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Andy 5
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
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CHAPTER 6
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It was 8:00 A.M. when Andrew woke. Damn early for me on a weekend. He
was good
at remembering his dreams, for Andrew went to the phone in his room and
called
233-3170. I disconnected from him. I wanted everything to be as natural
as
possible.
I answered the phone with a very sleepy, "Hello?".
"Hello?" A timid voice said on the other end.
"Hello," I said again. "May I help you?"
"Are you Charles?", came the reply. "May I ask you some questions?"
"Surely", I said.
"My name is Andrew," he began. " I got your number in my dreams. I need
to figure out why.
"Well," I said. "They say great minds think alike, so you must be like
me."
"How old are you, Andrew?" I asked. "And, I am going to get personal
here,
do you find yourself interested in your body.
"I am 13." Andrew said. "And yes, that's why I am calling. How did you
know?"
"Because I was young like you once." I said. "Can we meet somewhere and
talk
about your problem?"
"How about Chesterfield Mall?" Came the reply.
"Fine," I said. "Where in the mall, what time, and how will I know you?"
The response was so quick, I couldn't believe it. We agreed to meet at
the
Food Court tables in front of the Chinese take-out place about 11:00 A.M.
"I think You have been in my dreams many times, I will find you." Andrew
said.
Smart kid, that was. I was hoping for such a response. I thought 11:00
would never get here The time from the call to eleven A.M. dragged on and
on.
I was at the mall by 10:30 A.M. I wanted to secure a seat close to the
Chinese take-out place so Andrew would have no trouble finding me. I made
a quick connection to ensure that he was going to be there. It turned out
that Andrew lived close by and he could ride his bicycle over. He had no
second thoughts about meeting me and he was right on time. I noticed
Andrew
looking around, not sure in which direction to go. I did a slight
control of his mind and got him to look to his left. I would be sitting
at a table and I would be dressed in a blue shirt.
Andrew looked to his left and came over to my table. "Are you Charles?"
He
said.
"Yes, and you must be Andrew?" I said. "Sit down and let's talk. What
did
you say about getting my number from a dream? I don't understand."
"Every night for many nights," he began, "I have had a dream that I...I
...was walking in this building and you were in it. There was this long
hall way with funny room numbers on the rooms leading off the hall.
There
were seven of them and the first number was a "2" and the last was a
"0".
And you were in room "0", uhh....uhh.
I knew what he was hesitating about. He couldn't say the word naked out
loud.
"Anyway," he continued, "you gave me a quarter for the phone and I dialed
the
number for help that was placed on the phone. And then I woke up.
"I see. Can I ask you this? In your dream, did either of us have any
clothes
on?" I asked. I had to set him at ease.
"No, we were naked." Andrew said. "I wasn't sure how to say it to you."
"That's ok Andrew," I said, "it's just us guys here, don't worry about
it."
We must have talked for two hours about all the dreams and the and the
episode
where he had the nocturnal emission (As if I didn't know all about it).
He
didn't know why his front end was leaking and making a mess in his
pajamas.
Oh, Andrew had a thousand questions and I had a thousand answers. We
agreed
that Andrew needed a "back rub" to relax him and answer his questions.
"Tell you what, Andrew," I said, "how did you get up here?"
"My bicycle." Said Andrew.
"Ok...I'll follow you home in my car and meet you down the corner from
your
house. Then we can take off to my house and I can give you that back rub
you need." I said.
The trip to my house was filled with small talk about what school he went
to
and his friends and what they were like, etc, and also learned his last
name.
It was Thomas. I had gone to school with a family by the name of
Thomas..I
wonder if that was related to any of them. Could have been. I didn't let
on
that I knew the name.
"Just a few more blocks to go, Andrew," I said. "We'll be home in a few
more
minutes."
He seemed to be relaxed about the whole thing. Surely his Mother had told
him about getting in a car with strangers. I guess I was such a part of
his
dreams, that he trusted me. Don't get me wrong. I CAN be trusted. I
would
not do anything to Andrew or any little friend against his will. It has
to
be a spontaneous and natural progression. And this was. Andrew wants to
know, and I am the teacher.
We arrived at my home and I got out some refreshments and chips to make
Andrew
feel at home. I showed him around the house and all the technical
equipment I
had for various projects. One item was a video camera. Andrew had never
seen
himself on T.V. before, so I recorded him talking into the camera and
played
it back to him. He was excited.
"Do you make tapes a lot," he asked, "or do you go out to the store and
rent
them?"
"A little of both," I said. "If there is something on T.V. I want to see
but
can't because I won't be here, I record it. Otherwise, I rent a video or
two.
"I heard some boys at school talk about something called 'fuck tapes'," he
said. "What are they?"
Damn, I was getting a hard on already.
"That is an awful harsh name for such a beautiful act, Andrew. Fuck
tapes,
as you say are films or tapes with two people acting out a scene with no
clothes on. Usually they get together and enjoy the heat of the moment.
