Reading the beautiful posting, for the love of Jason, I got a feeling that somehow I was familiar with Alex, Jason and Squirt. I tried to figure out why they had such and attraction to me, until I made them flow together…..Yeh, that was very familiar. But there was more.

If someone combines the three of them, the person behind the story, the autor Loverboy becomes visible. He had to write this story to give air to his really sensitive character which he was hiding for too long. As he made one of those common jokes in his replies, “have a nice wank” , he showed his real sensitivity. He’s hiding behind these little jokes as his sensitive nature also makes him vulnerable, but he was really saying “I wish you a good job, enjoy it.”

Yeh Loverboy, got you. If you are jacking off like you say, you might be that visible, I can smell your pre-cum. If anytime you can catch me watching you, don’t hesitate, just chain me and throw away the key. That’s okay with me. But don’t let me scare you of. I just love you.

I promissed you to pay you back for your great story. I like to see if you recognize Alex, Jason and Squirt in my story and I wish you a nice time finding out which part is the fantasy in it.

Please LOVERBOY don’t hide, we all love you for your great story. Let us enjoy loving you for who you really are. This one is for you.

Enjoy part 1 as we are beginning with the end....

You like to find me at the beginning of the story? Easy, over there on the bike that thirteen year old boy. I’m hiding something under my shirt.

I ‘m going to see my friend, and nobody needs to see that I had to buy his drink. Many times I get the money and save him the problems with his family. I know what is going to come. He is working on the field and every time he drinks to much. I like to watch him and help him.

When I arrive, he will start working harder and I will help him. Together we earn us a long brake, nobody will find out he didn’t work all the time. After he has some drinks, I will have him my puppy-eyes look and he will find himself a nice place for a nap. I will nestle myself next to him and when he put his strong arms around me I feel save and happy. No-one will badger me as long as I stay with him. They always need to badger me especially at school. But he is strong like an ox, a brute with hard hands and in case of different opinions he is willing to use them. He isn’t that good with words so even grown-ups understand to take care. I’m not afraid of him, he never is brute to me. The opposite, if I feel sad and unhappy, he is the first to notice and he always tries to make me feel comfortable again. There he is, just as I told you, see, everything is normal.

He already has a bottle, nearly empty. He’s happy with the new one. He just finishes the last draught, and opens the new one, starts drinking again.

Suddenly this all doesn’t look normal to me. I look at him and that seems to make him nervous. “What the hell are you doing? You idiot, you like to kill yourself, don’t you?”

The way he stares at his big feet is as clear as a loud “yes” It hits me, I panic, this is my friend, I need him, I don’t want to lose him.....

Before he knows what happens I grab the bottle from his hands. “You know how that looks like?” “You need to see?” As I start drinking I see the same shock in his eyes as I feld before.

It is disgusting, but I don’t care. He tries to stop me, but he’s to slow.......

(AFTER ALL THOSE YEARS, I CAN STILL SEE THAT BOTTLE SLIPPING FROM MY SHAKING HAND , IN SLOW-MOTION FALLING DOWN, MAYBE TWO FINGERS LEFT AT THE BOTTOM , HIT THE GROUND AND BREAK.)

I have to run, I don’t know where, I even don’t care,just away, away from this. I fall, get up and run more. I start to vomit, fall again and just run. I find myself at a big steel door in a underpass from the railway. I know this place, I know how to open that door. Inside there is always about 40 cm dirty water. At the left side in the wall there is a small gap, giving entry to the concrete construction. I rise myself through the gap, at the other side just falling down.

I cann’t stop vomitting anymore. As the door is closed again inhere is no glimpse of light. Nobody can find or see me here. I am shaking all over and it feels like my inside wants to come out. I never knew before that somebody could feel that worse. My mouth, my throat and my stomach are burning like hell. Vomit has come into my nose, the smell is disgusting. Every thing hurts and my head seems to explode. I cann’t bear it anymore. I feel that this is it. Maybe one day they find my bones inhere. I just lay there shaking all over, and only hoping it will be over, just stop.

