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Elijah's Visit - 1
by Alex Hawk (alexhawk@operamail.com)

***

Chance's younger cousin, Elijah, comes to visit him in 
Los Angeles. Chance is gay and Elijah is... well... 
unsure. (M/m-teen, ped, inc, mast)

***

I craned my neck, looking all around the baggage claim 
area. I was here at LAX to pick up my thirteen-year-old 
cousin, Elijah, who was coming to visit me during 
Summer Vacation. His parents were getting a divorce and 
I'd just finished my first year at UCLA. Somehow my 
parents decided this would be a good place for him to 
come and stay while things were sorted out.

Finally I spotted him. "Elijah!" I called out, walking 
towards him.

My cousin looked up. He was pretty cute, I guess. He 
was a little on the tall side for his age. Probably 
about 5'6 or so. Thin as hell. Brown hair, brown eyes. 
Nice facial structure. If he wasn't my cousin, I would 
have pounced on him in an instant. Well, my cousin and 
only thirteen. Had he been a little older or not my 
cousin...

"Hey, Jake!" he said, waving at me. He came up and gave 
me a real good, tight hug.

"Hey, champ. How ya been?"

He shrugged. "I'm ok. I can't find my luggage, though."

"Let's work together, here."

We walked over to the carousel and checked all around. 
At first I was confident that we'd find them, but as 
time went on and nothing showed up, I started feeling 
less certain.

Then in a slightly embarrassed tone Elijah said, "Oh. 
Uh. Whoops."

"Whoops?" I echoed. "What whoops?"

He pointed. "Wrong carousel."

"Right." I rolled my eyes and followed my cousin as we 
walked over to a different baggage carousel. He picked 
up a couple large duffel bags and one suitcase.

"Ok. Sorry, Jake."

"It's ok, Elijah. Let's get out of here."

We got out to the parking lot and into my Taurus. It 
wasn't much of a car, but it got the job done. One of 
my friends had named it "Lex". I couldn't figure out 
why.

"So you happy to be out here?" I asked once we were on 
the freeway.

"Hell, yeah. California HAS to be better than 
Oklahoma."

"I hear that. I've only been out there a few times and 
that place SUCKS ASS."

"Word."

We drove silently for a few more seconds and then I 
said, "Elijah?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't say anything like that again."

He stuck his tongue out at me.

My house wasn't all that far from LAX. About forty-five 
minutes after we left the airport we were pulling into 
the parking lot of my apartment complex.

"Welcome to Le Maison de Me," I said to Elijah once we 
were in my apartment.

He looked around. "Kinda small," he said, doubtfully.

"Hey, look, it's not the size that matters. It's how 
much I pay in rent. And I pay a pretty hefty amount, so 
be happy with what you get."

"Ok." He looked around. "Where's my bedroom?"

"You're standing in it."

Elijah looked puzzled. "This is the living room."

"And you'll be living in it."

"What!"

"Look, I only have one bedroom, right, and one bed. Get 
the idea?"

"Oh, yeah. You're gay, right? It's ok. I don't think 
you'll do anything to me or anything like that."

Rolling my eyes I said, "Yes, I am gay, and no, I 
wouldn't do anything with you. But that has nothing to 
do with it."

"Then what does?"

"I don't know what you wear when you sleep, Elijah, but 
I can promise it's more than I wear." He got a vaguely 
ill look on his face and I continued. "I'm pretty sure 
you don't want to share a bed with me when I'm naked. 
Besides, it just wouldn't be appropriate."

"Oh. So I have to sleep on the couch?"

"Yeah, well. I know it isn't much, but it's what I 
have."

Elijah sighed. "Alright. I guess I can't be too picky."

"No, you can't."

"Ok."

I helped Elijah unpack and get everything settled. 
Afterwards I ordered up a pizza and we spent the rest 
of the day watching DVDs and chatting with each other 
before bedtime.

The first couple days of Elijah's visit went fairly 
well. He spent a lot of time down at the pool, 
splashing around like an idiot and having a good time. 
It was nice to see him relaxing.

On the fourth day of Elijah's stay I had to go out and 
do some shopping. I offered to take him along, but he 
said he wanted to just hang around the apartment. I 
figured some time for him to be by himself would be a 
good idea, so I headed out to Vons.

