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Chapter 1

Jason watched with heated anticipation as the device worked through the final stages of initialization. This last sequence was crucial and the most likely to go wrong. There were so many pieces of the puzzle that had to fall into place at precisely the right time. The amperage from the battery system charging the induction coils, the calibration on the twenty-six laser diodes, and the alignment of the sixty-thousand and some odd microscopic refraction lenses, all pointed at the subject bed. If anything went wrong, if the readings didn't match with his careful calculations and data simulation, he'd have to pull the plug. He'd have to call off an event that had the potential to change the entire course of human history.

Despite all the pressure, Jason maintained a solid grip on his confidence. His lab was a bustle of activity, very busy without the sense of being chaotic. All his staff and colleagues knew their place. Dr. Jynn, professor of quantum algorithms and cryptology, was sitting at the terminal of one of the most expensive quantum computers ever built. Dr. Young, a professor of optics, faced toward the subject bed and the laser gun aimed at it, monitoring its calibration along With Jason. His six graduate students prepared the 'tangle gel,' the mirrors, and the numerous optical sensors. Everyone in attendance was well versed with their places, as they had done countless test-runs, countless simulations, working almost non-stop for the past six weeks in efforts to cover every failure, every eventuality.

They were ready. It was go time.

The resident MD stepped up to him and held out a hospital gown. "Time to get changed, Doctor, and I'll need to check your vitals before we begin."

Jason didn't answer until he was satisfied the hum of the induction system was at the right frequency. He knew Dr. Jynn was monitoring the system's overall performance, and the software he wrote would instantly warn him of any problem. That still didn't stop him from taking one last peek at his screen. No one knew the big picture as he did. This project was his baby, his ninth symphony, the columniation of his life's work.

"Understood," he said to the MD. "Be right back."

It felt good to get out of the hot seat for a bit. A TV crew was setting up on the periphrasis, two camera guys, and a reporter. He snuck by them when their backs were turned. They'd talk his ear off if he let them, wanting to get more detail. A part of him didn't mind divulging a few secrets, taking the opportunity to share his passion, but a more significant part was still squeamish when it came time to present a public face, talking in front of strangers, and making himself look good. Charisma was not one of his strong suits.

There was a reason why people like him were relegated to labs. He wasn't exactly the image of a highly successful leader of a big R & D project with millions of government funding dollars. He was forced to reflect on that some more as he stripped himself bare in the bathroom stall. It was at Dr. Young's insistence his clothing be removed. Interference between the lasers' red and infra-red wavelengths had to be reduced as much as possible, which meant removing all sources of impedance. Hence several additional 'adjustments.'

Being naked was the easy part. He'd also been forced to shave everywhere, including his head. Fortunately, they'd let him keep his eyebrows; otherwise, he doubted he could face anyone, let alone the public. The last and most challenging requirement was the weight-loss. Closer to when the project started, he weighed well over two hundred thirty pounds. Only standing at five-foot-ten, he wasn't going to win at any beauty pageants. For launch day, his target weight was one-sixty-five. The scale showed him only three pounds over this morning. Close enough.

While the weight-loss certainly made a big difference, he still wouldn't call himself handsome by any stretch. Jason frowned at his penis, which was starting to chub up at the prospect of being out in the open in front of so many. Wouldn't it just be wonderful when everyone saw his meager six-inch [15cm] erection, which only had a thickness of about two of his fingers. It was rather pathetic, he knew, though he didn't know if being soft would be any better. These people were professionals and would understand his excitement.

"Dr. Krybo, how are you feeling on this momentous occasion? You ready to make history?" the reporter asked, catching him before he could make it back into the thick of things.

Jason gave the reporter the most genuine smile he could, doing his best to ignore his nudity. The red light was already blinking atop the camera as it panned to follow him.

"Am I ready? Yes. How am I feeling? If you want an honest answer, it feels like I swallowed a jar of butterflies they keep over at the O-Chem lab."

The reporter let out a fake chuckle, "Know what you mean. I'm sure anyone in your position would be feeling those butterflies. You're taking a huge leap of faith. All of us at the station are still surprised you gunned for the pilot seat yourself, agreeing to be the first human test subject for your experiment."

"I wouldn't ask anyone else to volunteer for something I wouldn't do myself. I mean… if I don't trust the machine I built, how could I expect anyone else to trust it? I want to show everyone everywhere what a difference it can make. People need to know they can trust it. If this machine is going to have any impact, forming that trust is essential."

"I think you've already won the trust of more people than you think. People idolize you, and if this works, you'll become an instant celebrity to the entire world, some say bigger than Einstein," the reporter raved.

"You go too far," Jason shook his head. "I stand on the shoulders of giants, which includes Einstein, as well as Maxwell, Schrodinger, and Heisenberg. My contribution is the smallest among them, and I wouldn't even be here if it weren't for my research team. Now, if you'll excuse."

The reporter opened his mouth again, sure to start a whole new line of questions, but Jason held up a hand to cut him off. He hated being rude, but at some point, these people had to be stopped, or they'd go on forever.

"Take a seat over here," the MD indicated a stool next to the subject bed. The MD placed electrodes on his chest and wrapped a cuff around his arm. While the cuff was inflated five or six times, he also put a sensor on his finger.

"Systolic and Diastolic one-twenty over eighty. Pulse rate sixty-two. Hemoglobin fifteen grams per deciliter. Glucose ninety-six milligrams per deciliter. ECG normal. Everything looks good on this end," the MD announced.

"What's our frequency precision looking like on carrier waves Epsilon, Mu, and Rho?" Jason asked Dr. Young.

The squat Asian female looked up from her optics display, "Within point two Hertz. Signal looks clean across all band-pass harmonics. Reference frequency stable at six hundred Terahertz. Digital time differential running at one point two nanoseconds."

"Eric, bring up the floodlights," he shouted to one of his grad students.

Over thirty lamps in a large ring hung above the subject bed came on all at once, bathing the center of the lab in bright white light. While the bright light generated no heat, it still caused a bead of sweat to break across his brow. The lamps were custom, meant to filter out any unwanted frequencies from the rest of the room. With a signal from Dr. Young, he slid off the stool and onto the subject bed.

The metal surface was coated with a unique, non-reflective polish, another measure to ensure the non-interference of the lasers' signal. In the corner of his vision, he caught James Kashman watching, the president of the science department. They made quick eye contact, and the man gave him a short nod. This was the moment of truth that would make or break their careers. In the back, Jason could hear the reporter giving his commentary.

"-on this amazing occasion. If today's experiment is successful, Doctor Jason Krybo will be the first man in history teleported through the nothingness of space. Though today's distance may not be impressive, what was once doable only in Science Fiction will now be made a reality.

"Just imagine for a moment. Today, if Doctor Krybo can be teleported a mere six feet, he could be teleported anywhere. Anywhere there is a tele-gun and a tub of tangle gel. Ladies and gentlemen, here at MIT, in Boston, Massachusetts, Dr. Krybo is about to make history."

The metal of the subject bed was only slightly chilly to his bare skin. He was more concerned about his front and the semi-erect state of his penis. 'Put it out of your mind,' he thought to himself. Others weren't focused on it, so neither should he. The tech was the superstar of the day today, and what a marvel it was to behold.

The tele-gun had twenty-six lasers, each as thick as his arm, optical fibers extending out like fingers. The red wavelengths were already visible up and down his chest, arms and legs, and head. As the experiment progressed, the red lights widened, sweeping over his body in lines. The gun had to scan every molecule in his body, bouncing data off the subject bed, into reflection mirrors, and up to a massive bank of optical sensors above the subject bed. The quantum computer was taking in the data now, as fast as the sensors could give it.

"What's the equivalence ratio look like in the gelatin," Jason asked Debra, his lead grad student in charge of the tangle gel.

Always cheerful and with a smile, Deb. She could light up a room as well as all these floodlights, with only her smile. Time and again, he considered taking things further with her, in some attempt at cultural normalcy, but his feelings were too conflicted. She was divorced and left alone to care for her seven-year-old son. Another cause of conflicting emotions. Better to leave the relationship professional.

"Stable at point zero two discrepancy. If you gotta cough or sneeze, do it now," Deb joked.

"I'm good," he answered while trying to remain still. "You start the count down."

He didn't look over to see Doctor Jynn's confirmation, didn't need to as he shortly heard the computer's soft feminine voice start counting backward from twenty.

Here he was, Jason Krybo, thirty years old and a Doctorate at twenty, life dedicated to this one moment. If everything went according to his calculations when the countdown reached zero, his body would cease to exist for eleven point six nanoseconds. The time it took to establish pristine quantum entanglement between his molecules and the molecules of the carbon-based gel. It was that time that made teleportation possible. It was during that crucial time the magic happened. When the gun and receptors captured its last bits of molecular data, averaged them, and then zap! Dispersion. Then right at the end of that window, the lasers delivered the data to the tangle-gel, and the gel would become Jason.

Eighteen, Seventeen, Sixteen…

Thoughts flitted through Jason's mind, but he suppressed them. No time for doubts; this was going to work. Briefly, he wondered what he'd miss out on if this experiment ended badly. His whole life seemed to flash by him. The funny thing was, what he remembered in these final moments weren't the endless hours he spent laboring in his lab. They were of his childhood. His not-so-happy childhood. Lots of regrets there, so many things left undone. So many missed experiences. Even when he was little, he made science his life, studied it every waking moment, to the exclusion of everything else.

Fifteen, Fourteen, Thirteen…

Well, not quite everything else, if he was perfectly honest. He was still human, and with human needs. The problem was, his needs were not accepted. Not acknowledged.

Twelve, Eleven, Ten…

In fact, they were shunned. It was the primary reason he never had a relationship. Never experienced love.

Nine, Eight…

That he never had sex with anyone.

Seven, Six…

That the only thing his penis had ever felt was his hand sliding up and down it.

Five, Four…

His lips had only ever pecked his mother on her cheek.

Three…

No! This was not the last thing he would think about! This thing he knew was wrong. A horrific perversion. A sick joke. There was no place in this world,

Two…

For a man,

One…

Who sexually desired only one thing:

Zero.

Little boys!

An impossibly bright light fired through the barrel of the teleportation gun, it's bright red beam slamming into Jason's nude body. The light completely enveloped him, every part of him, and everyone watching who wasn't wearing special goggles had to look away. He was gone from the universe for eleven point six nanoseconds, with only the data stored in the massive memory array of a quantum computer.

Or was he?

Chapter 2

Jason blinked the tears from his eyes as the floodlights powered down. The lab was in turmoil. Shouting, beeping, emergency signals sounding. Jason tried to sit up but was plagued by a strange stiffness. As he took inventory of his surroundings, he was startled to see the tub of tangle gel sat undisturbed. No, not undisturbed; its color had changed. Debra was at the computer right next to it, punching at her keyboard.

"I can't understand this. It's just not possible. The gel is showing traces of organic components. Proteins, amino acids, even DNA. Human DNA. Or at least–it used to be."

"Dr. Krybo's?" Eric asked.

Debra shook her head, "There is no way to tell. The DNA is too scrambled. If any human cells formed in this gel, they rapidly lost coherency, and when I say rapid, I'm talking nanoseconds."

"What does that mean, exactly?" Eric looked over at the bed where Jason was lying.

There was something very wrong about the look his grad-student was giving him. The young man wasn't looking in quite the right place. His head was turned a little too far to the right, not looking at Jason's face, which was where he expected the guy to look.

"Now is not the time for guessing," cutting Debra off before she could answer. "Everyone, can I get your attention. Time is of the essence here. First, let me make clear whatever we learn doesn't leave this department until it is vetted. Until we know more, the public will be informed there was an accident and a minor setback. Do not confirm or deny Dr. Krybo's condition. Understood?"

A curt nod from all. xx

"You," James pointed to the reporter. "Your footage has now become evidence and is the property of this department. If you take issue with that, feel free to file a suit."

The reporter held out his microphone in a helpless gesture, "I don't want to cause trouble."

People started talking again, but the room felt different like the air density had changed. The head of the science department came up to the edge of the bed frame, placing his hand only inches from were Jason lay. He stared at it as if nothing were there, as if the metal surface was barren, devoid of any human presence.

"Where are you, Jason?" James asked, barely above a whisper. "Where did you go?"

"I'm right here," Jason responded. "Damn it!"

He pushed himself into a sitting position, gripping the bed frame. But something didn't feel right about that grip. There was no texture, smooth or rough, nor was it hot or cold. It was nothing. He swung his legs over the end of the bed and stretched his back with the expectation of soreness, but there wasn't any. There was no feeling. He touched his big toe to the floor–the same. His appendage stopped, indicating it hit something tangible, but there was no feeling.

What happened? What went wrong?

Jason's mind raced through all the calculations, all the equations. The experiment should have worked. Seventeen mice. Seventeen! And not a thing wrong with any of them. Inanimate objects as well. Debra wanted to teleport her cat, but she said Kyle caught wind of her idea and pleaded with her not to go through with it. Her son was unwilling to donate his precious feline to science, and Jason couldn't blame him. Besides, he didn't think he could live with himself permanently depriving a little boy of his beloved pet. What was it that failed? Something in the optics? The quantum algorithms? An error in the data transfer?

"Impossible," he said under his breath. Except he wasn't breathing. He tried to breathe in air, but he couldn't get the sense anything passed into his lungs. Which made him realize he hadn't spoken. He moved his mouth. He thought he heard himself say something, but he hadn't.

"Alright," Deb threw up her hands. "I can't make any more progress here. Eric, Manond, Frank; help me take this back to the O-Chem lab. Marcus and Ty, stay here and help Doctor Jynn."

It took all three of the male grad students to help Debra move the tub. They moved it slowly and with great care, for which Jason was thankful. Part of him could be in there, and it was likely the best place to look for clues. Jason thought about following, but he trusted Deb. In his opinion, she knew organic chemistry better than any tenured professor found at any university in the country. As he knew, Janet Young was the best at optics, and Yuu was best at algorithms. And Marcus and Ty put together could likely hack into any modern computer system built by man. The two started pouring through the data with Yuu, analyzing memory, looking for patterns in the hex dumps that maybe Yuu's algorithms didn't catch.

They were all trying their hardest, Jason knew, which was why he couldn't hold it against them when the time rolled past three in the morning, and they all gave the consensus to call it quits for the evening. One by one, they all left, with Yuu being the last one out.

"We'll find you, Jason," Yuu said out into the open. "Wherever you went."

Yuu turned and flipped out the lights. The door closed behind him with a resounding thud. Then there was darkness. It wasn't complete darkness with the computer screens still on, endlessly spewing logs. Yet it felt strange. Having spent so much of his life here, there was no reason it should, but it did. He pulled up a chair to sit down and stare at Jynn's monitor, but his hand had no luck moving it. If he pushed hard enough, harder by far than it would have taken to scoot it if he were normal, instead of moving the chair, his hand moved 'into the chair.'

There was considerable resistance pulling it back out again. It must have had to do with the density of matter. The thicker the material, the harder to push through. He confirmed it after trying to push his hand through the bed's metal surface, versus the padding on the stools. While it didn't particularly hurt cramming his arm into the floor, the position was awkward and unnerving.

While gravity had a pull on him, it didn't seem enough to drag him through the dense concrete. He wondered if the same physics applied if he walked on wood or even glass. Best to be careful, he thought, and tread lightly. He was living on the frontiers of science, having gone where no man had gone before, a trip into another dimension, even though it looked familiar. Maybe the experiment was successful, and his body had transitioned to the closest parallel world.

Or maybe he was dead.

No, not dead. Dead is dead. Dead is what happens when the heart stops pumping. When red blood cells stop perfusing oxygen, a cell can no longer process glucose, when mitochonDr.ia no longer generates ATBs of energy. Once that stops, there is only decomposition, the slow breakdown of cellular structure into basic building blocks. That is dead. Plain and simple. The thought disentangled souls without a body was just plain ridiculous.

Or was it?

Jason held up his hand, a hand he could clearly see. It reflected light. Certain wavelengths passed through, others not. But why couldn't others see it? Had his eyes changed somehow along with the rest of him? So many questions. So many impossibilities. Yet it was possible because here he was.

***

A few of his questions were answered in the following few days, but some answers led to even bigger questions. On day five, Yuu found a discrepancy in the memory buffer. Self-correcting data storage was a big part of the picture, and Yuu found an entire section left-shifted by one bit. Yuu swore up and down it wasn't a big deal, that the system would have used a different copy, one that matched correctly with his hashing algorithm. The system would have tossed the invalid data, he said, it would have rebuilt new copies where needed. Jason wasn't so sure. Left shifted. That could have meant a phase discrepancy in the optics, but Janet remained adamant. She said she would have seen it in at least one of the seven hundred detectors installed into the ceiling. She said every single one checked out. What then? Everything here was top of the line, and there was so much redundancy it hurt his brain. Yet something somewhere failed.

***

At two weeks, Deb was at wit's end. Out of everyone on the team, she was taking it the hardest. She made it her personal mission to collect as much data as possible to pursue every avenue. Deb, together with Eric, ran the tangle gel through every test imaginable. Protein sequencing, acid decay, chemical conductivity, the works. They made a good pair, Deb and Eric. Spending so much time watching them, he noticed things he hadn't before. The way Eric frequently had his hand on her shoulder, at the small of her back, or cusping her arm.

At first, he thought Eric was simply trying to comfort her, and she did need comforting. Of everyone on the team, Jason felt closest to Debra, and he suspected Debra might have felt the same. The way she went at these tests confirmed it. He wanted so badly to comfort her like Eric, to give her solace from her woe, get her smiling and laughing again, back to the old Deb.

It was killing him, being unable to assist in the investigation. There were so many suggestions he had, things they should try, places he thought they overlooked. He wanted to tell Yuu to run more data consistency tests. He wanted to tell Janet to take apart the detectors and recalibrate every one of them. He wanted to check the data throughput rates to see if any buffers experienced overflow and lost something.

He would have been more than happy to do all the work himself if he could have.

Every night when they left, Jason was on his own, and since his need for sleep had evaporated, that meant a lot of time to think, which wasn't necessarily a good thing. As time rolled on, it became more and more of a bad thing. Too much time to think and not act or produce. It was driving him toward insanity. Too much time to think meant facing his inner demons, thoughts, and emotions poking through because he could not bury them in his work. But why would he have emotions at all when he lost every other ability to feel? How could he feel sadness, anger, and depression when he no longer felt pain, fatigue, or anything else physical? How could the cells in his body even continue functioning without food? Without oxygen? How could he set the Guinness book of world records on the length of time between bowel movements?

Jason's inability to defecate took a back seat to something far more pressing as the weeks drifted on. At first, he didn't believe what his eyes told him. It had to be some trick of the light. Marcus accidentally turned on the floodlights one day, and he swore he saw right through himself. The effect crept up on him as five weeks turned to six. By week seven, he was three-quarters of the way to oblivion.

He panicked on that seventh week. He ran over to Yuu, yelled at him in voiceless silence to look where he wasn't looking. He yelled at all of them, stomped around, slapping his still-bald head. None of it did any good. They weren't going to figure this out in time. They weren't going to pull him back, and if by some miracle they did figure something out, it would be too late. He'd be gone. Fizzled. Phased out of existence.

Three months after the accident, Yuu would be forced to relinquish the quantum computer to another project. Yuu Jynn was the only one remaining in Jason's lab at that point, using the space to study his readings quietly. Most of the rest of Jason's equipment got scavenged and requisitioned by other research projects.

"I'm sorry, Jason," Yuu said on his last day on the project. "We all are. I'm going to keep working on it in my free time. James may have given up, but I haven't. I know there are more clues in the data; it's just that there's so much of it. I think you were the only one who understood that, Jason. I think you were the only one who appreciated the immense complexity of what we were trying to do. I know you would have figured this out if you were here. You always called me the algorithms guy, but you were the one who saw the patterns in the numbers. You were the only one who understood all the variables and the effect they all had on each other." Yuu bit the bottom of his lip. "I wish I could have done more."

Yuu sat there for some time, staring at the twin teleportation guns, all that remained of Jason's invention, unable to pull his eyes away. Jason sat in the corner, waiting for himself to phase out. He was waiting for the consequences of his actions to lay claim to the last tiny thread of his existence. Then when Yuu rolled his chair over and put a hand on the device, he felt something. An inescapable pull. The pull became greater as tears developed in Yuu's eyes, and his shoulders started shaking. The man was crying, and something about that tugged at Jason in an unexplainable way.

Jason found himself moving, walking toward Yuu. He found himself putting a hand on the man's shoulder, without thinking about it. Jason's hand, nearly transparent now, trembled at the touch. While he felt nothing whatsoever when he touched inanimate matter, the same was not true when he touched Yuu. Upon contact, he was shocked by feelings of sadness and loss.

Were these his own feelings? Or were these Yuu's?

Another wave of anguish shot through him as Yuu's sobbing became more pronounced. These were Yuu's emotions; he was sure! Though they were sad and heartbreaking, they were vivid. They made Jason feel alive again. As Jason continued his contact, he swore he started to understand Yuu in a way he never had before, to know him better than he ever knew anyone–and he yearned for more!

It must have been Jason's dying need. Like he'd fallen into a deep abyss and was shown the light. A light at the end of the tunnel, he could run toward it.–and Jason ran. He ran straight for that light as fast as he could. Unthinking, he shoved his hand into Yuu's body, quadrupling the bond he shared with the man, quintupling it.

In the blink of an eye, he thought he felt his entire reality change, all his perceptions standing on edge. For a brief moment, for just a flash, he thought he was Yuu. Then an immense feeling of pain–Real pain. Pain as if every muscle in his body was being pulled and contorted into impossible positions. Pain as if every nerve receptor had caught on fire, burning through every fiber in his nevus system, straight into his brain. Then just as quick as it started, the pain was gone.

Jason was lying on the floor, no longer transparent. Yuu was slumped over in the chair, unconscious.

"Yuu, Yuu. Are you alright? Tell me you are okay!" Jason pushed himself onto his feet so he could check on his friend.

Jason mouthed the words, but no sound came out. That didn't stop him from trying to shake Yuu, desperate to know how his friend was. The contact he made now wasn't like before. It felt like nothingness again, devoid of perception. He withdrew his hand from Yuu's arm, afraid to do any more damage than he already had.

"Yuu," he mouthed again. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do this."

Jason had never felt more powerless at any point in his life. There was nothing he could do. Nothing. Phased as he was, he could offer this man no assistance, no call for help.

After a few more minutes, Jason discovered his worry was uncalled for. The man was still breathing. His breath was shallow, but nothing worse than if he were simply taking a nap. Several hours later, someone finally came to check on him.

"Yuu," Jason watched Ty shake him. "I think this is a sign to call it quits for the day."

"I think you're right," Yuu nodded. "Don't know what came over me. I think I blacked out. Feeling real tired for some reason."

"Think you can get home, okay?" Ty asked.

"I should. Think I might call a cab, though. The train sounds way too daunting right now," said Yuu.

"Probably not a bad idea. Take care of yourself," Ty said as he waved goodbye.

Jason thought about following Yuu home, even if there was nothing he could do for the guy. There was a little tug when Yuu left, reminding him of the connection they shared. Yuu had given him something, or more like Jason had taken it. What that something was, Jason had no idea, but it felt wonderful. Life giving, and now it seemed essential to his survival. It was also the first time he'd felt anything in these past few months, and it was an experience he absolutely had to repeat.

It was past time he gets out of this stuffy lab and takes this life raft he was thrown all the way to shore.

Chapter 3

Watching Debra give her lecture was a real joy. Out of all his research staff, Debra was the person he liked most. While Debra was a beautiful woman, that wasn't the reason he was drawn to her. She was passionate about her subject; she cared whether her students understood. She gave it her all, every single day. It frustrated Jason to watch from the back row. This was an undergrad course, intro to organic chemistry, which meant it was required for many students in attendance. Which meant there were very few in the room whole-headedly paying attention. Half the guys probably only did so because of Debra's shapely face, her elegant brown hair, her twinkling hazel eyes, and her tight-fitting dress. Even before the accident, Jason wondered why she chose dresses that drew those kinds of looks. Was she actively seeking them? Debra was not a girl to flirt, at least not that Jason had ever seen, nor was she a tease. To Jason, she never seemed anything less than honest. After watching her at school for the second day in a row, it held true even when Jason wasn't around.

Except for when she was with Eric.

Jason was both blind and stupid not to notice it before. While he couldn't be certain Debra harbored feelings for him, it was obvious things were further along between her and Eric. Even if Jason were still around, it was doubtful Debra would have pursued him, and he simply could not summon the same kind of motivations as Eric, no matter how much he wanted to be normal. Well, that isn't quite true, Jason thought on reflection; he did have a motivation, a pretty strong one, in fact.

Kyle.

Jason had only seen pictures of the boy. Debra had them as a wallpaper on her computer desktop, as the background picture on her phone, and in frames she had on her office desk. The boy was c. u. t. e. cute! Straight brown hair in a bowl cut, a round face with a button nose, and the same hazel eyes as her mother.

While the boy was only seven years old and toward the low end of Jason's age of attraction, his proportions were flawless. Several of Debs's pictures revealed the boy's thighs just below a pair of soccer shorts. They were the kind Jason especially liked, cut upward along the sides, revealing even more of that blessed boy skin. The boy was active in nearly all the shots of playing soccer. His shirt rode high in a lot of them, exposing his perfect tummy and the small of his back, so much blemish-free and creamy white skin on display. Tight-fitting shorts neatly accentuating a perfect little bubble butt. The boy had truly delicious slenderness, tight curves unhindered by any baby fat or pudginess. Jason had had countless masturbation fantasies about Kyle. Imagining what he looked like naked, the size of his penis, hoping it wasn't overly large on his petite frame. Big penises didn't belong to little boys, and while part of him may have felt that way due to his lack of size, it was a strong preference.

***

The scientist in Jason convinced himself that his decision to follow Debra off-campus was rooted in objectivity. Jason had spent the past few days making physical contact with most of his associates, touching them and maintaining a phased overlap for long periods, and that Deb was the one whom he felt the strongest connection. It still felt nowhere close to the feeling he got with Yuu. Jason believed that the case was unique, due to how close he was to oblivion. Whatever his body needed at the time, it was forced to take. Now he seemed much more balanced.

Deb's route home was on the red line, from MIT to the end at Alewife. From there, she picked up her car at the station and made the short drive to Belmont. Last year Jason had tried to convince her to move closer to avoid parking at the crowded station, but she said she couldn't. Kyle had friends at school, and she couldn't just move him. Jason told her he understood, but he didn't. Children made and lost friends at the drop of a hat, so why not have him try to make new friends in Cambridge? Likely smarter kids were going to school there anyways, but she also couldn't move because that's where her mother lived, and she needed her mother to help with Kyle. Without her mother's help, Kyle would be in childcare every day, something that Debra could not afford.

Jason felt truly awkward, getting into Debra's car as she drove. It was one thing following her on the subway, and another thing entirely to push himself through the car door and into the passenger seat. He felt even more awkward following her to fetch Kyle from after-school care. Jason recognized the boy from the pictures right away. Those photos didn't do him justice. Kyle stole the room with his cuteness. Jason's breath would have caught in his throat if he had breath. As soon as the boy saw his mother, he launched himself into her arms, nearly bowling her over.

"You're late!" Kyle complained, though not whining. Just a statement of fact.

"What are you talking about? It's barely past five! This place doesn't close until six!" said Debra.

"Still," Kyle folded his arms, "What are we having for dinner."

"I don't know," Debra said, tired, "How does pizza delivery sound?"

"Woo hoo!" Kyle balled his little hand into a fist and shot it into the air. "Score!"

"Yup. Take advantage of my tiredness. Tomorrow I'm making you eat brussel sprouts."

"Ick!" Kyle stuck a finger down his throat, fake choking himself.

"Okay, let's get out of here, monkey."

Jason witnessed Kyle's monkey-like behavior, first-hand all the way back to the car. The boy was like a yo-yo, running to his mom, away from her and back, then away again–what a bundle of energy. Jason could see it was wearing on Debra on the walk back to her car. While he found Kyle's exuberance enduring for the moment, he quickly saw the challenge in keeping up with the kid.

If Jason felt awkward in the car before, the sensation was doubled or even tripled now. However, that didn't stop him from sitting in the back with the boy, watching his every movement. Neither did it stop him from bringing a hand to the boy's thigh to touch him. Jason whispered a silent thanks to Debra for not using a car seat, as it gave Kyle much more freedom of movement. Freedom to pull his legs up and push them back down. Freedom to flop around and wiggle, all the time causing his shorts to bunch up in his lap, pant legs riding up and down his hairless little thighs. Jason sat forward in his seat, straining to look down Kyle's shorts, trying to get a peek at his underwear. The boy was wearing white briefs, although with some kind of pattern. Maybe little birds? His soccer shorts' nylon material was too malleable for Jason to get a decent view of the boy's crotch, despite his best efforts.

