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Standard disclaimer, bla bla bla, if you are not an adult according to
the law, the government doesn't want you to have erotic
titillation and your mind shall remain virgin even though you've been
cumming for the last six years. Do not read this.

Furthermore, people who are easily offended, people who are not
interested in sex stories involving young boys and people on a crusade to
cleanse the world should NOT read this.

Whoever is left should be able to understand that this is only fantasy.

I did not write this. I'm posting it for somebody else. Hope you like
it. Send comments to [e-mail]



"The Dream Child"   written by BASE.               (04/95)


                         THE DREAM CHILD

                              (III)


   Scott was not a religious man, and his legal mind had been
rigorously trained in relentless logic.  But this was no matter
for theology or logic.  Just as deeply as he knew anything, he
knew that the dreams were a kind of history, remnants of things
that had really happened, but for some reason had gone terribly
wrong.  He knew that the suffering of poor little Freddie was like
a dreadful nightmare from which the boy could not wake up, an
agony so intense that it had spilled over into this world and into
his own tormented dreams.

   The memory of the dreams still lingered in Scott's mind.  It had
lingered all day so that it was hard to concentrate on his job.  His
head was a storm of images and conflicting emotions.  On the one
hand, he longed for the evening, so that he could comfort the lonely
boy, but on the other hand, he was afraid of his own insanity and of
the wailing little voice that cut into heart like a hot knife. There
was also bewilderment and an urgent, unanswered question.  Why was
the boy still lost and why hadn't Mac come for him?  But it was pity,
pity for the lost dream child that overrode all his emotions.  And
then there was Richie.  Scott was sure that somehow, the dreams
involved the little boy he had been seeing. But his guilt seemed to
bury him, like an avalanche of emotion that his heart could not
contain.

   The small boy ran over to him as he laid at the side of the pool.
Scott had already noticed that Richie had been looking tired
lately, but that afternoon, he thought the boy looked haggard,
like he hadn't slept in a week.  Still, even his thin smile and
sleepy blue eyes gave Scott goose bumps.  Combined with his
squeaky voice, the boy was simply delightful, irresistible.
Scott's hand fell on the boy's skinny shoulder and stroked his
dark hair lightly.  But like a slap, Scott became aware of staring
eyes all around the pool and grim faces ready to pass judgement.
His heart sank.  He left the sad boy with some lame excuse and
slunk back into his room.  He had alot of work to catch up on
anyway and no time for the child.  But his heart felt otherwise,
for all he could concentrate on was Richie's small body and
delicate features.  He fantasied about taking the boy back to his
room and lowering his green swim trunks.  He longed to explore the
boy's prepubescent dick and balls, to gently lick the hairless
genitals and relish the boy's bouquet.  Scott was sure too, that
part of Richie's attraction to him was due to the boy's own
developing sexuality.  It was obvious from the way the kid stared
at his crotch and chest.  He knew the boy wanted to play with his
mansized cock and balls, to feel his muscles and be enveloped in
his strong arms.  But Scott was also sure that it was just plain
wrong.  His dilemma was after all insoluble.  Neither his head nor
his heart were unanimous. And what did it matter what a ten-year-
old boy felt or desired?  Oh, he was sure the kid wanted it, but
he gave small consideration to the boy's choice.  He knew that the
law would give none.  And so, as the evening passed, Scott's mind
alternated between work and fantasy until night fell.

   The knock at the door was soft but sudden and nearly startled
Scott from his chair. He was half expecting a pint sized phantom,
but when he opened the door, in the dim hallway stood Richie's
mother. Her face was grave.  Cold fear coursed through Scott's blood.
What had the boy told her?  Really, he had only stroked his hair.  By
rote, he invited her in.  Shyly, the girl accepted and passed into the
room.  Scott offered his chair and he himself sat on the corner of the
bed.  She looked at him and smiled meekly so that most of Scott's fear
melted away.  The girl began by apologizing for the hour, but said she
was desperate and had nowhere else to turn. She could not afford a
doctor.  Scott's fear soon became concern.  Was there something wrong
with the boy?  Not physically, at least the girl did not think so, but
the boy could not sleep.  He had not slept for the past five nights and
she could give no comfort to her child.  There was a pale cowboy, the
boy had said, that kept invading his dreams.