I took my time shopping. I loved to cook, and I wanted 
to make something really nice for dinner tonight. I 
settled on some swordfish steaks (which had been marked 
down), some light garlic noodles, fresh green beans and 
chocolate pudding for desert. Tasty!

When I got home, I unlocked the door and stepped 
inside, getting as far as saying, "Elijah, I'm-" before 
I saw him scrambling for the remote control and looking 
as though he was trying to pull up his pants. I caught 
an image of naked flesh against naked flesh on the TV 
screen just before it clicked off.

"Ah! Hi, Jake!" he said, bouncing up to his feet. His 
face was a bright crimson. "Uhm... I didn't expect you 
to be home yet."

"No, really?" I closed the door and started unpacking 
the groceries. After a bit I said, "I didn't know you 
brought a porno tape with you."

"Uh... I didn't..."

"I see." I sighed. "So if I should go to my bedroom and 
look at my video collection that, it turns out, wasn't 
so cleverly hidden under the bed, what will I find?"

"Uhm... a small gap?"

"Ah." Once everything was put away I went over and sat 
on the couch next to Elijah. "Ok, let's establish a 
quick new rule here. You stay out of Cousin Jake's room 
when he's not home and he doesn't put you in a feather 
boa and take you out to earn your keep, ok?"

"I'm sorry," he said, hanging his head and looking 
guilty. "I just haven't ever seen a porno before, 
that's all."

"Well, I guess it's not that bad." I picked up the tape 
case. "'Manuel'? You know this is a gay porno, right?"

"Well, I didn't know that at the time! I only had it on 
for a few minutes. Besides, there's a shot of a girl 
sucking on that guy there, see?" he said, pointing to 
one of the pictures on the back.

"So it does. And there IS a straight porn movie on the 
tape as well. But you have to go through the whole film 
to get to it."

"Oh." Elijah looked up at me with his big brown eyes. 
"So you're not mad at me or anything?"

"Well, I am, but not that much. I'll get over it. Look, 
if you want to watch porn and masturbate in here, 
that's fine." This made him blush again. "Just make 
sure that next time you, I don't know, do it when I'm 
sleeping or when you know I'll be gone for a really 
long time. Like try to find out how long I'll be gone, 
ok?"

"Ok. I'm kinda surprised you're not chewing me out for 
this."

I shrugged. "I'm the one who owns the porn tapes. What 
do you think *I* keep them around for?"

Elijah grinned. "Yeah. I guess I just didn't think 
about you doing that, too." Looking over at the TV he 
said, "So... do you mind if I watch the rest of it?"

"Right now?"

"Well, yeah."

A naughty little thought crept into my mind. If nothing 
else, this would be decent punishment for him creeping 
around in my bedroom. "Alright. But! I watch it with 
you and we watch it from the beginning, ok?"

"Uhm... Ok. I guess that's alright."

"Either that or no porno."

"Oh, ok. But do we HAVE to watch the gay parts?"

"It IS kind of a punishment for you, you know. That's 
for sneaking into my room. However, I'll be nice. We 
watch the first gay scene and then I'll show you the 
straight part, ok?"

"Ok."

I got the tape queued up and pressed play. Soon there 
was, up on the screen, two very underage looking boys 
making out with each other.

"How can you like stuff like this?" Elijah asked after 
a bit.

"Oh, it's pretty easy when you're gay."

"Yeah, but, ok, I mean, like, how can you be gay? How 
can you, you know, like guys that way?" He wrinkled his 
nose.

"Oh, it's pretty easy when you're gay."

Elijah laughed. "Yeah, yeah. But I mean, like, how did 
you know you were gay? I mean, have you ever fucked a 
girl or anything?"

"Yeah, I have. A few times. It's fun and all, but it 
doesn't really do anything for me. I'd rather just 
masturbate, basically."

"Oh."

"As for how I knew I was gay..." I shrugged. "I just 
knew. All my life I knew I was a little different from 
everyone else, and when I hit puberty I started getting 
hard-ons in the locker room all the time. THAT wasn't 
much fun. But there was one other boy who also got hard 
and he and me spent time talking and pretty soon we... 
well, you know." I smiled at the memories. "Anyhow, it 
just seemed really right to me. I tried it with a girl 
when I was sixteen, just to see what it was like and it 
just wasn't as much fun."