Perhaps it was just his imagination, but touching this boy was not the same as the adults. Jason felt a definite tug. A desire to run his hand deeper and deeper into the child. To overlap himself with this precocious little bundle of energy. The problem was, he couldn't determine which desire was the stronger. More phased overlapping, or his intense sexual need to stick his hand down this boy's shorts, to feel the warmth of his skin and the heat of his crotch. To dig his digits underneath the hem of the boy's undies, sneak them across his bald pubis, and glance the lightest of touches on his most private of places.

Jason's hand was buried deep in the boy's thigh, his brain in overdrive trying to comprehend the strangeness of the situation. Here he was, completely naked, in the back of Debra's Honda Accord, with his hand only inches from her seven-year-old son's penis. How different would the situation be if he were visible to them? There was no doubt in his mind they'd be screaming right now. Deb demanding that his sick, disgusting pedophile ass get the fuck out of her vehicle, and little Kyle screaming in fright at the naked man sitting beside him.

What the hell was wrong with him?

Jason sat back in his seat away from Kyle. The little boy was still blissfully unaware of Jason's attempts to molest him. He was humming to the radio's music, watching out the window as Deb made the last few turns into their neighborhood. Jason looked down at his crotch, expecting to see himself engorged.

Nothing. Soft.

It was odd. What was the feeling earlier? There was no question Jason felt a deep attraction toward Kyle but was it really sexual? It had to be because of how he wanted to stroke and pet the boy, how he wanted to use his hand to bring the boy's head forward, bringing him into a kiss. Jason craved closeness with this boy in the same way a starved man craved food, or a man dying of thirst craved water. Except his blood wasn't pumping, and neither was his heart racing. Instead, it manifested as a constant pull–the need to be as physically close as possible to this adorable little boy beside him.

Debra pulled up to a quaint little house. The driveway was just big enough for her car, and the garage looked as if it could barely contain it. Kyle was out of the vehicle almost before it stopped.

"I have to go to the bathroom!" Kyle shouted.

A mirid of emotions slammed into Jason with those words. Those simple words, uttered by a little boy. There was an opportunity Jason only got on a handful of occasions. When watching another boy go to the bathroom, Jason came to fully understand that he was a pedophile.

Jason remembered the experience quite vividly. He was fourteen years old, out on a camping trip with his uncle and young cousin Joshua, who was ten at the time. Camping was not something his mother was into, so she elected to stay home, and dad wasn't the type of man to do much without his wife, out of feelings of guilt. Jason hadn't been sure of his sexual attraction to his young male cousin until that trip.

Jason had learned a lot of things about himself on that trip. A lot of things that made him extremely uncomfortable with himself. It was just 'the boys' on the trip, with his aunt and mother electing to work on quilts at his aunt's house. It was a rare thing, being separated from their extremely prudish and religious mothers. They were practicing Jews, which meant harsh reprimand if they were ever caught naked. Raised to be good boys, neither of them wanted to expose themselves to pee, even if it was the middle of the night. The problem was, they only had one flashlight, and Josh was afraid of the dark. Eventually, Josh's fear overcame his modesty. Once they were outside, Jason was surprised at the speed at which Josh pulled his pajamas and underwear down, fully revealing his bald pubis and little penis.

Deciding it would be more awkward otherwise, Jason did the same. He keenly remembered how embarrassed he felt that his penis wasn't that much bigger than Josh's, and he was fourteen! Jason couldn't take his eyes off Josh's penis as his urine began to spout. It was the first time in his life he'd ever watched another boy pee, and he found it intensely fascinating. So much so that his penis elongated into an erection, just over four inches at the time. Before Josh had a chance to gawk, Jason pulled up his pajamas. Josh followed suit, but not before Jason had a chance to see Josh had some increased blood flow. Jason clearly remembered the tent in Josh's pajamas on their way back to the bigger tent they slept in. Unfortunately, that was the extent of their naughty action on that tip.

Jason thought about that camping tip incessantly, to the point where he asked his dad multiple times if they could have a repeat experience. Dad's answer was consistent, no. The excuse was a lack of money and the distance between him and his cousin. His cousin lived in Charlotte, North Carolina, which wasn't exactly close to Boston. Jason saw Josh every Rosh Hashanah and sometimes on Hanukkah, but that was the extent of it. Never did he see Josh's penis again, despite his desperate need. He was stuck wondering incessantly if he could have taken things further with the boy, and if his cousin would ever have gone along with it.

All these memories flashed through Jason's head as he saw Kyle dart inside the house and to the bathroom. If Jason wasn't quick, he was going to miss the show. The little boy didn't even bother closing the door before pulling on his soccer shorts and underwear. Down they came, and Jason got to see the view he'd been denied the entire car ride. Kyle wasn't circumcised like Josh, and though his penis was certainly smaller than his cousin's, the tip of his foreskin gave him an added length that made it look bigger.

Jason found penises with foreskin fascinating since his own was circumcised, and he'd seen so few the other way. Though in truth, Jason could count the number of penises he'd seen up close and not in a digital format on his fingers. Kyle's pert butt wiggled as he peed into the toilet, flexing his hips in and out and not even bothering to hold his tiny appendage. They weren't sexual movements either, just the gyrations of a young child.

Kyle had no idea whatsoever his movements could be construed as sexy and wouldn't understand what it meant even if explained to him. That fact didn't stop Jason from reaching out to the boy, trying desperately to initiate intimate contact with his naked little buns, his silky-smooth back, and milky white thighs. Jason fell to his knees, naked behind the boy, wrapping his whole body around him. He phased through Kyle completely, occupying the same space. The act brought wonderous tingling to a body that had otherwise been deprived of sensation for months. Then the boy was done and had his shorts up so fast, Jason's head spun. Jason cursed his inability to get his hands on this young morsel so he could molest him properly.

Those feelings washed away pretty fast after he was left alone in the empty bathroom. What the hell was he doing here, in Debra's bathroom? In her little house that she could only afford because her mother was helping her with rent. Spying on her son as he was indisposed. The guilt smothered him, as it had smothered him all his life. Whenever he got even a taste of fulfillment of his sexual desires, it was like this, which was why he buried it. Why he never really tried that hard to seek out other opportunities with Josh. These feelings were wrong. Shunned by society. They led only to hurt for all participants involved. Never did Jason want to be the cause of pain to a child. Boys were sweet and beautiful things, and the thought of causing hurt due to sexual abuse, of taking pleasure solely for his own benefit, was unconscionable.

Except now, the boy in question didn't have the slightest clue Jason was even there, so how could this be abuse? Jason was a ghost. An apparition, completely unable to interact with the physical world. His voyeurism of Kyle caused no harm. Both Kyle and Debra would remain in blissful ignorance of his actions, never knowing the pleasure he took from them.

Jason continued to contemplate this moral dilemma as he watched Debra order pizza for the evening. Kyle entertained himself on a tablet, playing some game Jason had never heard of while Debra busied herself on her laptop. Kyle's game looked like Sonic the Hedgehog, but with different characters. Video games were not Jason's strong suit as he hadn't spent much time on them, even as a kid. Both his parents thought they were a giant waste of time and strove to keep Jason away from them.

However, Jason understood the appeal and snuck in numerous hours of StarCraft on his computer when his parents weren't looking. If his parents thought they could lock Jason out of tech, they were sadly mistaken. Watching Kyle at play was enlightening. The boy was so unlike he remembered himself as a child. He was constantly in motion, touting his tablet all over the place, playing on the couch upside down, on the floor, sprawled out on the rocking chair. The boy couldn't sit still for more than five minutes. It left Jason surprised he could focus since these were trademark signs of ADD. Although maybe not, Jason considered, since the kid clearly maintained concentration through his movements. A sudden hatred for lazy doctors perfused him, putting labels on kids and medicating them unnecessarily. Kyle simply needed a better outlet for his energy. Trying to force some kind of skill or behavior onto him to achieve normality was pointless and stupid.

Deb and Kyle had an unexpected visitor as they were finishing the last bites of their pizza. Kyle was quick to jump out of his seat to answer the doorbell. It was Eric, Jason's former research assistant and grad student. He had a bottle of red wine in his hand and a shy look on his face.

"Well, this is unexpected," said Deb, joining Kyle by the front door.

"Eric!" Kyle said while throwing himself onto Eric's leg.

"Whoa there, buddy," Eric said as he tried to back away from the little boy who grappled at his leg. "I only got one of those, and I'd like to keep it attached!"

Deb asked Eric what he was doing there, and Eric apologized for showing up unexpectedly, offering a bottle of wine as conciliation. Deb took the bottle, telling him they'd already eaten dinner. Eric hid his disappointment well, asking her if she'd like to save the bottle for another night. Deb smiled and nodded her assent. Eric asked if she was available on Friday, but Deb wasn't willing to commit, and with that, Eric excused himself.

"You like Eric, don't you?" Kyle asked Deb once the door closed.

"Yes, of course, I like him," Deb answered.

"Then why didn't you let him stay?" Kyle asked, his face maintaining a perfectly innocent expression.

"Alright, it's time for you to take a shower!" Deb put her hands on her hips and looked down at him.

Kyle pouted, knowing he'd been defeated, turning slowly and dragging his feet to the bathroom. Jason followed on the boy's heels, unable to resist the temptation of watching this little beauty take a shower. Just like he had when using the potty, Kyle wasted no time getting naked. He shucked his soccer shorts and underwear in one motion, throwing them at the wall next to the door. His tee-shirt came next, and his lithe frame was completely revealed. Marble statues could be carved in attribution to such a perfect form, so unmarred and unblemished. Sure there were a few scratch marks on his legs, testaments to the boy's active lifestyle, but they weren't hideous like bruises or splotches.

Jason got a much better view of the boy's penis as it bounced from his movements in the bathroom. It couldn't have been more than an inch long [2 cm], even measuring down to the tip of his foreskin. Without it, the boy would look smaller. Jason remembered how his penis looked when he was little. The glans barely extending out from his pubis, its shaft collapsed completely inward. The organ was barely more than a bump between his legs, a slight protrusion at best. In tight-fitting briefs, he'd looked completely androgynous. Kyle certainly fared a bit better, especially since there was considerably less pudge on him than Jason had.

Jason wouldn't have given Kyle a high score for personal hygiene. He wished he could shout to Debra and insist she teaches her son to properly pull back his foreskin so he could wash his glans. Jason wondered if Kyle had ever exposed his glans to the open air. The most the boy did to clean his penis was grab the tip of his foreskin and stretch it, making his tiny appendage appear pencil-thin.

At least the kid got soap under his peanut-sized testicles that way, the delicate sack having been pulled up along with his foreskin. Jason tried futilely to lay his hands on Kyle's tender little nubbin, but his fingers phased through every single time. Then he got on his knees, fully joining the boy in the tub, trying his best to phase his own penis with that of the child's. Some deep, inexplicable part of him wanted to join with this boy, wanted to be a part of him. To be in him. It was a peculiar desire, and it was also powerful. Jason moved himself around with the child, trying his best to maintain overlap for as long as possible. Whenever the boy left his proximity, he felt an overwhelming emptiness, an emptiness Jason had to fill no matter the cost.

It was a futile endeavor keeping up with the boy, and eventually, Jason was forced to give up. Kyle finished with this shower and brushed his teeth in under thirty seconds. Not bothering to pick up his dirty clothes, he darted into his bedroom, scrounging for a clean pair of underwear. He chose one with a superman logo stretching across the seat. Jason couldn't think of a prettier sight than a little boy in a pair of superman briefs. It was fortunate that Debra didn't seem to care about her son's state of undress, allowing him to stay that way until bedtime. Debra read him a few pages of an Isaac Asimov story, which Jason found an interesting choice, as he was sure the Foundation series went way over Kyle's head. Jason observed Kyle asleep for quite some time, even getting into bed with the boy, desperately trying to cuddle up against him.

If there was anything he was learning of this experience, it was how tremendously repressed he was. Even without the raw lust of physical sexuality, his need for the boy was insatiable. Jason needed more, needed to be closer. He cradled the boy, phased his body to overlap with him; he did everything he could possibly do, but it still wasn't enough, and he couldn't understand for the life of him what was missing.

When Jason heard the phone ring, he temporarily extracted himself from Kyle and saw what it was about. It was Deb's mother. The conversation was droll for the first several minutes, Deb's mother filling Deb in on the details of her sister's wedding. Just as he was about to head back to Kyle's room, an interesting tidbit held Jason in place.

"Deb," her mother's voice turned serious, "It's high time you considered progressing your relationship with Eric. I've seen how that man looks at you. You'd have to be blind not to see. He's a good person, hon. You could do a damn sight worse." Deb was about to object, and her mom cut her off. Her speech was direct and to the point. "It's time to move on. It's been over six years since Matt left you. You have got to face the facts. That boy was not ready to have a kid, and neither were you if we're honest. He decided not to be in your life and not to be in Kyle's. He moved on, and now you must do the same. Just because Matt wasn't man enough to take some responsibility doesn't mean the same for Eric. Give the guy a shot. What's the worst that can happen? Pop some birth control and make him wear some protection."

"Mother!" Deb shouted into the phone.

The woman on the other end of the phone didn't seem phased. "You deserve to be happy, sweetheart. Now get that man in your bed and do the nasty!"

"Ugh," Debra hung up the phone.

Jason watched Debra for a while, but there wasn't much of interest to witness. Jason thought he might see her masturbate after she changed into her nightgown and settle into bed, but she evidently wasn't in the mood. Not that Jason cared much to see such a spectacle. Out of curiosity, he tried overlapping with the woman, but it didn't have the same effect as Kyle.

Jason spent the remainder of the week following around little Kyle like a puppy. While he couldn't maintain contact with the boy twenty-four-seven, steady insertions seemed to satisfy. Kyle was a decent kid, both at school and home. Jason remembered some real horrors in his childhood, one child in particular who was picture-perfect cute but a real monster otherwise. Jason was relieved Kyle was nothing like that. While the boy wasn't the quiet and contemplative type, he wasn't rude either. He treated his classmates with respect and with care. When other boys instigated, Kyle chose not to rise to the occasion, deftly staying out of trouble with teachers and child-care staff. Kyle was a sweet little boy, in both looks and behavior, and Jason's heart ached for him. Ached to hold him and be a part of his life. Not this sad excuse of an existence for which he was currently relegated.

***

It was after Kyle went to bed on Friday that Jason decided it was time to move on. Kyle was a wonderful little boy, and he felt Debra was raising him well, but there was something distinctly missing. During Jason's trips to school with the boy, he'd glanced at many other boys, both younger and older. There was a whole world of boys out there, some arguably cuter than Kyle. Kyle was also still very young and very little. He was only seven years old. Too young to show interest in things sexual, at least on his own.

It wasn't until age ten or eleven when most boys started asking questions about their bodies. When they began to wonder what their penises were for, other than taking a wiz. It was the age in which the voyage of self-discovery began, and Jason wanted more than anything to witness it from another boy's perspective. Jason resolved to come back to Kyle when he was around that age, as he wouldn't want to miss whatever life had in store for his first boy obsession.

It was around when Jason was drifting further from Kyle's bed and about to leave the house just to wander aimlessly when he heard a knock on the front door. The hour was late, about half-past ten. Kyle had been sound asleep for well over an hour. Eric was at the door, empty-handed this time.

"Is the little tyke asleep?" Eric asked.

Debra gave a nod. "Since about nine. The boy sleeps like a log. I doubt a freight train could wake that kid up."

"That's good," Eric nodded. "I got your text message. You said you wanted to talk about something? What's up?"

"I've been giving some thought to something my mother said," Deb answered cryptically.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. She really let me have it. Gave me a real reprimand. Told me I needed to move on with my life. I think she's right."

Deb stepped closer to Eric. The guy was not prepared for this. Eric was not exactly what you'd call a lady killer. While he wasn't ugly, he wasn't exactly dashing. He wore glasses. He had long blond hair tied back into a ponytail with a bony face. His complexion gave the impression he spent far too many hours in the lab.

Jason could see the man's atom's apple move up and down as he swallowed. Deb was everything this guy wasn't. She was beautiful. While her breasts weren't large, they were pert. Her hips were shapely. She had a petite frame, a daintiness about her that Kyle had surely inherited. She wore a pleading expression while she looked into Eric's eyes. Eyes that could melt through any man's resolve.

"What about… Jason?" Eric swallowed again. "I kinda figured you and him had a thing."

"Jason?" Debra frowned and shook her head. "No, I thought sometimes… maybe there was something, but that man was such a workaholic. I hardly ever saw him outside the lab. We went for coffee a few times, but that was it."

"Oh," Eric nodded. "Still feel horrible about what happened to him."

Debra took another step closer, looking up into his eyes. "So do I, but he's gone now, and we have to accept that and move on. You're here right now, and he isn't."

"Guess I got that going for me," Eric smiled.

"You got more than just that," Deb narrowed the space between her breasts pressing against him. "Honestly, I always thought there was something odd about the way Jason looked at me. The man had… issues."

"And I don't?" Eric asked unmovingly.

"I think you and I will be… more compatible."

Debra leaned forward, bringing her lips within an inch of his. Eric made no moves, and Jason had to wonder. Was the guy not into this? No, he wanted it. Jason didn't know how he could tell, but he could. The pull from Eric was strong, not as strong as he felt from Kyle, but it wasn't negligible either.

Debra brushed her lips against Eric's, and Eric leaned in. Debra was the instigator here, but Eric didn't need much prompting. Her tongue played across Eric's lips, prying them open–Eric obliged. Deb wasted no time, forcing her tongue into his mouth. She covered his lips with hers. It became clear right away that Deb had more experience at this. Jason was forced to wonder what kind of experience Eric had. While part of him felt a pang of jealousy, Eric was getting the one girl Jason had any sort of interest; it was passing. Deb was a great woman, to be sure, but she was not a boy. Knowing this, he gave serious thought to leaving the scene, yet the growing emotion between them continued to draw him inexplicably. Something was happening here. Something he needed, at a fundamental level, creating a pull that he couldn't resist.

Debra and Eric played a major game of tonsil hockey now, and it was unclear who was winning. After several minutes, Deb broke the kiss, grabbing Eric by the front of his shirt and dragging him inside the house.

"You sure about this?" Eric asked as Deb led him through the hallway and to her bedroom.

"Eric," Debra said. "I haven't had this in over six years, and I'm ready."

Debra pulled up Eric's tee shirt, exposing his chest. The man wasn't overly hairy, but it was a man's chest all the same and came nowhere close to a boy's beauty. However, there was no question of Debra's beauty, which even a Pedophile like Jason could recognize. It was more than curiosity that kept him watching, though he was a complete virgin. The emotion in the room was thick as paint. The lust, exuding from both these people, tugged and pulled at him, demanding he come closer.

Jason wanted to be a participant in this, desperately. Eric's hands were massaging Debra's beasts now as he sucked on her face something fierce. Jason could see the tent in Eric's jeans. Heat radiated from the man's crotch. A heat so tangible that Jason found himself awash in it. Debra must also have felt something because she pulled at Eric's belt with haste. The buckle came loose, and she pulled the zipper down. Eric's excitement couldn't have been more obvious. Already there was a wet splotch in front of the guy's boxers, his penis leaking pre-seminal fluid. Deb teased it, rubbing Eric through his underwear, earning a growl for her efforts.

"Please," Eric begged.

"Shh," Debra answered.

Debra hushed Eric by kissing him. A passionate, wet, full-on French kiss. Jason could feel the throbbing of Eric's penis. He could feel the blood coursing through it. He could only imagine how the guy must have felt right now, with his erection so painfully hard. Jason wanted to feel those feelings. Needed to feel them. His penis was soft, but that didn't matter. Jason desperately wanted to be a part of this. To have what so many others took for granted.

Jason stepped into Eric's body then. The fit was by no means perfect. Eric was taller but skinnier. Jason swore he must have felt some of the same sensations Eric felt at that moment. Debra pulled at Eric's waistband, uncovering the man's rigid penis. It pulsed with a steady rhythm, a rhythm she decided to help with her hand. Eric let out a low moan as Debra squeezed his penis with her hand, spreading his precum across his glans and down his shaft. Jason could only imagine how good that must feel, having never felt another's touch on his own. Eric's was certainly a handful. It was at least eight inches [20 cm] and the width of three of Jason's fingers. Jason had the insatiable need to align his ghost-like penis with Eric's real-life flesh and blood, to feel what he felt.

"I need you in me right now," Debra said in a husky voice.

Eric could only whimper in response. Debra paused for a moment. Opening a dresser drawer, she pulled something out that confused Jason for a moment, and then it left him feeling stupid for not knowing what it was–a condom.

Debra applied it expertly, sliding it onto Eric's blood-engorged shaft. She shucked the rest of her clothing, Eric helping where he could. Debra pushed Eric down on the bed once she was fully naked, taking hold of Eric's raging hardon at its base, then helping him insert it into her vagina. Both groaned. Deeper and deeper, she pushed, until Eric was fully inside her. Both sighed as their hips met. It didn't take long for the fucking to begin in earnest. Eric clutched Debra by her buttocks, ramming his penis into her. In and out it went. Pumping, pumping, and pumping. Jason made the fucking motions with him. If there were any woman Jason would want to fuck, it was Debra. Even to a boy lover like him, it was a beautiful sight, seeing her breasts bounce as Eric pounded his cock into her.

Something bizarre happened then, Jason got flashes. At first, it was hard to tell the difference from where they were coming. Jason worked hard to maintain a near-perfect overlap with Eric, trying to be Eric, as he fucked Debra. There were several seconds he thought his body ceased to exist, swearing he was Eric. He could feel the hotness between his legs. He swore he could feel wet, sucking, grabbing sensations on his penis. He felt the buildup keenly, leading to orgasm.

Then it happened. Eric spouted gob after gob of semen into his condom. Shooting into the tiny pocket the latex provided, catching the sperm so it would not travel into Debra's uterus where it could make a baby. Not that it would be the end of the word if Debra did have another baby, if that baby grew into another boy a cute as Kyle. The sensation of Eric's orgasm wracked Jason's brain. Set it on fire. All Jason could see was white, and then he saw the world in rich color. There was an aliveness to these feelings going beyond Jason's perceptions. Jason was sucking in a breath, his breath. Eric's breath. He couldn't tell. Things were so muddled. Then there was pain.

Jason screamed out loud. Except it was not him screaming. It was Eric. No, it was Jason.

Jason was floating then, disembodied. He turned and saw himself, no Eric, up against the headboard, convulsing.

"Eric!" Debra screamed. "Are you okay? Talk to me!"

Eric's fit of convulsion didn't last long. His breathing calmed after a while, and he clutched at his chest.

"I don't… something… that was… I don't know."

Debra looked at Eric with a dire expression. "That was more than just an orgasm, wasn't it? You don't have some… medical problem that I need to be aware of?"

Eric looked at Debra questioningly. "What? No. I don't think so, at least. It felt great, and then… Then it was like I was slammed by a ton of bricks. I feel… real sore now for some reason."

"Sore? Please don't tell me this is your first time."

"Huh?" Eric raised a brow. "No," he shook his head. "If you absolutely must know, I lost my virginity in high school. This was something else. I felt extremely strange all of a sudden. It felt like something pushing against me, and for a second, it was like I was floating."

Deb shot Eric a suspicious stare. "I didn't take you for a heroin addict."

"Um, I've never done those kinds of drugs in my life, I swear. Ugh, I'm so stiff. Feels like I just ran a marathon."

"Guess that's what it takes if you want to be in bed with me," Deb laughed.

"For you, I'm ready to run two marathons," Eric answered.

They fell asleep in each other's arms shortly after, leaving Jason hanging there. What in science just happened? What he just experienced was much more potent than what he felt with Yuu. This was also more than just feeling alive again. This was touching someone else's feelings as if they were his own. He was feeling the reactions of someone else's body, their senses, and perceptions. The connotations of this were mind-blowing.

What strange ability had he just fumbled upon? How far could it go exactly, and what could he do with it? One thing was sure. This had to be explored, and preferably with a body truer to his tastes next time.

Chapter 4

Jeffery Davis checked all of Jason Krybo's boxes. The boy was in seventh grade, which should have put him somewhere around twelve or thirteen. The boy did not look thirteen. He looked eleven, at best. There wasn't anything better to him than boys who looked younger than they were.

He stood an inch or so under five feet, not the shortest in his class, but certainly not the tallest. Spiked blond hair, an inch on top and buzzed on the sides. While there was product in his hair, it was applied haphazardly, obviously not a skill this boy had worked hard at, which further confirmed he was not a teenager. Good. Yet there was intelligence in those deep blue azure eyes and a thoughtfulness that pulled at Jason's heartstrings. Just below was a cute button nose with a dash of freckle over the bridge and wide pouting lips. A slender build coupled with perfect unblemished white skin. Delicate and long fingers, prime for playing the piano. Finally, the whole package came wrapped in a school uniform, which made this boy completely irresistible. Navy blue dress socks and loafers, pleat cut khaki shorts, and a knit blue sweater vest pulled over a white button-down shirt.

The school insignia was embossed plainly onto his left breast–St Andrew's school for boys. Jason never went to a private school, let alone one that enforced uniforms. It was a dying tradition, even amongst private religious schools. There were still some staunch believers, however, and Jason could understand the argument. Clothing was important, something that became a greater source of contention as children grew older. For an eighth-grader, wearing the wrong shirt to school could result in endless ridicule. Or at the very least snide comments and funny looks. Uniforms eliminated all of that. Everyone wore the same thing, which meant one less way a boy could tease another. Why give bullies more ammunition than they already had? Last names, hair color, skin color, being overweight; these were enough. If Jason got a dollar for how many times he was called 'fat-so' and 'doe-boy' and other taunts, he probably could have bought a car by age sixteen.

Being a strict and religious private school, there didn't seem to be much teasing going on. Staff was always on hand, hovering over the kids in hallways and the cafeteria. The place seemed like a safe and pleasant environment, a stark contrast to Jason's tribulations in public school. Jeffery seemed to get along with most kids, though he largely hung around with a single friend, a bigger kid with curly brown hair. A boy named Kevin.

Kevin didn't even come close to being as cute as Jeffery, nowhere even in the ballpark. He was bulky where Jeffry was lithe, broad in places Jeffery was trim. Jeffery had movie-star looks, while Kevin looked like a troublemaker that always got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Kevin was also well on his way to puberty, evident by the way his voice squeaked when he talked. Jeffery's voice was still a flawless soprano. Jason could forgive Kevin for his imperfections however since his choice of a friend was impeccable.

In truth, Kevin was part of the reason Jason was drawn to Jeffery. It had the possibility to answer a driving Question. What was it like to be a normal boy, with such a good best friend?

Jason had no friends growing up. Being a genius, he was constantly pushed from grade to grade before he even had a chance to make any. By the time he was ten, the age disparity between himself and his classmates made friendship impossible. No one wanted to be friends with the geeky little pudge-ball. The one who was pushed into their classroom in the middle of the semester and never got a single test question wrong. Nobody liked the know-it-all who aced every quiz thrown at him with no effort. The problem was, it wasn't Jason's fault public-school was so horrible that it offered no challenge. It was a mistake to put a kid like Jason in public, but the problem was, his parents hadn't known better.

Now, look where his genius led him. He was an unwelcome intruder on the life of a young child. Detestable, if others knew and could judge. Except none of them were here right now. He was beyond them now, beyond judgment. For all intents and purposes, he was dead, so the rules of life didn't apply to him anymore. He could do whatever he wanted now, and none would be the wiser. If he wanted to follow around the boy of his dreams and live vicariously, who was going to stop him? There wasn't a force on Earth that could.

Lunch period had just begun, and Jeffery was about to slip away from him if he wasn't careful. This was the second day he'd followed Jeffery around the school, missing the opportunity to follow him home yesterday because he had gotten distracted by a pair of other boys from the sixth grade. What had drawn him then was the possibility of a more than simple friendship between two real cuties, but it didn't seem as likely when they split up about a block away from campus, walking home in different directions without a look backward. The friendship between Jeff and Kevin seemed much more substantial.

Like yesterday, they picked a spot on a corner table in an outside courtyard, away from most other kids. Jason found it surprising none of the adults tried to reign them in, insisting they sit inside with most of the rest of the grade. Maybe the school wasn't as strict as it first seemed. Yesterday they hadn't taken the chance, either because of a different lunch monitor, or they didn't have anything to talk about that warranted the extra privacy. Today it seemed like Kevin had something interesting to discuss and was keen to take some risk to discuss it.

"We're going to get in trouble if we sit out here," said Jeffery. "What is it you wanna talk about that others can't hear?"

"Remember how I was telling you about my cousin?" Kevin leaned into the table, getting closer to Jeffery so he could keep his voice down. "How he's a hacker and said he had a few surprises for me but couldn't tell me what they were yet?"

"I guess," Jeffery nodded his head slowly.

"Well, part of the reason he didn't tell me was because he wasn't sure how I'd react," Kevin explained. "He didn't want to take the chance that it would ruin our relationship, but I swore to him I was loyal. He told me not to be so sure, and now I kinda get it."

"Huh?" Jeffery asked.

"Oh," Kevin shook his head. "Nothing to worry about. You see, him and I were talking, and I was telling him about you and your family. I shared a few of your sports photos with him. I hope you don't mind. My cousin's a super smart dude. He could probably go to MIT if his mom had the money for it. They are poor as fuck, though, living in Riverside, California. I don't think he really wants to go to MIT anyways; he knows he wouldn't fit in with the rich snobs. So, um… my cousin has kind of made it his mission in life to educate me," his voice grew quiet then. "Ever since my dad passed away."

