Casey

I don't know where I came from, only that I've always been here. I serve one adolescent boy after another and always have without beginning or end as far as I can see. I can't foretell the future, but I use the lessons of the past to guide my charge as he passes through the difficulties of the puberty fated to almost every human male. I can't remember that I ever had a childhood of my own, but I've seen enough of theirs to learn some important lessons. I try to apply these lessons to my charges in my own subtle way. I can't thwart the free will of my charge but I can guide them subconsciously.

I find them just as their sexuality awakens and their bodies begin to change. I leave them upon death, or when the transition to their manhood is complete. I don't see color or nationality since the human genome essentially does not care for either. Black, white, yellow, red, fat, skinny, handicapped, athletic, rich or poor; a human being is always a surprise: None more so than the pubescent child-man.

There are more of them every day, but there always seems to be enough of us. The only problem is that their puberty seems to be striking at an earlier age every eon. Young sexual beings gain no benefit from lack of experience or wisdom.

I can remember when, ages ago, a male child would often perish long before reaching puberty. Some would die violently at the hands of their rivals at the first sign of their ripening manhood. My 11,409,773 charge was brutally murdered for this reason while in his Uncle's protection in a tower in the mortal's city of London. I've figuratively buried many of my charges and moved on to the next without the luxury of human mourning. The Black Death saw me fairly bounding from one charge to another without hardly sufficient time to discover their names. I remember them as a progression of tortured faces that flicker past my mind's eye too quickly to describe.

As time moved slowly forward, the children became constantly healthier, but their puberty would arrive late. Sometimes a child would not begin their transition until late in their fifteenth or even sixteenth year. The later transition and the hard times lent a certain maturity to our charges that we used as a tool. This was a comfort to my kind as we attempted to guide these new men into outlets of art and discovery rather than lewd sex and debauchery. Some of us failed in our attempts.

In Baroque Italy my work was often foreshortened by a cultural rush to have extra male children castrated for the honor, and often, the livelihood of the remaining family members. These poor boys would be sold, or seconded to The Church and were castrated in the thousands without regard to their comfort or their singing talent. Countless testicles were crushed, excised, amputated and strangled during this time. Sometimes, this would occur mere hours after I had been called to the side of my charge. It was as if the realization of what was to happen would catapult his body into desperation and call me to him. I would arrive to find my charge strapped to a table, naked, with no protection from whatever awaited him. Depending on the method my perception of his new manhood would usually peak suddenly and fade gradually. This tended to happen if the testicles were taken individually by blade or crushing. Sometimes my perception of my latest charge would abruptly disappear as his testicles were cruelly and simultaneously crushed between the fingertips of a brutish man. Each castration left me unfulfilled. Each increased my loathing for the cruelty of humans. Each caused me to immediately be assigned to a new boy.

Sometimes the child would be sold to the church weeks or months after I had arrived. I would often overhear the discussions of the impending sale and know the fate of my charge without being able to do anything about it. Such situations were frustrating as I watched each discover, and then brutally lose their manhood. The testicles of two of my charges were taken even as they reached their first orgasm. This again left me unfulfilled.

Some of our charges that studied the fine arts or theology instead developed a penchant for cruelty in the name of their calling. Forgetting their own childhood discoveries, they were responsible for the horrible fate of countless thousands and millions. One such of our charges attempted to murder an entire race of humanity. His efforts united your human species against evil for a short time, but your dark fate still waits in the memories of his followers and admirers.

Our service does not always go unfulfilled. Sometimes our service is a pleasure. Such is the case of Casey, my last assignment. He was a wonderful child who lived in your modern times and could be described as typical in every way. Casey had typical brown eyes and was of typical size. His was an average intelligence. Casey did not excel in academics or in sport. He dated many girls and women in the time that I knew him, but was unsuccessful in many of his conquests. He seemed to court trouble and the fates enjoyed the taste of his body and soul. Casey was, to his redemption, a sweet child and grew into a kind, but troubled man under his average exterior.

