Date: Sat, 23 Feb 2008 00:56:55 -0500 From: Michael Unknown Subject: "Indigo" Part 1 (?/b, ped, con, sci-fi, slight mc) Reproduction of this is highly encouraged. I don't even care about the rights to it, so long as nothing is altered. Somehow...somewhere...my stories exist deep inside of each and every one of us. In my stories, no one will ever hurt. Feedback welcomed at mikes_alternate_addy@hotmail.com Indigo (Part 1) By "M" The energy was coming from somewhere within the bustling supermarket. I knew it was close...I could feel its pull. I probed the aisles, but was unable to pinpoint it. Snacks perhaps? No. It wasn't in the sweets aisle, either. The bakery. Yes, that was it. He was in front of the bakery. I saw him, just as his delicate little hand was reaching for a cookie. I was stunned. His beauty defied its very definition. His 10-year-old frame, completely hairless but for his short, loosely curled blond head, gave off an aura that was as potent as a ray of sun cascading through a gray sky. His gentle face slowly gave way to a smile, at the pure rapture of the sweet taste that caressed his tongue. To witness such simple joy...such unblemished satisfaction in something so small...something so pure... He was definitely the one who drew me to this place. I allowed him to finish his treat, as his mother turned to him to remind him to thank the baker. She was quite lovely in her own right...long, flowing blond hair, which had obviously been passed on to her son...at least in color. She lacked his aura, though. Most likely, she...like so many others...had been jaded to the point where she would no longer be capable of responding to me...at least not without much guidance and support. In time, perhaps I could indeed help her. And I would, too. To keep someone such as he in such a state was a sign of incredible parental integrity...such love she must have for the boy. That alone made her an exceptional candidate. But I was not there for her...not then, at any rate. It was her precious son who drew me there. He was ready. I applied my outlying physical form and floated to him. In just one instance, I cupped his soft genitals in my hand and deftly slid my tongue into his delicate mouth, muffling his surprised shriek...which was gently replaced by a soft moan. His mother turned to ask him what was wrong...but at that moment, everything stopped. Everything and everyone around him was frozen in place. All that remained for him, was the sensation of my hand...gently caressing his small phallys and warm testicles, underneath his sweat shorts and underwear...and my tongue, softly dueling with his own. His small shaft responded eagerly, and I continued to stroke it. I lifted my lips from his, just long enough to whisper softly in his ear. "Hello, my friend." He was panting. "W-...what's happeni- ugh...? This...this feels...this feels ..." "What is your name, little one?" I whispered into his ear...gently licking his soft lobe. He breathed..."B-...Bartlett..." "Bartlett...my sweet Bartlett...do you like the way this feels?" A small amount of my energy transferred from my lips to his ear cannel...placing him in a constant plateau stage, but keeping him from going fully over the edge. "O-oh! I...I....I...ugh...!" I directed the same amount of energy, from the tips of my fingers to his warm genitlia. I slowly masturbated the boy...keeping him in a state of ecstasy. He would remain at this stage, for he was pure enough to endure it. Anyone else would have been driven mad by it. "W-who...are...?" he squeaked. "My name is M." "...em?" He had such a beautiful, high-pitched voice...like that of most 10-year-olds. "Yes, Bartlett. And I am making love to you." "H-...huh? W-...what...do...you........ ughhhh....can't...see...you...." His head swayed back and fourth. I licked his ear again...breathed softly into it...and kissed his warm neck. "Shh....just enjoy it, Bartlett. Close your eyes. Relax your body. Let go. I will bring you to your peak." His clothes vanished at my will. Before me was a beautiful, naked boy of 10 years old. I placed my mouth on his hairless, circumcised cock and suckled from it. The taste of him alone had convinced me. I knew he could endure it...he was the one. And with that, I brought him to the final stage... He climaxed in my mouth. Again....then again....and again....and yet again.... His immature body, not originally intended to produce semen...produced it nonetheless. His ejaculation would last for as long as I wished. I eagerly lapped at his spasming cock head and suckled the seed from his soft loins. He had already lost the power to stand long ago, but I had been holding him. As I suckled his young sperm, I slid my finger into his rectum...gently caressing his young prostate...bolstering it with my energy. He moaned. He thrashed. He screamed at the insane pleasure coercing throughout his body. His was completely limp in my invisible hands, yet I held him securely...and he continued to ejaculate. I continued to suckle his warm semen from him. "Oh...! Oh.....! OH....! OH.....! I....I.....I............. He screamed. I LOVE YOU!!!" I gently swallowed one last ejacula, lapped my tongue under his scrotum, savoring trace amounts of his seed, and gently brought him down from the cloud of lust. I granted him a state of pure bliss, his loins relaxing...his penis softening in my mouth....his anus quivering around my finger, as I softly withdrew it. "I love you too, my sweet, sweet Bartlett." I kissed him gently on the lips, and softly parted them with my tongue. He could taste himself...and he sighed contentedly in my arms. I kissed him once more, and whispered softly to him. "We will meet again." In that moment, everything returned to normal for the boy. The crowded supermarket had returned its bustling chatter. He was stunned, and on shaky legs...somehow fully clothed again. His mother approached him in concern. "Is everything alright, sweetie?" His eyes were glazed over. After a moment, he looked up at her soft face. "Y...yeah, Mom. I...." 10-year-old Bartlett looked like he was close to tears. She grew scared. "Sweetie?! What is it? What's wrong?!" Suddenly, his smile was radiant, and he hugged her fiercely. "I love you, Mom!"