"Educate you? What about?" Jeffery asked.

"You see that's the thing," said Kevin. "I at least have my cousin, but you don't have anyone. I know how your parents are, and they're the last ones who are ever going to tell you shit. I'm sure your mom would keep you a kid forever because she's fucked up like that."

"Don't remind me," Jeffery mumbled.

"So that puts the responsibility on me," Kevin poked his chest with his thumb.

"What responsibility?" Jeffery's face showed a complete lack of comprehension.

"The responsibility of teaching you the things you have to know when you become a teenager," Kevin answered. "You see, I've already been thirteen for four months, so I know what I'm talking about."

"What am I supposed to know when I become a teenager?" Jeffery asked dumbly.

"Oh my god, it hurts to hear how naive you are," Kevin shook his head. "You really have no clue, do you? About anything!"

"That's not true," Jeffery protested. "I get solid A's in school. Better grades than you!"

"That's not what I mean, JD," said Kevin. "I'm talking about life's lessons here. It pisses me off. This school pisses me off. I hate my mom for making me come here, even if she got me in for free. You know that other schools have health class for seventh graders? No, of course, you wouldn't know."

"What's health class?" Jeffery asked.

Kevin brought both hands to his face, dragging them across his eyelids. Then he composed himself and leaned across the table, motioning Jeffery closer. "It's sex education, you doof. They teach you what boys and girls do together in bed and how babies are made."

Jeffery swallowed and turned red.

"So my cousin," Kevin continued. "He thought you might need something special. Something… that was made for boys… in situations such as yours."

Out of a pocket in his khakis, Kevin pulled out a USB thumb drive. Kevin held it in his palm until Jeffery gathered the courage to take it.

"What's on it?" Jeffery asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Your education," Kevin answered cryptically. "And I've got to say, after watching myself, it's a pretty damn fucking good one. No way are you going to find anything like this in schools. In fact, I'm pretty sure if a teacher played it in front of a class, they'd get their ass arrested."

"Why?" Jeffery asked.

"Because this shit's illegal," Kevin lowered his voice as far as it would go.

"What… makes it illegal?" Jeffery took his voice down to the same level as Kevin's.

"That I'm not going to explain," Kevin shook his head. "Especially not here. It's encrypted," he continued. "So no one else can open it, even if you lost it. All I gotta say is thank god your parents let you keep a computer in your bedroom. It surprises me, to be honest."

"It's fully locked down so I can't install anything, and it doesn't even have a GPU for playing videogames," Jeffery frowned. "And my mom has the browser locked down, so it only goes to the websites she chooses."

"Still way better than my crappy old laptop that barely works," said Kevin. "You won't need a web browser for this, though." He tapped Jeffery's palm holding the drive. "All you have to do is type in the passphrase after you plug it in. Then click on it and enjoy. Remember this last part, though. You must go back and delete the history from your watched videos once you're done. You do not want your parents to see this video; trust me. It would probably cause your mom to have seven heart attacks! And then fifteen more after she knew you'd seen it."

Jeffery gripped the drive in his palm, swallowed hard and nodded.

Kevin made Jeffery say the passphrase back to him four times. Jason laughed silently when he heard it. 'Justin's complete and uncensored guide to becoming a teenager, everything a growing boy needs to know!' Kevin told him to type it all in with the right grammar and punctuation, otherwise, it wouldn't work.

"This vid is totally going to blow your mind," Kevin said with his voice still low. "I honestly have no idea where my cousin found this. He said it's super rare and he had to go through hell to get it. The boy who does all the narrating… well, I really don't want to spoil it for you. Man I wish I could be there when you see this; it's going to send you into fucking orbit. Try to be a man and watch the whole thing, don't chicken out half-way and turn it off. My cousin went through a lot of effort to get this, so don't disrespect him by not watching it."

"I'll… watch it," Jeffery promised.

Kevin made him shake on it, and the conversation was over. The two of them finished eating lunch, just a normal pair of boys, talking like they hadn't just swapped something scandalous. Jason could tell the USB thumb drive burned in Jeffery's pocket, just by the number of times he patted his thigh to check it. The boys returned their lunch trays and split for separate classes.

The analytical part of Jason's mind was in overdrive. There was something much more going on with this Kevin kid and his cousin. So many questions were buzzing through his mind. Kids his age didn't know how to get their hands on something that was potentially child pornography, not unless they manufactured it themselves. Maybe that's all this was, just a vid of some kid standing in front of a mirror wanking himself. Jason suspected it was something more than that, however. If it was, then Jason may start to think Kevin's cousin really was something of a hacker, or at least had good connections.

Another surprise greeted Jason as he followed Jeffery to his next class. His alternating schedule hadn't included Gym yesterday afternoon, but it did today. Jeffery trudged into the locker room amidst boys in various states of undress. Jason was in heaven. Several were in tighty-whighties, accentuating their pert little behinds. Most wore boxers however, as this was middle school and the seventh grade. It was still a wonder to see all this exposed skin. Jason remembered being excused from gym class most of the time, as he was deemed too young to be pushed into sports with older students.

Back then, Jason considered it a relief and a blessing, as he'd been extremely modest about his pudgy little body. Being a touch late to the gym put Jeffery in a hurry. In a matter of seconds, he had his school uniform off and was in a set of gym shorts and tee-shirt that matched along with every other kid. Jason got to see the gorgeous boy in his white briefs, and though it lasted only a moment, the image remained locked in his head long after.

All of Jeffery's proportions were perfection. While there was no evidence of body-building, his muscles weren't slack in any way. He was trim and fit in all the right places. Jeffery may not have seemed an overactive kid, but neither was he a slouch. His stomach was flat, forming beautiful vee lines heading into the waistband of his briefs. While Jeffery's waist was narrow, he wasn't scrawny or gawky, as he hadn't yet reached that phase of puberty.

His sleek coltish legs also conveyed his early stages, with only a dusting of peach fuzz. Jason whispered a silent prayer to the god of boys to keep the puberty monster away from this child for at least a few more years so as not to mar this work of perfection. The only thing Jason lamented at that moment was not getting a better idea of the boy's privates. He changed so fast it was very hard to tell, but they couldn't have been big, because Jason barely saw a lump in his shorts as he bolted outside to the field.

Today was tennis; a sport Jeffery seemed to like and enjoy. Just by how the boy handled his racket, he could tell the kid must have had formal lessons. He wasn't on his game though today; it became obvious to Jason. He was distracted and missed the ball more than once. It became obvious to the gym teacher as well, who questioned the boy, asking him what was wrong. While the teacher's concern seemed to help, the kid still lost to a red-haired boy several hands taller than him.

"What's wrong with you today, Jeffo?" The red-haired boy asked. "You usually wipe the floor with me. I haven't been able to beat you since you joined that tennis team."

"I… um," Jeffery mumbled. "Just having a bad day is all."

"Bombed one of your tests, huh?" red hair asked. "Afraid your Bios are gonna ground you?"

"Didn't bomb a test, but my mom is mad, yeah," said Jeffery.

"What did you break something? Or did she find something on your computer that wasn't supposed to be there? Something X rated?"

Jeffery shook his head, his face turning red.

"That's what it was, wasn't it? She found porn on your computer!"

"No, she did not!" Jeffery yelled.

"Woah, chill," red hair held up his hands. "Whatever dude. Just try not to think about it, whatever it is. Let's play another game."

Jeffery and red hair played another game, and Jeffery lost again. Then he played against another boy and lost again. When that happened, the teacher told the kid to take a break. The boy sat on the bleachers with the other kids who were out, some making faces at him because he lost. This was definitely a new thing for him because Jeffery had his face buried in his hands, trying to hide others from seeing his tears. The gym teacher then made him play badminton for a few rounds, and he did marginally better, managing to win one game in three.

The period was over then, and Jeffery dragged his feet into the locker room. Jason gave silent praise to whoever ran this school because showers were enforced. Not only that, but the gym teacher prohibited the students from carrying their uniforms into the showers. Unfortunately, he didn't stop them from wrapping towels around their waists and covering themselves on the way. While there were individual stalls with curtains, that didn't stop Jason from seeing the boys naked from inside. Finally, he got to see Jeffery in the buff as the water cascaded down his body, and it was a sight to behold. His penis was small and uncircumcised, the end of his foreskin extending out about an inch and a half from his pubis. While his glans were covered, it couldn't have been wider than Jason's thumb. It was a delicate and perfect little appendage, and Jason couldn't stop from lowering himself to his knees and bringing his mouth right up to it. Jason wished dearly that he had his sense of touch and smell. Wished his lips wouldn't just phase past this boy's delectable little penis that he could get it in his mouth properly. Jason didn't have too long to lament however, as the boy didn't linger in the shower.

Jason decided to take a quick peek at some of the other boys in adjacent showers before he lost his chance. Seventh-grade boy dicks. It was a heavenly sight. There was such a rich variance in size. While most weren't much bigger than Jeffery, the red-haired kid was substantial. His thing was certainly well over two inches, perhaps closer to three, and that was soft. This boy was likely to make some girl happy, though it was hard to say when. Big penises were not Jason's thing, however, so he quickly moved on. In the end, he decided Jeffery was the right choice. Not only did the boy have movie-star good looks, but he also seemed like a genuinely nice kid. Jason was convinced this boy had self-esteem issues, even though there was no outward reason for it. It made him wonder what kind of home life he had that made him so withdrawn.

Jeffery had only one other class that day, Algebra. The math teacher was horrible and Jason wanted to shoot the guy. Giving the kids canned problems from a workbook was not a way to teach. Jason expected better in a private school. More student-teacher interaction. More group activities where the kids were hands-on. Ongoing projects that had a wider focus than just a singular concept. That sort of thing. It seemed like the school was fine sticking with classic methods, giving a lecture with silent study afterward. No wonder why most of the boys in Jeffery's class looked zoned out by the time the period was over.

The only thing that seemed different from public school was the constant emphasis on god. The kids were forced to pray at their desks before the start of every period, giving their thanks to god, to the school, their parents, and others who paid the bills. While there was no slapping of hands with a ruler going on, there was plenty of yelling by the teachers. Jason observed a kid misbehaving in Jeffery's English class, and it was immediate lunch detention. All the boy did was talk before given permission. It made Jason wonder what the punishment was for something worse, like spit wads or other projectiles being thrown during class. Jason was the victim more often than not when such behaviors happened, and in his school, bad deeds were only punished if spotted by the teacher.

Jason started to get an idea of why Jeffery was so withdrawn after meeting his mother. She waited for him after school in the long line of cars picking up other students. Almost as soon as he hopped in the car, she was all over him. At first it was a simple "Hi sweetheart," and "How was your day?" The woman didn't give Jeffery time to answer however, before she started giving orders. "Get changed quickly honey; I put your tennis uniform in your duffle like usual. The line into school was really long today, and we're already running late."

"Can't I wait to change until we get there?" Jeffery complained. "The rec center has a changing room, and it's usually empty."

"Jeffery, we've talked about this," mom answered curtly. "I don't want you changing in a public bathroom. I've seen the inside of those bathrooms, and there is no cover. You don't know if or when a man may come in and see you. At last here in the car, you have some privacy."

"I can change in a stall, mom," said Jeffery. "No one's going to open the door to my stall."

"Still doesn't change the fact we're late," mom shook her head. "Don't want to keep Ted waiting. I'm paying the guy sixty bucks an hour, and I want you getting as much of that hour as possible."

"A few minutes aren't going to make a difference," Jeffery mumbled.

"What was that?" Mom leveled a death glare into the rear-view mirror.

"Nothing," Jeffery said a little louder.

"Change," Jeffery's mom said again.

Jeffery huffed and obeyed, pulling off his sweater vest and unbuttoning his shirt. He grabbed a nylon shirt with 'Melrose Park Tigers' printed on the front and the picture of a tiger with a big number three on the back. He had the shirt on before pulling down his school shorts and exposing his tighty-wighties. The boy hesitated to pull down his underwear and expose himself and Jason suspected he knew the reason. His mother had the rearview mirror pointed straight at him, so she could watch him change.

"Do not wear your underwear to your lesson! You go through enough of those things already because you can't seem to remember the importance of wiping and I am sick of washing your skid marks! I know the gym teacher makes you change, and the same applies now."

"Yeah, but my gym teacher isn't watching while I do it!" Jeffery protested.

"Why is this always a repeat? I've seen what you got down there, Jeffery, more times than I can count."

"Why are you even looking then, mom?" Jeffery pouted.

"Because you're my son, I love you, and I want you to practice good hygiene," mom answered. "Now shuck those undies or so help me god, I'll stop this car and do it for you."

Jeffery groaned and pulled down his underwear. He lifted his butt off the seat, thrusting his bald pubis in the air, his diminutive penis flopping to one side. His shorts were then on in under ten seconds. Mom watched the entire thing in the rearview mirror. Jason thought for a moment there may have been some kind of sexual reason why the woman was watching, but then he dismissed it. This lady did not strike him as the type to perv on her twelve-year-old son. Instead, she seemed the type that wanted to control every aspect of his life.

Jeffery's practice with his tennis instructor went much better than his games during gym class. Probably because of the personalized attention. The guy seemed genuinely nice and was patient with the boy's poor performance. The man gave him constant reassurance and never once berated him. Jason considered if this guy might be a boylover the way he was treating Jeffery, constantly patting him on the shoulder and swatting his butt with the racket as he ran past. That and giving him a fist bump, a high five, and quick hoisting at the end of the lesson. Jason was probably reading too much into a guy just doing a job he enjoyed. He still felt a pang of jealousy with the bond this man had with the boy and how he got to touch his body numerous times during the lesson. Jason would give anything to have a cute, young, and attentive student like Jeffery.

Mom waited in the parking lot the entire time, playing solitaire on her phone. She didn't bother asking about the lesson and didn't seem overly concerned he stayed dressed in his tennis outfit during the ride home. The ride took another twenty minutes, despite the short distance. Traffic in this part of Boston was terrible, so many people took the subway. Jeffery probably could have taken it to school, but he doubted his mother would let him. The boy's house was significantly larger than Debra's. In Melrose Park, it should have been. Like Deb's, it was Victorian style, though it was three floors high and with witches' caps. The next member of Jeffery's family he saw had to be his sister. She looked somewhere between fourteen and sixteen. She paid their entrance no attention, remaining on the couch on her phone with her legs tucked.

There was no question in Jason's mind; this girl was Jeffery's sister. Had the same blond shade of hair and the same tint of blue in her eyes. She wore a mini skirt that would have easily revealed her panties if she wasn't sitting the way she was. Her shirt was more conservative, however, long-sleeved and turtlenecked. The first words out of mother's mouth wasn't a hello, but a "have you finished your homework?" which was followed by "figure something better to do with your time than mucking with social media on your phone." That earned a "ungh" as the girl pushed off the couch and stormed off to her bedroom. Mom gave Jeffery the same instructions about homework, telling him to get it done before any other activity. She also reminded him to practice his clarinet, although to do it in his bedroom.

***

Dinner with the Davises was an interesting affair. Jason had learned Jeffery's older sister was called Jessica. Dad, who's name was Tom, came home just before his wife was about to put it on the table. It was also the first time Jason saw Jeffery's younger sister, a girl of perhaps eight or nine, named Amanda. She was not as pretty as Jeffery's older sister; her face is longer and less rounded. She looked smarter, however, and had more polite mannerisms. Before anyone took a bite, mom insisted, they all join hands in prayer.

"Thank you for this food, oh lord," she started. "We are fortunate to have such a bounty when so many others go starving. We promise to do your work in the coming days and for the rest of our lives so that others may know your greatness and reduce their suffering. Amen." Everyone's hands were away from each other before mom was even finished saying 'amen.'

The 'bounty' for the evening was a lasagna, which had the exact look of coming from a package. It was a typical family conversation after that, mom leading by asking how everyone's day was, one by one. Amanda was happy to discuss her day, saying she was satisfied with her biology test. Mom asked how her grades were in her other classes, and she smiled and said, "All A's."

Jessica sneered at her younger sister, which earned a glare from mom. "You could learn a thing or two from your younger sister. If you weren't so busy being concerned with boys, you would have a few A's to report, rather than your dismal list of B's and C's."

"B's and C's are passing, mom," said Jessica.

"Not if you want to get into Tufts," mom countered.

"I'm still a sophomore mom; I don't care about college yet," Jessica stabbed a noodle with her fork.

"And college won't care about you either," Mom gave Jessica a death glare. "And neither will any self-respecting man seeking a well-educated wife."

"Give me a break, mom," Jessica rolled her eyes. "It's not like you finished college."

"Hmm," mom raised a brow. "I guess you wouldn't have to either if you dated boys with good prospects, rather than those dead-beats on motorbikes."

"Riding a motorcycle does not make Dan a deadbeat!" Jessica threw her fork down on the table and stormed out of the dining room.

Dad, who had remained quiet so far, shook his head in lament once Jessica was gone. "I don't particularly like Dan either, but giving her grief about it will probably make it even less likely they'll break up."

"Shut up, Tom," mom seethed.

Tom took a long breath, clearly used to such abuse from his pushy blond and entitled wife. "How about you, Jeff? How was your day?"

Jeffery wisely stayed quiet, shrugging wordlessly.

"Jeff is like me," Amanda pointed to her chest. "All A's, all the time. And since he's already a boy, you won't have to worry about him hooking up with other boys riding motorcycles!"

"Humph, that's assuming he's not queer," said mom.

"Janet!" Tom leaned forward in his chair. "You're on a roll tonight, aren't you?"

"Don't get me started," Janet spat. "You want to tell your son the real reason you put him in Saint Andrew's? No? I didn't think so. Your dad thinks you're too soft-spoken," she said to Jeffery. "He thinks a more traditional environment will firm you up a little, teach you to behave less like a sissy."

"I never said such a thing about Jeffery," Tom stood up from his chair.

"Maybe not," Janet sat back and folded her arms. "But you did say you thought your son is too easily influenced, and you were worried about him falling in with the wrong crowd."

"Well, that's a far cry from calling him a sissy, isn't it?" Tom threw down his napkin. "I think there is only one person in this room who thinks that about Jeffery, and I'm looking at her."

"That school isn't doing Jeffery any favors," mom stood up herself. "Being around boys non-stop. If there's one thing I know, the more boys there is, the more trouble there is, simple as that."

Janet said the last only to her two remaining children at the table, the room now devoid of her husband. Jeffery's head was buried in his arms. While it didn't sound like he was crying, Jason thought he must be close. What a piece of work this woman was. If Jason had real hands, he'd use them to strangle her. His anger only mounted as she sat and continued eating her meal as if nothing had happened. Amanda pushed her food around, but it was obvious even she had lost her appetite.

"May I be excused?" asked Jeff's younger sister.

"Of course, dear," mom said with faux sweetness.

"Can I as well?" Jeffery asked in a small voice.

"You may, as long as it's straight into the shower."

"But mom, it's only seven-thirty," Jeff complained. "And why do I have to shower before Amanda, when I'm older."

"Because you're a boy!" mom crossed her arms. "And boy's get dirty."

"Yeah, but I've already showered two times today!" Jeff protested. "Once after gym at school, and then after my tennis lesson."

"Yes, and you need to once more before changing into your pajamas," said mom. "You wore your school clothes all day, and I'm sure they got sweaty. Boys can't help but make a mess of themselves and get all dirty and grimy in a matter of minutes. I should know because I have to wash your clothes every week. And let me tell you, the smell of your dirty underwear is not pleasant!"

"Mom!"

Jeffery didn't stand a chance against the tear factory now; his mom having rattled his water makers into rampant labor. The boy took off up the stairs, fleeing from his overbearing parent as fast as he could. It took a while for him to calm down once in the bathroom. He sat on the toilet lid for several long minutes, sniffling and wiping his eyes. Jason's heart ached for the cute little blond boy, treated so unfairly when he had done nothing wrong. If anything, Jason found the boy's sensitivity enduring. All the time he watched him, the boy remained considerate of his peers and listened to his teachers. The boy was just naturally polite and good.

Nothing like his mother.

Eventually, Jeffery got to his feet and started shucking his clothing, careful to put them in the corner near the door so they wouldn't get wet. He took a quick look at himself in the mirror, and it was clear that it was not one of pride or admiration. A million thoughts must have been going through this kid's head right now, with his mom accusing him of being queer, and his dad admitting he was impressionable. Jason didn't think impressionable was the right word for the boy. Naive was much more like it. The boy probably didn't even have a full understanding of what being queer meant. Jason knew he didn't know when he was eleven, even with his humongous brain to help him sort it out.

Watching Jeffery in the shower was better than with Kyle, and not just because the boy was better looking. For a twelve-year-old, Jeffery had excellent hygiene, and mom had nothing to worry about. He used his puffball bath sponge to thoroughly scrub his armpits. He bent and contorted to make sure his back got clean, scrubbed his legs and even got between his toes. The boy saved the best part for last. He took a long hard look at his penis before grabbing the tip of his foreskin with his thumb and index finger, using the puffball to clean his testicles and in between his legs.

Then he did what Jason didn't think he'd have the courage to do, and drew his foreskin back, exposing his glans. The action had the expected response, adding a bit of stiffness to his small penis. This helped expose his glans even further. Jeffery dabbed the bath sponge carefully because his head was no doubt sensitive. Then he dropped the sponge and pulled back his foreskin even more. For a few very long and painful seconds, Jason thought the boy was about to masturbate his almost thirteen-year-old but still very underdeveloped penis. It was fully erect now, standing out from his body at two o'clock. Jason desperately wished that he had a ruler to measure his beautiful little appendage. If Jason had to guess, it strained at just past three inches. Jason couldn't imagine a more erotic sight than what was in front of him right now; a beautiful young white boy with a body tight and lithe, and a penis standing proud in front.

For the longest time, Jeffery stared down at his erect little penis, letting go of his foreskin so it could bunch just beneath his glans, watching as it pulsed and throbbed with blood. Jason got the distinct impression this boy had never masturbated. That he'd never touched his penis for pleasure. This can't have been the first time he'd had an erection, though. Being nearly thirteen, this had to be happening more often, despite the fact that it's smaller than average.

The boy was breathing harder now, taking sharper breaths, his flat stomach with his innie-belly button going in and out. He brought his hand a fraction of an inch of his blood-engorged appendage again but still didn't touch it. It was hard as a nail now, his foreskin less bunched, a clear indication the boy was horny and ready for sex. Or at least his body was. His mind was another matter entirely. Was he franchising about a girl? Or did he have a deeper understanding of what it meant to be gay than Jason supposed? Or maybe he was just dwelling on the mysterious contents of that thumb drive his friend Kevin had given him during lunch? That had to be what it was.

Jason wondered again and not for the first time, what exactly the relationship was between Kevin and Jeffery. Boys didn't just hand other boys porn on a thumb drive. Yet from what Kevin had said at the lunch table, his friend was much more knowledgeable about this sort of thing. The thumb drive was certainly a big mystery to Jason and Jeffery both, and unlike Kevin, Jason would get to see the boy's reaction to seeing it. Obviously, given this boy's naivety, it was going to be earth-shattering.

There was no doubt in Jason's mind this boy was in intense need of release. He needed someone to tell him what to do. Tell him that it was okay for him to touch his little boy dick and how good it would feel when he rubbed his foreskin across his glans. Jason merged with the boy's hand, trying to force it closer, trying to make him take hold of his tender little tube, so inflated with blood. Then he'd get to hear the boy moan. Jason couldn't imagine a more melodious thing than the sexual sigh of a prepubescent boy, especially one as repressed as Jeffery.

Jason felt a pull then, a pull so strong that he got on his hands and knees, lining himself up with the boy, overlapping his phased body in as many places as he could. At that moment, there wasn't a thing Jason wanted more than to be in the body of this boy. To be this boy. This perfect little twelve-year-old who was showing very clear signs of sexual readiness. What wondrous sensations was this boy feeling right now? To have a body so young, so full of life. So ready to do, and to be. It was such a waste on Jeffery.

This boy had absolutely no idea how lucky he was. How far his beauty and adorableness could take him. A smart mother would have put this boy in commercials, made him do ads and modeling for clothes. That was how beautiful this kid was. Instead, she let her husband send him to a frightful catholic school where his intellectual limits were barely even stretched–what a tragic waste.

The waste continued as the boy made a fist with his hand instead of grabbing his penis. He reached to turn off the water then and grabbed a towel hanging on the shower door. He buried his face in the towel and kept it there for nearly a minute as the rest of his body dripped. The cooling water seemed to do the trick for his erection, and it slowly subsided. He dried off the rest of his body and then wrapped the towel around his waist.

Back to normal, the boy diligently brushed his teeth, spending a good two minutes on it, going until the electric brush stopped vibrating in his hand. He went to his room then, taking the towel with him through the hall, quickly putting on a pair of briefs, followed by a pair of flannel pajama bottoms with a drawstring and a button at the crotch. Last he grabbed a matching pajama shirt. Both were a light blue, with prints of dog silhouettes, moons, and stars. They looked like pajamas that belonged to a boy at least six years younger. They certainly weren't what any sensible young teenager would wear.

Jeffery, being the good boy that he was, reported to his mother as ordered. She made him open his mouth in front of her and blow so that she could smell his breath. Then she grabbed his arms and raised them so that she could smell his pits. For a second, Jason thought she would pull down his pajama bottoms to check his privates, but she didn't. She motioned him back to his room then and told him to say his nightly prayer. She watched as he got down on his knees and said, "Thank you, god for watching over me, amen."

"Nothing else?" She asked.

"No," Jeffery said.

"Alright, then. Goodnight, sweetheart," she said, tucking him into bed.

***

Jason took a quick look around the kid's room before mom turned the lights off. The boy was certainly into tennis. There were four big posters featuring men playing the game, images captured as they were wracking their final point. The men were all slim and athletic, some pictures revealing chiseled abs and firm pectorals. Was this another big clue this boy was gay? Not enough evidence, Jason surmised, as it could be just a simple case of hero-worship.

Jeffery lay in bed far longer than Jason expected. Didn't he know about that thumb drive still in his shorts pocket? The drive Kevin gave him and insisted he watches? Maybe the boy was getting cold feet and didn't have the guts to see what was on the thing after all. Kevin had certainly made it sound foreboding during lunch, and if he were Jeffery, it would probably also take him a while to gather up the courage himself. After what seemed an eternity, Jeffry got out of bed and quietly crept over to retrieve the drive from his clothing.

Jeffery turned on his computer in the dark. It was a bulky looking desktop tower, and the spinning fans made the boy cringe, probably because he thought someone might hear. He pulled out a pair of headphones from the desk drawer, plugged them into the computer, and logged in. Once Jeffery had the drive plugged in, a pop-up appeared with a password prompt before mounting the file system. Jeffery typed it in carefully, using the glow of the monitor to guide his fingers.

'Justin's complete and uncensored guide to becoming a teenager, everything a growing boy needs to know!'

The file explorer appeared with the video file soon after. The file was massive, filling the entire drive. The file name was much shorter than the passphrase, just 'justins_guide_1.mp4'. Pretty nondescript. Jeffery clicked on the video and the player started. Jeffery full-screened it just as another boy came on the screen, wearing a big smile.

Jason could tell several things right away. This video was professional. The camera wasn't the slightest bit shaky, which meant it was mounted on a dolly or tripod. There was also an elegant logo watermarked into the lower right-hand corner of the screen. 'FLAA.' Jason wondered what that stood for. He didn't spend too long on it however, because the boy on the screen quickly demanded his full attention.

He was gorgeous. Longish straight-blond hair and baby blue eyes. Germanic decent possibly, though his features were still smooth and rounded. The boy looked early fourteen maybe, definitely a teenager but still very much a young boy. His face was smooth and didn't show a hint of fuzz or sign of a blemish. His expression was so warm and inviting it made Jason's heart swoon. While this boy was teasing the end of Jason's age of interest, he was so beautiful that Jason would probably continue making an exception for him for several more years. It was hard to say at that moment which boy Jason considered more attractive, Jeffery or the boy on camera. Jeffery, the man decided at last, but only because the boy was sitting right beside him with a rapt expression that made him look so damn cute.

The fact Justin was older became evident when he spoke. His voice was wispy, that of a boy whose voice changed recently. It was still melodic, however, and very endearing.

"Hello, kids!" Justin bounced on a cushy bed. It was an opulent affair, with a heavy quilted comforter made of bright colors. The polls on the other side were visible behind him, and so was the fireplace. It looked like he was sitting in the master bedroom of a very expensive mansion.

"I'm Justin, and this is my guide to becoming a teenager, what every growing boy needs to know! So that you know, this is the first part of a four-part guide. This guide is the starter and should always be watched first. Its target audience is boys between the ages of eleven and thirteen, although it can be enjoyed by boys younger or older, or even men for that matter. It's mostly for those poor deprived young adolescents whose parents won't bother to teach them a thing about…" Justin leaned closer to the camera for effect, putting his hand to his mouth and whispering "sex."

