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Thoughts of a Boy

by Adam Bookbinder (e-mail: bifrost@ziplip.com)




A warning to readers: This story is about a man and a
woman fantasising about the woman having sex with
underage boys. If this is likely to offend you, please
read no further.




Back Cover

When Alison Ford met Chris Burton, the sexual
chemistry between them was close to explosive. They'd
corresponded by e-mail for several months after Alison
had written to comment on an erotic story he'd written
for the internet. Their correspondance was exciting,
and it wasn't long before both of them were becoming
interested in the possibility of taking things
further. When they realised they lived in neighbouring
towns, a meeting was inevitable.

Chris Burton wrote erotic short stories about women
having sex with young boys. The first one Alison read
had left her breathless, and the second, which
appeared in the same newsgroup about two weeks later,
had got her hooked. Alison loved to fantasise about
young boys at the onset of puberty, but her private
thoughts had always remained just that . . . private.
But now she was reading erotica by a man whose own
fantasy involved women with boys. Surely they were
always destined to meet and, when they did, it was a
match made in Heaven.


A note from the author

This story is loosely based on a relationship I had
many years ago. It was every bit as exciting as I've
described in the story; the only thing that's really
different is the fact that our meeting had nothing to
do with the internet. We actually met by the river in
Chester, one long hot summer's day. I was just
climbing into a rowing boat when she tripped up behind
me and accidentally knocked me in, head first! Anyway,
I dedicate this story to her and to the great fun we
had together. If you enjoy reading it then please
feel free to drop me a line and pass comment.


Chapter One

Alison Ford had walked past the cafe in the arcade
six times in the last 15 minutes. So far there had
been no sign of the man she'd arranged to meet at half-
past-twelve, but then she was almost twenty minutes
early and he'd promised not to be early himself. It
was one of the conditions she'd set if the meeting was
to take place at all. She didn't want to run the risk
of him seeing her first, because if she didn't like
the look of him, she'd just walk away; it was as
simple as that, and she knew it would be embarrassing
if they made eye contact.

Although they'd described themselves to each other
during their long e-mail correspondence, they hadn't
exchanged photographs and Alison's description could
fit any number of women who were shopping in the
arcade or sitting in the cafe. Chris Burton however,
the man she would soon meet, had told her exactly what
he would be wearing and had promised to identify
himself by placing a single red rose on the table in
front of him. He'd also said that he'd be reading a
book, and would refrain from looking up to prevent any
possible eye contact that she might find uncomfortable.

Satisfied that he hadn't arrived yet, she left the
arcade and entered a newsagents shop just round the
corner in Mersey Square. The next time she walked past
the cafe it would be twelve-thirty, and Chris should
be sat at one of the outside tables reading his book
with the rose in front of him. It was twelve-twenty-
four; just six minutes to go.

The store was busy with lunchtime shoppers and
Alison's minutes dragged slowly as she pretented to
browse the magazines in which she had absolutely no
interest. 'Spice up your sex life,' one of them
announced on its front cover. She smiled . . . with
luck, that was exactly what she was about to do.

Twelve-twenty-seven. She wasn't going to leave now,
he'd probably only just be arriving and she wanted to
walk past when he was settled with a cup of coffee and
engrossed in his book. Knowing her luck, if she left
now she'd end up passing the cafe just as he was about
to sit down, and their eyes would surely meet. If that
happened, she was certain he'd know instantly who she
was. Her eyes would give her away. Better to be a few
minutes late and have the chance to see him before he
saw her. Then, if he was an ogre, she could drift away
and disappear into the crowd.

She momentarily wondered if perhaps she ought to do
that anyway. Everything about what she was doing felt
so unatural, and yet at the same time it was one of
the most exhilarating things she'd ever done in her
life before. Lets face it, this man she was about to
meet was a complete stranger and yet he knew more
about her sexual fantasies than any of her previous
boyfriends or even her ex husband. And he knew all
these things about her before she'd even looked him in
the eye. Maybe that was what was giving her such an
adrenalin rush.

Twelve-thirty-three. It was time to make a move. It
was now or never. She left the newsagents and turned
left into Mersey Square. Crowds of shoppers milled in
every direction and she was pleased that the town was
so busy. So much the better if she decided to make a
quick get away. Her heart was in her mouth as she
turned left into the arcade. The cafe was about half
way down on the right-hand side; there was no turning
back now.