   As the girl began to attribute her son's sleep disorder to the saga
of her husband's abandonment and desperate poverty, Scott was only
half listening.  His blood was frozen in his veins. In a blinding
flash, he knew that the pale cowboy was Mac. He covered half his
face in his hand and looked at the girl with one eye, her words had
ceased to make any sense to him.  His mind raced from one
conclusion to the next, but now at last, he knew part of the
answer.  At least he was sure that his original conviction was
correct.  These were not ordinary dreams. Not if the boy was also
involved. Coincidence was fast becoming the less credible
explanation.  As the girl finished her story with admonishments of
her motherhood, Scott's mind returned to her.  He would do anything
to help the boy, he assured her, she had only to ask.  He hardly
anticipated her request.  The boy needed sleep above all, she
explained.   His little body was near total exhaustion. If the boy
could spend the night up here with him, she was sure he would
sleep.  Scott's heart was beating rapidly now.  It was obvious that
if the boy spent the night in his room they would have to share the
bed.  The implications completely evaded the clueless young girl.
Still, there was nothing he could do but agree.  Underneath the
uncertainty and fear, there was a kind of relief. Perhaps he would
find the solution that both he and his dream child desperately
sought.

   Richie, looking grey and uncertain, entered Scott's posh room.  The
boy looked around at the extravagant furnishings and finally at the
man.  Scott tried as kind a face as he could manage. The little boy
smiled back at him.  The kid was dressed in loose fitting pale blue
pajamas, old and tattered at the cuffs.  Scott lifted the youngster
into his arms, bounced him twice in the air so the boy giggled and
laid down on the bed with the child.  They looked deeply into each
other's eyes.  Finally, the man spoke.

"Your mom says your having trouble getting to sleep?"

The boy nodded.

"You wanna tell me about Mac?" the man asked gently.

The boy's face flushed and then grew white.

"How...how ddid you know his name?" the child asked in astonishment.

"listen kiddo, I'm don't understand it all myself, so I can't explain
it to you.  I just know, that's all.  I...I've been having the same dream
....I think"

The boys eyes grew wide with fright

"Don't...don't be afraid Richie" the man said softly as he stroked
the boy's dark hair  "Mac would never hurt you...he..I... I mean they....
I think they need our help."

The boy buried his face in the man's chest and began to cry.

"Why can't he find the boy, Scott?" Richie sobbed "Gosh, he cries so
loud I think the whole world can hear him.  He cries so much I can't
stand it.  bbbut...but...he's dead isn't he, Scott?  The little boy
is already dead."

The child trembled, his young mind was filled with horror.

"I think so Richie, but its worse than that.  He's lost and alone, and
I don't know why Mac can't find him either."

   The two bewildered dreamers laid back in each other's arms.  The
smell of the boy began to fill Scott's lungs.  As he held the quivering
child, he asked the question he had been dreading.

"Do you know why Mac wants to find the boy?"

"um hum..." Richie looked up into Scott's pale blue eyes.
"...because he loves him."

   Scott peered into the young soul, and found there his own unspoken
question `do you love me like that'?  Scott's finger brushed a loose
lock of dark hair from the boy's forehead.  Richie's small hand reached
out and held Scott's wrist and brought the man's hand to his tender
lips. Scott shivered as the boy kissed it and wrapped his hairy arm
around his small body. Scott panicked.  The jig was up, the kid knew.
And what was worse, now he knew that the kid knew.  Like a black and
blinding fog, guilt descended on his mind and obscured his heart.  He
couldn't stand it any longer.  He simply couldn't let this go any
further.  He couldn't see the boy any more...couldn't see the
child...couldn't see the kid.....and then, as with a searing lightning
bolt, his mind was illuminated.   His heart pounded in his chest as the
whole answer flooded into his brain.  That's why Mac couldn't find the
boy!  Guilt!  The man's ghost had carried his guilt with him to the
grave and it had blinded his soul. For a century and a half, Mac's
shade, twisted by guilt, had wandered hopelessly in search of the poor
child.  And over that immense waste of time, little Freddie had waited,
lonely, frightened, lost, wailing in the wilderness.


                             (IV)


   Scott looked down at the frightened child wrapped in his arms.
He no longer seemed to have a choice.  The next question was inevitable
and rolled off his lips naturally.

"Do you know what Mac and Freddie do with each other?"

The boy nodded again.

"They play with each other's dickies.  An' Mac like to put his boner
in the boy's coolie." he answered in a whisper. "but no one is 'apposta
to know.  That's why they live far away from everybody, by the river"
The boy swallowed and looked longingly at the man.

"You wanna do that with me, don't ya Scott?"

"I...I...don't know kiddo...I.."

"Its okay!" said the boy. "I want you to!  Don't feel bad.  Mac feels
bad too, but I know Freddie just wants him to come home again."

"I think Mac is afraid to come home..he's afraid to hurt Freddie cause
he loves him so much, Richie."

"Mac would never hurt Freddie!" the boy protested. "`Cause he loves him."

"Oh, Richie, I hope your right, little guy".

"You wouldn't hurt me if you played with my dickie like that, honest.
I bet it would be great!"

"Your right, it would be....great" said Scott nervously.

"I'd never tell anyone" said the boy shyly and...well, I love you Scott.
 Don't you love me too?"

