Me at Nine, Me at Thirty-Nine

By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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Artwork (c) 2006 by Barton

NINE

I was sitting on my bed, working on my homework when a sudden flash of light went off in my room, just like someone had taken a picture. I looked up, and a large box the size of a telephone booth and about the same shape, but made entirely of metal, was sitting in the corner of my room where I shoved all my dirty clothes into a pile so my mother could pick them up when she was ready to do the laundry. Now they were squashed beneath that machine...I guess, I couldn't see them.

The door of the "booth" opened and a man stepped out. I was too young to be frightened, I just said, "Wow! How did you do that?" I enthused. "That was so-o-o-o coo-oo-ool!"

The man grinned at me. "You aren't worried about me just appearing in your bedroom like this?" he asked. It wasn't nighttime, it was like four in the afternoon. Besides, this guy didn't look too different. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt the same as me. I didn't know who "Abercrombie & Fitch" were but figured they were a new rock band of some kind. He was a guy a lot like my father, about the same age even, and he had the nicest smile on his face as he looked at me, kind of like he and I were sharing a secret, a really good secret.

I was too interested in what had just happened. "No! How'd you do that? You got magical powers, like Samantha in Bewitched' or Jeanie in I Dream of Jeanie?'" I asked.

"Something like that, Steve." he agreed.

He knew my name! "So, you got like, special powers or something?" I pressed him.

"No." he admitted. "But my machine does. This is a time machine."

"Coo-oo-oo-ool!" that got me again.

"My name is Jeff, and I'm from the future." he said. "The early part of 21st Century, that is."

This was 1972. "Yeah? So what's it like in the future?" I asked him quickly. "You have flying cars, and robots and aliens from other worlds visiting in their spaceships, I'll bet?"

"Uh.... I'm not supposed to tell people from the past about the future." He stammered.

"Well." I said charitably. "People from the future aren't supposed to talk about it to people from the past, I guess."

"That's right." He smiled again.

"So, if you're not here to tell me about the future, why are you here?"

"I'm here because, in the future, I'm a very good friend of yours." he said.

"Yeah?"

"Sure." he came toward me, his hand swept my books off the bed. I was too entranced by his eyes to worry about that. "You and I are the best friends ever in the year 2012."

"Cool!" I said again. "So you came back here to help me in some way, then, only you can't tell me why you're doing it?"

"That's about right." He agreed. "So, will you trust me on this?"

I considered this. A guy from the future asks you to trust him...do you? "Yeah." I decided. "I mean, you had to do a lot to come back from the future to visit me, it must be important."

"Oh, it's really important." he agreed.

"Okay." I said. "What do you want me to do?"

"Just lay back on the bed for me." he said. "And don't be surprised by anything I do. I have my reasons, and they're really, really important."

"Okay."I did as he said.

I looked down, surprised as his hands went to my pants. "What are you doing?" I asked as he unbuttoned them and unzipped them. My briefs, red with white trim, were underneath that.

"I said don't be surprised." he repeated.

"Okay." I said. Now my briefs were being fished inside, and he had hold of my willy. "Ooh!" was all I could say to that.

"Nice little dickie my little Stevie has on him, doesn't he?" Jeff said. "Such a nice, pretty little dickie."

I had to giggle at that. "Yeah." I gasped as his fingers began to work it. "It's a pretty nice little dick."

"You like the way this feels, do you, Stevie?"

"Yeah, I guess." I said.

"It's really important to me that you like this, Stevie." Jeff said. "It's important to the future."

"Oh." I said. "Well, yeah, I like it when you do that." And I did, too.

His hand was really moving up and down on my dick, now. "Ooh, oh, that's good, that's real good." I moaned, closing my eyes.

"Yeah, Stevie, really get into this, love how it feels with my hand moving up and down on your dick. Love it, baby, love how it feels. You want this, don't you, Stevie, you want it and you are going to keep wanting it, aren't you?"

"Yeah, Jeff, yeah!" I moaned. "Oh, it feels good, it, oh, oh, oh!"

"Are you coming, Stevie?"

"Yeah, oh, oh, OH, OH, OH, OOOHHHHH!" I groaned as my body shivered with my miniature ecstasy. "Oh, ah-huh, a-huh, huh, uh, uh, uh!"

"That's my good little boy, that's my good little Stevie." Jeff said as I lay panting on the bed. "That felt good, didn't it?"

"Yeah, Jeff." I said, as my vision cleared again and I sat up.

"You liked that, didn't you?"

"Sure, Jeff."

"Good." Jeff said. "That's what I came here to do. This time."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." He stepped back into his machine. Leaned out the door and said, "Remember how good it felt, and wait for me, because I'll be back soon enough."

"Okay." I said, and lay back on the bed.

"Steve? Steve, it's Mom. I'm home." called my mother, and I hurried got my clothes fastened back up.

* * * * *

THIRTY-NINE

I was sitting at my desk when the memory came to me. I sat bolt upright and eyes wide and said, "That bastard! That sneaky bastard!" I got up and went down the hall to Jeff Priverno's office, slammed the door open and saw him just stepping out of his machine. "You rotten fucker! You seduced me!"

