("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2011. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Other by Tom (tje@mail.nls.net) *** A man is mysteriously transported back to his childhood, with the full knowledge of a 45 year old adult. (bbg, youths, bi, 1st, sci-fi) *** I awoke in the bed I remembered so well, in the room that had been mine until I left home for college. I awoke as if I were at age twelve. I awoke and I was age twelve. I was in a parallel universe, one of an infinite number. In this one everything in the world had proceeded exactly as it had when I originally lived those first twelve years of my life. From the point of my awakening the world began to evolve differently, how differently I did not know. All those events which in my original life after age twelve had been determined by purest chance could now happen differently. A certain tornado might not appear, and one that had not appeared in my original universe might appear in this. Nothing was predestined. I could make different choices and experience different outcomes. I would relive my youth in another way. I would not make certain, painful mistakes. I would do this because my mind had access to the memories and feelings of a man who had lived sixty two years, before he became again twelve. How I contrived to reach this parallel universe is my secret. I will only say that it was the first time that I had done it. I intend to do it again and again; relive my life from age twelve. The only thing that will stop me from doing it an infinite number of times is some accidental death that catches me so quickly that I have no time to make the jump. My mother called up the stairs, saying that it was time to get up for school. My mother! I thought how I longed to see her again, to embrace her and kiss her cheek. Perhaps this time she would not die in that freak accident which took her life when I was twenty. I yelled downstairs that I was up. I got out of bed and stripped naked for the shower. I looked in the bathroom mirror and was shocked at my reflection. I had forgotten how beautiful I had been, was, at age twelve. My hair was raven black and my eyes light blue. My skin was slightly pale, and my features were delicate; my face was very pretty. I had a pubescent boy's chest with nipples raised on small cones of flesh. My belly was flat. I went back into the bedroom and looked at myself in the full length mirror on the closet door. My legs were gorgeous, shapely and soft looking, sexually alluring. They were devoid of hair, as was my groin. My penis was creamy smooth and half hard. I played with it and it became erect; no more than four slender inches. I got into the shower, lathered my body and proceeded to masturbate. Oh! it was so splendid. It hadn't felt that good in decades. As I descended the stairs I was determined to act naturally, to be the same boy that I had been the day before. I did well enough, although my mother wondered a bit about my affectionate hug. I was not a stranger in another body. I had all the memories of the past days, weeks and months. I knew that at school the first thing would be social science and that we were studying the state government. I had done my homework the previous evening. At school I would pal about with Jimmy and Sam. Sam had not yet begun to jack off and we kidded him about it. I remembered that Molly was in my class, although she was a year younger than I, eleven and one half. Originally I had rebuffed Molly's efforts to interest me in her. I had found her face, which was in transition, a bit awkward. I was mean in rejecting her and I had embarrassed her. Yet, by thirteen Molly had became the most beautiful girl in school and she wouldn't give me the time of day. This time, I resolved... I was going to be nice to Molly and make her my girl, even though Jimmy and Sam would poke fun at me. I rode my bike to school, joining a stream of other kids, some of whom waved at me, and I responded, knowing them well. At the bike rack in the school yard Sam came up and gave me a familiar punch on the shoulder. I was glad to see him; he was a really close friend, closer than Jimmy, who was a bit too wild for me. Years later, when Sam confessed to me that he was gay, I remembered a few times, when we were pubescent and a little older, that I thought he touched me provocatively. This time I would respond positively to his touches. Sam was prettier than I. * In home room I sat next to Molly, who smiled shyly at me. I smiled back rather than scowl as was my previous habit, and I could see that she almost gasped in surprise. Molly was a lovely blond girl with braids on each side of her head. The old man in my mind found her calves to be exciting as well as the bulges that poked at her blouse. The original twelve year old boy had failed to appreciate those qualities of the girl until it was too late. I said a few nice words to the girl, and she became flustered. She was obviously infatuated with my pretty self. School was boring. I knew all the answers, of course, but I had to keep my grades at an unsuspicious B+ level. I had to make deliberate, stupid mistakes. I did not want to become a sudden prodigy, which would attracted too much adult attention. I was more interested in being just a kid, a kid with the secret sophistication of a long-experienced adult. Despite school, the next few days were blissful for the old man inside my mind; revisiting old haunts and friends. The twelve year old boy behaved naturally and no one could suspect the truth. The days stretched into weeks; my new life was well underway. I was very nice to Molly, which only deepened her infatuation with me, as I intended. But I would not rush after her; she would come to me. Then, one Friday night, I went to Sam's house for a sleep over. I was excited and wondered what would come of it. Sam was so pretty. We played card games with his two sisters, one older, one younger than he, both beautiful. I had become