Some have men and women, some have two men and some have two women. It's
fun to watch."
When I said that "they get together", I graphically put my hands together
and
interlocked the fingers to express the scene.
"Do you have any of those?" he asked."
"Yes," I said.
I could hardly contain myself. "Can I watch some of them," Andrew asked.
"I thought you wanted a back rub," I said.
"That too. I've never seen one," He said. "PLEEEEESE"
"Which kind do you want?" I replied. "I have some of each."
"Ohhhh uh how about the two men one?"
This was too good to be true. I had nothing to do with Andrew's
selection.
But he seemed to be comfortable with it. I selected one I received from
out
of town. It didn't have much story, but it had a lot of action. I placed
the tape into my VCR and pushed "PLAY". Andrew sat back and relaxed in
the
chair across from the T.V.
"Now Andrew," I said, "when this tape is playing, you and I are going to
experience a few changes in our body, it's only natural. Do you
understand?"
"Like what?" he said.
"You are going to experience a swelling in your front end and you will
want to
release the tension. We are both men here, so feel free to unbuckle your
belt
and open your fly if it gets to be a bother. Ok?"
"Ok," was the reply.
The tape leader got through the play heads and the film began. A little
scenario was acted out on the screen and the actors began to get naked to
explore each other. I saw Andrew's eyes get wide. I also looked at the
front of his pants. There was a slight agitation there. Andrew was
responding
to the story on the screen.
After a short while, Andrew unbuckled his belt and zipped down his fly,
and
I heard him give a sigh of relief. I did the same. After the scene was
over,
I asked him if he wanted the back rub now. Also I asked if he would mind
if I
taped it. He was all for it. So I set up the camera in the bedroom and
pre-
pared my bed.
I had to show a little control, so I asked Andrew to make a statement to
the
effect that he was being taped at his own request...etc. I felt better
having
this just in case anything went wrong.
"Ok, Andrew, sit up here and give me your shirt and t-shirt, shoes and
sox.
Lie back and turn over on your stomach. Just relax." I said.
I pretended to be concerned for his privacy and put a big beach towel over
his
lower body. I then asked it he would remove his pants. It was no
trouble.
Andrew freely lowered them so I could take them off. He was there in my
bed
with just his underpants on.
"Just hold tight," I said. "I going in the other room for some of the
rubbing
creams."
I went into the bathroom and got some of the Ponds Hand cream and alcohol
and
a rubber finger cot. I returned to the bedroom with all the material and
set
the camera to "RECORD".
"First, Andrew," I said, I am going to put some alcohol on your back and
rub it
in with my fingers like this." I demonstrated that. "Then I am going to
spread
this cream all over your back and rub it in. Then I am going to do the
same
to your legs. ok?"
"That's ok, Charles." Andrew said.
"Fine." I said.
I began to rub the alcohol and the cream into Andrew's back. Slowly
inching my
way down to his butt area. When I got there, I said,
"Andrew, your underpants are hindering me. May I remove them if I keep
the
towel in place?"
There was a slight hesitation. Andrew had never shown his butt to anyone
hardly,
let alone a new friend, as I was. I am sure someone along the way had
seen it,
like his father, mother and sister or younger brother.
"Your butt's going to be underneath the towel, so what the heck." I told
him.
To preserve his confidence in me, I carefully removed his underpants,
making
sure to keep the towel over his little hiney.
"In order to give you the proper back rub, Andrew," I said, "I must touch
you
back here on your butt. Is that ok?"
"Ok," he said.
I put some more of the hand cream in my hands, put the finger cot on my
little
finger, right hand, reached under the towel across his butt and began to
rub
Andrew's hiney. Here I was, for real, actually touching it, rubbing it,
and
holding it in my hands.
I rubbed it with great care. Bunching up the muscles and smoothing them
out,
rubbing the cream all over and down into the crevasse. I was careful not
to go
across Andrew's sensitive anus until just the right moment..........NOW.
I
positioned my little finger for a small insertion and discreetly placed it
about
1/4 in. into his rectum. Andrew rared up. When he did, it forced my
little
finger about 1/4 in. further into his cute little hiney hole.
"Hey!" Andrew exclaimed.
"Oooops, sorry," I said, "I'm having a hard time working under this towel.
I
need to remove that also. It would be a great help to me. ....You've
never had
anything up in your little hole there, Andrew?"
"No I haven't." Andrew said. "It just tickled a little. I wasn't ready
for
that. Go ahead and take the towel off. We've come this far."
I knew Andrew had lied about not having anything up his ass, but it didn't
matter. I went over to the camera and refocused the lens to just
concentrate
on his butt. Then I removed the towel.
"Hold it," he said. "I have to make an adjustment."
Andrew raised up and reached down to straighten his little simi-hard front
end.
I was getting so excited I didn't know what to do next. I have never seen
Andrew naked, face to face before, only through Cell. It was not the
same.
Cell was good, but now I have hands on experience, so to speak. And, oh
yes,
the camera was recording everything.
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