"Oh." We turned our attention back to the movie. Now 
the boys were getting naked and one of them was sucking 
off the other.

"I haven't had any sex at all yet," said Elijah.

"You will eventually. It's a fun thing, that's for 
sure."

"I wish I could do it now."

"I wished that a lot when I was your age, believe me. 
Hell, I wish I had a guy over here right now that I 
could do it with."

Elijah wrinkled his nose again. "Here?"

"Well, not right HERE, no. We'd do it in my bedroom. I 
wouldn't want to gross you out TOO much by letting you 
see it."

Silence returned to the room as we watched the movie. 
"Who's that older guy?" Elijah asked.

"I THINK that's the father of Manuel. I'm not sure. I 
don't understand German."

"Oh, that's what they're talking in? I was wondering."

"Yeah."

The movie kept cutting between the man trying to find 
the boy, and the two boys getting it on. Finally it got 
to my favorite part in the film where one boy was 
fucking the other.

"God, gay guys really DO that? I thought it was just 
made up."

"Yes, they really do that."

"Doesn't it hurt or anything?"

I shrugged. "Yeah, it can. But if you're with the right 
person it can be just the most incredible thing you'd 
ever imagined."

"Oh. I guess it does look like they're having fun."

"They are."

"How old are they?" he asked suddenly.

"How old do you guess?"

"I don't know. Maybe fifteen or sixteen or something?"

"Well, according to the box, everyone in the movie is 
eighteen or older. As long as they can prove it, I'm 
happy."

"Oh, ok."

Eventually the scene ended. I reached for the remote 
and said, "I'll skip it up to the straight scene."

"Well, wait."

A little surprised I looked over at Elijah. "Yeah?"

"Well, I was just gonna say that if you want, you can 
just let it keep playing. I mean, it's your house and 
you shouldn't have to skip it all just for me."

"Alright." I sat back and let it play, my mind circling 
around. Well, just WHAT was little Elijah thinking? I 
snuck a quick look at my cousin's crotch and was pretty 
sure I saw a little bulge there. I played back the 
course of the conversation with him. Was he maybe gay? 
Or thinking he might be? I know most guys were pretty 
confused at the age of thirteen, and it could just be 
that he was really curious. Maybe that's all there was 
too it. God help me if it was anything else. The last 
thing I'd need would be the Oklahoma side of the family 
talking about how I'd made my cousin gay.

"So the boy is running away from home and trying to 
find his boyfriend? Is that what's going on?" Elijah 
asked.

Dear god, he's analyzing the plot. "Well, like I said 
before, I don't speak German, but I THINK that's what's 
happening, yes."

"That's cool. Is there, like, more sex and stuff?"

"Oh, yes."

"Ok."

The movie continued to roll, showing off many, many 
more pretty boys having sex with each other. The scene 
where a girl turned up and gave one of the boys a short 
blowjob barely drew even a small amount of comment from 
Elijah.

Finally the movie came to an end. Elijah said, "That 
was a pretty cool movie!"

"You liked it?"

Elijah tried to recover his cool. "Well, yeah. I guess. 
I mean, I haven't seen anything like it before."

"Well, now we can watch the straight movie," I said, 
suppressing a sigh. I really, really wanted to jerk 
off, and watching another hour of movie without being 
able to was really going to suck.

If I'd thought Elijah was into the last movie, nothing 
prepared me for how riveted to the screen he was as the 
straight film started playing, especially once one of 
the boys started to fuck the girl.

"Damn, he's lucky!" Elijah said, the bulge in his pants 
now clearly visible.

"Yeah. See that one there?" I asked, pointing to one of 
the boys.

"Yeah?"

"I'm pretty sure this is the first time he's ever 
fucked a girl. Just wait until you see him get going 
with her."

"Really? Ok." He sat back and somewhat rubbed at his 
crotch. Grinning shyly at me he said, "I wish you 
weren't here, Jake."

"Oh? Why?" I asked, sounding innocent.

"So that, you know, I could, like, you know... jerk 
off..." The last part was mumbled.

I laughed. "I was just thinking much the same thing."

"Oh..." Very shyly now he kept his eyes on the TV and 
mumbled, "Well... we could just do that... you know... 
while we watch the movie?"

