Message-ID: <223303Z03061995@anon.penet.fi> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an272013@anon.penet.fi X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Reply-To: an272013@anon.penet.fi Date: Sat, 3 Jun 1995 22:24:52 UTC Subject: New Story: Tommy (pedo) Lines: 89 My cabin is deep in the woods, in the middle of the 1,000 acres I own in northern Michigan near Cadillac. It is as rustic as those cabins of the pioneers 150 years ago. I'm rich. I could afford a mansion, but I like my cabin. It reminds me of my youth, when I would come to my father's cabin in Wisconsin. My brothers, my father and I would fish and hunt and exalt in being free in the wild. When I found myself, after so many years of constant work, with more money than I could ever spend, I bought this property and built this simple cabin. My sons are grown; successful professionals with their own families. My wife died five years ago. I relish the solitude of my cabin in the forest. In the suburbs north of Detroit I have, in fact, a mansion. But I am happiest here in the woods. On a late Spring day, after having surveyed the developing dogwoods with my dog Toby, I returned to the cabin, eagerly looking forward to a lunch of Cambell's pork and beans and a glass of Stolichnaia. When I entered, I immediately saw another person in the small, single room of the cabin. A small figure, dirty and ragged. It was a boy, between twelve and perhaps fourteen years of age. He cowered in a corner, looking up at me. Toby snarled menacingly. The boy cringed and wimpered. I calmed Toby and pulled the boy to his feet. He stank! I knew better than to shout at him. We had a serious problem here. I told him that if he would go outside and bathe at the wash basin at the side of the house, I would fix lunch for him. I admonished him to get the stink off of him. Toby accompanied him outside, sniffing. As I fixed the pork and beans, another can added for the company, I glanced out the window and saw the boy naked, washing himself. I was pleased that he was at least intelligent enough to understand my first concern. By the time he reentered the cabin, he and Toby were life long friends. His clothes smelled, but he was clean. We would have to wash his clothes. We ate in silence and I sipped my vodka. When I asked how he had come to be in my cabin, it was as if I had pushed a button. He spewed out his tale of woe and would not stop. He had run away from a boy's home, where he had been placed after a series of foster homes. He was an orphan. He had been too unruly in foster care, and so he was placed, as it were, in a child's prison without bars. He did not fit in and the other boys taunted and persecuted him. The nine to five employees could not have cared less, however much he pleaded. He ran away. He was thirteen. His name is Tommy. He first hitch-hiked north. But when a man, who had given him a ride, began to fondle his thigh and seemed to be menacing, he ceased asking others for rides and walked this far, over one hundred miles. After lunch I gave him a long, plaid wool shirt and told him to take his clothes down to the nearby stream and wash them, because they smelled so bad. To my surprise he disrobed in front of me, put on the shirt and took his clothes in a bundle down to the stream, a bar of soap in his hand. I did not notice his naked body; I was disinterested. He returned and hung his wet clothes on tree limbs to dry in the afternoon sun. He came over and stood before me, as if he were awaiting further instructions. He was a cute kid, especially in that shirt, which hung down only to his upper thighs. We talked, sitting on a bench near the cabin door. He was obviously intelligent. He did not speak kid shit, but full sentences, usually grammatically. Toby sniffed under his shirt. The boy and the dog played together the rest of the afternoon and into the evening, when his clothes were finally dry. The world darkened and it became time for bed. The cabin had just one bed, so we shared it. The bed was a bit tight for two persons, but we adjusted and soon we fell asleep. In the middle of the night I half awoke; the boy's arm was around me, his body pressed against mine. I slept again. In the morning Tommy jumped out of bed, full of life. I lay abed and watched him play with Toby. He was clad just in his shorts. He was gorgeous, and my penis began to rise. I had a strange feeling, looking at his boyish beauty. I wondered why I felt this way, sexually attracted to another male. Tommy, seeing that I was awake, jumped onto the bed and rough housed with me. I was distracted by my feelings for him, although I entered into the play, in the course of which I found my hands on his soft body. I was troubled. Tommy did not make things easier, when he snuggled me and kissed me on the lips. It was an innocent child's kiss. Almost unthinking, I fondled his chest and then his soft thighs; my cock was engorged. The more I touched him, the more deeply he kissed me. I was soon kissing his body and he was sighing. My mouth surveyed him from forehead to toes, and back up the insides of his legs. He squirmed in pleasure. I was in quite a state, impassioned. I tore down his shorts and plunged his slender cock into my mouth and sucked. He soon came and squirted streams of his semen into my mouth. I did not know what to do with it. I spit it into my hand, used it to lubricate my raging cock, and thigh fucked him to an explosive orgasm. As I lay on the bed, spent, confused and appalled at what I had just done, Tommy carressed my body and kissed me deeply. He stroked my troubled head and murmured into my ear. I came to love this boy, although we never had sex again, even remotely. I sponsored him through school, university and graduate school. He now has his own family, and I am always welcome at his table. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. If you reply to this message, your message WILL be *automatically* anonymized and you are allocated an anon id. Read the help file to prevent this. Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.penet.fi.