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by Tom (tje@mail.nls.net)
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A man is mysteriously transported back to his childhood,
with the full knowledge of a 45 year old adult. (bbg,
youths, bi, 1st, sci-fi)
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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.
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 length 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 had 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 excitement 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.
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 beautiful flawless tits as I
came in him.
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 - suddenly - she broke it off, just before she
experienced menarche. She wouldn'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.
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
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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