Title: Feathers or Salvation Author: AWH Summary: Strange short story about... something Keywords: Mb weird mysetry gay pedophilia ped pedo preteen yng MM boy First published: 03 December 2014
Authors notes
This story is very different from my other stories. It is far less erotic than my usual stories and probably not suited for... Ehm... You know what I mean.
It does contain a little man/boy intimacy and love, but I'm afraid it might disappoint some of my regular readers, as it's not very explicit.
I posted it anyway. Bear with me.
I hope at least someone out there will enjoy it. A little bit. ;)
Chapter 1
Darkness.
I awoke.
With my eyes still closed, I sensed the daylight.
I listened. Traffic. Voices far away.
Soft. I must be on a bed.
Still without opening my eyes, I knew I was in a motel room.
I tried to remember.
Where am I? - Nothing.
Who am I? - Nothing.
I scanned my body. No pain. No apparent injury.
I scanned my mind. No anger, hate, despair. No happiness, joy. - Nothing.
Was I emotionally numb? No, that wasn't it. Just absence of strong feelings.
But there was something there, below the surface. Light. Then darkness, danger. Power. Sense of loss. I was lost. Fallen.
A sensation more than a though hit me. I wasn't mortal. Or was I?
That was weird. Where did that come from? Everybody is mortal.
I reached for my power. - Nothing.
I opened my eyes and scanned the room. Classic motel room. Not much here.
I knew that the book in the drawer, next to the bed was ashes. I couldn't stand it being so near.
I found my clothes. Nice and clean.
My wallet. I had money. Drivers license. A name. I knew my name was unimportant.
A picture.
A boy. Around 9. Pretty, fair, slim, innocent.
Emotions erupted. Love. Almost overpowering me.
Was it my son?
No, it was the wrong kind of love.
My lover? A little boy? I doubted it. Somehow it didn't feel like it.
I felt my penis was hard. I looked in my underwear. It was massive. I liked it.
I inspected my image in the mirror.
Man. Looked like I was between 30 and 40.
Good body. Good looks. Nothing spectacular.
Brown hair. Slim. Decently fit.
It meant nothing to me. I didn't know the man in the mirror.
But I knew what I had to do. Find that boy. That was my purpose.
Chapter 2
I drove by my inner compass. I knew roughly where to go.
The boy was constantly on my mind.
Schools, I would check the nearby schools.
I parked and went inside.
Found the building where the kids were being taught.
I opened the door to the first class room.
The teacher asked "Yes, what can I do for you?".
I ignored her. Scanned the children. He wasn't here.
I closed the door again.
Next room.
The teacher asked "Who are you?".
I ignored him too.
The scan was negative.
Door closed. Steps behind me.
"Excuse me, but what are you doing here? You can't go around disrupting the classes like that. I'm afraid you have to
leave."
I turned around.
"I'm looking for a boy" I said.
"Yes, that's very nice, but you have to go the administration building, I'm sure they can help you, if you give them
the name of your son".
"It's not my son" I said.
"Oh". He looked confused.
There could be 20 more classes and many more schools. And maybe they were on a trip out, for some reason.
I felt the frustration grow.
Something shifted.
"I'll help you look" the teacher said.
He turned around and walked towards the class rooms at the next corridor.
I would know, if he found him. I continued.
I felt closer now. I knew this was the right school.
Another teacher protested, and volunteered to help me search.
Then I knew. Before I opened the door. This was it.
I opened, and there he was. On 2nd row. As beautiful as on the picture.
Emotions erupted again.
The boy didn't recognize me. I had expected him to.
The teacher repeated "Excuse me! What are you doing here?"
I looked at him. I had no idea.
"The boy" I started.
"Yes?" he asked.
"I need him".
The teacher laughed.
"Unless you have some kind of coherent explanation, I think you better leave before I call the police"
Frustration again. I had thought everything would be clear when I found him.
I looked at the boy.
He wasn't looking at me, but was talking with another boy and giggling.
Love. He was the one.
I walked to his seat and knelt in front of him.
"Come with me" I said.
I noticed the teacher protest behind me. The other teachers entered and talked with him, explaining to him that I
needed the boy.