I first knew Casey when he was twelve years of age. I was called to his side immediately when his manhood began to assert itself. This is generally, but not always, triggered in the human male by some external influence. In Baroque Italy this was often caused by the appearance of the castration tools. For Casey, it was a sudden awakening to a rushing stream of water and a long scream as he plunged down the flume at a water park. I was disoriented for a moment as we plunged downward, but quickly gained my bearings as we landed, sputtering, in the pool at the base of the slide. I did a quick check on my new charge as we clambered out and began to run up the steps of the water slide to ride down again. He was of average size for his age and was, I could immediately tell, mainly inexperienced in the ways of the modern world.

I probed Casey's thoughts and discovered that he was unaware of his new sexuality, although he had pretended to possess such knowledge in front of his friends and younger brother. Casey was a creature wholly governed by desires and basic needs. His immediate desire was to feel the rush of the plunging drop again, although this desire fought with, and won over, an extreme need to urinate immediately.

Casey's memories contained a few encounters with pornography in the woods behind his house with some Playboys. He also fancied himself quite the ladies man, having personally flirted with two neighborhood girls who had tits. They hadn't laughed at him, so they must have wanted him. Right?

I immediately determined that Casey was a virgin in almost all ways, having just discovered the real joys that accompany masturbation. He hadn't yet seen his own sperm, and I resolved to fix that soon, but I was overjoyed that I finally had an opportunity to start this one off right. So often, we find these the new men with worldly knowledge of women, sex, drugs and crime. These types of Worldly Children have no chance in this modern age and almost always lose something of themselves to evil.

Looking around us now, as we awaited our next reckless plunge, I could see several of my kind attending their various charges. I could also see a few of the female consciences working in their service to pubescent girls (not a job I would want). One of my fellow consciences was standing behind his young charge and acknowledged me briefly before turning back to his conversation with Death. This was not a good sign as Death only attends Life near the end. I looked for a moment at the fourteen-year-old boy, David, and admired the flat stomach, the exquisite body, the blue eyes, and the brilliant smile as he flirted with another fourteen year old girl. This was his fifth such girl, and David was an example of the Worldly Child if there ever was one. I could smell the testosterone exude from his young body and his bathing suit failed to mask the smell of young musk from his groin.

David dressed smartly, even at the water park. He fancied a light blue anklet that matched his bathing suit, which the girls seemed to find rather enthralling. He himself was more interested in getting the girls' bathing suits off somewhere behind the bushes near the chlorine room. Unknown to him, David had himself recently fathered two children who, hopefully, had the chance to avoid their father's young fate. Here, before me, was a blond-haired, blue-eyed example of wasted potential.

Our turn finally arrived just before our bladder exploded. Casey and I got a good running start and began our latest downward journey to the catch pool. I screamed with my charge, not having any choice but to follow him wherever he went until my service was no longer required. A splash and a drop later, we were again clambering out of the catch pool. Casey considered another plunge, an idea I immediately discouraged in favor of a trip to the restroom. My charge obliged and was soon hanging his rather immature young penis over the lip of the urinal. He was fairly well endowed, indeed was above average in this for his age. He had a few short hairs growing above his circumcised penis and his testicles had begun their growth spurt to manhood. I focused on those two orbs there and marveled at their new hormonal activity. I also noticed during my inspection, a few of the first sperm cells awaiting Casey's first ejaculation.

A moment later we were off again, penis safely tucked away and ignored for now. I endured an afternoon of climbing steps and plunging headlong down water slides as my charge sought the ultimate thrill. This water park was a familiar place since Casey's parents relied on its employees to safeguard his well-being. They had purchased a season pass with the intent of Casey spending every day of his summer vacation at the park. In my opinion, this was a bad idea since so many of the park's employees were also children. Not all of them listened to their conscience.

Casey's parents would drop him off at the park gates an hour before opening, and then fetch him again about thirty minutes after the park closed its gates. We awaited the expected pickup and looked forward to the weekend since we didn't have to come to the park except on weekdays. Weekends gave us time to play basketball with our friends and flirt with those two girls who had tits.

Our drive home was detoured around an accident at the intersection of Fort King and Pine Street. Casey pressed his face against the window of the glass as we passed by, hoping to see the accident causing the traffic jam. He couldn't see anything but a mangled car against a service pole, but I could see the bicycle trapped beneath the car and sense the victims that still lingered at the scene.

