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   DISCLAIMER: This is a ficticious tale of sex between an adult and a
child.
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   Ch 1, Jason's New Friend

   I've read that if you were "abused" as a child that there was a
propensity for you to become an abuser yourself.  I guess that's right as I
was surely "abused" when I was a kid.  Of course, I also did my fair share
of abusing as well.  It's a long story that I might tell sometime but not
today.  All I can go into now is how my abusing behavior has developed into
a very specific desire for certain age groups, one for boys and another for
girls.

   I had never considered having sex of any kind with kids until I met
Jason.  His mother and I met at church one Sunday morning.  I'd come in
late for services and there was an empty seat next to her on the pew.  She
had actually scooted over a bit to provide room for me.  We sat with our
legs barely touching.  Nothing sexual, noting weird, just my pants covered
leg snugged up against her dress covered one.  But when services got to the
point of "shaking hands" with everyone, we introduced ourselves.  Becky had
pale blue eyes and light brown shoulder length hair.  She was nothing
special and I was not physically attracted to her.  I'd been divorced for a
couple of years and had thrown myself into my work and wasn't really
interested in a relationship.  It was all I could do to support myself and
pay the ridiculous alimony and child support each month.  It was after
services that we sort of connected.

   "Jim, it's a pleasure meeting you.  You're new here, aren't you?"

   "Actually I've been coming here for the past couple of months.  My
company transferred me here.  I'm the new communications director for the
church now.  Volunteer.  I'm sort of a geek."

   "That's what my son calls himself, too.  A geek.  Communications
Director.  What is it that you do?"

   "I'm a software engineer.  I design games.  For the church, I'm just
building websites and social media interfaces.  Trying to reach out to
families that don't know about us..." I went on about what I was doing as
it seemed to interest her.

   "I'd love you to meet my son.  He doesn't come to church.  He thinks
nobody here would understand him."

   "Why's that?"

   "He's...  well....  he's different." She paused for a moment.  "He's not
like the other boys." I could tell she was being pulled in two different
directions.  Finally she went on.  "Jason is only 11 but he's mentally an
adult.  Oh, he's not like that Sheldon kid on TV, but he's sorta like that.
Plus, there's this other thing...  he masturbates."

   "Masturbates?  Ma'am, all boys masturbate.  There's nothing wrong or
different about that."

   "Jason masturbates all the time.  It's like an obsession.  He
masturbates 10 or 12 times a day - maybe more." The woman seemed
distraught. "Oh, I've taken him to doctors, specialists.  Nothing helps. 
He won't stop doing it.  I wish you could see him."

   That one comment changed my life.  In had never thought about seeing a
little kid masturbate.  Suddenly there was nothing more that I wanted than
to see this kid jerking off.  I felt Rodney get hard.  Rodney lives in my
pants.  He's my cock.  Rodney wanted to see little 11 year old Jason jack
off.

   "Please, Mr.  Peters, I'd ask you to come to meet him today if you
weren't busy."

   "Actually, all I had planned for today was a solitary meal at Denny's.
I'd like to meet him.  You say he's a geek?" We made plans for me to be
there at 3.  I headed back to my condo.  Listen, there are times in your
life that you know things are changed, that something has altered the
course of your life.  In my 33 years, I had never before jacked off
thinking about a kid.  Until now.  And it was one of the best, most
thrilling orgasms I'd had in months.  Visions of a little naked boy jacking
his dick swam through my head like water over a fall.  I hadn't even seen
this kid and I was hooked.

   As I drove toward their home, Rodney came alive again.  I swear he
wanted to free himself from the confinement of my pants and drive.  Maybe
press down on the accelerator.  I parked in their driveway and walked to
the front door.

   "He's in his bedroom, Mr.  Peters.  I'll call him." Jason came when he
was called.  He looked pretty typical for a kid that age.  Slender, blond
hair that almost concealed his eyes causing him to habitually shake it
back, tucking it behind his ears that stuck out a little farther than they
might.  In bare feet, he wore loose fitting shorts, a FLASH t-shirt, and a
grin that extended from ear to ear.

   "You really write games?  Any I know?"

   "Well, probably." I rattled off half a dozen I had worked on.  He knew 4
of them.  The others were probably beneath him.  I felt he looked at me
like I was some sort of rock star.  The only thing I could think of was him
jacking his dick.  I could hardly wait to see it.

   "I've got Invader Lock 7," one of my games.  "I'm a Level 19 Raider."

   "Wow.  It takes work to get that far.  Have you found the Silver Thorn
yet?" He looked at me with a puzzled look.  Then his eyes brightened.

   "Silver Thorn?  So that's the key..." Jason grabbed my hand and dragged
me towards his room.  I glanced back at his Mom and saw her approval.  She
called out that she'd be back before dinner.

   Jason's room was chrome and glass, fantasy models hung from the ceiling
on thin fishing leader, many of which I had in my collection at home.  We
headed to his 3 monitor computer.  For the next hour we played Invader Lock
7, advancing the boy to Level 31 Maker, 3 steps below Master Goddess.  I
didn't think he was losing interest in the game but he certainly was
becoming distracted.  I noticed his shorts tenting and he began squirming
in his chair, frequently having to adjust his dick from side to side.  A
trickle of sweat ran down the side of his face and he became flushed.

