Taking Turns Being Young

It was another Friday night, the bar was packed. My friend, Edward, finished topping off his bottle of Corona.

"My turn, for the next round." I told him.

As if on cue the barmaid made her way through the crowd and came over to our table. "You know boys, those girls by the window are interested in you," she informed us as she took my order.

Not appreciating the unwelcome matchmaking I told her "Tell them we're engaged."

"Darling, it was supposed to be a secret" Edward looked at me miffed. "We're engaged to each other!" he admitted, and then looked at me with his cocky grin, while I kicked him under the table.

After she got our drinks I could vaguely heard her telling the girls that old clique about the best ones being gay or engaged. Just then the game went into a timeout, and the sponsors got their commercial airtime. A roomful of beautiful young boys appeared on the wall to wall screen selling some kind of pizza. We both ignored the blond girl model wearing a low-cut dress, and heels that were taller than the boys as she impatiently stood at the door holding a large pizza box, waiting for the boys to pay her. We kept gazing at the boys with more interest than we had watched our team score a tie, a few minutes earlier.

Finally the game resumed and we had a few more beers. When we got up to leave the barmaid told us "congratulations, when's the big event?"

"It was fifteen years ago." I muttered.

"Sure..." she said.

Edward knew exactly what I meant. We both loved boys. If one of us was fifteen years younger, we would have been perfect for each other. We used to get off looking at pictures of each other as young boys. He was my type, blond haired, blue eyed, and he confessed that my dark brown hair and green eyes were perfect for him. Unfortunately for us, we were both men now, and the boy within, long gone.

We knew that neither of us was ever going to have a boy to love the way we often talked about when we opened up to each other about our attraction to young males. It was not only against the law, but the type of boys we dreamed about sexually didn't really exist. They were fantasy creatures wrapped in boy's bodies. We both agreed that real boys were there to be looked at, guided, but never touched. Who really knew what was going on inside their wonderful minds?

Just as we were leaving a man came up to us. "I've been watching you two all night."

"We're not interested in a three-some." Edward said, thinking this was a pickup of another sort.

"I know, I know, and I have a gift for you." He handed me his business card. It had the blue triangle that grew smaller or larger depending on your perspective. "I'm a scientist and a bit of an inventor. I have created something very special for people like us. It's a time warp element, and quite safe. You wear it around your neck, and it makes you pre-adolescent, when you take it off you become your normal chronological age with your normal features."

"Right" I said and it will cost us how many dollars? It won't work for a week or so, and then when we try it and of course it doesn't do anything but leave a green ring around the neck and you'll be long gone."

"I want to give it to you for free. Call it my way to give something back to those of us who carry a heavy burden. There is a catch however; you must swear that you'll only use it in private. If you break the promise it will never work for you again."

"So how can it tell if there are other people around, is it intelligent like some mythical object in D and D?"

"It can sense more than one person's heat, and it only works when you place it around your neck." He told us.

The man was insane, but the object he put in my hand was beautiful. It looked like ultramarine-blue gold with tiny pale blue gems like diamonds or sapphires with a reddish glow. I went to hand it back to him but he had disappeared as I was examining the unusual necklace.

"Come on!" urged Edward. "Let's go to my place." I knew he wanted to try it out."

He had a flat that was only a few blocks away from the sports bar, (a place which wasn't our usual hangout.) We had only been there once before, but we both had a busy week, and it had been convenient when we decided to get together for a beer or two. Now it seemed like we were fated to be there.

Ed didn't have a roommate so when he unlocked the door his apartment was empty. I always saw my friend as just that, a friend, never a potential lover, so I was surprised when I got that butterfly buzz you get when you're going to have sex with someone new. My penis danced up, pressing against my briefs in anticipation, yet when I looked at Edward closely it seemed uncertain, and softened a bit as if it had a mind of its own, which often it does.

"So who's going first?" He said.

"Your turn I told him graciously."

"You paid for the last round so I guess it's my turn. I didn't see the logic in that, but as the end to the evening was illogical I agreed.