A big noise is coming in growing louder and louder. A train is passing by and inside it sounds like a war. Suddenly it feels like the train drags me along into a tunnel. I cann’t see the train. but there is light again. Flashes of light, I am going faster and faster. I recognize nothing only that tunnel of light. But I don’t feel bad anymore, it’s over. I don’t have any idea any more how long ago I toke that bottle, but I need to get out of here and see that I come home. If I come home too late I get myself into problems. What time can it be. I need to know what time it is. The tunnel slows down, the light flashes now look like pictures, like movies. But I need to go home. I have a closer look if there is any exit, and I see movies of myself. All those flashes are about me, they are token from my memory. As I want a closer look, I speed up again, so better forget it. Better look for a watch. I find out that I can controll that speed. But I need to go home.

The tunnel is coming to an end, at least there is a kind of shield. Holding before it, I know it. I know that I will not go home anymore and I know that this is home.

The place I cannot describe. If I would write several endless books, it want do. I only can tell you what I found out after several visit to it.

If we die, that is really the end, there is no live after death. But we need a closer look at that end. Close to the end our mind speeds up, if you know you are going to die, you may review your live in a part of a second. The moment our thoughts set free from any matter they reaches lightspeed. That means the time will stop. Eternity doesn’t take any time. It is enclosed in that moment of death. And stopping the time also includes that the speed becomes infinite. Two very big steps for a human to take. There is something, we would call God, but it only gives us eternal live, it is alive itself and not eternal, it is evolving with us, and once it will die. As time stops, time doesn’t exist, and without a feeling for time you can put nothing in order. Without time there can be only chaos. So it needs us. We have our live, the time ticking away, and when we pass over we have that time feeling. So by the way of speaking he is consuming us and witout us, he will come to his end. His existence is a law of nature. Everywhere intelligent live dies, there will be a god, or one will be born. If we realize his way to communicate, telepathic, and the infinite speed to do that we should realize what we are still missing as we do not develop this facility.

We should realize that if mankind ever has to split up, going for places thousand of lightyears away, we can stay in realtime connection by him. Because where ever we go and die......

his brother will be born.

What I can tell you about my visits to that side, my picture of him, that is my god. Later you will find yours yourself.

I pass the shield, scared and hopeful at the same time. I enter the most beautiful place ever. Like you have a forest in your livingroom, with an ocean just under your window.

I’m sure this must be heaven, will I see god. A feeling tells me he’s near and the same feeling takes me to meet him. I cannot explain why, but I feel comfortable and happy.

He seems just amused about the way I sneaked in. “You took your time” he smiles.

I want to apologize and tell him about being afraid for coming home too late, but there is no need,...He knows. Like a loving father he allows me to ask questions, look around, only I do not need to ask. If I just have a question, he seems to know and I have the answer at the same time, I feel sure I never want to leave this place. But,...every moment I stay here is forever. I feel that I am not going to loose any of this if I could go back and finish my live. Heaven is for ever, and again and again, my live on earth I have or had only once.

It’s to complicated for me, I don’t know how to ask, I don’t know if it is possible and I most certainly don’t want to be impolite by asking. But also I love my parents, my family and I want to help my friend....

I try to find words to explain, but all I get is a big complex feeling. I look at him and I feel that message slip away from me, drifting toward him and he takes it.

He give’s me a smile, make’s me feel so good........

(I hope one time if I love somebody very much, I can copy that smile, making that sure to say what “I love you” means)

“Take him home” I hear and then there is a big gap.......

I’m sorry I can’t tell you, the next thing I remember is me walking beside my bike somewhere near my home. I realize that walking doesn’t look normal so I manage to get on my bike, driving the last way home. Mam is in the livingroom, she doesn’t see me. I pass the kitchen and tell her: I got to dirty, I first take a shower.( First time of course this way. Normaly she tells me to go and I try to refuse ) Upstairs I see myself in the mirror and I realize that it is only good she didn’t have to see this.My trousers are wet, and by the smell I know that this is not from the dirty water. I’m standing in my bedroomdoor, everything becomes black again and next I fall backward headover from the stairs.

“Sorry, I got entangled with my trousers and lost my balance, everything is OK”

I just get out of sight as mam opens the door. The shower works like a miracle.

At dinertime mam warns my to be more carefull next time. She tells me I’m looking awful pale after that fall, and it is no wonder I eat so little. I feel sick, I sleep early.

I wake up, it’s only three o’clock. But why is it all light like this, three o’clock it shouldn’t be light. Oh big shit, it’s three pm. In less then an hour mam and dad will be back. I find my dirty clothes, kick them into the washing machine and get it started. I shower, makes me feel a little more okay. I don’t like to eat anything, but as mam shouldn’t know I make me some bread, leaving a nice mess in the kitchen an drop the bread outside for the birds.