overwhelmed by the realization that the world was populated with children about my age, the beauty of whom could not be truly appreciated by the ordinary twelve year old boy. That exquisite, young beauty would become evident to most boys only when they had grown older and the children had become legally and morally out of reach. That is one of life's tragedies. But in my second life I appreciated that incredible beauty and it was in reach. Sam was a boy who was one of the few his age who understood it. We were in his room and I could tell that he found the shape of my thighs alluring. We were in our underpants, ready for bed. I thought that he was absolutely gorgeous, but I would not initiate anything. I hoped that he would touch me that night, and I would let him. In my original life there had been no sleep over until months later. In bed together, with the lights off, Sam confessed, in a whisper, that he had been jacking off for several weeks. I gave him a bravo. Then he turned to me, his face very close to mine, our bare legs touching, and suggested that we get naked and do it together. I agreed at once, to his relief. We threw back the sheet and pulled down our underpants. His cock was no larger than mine. With three fingers and a thumb we began to jack off, looking into each other's face. It did not take us long. As I was approaching my climax I saw his body stiffen, his face grimace, and he buried his head into my neck and shoulder as he shot his spunk onto my body. I was right behind him. We had stifled our groans. Sam did not move his head away from me. I put my arm around him and he snuggled closer. He began to kiss and lick my neck. I ran my hand down his back and fondled a buttock. Sam turned his face up so that our cheeks were together. I waited impatiently for him to kiss my lips, which he finally did. We kissed for the longest time. I was in heaven. The first time I ached to kiss the face of a pretty young boy I was nineteen years old, and knew that I could not, that I would never know the excitement of loving such beauty. Sam and I kissed and fondled each other, but that night we went no further. We fell asleep in each other's arms. * In the morning, after we awakened, Sam looked at me sheepishly. I reassured him with a loving palm on his smooth cheek. We showered together and I bathed him with my soapy hands, feeling his lovely young body, cleansing his penis briefly. Then he did me, more lovingly, fondling my limbs, kissing me at times on the lips. He masturbated me deliberately from behind, his hard cock poking at my anus. I leaned forward slightly and invited him in. Penetration was not very painful. Sam fucked my ass and jacked me off at the same time. I admired his physical coordination. He came first with a groan and I soon followed. We became twelve year old homosexual lovers, learning to fuck and suck each other with a gentle passion. I exalted in the experience as did he, but my ecstasy was the realization of a long, forbidden yearning. Sam became jealous of my interest in Molly. I told him that he was my boy friend and would always be, and in fact we remained lovers long after we grew hair and developed the bodies of men, until we entered college and went our separate ways. But I insisted that I wanted a girl friend; I wanted Molly. He could not understand, because he was not attracted to girls, but he acquiesced. He loved me that much. I fondled and kissed his beautiful legs that night, another sleep over, not believing that Molly's limbs could match his. I sucked his slender penis lovingly and received his squirts in my mouth. Again, we fell asleep in each other's arms. * For three months I had been teasing Molly with my affectionate behavior. When I finally touched my hand to hers, she wilted, almost swooned. She was an easy conquest. We began to meet after school, when our parents were still at work. We were soon kissing on the lips, and though she resisted my incessant attempts, she finally allowed me to fondle her small breasts, as I whispered love words into her ear. She let me undo her blouse and view them, to touch her bare flesh, to suckle them. They were exquisite, scarcely a handful, but perfectly shaped with roseate nipples. Later that night, behind my garage, I fucked Sam in the ass, thinking of Molly's beautiful flawless tits as I came in him. Molly let me stroke her bare legs, even her soft thighs underneath her skirt, but she would push my hand away when I reached her panties. For days I persisted and finally she didn't resist my touch. I masturbated the little girl and she experienced her first orgasm. After that I could do anything with her. The next day, after school in my room, she let me undress her and see her nakedness. She was awesomely beautiful. I too undressed and we lay together on the bed naked, kissing and rubbing our bodies against each other. Then I did something that an ordinary twelve year old would not have imagined: I went down on her. I tasted her soft thighs and went to her bare nether lips, licking them. I parted them and found her small clit. Her aroma, slightly sour, was intoxicating. I gave her three tremendous orgasms with my tongue, and she lay half unconscious when I finished. I then mounted the pretty little girl and claimed my first virgin. My slender cock did not hurt her too much, although she cried. * Within a week I was able to give her an orgasm as we fucked. Molly and I remained lovers for just six months, during which time we fucked over one hundred times. Then - suddenly - she broke it off, just before she experienced menarche. She wouldn't explain. When she was thirteen years old, she was the most beautiful girl in school, and while she would smile at me when we met, she would never let met touch her again. * When I was twenty five years old, I jumped to another of the infinite parallel universes. I was again twelve, and I again set out to seduce Sam and Molly. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 69