"You mean masturbate together while we watch a porno 
film?" I asked, staring right at him.

I was amazed. I never knew any boy could turn that 
bright of a red color. "Uh... yeah, I guess. I mean, if 
you don't mind. I mean, like, I don't want to do 
anything gay, but I really like this movie, you know? 
And I wanna jerk off and you wanna jerk off and so, you 
know..."

"Sure, if you want. Just don't ever tell anyone, ok?" 
My earlier thoughts about how young he was and how much 
of my cousin he was were starting to recede somewhat.

"I won't!"

Knowing that I would probably have to go first, I 
unzipped my pants and pulled out my penis. It wasn't 
huge. Only a little more than six inches. I liked it, 
though.

"You got a pretty big dick," Elijah said, looking down 
at me.

"Thanks." I began slowly masturbating and said to 
Elijah, "You gonna take yours out, too?"

"Ok." Looking even shyer than before, Elijah pulled 
down his shorts and underwear, exposing his thirteen-
year-old virgin penis. It looked to be about four 
inches or so, and he didn't have very much hair yet, 
though he did have some. "How does mine look?" he asked 
quietly.

"You have a very nice penis, Elijah. You'll make a girl 
very happy with that some day."

"It's not as big as yours, though." He kept staring at 
my penis as he started stroking his own. "I've never 
seen another guy with a hard dick before," he added.

"Yours will get bigger, don't worry. You're only 
thirteen now," I said, as much of a reminder to myself 
as anything else.

"You really think it's nice?"

"Yeah, sure. The first girl to get that inside her will 
be one damn lucky chick."

"Cool," Elijah said with a little smile. He looked at 
the screen where the boy I'd mentioned earlier was 
about to lose his virginity. "That's damn sweet," he 
said as the boy entered the girl.

"Yeah, it is! Makes me wish I was her."

Elijah laughed a little and then very abruptly said, 
"Can I touch your dick?"

I blinked. "What?"

Elijah blushed. "Nevermind..."

"No, wait. You wanna touch me?"

"Well... I mean, I'm not gay or anything, but I'm just, 
you know, curious. I wanna see what it's like to, like, 
touch another guy. That's all."

Sighing a little I said, "Look, Elijah. You're only 
thirteen and you're my cousin. I shouldn't even be 
jerking off with you, much less let you touch me."

"Well, it's not like I'm going to tell anyone."

"Yeah, but it would still be wrong," I said, trying to 
convince myself.

"Why?"

"Because you're thirteen and my cousin."

"So?"

"So... so it's wrong." I really was having a tough time 
believing this, mind you. I mean, I wasn't into young 
boys, but Elijah was pretty cute, and he was just 
asking to touch. Not THAT big of a deal, right?

"Look, I just wanna touch it. That's all. If you don't 
want me to, that's ok. I just wanted to see what it 
feels like, that's all."

"Alright, you can. Just don't ever tell anyone, ok?"

"I won't!"

"Ok." I let go of my penis for the most part, just 
wrapping my thumb and forefinger around the base to 
hold it up.

Elijah licked his lips and then reached over, brushing 
the tips of his fingers along the shaft and then 
wrapping his hand around it. He held his hand 
motionless for a few seconds and then gave my penis a 
couple gentle tugs.

"Wow... is mine going to get this big?"

"Eventually."

"Good." He kept stroking me. "This is kinda cool."

"What, playing with my dick?"

Elijah blushed. "Well, yeah."

"So, what, are you just going to keep doing it?" I 
hoped he would.

"Do you mind?"

"No."

I sat there looking at straight porn while being 
masturbated by my thirteen-year-old, allegedly 
straight, male cousin. It was a strange situation to be 
sure, but I wasn't really minding it too much. Looking 
down I saw Elijah's penis sticking up between his legs, 
being neglected.

"Can I touch yours, too, Elijah?"

"Oh, please, god, yes," he whispered.

I put my hand around my younger cousin's small penis. 
His skin was so smooth. It wasn't nearly as big of an 
erection as what I was used to, but I really liked it.

"Oh, that feels so nice..."

"Glad you like it," I said with a little chuckle, 
getting up a good rhythm on Elijah's penis.