The tables outside the cafe were about half full and
some of the customers had been there the last time she
walked past. As she got closer she realised there was
someone new there, and, yes, it was a guy. 'Oh my
god,' she thought, 'and he's reading a book!' He was
slim, with blonde hair and, just as he'd said, he was
wearing a navy T-shirt and beige chinos.

Alison was close enough now to see the table and yes,
there was a single red rose on it. Her pulse raced and
her breathing became ragged. The guy whose erotic
stories she'd been reading, and with whom she'd been
discussing her most secret sexual fantasies was sat at
a table no more than about 15 feet away.

She had to keep moving but as she got closer she
began to get a much clearer view of his face. Rather
than being the ogre she had feared he might be, Alison
was pleasantly surprised to note that he was not bad
looking at all. He certainly didn't look his 38 years;
in fact, Alison could think of a lot of younger guys
who looked much older than he did.

Although she walked past slowly, there were other
women around her and three of them had stopped, as if
making their minds up about whether or not to go in.
Chris, true to his word, was keeping his eyes firmly
fixed on the book, although Alison was convinced that
he was dying to look up to see if he was being
watched. As she walked past a second time her heart
soared. He was gorgeous and he had kept every promise
he'd made in his last e-mail.

'Is this seat taken?' she asked walking up to his
table.

For the first time he looked up from his book and
smiled. He had a warm, friendly face and Alison knew
immediately that she was going to get on with him.

'Hi there! You must be Alison. It's great to meet you
at last. Sit down. Would you like a drink?' It was
obvious to Alison that he was as nervous and excited
as she was, but he was doing his best not to let it
show.

'I'll have a tea, and a Valium if they've got any,'
she chuckled.

'No, I'm afraid not, I've already asked! I think I
could do with one too. Let me order you a drink first
and then we'll talk.'

Alison tried to conceal her excitement as he returned
a few minutes later with a cup of tea for her. He was
actually one of the most fanciable guys she'd met for
a long time, and rather sweet too.

They spent the next 45 minutes feverishly discussing
all the things about each other that they hadn't
covered in their e-mails. They already knew that they
had a lot in common as far as sexual fantasies were
concerned, but they also had a lot of other things in
common too. They liked similar music, the same sort of
films, books and  restaurants. But most of all they
liked each other and Alison was thrilled when Chris
gently held her hand over the table.

It was Chris's idea that they take things slowly.
Their e-mail had been very sexual and he felt it could
spoil things if everything they did now was purely
sexual too. Sex had brought them together but he
wanted to see how well they would get on without sex
being a part of the equation. Alison agreed, although
she could quite easily imagine sleeping with this man.
The wait would be like a tease that would heighten
their anticipation and excitement for when they did go
to bed with each other.

They agreed that they would both like to see each
other again and met the following evening in a little
Italian Restaurant in the middle of town. It was one
of Chris's favourites. He enjoyed the good food and
atmosphere followed by a few drinks in the pubs around
the old market.

They met again two nights later and then spent most
of the following weekend together. Chris was so easy
to get on with and Alison was beginning to enjoy his
company more and more. It was obvious that Chris
adored her and, although so far they'd done nothing
more than kiss, they were urgent, hungry kisses and
there was a passion in his eyes that told Alison
everything she needed to know.

Finally, at the end of a virtually platonic first ten
days, they slept together in a luxury hotel bedroom
not far from where they had first met. But again, they
agreed not to discuss their sexual fantasies during
lovemaking. They knew that the fantasy they both
shared would drive them wild, but they needed to know
how sexually compatible they were without it.

Over the next six weeks their relationship went from
strength to strength. They were both falling in love
and realised that although their fantasy had brought
them together on the internet, it wasn't what was
keeping them together now.



Chapter Two (Six weeks later)

Alison's heart was pounding. It was early Friday
evening and she'd just got home from work. Chris had
sent her a text message on her mobile late in the
afternoon, telling her to look for him on ICQ as soon
as she got home. The kettle was boiling and the modem
was screaching and squealing as it negotiated with her
ISP's main server.

