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Subject: {ASSM} The New Life of Gerald Dancy (m(M)+f+ mm oral anal) {Varangian}
Date: Thu, 14 Dec 2000 00:10:06 -0500
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Note to Moderator:  This is a new story submitted by Kellis but
written and owned by Varangian (ludmax11@hotmail.com).
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The New Life of Gerald Dancy
A story by Varangian
Copyright 2000



The taxi eased to the curb and stopped in front of a neat and 
tasteful cottage against which a variety of bushes and shrubs, 
some of them in flower, snuggled protectively.  An old fashioned 
white picket fence extended along the sidewalk, enhancing the 
intimacy.  The small house sat on the deep, wooded lot perhaps 
fifty yards from the street.  It was a neighborhood of 
impressive, wealthy homes, but none so charming as that belonging 
to Gerald Dancy, who eased himself slowly from the cab's back 
seat.

He had once been a larger man, an athlete who had somehow 
shriveled over time, but now, free from the vehicle, he stood on 
the sidewalk stooped and frail.  He still dressed meticulously, 
albeit in the style of an earlier generation.  The vest that 
matched his gray suit was perhaps too much for the warm spring 
morning, although he did not appear to be uncomfortable.  He 
breathed deeply of the lilac scent that wafted from his property, 
enjoying the small pleasure, one of the few that remained to him.  
Gerald Dancy was ninety-three years old.

He had instructed the driver not to pull into the driveway, 
because he relished passing through the screeching gate and 
walking up the path of his front yard.  The small exercise was an 
affirmation of his independence and his continuing physical 
health, however carefully he needed to place one foot in front of 
the other.  When he reached the porch, he was obliged to rest for 
a moment on an iron lawn chair to recapture some strength before 
ascending the stairs to the door of his house.  He felt a bit 
woozy.

"Help me!" called a small, tinny voice, startling the old man.

He looked quickly around, but could see no one.

"Help me," the voice cried again, seeming to come from beneath 
the azaleas.

Dancy struggled to his feet and peered cautiously into the bushes 
beside the front steps.  He gasped.  His heart missed a beat, 
when he discovered a creature with its long tail caught in a rat 
trap.  It was not two feet in height, very short for a beast that 
was clad in green satin pantaloons, a red doublet over a white 
shirt and long, curved slippers with bells on their toes.

"You!  Old man!  Get me out of this," the gnome demanded 
imperiously, pulling vainly at the heavy trap that held its tail.
Dancy leaned into the bushes and released the trap, freeing the 
strange thing that reeked of spice.

"Much obliged," it said as it hurried out onto the lawn.

Dancy peered down at the creature from a stooped position, his 
mouth agape in stupefaction.

"What are you?" he asked hesitantly.

"That's not very polite of you, mister," the small thing retorted 
angrily.  "I'm a who, not a what."

Dancy collapsed into the lawn chair as the gnome glared up at 
him, its arms akimbo.

"Well then," the man said after catching his breath, "who are 
you?"

"My name is Rumpelstiltskin," the gnome replied with an arrogant 
sneer.

"That's preposterous!  That's a name from a fairy tale."

"It's common enough where I come from, and besides I 'am' a 
fairy."

"Just where do you live?" Dancy asked, curiosity overcoming his 
shock.

"Not around here, thank God," was the reply.  "One of your dogs 
chased me into the bushes.  It wanted to eat me."

"I don't have a dog, Rum . . ."

"Call me Rump, if you like.  The dog was nevertheless on your 
property.  There aren't any dogs where I live, of course.  We 
hunted them down centuries ago."

"How did you get here?" Dancy asked politely, although he 
realized that he was beset by a senescent fantasy.

"I fell off the broom," Rump scowled.  "Just my luck."

"Well, you don't seem to be injured.  That's something."

"Perhaps so, mister.  But I can't stay out here in the wild.  I 
need shelter.  If you don't have a cat, I could stay in your 
house until my friends rescue me."

"Yes, of course.  I'd be delighted.  I don't often have 
visitors."

"I'm not at all surprised about that, old man.  You look 
pathetic.  Humans whither so quickly.  Look at me.  You wouldn't 
think I was a day over three hundred."

"No, not at all.  Perhaps even younger than that," Dancy replied 
with a broad grin, knowing for a certainty that he was delirious 
and on the verge of an easy death.

"Could we go inside?" Rump asked, looking about apprehensively.  
"It's savage out here."

"Why, yes, of course.  Would you like me to carry you up the 
stairs?"

"I suppose," Rump grunted in resignation, "but don't cuddle me."

Dancy leaned down and pulled the small creature into his arms, 
cuddling it despite its wriggling protests.  It was like holding 
a baby, although Rump's pinched, rat like face was not at all 
human.

"Put me down!" it demanded indignantly after they entered the 
house.

Dancy obliged the creature, delighted by the fantasy, obviously 
his last.  Rump, now free on the living room floor, shook his 
body like a wet dog.

"I didn't enjoy that, old man.  And besides you smell sour."

"Perhaps I should take a bath."

"That won't help.  All you humans stink.  I'm hungry.  You 
wouldn't possibly have any mint soup?"

"Sorry, Rump.  I'm all out of that," Dancy answered gaily, 
enjoying his death, hoping it would linger a while longer.

"What's your name, old man?  I owe you, and my law says that I 
have to perform a ritual."

"I'm Gerald Dancy," the man replied as he lounged blissfully on 
his couch.

"Gerry. I know that name.  A lot of Irish wee folk have it."

"Are they some of your people?"

"You needn't insult me, Gerry!  They're worse than humans."

"Rump, you said you owe me by your law," the man mumbled, falling 
half to sleep.

"Yeah.  I owe you a wish for saving me," the gnome replied with a 
certain distaste.

"You will give me a wish?"

"Yes, of course man.  Are you deaf?  What do you most want?"

"I would like to be eighteen years old again, Rump, if you want 
to know the truth.  I'm alone.  Everyone has died on me, even my 
children.  I want to die and become eighteen again."

"I can't give you death, Gerry, but eighteen is easy."

