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A Parallel Universe (b/b, b/g, bi, fant)
by Tom (tje@mail.nls.net)
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I awoke in the bed I remembered so well, in the room that had been mine
until I left home for college. I awoke as if I were at age twelve. I
awoke and I was age twelve. I was in a parallel universe, one of an
infinite number. In this one everything in the world had proceeded
exactly as it had when I originally lived those first twelve years of my
life. From the point of my awakening the world began to evolve
differently, how differently I did not know. But all those events which
in my original life after age twelve had been determined by purest
chance could now happen differently. A certain tornado might not
appear, and one that had not appeared in my original universe might
appear in this. Nothing was predestined. I could make different
choices and experience different outcomes. I would relive my youth in
another way. I would not make certain, painful mistakes. I would do
this because my mind had access to the memories and feelings of a man
who had lived sixty two years, before he became again twelve.
How I contrived to reach this parallel universe is my secret. I will
only say that it was the first time that I had done it. I intend to do
it again and again; relive my life from age twelve. The only thing that
will stop me from doing it an infinite number of times is some
accidental death that catches me so quickly that I have no time to make
the jump.
My mother called up the stairs, saying that it was time to get up for
school. My mother! I thought how I longed to see her again, to embrace
her and kiss her cheek. Perhaps this time she would not die in that
freak accident which took her life when I was twenty. I yelled
downstairs that I was up. I got out of bed and stripped naked for the
shower. I looked in the bathroom mirror and was shocked at my
reflection. I had forgotten how beautiful I had been, was, at age
twelve. My hair was raven black and my eyes light blue. My skin was
slightly pale, and my features were delicate; my face was very pretty.
I had a pubescent boy's chest with nipples raised on small cones of
flesh. My belly was flat. I went back into the bedroom and looked at
myself in the full lenth mirror on the closet door. My legs were
gorgeous, shapely and soft looking, sexually alluring. They were devoid
of hair, as was my groin. My penis was creamy smooth and half hard. I
played with it and it became erect; no more than four slender inches. I
got into the shower, lathered my body and proceeded to masturbate. Oh!
it was so splendid. It hadn't felt that good in decades.
As I descended the stairs I was determined to act naturally, to be the
same boy that I had been the day before. I did well enough, although my
mother wondered a bit about my affectionate hug. I was not a stranger
in another body. I had all the memories of the past days, weeks and
months. I knew that at school the first thing would be social science
and that we were studying the state government. I had done my homework
the previous evening. At school I would pal about with Jimmy and Sam.
Sam had not yet begun to jack off and we kidded him about it. I
remembered that Molly was in my class, although she was a year younger
than I, eleven and one half. Originally I had rebuffed Molly's efforts
to interest me in her. I had found her face, which was in transition, a
bit awkward. I was mean in rejecting her and I had embarrassed her.
Yet, by thirteen Molly became the most beautiful girl in school, and she
wouldn't give me the time of day. This time, I resolved, I was going to
be nice to Molly and make her my girl, even though Jimmy and Sam would
poke fun at me.
I rode my bike to school, joining a stream of other kids, some of whom
waved at me, and I responded, knowing them well. At the bike rack in the
school yard Sam came up and gave me a familiar punch on the shoulder. I
was glad to see him; he was a really close friend, closer than Jimmy,
who was a bit too wild for me. Years later, when Sam confessed to me
that he was gay, I remembered a few times, when we were pubescent and a
little older, that I thought he touched me provocatively. This time I
would respond positively to his touches. Sam was prettier than I.
In home room I sat next to Molly, who smiled shyly at me. I smiled back
rather than scowl as was my previous habit, and I could see that she
almost gasped in surprise. Molly was a lovely blond girl with braids on
each side of her head. The old man in my mind found her calves to be
exciting as well as the bulges that poked at her blouse. The original
twelve year old boy had failed to appreciate those qualities of the girl
until it was too late. I said a few nice words to the girl, and she
became flustered. She was obviously infatuated with my pretty self.
School was boring. I knew all the answers, of course, but I had to keep
my grades at an unsuspicious B+ level. I had to make deliberate, stupid
mistakes. I did not want to become a sudden prodigy, which would
attracted too much adult attention. I was more interested in being just
a kid, a kid with the secret sophistication of a long-experienced
adult.
Despite school, the next few days were blissful for the old man inside
my mind; revisiting old haunts and friends. The twelve year old boy
behaved naturally and no one could suspect the truth. The days
stretched into weeks; my new life was well underway. I was very nice to
Molly, which only deepened her infatuation with me, as I intended. But
I would not rush after her; she would come to me.
Then, one Friday night, I went to Sam's house for a sleep over. I was
excited and wondered what would come of it. Sam was so pretty. We
played card games with his two sisters, one older, one younger than he,
both beautiful. I had become overwhelmed by the realization that the
world was populated with children about my age, the beauty of whom could
not be truly appreciated by the ordinary twelve year old boy. That
exquisite, young beauty would become evident to most boys only when they
had grown older and the children had become legally and morally out of
reach. That is one of life's tragedies. But in my second life I
appreciated that incredible beauty and it was in reach.
