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Hello, It's Me
by Dan Perducci (danperducci@yahoo.co.uk)

***

A mysterious stranger puts fear into a boy who is home 
alone. (Mdom/m-teen, ped, nc, v, rp)

***

Glen was not a popular student at school. He was not 
even sure if he liked himself. He only knew that his 
'loner' status worsened with every passing day of his 
8th grade year in school.

If it was not for the occasional queries from his 
Algebra teacher, Glen might as well have lived in a 
hermetically sealed bubble – free from the brickbats 
(or even bouquets) of adolescent life.

At home, both parents were clueless to his isolation 
because they both 'abandoned' him during his waking 
hours. His father worked very long hours at the office 
and his mother worked the closing shift at the local 
mall.

It was a different time in which an island could exist 
the way Glen did. The year 1975 was a time of rotary 
dial phones around the house and computers only being 
huge, clunky devices that had no such place in domestic 
situations.

The buses passed Glen on his way home from school. The 
open windows revealed the kind of chatter that he 
wished to engage in if he was not so afraid to venture 
into such intercourse. Instead, he moped the entire 
quarter mile to his driveway.

Swanson's greeted the unusually self-sufficient boy. 
His most difficult choice of the evening was to decide 
between turkey and Salisbury steak. To prevent three 
nights in a row of the latter, he placed his aluminum 
tray of frozen turkey, mashed potatoes and apple crisp 
into the oven.

Removing his oven mitts and setting the timer, Glen 
took his time poring over his Algebra problems and 
reviewing that week's vocabulary words. The smell 
dinner wafted through the first story of the house and 
gave him a well-needed break from his studies.

Being that his grades were always decent, he felt no 
guilt in lingering over the evening newspaper and 
savoring his meal. He read intently about the second 
assassination attempt on the life of President Ford. He 
didn't take either try too seriously because they were 
both cases of kooky women with axes to grind.

It was probably better that way, he thought. Who would 
want to make a martyr out of Gerald Ford of all people? 
Nobody really knew what the man stood for except that 
he wasn't Nixon.

He turned the page to look for that day's "Broom Hilda" 
comic strip and poured himself more lemonade to drink.

The tinny sound of the phone nearly made him jump about 
and knock over his full glass. Nobody called his house. 
He had no friends and people knew that his parents were 
away for the time being.

"Hello?" Glen asked. He was always at a loss when he 
had to interact with the outside world – even at 
school.

"Hell, it's me," replied a warm but unsettling voice. 
This man's words were thick with a kind of emotion that 
didn't sound normal.

"I'm sorry but my parents aren't home," Glen said, "I'm 
afraid that I can't help you. They're at work and..."

"Never mind mommy and daddy, I want to talk to you."

"Do you go to my school? You don't sound like anyone I 
know," Glen tried to guess if someone would be bold 
enough to play a childish prank.

"I'm a little too old to be at your school, boy. Maybe 
you should be asking me what I want?"

"What DO you want?" the boy asked, obviously enveloped 
by a case of the creeps.

"You know what I want," the anonymous man said, "I want 
to get into your pants."

"Where do you want to go?" Glen's hearing wasn't always 
the best.

"I want to fuck you," the man spat out, "Can you 
understand that?"

"You're disgusting. You're a guy. Even I know that you 
need a girl if you want to..."

"Fuck? Come on, you're a big boy now. You should know 
that I could put my stiff cock up your little virgin 
asshole."

Beyond the point of being offended, Glen threatened to 
hang up on this unwanted caller.

"It's no use, little man, I will just keep calling 
you."

His dinner growing cooler, Glen's blood ran just as 
cold. What did this freak mean? He definitely wasn't 
going to torment him like this. 

"What do you want from me?" Glen asked out of stark 
fear.

Glen wondered if someone in his small town knew his 
secret desires. After all, how else did homosexuals 
hook up with each other? If had to have been a secret 
society where someone picked up on Glen's strange 
feelings at the city pool during the summer. Or someone 
noticed how Glen's eye paused momentarily on the 
lifeguard that June.