Rump stretched to reach Dancy, who now lay unconscious on the 
sofa.  He bit the man's thumb viciously as his beady eyes glowed 
red.


* * *


The living room was utterly dark, when Dancy awoke on the couch, 
and he wondered how he could possibly have slept through the 
entire day.  He struggled to remember curious things that nagged 
his mind, something about a gnome.  But that mental effort was 
quickly pushed aside with the astounding realization that his 
cock was hard.  Not only that, it also wanted attention, an 
orgasm!  Dancy had not had one of those in perhaps twenty-five 
years.  He sat up on the couch, and again he was amazed that he 
managed it so easily, so effortlessly.  His lungs were also 
clear; he was not wheezing.  He felt fresh and strong.  He jumped 
up in a panic and stumbled to the bathroom where he switched on 
the light and stared into the mirror.

"Ahhhh!" he screamed loudly, because looking back at him from the 
mirror was the image of a young man, one scarcely older than a 
boy.  It looked familiar, Dancy thought.  It resembled the boy he 
had once been seventy-five years in the past.

"Why am I hallucinating like this?" He said aloud to himself.  
But it seems to be so real, he thought, like one of those dreams 
where you can just lean down and suck your own cock.  He stared 
at the toilet waiting to awaken, but he remained as if he were 
already awake.

The gnome!  The gnome has placed me in some kind of trance, Dancy 
concluded, smiling broadly at having solved the mystery.  How 
long will it last? he wondered.  How "real" is it?  With a joyous 
grin he resolved to learn

He tore at his clothes furiously, feeling himself to be in a race 
to undress, and when he finally shed his undershorts and they 
fell to his ankles, he stood naked with his cock at proud 
attention.  It throbbed in anticipation of some special handling.  
Dancy grasped the meat almost lovingly, feeling its exquisite 
texture in his hand, feeling his hand on it.  He began to pull on 
it with his fist, gently at first but with a growing urgency when 
a tingle informed him that trance or no he was about to shoot.  
He felt the rising semen pass the point of no return and suddenly 
erupt from the swollen head of his cock.  He screamed aloud in 
youthful jubilation and watched in amazement as he spewed thick, 
white globs on to the bathroom floor.  There was so much of it!  
And the pleasure!  He could not truly remember when it had last 
felt that good, so absolutely fulfilling.


* * *


Dancy stood naked in front of the large mirror in the hallway 
near the light switch.  God, he was blond, he noted, admiring his 
youthful body that was virtually hairless except for his head and 
pubic bush, which was also golden.  He was sleek like a swimmer.  
There was still a hint of prettiness in his handsome face, the 
cheeks of which had yet to need a razor.  He played with his cock 
until it again became stiff.  It was of ordinary size, but he 
could not imagine wanting a different one.

"Time to go out and visit the world," he announced to the 
reflected image, then turned to enter his bedroom.  He rummaged 
in closets and boxes for clothes appropriate to someone his age.  
He found what he needed: loafers, slacks, a long sleeve blue 
shirt, a beige windbreaker.  He dressed and returned to the 
mirror to examine his appearance, and he smiled in approval.  
Before leaving the house he retrieved some twenties from a small 
safe that held a tidy stash of money.

Young Dancy whistled as he strode down the sidewalk toward a mall 
three blocks away where teenagers congregated in the evening.  It 
was not yet ten o'clock on a Friday.  He thought about buying a 
car the next day.  Indeed he resolved to undertake a whole series 
of things necessary for his new existence, not the least of which 
was the transfer of money and property from the old Dancy to the 
new.  He would need new ID.  He felt confident; he had once been 
a crafty lawyer.  He intended to behave as though his new life 
would endure.  Every second as a young man was to him something 
precious, a moment to savor.  He could not know how much time he 
had, but that is the case with all mortals.


* * *


The mall's food court, located near the multi-screen cinema, was 
crowded with young people.  Every table was taken and small 
groups gathered around the walls of the place.  Most of the 
youngsters appeared to be in their mid to late teens, and Dancy 
was delighted at the beauty of so many of the girls and a few of 
the boys.  He was one of them, now.  He was their peer and could 
vie for their sexual attentions as he had never done in his old 
life.  He had been a virgin when he married his first wife, and 
he had no other woman but her except for his second wife.  Only 
two females in a long lifetime, and neither was as young as these 
now available to him.  He almost shivered in anticipation.

"Hi," a female voice sounded in his left ear.

Dancy turned to see a couple of girls standing close by.  One, 
perhaps seventeen years old, was almost as tall as he.  She was a 
well filled out blond girl with a pretty face that had probably 
been kissed many times.  The other one was younger and stood a 
head shorter than her companion. She had dark brown hair and a 
pale face that was a bit mousy in a cute way.

"I haven't seen you here before," the tall one said with a smile.

"I'm from out of town," Dancy smiled in return.

"I'm Stacey," the blond stated and offered her hand.  "And this 
is my cousin Nancy."

"My name is Gerald Dancy," he replied and shook their hands in 
turn.  "People call me Dancy."

"And here comes George," Stacey announced and tilted her head in 
the direction of a young man who approached with three paper cups 
of Coke.

George was a tall, dark haired guy in need of a shave.  Stacey 
made the introductions.

"Would you like to hang out with us, Dancy?" George asked 
affably.

"Yes, of course.  I don't know anyone here," Dancy replied with a 
slight wave of his hand at the throng of young persons.

"Nancy is also alone tonight," Stacey said slyly.

The four of them stood and tried to chat, but they needed to 
raise their voices because of the din around them.  Dancy learned 
that George was a freshman at the local university.  Stacey was 
finishing the eleventh grade, and Nancy the eighth.

"I'm fourteen," the latter hastened to state.

Dancy smiled at her, evidently his date for the evening.  "I'm 
seventeen," he said.  "I finished high school last year, and I 
haven't yet decided about college."

Actually Dancy did not have any idea how old he was.  He could 
pass for sixteen, but no more than eighteen.  Yet he had the 
memories of a ninety three year old man.

"You must be smart," Nancy replied with some awe in her voice.

"Hey, Dancy," George interrupted.  "It's really noisy in here.  
Do you want to take a drive?"

