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 Daren Peters new story: TIME TRAVEL TO DO MYSELF, Mb, Fb, ped, cons

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   Chapter One - A One Way Trip

   I knew it was a one way trip, which my only hope of ever coming back
would be long after my life was over, so what good was even thinking about
it?  The whole system was a nightmare for most but for what I had in mind,
it would be perfect.  Few people had ever gone back in time and, of course,
no one had been able to return until last year.  Most believed they didn't
survive the trip until Dr.  Rogers did his 3 day trip and we had two of him
for a few days.



   I guess I should explain the system.  If you saw the movie "The Fly",
you'd have some idea what it was like, except it didn't look anything like
that at all, just the idea was similar.  And it didn't move you molecularly
from one spot to another; in fact that was most of the problem.  You didn't
move at all.  You just stayed in the exact same spot and appeared there in
the past.  It was after the Doc did his trip that I knew exactly what I
wanted.

   I was working in accounting at General Molecular, so I knew all about
the system.  It took me almost a year to embezzle the money and technology
that I needed.  I was headed back in time over 50 years, back to a time
when a mansion of a home cost $!00,000; when a fabulous sports car cost
$5000; when a 15 year old boy I knew about would be easy to have.  In fact,
the boy was me.

   Everything in the "box" would appear in the same physical space.  I
entered the capsule wearing simple clothes; things I knew would not attract
undue attention.  But there were other issues.  Money was a potential
problem.  I was not able to accumulate old dollars.  When I arrived fifty
years in the past, I would not have transportation and everything that I
took with me would just be laying on the ground.  Hopefully, at least. 
Each trip required moving the lab to where you were going to appear.  It
was not an easy task.  And what if you chose the wrong spot?  You could
show up in the middle of, well, who knows?

   I did my homework on values.  I considered gold and eliminated it. 
Fifty years ago an ounce of gold was pegged at $35, plus gold is heavy. 
For value, I chose diamonds.  For investment, I took chips - not potato
chips or buffalo chips, I took semiconductor chips.  Those I knew I could
sell to Motorola; I also took a business plan and an idea.  Those I could
sell to a guy named Sam who lived in Arkansas.  There were some things I
knew I would miss - my cell phone and computer especially.  There were no
people I would miss; the only ones that ever meant anything to me would be
there - or near - when I arrived.

   Immediately after entering the system, I found out its margin of error.
I'd set the time and date carefully; and emerged 17 days later than
planned. Guess that wasn't bad for 50 years.  But instead of showing up on
the Kalmus Park Beach on June 15, when the beach would be empty, I arrived
at 9 a.m.  on the second of July, the busiest weekend of the year on Cape
Cod.  I'd returned to Hyannis, my boyhood home.  The 3 girls lying on their
beach towels jumped like they`d been shot when I appeared between two of
them.  But being stupid girls, as most are, they thought I'd just been
flirting with them.  I quickly walked away.

   I was less than 200 yards from where my young self was.  The thought of
seeing me as a kid gave me an instant boner.  As a boy I was smart, skinny,
loved beating off, loved letting men suck my dick, and would take it up my
ass every once in awhile if the right guy was doing me.  And I knew all my
own hot buttons.  My dream was going to come true.

   I had zero dollars and an old 40 pound backpack that I had picked up at
an army surplus store.  Knowledge of the past would show me the way.  I
knew who to look for - an elderly Jewish lady that spent her summers
nearby. She bought one of my diamonds for $300, a steal for her, but the
money to buy it for me had been stolen so I didn't care.  I had enough cash
to last a week.  That much money went a long way back then.

   I checked into the Yachtsman Hotel, a classic 4 star on the beach where
I worked as a bellboy.  I let me carry my backpack to the room.  "So your
name is Tommy?" I asked as if I didn't know.

   "Yes, sir." The boy me answered.  I looked at the young boy, wondering
if he had beat his sweet meat that morning, or if he'd just come down from
the hotel's 3rd floor attic where I knew he frequently went to jack off.

   "So's mine." I told him.  "How old are you, about 15?"

   "Yes, sir.  I'll be 16 in September right after the season is over.  Are
you staying long?"

   "Yes, I think I will be.  I'd like to stay awhile.  Do you know a place
I could rent for the season?" I longed to tell him that I was him in 50
years but there was no way he would understand that so I didn't.

   "Oh, yes, sir.  I stay with my grandparents real close.  They have a
cottage you could rent." Hehehe, as if I didn't know.

   "Tell you what, Tommy, drop by after you get off work and maybe you and
I can have dinner together.  Afterwards we can stop by and let me take a
look at the place." His eyes lit up.  He loved it when a man took interest
in him.  He'd been without a man in the family since his father was killed
in a traffic accident three years earlier, just a couple of days after the
old man had first sucked his little dick.  His mother had pretty much lost
it then and somehow blamed Tommy for it.  She had thrown herself into her
work and was delighted to shuffled Tommy off to her parents last summer. 
He'd enjoyed it so much she'd let him come again this year.  It was working
here at the hotel that Tommy had learned men like little boys.  He had
become addicted to man/boy sex.  Now another man this early in the season
wanted to spend time with him.  He felt his little dick getting hard.  He
hoped this man would like him.