"I sure do kid, I really do"

"My daddy didn't love me, and that's why he left...Now, all I got is
my mommy, but she's always working".  The boy said sadly.

   The child's eyes started to tear.  Scott wiped the drops from the boy's
cheeks.  He kissed him softly on the forehead and hugged him tightly.
So what if the world did not understand! So what if the world never
understood! The boy had always understood and now the man, finally,
understood.

   Scott gently laid the boy on his back and started to unbutton
his pajama top.  Immediately, a tiny pole stuck up from the
boy's crotch and the kid smiled wildly.  He giggled as the man
brushed aside his night shirt and exposed his bare chest. He ran
his finger tips lightly over the boy's breast.  He rubbed the
tiny pink nipples and thrilled to the softness of the young
flesh in his quaking hands.  The boy shuttered at the man's
touch. It was all he imagined and more.  Scott's fingers and
hands explored the boy's upper body.  He massaged his arms and
skinny shoulders. He tickled under his hairless armpits and
outlined the bones of the boy's face lightly with his forefinger
and pushed in gently on the kid's buttony nose.  The boy
laughed, squirmed and licked his lips.  Scott tickled up and
down the boy's sides so the child's whole body tingled with
goose bumps.   Then he ran his fingers through the boy's hair
once more before slowly unbuttoning the bottom of his pjs.  The
boy gasped as the man removed his pajama bottoms and unveiled
his stiff boy-dick.  Scott had never seen anything so beautiful.
A succulent three inch pole, delicately cut into a perfect
heart shaped head.  The boy's tiny scrotum hung between his
hairless legs and his little jewels seemed flawless.  Here was
the fulfillment of all his dreams.  Scott gently grasped the
boy's penis in between his forefinger and thumb and pulled up
and down lightly on the slender shaft.  The boy moaned as
fantastic sensations shot through his body.  Scott examined each
testicle with his fingers and tickled the boy under his thin
legs. The kid couldn't believe the intensity of the feelings
that coursed through him.  The man's warm hands were like magic
on his body.  Richie had watched Mac and Freddie `do it' in his
dreams, but never imagined that anything could feel so good.
Just then, the man pushed his face into the boy's crotch and
absorbed the musty boy essence.  The prickly face tickled the
boy's sensitive skin and he laughed outloud.

"BRRRRRRRRRRRR" Scott vibrated his lips playfully onto the boy's
tiny genitalia and the kid nearly choked on his own laughter.

"STOP THAT!" said the breathless child. "Anyway, it MY turn!"

   The naked boy hopped like a bunny on top of the man. His little
boy-butt sat blithely on Scott's raging hardon.  The boy unbuttoned
the mans night shirt and exposed his massive chest.  The kid's tiny
hands ran up and down each slab of pectoral muscle and luxuriated
in the silky blond body hair. He inspected each brown nipple and
made circles around each with his little pinky. The boy poked his
tickly fingers into Scott's hairy armpits and stroked the musty
hairs. The man laughed, pulled his elbows to his side and trapped
the boy's hands.

"Hey!! gimme back my hands!" the youngster protested.

"I can't help it, that tickles!!" said the man, releasing the boy.

   The boy turned abruptly, almost in mid-air, so that his little butt
was nearly pushed into Scott's face.  The kid wanted at the man's
cock.  He rubbed the thick bulge in the man's shorts.  Scott moaned as
he felt the child's hand massage his rock hard cock. The boy wanted
desperately to see the man's big hairy pole.  He pulled at the shorts
ineffectually until Scott raised his buttocks and slipped the
underwear off himself.  His huge nine inch cock nearly frightened the
boy.  The massive head was half as big as his whole hand.  The shaft
was almost too thick for him to wrap his tiny hand around and the
rich mound of yellow pubic hair that nestled the man's enormous
testicles held the boy in awe.  He played with the man's cock and
poked his balls. He pinched the throbbing dick head and looked deeply
into Scott's urethra.  The boy giggled `cause it seemed he could make
the man's penis talk by opening and closing the piss slit.  All the
while, Scott moaned with delight as the boy amused himself with his
massive equipment.  But the boy wanted to try other things.  In his
dreams he had seen Freddie lick Mac's cock and now he wanted to taste
Scott. He lowered his lips to the dick-head and as he did, naturally
spread his ass cheeks so that his little boy hole was almost in
Scott's face.  Scot nearly fainted at the sight of the hairless pink
asshole gaping down at him, mere centimeters from his willing tongue.
He could smell the musty odor.  But just as he was about to plunge
in, the felt a thrill shoot up his spine. The boy was licking around
the tip of his dick head.  Electric waves of pleasure shot through
the man as he felt the hot boy-tongue on his penis.  The kid starting
licking the thick shaft like a dog lapping at a water dish.  Scott
rolled his head on the soft pillow twice, sat up and then plunged his
hot tongue into the boy's anus.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOO" the boy gasped in astonishment.