"Sure.  I'd love to."

They quickly walked from the structure and into the large parking 
lot.  The air of the cool spring evening was very refreshing 
after the closeness and odors of the food court.  George and 
Stacey, holding hands, proceeded some yards ahead of the other 
two.

"They want you along to keep me company," Nancy whispered.  "I 
hope you don't mind.  They can't make out with me sitting alone 
in the back seat."

Dancy could only infer that the girl was offering herself for 
some back seat petting, but he couldn't be absolutely certain.  
He took hold of her hand and she squeezed back with a shy smile.

They all stopped next to a four-door sedan, a new Ford Taurus.

"It's my dad's car," George explained as he fumbled for the keys.  
"I live at home."

"When we want to neck," Stacey boldly announced, "we usually 
drive out to the gravel pit."

"Sure," Dancy replied, "but if you like you could come over to my 
grandfather's house.  He's out of town."

"Really?" George enthused.  "That's great!"

Stacey did not appear to be as eager, but she shrugged her 
shoulders and got into the car.  Nancy and Dancy occupied the 
rear seat.  The vehicle drove off with a blare of music coming 
from the radio.

"Stacey doesn't want to go all the way," Nancy whispered in 
Dancy's ear.  "She'd rather make out at the gravel pit with us in 
the back seat."

Dancy was surprised the girl would confide in him about that 
subject, because she didn't know him.  He supposed she was 
hinting that the four of them should stay in sight of one another 
at the house.  He put his arm around the girl, who snuggled to 
him readily.

"This is really nice, Dancy," Stacey gushed as George drove up 
the long driveway.  "It's so secluded yet we're in the middle of 
the city."

"Yes, my grandfather has over two acres, mostly wooded.  He's 
lived here for decades, but he says he doesn't know any of his 
neighbors."

They got out of the car and went into the elegant, small house, 
which had two bedrooms, two baths, a study, an eat-in kitchen and 
a large living room with several couches.  George pulled Stacey 
down with him onto one of them where they immediately embraced 
and kissed.

"Could you lower the lights, Dancy?" Stacey asked after less than 
a minute.

Dancy stood next to a couch beside Nancy who seemed to tremble in 
nervousness.  He went to a bedroom, turned on a light and 
partially closed the door.  He then shut off the lights in the 
living room, which became agreeably dim.

"Do you want to sit with me, Nancy?" Dancy asked in a low voice, 
taking hold of the girl's hand.

He could barely make out her face in the gloom, but he could see 
her nod affirmatively.  They sat down slowly together, and Dancy 
took the willing girl into his arms.  A sudden squeal from across 
the room caused the girl to giggle and relax.  Dancy palmed her 
cheek, and she raised her face to him, inviting a kiss.  It was 
not a perfect kiss, but to him, so recently a very old man, it 
was exquisite.  It was the first of many.  Eventually their 
tongues became engaged.  All the while he fondled her bare upper 
arm which was full but not heavy, slender but not skinny.  She 
was not a small girl, just a bit short.  They heard groans from 
across the room that were not caused by just kissing, which were 
soon followed by a gasp and a brief shriek.  Nancy shivered in 
Dancy's arms, and her next kiss was especially passionate.  He 
dared to touch a breast with his finger tips, and when she did 
not protest he palmed it.  It scarcely filled his hand, yet it 
was well formed and soft.  Nancy did not wear a bra.  When he 
sought to unbutton her blouse, she stayed his hand for a moment, 
but then allowed him to continue.

"Oh, god!" Stacey called out in the dark

With her blouse pulled aside, Dancy had full access to Nancy's 
modest tits, and he proceeded to explore them with his mouth.  He 
shuddered in excitement.  He placed a hand on her thigh and felt 
the softness beneath her jeans.  She pushed his hand away at 
first, but very soon, during an intense kiss, she allowed him to 
touch her groin.  He masturbated her through the fabric.  The 
girl surrendered fully to the pleasure, groaned and then, before 
long, cried out loudly in orgasm.

"Are you all right, Nan?"  Stacey called.

"Yes," the girl answered weakly.

She became quiet and comfortable in Dancy's arms, snuggling to 
him.  They listened to a growing, hushed commotion from across 
the dark room.

"Stop," Stacey hissed.  "We can't get naked."

"It's too dark for them to see us," George whispered heavily.

There followed an audible rustling.

Nancy let Dancy take off her blouse and undo her jeans  She 
resisted, when he tried to pull them down, but she soon lifted 
her butt.  The panties followed.  Dancy was quickly naked also, 
reclining with the girl on the spacious couch.  He wanted to 
fuck, desperately so.  The girl was beneath him.  They squirmed 
together.

"Oh Christ, oh my god," Stacey yelled aloud and then screeched 
for a few seconds.  "Stop please," she soon begged.  "I'm too 
sensitive there now."

Nancy opened her legs for the boy atop her.

"I'm on the pill," she whispered and scooted her butt forward.

Dancy gasped in excitement when he felt the girl guide his rigid 
cock to her opening.  He entered easily.  To his surprise he 
learned that she was not a virgin.  The feel of his cock inside 
her warm tightness almost drove him wild.  They set up a rhythm, 
and Nancy soon revealed herself to be highly orgasmic and a 
screamer.  She experienced a string of climaxes accompanied by 
loud wails before Dancy lost it and roared out his pleasure.

"Please don't, please George, don't put it in." they heard in the 
afterglow of their ecstasy.

"Oow!" Stacey cried in pain. "Please take it out.  It hurts 
awfully."

Male grunts were audible.

"George, hurry, finish up.  You're killing me."

George yelled aloud without inhibition, and then the dark room 
was completely quiet.


* * *


"Let's go into the bedroom," Dancy whispered to the girl.

She was agreeable and he helped her to her feet.

"I'm leaking," she giggled as he led her by the hand to the spare 
bedroom, the one without a light on.

Dancy closed the door behind them, went to the attached bathroom 
and turned on its light.
He could then see her dimly but well enough.  Her naked body 
exuded youth, and it was in perfect proportion.  Her pubic bush 
was not fully grown and he could see her labia.