"I don't know what you're talking about!" protested Jeff.

"You went back in time and popped into my bedroom. Jesus, Jeff, I was only nine years old! And you got me on my bed and played with my dick, you miserable jerk!"

"Hey, you loved it." Jeff grinned at me, and that was the grin I'd seen as a child in my bedroom thirty years ago. "You moaned so prettily, too!" His grin...Jeff was practically pretty, such a firm, square jaw and pearl-white skin beneath silken black hair. I always felt a bit lumpish and ugly around him, though I have nothing in particular to complain about in the looks department. I'm good-looking enough for all practical purposes. But Jeff could pose for magazine covers. The difference between good enough and great. You have to resent that about a guy some, you know?

"God, you bastard, I'm going to call the police on you!"

"Yeah? And tell them what?" Jeff challenged me.

That stopped me. Nobody knew we'd designed a time machine here at Fransen University. If they had, they probably would have converged on us in force, taken it, and started using it to try to wipe out dictators or killing Hitler or something. The principle at our university was to study time travel without trying to influence anything. Non-interference was the prime directive...and Jeff had just tampered. With my life! With me!

Only...how could I explain Jeff's crime without giving away the entire project.

What I did was growl and walk out of his office, his laughter following me down the hall.

"That bastard, that skanky, filthy bastard!" I said. God, even if I told the other professors, that could kill the project, too. And we were so close, now! With the second machine, we were really beginning to understand how time operated. Could we go back and rescue, say, the Library at Alexandria, and not have it ripple through and destroy everything since? Would we return to a world controlled by the Roman Empire? By the Nazis?

So we had to make little changes, so very little. So far, nothing had done anything to our own time. Although I have to say this about Jeff's little "experiment" on nine-year-old me...it had made a difference to me!

Suddenly, I had a memory of seeing Jeff when I was nine, of him telling me he was from the future and using that fact to molest me!

What about me? Was I different now? Was I still myself...or had I changed without even knowing it?

Back in my own office, I looked at my own machine. We all had one, now, we were at the stage of needing personal machines for our experiments. Once you had the principle, the machinery was dead easy. Like flying was mostly a matter of designing the wings the right way and getting up enough speed to take off. Now we were all doing micro-experiments in changing time...Jeff had simply gone a bit too damned far! He'd changed things, without changing them, by changing my memories, my life!

I looked at my own machine again...and thought, well, two can play that game!

We had detailed biographies of all workers on the project, in case we wanted to use one another for our experiments, give them something or such...like Jeff had taken something of mine.

I knew just when and where to find Jeff at any point in time. I wondered if he had thought of that before setting out to play with my nine-year-old winkie?

Let's just change his nine-year-old memory, then!

The machine let me pop into Jeff's bedroom when he was eight years old. A bit younger than me, but that was fine. The machine's arrival awakened him, the younger Jeff was sitting up in bed and staring at me. "Who are you?"

I smiled and spread my hands. "My name is Steve, Jeffie, and I've come from the future with something special for you."

Like I had, young Jeff believed me. He had the machine, impossible to bring it into his room except by something magical. Like me, he wanted to think that the future was something he could reach out and touch. "You have something for me, from the future? Coo-oo-oo-ool!" he breathed. "What is it, a super ray-gun or a rock from an alien world?"

I had to sigh at that, like him, I had thought the future would happen a lot faster than it actually had. "Something better than that." I said as I walked over to him. "But you have to trust me. I can't explain what I'm about to do, just that I need to do it. Okay?"

"Okay." Jeff said.

So I threw his covers back and got into his bed and only his briefs were covering his nudity. I cupped his cotton-covered basket and I said, "How would you like to feel really, really good, Jeffie?"

"Mmmm!" he murmured. "My buddies and I would make each other feel good. But I never had a man's hand on me before. Feels great!"

"It's going to feel even better." I said as I lifted his briefs up by their waistband and tucked them under his tiny basket. "You say your friends have played with you before? Have any of them ever done...this?"

And I leaned over and took his dick into my mouth. Jeff moaned like an insane thing as my tongue and lips worked his little dong, he thrilled as my lips plied over his pud. His small hand clamped onto my head and he thrust his hips up at my face. He lasted only a little time, then he was shivering and shuddering and moaning as he thrashed about below me. Then he sagged back onto the bed, and I carefully covered his dick back up, got off the bed, covered him up again.

"That was why I came here." I told him. "Now, you be a good boy and go to sleep, and maybe I'll come back again tomorrow night and do it again. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Mm-hmm!" Jeff said, but he was falling asleep before he could manage a real word.

I smirked as I got back into the time machine. Let's see how Jeff liked it when the shoe, so to speak, is on the other foot!

* * * * *

NINE

I was home again the next day when the time machine arrived again. I stood up and was grinning when Jeff came out of the door. "Hey, there again, Jeff!" I greeted him.

"You ready to help me save the future?" Jeff said. He looked mad, a little, but I went over to him and gave him a big hug.