   An earthquake of delight rocked his young body.  The hot tongue
swished deep inside the boy's bowels. Scott marveled at the delicious
flavor of the boy and sucked every bit of juice from the boy-hole.
His tongue drove in and out of the hot crack and he child simply shook
with bliss.  His boy-cock swelled and throbbed in the air.  Scott
slipped his hand in between the boy's legs and grabbed his little dick
from behind.  The hair on his fore arm tickled the boy's testicles as
Scott began to masturbate the child. The boy was half kneeling,  his
arms raised to the ceiling, beating the air in delirious rhapsody as
he tried to keep his balance.  Scott tongue-fucked the boy even faster
and deeper as he played with the kids immature genitals. The boy
folded his hands on top of his head, panting and moaning loudly.

"OHHHHHHHH, HU HU HU HUU, OOOOH, UUUUMMMMMMM, HU HU HU UMMMMMM"

   The child was in a helpless frenzy with only one release.
Scott masturbated the boy rapidly, almost fiercely, until kid's body
stiffened like living stone.  The kid let out a shriek.

"EEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHH" and then went limp, nearly falling on his
head between the man's legs.

   The exhausted boy squirmed around and found his face only inches from
the man's aching cock.  Still panting from his first orgasm but aware
that the deed was unfinished, the boy dragged himself upon the man's
heavy thighs. Like some wayward traveler lost in the desert, he plunged
his little mouth onto the oasis of the man-cock.

"AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW" the man moaned as his cock slipped deep down the
boy's throat.

   The enormous head engorged and nearly choked the child.  His little
tongue had no hope of covering even half the man's cock, but just the
sight of the man-sized tool in the little boy's mouth drove Scott mad
with passion. He pumped his dick into the gagging boy.  Richie bravely
opened his throat wide to take in even more of the massive dick.  He
slurped and sucked and flicked his tiny tongue all under the head of
Scott's penis.

"Ohhhhh boy, ohhashhi, awwwooo yeah, Richie, oohhh geeez, oh wow...."
the man moaned softly.

   The man grasped the base of his cock below were the boy could possibly
reach and began to masturbate himself into the child's mouth.  Scott
had never known such ecstasy.  The kid was fairly drinking the head of
his dick while he fed him the shaft as far as the boy could take it.
His hairy balls rolled in between his legs as the child's tiny hands
tickled the hairs on Scott's scrotum.

   " ohhh, geez, oh yeah kiddo, ohhh, wwaaaa...I'm gonna shoooot"  Scott
felt a monster load gushing form his testicles.  He didn't want to
drown the boy, so he pulled his cock out of the kid's mouth.  The boy
instinctively grabbed the cock head and squeezed it, but that only
increased the force of the man's orgasm.  Scott's body heaved on the
bed. Spurt after spurt of white hot cum erupted from the piss slit and
drenched the boy's face and hair.  Dollops of jizum dripped from the
boy's nose and chin onto his bony chest.  Before the man finished
spraying, the child was saturated with sticky man-juice.  Scott looked
at the cum drenched boy and they both laughed.  Richie played with a
white gob in between his forefinger and thumb and brought it to his
lips.  His little tongue flickered in and out of his mouth, cautiously
testing the flavor of the gooey cream.


"Its salty!" the boy giggled.

"I bet it is!" said the man.  C'mere, ya little squirt!"

   The man and boy the wallowed in a slippery embrace.  Scott and Richie
showered away the gooey mess and returned to the soft bedding
freshened, but very sleepy.  As the boy began to nod off, safe and warm
in the man's strong arms, he ventured one last question before sleep
finally took him.

"Scott....what about Freddie and Mac?"

"I don't know, kiddo...maybe, just maybe since we're here together
tonight they'll finally find each other"

   In the darkest hour of the night, as the man and the boy slept
soundly, a dream came to them both.  And in that dream, there was
the bubbling river, rushing into the desert.  Freddie sat at the
water's edge, sobbing.  The eastern sky turned grey, sure harbinger
of dawn.  The boy's shade had passed through another gloomy night.
He had felt a man and a boy, in rhapsody, somewhere deep under the
rushing stream, and that was some comfort, but it wasn't Mac. The
boy began to sob one final lament before he fled the light which
would only revel his loneliness.  When suddenly, before the pall of
sky, like a shield against the dreary night, stood at long last, the
shade of the man.  Mac opened his arms to the child.  The boy dashed
deliriously to the man's bosom.  As their essences met, dawn leapt
into the sky, but the boy and the man, wrapped eternally in each
other's arms, shown the brighter.  For all the long years of anguish
imploded into one undying instant of radiant joy.  And then, on a
soft breeze of morning, their joined spirits passed into the eternal
rest they so richly deserved.


THE END.

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