"Do I get undressed?" he asked. "You know before I put on the neck thing?"

I could see that he was very excited, his cock made a nice impression against his jeans; I wondered how big he was. I had to know for two reasons. The first was to see if it really was going to shrink, and the second was if I became a boy, what was going to be pushed into my rear. The idea of his penis penetrating my bum was a heady madness, and I couldn't wait until it was my turn. I could understand his excitement to be my young bottom, and why we moved so fast.

"Take off your pants." I told him, aware of his impatience.

"My shirt too?"

"Yeah"

I sat on the bed and watched him unsnap the brass button, and pull down his zipper. He wore boxers, they had hearts on them, I stifled my laugh. Before he removed his underwear, giving me a view of his merchandise, he pulled the shirt over his head. He had well developed pecks, and just the hint of hair on his chest. He was a very good looking man. Slowly he teased me as he removed the boxers. I had to gulp, he was big, I would say about eight and a half inches of meat and his foreskin was still there.

"Come here" I commanded him. He came over to me; I could smell his aftershave, and the musk of another man. I had no desire to keep him this way. I had nothing to be ashamed of but compared to him I was small. I quickly got behind him and let the necklace drop around his chest. From the rear I could see that his ass was a man's ass, hard and flat. I clasped the necklace, and it looked like one of those computer graphics where things morph into something new.

What happened next was unbelievable! He had been over six feet tall, an inch or so taller than me. Now I had to look down at him. His hair was many shades lighter, and silky, his eyes were huge as he turned around to look up at me. His lips were pink, and so kissable, and he was as horny as could be. His pecker was no longer a cock, now it was a duckling, and it was standing at attention. He was also breathtakingly beautiful. His pictures didn't do justice to the gorgeous boy he became.

Sadly, he once told me of a lonely boyhood, with indifferent parents that saw him as a burden. I couldn't believe that they didn't adore him.. I just wanted to hug him, and tell him how much I loved him, but he wanted a physical demonstration of my desires. He started to tug at my pants. As soon as I took them off he started to play with my prick. He knew what he was doing as he teased my sensitive head, and stroked my balls. He was driving me crazy!

"Come on, I need it!" he told me.

I lifted him up in my arms, and took him into his bed, a nude little boy wearing nothing but the charm around his smooth neck. His Adam's apple was hardly there, but what he lacked in size he made up in energy. He felt like hot silk in my arms. I didn't know where to begin so, I kissed his lips, his belly, his delightful boy sized prick, and then went to serious work on it, running my tongue up and down, and carefully mouthing the enticing morsel. He must have cum a few times although there wasn't anything to speak of.

"I want you in me." He told me.

I was as hard as a steel pike, and I was ready to plow into his summer field. He wanted it, his sweet ass, now smooth and soft, was bucking in my face.

"Okay, Okay, hold your horses." I said as I wanted to take a moment to lubricate him, I had no desire to hurt him.

"Hold my ass, you mean." He retorted.

I ended up using spit as lubrication, and gently fingered him, poking one finger in, but he wanted more than that. His small hand grabbed my cock, and moved it towards the tiny pink target.

I slid in and he shouted out his delight. "More, more, harder, faster." was his mantra.

I fucked him until I came, and then before I could slide out he made me come again and again until we both lost count.

I was happily exhausted and I still hadn't had my chance to be a boy. It would wait for the morning, as we were both half asleep from the best sex we ever had.

I woke up the next morning; Edward's side of the bed was empty. I got dressed as if I was in a marathon. Just as I was putting on my shoes, the door opened and he came in sheepishly, looking like his old self, once again a man. He confessed that he was so excited to be a boy again that he decided to go to the skate park and have some fun. He forgot the warning that as soon as he was around more than one person the necklace would disappear. I was furious. Then I remembered that he had just acting like a boy, his only desire to have some fun.

So in the end, I never got my turn to be a boy again.

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written by zanehuntergreen