"Are you certain you're fourteen?" he asked as he came toward 
her.

"Since yesterday," she giggled in response.

They embraced in the middle of the room.  Dancy rested his chin 
atop her short cropped hair.  He was in heaven.

"Do you want to take a shower with me," he purred, and she nodded 
her head against his shoulder.

In the crowded shower stall he washed the lovely girl, exploring 
her exquisite body with his hands and mouth.  He wanted to have 
her again, this time more slowly and in the comfort of a bed.

They were not entirely dry when they climbed upon it.  She 
cuddled to him.

"I'm sure you noticed I wasn't a virgin," she said dreamily as 
she played with his half erect cock.

"That's not important," he replied, thrilling to the feel of her 
naked body in his arms.

"I suppose not.  I did it twice before a couple of months ago.  
The first time hurt and so did the second.  He was a boy from 
school.  We did it both times on a Saturday in his basement."

"Did I hurt you tonight?" Dancy asked curiously.

"No, silly!"  You're the first boy who has ever given me 
pleasure.  You knew how to do it even with my jeans on.  It was 
awesome."

"I liked it better with your jeans off," Dancy murmured as he 
nibbled on her neck.

"Me too!  I thought I was going crazy."

Dancy raised himself onto an elbow to view the naked loveliness 
beside him.

"I could eat you up," he gasped.

"Stacey has told me about that," she replied with a shy look.

He needed no further invitation.  Nancy raised her knees and 
spread her slender thighs as he positioned his head between them.  
Dancy had never eaten out a woman before.  His two wives had been 
old fashioned about that.  But this was a lovely, fresh girl, not 
a woman.  He pressed a cheek against the softness of an inner 
thigh and just gazed at the banquet before him.  He fell upon it 
greedily.  It was almost like a dream, an old man's dream.  Her 
loud noises gave him instruction, where and how to pleasure her.  
Her body convulsed finally with a scream and she pushed his head 
away.  He was quickly atop her and into her.  The sheer joy of it 
was overwhelming.  Her contorted face remained lovely.  Her 
digging nails did not wound him.  Her eyes and mouth opened 
widely as he pushed her closer and closer to ecstasy.  He prayed 
it would be soon, because he was about to lose it.  They screamed 
together in orgasm.  Nancy was not entirely finished, and managed 
to gain another, smaller pleasure from Dancy softening cock.  He 
supported himself on outstretched arms above her and looked into 
the girl's magic face.  She smiled wanly at him.

"Nan, we have to go," Stacey said softly from the open doorway.

Dancy looked quickly over at her.  She was fully dressed.  George 
hovered behind her, looking into the room at the naked couple.

"Give me a minute," Nancy replied with annoyance.

The door closed. Dancy lay on his back next to the girl, his hand 
at her moist groin.

"I don't know you, Dancy.  You just came along, when I was in the 
mood.  I'd like to do it again, but you know, I'm not in love 
with you."

"You like to fuck, don't you?"

"Yeah.  Especially after tonight.  Are you going to be in town 
long?"

"It's open-ended with me.  Perhaps we can do it again."

"I'd like that, Dancy, but I have to go now.  Stacey must be in a 
foul mood because of what George did to her.  I'll call you next 
week."

Nancy got up from the bed and walked naked into the living room 
where her clothes were strewn on the floor.  Dancy went to the 
doorway and watched her dress as George ogled the girl.  Stacey 
looked at the naked boy, at his body and seemed to nod her head.

When the three had left Dancy sprawled on the bed and hooted in 
jubilation.  Were most girls so easy, he wondered, or had he just 
gotten very lucky?  Whatever, how improbable it might have been, 
he had actually scored with a genuine Lolita.  There was no end 
to it, he was convinced.  He didn't want marriage, nor education 
or a career.  He had already done that.  He just wanted to fuck 
pretty girls until oblivion.  He nodded off thinking of Stacey.  
After she heals, he thought at the edge of sleep, she would 
probably be a great fuck.


* * *


Dancy awoke early the next morning to find a gnome perched on his 
tummy.  The sight of it so startled him that he rose too quickly 
and the creature fell off the bed and bounced on the floor.

"Christ!  Can't you be more careful?" the rat faced thing cried 
out indignantly.

"Rump?" Dancy inquired, peering over the edge of the bed.

"I'm obviously not Rump, you racist bigot.  Do we all look the 
same to you?  I'm Rachel," it explained and stood upright.

"OK, Rachel.  What are you doing here?"

"I have some bad news for you, kiddo.  Rump went over budget with 
you and the boss is really pissed.  It's give back time."

"Give back what?" Dancy cried angrily and sat abruptly on the 
edge of the bed, Rachel standing below him.

"You have a nice looking thingy there, fella," the gnome opined, 
touching Dancy's limp penis with a wand.  "Not too large, but I'm 
sure it serves you well."

"What does this have to do with my cock?" Dancy demanded.

"It's too young," the gnome sneered.  "You're too young.  Rump 
gave you forty more years than is fair by our standards.  You 
only freed him from a rat trap, for Christ's sake!"

"He was about to be eaten by dogs!" Dancy protested.

"What is this?" the rat face cocked its head slightly.  "You 
think you can negotiate with the boss?  Think again!"

"Well, you tell your boss I'm giving back nothing."

"You'd better cooperate, guy, or we'll have your sorry ass in the 
slammer.  You fucked an underage girl silly last night.  I have 
it all on tape."

"She wasn't underage!  I'm sixteen and she is fourteen.  There's 
just a slight delinquency involved here."

"My film shows a ninety year old geezer wheezing on top of an 
innocent young girl."

"So where is he, this geezer?  Certainly not in my house."

"Listen, Dancy.  Bend a little.  We can give you age fifty and 
good health.  That's not a bad deal."

"Shit!  What does an ugly bug like you know how it's like to be a 
teen age boy with adult experience?"

"You don't have to be abusive, fella," the gnome responded 
defensively.  "You'll just have to agree to this."

"You can't take it away, can you?" Dancy declared in triumphant 
derision.  "You need me to give it back."