Justin stood up from the bed then, giving the camera a thoughtful expression. "I don't know why I'm whispering that word. Sex!" Justin shouted, throwing up his hands. "Sex sex sex! You should shout it out with me! Or on second thought, maybe not, if you're in a place where your parents may hear. I do want you to make it to the end of this video after all, because everything in it is super important!"

Jason could see that Jeffery had no intention of shouting out "sex!", though his expression of mirth was impossible to miss. This Justin kid was entertaining, a natural-born actor. As he turned this way and that shouting 'sex,' he gave the camera an ample view of his body. The boy was wearing a short-sleeved polo shirt with red and blue stripes and white board shorts. The clothing was designer, even though it was casual. While he wasn't wearing shoes, his socks came up well past mid-calf. In a word, he looked 'preppy.'

"I want to let you in on a little secret," Justin said, motioning the camera to zoom in. "Adults don't want you to know about sex because they want to keep it to themselves. They are selfish and greedy, but you already knew that about adults, didn't you? There are two versions of sex," Justin explained, moving over to a comfy looking chair and sitting with his legs crossed. "The kind adults tell you, and the kind that is real. Confusing, I know. But I promise by the end of this video, you'll understand. You see, adults and teachers in health classes will give you all the boring scientific names for things, tell you how part A goes into hole B in a way that's anatomically correct.

"Now, don't get me wrong, I enjoy flipping through the doctor's guide to anatomy as much as the next kid because it has such great and detailed pictures, even though some of them show slices of a body cut open, ew! That's a big part of the problem. They do that because they know most people will not be turned on by it. Adults think it's necessary for kids to learn that before engaging in real sex. And also in hopes they won't want to try it after being grossed out."

Justin folded his arms, "So if you want to learn about anatomy, you can skip to the end of this video. I put together a brief, five-minute explanation with some mannequins. Very PG. The kind of stuff you'd get in a school classroom. I'm going to wait for thirty seconds. This is to give you time to think about whether or not you want to see my very much Non-PG version.

"A word of warning before I start: Stop this video if you aren't in a safe place to watch, especially if you think your parents will bust in on you. That's another reason why I'm giving you thirty seconds so that you can lock your bedroom door. You do not want to be caught with this video, so rip it out of your computer right now if you think there's a risk. Ok, speech over. Counting to thirty, starting now!"

Both Jason and Jeffery blew out a long breath at the same time. This video was on a whole other level. There was no doubt in Jason's mind child pornography was about to be filmed, but this was very different than the typical crap floating around the dark web. It was evident this was expertly made by some kind of studio and wasn't just some webcam or phone recording. This was scripted and rehearsed. And the footage was at least 1080p and taken with an expensive camera. Jason was on pins and needles every bit as much as Jeffery was.

Justin took a long breath after his thirty-second count was over. "Great! I'm glad you're still with me. Now let's get this show on the road!"

Justin stood up then and started to undress. He did it slowly, the camera zooming in as he unbuttoned his polo shirt and then pulled it slowly over his head, revealing his washboard stomach. The boy's chest had decent definition. Semi-athletic. His arms were skinny without being spindly. With his shirt off, the camera zoomed in to watch him unbutton his pleat shorts, taking down the zipper nice and slow. With deft hands, Justin let his shorts drop to the floor, revealing a set of lithe, creamy white legs. There was only peach fuzz there, not the coarse hairs most teenagers started getting on their shins. Hair that crept ever upward as they aged.

"If you still have clothes on, I recommend you take them off now," Justin said to the camera in his tight-fitting boxer briefs. "We don't want you having obstructed access to this," Justin pointed to his crotch. "Like what you see so far?" the boy asked the camera, taking several poses.

The camera zoomed in to give the viewer an eyeful of Justin's beautiful and tender white flesh. It was the perfect, unblemished skin of a boy. Justin had a slender frame with a waist that couldn't have been much bigger than Jeffery's, despite the fact he was over a year older. There wasn't an ounce of fat on the kid.

"It's okay if you do; it's okay if you don't. I have to admit I am not very big down here," said Justin, pulling down his underwear. "See?" The camera zoomed in. Uncircumcised, and with a small tuft of blond hair where the pubis met the base. The camera zoomed close into his soft penis, and he lifted it with two fingers for the camera, stretching it by its foreskin.

"It's two inches [5cm] when soft, and four inches [10cm] hard. Well, not even four inches if I'm honest. Pathetic, right? Especially considering I just turned fourteen a few months ago. What girl my age would even want this little thing?" Justin looked down at his penis in dejection.

"In case you were wondering, the average for a boy turning fourteen is about five and a half or even six inches when hard. And that's the average! Heck, I've seen some boys my age with eight-inch cocks! The fuckers! so yeah, tease me all you like. If you're in the same boat as me however, then you shouldn't feel bad. I kind of like being small because that means I can stick it in more places without it hurting the ones I fancy! I'll tell you more about that later. First, let's make this thing hard! You should make yours hard too, so you can follow along."

Justin kicked his underwear fully away from him then and lay down on the bed. Then he grabbed his penis and started playing with himself. It didn't take long for it to get hard. The camera zoomed in on his motions, giving a close-up of him expertly pulling back his foreskin and exposing the glans. Up and down that foreskin went, popping his glans in and out, covering his helmet fully and then pushing it through. "Ugh," the boy moaned. "That feels so good. I better stop, or I'm going to start leaking. I may be small, but I get hard as steel!"

Jason took a minute to check on Jeffery, who was watching the video in his chair. It was dark in the room, so it was very hard to tell how much the video affected the boy. Jason let his eyes adjust and saw the kid had his legs spread apart. He hadn't taken down his pajamas when Justin had asked, but it was clear there was a tent down there. His little penis was pushing against the fabric, straining to breach its containment. The young tween had his hands on his thighs, balled into fists. Again he was refusing to touch himself, even when the teenage boy on his computer monitor was telling him to do so in no uncertain terms, and even demonstrating what to do.

"So what I did was just called masturbation," Justin explained. "Say the word to yourself. M-a-s-t-u-r-b-a-t-i-o-n. It's okay to admit what you're doing. Every guy does this eventually–just some sooner than others. My opinion is, why wait? Why would something that feels so good be bad? The answer? It isn't! Adults just want you to think it is to stop you from feeling good. Well, fuck them! Now. Let's talk about methods. Some do it with just two fingers," Justin demonstrated. "Some with their whole fist," Jason curled all five fingers around his penis. It pretty much covered his entire shaft when he did so, leaving only the tip of his piss slit showing. "I'm a two-finger kinda guy," Justin withdrew his foreskin with finger and thumb, then drew it back across his glans.

"The next question I bet your asking is, why does this feel so good? Well, that one has a scientific answer. Humans have to reproduce to survive, so our bodies like this to keep our species going. Saying it's wrong is like flipping the bird to millions of years of human evolution. Stupid! So what happens when you keep going? Time for a demonstration!"

Justin started masturbating in earnest then, starting to rub himself all over, with his other hand concentrating on his penis. The camera panned all around the boy as he jacked himself off, thrusting his pelvis into his fingers. After a few minutes, he stopped, swathing his index finger over his urethra. He gathered a bit of sticky clear fluid, stringing it up and off himself as the camera zoomed in.

"This is precum see?" Justin then put it to his lips. "Tastes kind of salty," he smacked them. "Okay, now I'm going to finish off. Gunna give myself the good feeling, an orgasm for those in the know. For those of you following along, I recommend you wait. Just watch me and don't touch yourself. I want you horny as you watch more of this video, so you don't turn it off."

Jeffery didn't need to be told not to touch his penis. He still didn't have it out, even though Jason imagined it had to be hurting, straining inside his tight underwear. Jason wished the boy would just pull his pajama bottoms and undies down and have done with it.

It didn't take long for Justin to grunt on camera and spill his seed. They were more dribbles than spurts, really, though three decent sized ropes came out, landing on the back part of his hand. "Ugh. Not my biggest orgasm to date, but that's what it's like when I fly solo and without a full day to recharge. You see, a boy can only make so much cum in a day. Also, if you're not old enough, it's not going to happen for you. You'll have a dry cum instead. That is the good feelings without the fluids. That's because your testicles aren't mature enough to make semen yet. Some think it's better that way!"

Justin wiped a few other spots where his cum collected onto his small tuft of pubic hair.

"Well, I have to take a break now."

The time of the video skipped forward, and Justin has fully dressed again, and beside him sat a girl who was about the same age. "Hi boys, I'm Britney," she said. "I'm fourteen years old, and I'm here to have sex with Justin."

"Way to get straight to the point," Justin sighed. "Well, as you can guess, the next part of the video is for all you heterosexual boys out there who are wondering what it's like to have sex with a girl. Well, Britney and I are going to show you. If you think you're gay and aren't really into girls, don't worry, there is a part two of this series. It's a separate file though, so if you don't have it, then I guess you're out of luck. And just for the sake of completeness, in part three, I have sex with some younger kids, both boys and girls of various ages. In part four, I have sex with a few adults, along with a few of the kids from part three. We also do some light bondage and domination, along with some watersports. Not explaining what those are yet if you don't know. There is something for everyone in the series; I guarantee it! So you want to tell the audience what we're going to do, Britney? This is a guide after all."

The girl shook her head, tossing her shoulder-length brown hair. While she wasn't the looker Justin was, she was still pretty. She seemed a bit shy though, although that may have been just acting. She wore a purple blouse with ruffles on the shoulders and a black miniskirt. White stockings covered her legs top to bottom, and like Justin, she wasn't wearing shoes. Jason tried to assess Jeffery's sexuality by how he studied the screen, but it was impossible to say, as the boy didn't budge.

"You say it, Justin."

"Okay," Justin resumed his perky monologue. "I'm going to say this all upfront because I don't want to ruin the mood once we're into it. So listen carefully, boys." Justin took Britney's hand and squeezed it.

"Britney and I are going to make love. We have feelings for each other because we've known each other for a long time. I'm not going to lie and say this is our first time, nor have we sworn to do it only with each other. We both really like having sex, and we think it's silly not to have it with others.

"So I bet some of you younger boys out there are wondering, what do you do when you make love to a girl? Well, first we're going to French kiss, that's where we stick our tongues in each other's mouths. You've probably seen that before in normal movies. Then we're going to undress each other. We'll do some foreplay by rubbing each other's nipples and other parts of our bodies. Then we'll move on to oral sex, that's where she sucks on my penis and I lick her vagina and push my tongue inside it. We'll follow that up with a bit of anal sex; that's where I stick my penis inside Britney's anus or her butt hole.

"Some of you younger boys might start getting grossed out at this point, but please keep watching. Last we're going to do vaginal sex; that's where I stick my penis inside Britney's vagina. For that part, Britney's going to help me put on a condom because I don't want to get her pregnant. Why would she get pregnant, you ask? Well, if any of my cum, my sperm, make it into Britney's uterus, it might find an egg and wiggle inside it because that's what sperm do. We don't want to have a baby, do we, Britney?" Britney shook her head and smiled whilst looking at the camera.

"If you want to learn more about other protections you can take during sex, skip to the end of the video. I'll give you the full scoop, along with the anatomy stuff. We don't want anyone getting sick, so that part is worth watching, especially if you already have a girlfriend and are thinking of having sex with her. Or maybe it's a boyfriend."

"You're so gay, Justin," Britney shook her head.

"I can still get it up for you, can't I?" Justin gave her a hurt expression.

"That's because you're the horniest boy in existence. You could probably get it up for a baby Zebra or a hippopotamus," said Britney.

"That's cold," Justin frowned.

Justin immediately followed up that statement by leaning over and kissing her. He used his hand to draw Britney's head carefully to his. Then the scene continued just as Justin described. Justin was a natural lover, gently stroking her neck with the back of his hand as they kissed. In seconds, they were Frenching, and the camera was panning around to get all the best angles. Justin ran his hands over Britney's blouse, over her arms, and around her back. He ran his hand up Britney's leg, around her inner thigh, and inside her miniskirt.

Jason felt a whole new kind of energy pour from Jeffery as he watched the scene on his computer. The scene was driving the boy crazy, and why shouldn't it? It was the hottest thing Jason had ever seen recorded, and he was not really into boy/girl. Both these young teenagers were amazing however, each exuding raw and powerful sexuality. Whoever thought fourteen-year-olds weren't ready for this sort of thing had serious delusions. Jeffery was also very much ready himself, judging by the straining bump in his pajamas. Still the boy wasn't touching his penis, even though both of his hands were trembling in his lap, very close to his crotch.

Jason had an irresistible urge to sit in the chair with Jeffery and overlap his body with the little boy's. So that's what he did. He made sure every part of his ghostly form consumed the boy from head to toe. He even took the same posture, putting his hands where Jeffery's were, inches from where his ridged little penis strained inside his jammies. Intense feelings flooded Jason's body; sensations he swore did not belong to him. There was a raw level of sexual excitement Jason could feel coming from the boy, had to be from the boy, because his own body was now incapable. In his entire four months departed from physical existence, he had never felt so alive. The only thing that came close was his experience inside Eric, while he was having sex with Debra. There was something very different between that experience and this, however.

With Eric, there had been resistance, some kind of inexplicable barrier preventing Jason from becoming fully immersed into the man's feelings. Here with this boy, the resistance was much lower. Maybe it had something to do with age. Maybe it was because Jeffery wasn't quite as aware. Whatever it was, it didn't matter right now. What mattered were the feelings. Jason wanted so desperately to feel what Jeffery felt, to feel every sensation the boy had right now. To be alive with him. To be part of him. All of him.

***

Justin and Britney were full into it now, on camera. Justin already had Britney's blouse off and was pulling down her miniskirt. She laid back on the bed, allowing Justin access. The miniskirt came off, and Justin massaged Britney's breasts through her bra. Being fourteen, her breasts weren't very large, but they were still big enough to squeeze, and Justin squeezed them expertly. Then he reached behind her to undo her strap and the bra came off.

Justin wasted no time and went after the girl's nipples with his tongue, making them hard in seconds. While his tongue was busy, he busied his fingers by pushing them inside Britney's panties, feeling up her vagina through the thin material. Britney was a passive participant for most of the time to that point, one hand laying to the side while the other ran fingers through Justin's blond locks.

Jason was almost sure Jeffery became even more excited when Britney took the lead and started undressing Justin. She quickly pulled off the boy's polo shirt, undid the button on his pleat shorts and pulled down the zipper. Justin's erection couldn't have been more obvious as the camera zoomed in on his blue boxer briefs that were becoming exposed bit by bit.

As Britney worked down the zipper, she was careful to pull it away from Justin's erection so the material wouldn't get caught. Justin groaned when her fingers brushed past the head of his penis. Already there was a damp spot, evidence of the boy's precum spreading through the material. Once Justin's shorts were off, she lightly touched his glans through the material, running tiny circles around it. That earned more eager groans from Justin. Justin's young teenage organ pulsed and strained inside his underwear, and Britney made the tent even more obvious by reaching in and straightening it so it would jut straight out from his crotch. Britney teased Justin this way for quite some time, rubbing her fingers up and down his length through the fabric, using fingers from both hands, squeezing and massaging. The wet spot in his underwear grew even larger.

Jeffery finally succumbed and touched himself. He followed along like how Britney had demonstrated, rubbing the tip through his underwear and pajama bottoms in circles, then using a finger to stroke the underside. Jason was keenly aware of the tingling that shot through the boy's entire body, centralized in his groin. These sensations were so new and wonderful. So intense. Those feelings only became more intense as Jeffery gave his penis the lightest and meekest of touches, which Jason supposed he could forgive since it was the first time this little organ had ever been pleasured.

As the action unfolded on screen, Jason used every bit of his mental willpower to encourage Jeffery to go further. As Britney pulled on the waistband of Justin's underwear, exposing his not-quite-four-inch boner to the open air, Jason desperately tried to move Jeffery's hands. To make the boy unbutton the fly on his printed pajamas to reduce the strain on his aching little boyhood. Jason willed it with every fiber of his being.

Then it happened. Jeffery moved his hands, just like Jason was thinking, undoing the front of his pajamas. Jason kept pushing, and Jeffery kept doing. It was impossible to tell who was in control. Was Jason doing this? Or was Jeffery? While there was no wet spot in the front of Jeffery's briefs, that didn't make the tent in his underwear any less apparent than the older boy's on camera.

The little boy's penis jerked and pulsed, begging to be touched. Jason was going to make sure it happened, no matter what. Jeffery took his fingers and dug them into the flap, using both hands to pull the fabric apart. Then it was out–Jeffery's beautiful naked little pee-pee. Jeffery pushed the material of his briefs behind his balls, making it throb and pulse even more.

Jason was acutely aware of the relief the boy felt now that it was exposed, and the sheer amount of pleasure it was to stroke it, ever so lightly with the tips of his fingers. Jeffery's little wiener was super sensitive, especially when drawing back his foreskin and revealing his glans. Since this is what Britney was now doing on camera, Jeffery took the plunge, fully retracting his foreskin. Britney demonstrated the two-fingered masturbation technique on Justin's dick, spreading the young teenager's pre-seminal fluid across his glans. Although Jeffery didn't have any precum of his own, that didn't stop him from making the same motions. Jeffery continued to masturbate as Britney put Justin's penis into her mouth. Both boys sharply inhaled as Britney worked her tongue across Justin's glans.

That was the tipping point for Jeffery. His mind was in complete overload, put there by the expert camera work and the amazing performance of Justin and Britney. The feelings inside of Jeffery were so powerful, so intense. The young boy was having his very first orgasm, and Jason was being sucked into it. As Jeffery's body shuddered, so did Jason's. Jason was keenly aware of his pulsing erection. No, it was Jeffery's. Jason's whole body trembled as if in shock. Jason gripped the handles of his desk chair, unable to shake the feeling he was in a long freefall, down into a bottomless pit.

Everything went white, and Jason saw nothing.

Jason awoke a while later, feeling very disoriented. The first thing he became aware of was the air. It felt very cold. He felt an uncontrollable shiver go down his body. The second thing he became aware of was the feeling of fabric against his skin and how he was positioned in a chair. Pain and soreness followed quickly afterward. Every muscle in his body ached, down to the bone. It was only after he opened his eyes did he start to get an idea of what was happening. Headphones were on his ears, but nothing played through them. There was a computer screen in front of him, but it was dark. Jason took a deep breath and looked around. The room was dark. At first, Jason didn't recognize it, having no idea where he was. It was a boy's bedroom, and it looked vaguely familiar to him.

Then it hit him. This was Jeffery's bedroom. The boy he had been watching. Why was Jason still in the boy's room, and where was he? Jason turned his head to look down at himself. Oh my GOD, Jason swore to himself. I am Jeffery.

Jason's mind refused to believe it at first, but his sensory perceptions kept confirming it over and over again. He was in the body of a child. Although it was painful, Jason pushed himself off the chair. He was wearing the same ridiculous pajamas Jeffery wore. While the fly of his bottoms was open, his privates had somehow slid back inside his briefs, probably due to thrashing and the fact his penis had gone soft. Jason became quickly aware of how light he felt, how easily his body moved. He felt sore to be sure, but not beyond movement. Jason held his hands to his face and remarked at the smallness of his fingers. He remarked at their dexterity, and how nimble they felt. His senses were in complete overdrive now, attempting to adjust to his new body. Every feeling he had was new. New as if he'd just been born.

In a way, this was like a birth. Jason had come out of nothingness and into this boy. Came into his body the very moment he was having the first orgasm of his life. The implications of this were earth-shattering. Jason could still keenly remember his previous life. He remembered how ugly he was as a kid; how fat and unattractive he was. He remembered how everyone held his intelligence against him and how he buried himself in science, all the way through to adulthood. He keenly remembered that he'd never once shared intimacy with another human being. Now he was a boy again. Some other boy living a completely different life. He was himself, and yet now he was in the body of this beautiful, adorable little twelve-year-old–this blond-haired, blue-eyed angelic boy god.

The possibilities of what he could do now were endless.

Chapter 5

Jason wasn't sure why he even tried to sleep at night. Being in Jeffery's supple and perfect little body was far too fantastic for his consciousness to let go. Yet what was he supposed to do exactly? He could still hear a television on somewhere in the house, likely in the family room downstairs. If Jason remembered the geography of the house correctly, the family room was on one side, and the office on the other. Most likely, mom was in the family room and dad in the office. Sure he could wait around for them to go to sleep and then sneak out, but to where exactly?

For all intents and purposes, he was Jeffery now. Jason moved his arms, and so did Jeffery's. Moved his legs, same deal. Jason pulled down his pajama bottoms and underwear, exposing his little dick. He flopped it around with his fingers until it became hard. He pulled back the foreskin, and it felt wonderful. Probably not a good idea to jack it off so soon, just after he came. It did feel a little sore. Obviously, the little appendage was unused to being played around with so vigorously. Still didn't stop it from inflating with blood at the slightest touch. Oh, how great it was to have the libido of a tween.

There would be plenty of time for Jason to explore his new body from head-to-toe. From the tip of his penis to the deepest reaches of his rectum. And there was no question in his mind that the journey of self-discovery would happen. He was patient, however. Desserts like these are best enjoyed nice and slow. Besides, his new body ached as if it ran a full marathon. Maybe he'd be able to fall asleep after all.

Sleep did come, even though Jason was sure it wouldn't. Waking up in the morning was almost as much of a shock as the previous night. Jeff's alarm clock sounded with an unforgiving buzz. Jason remembered needing an obnoxious alarm like that himself as a kid. Funny how a body with so much pent up energy still struggled to get up in the morning. Mom must also have been aware of Jeffery's routine struggle, and not five minutes after the alarm went off, there she was shaking him.

"Time to get up, sweetheart," mom said, pocking at his chest through the bedsheets. "Get dressed and come have some breakfast. Making cream of wheat this morning."

That was something, at least, Jason thought to himself. His mother never cooked breakfast for him growing up.

"Sure," Jason said through a little bit of mucus he was forced to cough out. "Be down in a sec-"

Jason caught himself, reflecting on the sound. His voice was a sweet boy-soprano. Jeffery's voice. Not his own. That was going to take some getting used to.

Mom looked him up and down and Jason felt a surge of panic. He couldn't help but take a look at himself, thinking the covers must have drawn back to reveal his nude body. He breathed a sigh of relief when he discovered that was not the case. He'd been smart enough to keep his pajamas on, and his underwear and bottoms were pulled up where they should be. She was probably just having a typical motherly worry.

Out of his bed and in the sunlight, he was presented with a new opportunity to revel in his new form. Most of the soreness from the previous night was gone now. Jason felt light and nimble on his feet. So this is what it felt like to be a trim and athletic kid, unencumbered with layers of pudge. Jason couldn't remember feeling so alive. The ease with which he walked around, he felt like he could run a mile and not feel a thing. He took a jump or two, just for the fun of it. The spring in his legs was unreal. Without thinking, he tipped into a summersault. That was a mistake. His body was nimble, but that didn't make it strong. His spindly arms gave out underneath him before he could even tuck his head in, and he ended up collapsing onto his shoulder, legs thumping into the wall.

"Shit," Jason swore before he could stop himself.

He stayed frozen for a minute, listening for the footsteps of a concerned parent. There were none. "Stupid," Jason whispered. Hardly un-boy-like, however. Surely, he wasn't the first twelve-year-old to attempt a summersault in his bedroom.

Jason decided to find his school clothes and take them to the bathroom. Time to take another little voyage of self-discovery. Once in front of the mirror, he pulled off his pajama top, nice and slow. Smooth young boy pectorals. Not spindly, because the boy played tennis. Nowhere close to a teenager's however. Good.

Jason was tempted to jump on the countertop for the next part but decided that was too rambunctious and elected for a wider view. He watched the boy in the mirror gently pull down his bottoms and underwear, working his hips like a stripper. Boy strippers could make so much money doing this, in front of the right crowd. Idiotic that only people over the age of eighteen were allowed to do this. Legally, at least. Discrimination against young people is what it was. Ludacris to think they became sexual creatures at some magical chronological age and that it would be the exact same for all. Jason's boner was a testament to this body's readiness, caught now in the folds of cloth bunching as it resisted the downward pull.

Jason pulled the back of his pajama bottoms down first, revealing his tight, pert, and perfectly curved ass. Skin so smooth and with only the lightest downy hair. No way was a woman's ass as easy to glide the hands over, finer than the smoothest of silks. And warm. His boy pubis was even warmer in front. Much warmer. More downy blond hairs, all the way to the base of his shaft. No pubic hair, thank goodness, nothing so unsightly. Long course hairs like that would completely ruin the picture; they would mar this perfect and unblemished skin. They would add an unwanted roughness that would disturb the journey of his fingers as they pushed down cloth, exposing more and more of his uncut penis. Body heat radiated from his blood-engorged appendage. He could see it pulsing in time with his heart. Just one more little tug and his boy dick was free.

It was such a marvelous thing to look at. To hold and touch. To lightly run the tips of his fingers over. Shivers went down his spine with every minor ministration. Touching his old body never felt this good. His dick was so hard it ached. It strained between the one and two o'clock positions. Yet despite how hard it was, it wasn't much thicker than his thumb or longer than his middle finger. His palm consumed it easily, making a one-fisted jack-off impractical. This little thing was best pleasured with two fingers and a thumb.

Jason was totally fine with his predicament.

Using his fingers and thumb to slide his foreskin over his little helmet was utter bliss. Jason felt the tell-tale flutter in the pit of his stomach that signaled his closeness to orgasm. Jason desperately wanted to know if there would be any wetness. While boys who dry came were cute as hell, nothing beat a boy on the cusp, a boy whose testicles hadn't quite dropped yet, but were mature enough to let him fire off a squirt or two to show how much he enjoyed the experience.

Jason stopped when he saw a tiny bead of precum appear though his pee slit. Holy. He squeezed hard on his helmet, gathering as much of it as he could onto his finger. No more than a teardrop's worth, but hey, it was something.

"If this isn't proof your ready for sex, Jeffery, I don't know what is," said Jason, holding his finger toward the mirror and looking himself in the eye.

Jason felt something weird then, in the back of his head. It was an odd, itching sensation like someone raking their fingernails behind his neck. Jason brought up his other hand, not the one with precum, and rubbed back there. The sensation lingered longer than he would have liked but eventually subsided.

So had his erection.

"Aww, shucks," Jason looked down at it.

In this state, it was pretty tiny. Shorter now than his thumb. The picture of innocence. "Plenty of time to play with you later," Jason said to it. "And I promise we'll have some great times together!" To prove his point, he took his finger wet with precum and sucked on it. Oh, what sweet nectar, so unlike a man's. None of that bitter sperm to ruin the flavor. Hopefully it would remain that way for at least a few more years.

Jason reluctantly pulled back on his briefs, shucking his pajama bottoms in trade for school shorts. The dress shirt came next, a bitter shame that it was long-sleeved. So was the sweater. Well, at least there was a view of his trim legs. The shorts only came to mid-thigh, which made them alright in Jason's book. Not as good as a speedo, but it's not like he could wear that into class. Would if he could though. Hiding so much of this boy's lean and softly contoured little body was a tragedy. Such perfection of form should always be put on display for those who appreciated it.

Still cute as a button, Jason looked himself over one last time in the mirror. Cuter yet when he found some gel in a drawer and applied it to his cropped blond hair, making it spiky. Total pedo bait was what he was. It would be interesting going into a mall like this and seeing what heads turned his way. Jason imagined approaching such a man and scaring the living crap out of him by letting him know he was perv-ed on. On second thought, he could never do that to a guy, because he knew exactly what it was like to be that guy, so desperate to see a boy such as Jeffery naked. So desperate to undress him and feel his supple-smooth skin. To take his little boy dick in his mouth, make it hard, and suck him to orgasm. To fuck his tight little ass until he spilled his seed in his rectum. Jason was all too familiar with those daydreams taken while boy-watching in the mall.

Well, now he was that boy and no longer had to fantasize. All those years of suffering as a slave to science had finally paid off.

Even though mom was a bitch, she made good Cream of Wheat. The moment Jason started eating, his body's hunger took over and he wolfed it. A common occurrence evidently because mom didn't bat an eyelash. Next steps were a bit awkward, as Jason didn't know whether he was supposed to walk to school or be taken by his mother. As he suspected, the latter was the case, and he didn't have to wait long to get his answer.

He and Jeffery's sister Amanda piled into the car. Mom drove to Amanda's school first, which was maybe two miles from the school. His sister gave him a polite goodbye and he waved as he thought Jeffery might. It seemed to be the correct response because she smiled as she waved back, wishing him a good day at school. St. Andrews's school for boys was only a mile further. The school was not as big as Amanda's, probably because it was private. Didn't make it any better, Jason groaned inwardly.

"Have a great day," mom yelled as he got out of the car. Jason gave a half-hearted wave, pretty sure Jeffery would have done the same.

Fortunately, Jason had been watching Jeffery in his ghostly form since the beginning of the week. It was Thursday today, which meant three longer classes and no gym. Jason was excited and yet a bit apprehensive about gym class. Excited because he couldn't wait to see the other boys getting undressed through Jeff's eyes, and worried because when it came to feats of fitness, he was woefully inept. Maybe it would be different now that he had Jeff's body? Many believed in muscle memory, and Jason knew it was true to some extent, as he'd practiced piano for some time in his childhood. With any luck, he wouldn't find himself so hopelessly clumsy. For today's classes however, he had those in the bag.

