Title: The Boy on the Pedestal

Author: Pavel Nabokov

Keywords: b(M, or m, or t?) b?, oral, anal

Date: August 21, 2009

 

© Copyright 2009 by, Pavel Nabokov

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This story is consensual in nature and contains a fantasy of explicit detailed sexual content with minors.  It is Adults Only material.  If this type of reading material offends you – you do not want to read this story.  Story codes generalize the story to provide the reader a sense of its content.  This story is a fantasy.  After reading a murder novel you don’t go out and kill someone.  In this case, you don’t go out and mess up a kids life.  Get it?

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The Boy on the Pedestal

 

 

What?  Wait… where exactly was I just a moment ago?  Who cares because the scene switched to a nude boy standing very casually but sensually on what appears to be a Roman Pedestal hand carved from Marble.  His stance is slightly bent to the right with one leg steadying him as the other supports his weight.  His legs are spread apart a few inches at his groin.  His body remains straight and his eyes look directly at me. 

 

My face is eye level to his stomach and navel.  While his face remains un-detailed he has white-blond hair with dark eyebrows.  His build is just average, but his skin is flawless and silky looking. 

 

I sense that there are other pedestals to my right and left with young children standing on them much like the scene before my eyes, but I don’t look at them.  I seem to be in a museum of living sculpture. 

 

The lighting reflects off the dense yet fine white-blond hair covering his calves and shins going down to just his ankles.  While the boy seems mostly unremarkable, I am deeply drawn to him.  His baby blue eyes never move from staring at me.  He neither smiles nor frowns, he looks passive - yet I know that he is not passive at all.  He almost burns with sexuality, but it is also a contradiction.  He appears to be no older than ten years, probably younger, except for his cock.  His cock is not that of a boy or a man, or a teenager.  It is very unique.  It is as thick flaccid as a man cock, but probably no longer than three and a half inches, and it is uncut.  My preference is one that is circumcised.  While his body is almost milky white, his cock is light brown in color, and the flesh is deeply wrinkled like some closed up accordion.  The tip of his cock is a most amazing sight.  The wrinkled skin seems to be so thick that it disguises the shape of his corona.  His foreskin is tight to his boy-cock wrapping itself tightly around his corona and dimpling into a fairly large opening.  You can’t see into it as all of the thick skin closes around his cock head and seals the opening from view.  His scrotum is the same color as his cock, but his scrotum is small as are his gonads.  It is contradictory to his penis, but it is so stimulating to look at.  Above his cock is a small dense mass of dark tightly woven curly hair, very untypical at his suspected age.  It extends upward from his cock maybe a half-inch, and is no wider than an inch and a half, but it is thick and dense. 

 

I feel the urge to touch and then suck his sex, but I don’t know if it is allowed.  My eyes are forced to look at the bottom of the pedestal he is standing on.  The round marble top is obviously made for turning.  My fingers grab on to the marble top and I start to slowly rotate it.  A quarter turn to the left reveals his tight muscular bottom and his cock from this angle looks even more tempting.  It seems to be growing in size… not much, but just enough to notice.  I so want to peal back his foreskin and see his cock head… and smell it.  I turn him completely around back to where we started and look to his eyes as I think of asking if I can touch him.  Without asking anything, his gaze becomes focused and a slight smile comes my way from his medium thick lips that are now very red. 

 

Not to be too aggressive I let my right hand make contact with his left leg just above his ankle and slowly I lightly run my hand up over those silky fine blond hairs on his calf.  His other leg gets gooseflesh as I do this.  His smile broadens a tad more.  I can tell by his look that he knows what I want to do to him.  I put my hand on his stomach and feel the soft smooth flesh.  There is padding under my fingers – not grossly so and stimulating to me beyond reason.  This boy is not my type.  He’s too masculine yet I am drawn to him like a sexual magnet.  His cock swells a bit more.  The wrinkled skin smoothes just a little as his cock swells in length and thickness.  My hands move around his chest and I tweak his quarter size brown nipples.  The aureole shrinks as the nipple protrudes to hardness.  He is too high for me to suckle him.  My hand moves to the top of his groin and I contact the dark curly mass above his cock.  It’s coarser and denser than I thought, yet it is so soft to the touch.  Instead of circling the root of his cock with my thumb and index finger I move my hand to the front of his cock and encircle his cock close to his opening.  I feel his cock flex and start to stiffen against my finger and thumb.  I push the foreskin back across his corona.  The pink head of his cock starts to emerge and he has a large urethral opening that is leaking a bit of pre cum.  I lean in and smell him.  He’s spotlessly clean, but a scent of light musk fills my nostrils.  As I smell him, my left hand moves to the inside of his left thigh and runs itself up to his bottom.  His buns are muscular and he opens his legs a bit to grant me access.  His cock continues to grow and I notice that as he hardens, he lengthens, but the diameter of his cock seems to be getting smaller.  As my hand feels his butt crack I remove it and wet three fingers then go back to slide those fingers inside him.  They find their target and I feel his rose bud.  As my fingers caress it, it opens like a lens iris to my touch. 