She was on-line and her hands shook slightly as she
heard the fog horn announcing that ICQ was loading.
She stirred her tea in the kitchen and walked through
to her computer in the sitting room. The TV was on and
the six-o-clock news had just started, but she grabbed
the remote to turn it down. This cyber chat with Chris
promised to be far more interesting.

Sure enough, his name was lit up in her list,
indicating that he was online, and she couldn't click
on the incoming message fast enough when ICQ's 'uh oh'
announced it's arrival.

Chris: Hello darling, how's your day been?

Alison: Hi sweetheart, it's been okay, but it's
getting better now that I'm chatting with you :-)

Chris: Oh you're so sweet! I've just been thinking
that maybe we ought to celebrate this weekend. It's
three months tomorrow since we first met in that
little cafe and I can't believe how lucky I am to have
met you!

Alison: You're pretty sweet yourself. I think we
should make the whole weekend a celebration. Starting
tonight, if you want. What do you think?

Chris: You bet! What do you fancy doing?

Alison: YOU!

Chris: How does Italian food, champagne and lots of
nookie grab you?

Alison: Not sure about the Italian food and the
champagne!! ;-)

Chris: Okay, well how does lots of erotic sex and me
talking dirty about little boys sound?

There was a pause before Alison replied. They hadn't
discussed this subject for three months, in fact they
hadn't mentioned it since they'd met, but now Chris
was ready to start palaying, and she knew there would
be no holding them back. Her heart was racing. The
prospect of having the man she adored make love to her
and talk openly about her most secret fantasy was
incredibly exciting.

Alison: I'm going all wobbly at the thought!

Chris: Is it still your favourite fantasy or has our
relationship taken the edge off your kinky side?

Alison: You should know from my e-mail how much it
turns me on, and nothing's changed. If anything, I
like it more because we can share in it together!

Chris: Shall we share it a bit now?

Alison: Mmmm yes!!

Chris: Are you feeling horny?

Alison: I am now! I wasn't ten minutes ago.

Chris: I want you to make yourself come for me.

Alison: You dirty pervert!

Alison: No, seriously that would be hot! I'm gonna
have to do it anyway after what you just said! I'm so
excited!!

Chris: What have I said to make you so horny?

Alison: Stop teasing me, you know what! I want you to
talk to me about young boys!

Chris: Would you like a hairless one?

Alison: Oh god, yes, you bet!

Chris: How about a 10-year-old. Nice and slim with
narrow hips, flat tummy, tight little bottom and a
hairless cock?

Alison: Oh yes!! I want to kiss him and feel his
tongue in my mouth. I'd squeeze his bottom while we
snogged and maybe push my hands down the back of his
jeans.

Chris: Careful, you'll give him a hard on.

Alison: God I hope so!

Chris: Maybe you should take his jeans off and
masturbate him.

Alison: Yessss. Keep going, you're making me very
horny!!!

Chris: Are you touching yourself?

Alison: You bet, but it's bloody hard typing at the
same time!

Chris: He doesn't stop you when you unfasten his
jeans and he just watches as you pull them down over
his narrow hips. His hard cock springs out of his
underpants as you pull them down over his bulge. You
take it in your hand and gently pull his foreskin down
slowly over his swollen gland.

Alison: Wicked! I want to wank him hard, just as if
it was a man I was doing it to.

Chris: Would you like to make him come with your hand?

Alison: Yes, yes, yes! And every other way too, but I
want to wank him off and watch the expression on his
face when he orgasms. It would be so sweet.

Chris: It's a bit naughty wanking off a child isn't it?

Alison: Yeah, but I love it. Now keep going!

Chris: You push him down onto the bed and as he lies
back you gently begin to move your fist firmly up and
down his erection. He breathes deeply and closes his
eyes, moistening his lips with the tip pf his tongue
as he does so.

Chris: Then you push his T-shirt up to his chest to
expose his bare tummy. Gently you caress it with your
free hand while your other moves rhythmically on his
penis. He sighs and begins to move his young hips in
time to your hand. The sight turns you on. A 10-year-
old boy with his hips rocking up and down in an almost
bestial fucking motion; it's perversely erotic.