Which didn't make them any more pleasant to deal with. Jeffery's school really was abysmal. What a serious waste of money, offering an education only a modicum better than public. Worse, in Jason's opinion, because of the enforced religion. Ridiculous how the first two minutes of each class had to be spent with heads bowed in prayer.

His first class of the day, social science, they were studying the civil war and black slavery. Jason got a quick impression the teacher had no love for black people. While she wasn't endorsing slavery with her words, she obviously didn't feel that bad over their treatment throughout the centuries. For a few minutes, he thought she might be a confederate, but this wasn't the deep south. The teacher also seemed to have her favorite students to call on, which fortunately didn't include Jason. While she made eye contact with him a few times to make sure he was paying attention, she didn't demand any more. After a brief quiz, the class was released into the hallways.

Jeffery's next class was not going to be such a breeze. Religious studies, gag. This teacher was also female. All of Jeffery's teachers were. This one was expectedly horrid, given the subject matter. Jason had his own horrific memories of being dragged to Hebrew school at Temple. What an abysmal waste of time that was. Now he was faced with something similar, forced to read passages from the new testament instead of old. Well, at least he didn't have to read it in Hebrew. When it came time to solicit his opinion however, he felt a prickling on the back of his neck. The same prickling he felt in the bathroom. Jason was starting to suspect this was no coincidence. Erring on the side of caution, he tried to keep his interpretation of Bible study simple and remain polite. It was obvious what the passage was about and the basic moral, so he stuck to that, even though these philosophies were so ancient. His answer however, seemed to make the teacher happy and ease the prickling on his neck.

Lunchtime caught Jason a bit unprepared, although if he'd thought at all ahead, he wouldn't have been surprised. Kevin swooped in on him, landing across the same lunch table they sat the day before.

"JD! There you are! Thought you were ignoring me on purpose!" Kevin dropped his tray and hop-swiveled onto the stationary bench. "I'm dying to know about you-know-what! So did you watch it? Please tell me you got to the end!"

"Well, not quite," Jason rubbed the back of his neck. "But close enough, I suppose."

"Brilliant!" Kevin crossed his arms and leaned back. "Soo… what do you think? Mind-blowing, huh? Bet you never saw anything like it!"

"Never!" Jason admitted, lowing his voice. "I can't believe that boy in the film. Justin. He was… crazy!"

"Ha! So you did watch it and you aren't bullshitting me!" Kevin snickered. "Yeah, that kid Justin is beyond. Way beyond. My cousin gave me all four vids in the series, and even I couldn't stomach watching then all the way through. Especially the third and fourth ones. It's some seriously perverted and hard-core shit, let me tell you! Couldn't imagine any other videos about sex education being as comprehensive, that's for sure! So now you got to tell me what you learned JD!"

"Here?" Jason leaned in. "At school? Where others can hear?"

"Guess you have a point," Kevin stabbed some peas and carrots with his fork. "Guess I just really want to know! Man, I wish I could have been there to see you watch it for the first time! Guess I'll have to settle for the second. Well… that is unless you watch it again before you come over to my place. Think you can convince the Bios to let you have a sleepover with me Saturday night?"

Jason tried his best to act all shy throughout the discussion, and the better he did, the less prickling there was on the back of his neck. At the same time, there was no chance in hell he was about to turn down Kevin's offer for an overnight stay.

"I guess, probably," Jason did his best to channel Jeffery.

"That's my man JD!" Kevin put up a fist, which Jason stared at a bit too long before finally bumping it. "Still a work in progress, though–but not hopeless! A big part of me was worried you'd freak out and avoid talking to me altogether. I knew it was a big risk. Worst case scenario, you'd give it to your mother and rat me out."

"I would never do that," Jason shook his head.

"I know," Kevin took a bite of his lunch. "You may be naïve, but that doesn't make you stupid. That, and we've been friends since the start of sixth grade. So many of the other kids in this school just let themselves get brainwashed, but not us! I knew I picked the right guy to hang out with, even if your geeky side shines through more times than not. That's okay though because I suck at sports. Hoops are the only thing I'm good at, but not to the point I want to try out for a team. Would rather stick to video games!"

"I guess aside from tennis, I'm not that good either," Jason shrugged.

"Now you're just humble, but that's what I like about you," Kevin smiled. "You're not a stuck-up little shit like so many other kids in this school. I bet once you hit your growth spurt, you could wipe the floor with most of the kids who go here. It's just your size that's keeping you back."

"Tell me about it," Jason rolled his eyes.

"Damn, just thinking about Justin's videos has got me all hot and bothered," Kevin reached his hand under the table, making no effort to hide the fact he was adjusting the front of his shorts. This kid was seriously bold. It boggled Jason's mind how a kid this young could be so uninhibited. While Kevin's voice was still high, there was a squeakiness that hinted it was about to drop. Kevin was probably one of those super horny ones who couldn't get their mind off sex, day or night. Jason knew there were thirteen-year-olds like that and had gone through a similar period himself, though, for him, the top of his horniness was closer to sixteen. Would likely be the same for Jeffery as well, given his developmental delay.

"Can't stop thinking of Britney. What a lucky guy Justin is, getting to fu- well… do all those things with her. God, I want to do it with Britney so badly, I would give my left nut. Hell, I would give both my nuts! With my luck, I'll probably be stuck a virgin until I'm twenty. I'm not exactly a babe magnet. That, and we are at the worst school to pick up babes."

"Yeah, it sucks going to an all boy's school." Jason didn't believe that for a moment, but he said it anyway.

Their conversation was pretty much over at that point, as the bell rang and they were out of time. Jason tried eating his own lunch, the same Kevin had, a dismal affair no better than a public-school cafeteria. You'd think they'd at least make better food for kids that paid so much more, but no. Chicken casserole with peas and carrots on the side. Tasteless. Jason gave up, choking it down as his body seemed revolted by it.

The afternoon was biology, but it wasn't the kind of biology that Jason found remotely interesting. Certainly nowhere close to human physiology. Not even animal physiology. Rather, it was plant physiology. Still science though, so Jason was well familiar with it. There wasn't a single field of science Jason hadn't read at least one book or article. While quantum mechanics was his forte, knowledge of organic chemistry was essential to human teleportation. Usually, he left the nitty-gritty of biochem to his assistants, however, smart girls like Debra had a passion for it. Not for lack of understanding of the concepts however. Jason was confident he could ace any test Debra threw at him, at least with a bit of quick study from a textbook.

In this class, he could probably answer all the questions on the final exam with his eyes closed and in between yawns.

In the first ten minutes, he was worried he'd fall asleep, so slow was the teacher's pace of presenting the material. All the teacher's mistakes kept him awake however. This woman barely knew the subject matter she taught. What was wrong with her? Was she a substitute or something? Did she not understand even the basics of photosynthesis? Evidently not. Jason had to fight the urge to get up on his feet when the teacher said plant's main food source was carbon monoxide. He couldn't help but say "carbon dioxide and water, carbon dioxide and water" over and over under his breath.

"You have something to add, Jeffery?" the teacher glared at him.

"No," he shook his head, despite his urge to tell her to step aside so he could teach the class.

"Then I would advise you to stay quiet," the teacher pushed up her spectacles.

It took every ounce of his willpower for him to obey. It seemed to be the correct decision though, as the itching in the back of his neck subsided. Jason was faced with one last quandary however, before class and the school-day were over.

Lab time.

The nerd in him was elated. The itching tempered it. Temptation won out in the end however, because how could he pass up a chance to show off to a cute classmate? Picking lab mates was always the hardest part of this, made even harder because Jason had no idea who any of these kids were and who Jeffery got along with. Fortunately, the answer came to him rather than the other way around. A skinny Asian kid shorter than he had approached him shyly.

"Hey Jeff," He said.

"Hey," Jason said back, having no idea who this kid's name was. He was more round-faced than the typical Asian, with a very small, flat and delicate nose. The kind of nose Jason thought his fingers might miss if he swiped them across his face too quickly. Dainty, ears too. His hair was buzzed, only a little longer on top than on the sides. Body even narrower than Jeffery's. Jason desperately wanted to know how big, or rather how small this kid's penis was. Jason assumed most Asian boys had small penises, but that was probably racist of him. In truth, Jason just wanted it that way.

"Want to partner?" the boy asked.

"Sure," Jason nodded.

The objective of the lab was simple. Had to be for a forty-minute long seventh-grade science project. So of course, it wouldn't involve any real science. Nope, it was to make a cardboard cut-out of a chloroplast. How important was it to memorize all these parts anyway? The lab was fairly open-ended, allowing the student to choose from various shades of green. There weren't many guidelines other than a short passage in the assignment giving a basic physical description.

"Pretty lame assignment," Jason shook his head. "This doesn't teach you much of anything."

"Don't know why we should care much about the inside of plants anyway," the boy agreed.

"Well… we should care because, without chloroplast, there wouldn't be any life on Earth," said Jason. "Which means… no humans."

"Yeah, I guess." The boy shrugged.

"I agree it's hard to get excited about the inside of a plant though," Jason frowned. "Especially when you don't have a microscope or anything to look at it with. If I got to pick the lab, that's what we would be doing. Shining light to stimulate chloroplast movement. Bright light and they start lining up along the cell walls, so the light deflects off the edges. Dim light, and they lay flat along the bottom so they can absorb more rays. It's pretty fun to watch because it's like they have a mind of their own."

"You sure know a lot about this stuff, don't you?" The boy asked. "Guess I picked the right lab partner."

Jason and his partner wrote their names on the big piece of paper where the cut-outs were going, and he learned the name of the Asian boy was Jun. The itching on the back of his neck was fairly low key right now, so it seemed like he was doing okay. Jason gave the boy a warm and heartfelt smile and then started with a pair of scissors. Cutting the envelope and the Thylakoid stacks were easy. The nucleoid strings, on the other hand, were much harder. What he needed now were some wet noodles and green food dye, then he could do this right. For the Ribosomes and Plastoglobulus', he cut out circles, smaller and darker for the former and bigger and lighter for the latter. Jason encouraged Jun by example, only doing the first few, then letting his partner do the rest. Jun settled on cutting narrow strips for the nucleoid and then folding them into zig-zags. Not very string-like, but what could you do with paper?

Before they knew it, the bell rang and class was over. Jun offered to turn in the assignment and then he waved good-bye and darted out into the hallway and out of his life. Jason's heart pounded with desire. Watching that small Asian boy-butt as it wiggled across the room, tight in their school shorts. And those petite legs of his, accompanied by such narrow hips, he was sure a big man's hands could easily wrap around them. Not something Jason could likely manage in his current state, although he wouldn't mind stretching his hands and fingers around the smooth and bare skin of the Asian kid's stomach and lower back to find the answer. Then with his hands in that position, maybe they could accidently slide a little lower, pinky fingers digging under the elastic waistband of Jun's undies, feeling the impression they left on his delicate skin. And after crossing that line, why stop? Why not take a hand and sneak it inside the boy's tight underwear even further? Get a feel of his hairless pubis, for surely it had to be hairless and silky-smooth. Smooth just like Jason's was. Then just a little further if he was daring, hoping beyond hope to discover a hot and hard little tube.

All Jason's fantasizing had caused exactly that, a hot and hard little tube in his own shorts. Jason looked down at the obvious tent; fabric pushed out near the width of his hand. Noticing it clued him in to how tight his clothing was, not giving him much space to work with. Jason took a quick glance around, relieved that no one was paying attention. Best to sit and take cover under his desk to take care of this. In it's own way, this was every bit as fantastical as doing it to Jun, moving his fingers inside the waistband of his own underwear. Because it really wasn't his underwear, it was Jeffery's. A hot-as-hell Caucasian blond with a tennis player's physique. And since Jason had complete control, there was no hand to push him away and stop him from copping a feel.

Jeffery's hot little boner felt wonderful between his fingers as he adjusted it. Waves of pleasure arched up his spine as he ran his index finger from the base of his testicles and up the underside of his shaft to his frenulum. The tightness of his undies had caused a retraction of his foreskin, which he now corrected, squeezing his glans as he repositioned. Jason honestly didn't know how he resisted the urge to masturbate right there and then, so intense were the feelings boiling within his crotch. It was with great reluctance he finally pulled out his hand, bringing it to his nose to smell the musky aroma his fingers picked up.

The back of his neck was itching like crazy now, so much Jason was forced to bring his hand back and scratch it. The feeling was not enough to dispel his horniness this time, however. Not when there were so many other boys in close proximity, fueling his lust-crazed imagination. Not when having such easy access to his own hot little boy-bod pretty much any time he wanted. In private, at least.

***

Jeffery's mom was there to pick him up from school in the long line of cars. Good thing he remembered that detail; otherwise, he wouldn't have remembered how to get back home. Amanda wasn't in the car, probably because she got out of school earlier than him and she was kind enough not to make her wait in the car. Mom asked the typical mom questions and Jason gave the typical son answers. How was your day? Good. What did you do? Not much. Blah blah. He did decide to tell her about the science lab, but he kept it brief, and it seemed like enough information to keep her happy.

Jason decided to be a good boy and do all his homework once he got into his room. Concentrating wasn't exactly easy however, due to his near overwhelming boy-lust. Lust that must have been driven my more than just his own mental yearnings, because so much of it was fueled by the needs of the body itself. Which made Jason wonder how on earth Jeffery had never masturbated before last night. Did this poor child go through life feeling this way and having no clue how to sate these desires? Probably, Jason lamented. Sure this kid's sex-drive was unlikely as bad as a fourteen-year-old, especially one with a near-developed penis, but it was very likely getting stronger, day by day. Highly likely Jeffery has had or would soon start having… wet dreams.

Ha, well, wet dreams were unnecessary when one knew how to masturbate.

Pulling from many years of practice, Jason mentally pushed those thoughts aside long enough to do his homework. He knew how much it mattered to Jeffery, and he wasn't about to screw up that part of his life. Besides, it wasn't like keeping up the A average would be hard for him. It was seventh grade, after all.

Satisfied with his school studies, it was now time for a different kind of study. The study of this exquisite boy body he now found himself with. Jason stood up from his chair, pulling off his sweater in one motion. He took his time with the buttons on his long-sleeve shirt, slowly exposing his creamy-white chest. He took a long look and feel of his slightly indented belly-button and baby-smooth skin leading to his shorts. One shoulder at a time, he extracted his arms from his shirt. Such soft curves, nothing like the hardness or boniness of a man. Just small, delicate, and free of hair and blemishes. Well, not completely hairless, there was peach-fuzz, more on the arms than on the chest. It was barely visible however, due to it's lack of melanin. Not a single course hair in his arm-pits either, which minimized its musky aroma. He gave several long minutes of scrutiny to his dime-sized boy nipples, wetting a finger before rubbing around the areola. The moisture and cool air did the job Jason wanted, making his nipples harden.

Jason's attention to the upper half of his body was having the desired effect on his lower half. Time to take down his shorts. He pulled the zipper down, ever so slow, reveling in the feelings of his fingers brushing against the tip of his penis. A shiver went down his spine, just from the fabric alone brushing across his glands. And he still hadn't taken off his underwear yet. Once fully unzipped, there wasn't much to hold the shorts up any more, and they fell easily down his legs and bunched at his feet. He kicked them next to his desk on the floor, where his sweater and shirt were piled.

Now he was just a little boy in his tighty-whities. Jason thought long and hard about racing into the bathroom to do a better frontal inspection, but he was far too impatient now to get to the main event. The tent in his tight undies was a thing of beauty. Second only to what his front would look like out of his undies–time to find out. Careful not to touch his penis, Jason pulled the fabric away, bunching it up under his balls for only a few seconds while he took them down in the back. Such a beautiful little morsel, Jason observed as he ran his fingers underneath the waistband of his briefs, now resting on his upper thighs. Jeffery's skin was unrealistically smooth. Smoother than any man or woman. Waist narrower as well, easy for him to wrap his fingers around, even with his young boy's hands.

His ministrations across his thighs had the desired effect on his penis. The little appendage was filled with blood. He was pulsing with his rapidly beating heart. So alive, so ready for sex. Such a shame he was alone here in this room right now. Jason was sure he could make many a man happy with this new body. The thought of him turning other men on with this body sent waves of bliss throughout him. His boy-dick was so hard it hurt, aching for him to touch it.

Jason obliged.

He began with just a light ticking. A light brush across the underside. Another over the glands, across the corona, and down the top of his shaft. Maximal hardness is achieved.

Now it was time to measure.

Jason found a ruler right where one was supposed to be, in his desk. Of course, he had one there; this boy took his schooling seriously. He held the wooden stick carefully, digging the edge only slightly into his testicles. Sure he could make the measurement longer by digging deeper into the loose sack, but what was the point of that? Accuracy was what was important here, because what could be more important than the length of a little boy's dick? Three and one eighth inches [7cm]. Couldn't measure his girth because the ruler didn't bend. It was pretty thin though, only a smidge thicker than his thumb. It was a perfect size Jason wished fervently would never change. A wish he knew would not come true. Wait a month or so, and the measurement would likely be different. His pulsing hardness a testament that he was a healthy, growing boy. Oh, what he would give to freeze this body in time. Seems Jason had invented the wrong device.

Well… maybe not. This… what he was able to do now… went beyond his wildest dreams.

Jason decided to jump on the bed before he got busy, and he got busy. Jason was pulling his foreskin up and down across his glans before he even hit the mattress. Jacking off his beautiful boyhood. Playing with his penis. Pounding his pudd. Just a boy, playing with his favorite little toy. And who needed another toy with a willy as cute as this? Jason tried, but he was unable to stop the moans that escaped his throat.

"Ahh yeah…" he said quietly. "Ahh yeah…"

Again and again he said it, in his little boy soprano. It was so damn sexy hearing himself moan. Anyone listening would have a hard time denying he wasn't thoroughly enjoying himself. There was no coercion here. At some point, even the itching on the back of his neck subsided. He was by himself, after all, a danger and a threat to no one. Well… no one other than Jeff himself. But this boy was ready and willing to masturbate. He'd proven that the minute he stuck in the thumb drive his friend had supplied. He proved it by watching so much of its contents, finally succumbing at the end, grabbing his penis, and masturbating to the sight of the fourteen-year-old boy and girl having full-on sex on his computer screen.

Jason was nearing orgasm now; he could feel it in the pit of his stomach. To help the feeling along, he wet his fingers with plenty of saliva, working the spit into his foreskin. Jason watched the tip of his penis carefully, needing to see if there would be any wetness. He strongly suspected there would be. He didn't have to wait long for his answer.

"Ooooohhhhh…." Jason moaned, watching as three small dribbles seeped out of his pee slit.

Joyous transparent fluid. He wasted no time gathering it onto his spit-free fingers and bringing it to his face.

"Brilliant!" Jason exclaimed.

What sweet-smelling boy nectar it was. Likely it was very low on sperm count, given its clarity and lack of white. So unlike a man's sperm. It tasted sweet as well, with only a hint of the bitter to come. For now, heavenly. Jason could bottle this stuff up and drink it, though there was no denying something like this was best enjoyed straight from the source. Shame he couldn't get his mouth onto his own penis. Jason very much doubted Jeffery's body was flexible enough to accommodate that particular demand. For now, he guessed he would have to make do with scooping the goop off his dick with his fingers.

There was only one place left he felt he had to explore, although it would be awfully hard to see. With fingers still wet from his spit, he felt below his little testicles, bringing his legs up into his chest to clear the way. Jason supposed he should have done this before his orgasm, but he wasn't planning on spending much time there today. Ultimately, he was satisfied with running his finger over his pucker, secure in the knowledge his boy-hole was there. It was a silly sentiment, none-the-less, his need to feel it required fulfillment. Jeffery's hole was definitely virgin, the ring of muscle tight and ungiving. Jason's mind raced with all the possible things he could try squeezing up the tight orifice. He'd start with the handle of a toothbrush, then graduate to his fingers. From there, he'd have to get a little more inventive. The end of a screwdriver, perhaps? Probably a bad idea to ask mom or dad for a dildo for Christmas.

Dinner seemed to be served at six o'clock sharp in this house. The table was quieter than last night. Jessica, Jeffery's older sister, didn't seem in the mood to rattle mother tonight and ate without a word. Amanda was a little chatterbox, however. She couldn't stop talking about a skit she was involved in and the costume she was working on in her spare time. Mom was all over that, of course, offering to help her sew it and giving her access to as many reams of cloth she needed.

Girl projects… ick.

Jason looked Amanda over and reflected. She was a cute little girl to be sure. Long blond hair, tied back in two pig-tails. Pert nose and rosy cheeks. More angular and defined than rounded, similar to Jeffery's face. The angles were soft, since she was still only ten. Girls were definitely not his thing, even though children that young shared many of the same features. At first glance, it was hard to say what made boys so much more attractive to him.

Two big factors, he thought. The first was mannerisms. Boys in general were so much more care-free, playful, and easy going. They weren't all that way, but there was a long laundry list of qualities he was sure to find in a boy more-so than a girl. The second was the penis. That one dominated. Jason really had very little interest in a vagina. First off, they smelled bad, and second, they were far more subtle about relaying the feelings of the owner. Sure it got wet, but that was not so easily seen, especially through clothing. Boys, however, their penises often betrayed their feelings, not letting them hide so easily. Even if they tried, all a man had to do to find out was cop a quick feel, test for a little protrusion, and many questions would be answered.

Mom and Jeffery's younger sister were so wrapped up with the discussion about her costume by the end of dinner, and he figured he could easily ease any suspicions by being proactive and washing all the dishes. He quickly saw the approval of his father, who nodded toward him and excused himself to go and do whatever he did in the office. Mom put a hand on his shoulder while he was standing in front of the sink.

"Thanks for doing this without asking," she squeezed his arm. "You're a good boy."

Both he and his mom went to Amanda's bedroom after, leaving Jason alone in the kitchen. Jason didn't stop until he was done with everything, including the pots and pans. Doing this kind of work to maintain his cover was a no-brainer. Yeah, they might think it a little strange he was more proactive with chores, but he knew it would go a long way to give him space when he needed it.

From the experience of being a kid himself, he always regretted not doing the chores required of him. Not necessarily because he got grounded or had things taken away, mainly it was because of the interruptions. He would forget to do something, and his mom would remind him at the most inopportune times. Usually not while he was masturbating or anything, but instead when he was involved in some science project. When his face was glued to the microscope, with a pair of tweezers in hand, or when he was at it with his chemistry set. Jason was a boy of many hobbies growing up.

Jason also wanted to be free of interruptions this evening, so he took a quick shower and brushed his teeth. While it was impossible for him not to get an erection while washing his privates since he'd already had one orgasm this afternoon, he didn't want to put another in between that and what he was planning. Knowing his mom would come looking, he informed her about the fulfillment of his personal hygiene, letting her smell his breath. He told her he was turning in early and headed to his room and locked the door.

Two minutes later, he was completely naked, ready to re-watch the video Kevin had given him on a thumb-drive. Jason masturbated casually this time, watching Justin give his spiel about sex. Justin was a damn sexy fourteen-year-old, that was for sure. Justin's lithe frame was still boyish in all the right ways, even though Jason preferred younger. The fact Justin's penis wasn't big scored major points. Boys with huge dicks were such a turn-off. Although Britney's body didn't hold much interest for him, Justin's excitement for it did. The way Justin reacted during sex was such a treasure. This boy really enjoyed all aspects of the carnal act, letting both the camera and his partner know in no uncertain terms how much he enjoyed the process.

Jason got past the point he remembered, where on camera Britney was fellating Justin. Seeing close-ups of the girl's tongue go at Justin's marginally teen-sized penis was enrapturing. More so when she pulled his foreskin over his glans so she could dig her tongue into the fold of skin and tickle his pee slit. Justin groaned audibly the entire time. Britney asked Justin to fuck her then, and as promised, he demonstrated how to put on a condom.

"Condoms are kind of a problem for younger boys, though. Or boys like me with a smaller penis. If your erection is under four inches, or it's really narrow, it's going to fall off." Justin frowned at the camera. "They don't really make them for little boys and they don't really need to when you think about it. If it falls off, odds are you aren't old enough to make sperm yet, which means you can fuck a girl without it because sperm is what makes a girl pregnant. If you're making some juice when you cum and your orgasms aren't dry anymore, it gets a little dicey. A lot depends on how clear it is, and unless you have a microscope handy, it's probably better to hold off as long as you can and not cum inside her vagina. Would you agree, Britney?"

"I don't want to get pregnant, so yeah," said Britney.

Justin could only fuck Britney for a little while with the condom on. It became obvious pretty quick it was getting stuck in her vagina, and he had to take it off. Justin didn't fuck Britney for too much longer after that, but what the camera captured gave a more than adequate representation of the process. In a way, Britney's pussy lips were like a miniature mouth sucking on Justin's shaft, following it's every contour.

Jason imagined it was a younger boy's bum-hole instead. That picture was much more enjoyable. Shame he didn't have the other videos in the series, because he remembered Justin mentioning he had sex with younger boys in a later episode.

Jason very much wanted to watch that video.

Jason forced himself to watch the rest of the episode with Britney, which didn't have much longer. All that was left was a little bum love, where Justin mounted Britney like she was a boy and fucked her up the ass. Jason had a much easier time tweaking the picture in his head for this one. Jason smeared his fingers with saliva and jerked his little penis like it was going out of style. Such a wonderful, sensitive and delicate little tool he had. A tool that was perfectly sized to do some of the more nasty things he was thinking of at the moment.

Perfectly sized, for instance, to fuck a small boy. Jeffery's penis should have no problems sliding into the behind of a cute little eight-year-old. Or perhaps even younger? Jason had dark thoughts then about bumming a boy as young as four. To a child that young, it would just be a game. A fun sexy game, and since he was a bigger boy and yet not scary like a man, Jason bet he could convince such a boy to give it a try. All he had to do was promise to be his friend for a while, and that would probably be enough.

Thoughts of fucking a boy as young as four while inhibiting Jeffery's twelve-year-old body sent him over the edge. The release of orgasm was exquisite, even though nothing came out this time. Guess Jeffery's immature balls could only make enough juice for one orgasm a day. Oh well. Being this young, dry orgasms still felt good.

The video on Jeffery's computer screen ended after Justin came while straddling Britney's stomach. Justin was masturbating, and Britney was helping, rubbing her finger across his pee slit, doing her best to coax his semen out. It didn't take too long for him to oblige, throwing back his head as four powerful ropes of spunk shoot out the tip of his boy dick. The first coated Britney's left boob; the second landed right in between. The third and fourth didn't make it as far; most of it pooling into her belly button. Britney helped squeeze the few remaining drops from the glans of Justin's penis, watching his face as she performed her services. Justin smiled down lovingly at her.

"I wouldn't mind having your baby Justin; you're such a great lover," said Britney.

"Thank you," Justin kept smiling at her.

Eventually he faced the camera however, not bothering to get off or tell Britney to stop fiddling with his penis. "Until next time, boys. Sorry to those gay ones out there, make sure to get your hands on the next installment by any means necessary. Plenty about sex we still have to learn!"

The picture went black then.

***

Friday played out about as smoothly as Thursday, excepting perhaps for the locker room in gym class. The moment Jason had been waiting for arrived quickly, and to say he was hot for it was an understatement. Watching all the boys Jeffery's age undressing made his dick hard in an instant. It got even harder when he realized he wasn't the only boy in the locker room with this problem. Furtive glances abounded, none daring to stare for long. Even straight boys got curious at some point or other, wanting to see how they compared.

The back of Jason's neck was itching like crazy as he peeled off his gym shorts. At the start of gym, he thought he'd play it safe and change quickly. That was the strategy of pretty much every other boy anyways, in haste to get out onto the field for soccer, the unit the teacher was covering at the moment. Jason couldn't keep his eyes off all the bare boy legs and boy arms for the entire class, running and colliding with each other for the ball, their shirts pulling upward every now and then to expose bare midriffs. During the first few minutes, Jason was sure he'd make a fool out of himself, tripping and falling. His body however seemed more sure, knowing how to move and where to go. Jeffery evidently spent time playing soccer before and had a physique that gave him a chance to do well. Jason knew right off the bat he wasn't playing to Jeffery's potential. The itching on the back of his neck told him so. Now back in the locker room, the itching was far worse, though not because he was sucking at soccer.

It was because rather, he was exposing his boner for the world to see. What the hell, Jason thought. Let's see who looked. Maybe he would get teased, but who really cared what seventh-graders thought? Besides, most of these boys seemed like the quiet type–good little Christians who were raised not to be bullies. The only kid Jason was worried about, a big black-haired kid named Paul, was already in the shower. Paul was the kid Jason had spied a few days before, with a penis at least twice the size of everyone else's. Paul was definitely a case that proved having a big dick made him a big dick.