"I'll do whatever you want. Just leave me be!" Glen 
uttered at a volume short of a scream.

The husky voice almost dissolved into mean-spirited 
laughter but held long enough to offer the demands.

"I know that you're a little cocksucker and you're 
gonna be mine. Now we can do it my way or you can pay 
the price," said the mysterious antagonist.

"My parents are home right now and I'll..."

"You're a fucking liar! Both your parents are away. 
Even a retard knows that there aren't any cars in your 
driveway."

Sweat saturated Glen's briefs and filled his half-horny 
heart with suspense.

"This whole mind fuck turns you on and you know it," 
the menace returned to a seductive whisper, "Now, do 
what I say."

Glen bit his lip with some anticipation and some dread.

"Are you listening?"

"Yes."

"Good."

The next thing Glen heard was a dial tone.

It was obviously a prank call to scare the beejeesezus 
out of him. He still found it tough to steady himself 
back to normal.

Glen sighed – not from relief but from not knowing what 
to do next.

He was steamed and so was his dinner. It was smoldering 
in the oven.

"Shit!" Not only was his innocence a casualty of the 
night, it looked like he would have to put together an 
impromptu sandwich for supper.

He crossed his fingers and opened the oven door. The 
smell overpowered the kitchen and dashed any of his 
hopes for a salvageable meal.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

Glen wondered who would be calling on his family in the 
evening. The 'No Soliciting' sign should have been 
obvious but the occasional Girl Scout or magazine 
salesman did not have such a vast vocabulary.

Forgetting his ordeal, Glen pulled the door open.

He was immediately pushed backward by a force much 
greater than him. 

Pinned on his back, Glen felt a hand on his mouth and a 
massive form was on top of him. From what he remembered 
he heard a foot slam the front door shut.

A pair of foreign hips was grinding on his small frame. 
It was moving in a way similar to the way the popular 
boys described dry humping their girlfriends to avoid 
'pregnancy.'

Hardness was pressing itself between Glen's thighs and 
he immediately recognized it as a member much larger 
than his own.

Glen wriggled and squirmed to no effect. He began to 
feel the layer of pants disappear between himself and 
his attacker. Flesh was pressing against him and was 
drifting upward his mouth in a perverse game of 
twister.

"If you bite my cock, I'll kill you!" said the now 
recognizable voice.

A flash of something filled Glen's eyes. IT WAS his 
tormentor.

"Suck!" he demanded.

The engorged tool jammed itself into the boys mouth and 
he shut his eyes to pretend he wasn't being mouth raped 
but was somewhere else.

The pumping of the piston-like motions into his mouth 
were destroying any sense of not being there. He was 
being invaded by a strange force and was helpless.

Luckily for him, he was not going to have to swallow 
this man's sperm but the worst was yet to come.

This man with a swift motion flipped Glen over onto the 
rug beside the front door and pushed his face into the 
dusty mass.

The awkward position and pressure prevented Glen from 
shouting much. He could only manage a squeal that 
anticipated what would come next.

He felt the tugging at his pants and underwear. He was 
now spread eagle and face down with scrapes and rug 
burn on his face. This sensation took an obvious 
backseat to the cutting pain of his backside being 
penetrated by a man who was certainly twice his age.

The man's body rocked back and forth with lusty 
enthusiasm. The man's body found a perverse rhythm with 
the boy's shamed yelps. This bucking around continued 
for only a dozen or so pumps but appeared to never end. 

Even someone as naïve as Glen knew that his 'purpose' 
was almost complete when the hips that pressed into his 
ass jerked about and propelled some warmness into his 
innermost of innards. This sensation was punctuated by 
the feeling of the man's teeth biting into his 
shoulder.

The front door slammed suddenly after some rustling of 
clothes. And that is how Glen's parents found him. On 
the floor, in pain and half-naked with semen coated his 
on naked half...

END?

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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.
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