Sam was a boy who was one of the few his age who understood it. We
were in his room and I could tell that he found the shape of my thighs
alluring. We were in our underpants, ready for bed. I thought that he
was absolutely gorgeous, but I would not initiate anything. I hoped
that he would touch me that night, and I would let him. In my original
life there had been no sleep over until months later. In bed together,
with the lights off, Sam confessed, in a whisper, that he had been
jacking off for several weeks. I gave him a bravo. Then he turned to
me, his face very close to mine, our bare legs touching, and suggested
that we get naked and do it together. I agreed at once, to his relief.
We threw back the sheet and pulled down our underpants. His cock was no
larger than mine. With three fingers and a thumb we began to jack off,
looking into each other's face. It did not take us long. As I was
approaching my climax I saw his body stiffen, his face grimace, and he
buried his head into my neck and shoulder as he shot his spunk onto my
body. I was right behind him. We had stifled our groans. Sam did not
move his head away from me. I put my arm around him and he snuggled
closer. He began to kiss and lick my neck. I ran my hand down his back
and fondled a buttock. Sam turned his face up so that our cheeks were
together. I waited impatiently for him to kiss my lips, which he
finally did. We kissed for the longest time. I was in heaven. The
first time I ached to kiss the face of a pretty young boy I was nineteen
years old, and knew that I could not, that I would never know the
excitment of loving such beauty. Sam and I kissed and fondled each
other, but that night we went no further. We fell asleep in each
other's arms. In the morning, after we awakened, Sam looked at me
sheepishly. I reassured him with a loving palm on his smooth cheek. We
showered together and I bathed him with my soapy hands, feeling his
lovely young body, cleansing his penis briefly. Then he did me, more
lovingly, fondling my limbs, kissing me at times on the lips. He
masturbated me deliberately from behind, his hard cock poking at my
anus. I leaned forward slightly and invited him in. The penetration
was not very painful. Sam fucked my ass and jacked me off at the same
time. I admired his physical coordination. He came first with a groan
and I soon followed. We became twelve year old homosexual lovers,
learning to fuck and suck each other with a gentle passion. I exalted
in the experience as did he, but my ecstasy was the realization of a
long, forbidden yearning.
Sam became jealous of my interest in Molly. I told him that he was my
boy friend and would always be, and in fact we remained lovers long
after we grew hair and developed the bodies of men, until we entered
college and went our separate ways. But I insisted that I wanted a girl
friend; I wanted Molly. He could not understand, because he was not
attracted to girls, but he acquiesced. He loved me that much. I
fondled and kissed his beautiful legs that night, another sleep over,
not believing that Molly's limbs could match his. I sucked his slender
penis lovingly and received his squirts in my mouth. Again, we fell
asleep in each other's arms.
For three months I had been teasing Molly with my affectionate
behavior. When I finally touched my hand to hers, she wilted, almost
swooned. She was an easy conquest. We began to meet after school, when
our parents were still at work. We were soon kissing on the lips, and
though she resisted my incessant attempts, she finally allowed me to
fondle her small breasts, as I whispered love words into her ear. She
let me undo her blouse and view them, to touch her bare flesh, to suckle
them. They were exquisite, scarcely a handful, but perfectly shaped
with roseate nipples. Later that night, behind my garage, I fucked Sam
in the ass, thinking of Molly's titties as I came.
Molly let me stroke her bare legs, even her soft thighs underneath her
skirt, but she would push my hand away when I reached her panties. For
days I persisted and finally she didn't resist my touch. I masturbated
the little girl and she experienced her first orgasm. After that I
could do anything with her. The next day, after school in my room, she
let me undress her and see her nakedness. She was awesomely beautiful.
I too undressed and we lay together on the bed naked, kissing and
rubbing our bodies against each other. Then I did something that an
ordinary twelve year old would not have imagined: I went down on her. I
tasted her soft thighs and went to her bare nether lips, licking them.
I parted them and found her small clit. Her aroma, slightly sour, was
intoxicating. I gave her three tremendous orgasms with my tongue, and
she lay half unconscious when I finished. I then mounted the pretty
little girl and claimed my first virgin. My slender cock did not hurt
her too much, although she cried. Within a week I was able to give her
an orgasm as we fucked. Molly and I remained lovers for just six
months, during which time we fucked over one hundred times. Then she
broke it off, just before she experienced menarche. She didn't
explain. When she was thirteen years old, she was the most beautiful
girl in school, and while she would smile at me when we met, she would
never let met touch her again.
When I was twenty five years old, I jumped to another of the infinite
parallel universes. I was again twelve, and I again set out to seduce
Sam and Molly.
THE END