"Listen, Dancy, be nice.  I'm going to be in hot shit up to my 
knees if I don't pull off this deal."

"That's your problem.  You can always move in with the Irish Wee 
Folk."

The gnome shook its head in incomprehension.  "You are absolutely 
disgusting to suggest something like that," it said and then 
disappeared.


*  *  *


Dancy jumped gaily from the bed, delighted at the realization 
that the disgusting gnomes had no hold on him, could not take 
away his youth.  In the shower that morning he played with his 
young cock, bringing it hard and eager for pleasure.  He decided, 
though, not to whack his meat in the shower but do it on the bed 
while watching porno videos from the seventies.  The old man in 
Dancy's youthful body was absolutely jubilant, knowing that he 
could jack off that morning, score twice with a girl before 
supper and still have enough left to masturbate again at bedtime.

He went into his bedroom still moist from the shower and rummaged 
in a closet in search of some favorite movies from thirty years 
before.  The front doorbell sounded.  Dancy grabbed a towel and 
wrapped it around his waist as he padded to the door.  He hoped 
it was Nancy or perhaps Stacey, eager to fuck, which was, of 
course, always preferable to jacking off.

"Who are you?" The woman demanded, when the door opened and a 
half naked boy stood before her.  She ogled his youthful chest 
and graceful legs and felt a sudden, insistent itch between her 
legs.  "What are you doing here?  Where is Mr. Dancy?"

Dancy knew the woman.  It was Rita, his twice-weekly housekeeper, 
a sexy young thing who was not quite thirty.  She did a bad job 
at cleaning the house, but he had kept her on because he liked 
looking at her and dreaming of being young again.

"I'm Gerald Dancy, III," he explained to the buxom woman who was 
otherwise slender.  "Dad took Grandpa Dancy to a nursing home 
this morning.  Grandpa fell and broke a hip, and Dad decided he 
couldn't live alone any longer."

"I bet the old coot was furious about that," Rita responded with 
a certain smile, accepting the boy for whom he claimed to be.  
His face strongly resembled that of the old man.

"Yeah, he sure was!  But he's gone to a really nice place, very 
upscale."

Dancy wondered if the flesh of a boy a dozen years younger than 
she could tempt Rita.

"Oh, I'm sorry.  I didn't introduce myself," the woman 
apologized.  "My name is Rita.  I'm Mr. Dancy's housekeeper on 
Tuesdays and Saturdays.

Her eyes riveted on Dancy's hairless chest.  "Do your friends 
call you Jerry?" she asked coyly as she moved past the boy and 
entered the house.

"Nah, people just call me Dancy.  In my family I'm known as 
Little Dancy.  Dad is Big Dancy, and Grandpa is Old Dancy.

He delighted in the imposture and the made-up story.  He thought 
he had a chance with Rita, because the woman could not resist 
ogling him.

"How old are you, Little Dancy?" Rita asked, standing close to 
him.

"Fifteen," he replied, deciding to stretch it a bit.

"My, you are large for a boy that age," Rita gushed, "but I can 
see that you don't shave yet."

She could not resist stroking his bare arm with a palm.  "When 
will your father return?" she asked with an uneven voice, now 
fondling his left shoulder and standing with her face almost 
touching his.

The old man had once been a good actor in college plays.  He 
managed to blush and stammer like a virgin boy.  "Ah, not until 
late this afternoon."

"Oh, I'll be gone by then, Jerry.  May I call you Jerry?"

Rita had both hand's on his cheeks and pushed her lips against 
his lightly.  She kissed and licked them very gently as she 
reached down and pushed away Dancy's towel, which fell to the 
floor.

"Opps!" she exclaimed with a playful giggle and pulled his naked 
body to her for a tight embrace.

"Have you ever had sex, Jerry?" she whispered seductively into 
his ear.

Dancy was elated at the fun and tried hard to keep in character.  
He buried his face into Rita's neck and mumbled, "No".

"But you want to, don't you?' she purred, stroking his back, 
feeling his hard cock push against her.

He nodded his head slightly against her shoulder.

"I'd bet a boy like you could come four or five times before 
noon, maybe more."

Dancy felt Rita's hand enfold his rigid cock.

"Oh my, Jerry!  You're not such a young boy down there," she 
gasped in delight.

Bingo! Dancy thought and moved his hands onto Rita's perky butt.

"You want to do it, don't you?" Rita cooed, her lips against his 
cheek.  "Let's go into the bedroom."

Dancy feigned shyness and allowed himself to be pulled along by 
Rita's hand.

"You needn't feel nervous, Jerry," she assured him as they stood 
beside the bed.  "Just lie down there and you can watch me get 
undressed."

Dancy climbed onto the bed and lay on his back.  He did not have 
to pretend that he was excited by what was in the offing.  Rita 
disrobed slowly, as if putting on a show for the boy.  She had 
magnificent thighs, he thought, and he determined to explore them 
with his mouth.  She looked intently into his face as she reached 
behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor.  
She knew how large breasts fascinated boys, and hers were not 
only generous; they poked out without much sag.  Dancy licked his 
lips involuntarily, and Rita giggled at the sight.  Her panties 
were quickly gone, and she stood above him a moment before she 
crawled onto the bed to lie beside him.

"Darling, I'm afraid you'll come too soon and leave me 
frustrated," she gasped in their naked embrace.

"I just jacked off," Dancy lied and rolled onto the woman who 
raised her knees in invitation.

They were about the same height, so they could easily kiss as 
they fucked.  Dancy gave up the pretence of being an 
inexperienced boy and brought forth all his knowledge to pleasure 
his lover

"Oh god, Jerry, you're a natural," she moaned in rapture, clawing 
at his butt cheeks.

Dancy had wanted to fuck this woman since he was ninety years 
old, but he had never been able to get it up even in a fantasy at 
night.  He pounded her in youthful vigor, exultant, and Rita 
responded with cries of growing urgency.

"Oh Christ!" she yelled suddenly, feeling an ecstatic pulse, but 
she then screamed out of control when an orgasm of unprecedented 
magnitude overwhelmed her unsuspecting body.

