A story (C) 2004 by ZUSTARA ORUR. Contact address: zustara@hotmail.com 2.0 May not be redistributed, commercial use prohibited!
English is a second language to me, so please excuse any goofs present herein regarding grammar, spelling. I try to do the best I can!
Legal mumbojumbo BS: this story features explicit descriptions of sexual acts between consenting young boys. The story is fictional, and only took place in my mind. If this sort of thing bothers you; you are under-age (and anybody cares about it); reading this story happens to be illegal wherever you may be right now; etc, please STOP READING. I won't get in trouble, but you might, who knows. If all is hunky-dory, feel free to continue, if that is your wish.
Also note that this is a real STORY centering around love rather than sex, those mainly interested in long descriptions of copulation and such may want to look elsewhere.
"Discovery consists of seeing what everybody has seen and thinking what nobody has thought."
-Albert von Szent-Gyorgyi From: In Irving Good (ed) The Scientist Speculates, (1962), p 15.
0 - Prelude:
"My primary source of power is a cold fusion cell with a rated peak output of 12.400 watts, although it generally runs at no more than one tenth of a percent of maximum capacity. At nominal use it requires a liquid deuterium/helium-3 recharge approximately every seven years, which is included in the company service plan. It contains only five moving parts, and releases no radiation or toxic chemicals if breached. It carries a class nine safety and reliability rating; the highest possible grade."
Mr. Fitzgerald laughed enthusiastically and clapped his hands. "Excellent!" He turned back towards the salesperson. "Does it know how to play games and such?"
The salesperson smiled. "Of course." She continued to explain this particular model was programmed with an extensive selection of children's plays, but Mr. Fitzgerald cut her short.
"Okay, then it's all settled. Pack it up, we'll take it!" The salesperson in her snappy blue suit smiled, and they shook hands.
1 - Dog; boy's best friend.
Brian was a very precocious child. At age twelve, he already felt uncomfortable and out-of-place with his similarly aged classmates. He didn't call them friends, not because they didn't let him be theirs, or didn't want to be his. He was a bit difficult in a way, shy but also aloof. "He is too intelligent!", his mother was fond of saying, meaning her child seemed to consider it beneath himself fooling around and simply having fun with the 'normal' kids ('normal', because despite attending a school with an advanced rate of learning, Brian seemed to be on a level above even the other classmates, something his parents had difficulty understanding or dealing with, both of them being of only little more than average intellectual capacity).
The classmates on the other hand had made it clear quite some time ago once Brian got off his high horse and decided to stop being a jerk, he was welcome to join them. But so far that had not happened, and despite his parents' frequent attempts to persuade him, Brian made no moves to change his pattern of behaviour. He'd only get even more stubborn the more his parents pushed, which made his mother complain to her husband it wasn't her child's outbursts in themselves that bothered her, but the fact they seemed to be several years too early. Why couldn't the darned kid wait until puberty before he started having teen mood swings and bad temper? She was considerate enough not to say that in his presence however.
Brian was moping, which was as usual. What wasn't was that he sat in the sun doing it. He didn't, as a rule. His pasty-white complexion immediately gave that away, and his slim build told of a rather stationary life. He was of about average height compared to his age, but with even thinner arms than most young boys. He didn't like to run around and play, to go on romps, scratch his knees and get dirty, he didn't see much of a reason to. Maybe it was just the matter of having the right company, problem with that was, NONE of his friends seemed good enough for the young child!
Despite the fact it was a perfectly fine summer day, he was sitting in the grassy garden moping. What else was there for him to do? Certainly, there were options for him, but none that the young boy would consider. Maybe he was just plain headstrong, it was hard to say. Brian was longing for a friend though. Not a human friend. The grownups didn't take him seriously since he was just a little kid he felt, and kids... Well, THEY were kids, and kids didn't interest him, they were so silly, so childish! He wanted to be taken seriously, and he felt he didn't fit into either world really. True, with a bit of work he could have adjusted himself and had fun with his classmates, but he plain didn't want to. So the kind of friend he longed for ran on four legs, had long fur, said "Woof!" and would always be there for him, happy to see him every time they met. ...But of course, his parents balked at the very idea. Dogs were messy, noisy, they shed hair and were generally inconvenient to have in a furnished home they thought. Brian had begged and whined and pouted for ages however trying to convince them, and really been a total nuisance over the last week or so DEMANDING they fulfil his wishes, while simultaneously promising to be a much nicer, pleasant and well-behaved boy if they did.
He thought he was pretty smart, and that his two-pronged attack really would work and make them relent, and this time he had good reason to believe they would. They had both been very coy with him all morning, he was almost sure he had them convinced. His dad had taken the ground car and gone out despite the fact it was saturday, and they hardly EVER went anywhere on weekends. So despite the fact he was moping, Brian was also HOPING. That's why he was sitting on the lawn. So he'd see immediately when his father returned back home with his new four-legged furry puppy friend!
His dad had been gone for several hours now, Brian was getting seriously bored...! And just how freekin long would it take to pick up a little dog ANYWAY?
Brian got up immediately when he saw the family magcar come wooshing past on its magnetic cushion and pull up on the driveway in front of the house. He KNEW that was it! With an enthusiastic spring in his young legs, the boy almost bounded up to the car as it settled down. The front door opened and his father got out and smiled at his son. Brian's eyes were shining with anticipation.
"Son... I know you've been wanting a friend...", his father started, and Brian's excitement increased. "...So your mother and I have decided to give you one. I know you're going to like him, and that you're going to have all sorts of fun together." Brian was bouncing up and down of excitement, ready to be greeted by his new furry friend! Mr. Fitzgerald opened the passenger door, and saw with great confusion how the eager smile on his son's face faded and was replaced with a look of almost sheer horror.
The meticulously blue-dressed boy got out of the car also, stood up and held out his right hand to Brian to be shaken. "Hello!", it said smoothly and in a perfectly friendly manner. "I'm Simon, pleased to meet you."
Brian's hands went up to his face, his mind flooded with such deep and bitter disappointment he didn't know what to do or how to react. So THIS was the reason his parents had been acting so strange? Instead of a dog, a living breathing being, they'd decided to give him this... This...THING? Tears welled up in his eyes and with a sob he turned and ran back into the house, slamming the door shut behind him.
The other boy turned to Mr. Fitzgerald, as confused as the grownup was. "What did I do wrong?", it asked with might actually have been genuine fear audible in its voice. The man was uncertain of what to respond with, so he resorted to simply patting the carbon-copy of a boy on a shoulder, trying to provide some sort of comfort.