Perverts 'R' Us
Andromeda Rising - Chapter Three
By Chillun ( M/b, sci-fi, oral )
The usual disclaimers apply - no resemblance, copyright, etc.
Dylan spent the next few days trying his best to avoid situations where he and Jimmy were alone together, other than putting him to bed each night, when he made sure that Jimmy was asleep before he joined him. That didn't stop his brain though, every night he suffered from nocturnal emissions, and every morning he had to clean up the evidence of his lust, usually off Jimmy.
For his part, Jimmy became quieter and less animated as each day went by. He quit asking Dylan for sex; in fact, he quit speaking to Dylan almost altogether, except when addressed directly. He picked at his meals, and was distracted during his lessons.
Finally, one afternoon in Harper's science lab, while Harper was showing the little boy one of his new 'toys', tears started leaking out of Jimmy's eyes, running down his cheeks and dripping off his chin. Harper, not as insensitive or as flaky as he led people to believe, scooped the child into his arms and hugged him to his chest. Jimmy exploded into full blown sobbing, clinging to Harper like he was his last hope.
"Hey there, soldier, what's the trouble? You can tell old Harper, you know; I won't squawk about it, promise." He rubbed the boy's back, carrying Jimmy around and crooning to the distraught child, wondering what could have caused this sweet kid to be so upset. Jimmy had wooed his way into the whole crew's heart and Harper would be damned if he'd let anyone get away with hurting this child. Eventually, Jimmy calmed down enough to speak.
"Come on, tell me what's up. You know I'm a genius, kid, I can fix anything that's broke in this whole universe, and if I can't, it ain't worth fixin', trust me."
"Dylan...doesn't love... me." Jimmy gulped between breaths, his head lodged between Harper's shoulder and neck.
"What're you talkin' about? Of course he does. We all do, an' don't you forget it, bucko."
"No he doesn't," Jimmy insisted, "He won't touch me, and when I ask him to, he gets mad at me."
"Well, I've seen him touch you, Jimmy. He holds your hand, and lets you sit right next to him, and carries you on his shoulders." Harper wasn't sure what Jimmy meant.
"No, no, no, not like that, I mean at night, when we sleep. My old master touched me all the time, and I miss it so much." Harper was flabbergasted. Having grown up under Nietzchean domination, Harper hated them with a passion, Tyr being one of the few exceptions.
"Did you like the way your old master touched you, Jimmy?" he asked quietly.
"Uh huh," Jimmy answered, "and I want Dylan to touch me, too, and he won't!"
In Harper's universe, child sex was much more common than at any other time in history. On Earth it was a way of survival, and since the fall of the Commonwealth, and the domination of the Nietzcheans through most of space, it had lost much of the stigma it formerly had. Harper himself, and most of his peers, had periodically sold themselves for food, medicine, drugs, or whatever they happened to need at the time. Although Harper had personally hated every minute of it, he knew of others who hadn't. Some people were just made that way, and Jimmy, obviously, was one of them.
The trouble was, Dylan had come from an era where that sort of thing was considered deviant behavior, and he couldn't wrap his mind around the way things were now. He tried to explain this to Jimmy, but it's hard to explain a type of morality to a six-year-old whose hero didn't love him, as he saw it. "Well," Harper thought to himself, "I guess I'm going to have to explain the facts of life to our dear Captain."
"You'll just have to trust me, Jimmy. I'll speak to Dylan and explain the problem to him. Understand that he's trying to protect you. I'm sure Dylan loves you very much, and doesn't realize how much it hurts you." With this Jimmy leaned back and through his teary eyes, beamed at Harper.
"You promise, Harper?"
"I promise, bucko. On my word as a conniving genius." Harper hugged the boy close, and plopped him back on the table. "Now let's talk about something really important, like what a clever guy I am."
Later that watch, Harper sought out Dylan in private. "Hey, Boss, how's it hangin'?"
"It's hanging just fine, Harper." Dylan responded, wondering where the hell Harper came up with some of his colloquialisms.