Dancy was in glory!  He was determined to fuck the woman 
unconscious.  She soon screamed again and then fell limp beneath 
him.  He continued fucking her, although more slowly, relishing 
the feel on his cock, wanting to come, which he did with a 
shudder of his body and whimpers from his mouth.

Twenty minutes later Dancy did her again with the same results.  
Before noon she promised to become his slave.

"We're selling the house, Rita," he explained, "and we're 
returning to California."

"Can't I join you there?" she pleaded.  "I'll do anything!"

"You'd wind up in jail," Dancy warned as he kissed her lips 
gently.  "My dad watches me like a hawk.  He's a religious freak, 
Rita, a Christer who beat me when I asked him about masturbation 
at age twelve.  He keeps telling me that Jesus never jacked off 
or ever had sex.  He guards me like a virgin girl.  He's also the 
chief prosecutor of Sonora County.

Rita began to cry convulsively, dismayed at having found and lost 
the most perfect lover of her life, the most beautiful boy in the 
world, all in the course of a single morning.

"Let's do it one more time, darling," Dancy offered, rolling atop 
the sobbing woman.  "Then you'll have to leave."


* * *


"Hey!  Wake up!" The gnome stomped his feet on Dancy's belly."

Dancy saw the creature blearily before his eyes focused.

"Which one are you?" he asked in weary resignation.

"I'm the boss, asshole.  Can't you tell?"

Dancy looked down his body at the gnome on his stomach and 
noticed that indeed he was clad differently.  He sported a yellow 
sash.

"Does the sash make you the boss?" Dancy inquired, not quite 
awake.

"It's an emblem of office," it said indignantly, "and of course 
I'm the boss.  I'm here to get back what's mine."

Dancy sat up and the gnome fell off his belly onto the covers of 
the bed.

"I thought this was settled," Dancy protested, swinging his feet 
to the floor and standing.  "I'm not giving back anything.  It 
was a fair trade."

"Fair!  You get seventy five years for saving an incompetent like 
Rump and you call that fair?"

"That was the deal," Dancy stated defiantly.

"Well, Mr. Human, I just can't accept that.  Rump was not 
authorized to give you so much."

"Well I have it, and I'm not giving it back," Dancy sneered 
confidently.

The gnome squatted on the bed as though it were about to piss.  
"Listen," it said seriously, "I answer to a higher troll, and I 
can't go to him and report this.  He'd chew my head off, 
literally."

"I'm sure you would grow a new one," Dancy responded 
sarcastically.

"Of course I would, you dolt!  But can you realize the 
humiliation I would feel?"

"I'm giving back nothing, nothing at all," Dancy insisted.

"Let's talk about this," the gnome suggested, squiggling it's 
body onto a pillow.  "Rump gave you seventy five years.  Think of 
that.  You don't need all of them.  I mean what about the last 
thirty years of your previous life?  You hacked phlegm 
ungracefully every morning,  You couldn't get it up at the sight 
of a boy or girl however pretty."

"I never did boys," Dancy protested vehemently.

"Really?  You don't know what you're missing.  But to get back to 
my point, you were just hanging on for those last thirty years.  
Doctors, doctors, and doctors.  Do you really look forward to 
those probes up your ass?  I have something better to offer."

"What's better than what I have now?" Dancy pouted.

"I can offer you forty five years starting from this minute," the 
gnome said, squirming its shoulders like a money changer.  "You 
can have the young part of a life."

"And after forty five years? What then?"

The gnome stirred uneasily.  "Well," it hesitated, "we'd no 
longer be responsible for you."

Dancy thought for a moment and suddenly realized what it meant.

"You will guarantee me forty five years of life?  Against 
accidents?  Against disease?"

"That's it sweetie," the boss gnome clapped its hands. "Isn't it 
a wonder deal?"

"And what about after forty five years?  What then?"

"You're on your own then, stinky human.  You might rot with ass 
hole cancer."

"You mean you won't kill me?" Dancy asked incredulously.

"We don't kill.  We're not like you savages," the gnome scowled.

"I'll agree," Dancy stated enthusiastically.  "Where do I sign?"

"You already have," the gnome answered in a bored voice and then 
disappeared.


* * *


Three days later Dancy answered the doorbell to find George, 
Stacey, Nancy and another boy on the porch.

"Hi," George said.  "We wondered if you were still in town."

"I lost your phone number," Nancy explained with some 
embarrassment.

"Is your grandfather still away?" Stacey asked hopefully.

"Yes, I'm still here alone," Dancy replied.  "Come inside.  Why 
aren't you in school?"

"There's a teachers' conference," Nancy and the new boy said 
simultaneously.

"And I'm cutting classes," George grinned.

"There're Cokes in the fridge," Dancy announced.  "Go help 
yourselves."

The group of young people moved toward the kitchen, Dancy 
following.  His eyes focused on the new boy who was either an old 
twelve or a young fourteen year old.  He was a slender one with a 
perky butt and longish blond hair.  At the door Dancy had been 
struck by the boy's pretty face.

Stacey already had the fridge open when Dancy entered the 
kitchen.  The five people crowded the room.

"I haven't met your friend," he said, nodding at the boy.

"He's not a friend," Stacey said sourly handing Cokes around.  
"He's my brother, Kevin."

"He followed us," Nancy added with clear disapproval.

The boy obviously threatened to ruin the fun that the other three 
had anticipated in the privacy of the house.  Dancy winked at the 
boy who grinned back nervously.  The lad clearly did not realize 
the problem he posed.  He seemed to be a total naif.  With Cokes 
in hand the five of them drifted into the large living room and 
sprawled on chairs and couches.  George sat down next to Dancy.

"Could Stacey and I use one of your bed rooms," he asked in a low 
voice, almost a whisper.  "We'll clean up afterwards."

The old Dancy inside the young one marveled at the horniness of 
youth and wondered how he could get Nancy alone for a long fuck.

"Sure, go ahead," he replied to George, who immediately stood and 
walked across the room to collect Stacey.

"Where are you going?" Kevin asked in a high pitched voice as the 
two older youths went into the bed room.

"They want to be alone for awhile, Kevin," Nancy said irritably.  
"Go watch some TV."