We continued to masturbate each other while we watched 
the porn up on the TV screen. I'd never been in a 
situation quite like this before, and I wasn't sure how 
to handle it. I'd never really had any younger boys 
coming onto me, though I knew that it happened with 
some of my other friends. Most of them went for it. Now 
I was starting to understand why.

Suddenly Elijah's body tensed up. He moaned and lifted 
his butt off the couch as his erection started 
spurting. Several sharp blasts of sperm landed all over 
his shirt and my hand. I slowed down my movements and 
then stopped them entirely as the last of his cum oozed 
out the tip of his penis.

"Oh, god, Jake... oh, that was wonderful..."

"I'm glad you liked it," I said, feeling a little 
strange inside. I reached down to my own penis to put 
it away.

"No, wait. I gotta get you off, too." Elijah started 
masturbating me a little faster.

"No, you don't have to, Elijah."

"But I want to. You made me cum and I wanna make you 
cum."

"Ok," I said, giving in. "If you wanna make me cum, go 
ahead."

"Alright."

I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, enjoying the 
feelings, but still feeling a little strange about the 
fact that this was basically child molestation. It was 
certainly getting me off, though. The boy was good at 
what he was doing. Well, I know that at that age, I had 
a lot of practice.

In fact it wasn't more than about three minutes after 
Elijah really started jerking me that I said to him, 
"Hey, I'm gonna cum soon."

"You are?" Elijah perked up. "Cool!" He started 
stroking me faster and faster.

I let out a cross between a whimper and a moan, and my 
sperm shot out of my penis all over my upper body. It 
wasn't the best orgasm I'd ever had, but it certainly 
was far from the worst.

"Did I do it ok?" Elijah asked, still holding onto my 
penis.

"Yeah." I grinned at my little cousin. "Yeah, you did 
just fine. Let go, though, so that I can go get cleaned 
up."

"Oh, ok." Elijah released me. I walked into the kitchen 
and came back with a couple paper towels. One I used on 
me, the other I gave to Elijah who cleaned up his own 
penis.

"That was fun," he said.

"Yeah." I sat down next to him. "You know, right, that 
you can't ever tell anyone about this."

"I know."

"I mean it, Elijah," I said in a stern tone. "I can get 
sent to jail for this."

"Oh." Now he looked a little scared. "I'm sorry, Jake. 
I don't want you to get into trouble!"

"Don't worry, I won't. Just as long as you don't tell 
anyone."

"Ok. Why is it against the law, though?"

I shrugged. "Because people think kids and adults 
shouldn't do anything sexual together."

"Why?"

"I'm not really sure. It probably has to do with 
religion. Most things that sounds stupid usually do."

"Oh."

"So on another note... why did you want to do what we 
just did?"

Elijah sighed. "I don't know. I think..." He shut his 
mouth and looked embarrassed.

"You think you might be gay?" I said softly.

"Yeah..."

"Why do you think this?"

"Well, in the locker room sometimes I get... you 
know... hard."

"Lots of boys do. That's not a big deal. You're 
thirteen, it happens."

"Yeah, but I only do it when I'm looking at a couple of 
the other guys in my class. No one else, just them. And 
at night when I'm at home in bed and I'm... jerking 
off..." Elijah blushed a little. "I think about them 
and stuff."

"Like think about them how?"

"Like naked and us jerking each other and kissing and 
stuff. You know. Gay things."

"Yeah, I know a little bit about that," I said with a 
laugh. "Do you think about girls at all?"

Elijah shrugged. "Not really."

"Well..." I sat back and stopped the tape, hitting the 
rewind button. "It sounds like you might actually be 
gay, yes."

"Oh." He almost looked like he might cry. "I don't want 
to be gay," he said in a small voice.

"No one does, really." I put an arm around his 
shoulders. "But it's ok. Don't ever let anyone make you 
feel bad about it. I mean, hey, I'm gay and I've turned 
out ok."

"Yeah... yeah, I guess so." He smiled up at me. "You 
give good hand jobs, too."

I laughed. "Yeah, well. Remember, that has to be our 
secret."

"I know." My cousin looked shy. "Can we do it again 
soon?"

I laughed again. "We'll see what we can do."


* * *


The next week was... stressful. Weird. Every day I'd 
come home from work and find Elijah waiting for me. 
We'd watch a porno and masturbate each other to orgasm. 
We never did anything else with each other, just 
masturbating, though Elijah kept pressuring me to do 
more stuff. I still wasn't comfortable with what we 
were already doing, though, and the idea of taking it 
further was really weird to me.