"I'm ready." I told him.

"Good thing, kid, because it's time to rachet this up a notch. Or two. Or more."

"Okay." I giggled as his hands went to my pants again.

With my fly open and my dick out, I wondered why he stayed down there. His hand held onto my dick, but he wasn't moving it.... "Oh, God!" I gasped as his mouth closed on my dick. So soft, so warm, so nice! His lips were working over my prong like crazy and it almost hurt, he was moving so fast. I climbed pretty fast to my own climax and Jeff held onto my buttocks while I shivered and thrust at his face a little.

When I was done, Jeff stood up and fumbled at his crotch. "Now it's your turn, Stevie. You need to do to me what I just did to you."

That sounded fair. "Okay." I agreed.

Jeff took out his dick and I goggled. "Wow, that's big!" I said.

"Can you fit it in your mouth, Stevie?" Jeff almost growled. Like I said, he seemed a little mad at me.

"I can try." I said. I put my lips on it and Jeff kind of snarled like the mean dog that lived next door, and his hands caught my head and began to make me move up and down, thrusting his rod into my mouth, kind of deep. I gagged a little, but Jeff didn't slow down at all.

Thick, hot, salty-flavored, his prong plunged in and out of my mouth, and then it happened. Jeff kind of groaned, and then this hot spunk spewed into my mouth, choking and making me sputter and I swallowed the jizz all hot and salty and slimy.

When he was done, Jeff was panting hard. "That'll show that jerk what he gets when he fucks with me." he said. He got back into his time machine without even putting his dick back inside it. I watched, still wiping his spray from my mouth and face when the time machine blinked out.

* * * * *

THIRTY-NINE

I could still taste that hot wad of Jeff's, thirty years later, when the memory hit me! But I didn't hesitate, this time, I staggered to my feet (a sudden memory arrival kind of rocks you) and I jumped into my own machine.

Jeff had his back turned on my arrival and it startled him, he jumped and turned around, surprised. "Oh, it's you." He said, trying to smile, but still a little scared.

I didn't pause, I just scooped the hot little body up and carried him to the bed. Jeff squirmed as I nearly tore the clothes off of him.

"Okay, Jeffie, it's your turn!" I said. "I got something in my pants for you and you're going to love it."

I got my pants down and shoved my dick at him. "Get your lips around this and fast, Jeffie." I ordered. "Get it wet and fast, you understand me?"

"Yes, sir." Jeff was cowed by this and quickly began to work his lips on my dick. I realized he must have planned to do this all along, maybe even practiced.

"Come on, get it wet, wet as you can." I said. "Really spread that spit over it, you hear me."

Jeff complied and when he was done, I said, "Now, get ready for the ride of your life."

I lifted his little legs up and spread them wide and I stuck my cock at the tuckerhole of his butt and I pressed it in!

Jeff just moaned as I did this, and he shivered as I thrust into him. His spit helped him a lot, and I guess he wanted this some as well, but even so, I had him whimpering as I shoved it on into him. Thirty years from now, he had turned into the man who had started all this, all in the name of experiments...or was it even dignified by that ambiguous title? No matter, this was the kid he had once been, so I could wreak my retribution on him in this.

Jeff cried out and clung to me, and I realized that I had driven the small body into a climax, the effect of my cock stroking his prostate. He cried out, he clung to me hard, he thrust in the way he had when I had sucked him the other time, and I felt his anus milking at me in his pleasure, and I felt my own body respond, my orgasm bloomed into instant flowerhood, and I threw my head back and groaned and shot my load into his ravaged butt.

Done, I slumped onto him, crushing him into the bed and his muffled gasps took a moment to register, then I rolled off him.

"Ah, damn, damn!" I groaned. "Now what?" I had just fucked Jeff's young butt, ravished him at the age of eight. What was he going to do to me in return?

I couldn't keep upping the conflict here. But what were my other options?

* * * * *

Jeff peered around the office when we got back to my time. "This is the future?" his eight-year-old face looked up at me for confirmation.

"It certainly is. Welcome to the year 2012." I said. "I hope you like it here, because you're going to be living here with me from now on."

"Yeah." he said and he hugged me with a sincerity I couldn't deny.

I had stopped Jeff the only way I could...I had taken his personal history away from him. I would raise Jeff myself and take care of him.

And we would see what this aspect of time travel tampering would do. One person, not very important or large in society, it ought to register in a hundred ways we could measure.

First, let's go see what happened to Jeff's office. Another name on it ought to be a good start to understanding how time operated.

I got to Jeff's office and saw his name still on it. That was peculiar. He should have vanished entirely, name, office, all.

I heard voices and opened the door and looked inside, Jeff right beside me, peering in with me.

Jeff was standing there. I looked down at the child and then up at the man.

Then I saw who else was in the room. "Hello." the kid said to me.

"Hello." I said. "Stevie."

For I was looking at myself. Me at age nine and me at age thirty-nine. Jeff and I, the two of us looking at the other two of us, like two mirrors facing each other, infinitely reflecting into eternity.

Now what?