 

The bulge in my pants is disturbing and uncomfortable.  Forgetting about my discomfort I cover his cock head with my lips licking his corona with my tongue.  His cock twitches and gets longer and much harder.  I bring three inches of his cock into my mouth and lap at this tool with my lips and tongue.  His pre cum is slick and wet; musky and honey tasting.  In my mouth his cock feels very smooth now.  I remove my mouth from it and look.  His foreskin is now invisible and his cock is as milky-white as his body is.  I am looking at a beautiful cock over five inches long but maybe only an inch in diameter.  My own cock hardens at what my eyes see.  As I take him back into my mouth I slide two fingers up his rectum quickly.  I hear him moan, and peak up to look at his face.  His cheeks are now flush red and his dark red lips are coated with moisture.  I want to kiss him, but again, I don’t have the reach for it.  I swallow his whole cock taking it into my throat.  I extend my tongue and lap at his scrotum.  My fingers curl and find the little walnut of his prostate and begin to massage it.  The boy is standing with equal weight on both feet.  He is moving in time with the sensations he is experiencing.  His skin is now flushing a bright shade of pink.  My mouth is filled with his pre cum and my saliva and I am sucking him as if lost in a dream.  I hear him moan and his breathing is getting heavier by the moment.

 

Startled; I feel my cock being handled.  I look down and the boy is looking up at me with a smile on his face.  He winks at me smiling as he takes my cock into his mouth.  I feel his hand working to my bottom and I suspect I understand what is coming.  I was not disappointed as his fingers slide easily into my anus.  It was the same boy… but it couldn’t be.  It had to be his twin, but it wasn’t.  In no time at all every move I made on the boy on the pedestal was being mimicked at the same time by the boy sucking on me.  I felt exactly what I was doing to him at that moment.  The more I tried the better I got at pleasing us both.  I probed his urethra filling the hole with the tip of my tongue.  It feels fantastic and I push my tongue in further.  As I masturbate his urethra my bottom lip flicks his glans.  The sensations of that with the added dimension of my prostrate being stimulated make the nerves in my whole body come alive with pre-climax euphoria.

The boys’ hands are now on my head guiding my movements.  His hips are moving and he is fucking me in my mouth.  I drag my teeth across his cock and feel electricity shooting up my spine.  It’s time.  Lost in a sea of pleasure my nuts tighten against my body.  I touch his scrotum and it has all but disappeared.  My anus tightens against the fingers – his tighten against mine.  The orgasm builds to the extreme and with one last deep breath I feel him discharge his watery but slightly viscous load into my mouth as I pump my thick discharge into him.  The nerves in my body fire an orgasm of supreme delight.  Several moments later I remove my fingers from his bottom and hold on to his buns as I pull his cock fully inside my mouth to suck out the last vestiges of his cum.  He tastes amazingly sweet and sour all at the same time.  With my lips at his root I back off slowly sucking my way to the tip of his corona finally removing my mouth.  I look at his cock now red and slightly wilted.  I look down and see that the boy below is gone and my pants are covering me and I am zipped up as I was before I started touching the boy on the pedestal.

 

The scene disappears instantly and all is black. I taste morning mouth and smack my lips at the horrid taste.  The alarm rings.  My mind refocuses.  It was a waking dream.  Tossing off the covers I sit up only to find myself now sitting in a large pool of my own spooge that is soaking through the sheets.