He didn't understand.
I reached out my hand and repeated to the boy "Come with me".
Curiosity?
But he hesitated.
But there was no fear.
Maybe he felt something.
He put his hand in mine.
When we touched, something happened.
My love grew stronger.
His hesitation evaporated.
He got up from his chair and hugged me.
I lifted him and carried him.
The teachers protests were increasing in strength.
The other teachers matched him.
I told them all to relax, everything was good.
They agreed, and went back to teaching their classes.
We drove back to my room.
Chapter 3
I stripped off his clothes.
He was beautiful. Perfect.
Love and lust.
I knew what we had to do. We needed this.
I stripped off my clothes too.
His eyes fixed on my massive hard penis.
I reached out and held him.
He melted into me.
I knew he felt it too.
I carried him two steps to the bed.
Laid him gently down, as if he was a delicate treasure.
I laid on top of him and kissed him.
When our tongues met, it became clear to me.
We had to couple. I had to share my power with him.
He had what I needed next. I had what he needed.
It was important.
We both felt it.
He spread his legs.
I inserted myself into him.
My world exploded in sensations of love and tenderness. I cried.
I could feel his pleasure, was the same as mine. He cried too.
And then the sensation exploded, in a overwhelming climax, as I transferred the first portions of my power to him. In
big gushes of my essence, I gave him what he needed to fulfill his part.
He cried in ecstasy as he absorbed my essence and power. We both cried out in ecstasy.
And then it was over. The first part.
But he needed more power.
In our fusion, we shared our knowledge. It was an unavoidable consequence. Together we glimpsed more, than our
individual parts. He jolted me. And we shared it.
We knew a part of the truth now. We both had important roles to play, as did many others.
It was a good plan. But dangerous. It was wise to keep it hidden from him.
Sometimes I wondered if my plan, was really all a part of His plan. With him, it was very hard to tell.
He dove between my legs. He took my reproductive organ into his mouth.
We both revelled in the returning sensation of tender love and pleasures of the flesh.
It would be another 5 minutes before the next transfer would take place.
We enjoyed the wait, and wallowed in our pleasures and shared emotions.
He was so beautiful. I knew we were being manipulated, to feel this for each other. Or maybe I manipulated us. I couldn't see that much.
But it didn't matter. It was for the good of the plan, and there could be no better sensations in life. This was the
utmost pleasure, physically and emotionally, that body and mind could experience.
And then it was time.
The pleasure again escalated into a new climax.
We cried again as I injected him with my power orally.
We shared our knowledge, bodies and emotions. Together we knew more, than the sum of what we consciously knew, as we
became one for a while.
Then it was over.
We laid still. Still filled with love.
Knew what was to come.
My power would lie near dormant in him. For years. But it would be there at the critical moment. Moments.
Chapter 4
"I have to prepare" I said.
"I know" he said.
"You can come with me for a while?" I asked.
"Yes" he replied.
We drove around. Made preparations. Enjoyed every touch of our skin, as we held hands or shared an intimate kiss.
We didn't hide our affection. Nobody would interfere.
We knew he had to go back. But not now.
Everything was good. It was so important. We had to prevail.
When everything was prepared, we went back to the bed, and enjoyed each other, for the rest of the day.
Then I drove him home.
"Goodbye" I said. Sadness filling me.
"Goodbye" he said. I knew he shared my feelings.
"You have what you need to fulfill your role now".
"Yes. We will survive"
I nodded.
He hugged me.
We kissed.
"Thank you for your great sacrifice for us" he said.
A part of me wanted to keep him with me. But it was too important that we played our parts.
If humans was to survive the Judgement, we needed the plan to work perfectly.
This was our salvation.
There was much more work to do, before we were ready.
And I needed restitution.
Chapter 5
Darkness.
I tried to remember.
Where am I? - Nothing.
Who am I? - Nothing.
My wallet. I had money. Drivers license. A name. I knew the name was unimportant.
A picture.
A boy. Around 6. Pretty, dark skinned, normal build, innocent.
Emotions erupted. Love. Almost overpowering me.
I now knew what I had to do. Find that boy. That was my purpose.