"What are we going to do with him around?" she groused as she sat 
next to Dancy and leaned against him.

"Why don't you take him into the other bed room?" Dancy smirked.  
"He's about your size."

"He's a year younger than I," she insisted.  "He'd freak out if I 
made a move on him.  We've known each other since forever."

"So, you would like to have him, wouldn't you?"

"He's grown as tall as I," she replied wistfully, "and he's still 
a pretty boy."

"I bet he has a lovely body," Dancy said, urging the girl on.

"You should see him in his speedos!"

They looked over at the boy who faced away from them watching 
television.  Dancy took the willing girl into his arms and they 
kissed desperately.  He undid a button and inserted a hand into 
her blouse to verify that she wore no bra.  The old man was again 
in heaven.

"What are you doing?" Kevin asked loudly, standing ten feet away 
from them.

"You're a big boy, Kevin.  You should know," Dancy said easily.  
"We're making out.  Haven't you ever done it?"

"Not with a girl," he blurted, and immediately realized his 
indiscretion.  His face turned beet red.

"You're a queer!" Nancy stated in delight.

"Am not!" the boy insisted vehemently.

"All boys his age play around, experiment in one way or another.  
It doesn't mean he's queer," Dancy explained, trying to relieve 
the boy's embarrassment.

"Did you do it?" Nancy asked with a focused stare.

"Sure," Dancy lied.  "When I was twelve I had a buddy and we did 
everything together.  And then we found girl friends."

"I never did everything," the boy protested weakly.

"You should try everything at least once, Kevin," Dancy said with 
a soothing voice.  "Sit beside Nancy."

The boy hesitated a moment then sat down on the other side of the 
girl.

"Give me your hand," Dancy demanded, not too forcefully.

Kevin extended his arm across the girl between them.  Dancy took 
hold of the hand and inserted it into Nancy's blouse.  The boy's 
eyes grew large and his mouth opened widely.  Nancy scowled but 
she did not protest.

"Isn't that something?  Have you ever felt anything like it 
before?" Dancy asked 

The old man was on a roll.  He was having such delicious fun.

"Let's take off Nancy's blouse and look at her titties," he 
suggested.

Nancy gave him a quick glance.  Dancy saw a small smile on her 
face that told him for certain she wanted to fuck her pretty 
cousin.  Kevin's hands trembled to such an extent that his 
fingers could not undo the buttons.  Dancy did the job and pulled 
off Nancy's blouse.  She had small shoulders and slight arms.  
Her breasts were half formed, clinging tightly to her chest.  
Excited nipples poked from modest, brown areolas.  Kevin's hand 
remained inches away from those soft orbs, afraid to touch them.

"Kiss her, Kevin," Dancy urged the boy.  "Kiss and feel her."

The boy was paralyzed.  It was Nancy who made the first move.  
She grabbed her cousin and brought his face to hers for a kiss.  
Kevin then responded naturally and fondled those lovely, soft 
tits as Nancy taught him how to kiss properly, tongue and all.  
Dancy took off his shirt as he watched them.  The old man inside 
him was jubilant.

"Do you want to see all of her, Kevin?" Dancy asked as the 
younger ones took a moment to breath.

The boy gaped at him.  He rubbed his groin unconsciously as Dancy 
pulled down Nancy jeans to reveal slender, soft looking thighs.  
Dancy took the jeans off completely and also removed her shoes 
and socks.  Then he pulled the girl's panties off.

"There," Dancy exclaimed to the boy.  "Isn't she lovely?"

Dancy stood and began to remove the rest of his clothes.  He 
urged the boy with his eyes to do the same, but Kevin remained 
immobile, in a state of shock.  Dancy pushed down his underpants.  
His cock was hard, and he intended to fuck Nancy.  He would show 
the boy how to do it.

"Get undressed, Kevin.  Let me help you," Dancy said in a calm 
voice.

Both Dancy and Nancy undressed the stricken lad.  He was indeed 
lovely.  His only body hair were a few strands above his five 
inch cock which was agreeably thick.  Dancy, on his knees before 
the boy, having pulled down his underpants, could not resist 
taking that member into his mouth for a quick taste.

"Dancy!" Nancy exclaimed, shocked at such homo erotic behavior.

"Oh, I'm sorry.  Ladies first," he smirked and stood upright.

Nancy looked at him strangely.  He pushed on her slight shoulders 
and she went to her knees in front of the boy.  Without any 
further prompt she began to suck on the young cock avariciously, 
running her hands up and down the boy's sleek thighs.  Kevin's 
facial expression revealed both terror and bliss.  Dancy kissed 
his pouty lips just as he squealed in orgasm.

Nancy and Dancy quickly turned from the boy and rolled together 
on the carpeted floor.  They traded Kevin's semen back and forth 
as they kissed until they both swallowed and got into position 
with Dancy atop the girl.  Kevin watched the two of them seeming 
to wrestle with attendant grunts, sighs and loud gasps.  It did 
not take long for the two of them to achieve orgasms.

Dancy stood, his wilting cock slick from fuck juices.  He pulled 
Nancy to her feet and the two of them faced an astonished Kevin, 
whose cock was again hard.

"Let's go into the bedroom," Dancy suggested, taking hold of the 
boy's hand.

Nancy walked awkwardly, grasping Kevin's other hand while seeking 
to stem the flow of semen down her thigh with a free hand.

"It's your turn now, Kevin," Dancy assured the boy, who was 
totally bewildered by the suddenness of his sexual initiation.

Nancy readily laid herself on the bed and Dancy push the boy atop 
her.  He wriggled in confusion until Nancy took hold of his cock 
and positioned it.  She pushed her body onto the modest pole, and 
the boy, gasping in delight, began to fuck awkwardly, slipping 
out from time to time.  Dancy leaned over them to stroke the 
pretty boy's girlish thighs and perky butt.  The concealed old 
man was in a frenzy of excitement.  Kevin squealed suddenly in 
orgasm.

"I knew he couldn't last," Nancy complained and pushed the boy 
off her.

Dancy was about to come to the girl's rescue, when he heard a 
loud, indignant voice behind him.