"Boss, you know I'm extremely unwilling to discuss personal type stuff with anyone, but, I've got this kind of problem, and I think you're the only one who can solve it for me."
"Okay, Harper, what is it?" thinking, "what kind of harebrained idea has he come up with this time?"
"What it is, Boss, is a six-year-old kid bawling his guts out in my lab, because the guy he hero worships, you, doesn't treat him right!"
"Hold on, Let me finish." Harper continued, forestalling Dylan's attempt to interrupt. "I know your ways aren't our ways, but times have changed while you were sleepin' and I won't let you continue to hurt that sweet little kid any longer! He thinks you don't love him because you won't give him what he's been asking you for. Now, if you can't, then let me know, and I'll find someone who can, probably Tyr, who at least understands what the boy wants. It's not the best answer, but at least the kid will be somewhat satisfied, even if it isn't what he really needs. That being you."
Dylan replied, incredulous, "Let me get this straight, Harper. Are you telling me I should just go on and have sex with a SIX-year-old BOY?"
"Yep. He wants it, and I suspect, in spite of your attempts to deny it, so do you."
"It's wrong, Harper, by any sane standard of morality. How could I face myself if I give in to that boy?"
"In case you haven't noticed, Boss, we live in a pretty insane Universe. The way I see it, giving Jimmy the happiness he wants is saner than makin' yourself and him miserable, all for the sake of some three hundred-year-old notions that No One in this universe subscribes to. Maybe someday we can change things back to the way they were, but that doesn't fix Jimmy's trouble, or yours. So, give it up, Dylan. Let that kid have some joy. Lord knows we don't get much in life, and this is an easy one. He's happy, you're happy, or at least less of a bear than you have been, an' believe me, Boss, you have been. That's all I've got to say. If you can't, or won't satisfy Jimmy, say the word, and I'll find someone who can." With that, Harper turned and walked away, leaving Dylan resting his chin on his chest.
All the rest of that day, Dylan brooded over his conversation with Harper, wondering how he landed himself in the middle of this crazy scenario. Everything he believed was turned upside down since his revival. A six-year-old, wanting to have sex with him, and his crew, encouraging it!
"In all honesty I want it, too," Dylan conceded in his own secret heart. "I love that sweet kid, and I can't stand for him to be miserable. I guess, when in Rome..." to use one of Harper's more obscure colloquialisms. He'd deal with his own prejudices and problems when they arose. Now, the main issue was Jimmy's unhappiness and Dylan could and would deal with that! So the issue, at least partly resolved, Dylan put his energies towards the problems of the day.
That night, while undressing Jimmy for bed, Dylan broached the subject he had been avoiding for so long. "Jimmy, I know that I haven't been treating you very well lately, but you must understand that this is all new to me. Where I come from what you want was considered a crime. It's not that I don't love you; it's just that I've found it very hard to consider doing what you ask. I never meant to hurt you, or make you think I don't love you, it's just that it's difficult to change the way I've thought my whole life. Do you understand any of what I'm trying to say?"
"Oh yes, Dylan, Harper explained it to me this afternoon. But, how can something that feels so good be wrong?"
"Well," Dylan hesitated, yet again confounded by a child's logic. "I guess what makes it wrong is when one of the people involved is forced into something they don't want."
"But I want it Dylan, don't you?" Jimmy asked seriously.
"I guess I do Jimmy, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since you came on board. What bothered me was that you were only asking for it in order to please me."
"Oh no, Dylan, I truly like having sex, and I'd really like having it with you." That finally broke Dylan.
Gathering Jimmy up in his arms, he crushed Jimmy to his chest and whispered into his ear, " I love you, Jimmy, you'll never know how much!"
"Then I guess you'd better show me." the little imp responded gaily. Wriggling out of Dylan's arms, Jimmy scrambled onto the bed, saying, "Hurry up, Dylan, I've waited long enough!"
Peeling his clothes off, and leaving them in a heap on the floor, Dylan joined his new love in bed. "I'm a little new to this, so you'd better show me how to get started, Jimmy."