   "Are you OK, Jason?"

   Without warning, Jason stood and dropped his shorts to the floor.  For
the first time, I saw his cut 4" dick.  It was rock hard and pointing
straight up.

   "Look," he said.  "I'm sorry but I gotta jack off.  It's been two hours
and I can't stand it.  I mean, I've been having fun with you but I gotta do
this." His right hand became a blur with his rapid jacking.  He leaned back
slightly, closed his eyes, and let out a low moan.  As quickly as he
started, he stopped and said, "I'm sorry.  I shoulda told you.  You need to
jack off, you can.  I don't mind.  It's just that I gotta." I didn't know
what to do.  Should I reach over and help him, should I take Rodney out and
jack with him, should I ...  what should I do?  I sat there in the red
plastic chair next to the boy and watched.  No, I didn't just watch.  I
stared.  Stared at his little cock and his hand jerking on it.  I was
mesmerized.

   No shame, no hiding, no consideration that it might offend me.  Jason
"gotta" do it.  And he was.  In seconds, the boy shot one tiny stream of
clear little boy cum.  It splashed on his hand and his cock head.  I don't
know what made me do it but I leaned down and licked his hand, then
brazenly lowered farther and licked the head of his tiny cock clean.

   "Wow, Mr.  Peters.  That felt great.  Nobody's ever helped me before."
The child looked up at me with a strange look on his face.  "Mr.  Peters,
do you masturbate, too?" How was I to answer that?  I'm a responsible
adult, not a child molester, yet I'd just tasted his cum and something had
made me lick his dick.  Guilt never entered my mind eventhough I couldn't
explain my action.  No, not action - but reaction.  Stimulus/reaction... 
but I'd never had that sort of stimulation before.  I was in virgin
territory of feelings and I knew it.  I nodded my head, words not coming to
me to respond.  "Can I see you do it?" The boy reached for my pants and
before I could stop him, he had the zipper tongue in his hand and was
unzipping my pants.  I knew I had to resist but I didn't.  There was
nothing I could do but watch this little kid unzip my pants and fish out my
cock.  And freaking Rodney didn't help a bit.  That bastard was all for it.
I swear he reached for the boy's hand and helped get himself free.  I
honestly believe I heard him ask the boy to suck him.  OK, maybe he didn't
actually ASK the boy to suck him but he was sure as hell thinking about it.

   And he did.  I sat there like a bump on a log and watched Jason bend
forward and take my hard 6" cock in his young mouth.  He looked up at me as
he squirmed between my legs.  "Is this how you do it?" Fuck if I knew.  I'd
never sucked a dick in my life.  Jason's was the premier for me. 
Fortunately he was not the first to give ol' Rodney a good show.  Rodney
reached for the back of the kids throat, trying his best to slurp down the
kid's tonsils and tickle his uvula.  Uvula?  That's that little thing that
hangs down in the back of your mouth that triggers the gag reflex.  I think
Rodney wanted to taste it or something because he headed straight for it.
But Jason didn't gag.  Instead he opened his mouth a little wider and
sucked me into him.  His smooth tongue ran around Rodney's head, slurped on
the sensitive underbelly, and pumped like a champion.  I couldn't believe
it but the kid was also jacking his own dick at the same time.

   I wish I could say I was repulsed by all this but that's be a lie.  I'd
never been more turned on in my life.  Me, a grown man, letting a child
suck me.  And whether the kid was good at it or not simply didn't matter.
This was a kid sucking me and fondling my balls.  I knew I wouldn't last
long and I didn't want to.  I took his head in my hands and started
rhythmically humping his mouth.  I was face fucking a kid and right or
wrong, I was going to cum in his mouth.  I heard him moan as his own orgasm
approached and that sent me straight over the edge. 
UUUUUUUUNNNNNNHHHHHHHH.....  UUUUUUUUNNNNHHH two, three times I shot ropes
into the kid.  UNNNHHHHHH....  Maybe four or five times, I don't know.  I
lost count in the ecstasy of it.  I quickly recovered and bent to him,
lifted him to his feet and took his meat in my mouth and greedily, hungrily
sucked on him, catching the last few drops of his thin cum.

   Have you ever kissed a little boy?  I hadn't until that moment.  With my
cum taste lingering in his mouth, his in mine, our lips met in a passionate
French kiss, our tongues sliding together.

   Rodney was already hard again and wanted more from the kid.  His little
pecker hadn't even drooped.  It was still as hard as a steel rod.  My hand
found his little package and explored him...  his 4" hard shaft, the little
bulb of a head, his pea sized balls in the tight little smooth sack.  I
reached between his legs and found his baby soft cheeks.  Driven by new
desires, I wanted desperately to taste his butt, to lick his tight little
hole, to shove my tongue deep inside it.

   What had this kid done to me?  How had I let myself stoop to the level
of a child rapist...  but I couldn't stop.  It had taken only one time to
taste this forbidden pleasure.  I hadn't ever thought about kids before
today.  And it all started in a church.  Now I'd sucked off a kid, allowed
him to get between my legs and suck me off...  and cum in his mouth...  and
more.

   Jason continued to jack off to excess, and the thought of him caused me
to double my habits as well, many times with him and....  well, maybe we'll
get into that next.

   End of Ch 1