Daren Peters  new story:  TIME TRAVEL TO DO MYSELF, Mb, Fb, ped, cons

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Chapter One - A One Way Trip

I knew it was a one way trip, which my only hope of ever coming back would be long after 
my life was over, so what good was even thinking about it?  The whole system was a nightmare 
for most but for what I had in mind, it would be perfect.  Few people had ever gone back in 
time and, of course, no one had been able to return until last year.   Most believed they 
didn't survive the trip until Dr. Rogers did his 3 day trip and we had two of him for a few 
days.  



I guess I should explain the system.  If you saw the movie "The Fly", you'd have some idea 
what it was like, except it didn't look anything like that at all, just the idea was similar.  
And it didn't move you molecularly from one spot to another; in fact that was most of the 
problem.  You didn't move at all.  You just stayed in the exact same spot and appeared there 
in the past.  It was after the Doc did his trip that I knew exactly what I wanted.


I was working in accounting at General Molecular, so I knew all about the system.  It took me 
almost a year to embezzle the money and technology that I needed.  I was headed back in time 
over 50 years, back to a time when a mansion of a home cost $!00,000; when a fabulous sports car 
cost $5000; when a 15 year old boy I knew about would be easy to have.  In fact, the boy was me.  


Everything in the "box" would appear in the same physical space.  I entered the capsule wearing 
simple clothes; things I knew would not attract undue attention.  But there were other issues.  
Money was a potential problem.  I was not able to accumulate old dollars.   When I arrived fifty 
years in the past, I would not have transportation and everything that I took with me would just 
be laying on the ground.  Hopefully, at least.  Each trip required moving the lab to where you 
were going to appear.  It was not an easy task.  And what if you chose the wrong spot?  You could 
show up in the middle of, well, who knows?  


I did my homework on values.  I considered gold and eliminated it.  Fifty years ago an ounce of 
gold was pegged at $35, plus gold is heavy.  For value, I chose diamonds.  For investment, I took 
chips - not potato chips or buffalo chips, I took semiconductor chips.  Those I knew I could sell 
to Motorola; I also took a business plan and an idea.  Those I could sell to a guy named Sam who 
lived in Arkansas.  There were some things I knew I would miss - my cell phone and computer 
especially.  There were no people I would miss; the only ones that ever meant anything to me would 
be there - or near - when I arrived.


Immediately after entering the system, I found out its margin of error.  I'd set the time and date 
carefully; and emerged 17 days later than planned.  Guess that wasn't bad for 50 years.  But instead 
of showing up on the Kalmus Park Beach on June 15, when the beach would be empty, I arrived at 9 a.m.  
on the second of July, the busiest weekend of the year on Cape Cod.  I'd returned to Hyannis, my boyhood 
home.  The 3 girls lying on their beach towels jumped like they`d been shot when I appeared between two 
of them.   But being stupid girls, as most are, they thought I'd just been flirting with them.  I quickly 
walked away.


I was less than 200 yards from where my young self was.  The thought of seeing me as a kid gave me an 
instant boner.  As a boy I was smart, skinny, loved beating off, loved letting men suck my dick, and 
would take it up my ass every once in awhile if the right guy was doing me.  And I knew all my own hot 
buttons.  My dream was going to come true.


I had zero dollars and an old 40 pound backpack that I had picked up at an army surplus store.  Knowledge 
of the past would show me the way.  I knew who to look for - an elderly Jewish lady that spent her summers 
nearby.  She bought one of my diamonds for $300, a steal for her, but the money to buy it for me had been 
stolen so I didn't care.  I had enough cash to last a week.  That much money went a long way back then.


I checked into the Yachtsman Hotel, a classic 4 star on the beach where I worked as a bellboy.  I let me 
carry my backpack to the room.  "So your name is Tommy?" I asked as if I didn't know.  


"Yes, sir." The boy me answered.  I looked at the young boy, wondering if he had beat his sweet meat that 
morning, or if he'd just come down from the hotel's 3rd floor attic where I knew he frequently went to jack 
off.


"So's mine." I told him.  "How old are you, about 15?"


"Yes, sir.  I'll be 16 in September right after the season is over.  Are you staying long?"


"Yes, I think I will be.  I'd like to stay awhile.  Do you know a place I could rent for the season?"  I 
longed to tell him that I was him in 50 years but there was no way he would understand that so I didn't.


"Oh, yes, sir.  I stay with my grandparents real close.  They have a cottage you could rent."  Hehehe, as 
if I didn't know.


"Tell you what, Tommy, drop by after you get off work and maybe you and I can have dinner together.  
Afterwards we can stop by and let me take a look at the place."  His eyes lit up.  He loved it when a man 
took interest in him.  He'd been without a man in the family since his father was killed in a traffic 
accident three years earlier, just a couple of days after the old man had first sucked his little dick.  
His mother had pretty much lost it then and somehow blamed Tommy for it.  She had thrown herself into her 
work and was delighted to shuffled Tommy off to her parents last summer.  He'd enjoyed it so much she'd let 
him come again this year.  It was working here at the hotel that Tommy had learned men like little boys.  
He had become addicted to man/boy sex.  Now another man this early in the season wanted to spend time with 
him.  He felt his little dick getting hard.  He hoped this man would like him.