Jimmy scooted over next to Dylan, and reaching out lifted Dylan's semi-erect cock in his small hands. Expertly, he began to caress the length of it, encouraging it to reach full extension. The feeling of Jimmy's soft hands caressing his engorged cock recalled all those nights of dreaming for Dylan. The little boy bent over and slurped the end of Dylan's uncircumcised penis into his pink mouth, just managing to get the whole head in and started sucking for all he was worth. The boy's tongue caressed the purple cock head as he continued manipulating the rest with his two hands.
Jimmy slipped his tongue between the foreskin and glans, reveling in the taste of Dylan's manhood, using his spit and the pre-cum oozing out to lubricate the head. In ecstasy, Dylan just lay there, watching Jimmy slobber over his knob, not entirely believing what a great little cocksucker he was. No woman had ever laved his prick like this six-year-old boy.
That first morning had given him only a hint of what Jimmy was truly capable of. If he wasn't careful, Dylan was going to blow his wad any second now. Reaching down, Dylan gently disengaged Jimmy's mouth from the end of his dick, murmuring, "Hold on a minute, tiger, I'm too close."
The little boy's face was flushed and covered in saliva and the lubricant oozing from Dylan's slit. Jimmy's own child's cocklet was stiff as a board, standing proudly out from his rounded little belly. Dragging him up the length of his hairy stomach till they were face to face, Dylan slipped his adult tongue into Jimmy's willing mouth. They kissed passionately, tasting each other for the first time.
"The kid kisses as good as he sucks cock" was Dylan's thought. His large hand was holding down Jimmy's round butt, grinding his stiffie into Dylan's hairy chest, while his other hand roamed all over the boys back and legs, getting the feel of Jimmy's incredibly soft white skin.
Jimmy pulled back from their kiss, looking down at Dylan's face with some concern, "Am I doing okay, Dylan?"
Suddenly, Dylan was filled with shame for having caused this beautiful kid so much grief in the past days. Holding his small head between his two big hands, Dylan looked deep into Jimmy's eyes, "Jimmy, I am so sorry for the way I've treated you lately. Can you forgive me, please?"
For a moment, Jimmy said nothing, then with a hint of a grin, he replied, "Only if you let me suck you some more."
With a burst of laughter, Dylan slapped Jimmy's sweet ass, "Well you better get at it then, I need a LOT of forgiveness. This time, though, let me return the favor." So saying, Dylan turned Jimmy until they were in the sixty-nine position. With his neck propped on a pillow, Dylan was just able to reach Jimmy's cock while enabling the small boy to resume his enthusiastic sucking of Dylan's monster.
With Jimmy's legs firmly wrapped around Dylan's head, he latched his hungry jaws onto the slimy knob he'd been dreaming of, while Dylan tentatively opened his mouth and engulfed the child's sex in his wet, dark, cavern, laving the stiff little cock and balls with his thick tongue. Using his hands, Dylan kneaded the perfect globes of Jimmy's buttocks, setting up a rhythm of alternate push-pull, sliding him back and forth on the end of his cock while forcing Jimmy's meat in and out of his own clinging lips.
While he worshipped Dylan's spit slick glans with his mouth, Jimmy used his small hands to explore the remaining inches of thick meat, tenderly fondling the loose nut-sack and slipping his sly fingers into the crack off Dylan's ass to tickle his rosebud.
That was all it took to smash Dylan's restraint. With a deep groan, he forced the boy deeper onto his fuck-stick and erupted into the tight wet mouth, shooting over and over down Jimmy's throat. Jimmy had his own dry orgasm right then, spasming under Dylan's hands while he tried to swallow as much cum as possible.
They both collapsed into a sweaty heap, exhausted by the intensity of their mutual climax, but neither relinquishing the meat in their respective mouths. They lay stuck together for a time, until finally, Dylan maneuvered Jimmy around so he could cuddle the child in his arms. Jimmy grinned up at his hero, thrilled that his wishes had come true.
Dylan, seeing the joy on the boy's face, smiled back and asked, "Was it all you hoped for, Jimmy?"
"Uh humh," the tired little boy answered, "At least until you fuck me."
End of Chapter Three