   I unpacked my backpack, carefully concealing my stash of diamonds under
the carpet in the corner of the room.  I'd have to be careful with them. 
The microchips were of little concern as no one here would have any idea
what they were and the business plan was no problem.  Each would have its
time in turn.  I stripped down and lay across the bed and began to slowly
masturbate, thinking about the little boy who just left, the little boy I
would have in my arms and my mouth and my bed later in the evening.  My
orgasm was stupendous, shooting a hot load up to my face, better than any I
had experienced in years.

   At 7 pm, I heard a light knock on my door.  "Come in", I called as I
stepped out of the shower.  I wanted Tommy to see me naked right away, my
dick standing hard and tall in anticipation.  I had only jacked off once
thinking about him, wanting to save it for his tight buttocks.

   "Uh, sorry," Tommy said, seeing me dripping wet and hard.  He couldn't
take his eyes off my dick.  "It's OK, Tommy.  In fact, I was hoping you
would take a shower with me." I watched my childhood eyes grow wide, a
broad grin slowly spreading across his young face.

   "You sure?" the boy asked.

   "Yes, of course, Tommy.  I know what boys like.  I was the same as you
when I was a kid." That was as close as I could get to the truth.  "I bet
you like having men touch you and suck your dick, don't you?" No sense in
wasting any time.  I knew what the boy's answer would be.  "You can suck
mine if you want."

   The young Tommy hesitated for a minute.  "You won't tell anybody?" he
asked.  Damn, I'd missed that.  I should have said that to him.

   "Of course not, Tommy.  You and I can be sexy with each other all summer
if you want.  I can take you places, we can do things together, I can buy
you stuff.  I'll even let you dress like a girl when you feel like it.  And
we can be lovers, if that's OK with you." I'd hit all his hot buttons.  I'd
just offered the child of me exactly what I had craved as a boy.  He
crossed the room and wrapped his arms around me.  Our lips met in a tender
kiss that quickly turned passionate, his smooth young tongue probing my
mouth, his cool hands reaching for my dick.  I reached his firm butt cheeks
and probed for his boy cunt.

   The kiss seemed to last forever.  I had never had one better and I knew
he had not either.  I pulled his white Yachtsman uniform shirt off and
tossed it on the bed.  He was busy undoing his shorts and dropped them to
the floor as he kicked off his sandals.  I tucked my fingers into the
waistband of his undershorts and roughly, quickly pushed them down.  I had
not remembered how small my dick was as a boy.  It was not more than 4
inches and not that big around.  I dropped to my knees and swallowed all he
had.  I took his dick and balls all into my mouth with more love than
anyone could imagine.  My tongue stroked his shaft with utmost love and
desire to please.  The boy came almost immediately, humping his crotch
firmly into my willing face.  I eagerly swallowed all his delicious cum.

   Tommy stood there feeling like the top of his head was going to blow
off, dizzy as hell.  He fell back on the bed and spread his legs.  "Fuck
me, mister.  You can fuck me hard." He brought his knees up to his
shoulders, his hairless pink bum hole already opening in anticipation of
being fucked.  I went down on it, spitting deeply into his hole, shoving my
tongue inside the young boy, loving his taste, licking him in places I knew
I loved to be licked and appreciated.  My cock had never been harder. 
Pinning the boy to the bed, I shoved my dick into his mouth.

   "Get it wet, boy, I'm going to fuck you like the little girl I know you
are." He took me in his mouth and stroked it with his tongue, wetting it
for us to enjoy.

   "Yes, treat me like a girl, mister.  I'll be your girl.  Fuck me,
please. Do me hard." I couldn't wait another second, my cock throbbed to be
in him.  I forced his knees into his shoulders and aimed my cock at his
anus.  It opened for me, let me in, and welcomed me.  I shoved against the
small opening and the head of my cock popped in.  He winced in pain.  I
stopped for a moment to allow him to adjust, then I shoved it home.  All
the way to the hilt.  I was in me, knowing what wonderful pleasure both the
little boy me and the big me were having.  Nothing could ever satisfy
either of us more than being together.  No cunt or ass had ever felt so
wonderful.  I pulled his legs up to my shoulders, pumped his sweet bottom
only a few hard strokes before I knew the entirety of the situation would
make me cum too soon but I couldn't hold back.  I dumped load after load of
cum into the boy.

   I collapsed on him, our lips met in a full, passionate, loving kiss.  I
held his small naked body in my arms.  "You will be my girl, Tommy.  I will
let you dress like a girl when we are together.  You will suck me and I
will suck you and fuck you every day.  You will be my whore.  Is that what
you want, little girl?"

   "Oh, yes, Daddy.  I will be your whore girl.  You can do whatever you
want to do to me.  I love you, sir."

   It was going to be a wonderful summer.


   End of Ch 1