Uninhibited and without even a towel, Jason walked boner first to the shower. Several other boy's heads turned as he walked past them. One gave a quiet snicker. The other blushed and turned away quickly. Jason stole a second glance back at the boy who blushed right before pulling his shower curtain closed. Sure enough, the shy boy's penis had elongated. Jason's timing was fortunate enough for him to notice the boy studying his little wood with a pang of worry before he had a chance to cover himself. The other boy next to the shy one watched as well, the one who snickered. Mr. snicker's penis had chubbed only a little, not becoming anywhere near as hard as Jason's or shy boy. Shame.

Jason worked his fingers hard against the back of his neck, trying to make the itching subside. This whole itching thing was really starting to bother him. It happened enough times now, and in specific times and situations, he was almost certain of its cause. Not something he could ignore for much longer. The only problem was, what on earth was he supposed to do about it?

For better or worse, Jason's boner had subsided in the shower, consumed by his dilemma. Didn't stop him from strolling nude and unabashed back to his locker, picking up the towel he intentionally left behind. Snicker boy was gone now, having elected not to take a shower. Paul was in a different row of lockers, and if he had caught sight of Jeffery as he walked by, he didn't seem to care. The only other boy left in the same row with him now was shy boy.

Had shy boy specifically waited for Jeffery to come out of the shower? The boy in question already had his underwear on and was slowly working up the buttons of his shirt. He wore a pair of glasses now, which definitely made him look geeky. His reddish-brown hair and numerous freckles added to his geekiness. Did the kid just sneak a peek at Jason's wiener? Jason shot a look the boy's way and the kid turned to hide his face as he worked on his buttons. At this angle however, Jason could clearly see his little erection tenting out the front of his tighty-whities.

Wow! This kid totally had the hots for him. Jason couldn't believe his luck. A gay boy in his gym class. And not just gay, but gay for him. Jason could not believe his luck. Now was not the time to ask for his name and phone number. That would scare him off too soon. Instead, he elected to give the boy a little smile as he pulled up his underwear slowly. It was hard to say whether or not shy with glasses caught it, as he was trying super hard not to look. He did look though, multiple quick glances as Jason put on his school uniform. He did it at a somewhat normal pace, not wanting to be too obvious; he knew glasses was watching him.

What a wonderful game this was, playing at the seduction of a young gay boy. How exquisite it was to have a body another boy desired. It was a feeling Jason had never once experienced in his own body. Nobody would look twice in the direction of the portly kid, so tubby that his flaccid penis often hid on the inside. The old Jason wouldn't have been caught dead in the locker room like this, or if forced, do a rapid change in a stall and get the heck out.

Jeffery's other classes today were Math and English. Pre-algebra was so far beneath his leve.l He completely zoned out, thinking about the shy freckled boy with glasses. His thoughts also drifted to Jun, the Asian kid he teamed up with in science lab. He wanted to take both those boys to bed. Right now! The itching on the back of his neck prevented him from getting an erection, however. So instead, he was forced to change gears and think again about how best to deal with this annoyance.

All these thoughts made Jason a total disaster for his tennis lesson after school. Again mom made him get changed in back, and not really caring if she saw him naked, he obliged. In fact, he sat naked for a bit longer, just to see if she noticed.

"Come on, get your shirt on!" She looked back at him through the mirror. "Don't need some pervert looking in the back of my car. Besides, we're almost there and we need to hurry."

Jason rolled his eyes and got his tennis outfit on, thrusting his bare hips out further than he needed to pull up his nylon shorts.

***

Ultimately, a mirror in the privacy of the bathroom seemed like the best forum for what needed to happen next. Jason stood there for some time, staring at himself. Seeing the twelve-year-old boy Jeffery looking back at him in the reflection. Jason tried to loosen his shoulders, let go of his muscles, and relax the body as much as possible. It reacted when he thought the commands, not any sooner and not any later. He waited minutes for the body in the reflection to move on its own, but there was nothing. Just his own forced blinking, or at the most, his body's automatic reactions taking over, just like his breathing.

"Listen," Jason started, keeping his voice low so nobody could hear, even if they were standing by the door. "I know you're in there, Jeffery. I can feel you in the back of my neck. I know you have been watching. I know you can see what I'm doing. Trying to fight me, back in the locker room. Fight to take your body back."

Jason felt it for sure. The itching. Not as bad as in the locker room, though. Guess Jeffery wasn't pissed enough at him yet.

"Yes," Jason scratched behind him. "I can feel you. I knew it was you. My name is Jason." He pointed to Jeffery's head. "I'm a scientist. There was… you can say… an accident. I was working on human teleportation if you can believe it. Maybe you heard about it on the news?"

Jason waited for an itch. Nothing. Guess not. Not surprising. Most twelve-year-old's probably didn't pay too much attention to science journals.

"Guess you're probably wondering right now, what the heck kind of scientist am I? Taking over your body," Jason flapped his arms. "Honestly, I'm just as surprised as you are that it worked. My accident left me… phased, you could say. My body wasn't entirely… anchored in this world. In fact… it was getting worse. I could see myself slipping, day by day. I was becoming more and more transparent. Before I entered your body, I was nearly gone. To where or what alternate reality, I have no idea. I didn't want to disappear."

Jason put on the best sympathetic expression he could. It looked adorable on Jeffery's face. It sent pangs through his heart. He hoped it had a similar effect on Jeffery's soul, wherever or however it currently resided within this body.

"I guess the next big question you wanted answered is: why you?"

Jason started swaying his hips then, slowly and sensually.

"Well, the answer's simple," Jason rubbed his arms and chest up and down with his fingertips, licking his tongue across the top of his lips. "I'm a pedophile, and I find you intensely attractive!"

That earned him a major shock to the back of his neck. So much that it solicited an involuntary groan from his lips, he loosed up again, in hopes the boy inside him could take back some control and say something. That didn't seem to be possible. Eventually, the itching subsided, and yet it lingered. Jason assumed it meant he had Jeffery's full attention.

"I don't know what you've heard about pedos," Jason shook his head. "Probably all bad things. It seems like every kid today is taught about us. About how we pray on young children and force them to have sex with us. And I can't deny, some pedophiles are like that. They don't care what children they abuse, as long as they get what they want."

"I'm not like that," Jason pointed to his chest. "I know I've done a few things that made you a bit… uncomfortable recently, and… I'm sorry about that. Before…" he held up his hands and looked at them. "This, I never touched a kid. Well… inappropriately, at least. You probably don't believe me, but it's true. In fact, you're going to laugh at this. I'm still a virgin. I've never had sex with either gender."

Jason swore he felt an odd kind of ticking on his neck. Not the powerful itching kind. Did that mean the boy was laughing? In these circumstances, he didn't mind one bit.

"I know you want to have sex, Jeffery," he said to himself in the mirror. "Every boy your age wants that! Well… so do I! More than anything! You liked what you saw on that video. You liked watching that boy Justin fuck that girl Britney."

As an answer, Jason felt a hardening within his pants. There it was, the boy's own sexual desire, manifested.

"I take it that means your straight, then? Or at least, the prospect of sticking your dick inside a girl's pussy turns you on. Well, that's very normal. Can't blame you for that. What about doing it with another boy, though? Ever thought about sucking a boy's penis, or having him suck yours?"

Jason waited, supposing it was a good sign his boyhood remained stiff.

"Ever thought about poking your boy dick inside another boy's bum-hole?"

Jason had a very hard time deciphering where his sexual desire ended and Jeffery's began. The itching on the back of his neck picked up again. Not a good sign.

"I know it's hard to believe, but I don't want to get you in trouble," said Jason. "I mean, think about it. If you get in trouble, I get in trouble. I have no idea how long we'll be stuck like this. I had no idea something like this was even possible. I know you're scared, and I am too. Hopefully, we can work together. If I can, I'll give you back control. Aaannnd… I'll just take a back-row seat. But."

Jason put his hands on his hips and gyrated them. "While I'm in control, I promise we'll have a good time! You're a damn sexy boy Jeffery. You're H. O. T. Hot! With this body, we can get both girls and boys. Yes, I like boys better, so you'll have to forgive me. But I promise to get a girl lined up, just in case you like that more, okay?"

Jason took the tickling instead of the itching as a positive answer.

"Brilliant! And I think I know the best lead to some girls is our friend Kevin."

Shame Jason had no real intention of going after a girl, but if Jeffery thought it might be on the horizon, maybe there would be a bit less hassle.

Chapter 6

Jason thought he would really have to work hard to convince Jeffery's parents to let him spend the night at Kevin's. As it turned out, they were keen on the idea. Jessica was out on a weekend trip with her boyfriend. Something mom didn't seem happy about, and evidently, both dad and his sister worked to convince her.

"I'm not having sex with Dan, mom; how many times do I have to tell you?" Jessica faced her mother, her boyfriend waiting outside the door.

"You better not be! Having you pregnant is the last thing this family needs right now," said mom.

"You're worried about nothing! We're going with a bunch of other friends. We aren't even going to be alone! It's just a concert, mom, and then we're crashing at Cindy's house. You know Cindy's mom. You think she would let us misbehave?"

It was clear Jessica had her. Hard to call out another parent that would let something like that slide. She waved Jessica off then, and they were gone.

Amanda was also going for a sleepover with her friend Katie. Mom seemed fine with that since they had been BFFs since kindergarten.

That just left Jeffery. When he said he wanted to go on a sleepover with Kevin, they were all for it. A night to themselves and no kids, that was a no-brainer.

Jason swung a ride to Kevin's house at the same time Mom was dropping off Amanda. Just after lunch. He had called beforehand, not on a cellphone, because Jeffry didn't have one. Kevin sounded elated; his friend would be coming earlier.

"JD!" his friend gave him a fist bump upon arrival. Jason remembered how to do it this time. "Hey, my brother and I were going to hang out at the pool for a bit this afternoon. Wanna come?"

"I didn't bring my swim trunks," Jason frowned.

"That's okay; I'm sure one of my older pairs would fit you," said Kevin.

Kevin led Jason to his bedroom. It was considerably messier than Jeffery's. Clothes scattered across the floor. Empty cans of soda on the desk. A few candy wrappers scattered on the floor. Sloppy boy. Wasn't sure if he would have been friends with a boy like this back in his old life. Kevin didn't seem like a bad kid however, aside from being pushy. Then Jason saw a poster of a girl wearing a string bikini standing next to the open door of an Aventador and he had to fight to keep his shoulders from dropping. That was not a good sign. So much for the possibility of Kevin being gay.

Well, maybe there was still a small chance, as Kevin was now holding a pair of speedos.

"Seriously," Jason looked down at them.

"Sorry, it's all I got," Kevin frowned. "Used to be on the Water Polo team a few years ago. I bet it still fits you."

Jason shrugged, shucking his shorts and underwear, standing in front of Kevin naked. He grabbed the pair of blue and red speedos from the boy's hands and tried his best to squirm into them quickly. It was a race to hide his boner from the boy across from him. A race he was sure he failed miserably. Kevin didn't seem phased by the sight however, although his eyes unquestioningly lingering on his crotch, even as Jason struggled to adjust his boner so it pressed up against his pubis and didn't tent outward too obviously.

"I'd say it fits just fine, like a glove," Kevin pushed on Jason's shoulder, still covered by a tee-shirt. "You'll probably want to put your shorts on over them until we get to the pool," the boy kept staring at his dick, watching as it very obviously throbbed inside its tight confines. "That is unless you really don't care if people see you that way."

Jason looked down at his small and throbbing appendage, bundled tightly in nylon. The back of his neck itched; Jeffery letting him know in no uncertain terms that would not be okay. Jason wouldn't have minded at all. Let them see. And if any of them were pedophiles, all the better. Poor guys probably didn't get to see anything like this in real life, so he would be doing them a big favor.

"Proud of you," Kevin pat his back. "Didn't think you'd have the guts to put those on! And don't feel bad about the boner," the boy snickered at Jason's worried expression. "I used to pop em' all the time wearing a speedo. They kinda make you feel sexy, don't they?"

"Yeah," Jason sighed, relieved.

"Don't get the wrong idea though. I don't swing that way. Cool?"

"Yeah cool," Jason nodded.

Not cool.

The pool was part of Kevin's community, which Jason noticed wasn't as nice as Jeffery's, even though it was gated. Wasn't bad though, and it was within walking distance of Kevin's house. This ended up providing an unexpected benefit.

Jason got to ogle Kevin's little brother as they walked.

The little boy's name was Ryan, and he was six years old. Ryan was cute in many ways Kevin wasn't. Kevin was stocky, Ryan was thin. Kevin's nose bulged, while Ryan's was upturned and pert. Ryan's ears were uncharacteristically large, made him look a bit like a clown. Still cute, however. Not as cute as eight-year-old Kyle, or as gorgeous as twelve-year-old Jeffery, but Ryan still had his charms. The smattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose, and his straight brown hair in a very cute bowl-cut.

The biggest plus was that he was bare-chested. That and his swim-trunks were the old-fashioned kind, which meant they didn't come down to his knees, like what most boys wore these days. It really baked Jason's cookie when he thought about it. Girls could wear these tiny little flaps of cloth, thongs essentially. Even the real little girls and no one seemed to care. Boys had to cover up for some reason. Like showing their body was some kind of offense. Like they didn't have the kind of curves worth revealing.

Well, Jason was about to prove them wrong with Jeffery's body today.

Even though Ryan didn't have on a speedo, Jason still got a pretty good idea of the shape of his little boy butt. A nice, tight, and firm little bubble. Hips so narrow Jason thought he could fit his twelve-year-old hands around them. Thighs no bigger than a man's arm. Feet a size four. Boys this little were just so damn cute. Jason certainly had a lower limit to his age of attraction, but this boy was a good sight above it. Helped a lot this boy had shed the majority of his baby-fat.

"Will you play with me once we're in the pool?" Ryan asked Jason about half-way.

"Don't be a pest," Kevin scolded his little brother.

"Sure, I'll play!" Jason answered. "He's not a pest."

"See! I'm not a pest!" Ryan stuck out his tongue at his big brother.

"Don't encourage him!" Kevin shook his head.

"Wouldn't dream of it," Jason snuck a smile and a wink at Ryan when Kevin wasn't looking.

Ryan giggled loudly, completely giving away Jason's insincerity.

"I'm going to get my revenge on both of you when we get to the pool!" Kevin growled.

***

Kevin did get his revenge, just like he promised. Almost as soon as they arrived, he pushed his little brother over the side of the pool, making him flail and hit the water shoulder first. Jason stood there in shock for a moment, worried Ryan wouldn't resurface. Little boys were like eels in the water however, and it was obvious Ryan was well acquainted with this particular pool.

"Come on! Get your clothes off!" Kevin yelled at him, stripping off his shirt. Already in his trunks, all he had to do was throw it onto a chair along with the towel he brought and then take off running. "Woo whoo," he shouted as he performed a cannon-ball close to where his little brother doggy-paddled.

Not having to be told twice, Jason shucked his tee-shirt and shorts, leaving him in his blue and red speedo, with the logo of Kevin's water-polo team spread across his butt. Shame there weren't any mirrors around, because he would have loved to study himself in this highly revealing swimwear before taking his plunge.

Soon, Jason promised himself. For now, however, it was time to play around with his friend and his cutey-pie little brother.

Jason got ample opportunity to grab Ryan in numerous places while the three horsed around. Ryan especially seemed to like being tossed by the two of them as they stood at the edge of the pool, swinging the little boy by his arms and legs. Ryan was so light, his body barely made a slap on the water, long as he and Kevin were careful not to send him in too flat. Ryan's second favorite was standing on one of their shoulders so either of them could launch him a good two or three feet in the air, giving the child a chance to tuck and dive. Kevin was much better at launching his little brother than Jason was, for two reasons. The first was Kevin had at least thirty pounds and five inches on him. The second was Jason was still unsure in this new body, adjusting to what his muscles could and could not do.

Lack of agility didn't stop Jason from using his hands to roam Ryan's body however, and at every opportunity. Once, he even managed to get his hands fully inside the little boy's swim-trunks from the bottom, cupping his tiny ass. Ryan was giggling too hard and coughing too much water to pay much notice. He probably thought it was just part of the game. Jason was also careful to do it when Kevin was swimming in the other direction, either leaving the pool or making a grab for some other kid's inner-tube or beach ball.

Being in a swimming pool with Kevin, Ryan, and at least four other boys somewhere between the ages of seven and twelve, was paradise. For nearly all his adult life, the swimming pool was a place he avoided like the plague. The views were far too tempting. They would drive Jason crazy with lust. Lust for little boys in their cute little swimsuits, bare chests and legs exposed. Boys not being careful as they got in and out of the pool, at times trunks sagging and revealing little butt-cracks. And other times, one trunk leg or other would ride up too high on a hairless thigh, bunching up between the legs, and reveal a hint of creamy white ass-cheek.

Jason's boy-dick was as hard as a nail. A condition making him elect to stay in the pool, and eventually start turning down Kevin when he egged him on so they could throw Ryan some more. What it didn't stop him from doing however, was rubbing it against Ryan every chance he got. The first two times were accidents. But the third, and then the fourth, and then the fifth? Jason was having a real hard time stopping himself. Ryan was laughing, crawling all over him, and it was so easy to just… grab hold of his little butt, and then press the boy's stomach into his crotch. Line up his penis with Ryan's tiny belly button. Push his pulsing boner against that wiggling and slick flesh, with only tight silicone of his speedo between himself and the hot little six-year-old. Ryan didn't seem to notice, so Jason didn't stop doing it.

It was around the dozenth time when Jason knew he pushed his luck too far. Not only was the back of his neck itching like crazy, but Ryan was looking at him funny. It happened while Jason had a hand clear down the back of Ryan's swim trunks, index finger awfully close to his little boy-hole. Jason's penis was lodged in between Ryan's legs. Ryan's own crotch was smashed against Jason's pubis. Jason's other hand supported Ryan's upper back, right in between his shoulder blades. That put their heads nearly on level with each other.

"Your pee pee is hard," Ryan whispered, the little boy's brown eyes staring into his.

Right about the time he said it, Jason noticed Ryan getting hard as well. It was impossible to miss, pressed against each other tight as they were. The sensation and the revelation of a six-year-old boner poking into him was nearly enough to make him orgasm, right there in the pool. Try as hard as he could, it was impossible for him to hold back a tiny little groan, and then a whimper. Jason decided to double-down then, hugging Ryan's tiny body even tighter.

"So is yours," Jason whispered into Ryan's ear. "It will be our little secret, okay?"

"Okay," Ryan nodded, bringing his head back around so their foreheads could touch.

Butterflies the size of bowling balls fluttered inside his stomach. Jason had an overwhelming urge to kiss the child. To push his tongue in between his red lips. To explore his baby teeth with the tip of his tongue, coaxing them to part so he could run it over the roof of his mouth, and then swirl it with Ryan's smaller tongue.

"Hey, quit perving on my brother!" Kevin yelled.

For several horrific seconds, Jason thought he had been discovered. Quick as he could, he pushed Ryan off him, earning a laugh as he playfully grabbed the bottoms of Ryan's little feet, twisting him so he would splash face-first into the water behind. Kevin was watching from the edge of the pool as he plotted where to jump into the water. Fortunately, Jason was a good way from the pool wall, and the surface of the water was likely too turbulent for big brother to spy his friend's molestation attempts on his little brother. Kevin took a running jump, trying to bomb them with a big splash. Ryan was already dog-paddling by the time Kevin resurfaced and could see what was happening.

"What are you two fools up to?" Kevin splashed some water at them.

"Nothin," Jason splashed back.

"You're face tells me otherwise!" Kevin splashed back harder. "Whatever."

Kevin and Jason seemed in silent agreement that pool-time was over. Ryan, being six, wanted to continue playing of course. Kevin told his brother if he ever wanted to come back again, he would get out now. Ryan pouted and met up with them as they hoisted themselves up the ladder. Jason made sure to adjust his boner so it was a little less obvious, though this tight speedo wasn't going to help much to hide it. Oh well.

Like in his bedroom, Kevin took a downward glance at Jason's crotch, but his eyes didn't linger. Jason tried to spy if Kevin had a boner, but his trunks were too baggy to get a good idea. Ryan might have had one, but if he did it was either real small, or it had subsided since their horsing around. Jason took a wider look around, seeing if any adults were watching. Most of the adults were women, moms of the kids in the pool most likely. There were a few men, but they had to be dads because they were in the pool with their kids.

Shame he had no one to shake his hot booty at. Kevin grabbed their pile of stuff and led them into the locker room. Jason followed, giving his friend a raised eyebrow as he headed for the shower.

"It's not like we have a change of clothes with us," he said.

"It's just to wash the chlorine off stupid," Kevin rolled his eyes. "I mean, you can get naked if you want, but I'm not. Not here."

Jason seriously considered following his friend's suggestion, but since there really wasn't anyone around who would enjoy the show, why bother? Well… there was Ryan, but he wasn't taking down his trunks either. Just in there doing what big brother said, rinsing off and being done with it as quickly as possible. Jason lamented Kevin's presence more than a little. Without him, maybe Jason would have had a shot at convincing Ryan to get naked with him for a nice long wash. But if big brother wasn't doing it, it was highly unlikely little brother would go out on a limb. Thoughts of seeing Ryan without his trunks kept his penis hard, even when he turned the water to cold to try and tame it.

Right there and then, Jason swore he'd find a way into Ryan's pants. It was about time he stopped denying his impulses. His deep and powerful yearning, due to years and years of pent-up and repressed desires. Time to stop letting worry and trepidation stand in the way of what he so desperately needed. Of course, his trepidation was entirely well-founded, given the consequences he would face if he acted on his desires, especially as an adult. Life in jail for the rape and molestation of a minor child pretty much put an end to any other of life's ambitions. Jason had chosen his science instead, because objectively speaking, was touching some child's body really worth sacrificing everything else? Except now here he was, not even in his own body anymore. Ultimately, Jason's decision had resulted in the exact opposite. Arguably, he had lost everything to science, so what else did he have to lose?

Sorry Jeffery, Jason thought without saying it aloud because it would have been really bad if he heard it. I'm taking what I want this time. Ryan. Jun. That nerdy boy with glasses in the locker room. I want them all!

***

Kevin's mom, who's name Jason eventually discovered was Samantha, ordered pizza for dinner. That seemed to be a pretty common theme for Saturday nights. A medium pepperoni for Ryan, and a meat-lovers for Kevin and his friend. The three of them played X-Box in the family room, Forza Horizon, Destiny, and Call of Duty. Jason hadn't played any of these games. Shooters especially hadn't been his thing–video games were something intensely frowned upon in Jason's parent's household. At age ten, he had begged and begged. At twelve, his parents finally caved in and bought him a Game Boy. Jason reveled in the hours of Zelda he got to play, some of the happiest memories of his childhood. The games now were so far beyond his experience as a child; he struggled to know where to start.

"I keep forgetting your parents don't let you play video games," Kevin shook his head as he watched Jason struggle. "This is so painful. I swear you got worse since the last time you were here. Don't even know how that's possible."

"Sorry," Jason said weakly.

"Yeah, you suck," Ryan teased.

"Hey, you don't get to tell my friend that!" Kevin leaned over and tickled his little brother in the stomach. "Only I get to say that!"

"Okaaaaayyy," Ryan howled between giggles.

"Isn't it getting close to shower and bedtime?" Kevin raised a brow.

"Oh come on, it's Saturday!" Ryan whined.

"You heard what mom said," said Kevin. "Nine-thirty bedtime. Well, it's almost nine now."

"Yeah, but she's not here!" Ryan stuck out his upper lip.

Evidently, it was a regular thing for Samantha to disappear every Saturday night, just after dinner. When Ryan wasn't listening, Kevin confided his mother was visiting an undisclosed boyfriend. Although she wouldn't tell Kevin his name, she admitted that was what she was doing, but not to tell Ryan. The official cover story was mahjong night with her girlfriends. Kevin called bullshit on that since her usual arrival time back home was one or two in the morning.

Jason was pretty sure Jeffery's parents would not approve if they knew. Well, he was certainly not about to tell. Oh, there was so much trouble two twelve-year-olds could get into on their own, especially with Jason in the driver's seat. However, Kevin seemed to have similar ideas.

"As soon as Ryan's in bed, I got something to show you," Kevin whispered once Ryan left his room for the shower.

Part of Jason lamented he wasn't a ghost at the moment and wouldn't get a chance to watch Ryan bathe. Not a big deal, he thought to himself, certain he would find a way into Ryan's pants soon. Maybe even tonight. Well, that depended on Kevin, of course.

What an enigma the boy sitting next to him was. They had switched back to Forza again, as Jason seemed to be a bit better at the race car game. Jason couldn't say he was overly attracted to Kevin. Seven out of ten on the sex appeal scale. Certainly not the ugliest boy he'd ever seen, but nowhere near the cutest. His stockiness was his biggest deficit, followed closely by his large nose. That and his Adams Apple stuck out too far, and his forehead was too square. And, and, and. He was a nice kid, though. Treated his little brother very well, probably because they lived in a single-parent home.

The enigma with Kevin was figuring out whether he was gay. More than once, Kevin gave him a strange look. Mostly, Jason worried Kevin was onto him somehow. This kid was smart in a street-savvy kind of way. Did the boy suspect he wasn't Jeffery anymore? That his real friend was now buried somewhere deep inside him, and no longer in the driver's seat of his own body?

Highly unlikely, Jason reflected.

More likely, Kevin was trying to judge Jeffery's sexuality. Had he noticed the shift? Maybe he had an opinion before and was now revising it based on what he saw today? Or was Kevin struggling with his own sexuality? Did a part of him find Jeffery attractive? Especially when he was walking around in that tight water polo speedo? Having very little real experience at this, Jason had no way of knowing. Guess he would have to wait and find out.

It turns out he didn't have to wait long. Kevin let Ryan play video games with them after his shower, right up until nine-thirty, then promptly ordered his little brother to go to bed.

"Let me smell your breath," Kevin demanded.

Ryan's pause was a dead giveaway.

"Go and brush your teeth!" Kevin yelled. "Then go to bed! Jeffery and I are going to hang out in my room. If I catch you listening by the door, you're dead! You hear?"

"Yes, I won't do it, okay?" Ryan frowned.

Kevin's expression changed from a responsible big brother to a mischievous twelve-year-old in an instant. Locking the door behind him first, Kevin walked to his desk to grab his laptop as he talked.

"Been dying to know what you thought about the video I gave you! I can tell it got to you; you've been acting all different. That shit makes you horny, doesn't it? It sure makes me horny as all fuck!"

"Yeah," Jason blushed. He didn't even have to fake it.

"Okay, tell me the part you liked the best," Kevin leveled his gaze at him. "Tell me what you were afraid to tell me at lunch on Thursday."

"Um… well," Jason itched the back of his neck. "I'm not really sure."

"You're not sure?" Kevin scrunched his face. "Seriously? There had to be one part you liked the best? Was it when Britney was sucking off Justin? Or was it when Justin was licking Britney's pussy? Or maybe you've graduated to your big-boy pants and enjoyed the fucking the most? I enjoyed the fucking the most." Kevin pointed to his chest. "I enjoyed it so much I'm hard as hell just thinking about it."

Jason looked down and the tent in Kevin's shorts was definitely noticeable. Very noticeable. Jason was certain that Kevin was bigger than him. Not exactly a challenge, Jason reflected.

"Well, if you're having trouble deciding, I've got some more video to show you."

Kevin sat down on his bed with his laptop on his thighs. The fact he had a boner was very evident as he had to place it away from his crotch and position his wrists so he wouldn't crush it as he typed in his password. Kevin made no effort to hide the multiple adjustments he had to make to the fabric, so his blood-filled boy-dick would be more comfortable as he worked.

"Don't know if you remember, but Justin mentions at the beginning of the first video that it is a four-part series. And I have it all," Kevin grinned mischievously at him. "A lot of it I couldn't watch, though. I had to skip it. Some of it really turns my stomach. My cousin tells me I need to keep an open mind, and I'm working on it, but damn. Some of that shit is really fucked up! Makes me wonder how Justin kept his boner."

"Like what?" Jason asked.

"I got you now!" Kevin snickered. "Honestly, I don't think you're ready to see all that stuff. Not everything, at least. I think it would really freak you out."

"Maybe," Jason shrugged. "Maybe not."

"Whoah? Who are you and what happened to Jeffery?" Kevin looked at him with raised brows. "Just playing with you, man!"

Kevin must have seen Jason's worry-stricken expression.

"Hell, maybe you'll end up liking some of that shit!" Kevin studied his face. "I would be worried about you, though. It's fucking perverted. And I mean seriously fucking perverted. Ugg, I'm going to lose my mind! We're just going to watch the parts I want to watch, okay?"

Jason nodded meekly.

It took only seconds for Kevin to find what he was looking for. It was near the beginning of the file named justins_guide_3.mp4". Kevin skipped past Justin's spoken introduction, another explanation and brief lesson on what the video contained, Jason assumed. Kevin was too impatient for that. He wanted to get to the action. Jason frowned, lamenting the missed opportunity to know the full contents of the video.

