very very greedy. Robert's first thought on seeing the black woman was whether she had a son, what age, sexuality, height. Why was he thinking such things? He had no interest in whether they had daughters. He also wanted to know if the woman was alone or whether her big black hunk of a husband would come out after her. Nothing, no father, no wayward son. She must be single, thought Robert. To his surprise, the black woman entered the pool right next to where Robert and his friends were drinking. Judging by her smile alone, she was signalling her desire for a conversation. "Hi there" Robert said, holding up his drink. "Oh hi!" Returned the woman. As she spoke, she slipped on the stone and fell into the water in one go, causing her to gulp at the cold sensations on her warm skin. "Nice isn't it?" Said Robert's friend giggling. "Beautiful!" Replied the black woman, now bobbing under the water. Robert asked the woman if she wanted to join them for a drink for which she accepted. "I'm Robert. What's your name?" "Sandra! Nice to meet you" said Sandra. Pleasantries were exchanged with Robert's friends and they ordered their first round together. After many hours of drinking and making far too much noise, the pool was closed and they were too loaded to end it there. "Let's go out or something!" Said Robert's other friend. A silence hung in the air for a moment as they all looked at each other to gage whether they should keep partying, particularly seeing as they would have to get ready. Sandra looked up at all three of them and smiled. "Oh fuck it. Come back to my suite!" "Suite!" Said Robert, in a fancy mocking voice for which they all laughed. "Come on!" Said Sandra. She took their hands and they walked out of the pool area. "Oh shit! I forgot to mention my son is in the suite but I can just feed him and send him to bed" said Sandra. When Sandra made mention of her son, it was like a lightning bolt had been thrown from Zeus straight into Robert's body. "You didn't mention you had a son!" Robert said "Oh, honestly, its just so nice to have some adults to talk too!" Said Sandra, "Remind me never to go on an adult vacation with a nearly teenage boy again." Nearly teenage boy. Nearly, thought Robert. Another shot into Robert's drunk system. He was more horny than he had ever been, mostly because of the eye candy at the pool, with all those sexy boys flashing their beautiful round bottoms and the allure of their heavenly holes inside. But mostly at the thought of Sandra's boy inside the suite, probably humping his hard teen cock into a bed or couch somewhere while his mother was out. "He's just never present. He's lost the spark in his eye" said Sandra. Spark in the eye, thought Robert, interesting. "How long are you all here for Sandra?" Asked Robert, nonchalantly. Sandra opened the door to the suite and kept the door open as they filed inside the grand room. "We booked right through the holidays!" Sandra said. "I can see why you got a suite now!" Said Robert, looking around at the grand and tastefully stylish suite. Americans in Thailand are able to live like kings and Sandra was really going all in. He knew his mission. A nearly teenaged (he must ask about the age but he was nervous too) boy, a black boy. He dreamed of a smooth ass with a perfect hole, beautifully pink when you spread it wide open. Black boys, of course, have a way with their cocks and it excited Robert to consider the thought of a nearly teenaged black boy cock in his face. How many hairs did he have above his cock, Robert wondered? How many fingers had he already tried to put in his own hole? How many uncles had gotten their grubby hands onto his body. None, Robert hoped. That's it, thought Robert, he was determined to find the sparkle in that boys eye. He wanted to see crystals in the young black boy's sweet lustrous eyes. Now, when was he going to get a good look at him?