I unpacked my backpack, carefully concealing my stash of diamonds under the carpet in the corner of the room.  
I'd have to be careful with them.  The microchips were of little concern as no one here would have any idea 
what they were and the business plan was no problem.  Each would have its time in turn.  I stripped down and 
lay across the bed and began to slowly masturbate, thinking about the little boy who just left, the little 
boy I would have in my arms and my mouth and my bed later in the evening.   My orgasm was stupendous, shooting 
a hot load up to my face, better than any I had experienced in years.


At 7 pm, I heard a light knock on my door.   "Come in", I called as I stepped out of the shower.  I wanted 
Tommy to see me naked right away, my dick standing hard and tall in anticipation.  I had only jacked off once 
thinking about him, wanting to save it for his tight buttocks.  


"Uh, sorry," Tommy said, seeing me dripping wet and hard.  He couldn't take his eyes off my dick.  "It's OK, 
Tommy.  In fact, I was hoping you would take a shower with me."  I watched my childhood eyes grow wide, a broad 
grin slowly spreading across his young face.


"You sure?" the boy asked.


"Yes, of course, Tommy.  I know what boys like.  I was the same as you when I was a kid."  That was as close as 
I could get to the truth.  "I bet you like having men touch you and suck your dick, don't you?"  No sense in 
wasting any time.  I knew what the boy's answer would be.  "You can suck mine if you want."


The young Tommy hesitated for a minute.  "You won't tell anybody?" he asked.  Damn, I'd missed that.  I should 
have said that to him.


"Of course not, Tommy.  You and I can be sexy with each other all summer if you want.  I can take you places, 
we can do things together, I can buy you stuff.  I'll even let you dress like a girl when you feel like it.  
And we can be lovers, if that's OK with you."  I'd hit all his hot buttons.  I'd just offered the child of me 
exactly what I had craved as a boy.  He crossed the room and wrapped his arms around me.  Our lips met in a 
tender kiss that quickly turned passionate, his smooth young tongue probing my mouth, his cool hands reaching 
for my dick.   I reached his firm butt cheeks and probed for his boy cunt.


The kiss seemed to last forever.  I had never had one better and I knew he had not either.  I pulled his white 
Yachtsman uniform shirt off and tossed it on the bed.  He was busy undoing his shorts and dropped them to the 
floor as he kicked off his sandals.  I tucked my fingers into the waistband of his undershorts and roughly, 
quickly pushed them down.  I had not remembered how small my dick was as a boy.  It was not more than 4 inches 
and not that big around.  I dropped to my knees and swallowed all he had.  I took his dick and balls all into 
my mouth with more love than anyone could imagine.  My tongue stroked his shaft with utmost love and desire to 
please. The boy came almost immediately, humping his crotch firmly into my willing face.  I eagerly swallowed
all his delicious cum.  


Tommy stood there feeling like the top of his head was going to blow off, dizzy as hell.  He fell back on the 
bed and spread his legs.  "Fuck me, mister.  You can fuck me hard."  He brought his knees up to his shoulders, 
his hairless pink bum hole already opening in anticipation of being fucked.  I went down on it, spitting deeply 
into his hole, shoving my tongue inside the young boy, loving his taste, licking him in places I knew I loved 
to be licked and appreciated.   My cock had never been harder.  Pinning the boy to the bed, I shoved my dick 
into his mouth.


"Get it wet, boy, I'm going to fuck you like the little girl I know you are."  He took me in his mouth and 
stroked it with his tongue, wetting it for us to enjoy.  


"Yes, treat me like a girl, mister.  I'll be your girl.  Fuck me, please.  Do me hard." I couldn't wait another 
second, my cock throbbed to be in him.  I forced his knees into his shoulders and aimed my cock at his anus.  
It opened for me, let me in, and welcomed me.  I shoved against the small opening and the head of my cock popped 
in.  He winced in pain.  I stopped for a moment to allow him to adjust, then I shoved it home.  All the way to 
the hilt.  I was in me, knowing what wonderful pleasure both the little boy me and the big me were having.  
Nothing could ever satisfy either of us more than being together.  No cunt or ass had ever felt so wonderful.  
I pulled his legs up to my shoulders, pumped his sweet bottom only a few hard strokes before I knew the entirety 
of the situation would make me cum too soon but I couldn't hold back.  I dumped load after load of cum into the 
boy.


I collapsed on him, our lips met in a full, passionate, loving kiss.  I held his small naked body in my arms. 
"You will be my girl, Tommy.  I will let you dress like a girl when we are together.  You will suck me and I will 
suck you and fuck you every day.  You will be my whore.  Is that what you want, little girl?"


"Oh, yes, Daddy.  I will be your whore girl.  You can do whatever you want to do to me.  I love you, sir."


It was going to be a wonderful summer.




End of Ch 1