The action starred Justin again, big surprise, and a woman. An adult woman. Hmm. Actually, it was two adult women. No. Three. All ganging up on Justin. While there was certainly some allure watching these supermodels undressing the boy and planting kisses on his body, it wasn't exactly the kind of action Jason hoped for. Sure Justin looked like he was having fun reaching his hand down the front of these woman's dresses. Each woman made it easy for Justin to undress them, helping him lift their dresses off, unsnap their bras, and peel off their panties. Justin didn't have to lift a finger to take off his own clothes. The three ladies did it slowly, timing it so all four were naked at the same time.

"God, this is so hot; I got to pull it out!" Kevin breathed huskily. "You should get yours out too. I promise not to judge! Let's see what you've got!"

Shit, it was happening. It was actually happening. He was about to get naked and jack off with another boy. How many times had he fantasized about doing this with one of his childhood friends? Too many times to count! Only one time had he gotten close, and it ended in disaster.

Kevin put his laptop in between them on the bed and let it keep playing. He wasted no time then unbuttoning his shorts and pulling down his zipper. The state of Kevin's penis was even more obvious, with his undies being the only thing holding it back. Jason's eyes widened when he noticed a dark spot where his glans were. Kevin was leaking precum. Jason was hard as a rock then, although not from what was playing on the computer screen. Kevin squeezed his glans through his underwear, earning himself a groan. The dark spot got a little bigger.

"Come on, you too!" Kevin said, leaning back so he could pull his shorts off from under his butt. He also took the opportunity to bunch his shirt into his armpits, exposing his boy belly and nipples.

Jason didn't have to be told twice. Unlike Kevin, he pulled his tee-shirt off first, all the way. No sense in having that in the way. Then he unbuttoned his own shorts. Underneath, he still had the borrowed speedo on, so he went ahead and shucked it, letting his three-and-one-eighth inch boy-toy spring out from its confines. Not to be shown up, Kevin pulled down his boxer-briefs, exposing his own boy boner. It had to be over four inches [10cm], maybe even four-and-a-half. It was also considerably thicker than Jason's, maybe about two of his fingers put together. Kevin knew Jason was starting at it but didn't seem too upset. At least for the time being.

"Don't feel bad that yours is smaller," Kevin said, wrapping his hand around his dick and squeezing. "Remember what Justin said. Dicks come in all sizes. I bet somewhere out there is a boy way older than you with a dick even smaller. Yours isn't even that small, actually. Not big enough for a condom yet, but I bet you'll grow into one soon!"

"I guess," Jason answered without taking his eyes off Kevin's dick.

Although the video continued, Jason's eyes were glued to Kevin's dick, watching the twelve-year-old masturbate. The boy had a small patch of pubic hair just above the base of his penis. A clear sign his orgasms were wet. Jason was surprised Kevin's voice hadn't changed yet. Would probably happen any day now. Or maybe in a month or two.

"Hey man, eyes over here!" Kevin snapped and pointed at the screen. "We're almost at the best part. I can't believe Justin fucks all three of these girls. I mean, how lucky can you get? A fourteen-year-old, getting to have sex with three supermodel chicks at the same time. Fucking paradise, man!"

Kevin fisted his boy-dick hard as he watched the video. As it progressed, he alternated between a full hand grab and two fingers and a thumb. Kevin also likes to rub over the helmet of his glans from time to time. Jason masturbated as well, performing the same motions Kevin did.

God, he wanted to flip on his stomach, crawl next to Kevin's crotch, push his hand out of the way, and take his friend's penis into his mouth. Jason was intensely curious what Kevin's precum tasted like.

Jason was so enraptured with the show Kevin was giving right next to him, he didn't notice what should have been super obvious right away. It took Kevin yelling for him to register.

"Damnit, I can't get off with you perving on my crotch like this!" Kevin swore. "Shit!"

Jason had completely failed to notice Kevin's penis had deflated to less than half its original size. Kevin swore again, reaching for his underwear bunched down at his knees and pulling it up.

"I can't fucking believe it; my friend is gay!" Kevin pushed his shirt back down to cover his stomach. "My fucking best friend is fucking perving on me!"

"I'm… not gay for you," Jason stammered. Not a complete lie, but if he were honest, he would settle for Kevin with little issue.

"Yes, you fucking are! Look!" Kevin pointed at his dick, which was still hard. "Your dick doesn't lie!"

"I'm…" Jason swallowed. The back of his neck itched so much he thought he felt faint. Ultimately, it was that feeling which caused him to lose his erection.

"Fucking fuck fuck fuck!" Kevin pulled up his shorts and zipped them. "I know my cousin told me this could happen, but Jesus. This isn't fair!"

"Your cousin told you?" said Jason, confused.

"That you might be gay, and if you were, I should accept it."

"Oh," Jason swallowed.

Accept it. Please accept it!

"I can't accept this!" Kevin grit his teeth. "Fagots are disgusting! The fact you got the hots for me makes my skin crawl! Get out of my room!"

Kevin stood up from his bed, not reaching for the speedos, but the pair of underwear Jason had left on the floor before they went to the pool.

"Here," Kevin threw his underwear over his crotch. "Put these on."

"We're supposed to be having a sleepover," Jason's lower lip quivered.

Jason didn't have to fake the tears that followed. This was the most horrific form of betrayal. The worst kind of rejection. Kevin may not have been Jason's best friend, but he was Jeffery's, and he had ruined it.

Jason felt like gathering every part of himself that was himself and casting it into a portal that led to oblivion. Jason willed it to happen, begged whatever power he had that allowed him to possess this boy, and be gone from him forever. He closed his eyes, hoping that would help expedite the process.

It didn't make one bit of difference.

"I don't care about the god damn sleepover, now put your fucking clothes on!" Kevin yelled.

"Where… am I supposed to go then?" Jason said between sobs. "My parents are expecting me to stay."

"I don't fucking care!" Kevin threw open the door the moment Jason had his underwear back on. "Just as long as it's not in my room!"

Jason was ejected from Kevin's bedroom then, his tee-shirt and shorts following right behind. Kevin slammed the door in his face before he could say anything, leaving him alone in the empty hallway.

***

Jason wasn't sure how long he spent crying in the small hallway. Thirty minutes? An hour? He hadn't bothered to put his shirt and shorts back on either and was still in his tighty-whities. For the first few minutes, he thought Kevin would come out, either to apologize or yell at him some more. Instead, he turned on loud music in his room, something techno, probably to drown out Jason's whimpers and sniffles.

Jason wasn't really crying for himself; mainly it was for Jeffery. It was never his plan to ruin his relationship with his friend, at least not intentionally. Yet… something like this was bound to happen at some point. Jason's need… his yearning… was so incredibly strong. Being in this body, it was like an aphrodisiac. He felt alive more now than ever before, especially in the bedroom behind him, watching a real-live boy jack off in front of him for the first time in his existence. Back in that room, he felt more in those brief ten minutes than he felt for ten hours in his lab back at university. Sure he was passionate about his work. Proud of his accomplishments. But… look where it had gotten him. If this wasn't the universe telling him to fuck all the consequences and just go for it, he didn't know what the message was.

Jason wasn't Jeffery; he was something larger now. Something the world had never seen. While he didn't want to wreck this boy's life just to satisfy his own selfish desires, what kind of trouble exactly would he get into? All sorts of trouble for Jeffery, possibly. But for Jason? If there was a way into a body, there was a way out.

Jason was beyond consequences now.

Jeffery was a resilient boy, Jason told himself. Besides, people were generally more forgiving of those who were beautiful. Especially cute young children. Who was going to believe Jason was a Pedophile in this body? Insatiably curious and misguided, maybe? Precocious. Worst case scenario, they'd think Jeffery was molested when he was younger and was only acting out the horror that was visited on him. A victim of previous circumstances, because why else would a twelve-year-old behave this way?

Mind made up, he left the remainder of his clothing on the floor, near the proximity of Kevin's door. It's not like he would need them anyway what he was planning on.

Jason's destination wasn't far. In fact, it was just at the beginning of the hall, maybe six or seven feet from where he'd sat. Kevin's house was only a three-bedroom affair, on a single story. The master bedroom was in the back, Kevin's room on the right, just ahead of it, and on the other side, a bathroom and a smaller bedroom. Ryan's bedroom.

Ryan had been in and out of Jason's mind ever since he laid eyes on the boy. Center stage when he was present, especially at the pool, and doing a superb job keeping the spotlight into the evening as they ate dinner and played video games. Even while he was in Kevin's bedroom, his thoughts fluttered to Ryan, wondering what the cute little six-year-old looked like asleep in his bed.

Now was the time to keep that promise to himself. In a way, Kevin had sanctioned this by telling Jason he could sleep anywhere, just as long as it wasn't in his bedroom. It probably didn't even cross his mind what Jason was about to do.

Growing up, Jason had been presented with a similar opportunity. He was sixteen years old back then. Sixteen and desperate. Desperate and out of his mind to have sex with a little boy, any way he could think of. Jason honestly didn't know how he survived that time in his life, that age when horniness constantly overrode better judgment. So pissed that all straight kids had to do was land a girlfriend, or gay kids a boyfriend. How exactly was a sixteen-year-old Pedophile supposed to land a sex partner? It was much easier at that age, Jason reflected. Parents trusted teenage boys with children more than adult men. They thought they understood the teen because they knew the parents.

How utterly mistaken and stupid they were.

It also probably helped that when Jason was sixteen, he was already in college. A junior in undergraduate school, none-the-less. Which meant his friends were college juniors, most of them twenty or older. Nowhere close to his age-of-attraction, which was probably a good thing since he lived in the dorms with them. That was probably the single largest salvation from his impulses, severely limiting his proximity to young boys. Limiting was the keyword there, because as it turned out, his junior-year roommate had a nine-year-old brother.

Jon was his roommate's name, and his little brother was named Cody. On the cuteness scale, Cody was right up there with Kyle. Cropped brown hair, face round but not too round. Perfectly sized ears and nose. Thin but not too bony. Bubbly personality, without being a pest. Overall, a very sweet and kind little boy. Cody made Jason's heart flutter every time his parents brought him to visit his big brother, which was fairly frequent since they lived in town, not far away. Jon's parents were wonderful people, so generous and caring. In many ways, Jason felt more welcome with them than he did with his own parents. Surprise visits usually meant salvation from the dorm food and dinners at nice restaurants. At first, Jason thought maybe they were so nice because of his status at school. Let's take the genus kid out for a fancy dinner, and maybe he'll remember and pull a favor for our son sometimes. Maybe he'll help our son ace his tests, get into grad-school maybe, or at the least be an invaluable connection. Jon's parents had wanted none of those things. They were just nice; so unlike his own parents. Nice enough to let him chill at their house on long weekends or other times when Jason had no desire to go back home.

Nice, and also trusting. And why shouldn't they trust him? After all, what could possibly happen if they left Cody alone with him for a night? And what did it matter if Jon was busy on campus, working late with his classmates on a lab due the next day? Jason was totally fine babysitting Cody. He didn't even demand money, because why did he need it when he was on full scholarship?

What none of them knew of course, was that Jason was head-over-heels in lust for Cody.

Jason was far too afraid to make any overt moves on the boy. They spent the evening playing a few video games, but mainly they stuck to chess. Cody was a geek that way, and Jason loved him for it. Jason won every time, but Cody was a real trooper, swearing he would beat him someday. Jason's penis prevented that day from ever coming.

Jason had decided to take the stealth approach of getting what he wanted. Wait until the boy was asleep, and then see how far he could get. A common approach many pedophiles took, at least from what he'd read online. According to everything Jason had read, most boys usually slept like the dead, and hardly anything could wake them. Pull down their pants and underwear. Take hold of their little penis. In their dreams, they would probably think they were flying.

Cody woke up before Jason could even untie the knot holding up his pajama bottoms. All he'd managed to do before that was hiking up his top a little, exposing his belly.

"What are you doing?" Cody had asked him.

"Umm…" Jason had sputtered. "Well, you know. I just thought. You're getting older now. So that means your parents are going to make you change in the locker room. Have you ever changed in the locker room? You know, been… naked?"

"Sometimes," Cody blinked at him, looking him straight in the eye.

"How did… it make you feel?"

"I didn't like it," Cody admitted.

"Because you were embarrassed?" Jason had said.

"Uh, huh," Cody nodded.

"Well… you shouldn't be embarrassed," Jason spoke real quiet. "Because you have nothing to be embarrassed about. That's umm… kind of why I'm in here. I want to help you… not feel embarrassed. And I think the best way to do that is… if you… pulled down your pants and underwear in front of me. Would you… do that?"

It was Jason's dick speaking then, not his brain. He regretted saying the words the moment they left his mouth. What exactly did he think the answer would be? Sure, I'll show you my pee-pee. I'll even let you suck it. That would be fun! That was what Jason wanted Cody to say. What he needed and prayed for his nine-year-old boy crush to say. Alas, that dream was about as far from what happened as possible.

"I don't want to," Cody shook his head.

Jason had tried asking Cody in several other ways, but ultimately, he couldn't force himself on the boy. Cody clearly didn't want any part of this. The boy was obviously overcome with fear. Fear of being discovered. Fear this was wrong–fear, and a deep embarrassment he couldn't overcome. Lastly, and Jason remembered seeing it on the boy's face as plain as day, there was confusion. Confusion why Jason would want this in the first place.

Whatever the reasons, Jason had blown it. Any chances of getting into bed with Cody were flushed down the toilet. So was their friendship. The next few times Jason came over, Cody was withdrawn and didn't seem to want anything to do with him. The only fortunate thing Jason supposed was Cody must never have told anyone about their late-night foible. He didn't even think the boy told his big brother about it, which maybe was a testament to how strong their relationship had been.

Now Jason was again in front of Ryan's bedroom door. About to try again what he failed at so miserably with Cody. Except for this time, he was thirty years old and change. Oh, and let's not forget he was now in the body of a drop-dead-gorgeous twelve-year-old. Far less intimidating and yucky than a fat sixteen-year-old.

This time, Jason was not going to fail. He was going to take what had been denied him his entire life, to the point of sacrificing even his own body. Jason figured he'd sacrificed more than any human alive if you could call whatever his existence was right now alive. Sacrificed himself to science, and all for the hope of helping others. Well, now was the time to help himself for once.

Jason turned the handle on six-year-old Ryan's door and went inside.

Chapter 7

Ryan was asleep in his single bed with half his covers kicked off. A little night-light plugged into a nearby socket provided just enough light for Jason to get a sense of the room. As this was his first time being in it, he took a few minutes to look around as he closed the door behind him, as slow and quiet as he could. Ryan's name was spelled out in big colorful hanging letters on the long wall against the side of his bed. Looked like something mom had bought, rather than being made by Ryan himself. Other of Ryan's drawings were on the wall, however. Dinosaurs and other animals, wolves and foxes interestingly. In a way, Ryan kind of looked like a fox himself. A wiry, cute little fox with his reddish-brown hair and big ears. There the similarity ended however because his features were a little too rounded to be foxlike. Cute as a button however, highlighted as he was in the low light.

Ryan's comforter was pushed down to his legs, though his bedsheets covered most of his body. Jason was bummed his top was long-sleeved, leaving practically no skin visible, other than his hands, neck, and face. A situation he would be fixing as soon as possible. Jason approached very slow, not making a whisper as his bare feet padded across the carpet.

Jason was at an impasse. How far should he go whilst trying to prevent the boy from waking? What would Ryan's reaction be waking up in some state of undress? Whatever story Jason invented would become more and more precarious the further he got.

Ultimately, the decision was made for him. Ryan shifted in his bed and then must have sensed someone was in the room with him. The little boy opened his eyes and landed on Jason standing over him. While he had yet to make any moves, it was obvious Jason must have had plans, even if Ryan couldn't fathom what they were.

Jason cursed his luck for the second time. Whoever said little boys were sound sleepers was woefully misinformed. Seemed to Jason like young children had a sixth sense when it came to danger, knowing when someone close by was up to no good.

It seems like the only chance he had now was seduction, manipulation and deception. Not exactly skills he worked to acquire as a scientist. Though maybe more than he thought on the later two whilst tying to get funding for his research.

Ryan scanned Jason up and down before asking, "What are you doing?"

Jason looked down at himself, easily showing embarrassment for being there only in his underwear.

"Umm, well," he stammered, trying his best to act non-threatening. "Kevin and I had an argument."

Throwing in a bit of truth always helped.

"You did?" Ryan asked. "What about?"

"Well, this is really embarrassing," Jason rubbed the back of his neck. "But um, I guess I have nothing else to lose. Kevin found out I was gay."

"Gay," Ryan sat up in his bed, fully awake now. "You mean like… you like… boys?"

"I'm surprised you know that," Jason nodded. "Six-year-olds must be really smart nowadays. Smarter than I was!"

"I don't get it though," Ryan crossed his legs under the sheets. "Why is Kevin mad at you for that?"

"Because I was… looking at his penis, and he didn't like it," Jason explained.

Ryan's eyes bugged out at Jason's mention of the word 'penis.' The little boy seemed to deliberate on this for some time before asking his next question. "Why were you… looking at his…" Ryan struggled to say the last word.

It was so cute watching Ryan's embarrassment evolve. Jason could clearly see this was at the limit of the boy's understanding, and if there was to be any kind of success here, his next words would be crucial.

"Pee pee?" Jason finished for the boy, watching him flush. "Well, if I'm going to tell you more, you have to swear to keep it a secret. You can't tell any adult. If you do, Kevin and I could both get into a lot of trouble. Maybe even go to jail."

Jason heard Ryan swallow and saw a shiver go down his body. He gathered his bedsheets around himself even tighter.

"I swear I won't tell anyone," Ryan shook his head.

"Pinky swear?" Jason held his up.

Ryan took it and curled his own pinky around his without a second thought. "Pinky swear."

"I knew I made the right choice to come in here," Jason smiled down at the boy. "I knew you'd listen and maybe be a little more understanding than your brother."

Ryan nodded his head slowly, obviously unsure of this agreement.

"Kevin and I…" Jason continued the story. "We were looking at porn. Boys our age start looking at it because we're curious. Curious about sex."

Jason watched the boy on the bed carefully, observing his reactions as he told him. Was it his imagination, or had Ryan just pushed some of his bedcovers into his crotch? Was this little boy getting hard already? Jason knows he was. Stiff as a nail. If Ryan had bothered to look down, his condition would have been readily apparent. Jason was tempted to look down at himself but thought it best to wait a while longer before drawing attention to that part of his body too soon.

"The video we were watching was about this boy," said Jason. "He was older than us, maybe fourteen, and in it, he was having sex with three girls. Well… more like a woman, really. They were definitely older than eighteen."

Ryan sat rapt and unmoving as Jason went on.

"Kevin was really getting into it," he said. "I mean like… really into it. Boys our age… they start to get… horny. Do you know what that word means?"

Ryan shook his head, although he must have had some idea, because it looked like he was blushing. Could have just been the shadows in the room playing tricks on him, however.

"For boys, horny means when your penis gets hard," Jason explained. "Like how mine was in the pool, remember?"

Ryan remembered, nodding his head without losing eye contact.

"And when your penis gets hard, it makes you want to do things," said Jason. "Sex things. You've watched TV; you know what some of that means."

Ryan squirmed even more in his bed. Now the palms of his hands occasionally pushing into his midsection. Whoever thought six-year-olds couldn't get horny had a thing to learn from Ryan.

"It's okay if a lot of that confuses you," Jason lowered his voice. "It confused me as well, and I really didn't get what all the fuss was about until recently."

"What do you mean?" Ryan's voice was equally low, practically a whisper.

"It means I never really got it because all there ever is on TV are adults having sex," Jason whispered. "And it's always men and woman. I never really found that exciting. I still don't. But what Kevin showed me… with that boy in the video. A few days ago, he gave me one to watch with that same boy; his name is Justin. And in the video, he had full-on sex with a girl his own age. It's so different watching fourteen-year-olds having sex, rather than old people!"

Ryan sat there, wide-eyed. If their positions were reversed, Jason couldn't have imagined his reaction being different.

"Honestly, though," Jason frowned. "Boy-girl doesn't really do it for me. Vaginas are kinda… gross, you know?"

Ryan nodded his head slowly, impossible for Jason to tell what his real opinion was, if he even had one. Six was really too young for one to know such things anyway. Still didn't stop a child from being curious, however, and Ryan was obviously very curious.

Careful, Jason thought to himself. Could score a homerun here–just a few more steps.

"But… um…." Jason decided to get a little closer, sitting on Ryan's bed and placing a knee against the boy's thigh.

Slow and steady, he told himself–minimal contact at first. Just touching through bedsheets and pajamas. Nothing more.

"Boy-boy?" Jason whispered. "That makes me feel really different. When… um… Kevin and I were watching Justin and those women, and Kevin was getting so into it, I was… getting so into Kevin."

Ryan was obviously confused, so Jason kept going. Time for a bit of graphic description to help the little boy picture the scene better.

"While Kevin was watching Justin undressing and getting undressed by girls, I was watching Kevin unbutton his shorts," Jason adjusted himself ever so slightly, pressing more of his leg into Ryan's. "While Kevin was telling me how badly he wanted to be the one taking those girls dresses off, unclipping their bras, and peeling off their panties, I was thinking how much I wanted to be the one unbuttoning his shorts and pulling down his underwear."

"Why?" Ryan gulped.

"I told you," said Jason, placing a hand ever so gently on Ryan's knee. "Because I'm gay. And I like boys that way."

The boy didn't budge, which was a good sign.

"Kevin doesn't, though, so it's kind of a problem," said Jason. "While Kevin had um… pulled down his shorts and undies so he could masturbate, that's what boys do when they are watching something that makes them super horny; I couldn't keep my eyes off his penis. I wanted to touch it so sooo bad. More than anything I've ever wanted in my entire life! Kevin noticed the way I was looking at it, though, and it made him really mad. He said…" Jason started to sniffle. "He said he never wanted to be my friend again."

"Just because… you wanted to touch his pee-pee?" A small tear also gathered in Ryan's eye, an obvious and natural reaction to Jason's torment.

"Yeah," Jason sniffled, juicing the tear factory for all it was worth.

"Why… is that so bad?" Asked Ryan.

The golden question.

At that moment, Jason knew he had this boy. Ryan didn't have the same homophobic hang-ups his brother did. Wherever Kevin got them from, Ryan seemed to be spared of these same preconceptions. Maybe it was due to his youth. Maybe it was just a matter of not being exposed to whatever it was that Kevin was. Or maybe it was a simple difference in personality, and Ryan was simply more open-minded. There was no way of knowing. At that moment, there was only one thing he could be sure of. This was his green light, and he wasn't about to for one second fail to drive through the intersection. Who knows when an opportunity like this would come again?

It was time to make his deepest and most perverted dreams come true.

"It's not!" Jason tried to keep his voice low, but with his blood burning so hot with desire for the boy next to him, it was near impossible. "At least… I don't think it is. I just… can't help myself."

Jason brought up his other hand and started rubbing Ryan's back, staying over his pajama top, for the time being. He scoots closer until his thigh was fully matched with Ryan's. He looked in his own lap, down at his underwear covered crotch. Jason's erection was obvious in his tighty-whities, and Ryan noticed Jason staring down at it. Jason was so horny there was a little dark spot, right where the head of his penis strained against the fabric. Both boys watched curiously as it throbbed with his heart-beat, twitching every now and then.

"See how hard mine is?" Jason leaned backward, making his erection in his undies even more obvious. "Want to know what it means?"

"What?" Ryan didn't take his eyes away from Jason's crotch.

"It means… I like you," Jason continued rubbing Ryan's back through his pajamas, also moving his other hand a little, up and down his cloth-covered leg. "In that way."

"Me?" Ryan asked, looking at him strangely. "But, I'm just little."

"I like little."

Jason took the next bold step, taking his hand all the way down Ryan's back to where his top ended. The flesh underneath was so tender. So soft. Baby soft, because this boy was only six after all. It was also warm, however, and bumps of his spine running up his lower back were so small. So precious. Jason tickled them with the tips of his fingers, making the little boy squirm. For a frightful second, he thought Ryan would scoot away, then possibly get off the bed altogether. Ryan calmed down after a minute, seeming, in the end, to grow accustomed to Jason's ministrations.

"But… I don't know anything about sex," Ryan whispered.

"Can I tell you a secret?" Jason asked, continuing to rub Ryan's bare back through his pajama top, going over the top of his shoulders and near his armpits, making the boy squirm even more. "This is my first time ever with a boy."

"So, how do you know what to do then?" Ryan asked.

"I read a lot," Jason shrugged. "You wouldn't believe some of the stories you can find on the internet."

"Oh," said Ryan, his muscles noticeably relaxing.

Jason took it as a sign to continue. Doing what he wanted to do from the very beginning, he pulled back Ryan's bedsheets, exposing his pajama-covered little body. Dogs were printed on a light blue fabric. The cotton clung to his form, which gave the impression they were a bit small. Either that or the boy was sweating a bit. Whatever it was, it didn't bother Jason in the slightest and only served to make his penis more erect. It was so hard now he feared it might snap off.

"Is it alright if I take off your pajamas?" Jason asked. "I really want to see you naked."

"I'm not… I'm not sure," The boy shook like a leaf.

"There is nothing to be afraid of," Jason rubbed Ryan some more. "Look. I'm almost naked myself! Would it help if I took my undies off first?"

Ryan gave a nod that was almost imperceptible.

Pulling his briefs away from his straining erection never felt so good. Both boys stared at Jason's throbbing little penis with high intensity. Jason was careful not to touch it for fear of having a premature orgasm. He knew he could get off in under a minute with just Ryan watching. While that would be hot, there was so much more he wanted to do first while his white-hot desire raged.

"Can I see yours now?" Jason asked.

Ryan was blushing, unable to respond.

"Are you embarrassed because yours is hard too, like mine is?"

Another barely perceptible nod.

"That's okay," Jason squeezed his arm. "All it means is we're both ready to have fun!"

Jason waited patiently, knowing slow and steady won the race. Steady was the key point here; otherwise, the child would become skittish and fearful. Slow was also necessary; otherwise, discomfort would rule. And fear again. Always that intense fear to run away. Fear that what they were doing was wrong and should be avoided at all costs. Jason could see Ryan's fear, in his movements and in his reactions. Fear so similar to Cody's, putting the breaks on absolutely everything. Unlike Cody, Ryan's eyes belayed an insatiable curiosity, along with other feelings Jason struggled to quantify in a six-year-old.

Did this boy possibly have feelings for him? Or Jeffery, rather? Well, there was only one way to find out.

Jason started with the little boy's pajama top, keeping their faces close as he worked the cloth up his chest, exposing his tiny nipples. Jason worked to keep his gaze reassuring with a hint of mischievousness. Jason thought then that a big part of this boy must like being bad. That he wanted to be naughty, probably because his brother was so strict with him. Hard to say what mom was like, given his limited observations. But she seemed like a laid-back kind of woman, completely unlike Jeffery's mother.

"Alright if I take this off?" Jason asked softly, not breaking eye contact.

Ryan's nod was more visible this time. Time for them to be bad boys together.

Jason nudged Ryan to raise his arms, and the boy complied. Jason shucked the shirt, letting his palms rub across the boy's delicate little arms. Such brilliant creamy-white flesh. Goosebumps spread across those arms now that they were exposed to air, laid bare for Jason's hungry eyes to ravish. Jason let the tips of his fingers glide across those arms, feeling across the peach-fuzz and the goosebumps. Soft and downy skin like this was such a treasure. He felt like he could rub it for hours and hours and never get tired of it. He had more pressing demands at the moment, however. His dick demanded he take the next steps and take them now.

"And these?" asked Jason, slipping his fingers into the waistband of the little boy's pajama bottoms.

Jason took the boy's silence as answer enough. That, and the fact the boy was staring at his own crotch. The little boy obviously had an erection. Fabulous. To help prolong the boy's mood, Jason ran his hands up and down his legs, massaging his upper thighs. The little boy squirmed because that's what little boys did when they were touched. Ryan squirmed, but eventually, he settled as he got used to it. Jason was also careful not to touch the boy's penis. Not yet.

Slow and steady.

Now it was time to start tugging on the little boy's drawstrings. They were tied in a neat little bow, keeping the bottoms from straying downward. That was the journey they had to take now, and Jason was going to make sure these pajama bottoms got to his intended destination. Jason started with the back first, getting them over the six-year-old's tiny bubble butt. The boy helped a little by straightening his legs and letting them dangle over the bed. Helped again by leaning back and pushing back against the bed with the palms of his hands. Soon Ryan's bottoms were bunched at his feet. Jason helped the little boy take them off the rest of the way. Now the only piece of clothing left on the boy was his underwear.

Ryan wore the cutest set of little briefs, covered with pictures of dinosaurs. Looking carefully at his front, Jason couldn't stop himself from letting out a giggle.

"What?" Ryan frowned, closing his legs in embarrassment.

"Don't worry," Jason squeezed the boy's kneecap. "It's not you I'm laughing at. It's just… look."

Jason pointed to where Ryan's penis pushed out his underwear.

"It's sticking right where the mouth of the T-Rex is!"

Ryan looked down at himself, horror-stricken for several long moments. Then he looked up and saw the big smile on Jason's face.

"You're really cute," said Jason. "You know that?"