Lucky for me later mam doesn’t feel like cooking anymore after a day out and I get some soup. I manage to finish some. I start wondering, what was all this yesterday? Was it just a bad dream? No it was most certainly not, it wasn’t bad. I still feel very happy, sick and happy

I don’t know anymore. Tomorrow I’ll try to find out

I ‘m one my bike. Next to the railway I get of and put it on my neck. It isn’t easy to go down that slope, with your bike on your neck, but I can do it, it’s not the first time.

I put my bottom against that steel door and start to bump. The lock is slowly rising inside, I know this, and yes, the door opens. I put my bike into the water, under the gap in the wall and use it to step over into the gap. It sure wasn’t a dream, the smell of vomit makes me remember how sick I was. I’m not going down there. I make myself small, just fitting in the gap. Now what, how do I get back, should I pray. I never pray, never did, so I guess if I start now, he won’t listen. But I know, I know exactly what to do. I start telling him about me, everything about myself. All the bad tricks I use to do, my feelings, just more and more and fast. I remember the speed I had two days ago, and I try to reach that speed. Again a train is passing, I’m in the tunnel and this time I do not slow down, I don’t care about the time, I need to see him.Next moment I’m with him. “Well you learn fast that was nice” He call somebody. A person walks behind me and asks “How did he get in” “Our little friend took the train”

It’s very clear that he is amused about it. “Okay, fine next time we don’t need to wait for him”

They had been waiting? For me? Did he now I was coming? Stupid question, he did.

“Well you look a lot better since last time”

I look at myself and turn red. I ‘m naked, I’m standing here naked in front of him.

“Don’t worry, you were naked last time, but you didn’t notice” “As you can take nothing at all over here, I borrow you a reflection of your body to make you feel more comfortable” “Or do you like this”

Same moment my body disappears, I feel myself, but there is nothing.

“See, you don’t like it” and my body is back again.

“Maybe you need these” and I am dressed. The clothes don’t make me feel better. Not sure if it is okay, I send my feeling I don’t like this either.

“As I said, don’t worry, if this is okay with me why should you bother?” Being naked again makes me feel very comfortable, I don’t understand but with him it is just no problem. It makes me feel a bit too comfortable, something is rising. I turn red again.

“Oh you little fool does that embarrass you” “Let me help you, how about this”

I look down and my little dick is gone, I’m completely smooth between my legs it’s awe-some, but but...

“You think you are going to miss your little games, don’t you”

How does he know about my little games? But yes, in my need to enter this place it was me who told him everything.

“Don’t be afraid, you need to miss nothing”

It comes as a big surprice. All the feelings I know from my secret playing are coming together. A balloon in my ass, getting pumped up, the transformer from my electric train on my nipples, the itching from some stinging-nettles at my bottom, everything just together. It turns me wild, it all feels so good. I just run into a nice dry orgasm I experienced several times before.

“Was that you?” I ask. He smiles. “It feels good, doesn’t it?”

I admid

“You like to stay like that, is that okay for you?”

I wonder, it sure feels very good but I ask him. “Do I depend on you for that feeling, is this forever, what if I don’t like it anymore? Am I your slave?”

“That are a lot of questions, better you find the answer inside yourself, Isn’t that exactly what you are asking from me?”

I nod.

“It’s is perfectly okay with me, I know you”

“You know me? “

“Yes, I’m pretty sure I know you, so I love you, I can trust you, you are never going to hurt me or disappoint me, just please, let me be your slave, it’s okay with me”

“You sure?”

“Absolutely”

“So if I take you home, you come and see me again?”

“Yes sure”

“Say goodbye?”

“Please”

I step forward placing myself over his knees I get a big spank as I have always be dreaming of. It feels so GOOD

I’m back home, lucky everyone is out. I had to see So I got undressed an d now I laying naked on my bed. I look at my body. My bottum is glowing, but my boyhood is still there.

I just remember that awe-some nice look as it was completely smooth before. It happens in a sudden, the same feelings as before are back, I don’t touch myself, no need, it just feels so great. I shoot cum only looking at it. I’m having my first wet orgasm.

It feels so good, it should never end. It is daytime, but I fall asleep, not caring about being naked, sperm-covered, just feeling goooooooooooooooood

See you next time