Alison: You're driving me wild. I'm having to stop
myself from coming!! Keep going! I love you! xxx

Chris: You bend down and lick your tongue across his
tummy. You just want to taste his young skin and,
whilst you're doing it, you start wanking him faster.
He props himself up on his elbows and looks down at
your fist pumping up and down like a piston on his
prepubescent cock.

He frowns and sucks in his bottom lip. Looks like he
knows he's going to come but he's trying to stop
himself. He's worried you'll think he's dirty if he
comes in your hand. You tell him it's okay. You tell
him you want him to come.

His flat tummy rises and falls rapidly as he takes
short little breaths. Then, suddenly, he breathes in
deeply and it becomes concave. At the same time his
hips begin jerking erratically and he drops back onto
the bed, arching his back and moaning out loud. You
can read the signs and, and, just as he's about to
come, you take his stiff penis into your mouth and he
cries out in ecstacy as he reaches orgasm, squirting a
few small drops of sweet baby come onto your tongue.

His cupid lips form a perfect 'O' as he sighs out
loud. His eyes are screwed tight shut and he's sucked
his bottom lip right into his mouth.

Alison: Mmmmm, I've come too! Thank you darling, that
was lovely!!! I'm glad we can play with our favourite
fantasy again!

Chris: Me too! I've missed it. But I think we both
know that we're not just together for the fantasy, so
I don't think either of us will feel insecure if we
start having fun with it again.

Alison: Definately not. Just as long as we don't
ignore other things too. There's lots of other fantasy
stuff that turns me on too!

Chris: Our minds are definately the most sexual organ
in our bodies and it's nice to meet someone who
appreciates that. Anyway, speaking of fantasies, in
the last three months I've written a few stories for
ASSM that are ready for posting. How about you read
them first and give me your comments?

Alison: I'd love to. Why don't you just come over and
we can play with our boy fantasy a bit more?

Chris: Shall we just have a night in at your place?
We could order pizzas in-between orgasms and I'll
bring a couple of bottles of wine.

Alison: Sounds wonderful. Get here as soon as you
can. I'll get undressed!

Chris: I'll be there in about 20 minutes.

Alison: Drive safely darling.

Chris: I will. I love you. xxx

Alison: I love you too. xxx


Chapter Three

Chris parked his car round the corner from Alison's
apartment. His hands were still trembling he was so
excited, and he couldn't seem to think straight. He
locked the car before realising that he'd left the two
bottles of wine in the boot, then after retrieving
them, he dropped the keys and banged his head on the
door as he bent down to pick them up. He'd never met a
woman as erotic as Alison. She was so at ease with her
fantasies and discussed them so openly and unashamedly
that it somehow made everything even more exciting.

Alison sounded as excited as he was when he announced
himself over the security intercom. When she opened
the door to her apartment she was wearing her baggy
pink and white striped cotton pyjamas and Chris knew
from experience that she'd only be wearing her panties
underneath.

The front door opened directly into the L-shaped
sitting room, with the small kitchen just around the
corner. He could smell fresh coffee percolating and
noticed that Alison had left the dial-a-pizza menu on
the sofa.

'For in-between orgasms,' Alison grinned as she
noticed where he was looking. 'And I haven't forgotten
that you did say orgasms plural!'

Chris turned, slipping his arms around her waist and
kissing her fully on the lips. She had gorgeous lips
he thought; so soft and sensual.

'Don't get greedy, you've already come once!' he
chuckled.

'That wasn't even the appetizer. If you can keep
talking just like you were typing on ICQ then I think
we might be awake all night!'

Chris smiled, leading her gently over to the settee.
'You sit down here and I'll go and get us both a glass
of wine. Red or white?' he called from the kitchen.

'Red please,' she called back, 'It'll go nicely with
the pizza and we can save the white till later.'

He returned with two glasses and an open bottle of
red wine. Sitting down in front of her, he put the
glasses on the coffee table and half filled them with
the ruby red liquid.

'You know one of the things I love most about sex?'
he asked rhetorically, 'Talking about it. I love it
when two people can let go of their inhibitions and
use their imagination to turn each other on.' He
passed a glass of wine to Alison while he spoke,
shifting his weight from his left to his right leg.