Jason got up on the bed on all fours. Being as small as he was himself, it was remarkably easy. Easy to crawl over the boy, spread his knees around the boy's waist and scoot himself until their penises touched. Although it wasn't skin against skin, skin against tented dino-undies was nearly just as good. So good that his penis leaked a little, right onto the T-Rex.

"You're really sexy, you know?" Jason grinned down at the little boy. "Especially when your pee-pee is hard. How does it feel when I rub it with mine?"

"It's… um…" Ryan looked down at his crotch, unable to answer.

"I'm going to take these off now," Jason hooked his fingers inside the little boy's underwear.

This time Ryan didn't need to raise his hips. As leaned back as he was, it was easy to slide the elastic around his little twin globes. Pulling down the front was more of a challenge. Ryan's penis was bigger than it looked. Jason was unable to stop himself from gasping as he released it out into the open. His six-year-olds penis was almost as big as his was. It was too much for him to believe at first, so once he had the boy's undies half-way down his thighs, he brought his own dick back down, holding them together so he could compare them.

"Holy cow Ryan!" Jason exclaimed. "Your dick is almost as big as mine! I can't believe it!"

Not only was the six-year-old's dick almost as long as his twelve-year-old version, but it was also as wide. Nope. It was wider. Jason could see it clearly as he squeezed his tube into Ryan's. While his own was about the width of his thumb, Ryan's was unquestionably thicker. In length, the boy was two-and-three-quarters inches [5cm], he supposed. A highly respectable size for a boy so young. Jason felt the same pang of jealousy he suspected any boy would feel in a similar situation. There was no question in his mind that when this boy was twelve, his dick would be substantially larger than his, maybe even larger than Kevin's was at the moment.

No wonder this kid was acting horny; he had the dick of a boy at least four years older. It made him wonder if dick-size and horniness went hand-in-hand. No, he told himself, rubbing his thumb and two fingers up and down both his and Ryan's boy-dick at the same time. Jason's was firmer than Ryan's by far. A lot firmer. Hard enough to chip stone, he figured. Or do other things….

"Yours is bigger," Ryan remained where he was, unmoving.

Watching as Jason masturbated them both with their little and hairless dicks pressed together. Jason was completely flabbergasted Ryan was letting him do this, and with so little resistance. The little boy was watching Jason's hand motions intensely, as if trying real hard to burn every movement into his memory.

"Not by much!" Jason shook his head, "And I'm six years older! Twice as old as you!"

Ryan looked up at him and smirked. What a bad little boy. Jason was in lust. He made up his mind right then. He was going all the way with this boy tonight. All the fucking way.

"So this is what gay boys do?" Ryan asked as Jason delighted in rotating his penis around Ryan's, poking and prodding Ryan's stubby shaft with his glans. After that, he clasped Ryan, then pulled his foreskin down. It took a few tries, and it made the little boy squirm a little, indicating this boy hadn't tried to do it before. It honestly kind-of surprised him, as everything else seemed to indicate this kid had some prior experience.

Hmm, Jason thought to himself. Maybe it's just something Kevin talks about and Ryan hears?

"Yeah, this is what gay boys do," Jason answered. "Do you like it?"

"I guess," Ryan gave Jason a smarmy half-smile.

Oh, this boy liked it all-right. He loved it.

"You're not worried about being gay yourself?" Jason asked.

"No," Ryan shrugged. "I'm only six. Remember?"

"Some kids that young know they are gay," said Jason. "Like the ones who dress up as girls."

"How long have you known?" Ryan asked.

"That's kinda tough to answer," Jason scratched the back of his neck. "Not that long I guess."

Touching that spot on the back of his neck triggered the itching, or at least it made him keenly aware of it. In truth, the itching had been constant right from when Jason first entered Ryan's room. Now it was worse. Definitely worse. Jason tuned it out like a poorly-received television station. Sorry, Jeffery. This was his night, and he was going to have Ryan in every way he wanted. And why the heck not, since the little tyke seemed more than ready for sex play?

"Want to know something, though?" Jason asked. "I got the hots for you. Big time!"

"I'm just a little kid though," Ryan bit his lip as he looked up at Jason.

"Not in the way that matters," Jason pressed his dick into Ryan's, prodding it without touching it.

After a few more playful jabs, he stopped and brought his legs to one side of Ryan. He lifted the boy then, which wasn't so hard as he couldn't have weighed more than sixty pounds, and then laid him flat on his bed. Making sure his pillow was underneath the boy's head, he laid down next to the boy and pressed their hips together.

"Will you be my boyfriend?" Asked Jason. "Kevin doesn't have to know. In fact, you shouldn't tell him. He'd probably kill us if he found out."

"I don't want my brother to be mad," Ryan shook his head and looked away from him.

"He won't be mad if we never tell him!" Jason reminded him.

"Isn't Kevin mad at you, though?" Ryan looked back. Right into Jason's smiling face. So close their noses touched.

"Kevin and I will make up," Jason said softly, reaching behind to stroke the back of Ryan's head. "We are best friends, after all. I don't think he hates gay people."

"He doesn't," Ryan nodded. "Because our cousin's gay."

This had to be the same cousin who put these videos into Kevin's hands; Jason was sure of it.

"How do you know?" Asked Jason.

And then the truth came pouring out.

"Because I've kind of… being spying on him," Ryan answered. "Kevin thinks I'm just a stupid little kid, but I'm not! I mean yeah… I'm little, but I'm not dumb! I knew about those porn movies, even before you told me. I know he got them from Robert. I could hear him talking over his headset with him. Talking about getting that video you mentioned. I remember him getting mad once and saying he wasn't into the gay shit Roger liked."

"One night, Kevin caught me spying on him," Ryan rolled onto his side, facing Jason. "He asked me how much I heard, and I told him I knew he was watching pornos he got from our cousin. He said I didn't know what the fuck I was talking about. Well, I do!"

Looking into Ryan's baby brown eyes, Jason was speechless. This little kid was really something else.

"I don't want my brother to be mad," Ryan pressed his nose into Jason's. "But in a way, I kinda do. He thinks I'm too young to know anything, but I'm not. I'm not and I'll prove it! I'll prove it by being your boyfriend!"

Jason's head spun with all the facts Ryan had just revealed. It was a lot to process, even for him. Now was not the time for that, however. Now was the time to consummate the relationship with his new boyfriend.

"You know all the things boyfriends do?" Jason asked, their lips practically touching.

"No," Ryan shook his head. "But you can teach me."

Jason didn't need any further invitation.

"Well, first they kiss," said Jason, pressing his lips against Ryan's.

The little boy didn't open his mouth of course, even when Jason stuck out his tongue and prodded. That was fine. Jason didn't mind one bit licking around the boy's mouth. Didn't mind tickling his nose with the tip of his tongue, moving up to lick his eyebrows, planting little kisses on his lids when he closed them. Jason went at the boy's little mouth more aggressively and he got the hint this time. Jason slid his tongue into Ryan's warm and wet mouth, licking the front of his teeth, along his gums, and then in deeper onto the roof of his mouth. Last he swirled Ryan's waiting tongue with his own, and eventually, the younger boy joined in the dance. Surprisingly, Ryan followed with his own tongue when Jason retreated, pushing it into Jason's mouth.

That single act pushed Jason's horniness past the breaking point. Jason lost all self-control. He desperately needed to make love to this six-year-old child. Jason ran his hands all up and down this boy's naked little body. Squeezing his tiny bubble butt, running a hand up and down his small spine and clasping his shoulders, his arms, his hands, and his fingers.

"Was that a… French kiss?" Ryan panted.

"Incredible, wasn't it?" Asked Jason. "Ready for more?"

Jason attacked him before any visual confirmation.

The second French kiss didn't last long, because Jason wanted to do so much more exploring with his tongue. Ryan didn't put up a fight as Jason kissed over to his big ears, sucking on his ear-lobes. "I love your big ears, you know. So cute!" Jason ran a trail of spit down the side of his face, kissing and sucking on his neck. "This is called a noogie," said Jason, leaving a little red mark where he applied suction. Next, he traced his tongue down to the little boy's dime-sized areole, twirling each nipple until it was hard.

Ryan elicited a "Ungh…" that was music to Jason's ears. Jason couldn't imagine hearing anything sexier than a little boy's moans of pleasure. Whoever said young children couldn't enjoy sex were a bunch of fucking liars.

Jason re-wet, his tongue for it's progressing journey down Ryan's naked and hairless and tight little body. Jason spent some time exploring Ryan's belly button, causing the boy to squirm and giggle.

"Stooop," the boy said. But Jason could tell Ryan was enjoying every moment of it.

"You don't think this is gross, do you?" Jason asked, his face hovering above Ryan's now very erect and yet stubbly little penis.

"No," Ryan shook his head, "But it tickles!"

"Good!" Jason buried his face back into Ryan's tiny stomach, tongue leading. Jason licked the entire area with his tongue, as if he were a dog. A dog licking his very own little boy toy and possessing it. Wanting to save the best for last, Jason skipped over Ryan's tiny straining boner, spreading his legs apart and licking along the inside of his delicate thighs. The scent inside was delightful. It was only just a little bit musky, less so because of how young this boy was. Mainly Ryan smelled like the shampoo he used, Strawberries and cream. Thighs this soft and smooth should be made illegal.

Oh wait, Jason thought to himself. They were!

Not that the law had any chance of catching a man inside the body of a twelve-year-old. Jason was beyond any human prosecution now. Might as well roll with the good feelings while they lasted.

Jason tried to take Ryan's big toe in his mouth, but the kid didn't seem to like that much, practically kicking him in the face. "Tickles too much!" He yelled. "Stoooop!"

Jason decided not to press his luck. Besides, it was time for the main course.

Jason didn't take Ryan's penis into his mouth straight away. He was a scientist at heart, and that meant he had to examine it in fine detail. Ryan's was the first real penis he'd held in his hand that wasn't his. Well… technically, Jeffery's was, but this was very different. This was him, pleasuring another boy. Jason had dreamed of this day ever since he was fourteen and knew beyond a doubt that he was a pedophile. This little boy's dick was the panicle of his desire, and it was worth every bit of careful study. Ryan's foreskin was very tight, obviously not having been stretched frequently. Jason watched as the little boy clenched every time he retracted his foreskin, bunching it underneath his glans.

"Are you going to… suck on it?" Ryan finally asked.

Just watching the boy's breathing, the rising and falling of his little stomach, Jason could tell how excited he was. Jason stared at the boy in blank amazement. This kid was just full of surprises.

"How do you know about that?" Jason asked.

"Come on!" Ryan shot him a glare. "Boys talk about it all the time on the playground! Don't you think I know what being a cocksucker means? Or getting a blowjob? Maybe some of my classmates don't know, but I sure do. I got a big brother and a really cool cousin!"

"Wait a sec," said Jason. "What grade are you in?"

"First," Ryan said.

"Yeah," Jason shook his head. "How many first graders know about sucking cock?"

"Probably more than you think," Ryan grinned at him.

"Man," Jason shook his head in disbelief. "Well, here goes then!"

Jason took Ryan's erect little penis in his mouth then, peeling back his foreskin while licking atop his pee slit. The taste was a little salty, but that didn't phase Jason in the least. Jason tongued all around his little glans and licked under the rim. Ryan threw his head back and groaned.

"Uugggghhh. I knew it would feel good. I just knew it!"

Jason went to town on Ryan's stubby little knob then, slurping around the whole thing and taking it into his mouth like a popsicle. As it wasn't all that long, it wasn't hard for Jason to suck the boy's balls into his mouth. Nor was it hard for him to turn his face sideways and focus on Ryan's little balls exclusively for a while. Being only six, this boy's testicles were nowhere near dropping, making the skin of his sack fairly tight. The testis themselves were maybe twice the size of a pea.

"Something's wrong," Ryan pat Jason's head. "Stop. I got to pee!"

"No you don't," Jason gave the boy a toothy smile. "You're about to have an orgasm."

"No, seriously," Ryan pushed hard on Jason's head. "I really gotta pee!"

"Trust me," Jason grabbed Ryan's little butt, positioning himself directly atop the boy so he couldn't getaway. "You don't have to pee. You're about to have the best feeling ever! If you were older, you would make sperm, like me and your brother. For now though, it will just be dry. But that's okay! It will still feel awesome, I promise!"

Ryan looked at Jason with trepidation but ceased his thrashing and attempts to escape. Good boy! Jason worked his tongue across the boy's frenulum, down the underside of his stubby little shaft, and then swallowed him whole again.

"Unnnggg, Unnnngggg, Unnnnnngggggg," Ryan thrust his tiny hips hard into Jason's jaw, actively trying to fuck his face. It must have happened then because Ryan grabbed Jason's hair in his balled up little fists.

Ryan had his first little boy orgasm, and Jason had helped him achieve it.

Ryan's little penis lost most of its hardness pretty quickly, growing soft in Jason's mouth. Jason gave his glans a few extra licks. Although all the moisture had come from Jason's mouth, the glistening wetness gave the impression the little boy had ejaculated. Ryan certainly moaned as he had. Jason felt his heart doing summersaults at the full sensory overload of this experience. Audio, visual, taste, smell and touch. He had experienced them all, giving a little boy pleasure in the way he always dreamed and witnessing him enjoy it.

Watching Ryan slow his breathing as he came down from his orgasm, Jason didn't think he'd felt any more satisfied and happy as he did at that moment. Sure his teleportation device was his crowning achievement, and all the other scientific breakthroughs leading up to it made him feel pride. Yet they fell short somehow of this simple, primal feeling he and Ryan just shared at this moment. Boy's first orgasms were very special things and Jason was overjoyed to help Ryan discover it. If there was any one thing worth living for, this was it. Esteem and recognition were all well and good, but this went so much further. There was only one other thing remaining that would make this experience the absolute best in his life.

The time had come for him to take his own turn at orgasm, and he knew exactly where he wanted his dick to be when it happened.

"How did that feel for you, Boyfriend?" Jason asked, rubbing Ryan's stomach.

"Pretty scary at first," he said in a small voice. "But then it was… pretty good."

"Just… pretty good?" Jason tilted his head.

"Okay, pretty awesome!" Ryan smiled.

"You're one amazing little kid!" Jason rubbed the boy's narrow chest and arms. "Most kids your age would have freaked out and not let themselves experience what you did. But you kept your cool and let it happen!"

"I told you, it's because I'm not a little kid!" Ryan propped himself up so he could look Jason in the eye. "Well… okay. I am little. But that doesn't mean I'm stupid!"

"Definitely not stupid," Jason rubbed Ryan's arm. "You're the smartest little boy I know. There's so much I love about you, Ryan. Just from the time we spent in the pool, I could tell how special you were. You're curious, you're fearless, and you keep an open mind."

Jason could see Ryan blushing. God, his desire for this boy was rocketing out of the ballpark and into outer space. He wasn't a perfect ten in the looks department, but his wonderful and carefree personality more than made up for it. Jason could marry this little boy and be very happy.

"Can I also tell you something?" Ryan asked and Jason nodded. "You're my favorite of all my big brother's friends. You're always just… so nice! Sometimes I kind-of just… wanted you to be my friend. I knew you wouldn't want to be, though, since I'm so much younger than you. My cousin told me about gay people and I kind-of thought maybe… you were. It made me… so curious."

"What did your cousin tell you about gay people?" Jason asked.

"Not much really," Ryan shrugged. "I think he held back because he knew it would upset my brother if he told me too much. But he did say gay boys are usually nicer than straight boys. He also told me that if a boy gets gay on me, not to push him away."

"Your cousin told you that?" Jason raised his eyebrows.

One thing was certain now; he had to meet this cousin of theirs.

"Yeah," Ryan nodded. "He also told me to do what feels right with my body. I asked him what that meant, and he said it wasn't really his place to tell me and didn't want to get in trouble. He said it was stupid though, when it came to kids and sex stuff. Like we're too stupid to know about it. Or that it would hurt us too much. I didn't really get what he meant. He said he would explain more later when we saw each other again. Maybe during thanksgiving or Christmas."

"Your cousin sounds pretty awesome!" said Jason.

"Yeah, Robert is the best," Ryan nodded. "He's sixteen. And his brother William is pretty cool too; he's fourteen."

"I think you're the best," Jason snuggled next to Ryan and began kissing him on the neck again. "I'm so glad your cousin told you those things. I think he's right, you know. You should do what feels right with your body."

Jason kissed downward on Ryan's body again, eager to get to places he had yet to explore. Jason scoot backward and took Ryan by the calves, placing them atop his shoulders. It wasn't a hard position for Ryan because he was so small and flexible.

"And you have such a beautiful body Ryan," said Jason, staring hungrily between his legs, underneath the tight little scrotum.

He reached forward with his hands then, allowing the boy's legs to slide further up his shoulders. His hands making contact with two perfect little globes, separating butt-cheeks, revealing his tight little anus. Ryan had obviously never been fucked, his ring looking pink and undisturbed. Didn't smell bad either or have residue, indicating he was cleanly in the shower. Jason couldn't help snaking his fingers closer as he adjusted his grip.

"Hey, that tickles!" Ryan pushed on his shoulder with the ball of his foot. "Why are you touching me down there? Isn't that gross?"

"Not gross," Jason shook his head. "Beautiful," he said, returning Ryan's leg to rest on his shoulder.

"You think my poo-hole is beautiful?" Ryan frowned. "Gay boys are super weird!"

"Haven't you ever played with your poo-hole before?" Jason asked, using the same term Ryan had. "Stuck anything inside it?"

"No," Ryan shook his head. "Why would I do that?"

"Because it feels good, silly!" Jason rubbed his index finger around the little boy's anal opening as he said the words.

"That feels really weird," Ryan said.

Jason marveled at how hairless and smooth this little boy's butt was. Men's anuses were truly revolting by comparison. No man could possess something so pristine and tight, not unless they shaved meticulously and went to the gym. Even then, they could never approach what a young boy got for free–a smooth and succulent little bum.

The tip of Jason's penis was wet with precum.

"This is one of the best things boyfriends do," Jason said as he inserted the tip of his index finger into Ryan's tight little anus. It couldn't go very far, due to lack of lubricant.

"What?" Ryan asked, looking into Jason's eyes.

"Butt play!" Jason smiled. "There are all sorts of things we can stick in here!"

"What do you want to stick in?" Ryan asked.

"Why don't you help by holding it open?" Jason helped guide Ryan's hands toward his ass, helping the boy place his fingers, indicating he should curl them, spreading his cheeks wide.

"How about my finger first?" Asked Jason.

"I don't know," Ryan frowned. "I'm afraid it will hurt."

"It's just one finger; it's not going to hurt that much," Jason reassured the boy.

"Okay, I'm trusting you, boyfriend," said Ryan.

Jason kissed the bottom of the little boy's foot before resuming with his finger. This time he got plenty of spit and saliva on his little digit before reattempting penetration. Still, the lubricant didn't seem to do the job as he couldn't get his finger in past the first joint.

This little boy was tight.

Jason decided to solve the problem by slobbering profusely all inside the boy's butt crack. He hawked up whatever phlegm he could gather from the back of his throat, aiming it was well he could onto the boy's pink anal ring. Then he spread it around with the tip of his tongue. He was a bit hesitant to do it at first, as butt-holes were generally unsanitary things, and rimming could lead to sickness. But this little boy's butt-hole was clean, and now it had a bunch of his germ-killing slobber on it, so what the heck?

"Oh my god, that tickles!" Ryan tried pushing Jason's head away from between his legs.

Jason was forced to stop due to all Ryan's thrashing.

"That feels so weird!" Ryan said after Jason pulled back and let the little boy calm down. "I can't believe you were licking my poo-hole! That's just gross!"

"This is what gay boys do!" Jason said, repositioning himself like he was before so he could keep Ryan's legs on his shoulders and out of the way. "I bet my finger will go in more easily now!"

Sure enough, there was now plenty of lubrication. Plenty enough to work inside Ryan's tight little opening, getting it nice and slick. The next step was stretching the surrounding muscle. Ryan continued to wiggle and thrash, and Jason had to use his other hand and arm to keep the boy under control. It wasn't too challenging because the child was only six, after all. That and Ryan's thrashing diminished after he became more accustomed to the feeling. The first joint of his index finger went in easily this time, then the second, and then the third. Once fully inserted, Jason kept his finger there for a while, allowing the boy to acclimate to the feeling. Slowly, he started searching for the boy's prostate.

There it was.

Ryan's thrashing increased tenfold, followed by another shout of "I gotta pee again!"

"No, you don't," Jason extracted his finger, happy with the job it had done.

"What did you just touch?" Ryan asked.

"Your prostate," Jason smiled. "It helps make semen when you're older. Not the sperm, though, that comes from your testicles." He gently poked one of the boy's little balls to make the point.

"Where did you learn all this?" said Ryan.

"The internet," Jason shrugged.

Jason was at the end of his rope now, wild with lust. He needed to take the last step now, the final act that would consummate his relationship with his new boyfriend. Sure the little boy was sufficiently stretched, he began to line up his boy-dick. And it was hard, hot, pulsing and ready to penetrate this child. Jason gave a quick thought about giving the boy a two-fingered stretch, but he didn't really think that was necessary. His penis was small, after all. Wider than his finger, but not enough to make much of a difference. Not much longer either. Nothing like a man's penis. No way could a boy this small be taken by a man, not without causing damage. Jason thanked the universe he was a boy right now, with the kind of equipment that'd allow him to enjoy another boy freely, without too much concern for hurting the child.

Jason gathered up another sizable portion of phlegm in the back of his throat, then spit and dribbled it on his painfully erect boy-dick.

"Time to do the last and most important thing!" said Jason.

"What?" asked Ryan.

"I'm going to fuck you!" said Jason, already probing the boy's little anal ring with the tip of his glans.

"I don't think I'm ready!" Ryan protested.

"Sure you're ready," Jason continued prodding Ryan's little butt-hole with his penis.

"This is going to make me gay forever, isn't it?" Ryan looked down at his own shriveled and now much tinier pee-pee.

"Nonsense!" Jason used his hand to help direct the tip into the anal ring and pushed. "Nobody can make you gay, no matter what they do to you. And if you like it, so what? Doesn't mean you won't like girls later. Plenty of bisexuals around!"

"I don't know if I like this," Ryan shook his head. "Feels so weird!"

"Please, just let me do this!" Jason begged. "I got to do this. I need to. So so badly!"

"Just um… go slow, okay?" Ryan pressed his lips together.

What a trooper this little boy was. A true gemstone.

As Ryan requested, Jason took it slow, at least at first. He wanted to savor the feeling anyway. His first ever boy-fuck. He couldn't believe he was doing this. Couldn't believe his senses. How many times had he dreamed of anal penetration with a young boy? Nearly every day of his life after he turned fourteen years old. The feelings raising through his penis as his glans squeezed into the boy's tiny opening were extra-dimensional. Transcending. This little boy's anus was so hot. So tight. It gripped his penis like a vice. There was no way fucking a vagina felt this good. Or even a man's ass. Little boys had the tightest openings, plain and simple. Best creatures to fuck on the planet!

Ryan's clenching was driving Jason wild. The further he pushed in, the more he felt. Then he felt his balls mash up against smooth hot skin. In truth, it wasn't that hard to jam his three-inch penis up Ryan's ass. Both were small, which made it so appealing for Jason to observe. The sight drove him crazy with lust. He had to cum inside this boy, and he had to do it now!

Jason's rush to achieve orgasm ended up being his downfall. A tsunami of sensations racing through his penis and through the rest of his body caused him to yell out. "Ohhh… ohhhh. Ooohh. Oh my god! I can't believe I'm doing this! I can't believe I'm fucking a boy!" Jason lost all control of his tempo, hot need taking over. Years of pent-up desire. His intense need to fuck a little boy. His penis pistoning in and out, faster and faster. Hard to keep it from popping out altogether. Took every bit of his concentration just to make sure it didn't happen as he built toward his orgasm.

"Stop Jeffery!" Ryan screamed. "You're hurting me!"

Jason wasn't listening, however. Ryan thrashed, and Jason gripped the boy's legs hard, pulling his tiny ass off the bed. Taking away the small child's leverage.

"Please stop! You're doing it too hard! You're holding me too hard. It hurts!"

Jason was in a whole other world. On a different planet. Planet boy-love. Or boy-lust, more like. Fulfilling his dreams. Payback for everything the universe had taken from him. His time to be selfish. Jason was going to fuck this little six-year-old boy until he came, end of story.

"WHAT THE FUCK!"

Jason hadn't even heard the words at first, let alone understand someone else was in the room with them now. He didn't even get the hint until he felt a hand on his arm. A hand that did not belong to Ryan.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE!?!"

By the time Jason realized who it was, he was already being grabbed. First by the arm, and then by the chest. Then he was picked up full off the bed and thrown onto his back on the floor.

"What the fuck are you doing? You're… fucking my little brother? I can't…."

The boy standing over him was Kevin. Big brother Kevin. Jason was so utterly fucked.

"I can't believe this," Kevin ran his fingers through his hair. "I can't fucking believe this! You were fucking… my little brother? My little… six-year-old brother? What the fuck is wrong with you? What the FUCK is WRONG with you?"

Kevin got down on his knees on the floor then, straddling him. Then he started punching him in the face. Hard.

"I asked you, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Kevin asked after a hard-right knuckle punch into his cheek, followed quickly by a hard left, knocking Jason's head in two directions. "What? It's not enough for you to be gay? Got to be a pedo too? A gay fucking pedo queer who likes fucking little boys? Who likes fucking my little six-year-old brother? I'm going to fucking MURDER you! Right here! Right Now!"

"Stop hitting him!" Ryan screamed, launching himself on top his big brother.

Ryan brought his own little fists to bear, smashing them into Kevin's fully clothed back. His position was precarious however, and all Kevin had to do was shake a little, and the small boy came rolling off.

"Stay out of this little brother!" Kevin shot the little boy a death glare. "I'm going to kill this sick little fuck for what he's done to you. I can't believe you were ever my friend! I can't believe I never saw what a twisted little fuck you were!"

With Ryan off him, Kevin continued to pound Jason mercilessly until he saw stars.

Something else happened then. Kevin's rage must have triggered something. Maybe it was when Kevin started punching him in the ribs and in the stomach. Or maybe it was when he clasped his fists together and brought them down into his sternum, forcing all the air out of his lungs. Jason swore he felt more than just his consciousness slipping. The back of his neck was on fire. Way beyond itching.

It had to be Jeffery, fighting inside him.

This was not a battle Jason could win. In truth, it wasn't even one he understood how to fight. There was so much of this he didn't understand. At some point during Kevin's pummeling, Jason started to see double, and he was sure it wasn't just because of the blows. All of a sudden, it was like he sprouted an extra pair of eyes. Eyes above him. Seconds ticked by and his vision got worse. It got really blurry, then briefly blacked out.

Then Jason's vision was clear again.

Except he wasn't looking through Jeffery's eyes anymore. For a few moments, he struggled to realize where he was, and in what position. He was lying on the floor, on his side. He could see his own ghostly form again. And it wasn't Jeffery's lithe and small form. It was that of a pudgy, middle-aged man. Still naked, however. Naked like how he was during his teleportation accident.

Jason had been ejected from Jeffery's body.

It took a while for Jason to figure out how to move his limbs. How to re-orient himself to better see what was happening. In truth, he didn't have to move much, as he was still very close to the action. Before he could move or do anything, Ryan walked straight though him, got down on his knees, occupying the same space, throwing his arms over the boy beside him.

"Stop it!" Ryan shouted at the top of his longs. "You can't kill him! If you're going to kill him, then kill me too!"

"Get off him little brother!" Kevin screamed, pushing the boy off the now unconscious Jeffery.

"I think you did kill him!" Ryan started crying. "You killed him!"

"Calm the fuck down, Ryan!" Kevin sneered at his little brother. "Let me think!"

Kevin backed off the bruised, battered, and unconscious boy. Jeffery looked very small and pathetic compared to Kevin, even though they were both of similar age. Hard to imagine the child posing any kind of threat to anyone. Even Kevin must have thought so at some point, as he eventually backed off him and got to his feet. Kevin paced the room, looking between Jeffery and his little brother. Eventually, he squats next to the twelve-year-old blond and pushed two fingers against his neck.

"He's alive, okay?" Kevin told his brother. "I didn't kill him!"

"Stop crying!" Kevin started pacing the room again. "I can't believe how fucked this is!"

Jason couldn't bear watching any more. He had to flee the scene. He had to get far away from here. As far as humanly possible. He found it remarkably easy to move then. Even float. Did he have the ability to float before? At the moment, he could care less about any newfound powers.

If there was some way in this world to destroy himself, Jason would find it. He had done the worst thing imaginable. He had ruined the life of not just one child but two. Both Jeffery and Ryan would likely be emotionally scarred for life, damaged beyond repair. Jeffery especially. Molested in the worst possible way. Made to do things he wouldn't be caught dead doing in a million, billion years. Now he would be blamed for molesting Ryan when he had nothing to do with it. No one would believe him, however. Such a bright and beautiful child, and Jason had snuffed out his candle flame like a category five hurricane.

If Jason couldn't destroy himself, then he resolved to put himself into a box until he slowly phased from this universe and could do no further harm to any other innocent boys.

To Be Continued