Further, Elijah seemed to be deciding more and more 
that he was gay. We didn't even bother to watch 
straight or bi pornos and more. It was just gay ones.

By the end of the week I was sitting around talking 
with one of my friends. His name was Michael and unlike 
me, he was thoroughly into young boys.

"So let me get this straight, as it were," he said to 
me over coffee. "You have a thirteen-year-old boy who 
might be gay and is throwing himself at you?"

"Yeah."

"Damn. You gonna do him?"

I rolled my eyes. "Michael, unlike you I'm not the 
Poster Boy for sex offender registration laws."

He stuck his tongue out at me. "Fine, send him my way. 
I'll give the boy a great education."

"I bet."

"Seriously, Chance. The boy wants to have sex with you. 
Why don't you just do it?"

"Because it's illegal."

"And?"

"Immoral."

"And?"

I sighed. "That's all I got."

Michael raised up one finger. "First point, you smoke 
pot. That's illegal."

"True."

"Second point," he said, holding up another finger, 
this time the middle one. "You have sex with other 
guys. That's immoral according to some and, until 
recently, illegal in some places in the USA."

"True again," I conceded.

"So... since the boy needs to learn how to have sex 
with a guy at some point, why not learn from his older 
cousin who he loves?"

"You know, you're not helping at all."

"I am helping. I'm helping you to do something you 
really want to do but don't actually have the guys to 
do without me helping. I mean, you wouldn't even be 
talking to me unless you'd already decided you wanted 
to sleep with the boy. You just need my affirmation."

I glared at Michael. "You know, I really hate you 
sometimes."

"I know!" he said cheerfully. Then a little more 
seriously, "Look. Sex in of itself isn't a bad thing. 
Sex between adults and teens is not in of itself a bad 
thing. It's only bad when there's a huge power 
imbalance and that power is used to get the powerless 
person into bed. Like with teachers and students. In 
your case, your cousin wants to have sex with you. You 
aren't forcing him to. He wants to. You have power over 
him, yes, but only for a few months and you're not 
using that power to get him into bed. Ultimately, it's 
just sex."

I drank down a little more coffee. "You should write 
copy for NAMBLA."

Michael laughed. "You know, I've had sex with about 
twelve underage boys over the years, from twelve to 
sixteen-years-old. Not one of them complained. They all 
had orgasms. They all had a good time. So have sex with 
Elijah. He'll enjoy it. You'll enjoy it. And you'll be 
more like me!"

"You know, just because I sleep with one underage boy 
doesn't mean I'm going to turn into another you."

"Maybe not," he conceded. "But at least you'll 
understand me a little more."

"Maybe." I finished off my coffee. "Ok, so if I go for 
it, how do I do it?"

"Pretty easy. Next time you're ready to go to bed, make 
a point of letting Elijah know that he's welcome to 
join you. Tell him there's a dress code, though. No one 
shares your bed without being naked. He doesn't have to 
join you, he can if he wants to, blah, blah, blah. If 
he gets into bed with you, you've got him. If not, then 
the next time he's bugging you, you can tell him he's 
had his chance."

I considered this idea. "Huh... well... I don't know. 
I'll have to think about it."

Michael polished off his coffee and looked at his 
watch. Standing up he said, "You do that. I gotta get 
back to work."

"You know, right, that it's incredibly sick that you 
work in the Children's Section of the library, right?"

"Tcha," he said, waving his hand dismissively. "All 
those kids are too young." He started walking away and 
paused. Looking over his shoulder at me he said, 
"Though some of them have awfully cute older siblings. 
See ya!"

I rolled my eyes and sat back in my chair, thinking 
about everything Michael had said and trying to decide 
what to do.


END PART ONE


Copyright 2004 by Alex Hawk. No special joke this time. 
Why bother?

This is part one of a two-part story. I had originally 
meant to have it all as one story, but I've had a bit 
of writer's block and I figured that I might as well 
get part one published so that you can all enjoy it! 
YAY!

Meantime, if you wanna send me any feedback for a get a 
copy of the FAQ I wrote about me then please write to 
alexhawk@operamail.com ! Thanks! ^_^

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison system.
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