Alison took a sip of her wine. 'We're just like each
other then aren't we? One of the things I love is when
we discuss exactly what we're going to do to each
other before we go to bed. I know that some people
might say that it spoils the spontaneity, but it's so
erotic planning what we're going to do to each other.
I'm usually so horny by the time I'm climbing the
stairs that I nearly orgasm from my thighs rubbing
together!'

'How important are your fantasies about boys?'

'Well, very. I come to them a lot.'

'How often do you fantasise about boys?'

'Quite a lot because it's my favourite one. But there
are other things that turn me on too, like other
girls, having two men at the same time, being watched
by other people while I'm having sex, oh and loads of
other things too.'

Chris smiled. He just loved women who would talk to
him like this about their erotic imagination. 'Do you
ever feel guilty for fantasising about little boys?'

'No way! Why should I? They're my private thoughts
and I can think about whatever I like!' She said this
with slight indignation. 'Hell, if I want to think
about a 12-year-old getting sucked off by horny women
till his knees go weak and he drops to the floor then
I will do . . . it's my fantasy!'

'Will you do something for me darling?' Chris asked.

'Just name it,' she replied, her eyes narrowing to
slits as if she were expecting his request to be ever
so slightly indecent. She hoped it would be.

'Open your pyjama top and stoke your nipples while we
talk.'

Alison's breasts were quite small but her nipples
were pert and hard. She pinched them gently, then ran
her fingertips across and around them. As she did so
Chris pulled off his T-shirt and jeans, then knelt in
front of her in just his navy, cotton briefs. His
erection was clearly visible through the thin material
and he stroked it sensuously while he watched Alison
playing with her nipples.

Alison was especially aroused by what they were about
to do. It was wonderful for her to have someone to
share her decadent fantasy with. It made it so much
more exciting to have Chris talk to her about things
that turned her on so much; things that up till now
she had always kept so very private. But for Chris,
she knew that she was his fantasy. To have her
fantasising about boys was his fantasy; she was his
fantasy come to life and she liked that.

'How would you like me to masturbate and talk dirty
about boys?' she asked.

'Oh god yes! And be as dirty as you like. Don't hold
anything back.'

Her right hand slid down to her stomach while her
left continued to gently squeeze and stroke her hard
pink nipples. The tip of her tongue moistened her
lips, then she made eye contact with Chris and whilst
he gazed into her eyes she began to speak.

'I actually like males of all ages. I s'pose you
could say that I'm just nutty about men, but when I
fantasise, I like to think about the things I don't
tend to do in real life. Like having sex with more
than one guy at once. I like to imagine a group of
guys queueing up to fuck me one after the other, or
sometimes I get two guys to suck each other's cock's
while I watch, and the first one to come gets me as
the prize.

'I like to imagine doing it with another girl. I love
to think about looking down over my body and seeing a
pretty girl's face in-between my legs with her lips
glued around my hard clitoris. I love all kinds of
stuff like that but what drives me wild is thinking
about doing it with little boys. Cute little boys who
are ideally under the age of 13.'

As she spoke her fingertips slid under the waistband
of her panties, then down in-between her legs to press
gently against the hairless lips of her sex. She
wasn't shaved, her hair was removed with special
creams, and where her skin was too sensitive to use a
cream, the hair was plucked. She'd been doing it for
years and the result was smooth skin with no stubble
or rash. She smiled wickedly as she saw that Chris was
rubbing his cock with more pressure.

'You like hearing me talk like that don't you? You
like women who fantasise about little boys don't you?'

It was a rhetorical question that required no answer
but Chris nodded his reply.

'Well I do. I love little boys with hairless cocks,
and boys who have just entered puberty with their
first little tufts of pubic hair. I love their narrow
hips, flat tummies and tight, round little bottoms.
God, in my fantasy I could eat them alive! I'd like to
lick them all over their bodies, suck their cocks and
push my finger deep into their bum holes at the same
time.'

She pushed her panties down off her legs and Chris
responded by sliding off his briefs, so they were both
naked now apart from Alison's cotton pyjama top.

'Christ Alison, you're driving me wild. I've hardly
touched myself but I'm right on the edge of coming!'

'Come if you like,' she grinned, 'In fact, I'd like
to see you come while I talk. Just make sure that when
you do, you spurt it on me.'