The young paramour, David, had managed to woo his young love, but had to take her home since the girl was uncomfortable with doing anything but mutual fondling at the water park. His only transportation was his bicycle and she had perched on his handrail while he peddled home as rapidly as he could. Unfortunately, his blue anklet caught the chain and caused the bicycle to veer into the traffic lanes. The impact had killed the poor girl instantly, but David still lingered while Death patiently waited. I sensed his fading masculinity as the child finally dimmed and disappeared from my perception.

Satisfied with what he hadn't seen, and distracted by everything else, Casey's mind again turned to the frantic flood of uncontrollable thoughts passing through a newly adolescent brain. We raced through dinner and generally ignored through all the questions about our day from Mom. She felt she had to ask, even though every day was the same, and she didn't really care anyway. Our little brother followed us around all night until we could finally make our excuses and lock ourselves in our bedroom.

Mom had just allowed us to have a lockable doorknob on our bedroom door since she had walked in on Casey one morning while he dressed for school. She saw him naked, which completely mortified Casey, but she didn't realize that Casey had been experimenting with the pleasures of anal stimulation. He had heard about it from a friend at school, and was trying it out when his Mom barged in and caught him standing in the middle of the room naked. His first impulse was to turn around, but he had thankfully resisted. Instead he covered his genitals with his hands. Had Casey turned, his mother would have seen the candle she had missed from the dining room table sticking from his rear. Casey didn't really yet understand what the candle was supposed to be doing for him, but his mother's reaction would have surely been much more than he bargained for.

A few days later and we were preparing for our first campout. Casey's Mom had made him join the Boy Scouts about two weeks before. The troop had invited Casey along on its annual camporee so we were going camping in the National Forest. Casey had mixed feelings since he didn't know many of the boys in the troop, but did look forward to meeting the new guys.

That night found us on the shore of a lake in the Forest with a cool wind blowing across the water. The tents were set up too near the lakeshore and I thought the whole situation was ripe for trouble, but Casey ignored my suggestions and followed along with the herd. We had spent several hours between our arrival and the nightfall swimming with the other boys in the lake. I knew that Casey had snuck a few looks at the older boys in the troop, including a lifeguard that he knew from the water park. He hadn't realized that a cool dude like a lifeguard could also be a Boy Scout, and felt much better about himself being part of this group.

The swim session had, of course, degraded into a wrestling match in the lake shallows. That, of course, had degraded into a de-pantsing session. The first pantsing was a surprise to Casey as his untied bathing suit was unceremoniously yanked down over his ass as an initiation rite. Chad laughed as he splashed away from us with Casey in hot pursuit. Casey retaliated and was immediately, to his great satisfaction, accepted as one of the guys. The pantsing proceeded with great glee until the Scout Master called the boys in to dinner and bed check.

Dinner was unremarkable but satisfying to an adolescent boy. Beans and dogs is nearly a delicacy to a twelve year old, but I personally prefer to enjoy caviar as I have many times with my charges from wealthier families.

I resolved to teach my first great lesson to my new charge of one week that very night. Casey and Chad settled down to sleep after the Scoutmaster had informed the boys of lights-out for the third time. Chad and Casey were whispering between themselves and the talk, of course, turned to girls. Chad claimed that he had seen his sister naked, a claim I knew to be false, but Casey eagerly demanded details. Chad's conscience spent the next twenty minutes battling with Chad's mouth as the boy spun a lurid tale of lies and fiction. Casey absorbed the erotic tale to his discomfort as his erection pressed against the inside of his still-damp swimming trunks. The details that Chad was inventing were making Casey's head swoon with lust. Just before Casey exploded (and long after Chad's conscience had given up), Chad mercifully ended his story.

I searched Chad's mind and discovered, as I expected, that Chad was fully aware of Casey's discomfort, and the reason for it. Chad was hoping to relieve his own thirteen-year-old sex drive with a mutual session with his new friend, but was unsuccessful when he suggested a massage to Casey. Casey refused, not knowing the true motive, and rolled over to press his little erection to the tent floor in a futile attempt to get it to subside.

A conscience is often most clearly heard in the dead of the night when the child-man is asleep. There are no distractions and the boy can't run away from his own mind. It is in this time that I work my best magic and teach my most profound lessons. Having fought his erection for some time, Casey finally dropped off to sleep. His body was still churning out huge quantities of testosterone and his mind was reacting to the images left there by Chad.