"What going on here?" Stacey shouted.

"We've been fucking, Stacey, the same as you," Dancy replied 
calmly.

He looked at the older girl who stood naked in the doorway, her 
mature body extravagantly inviting.  Kevin cowered on the floor, 
yet stared at his sister's nakedness.

"Kevin fucked?" she exclaimed incredulously.

"He's old enough," George said, standing behind the girl in the 
doorway, also naked.

"But he doesn't last," Nancy complained as she fondled her groin.

"George," Dancy asked in a reasonable voice, "why don't you give 
Nancy some relief?  I'll take care of Stacey, if she wants."

Dancy walked calmly to the door, to the astonished Stacey and the 
randy young man who pushed into the room and raced to the bed 
upon which Nancy lay.  Dancy took the girl's arm to urge her 
away, to the other bed room.

"No," she protested quietly.  "I want to watch."

They stood in the doorway and looked at the fucking couple on the 
bed.  Nancy's knees were raised high beside George's body and she 
thrust back vigorously at his every poke.   Nancy began to moan 
and cry out.

"Come," Dancy whispered into Stacey's ear, his hand on a mature 
young breast, "it's our turn now."

She went with him willingly.  Kevin followed.  In the other 
bedroom they collapsed on the bed, and without foreplay began to 
fuck.  She was a taller girl, so Dancy was able to kiss her as 
his cock worked a marvelous magic on the orgasmic young woman.  
She gasped, moaned, rolled her head back and forth and then cried 
out loudly several times in succession.  She was limp, when Dancy 
realized his own pleasure with powerful grunts.

Kevin had been watching them closely from a kneeling position 
beside the bed.  Dancy got up and urged the boy onto the bed, 
onto his sister whose eyes were closed.  Those eyes blinked open 
when Kevin penetrated her.  She gasped, when she saw who was atop 
her, but she did not push him off.  Instead she embraced the boy 
and pushed back at his thrusts.  Kevin lasted this time, long 
enough at least to bring Stacey to a screaming orgasm, one 
rendered more intense by the excitement of incest.

Dancy slumped in a nearby chair and thanked the Troll on high for 
such blessedness.

Later, when they had showered and dressed, they gathered at the 
front door chatting excitedly about how wonderful it was to have 
a private place where they could have fun.

Dancy pulled Kevin aside for a brief moment.

"You can come here alone, Kevin," he said in a low voice, "if you 
want to do some boy things with me."

The pretty thirteen year old gave the young Dancy a grin and a 
wink, which caused the old Dancy inside to flutter in excitement.


* * *


Kevin was at Dancy's door the next afternoon after school at 
about 3:30.

"Come on in," Dancy's invited the boy, sexually aroused at the 
sight of him, knowing that he was soon to experience a homosexual 
encounter.

"It was fun yesterday," Dancy remarked as he closed the front 
door.

"It was absolutely awesome," the boy gushed.  "I never thought it 
could be like that."

"So now you have two girls to keep you satisfied," Dancy said 
with his arm around the shoulders of the pretty blond boy who 
stood half a head shorter than he.

"I don't know about Nancy," Kevin replied with a dour expression.  
"She's still angry at me for finishing too quickly."

"Be sweet to her.  I know she likes you," Dancy said quietly as 
he unbuttomed the boy's shirt.  "You can always bring her here."

"Stacey came to me in the middle of the night and we did it 
again," the boy announced proudly.

"You're a lucky boy to have such a loving sister," Dancy 
responded admiringly.

It was the old man who took the shirt off the pretty boy, who 
marveled at his narrow shoulders and hairless chest.

"But you still like to do it with guys?" Dancy asked softly.

"I like the feel of cock," Kevin confessed without embarrassment.  
"And you're not much older than me."

"I'm your sister's age," Dacny commented as he undid the boys 
trousers and let them fall to around his ankles.

"Yeah."

Dancy knelt and pulled down the Kevin's underpants.  He stroked a 
girlish thigh and then stood to take off his own clothes.

"You said you liked the feel of cock," he said calmly as his own 
hard member, sprung into view with the removal of his shorts.

"You have a nice one," Kevin murmured and took hold of it.

"You said you're not queer," Dancy chided the boy.

"I'm as queer as you," he responded with a grin, "but I also like 
girls."

"You like sex."

"Yeah."

"What do you want to do?" Dancy asked in an excited voice, taking 
the boy into his arms for an embrace.  "I've never been with a 
guy before."

"I'm sure we'll figure it out," Kevin replied, taking Dancy's 
hand and pulling him toward the bedroom.

On the bed Dancy caressed the boy's lovely body as he kissed him 
fervently.  He knew he would suck a cock that afternoon.  But he 
felt suddenly woozy and closed his eyes.  In his drowsiness Dancy 
saw the image of his mother, her arm extended, beckoning.


* * *


Everyone was naked, but it seemed perfectly natural.

"Little Dancy," his mother chided.  "You should not play with 
your brother like that.  He's too young for that sort of thing."

The woman stood before him, short and heavy, her large breasts 
drooping.  But she beamed the purist love at him.

"He did me last night," Nancy said, "and I liked it."

"Me too," Stacey admitted.  "He's as good as George."

"Dancy," his mother scowled without anger, "I can understand that 
you would go to bed with your twin, but Nancy is really not old 
enough."

"We're not really twins," Stacey protested.  "I'm five minutes 
older than he."

"Are you people ready to go?"  Big Dancy declared from the 
doorway.  He was fully clothed.  "As soon as your cousin George 
gets here we can leave for the cottage."

Dancy took the naked Kevin into his arms again and kissed down 
his adolescent body, wanting to suck his beautiful cock at least 
once before they all crowded into the car and drove for hours to 
Lake Michigan.

"Dancy!" a voice shouted with painful loudness.


* * *


"I dropped him off and came back less than ten minutes later to 
deliver the photo album he left in my cab.  I found him like this 
on the lawn chair."

"He doesn't seem to have suffered," the ambulance attendant said.  
"Look at the smile on his face."

"He was really old."

"Yeah.  I don't think I want to live to become that old."



END
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