Her hips were rocking gently now as her fingers
played with her hard little bud and there was a
playful look on her face. She watched intently as
Chris stoked his hard cock, but kept his grip loose as
if he was desperately trying to avoid an orgasm.

'I like to think of fucking a 10-year-old. A cute one
with blonde hair and big blue eyes. He'd be lying on
top of me with his smooth, flat tummy pressing against
mine and his hard little cock would be buried inside
me to the hilt. I'd press down hard on his little
bottom to get him all the way in and I'd be snogging
him full on. His mouth would be wide open and my
tongue would be sliding wetly against his. His saliva
would be mixed with mine and dribbling down my chin.
I'd grind my hips hard against him, rubbing my clit up
and down between the root of his hard cock and his
hairless pubic bone.'

As she spoke Chris had moved in-between her open legs
and was masturbating with the end of his cock over her
tummy. Gently he moved her hand to one side and rubbed
the end of his cock up and down along the length of
her moist slit.

'I don't want to come on your tummy,' he said, 'I
want to come inside you,' and with that he gently
pushed forward with the tip of his cock against the
entrance to her vagina. It sank into her slowly and
they both sighed as they savoured the delicious
sensations of deep penetration. He leant forward and
gently flicked his tongue across her nipple, then
sucking it between his lips he nibbled it gently.

She slid down off the sofa and into his lap, rocking
against him and enjoying the contact of their bodies
pressing together. Her hips rocked with him deep
inside her and she bit him gently at the base of his
neck while her fingernails trailed lines of pleasure
across his back.

'Tell me you don't think badly of me for having such
pervy fantasies,' she breathed into his ear.

'You have to be kidding,' he chuckled, holding her
more tightly against him, 'I love you having fantasies
about boys. I adore it. It's my fantasy to have a
woman who thinks like you. Christ Alison, this is
heaven to me! Just imagine that 10-year-old boy coming
inside you and the look of ecstacy on his face.
Imagine how cute it would be to hear a child moaning
in orgasm, and then you'd come too. You'd come fucking
a child! You'd orgasm with a 10-year-old boy.'

Alison bit her lip and began moving her hips more
urgently against him. 'Keep talking. I don't care what
you say as long as it's about boys and as long as it's
nasty.'

Chris was very close to his own orgasm and it would
be hard to talk in the way she wanted, with her moving
against him in the way she was, without coming.

'Imagine that first wonderful moment when you're
kissing a boy and then slip your hand into his
underpants to find his smooth hairless penis grow
stiff to your touch. Imagine peeling back his foreskin
and sucking it into your mouth...'

Without having the chance to continue Alison moved
vigorously against him and moaned, arching her back
and digging her fingernails into his shoulder blades.
Chris could hold back no longer and he moaned deeply
as his own orgasm caught up with hers and they came
together; their minds filled with erotic thoughts of
Alison doing dirty things with little boys.

'I think it's time for a pizza!' she giggled, turning
around without leaving Chris's lap and grabbing the
menu off the sofa.

'I think I've gone off the idea,' he replied, 'you
might not be able to resist the delivery boy and I'd
be jealous!'

'No you wouldn't. If he was 13 or 14 you'd let me do
it and spy on us from inside the wardrobe!' she
giggled.

After kissing and cuddling for several minutes Alison
eventually climbed off him to nip into the bathroom
and clean herself up before she left a wet patch on
her carpet. When their pizzas arrived they ate them
naked and discussed their fantasies about boys while
sharing the bottle of red wine that Chris had brought
with him. Alison told him that she'd just had the best
sex of her life. Being able to talk like that about
something so taboo had almost made it seem real, and
had brought the fantasy to life. It had been much more
exciting than fantasising on her own.

They decided to discuss some different scenarios for
their next fantasy, but just discussing the subject
turned them on so much that they were making love and
talking dirty before they'd even finished their
pizzas. That evening they explored every possible way
of making each other come. They had oral sex, they
fucked in different positions, they wanked each other
off and they masturbated themselves while the other
watched. Everything they did was accompanied by a
fantasy and by the time they ran out of stamina, the
birds were singing and the sun was beginning to rise.

THE END
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