It was nothing to reach in, just there, and tweak that little place in Casey's mind. Immediately his body tensed in his sleep as his first ever sperm erupted from his penis. His erection didn't subside since an adolescent boy is such a sexual beast, but his mind rested somewhat easier as I guided his body to a deep restful sleep. The damage was done, however, as the sperm soaked through the already saturated bathing suit and pooled into the floor of the tent to await the morning.

Casey awoke to a prodding in his side. Chad was reaching across the tent with his foot in order to awaken Casey from his slumber. The tent reeked of sperm, a smell that immediately befuddled Casey since he had never before experienced it.

"Been thinking about my sister I see" said Chad, smiling as he noticed Casey was awake.

"Oooo. Gross! What did you do?" replied my unsuspecting charge as he peeled his skin away from the floor of the tent.

"You had a wet dream.” replied Chad, laughing at Casey's obvious discomfort and lack of knowledge.

Flush in his sure knowledge, Chad continued: "You've been dreaming about my sister and you squirted your sperm".

Casey began to pull the crotch of his shorts away from his sparse pubic hair, thus releasing a fresh whiff of aging sperm. Chad wrinkled his nose at the odor.

"Man, you better clean that stuff off before the other guys smell it. They'll all bust out laughing."

"Don't tell anybody" demanded Casey, realizing what power Chad now held over him.

"I won't" promised Chad, "but you had better hurry up before the patrol leader comes to wake us up".

My charge grabbed an old tee shirt at Chad's instruction and wiped the floor of the tent where the sperm had puddled under his body. Then, shoving the cum rag down the front of his shorts, he quickly cleaned himself off.

"Hey bud" Chad said while he watched the proceedings, "I'll show you how to keep that from happening tonight. OK?"

"OK" Casey said, not thinking much of the offer. It had come a little late hadn't it?

I knew what was coming, even though my charge was ignorant. Although my kind regard it as necessary, none of us much like the brief homosexual turn each of our charges take on their path to manhood. That night found us all again in the slightly funky tent. I watched as Chad reached for Casey and taught him the ways of mutual masturbation and the joys of orgasm at someone else's hands. I felt the conflict as Casey reached for Chad's penis and, holding it gingerly between two fingers, rubbed it brutally until Chad gasped to his orgasm.

By midsummer, Casey had celebrated his thirteenth birthday. His life was a roller coaster of emotions, hormones, and uncertainty. He and I, now WE, had done quite well during these early stages of puberty. We had managed to avoid the pitfalls of hard drugs twice in the preceding weeks. We had unfortunately taken up smoking, but planned to stop any time we wanted.

We had even touched our first girl on her tits. One afternoon, after we got home from the water park, the girl had traded a touch on her tits through her bra in turn for a quick feel of our cock and balls through our bathing suit. We stood behind her as she unbuttoned her shirt, and slid our hand inside the cotton while she lowered her left hand to Casey’s crotch. He was a little nervous as she grabbed and squeezed his balls. He had a hard-on as she felt Casey’s cock through the thin fabric, smiling as she feathered a touch on the sensitive head. Casey very nearly shot his load in his shorts as he touched the soft skin surrounding the hard nipple of her left breast. Casey snatched his hand away from her breast and backed up quick, tripping over his own feet. The girl, that evil thing, turned with a smile, knowing what effect she was having on my charge with her left breast hanging exposed between the row of buttons on her shirt. Casey did the only thing a smart thirteen year old could do in such a situation- he ran home to jerk off. He had barely touched his cock before it erupted in a gush of sperm dripping onto the floor, his shoes, and his skin.

The coolest thing so far this summer though, was the attention the Boy Scout lifeguard was giving Casey. He was as cool as Casey thought he was- giving the boy preferential treatment in the slide lines at the water park. He also got him free Cokes and spent a lot of time with Casey at other times outside of work. Casey had been shooting with the lifeguard and also had spent many hours fishing at an abandoned bridge the lifeguard knew about in the woods. Casey was very curious about the lifeguard: Here was a person that Casey knew was still a kid himself, just seventeen, but he had a car, a girlfriend, and a knew lots of stuff about life. Casey also admired him, secretly, on a physical level. My charge wasn’t gay, but was curious about what other guys looked like. He badly wanted to compare his body to that of the lifeguard- although that meant asking to see his cock; something that Casey didn’t want to do.