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MetamorphosisBonerBy John YagerWell, now folks, for something a
little different. I know, many of child model pics lolitas you are saying, "Get on with Montgomery
Hall!," and I really appreciate your loyalty. I am still too new to the
Wonderful World of NIFTY not to be surprised and very flattered by the
e-mail I've received from, quite literally, all over the world. I am also
still a little surprised by how seriously many of you have taken the
Montgomery Hall stories and identified with its characters. I've had
messages addressed to Martin, to Tim, and to Ben, who, by the way, has
quiet a fan club. There have been many suggestions and a few flames,
mainly for failing to move lolli girls nude pic
the stories along a little faster. Oh, well!
All I can say is thank you for your interest and support.But having just finished
"Montgomery Hall: Magnolias" (I mention this realizing that it will make
little sense to those of you who stumbled on this little epic with no
knowledge of the elweb dark lolita bs on-going Montgomery Hall saga), I think I need a little
break before Martin and Tim really get it on. I can tell you all, those two
guys can really be exhausting.So what follows is a little light
entertainment, a kind of "Eine kleine Nachtgeschichte" with Faustian
apologies to Marlowe, Goerthe, and, yes, even Berlioz. Please don't take it
too seriously, but this is a cautionary tale. Well, sort of.I should also add, that while it
was not my intention to make life especially difficult for the NIFTY
Archivist, this story may present something of a challenge as it could fit
nicely, by my count, into six of the usual NIFTY Gay categories. Good luck,
David, and many thanks.The usual disclaimers apply. This
is a work of gay erotic fiction and should not be read by those who don't
like such stuff or are prohibited from reading such material due to age or
legal restrictions.This work is copyrighted by the
author and my not be reproduced in any form without specific written
permission of the author. It is assigned to the Nifty Archives under the
terms of their submission agreement but it may not be copied or archived on
any other site without the written permission of the author.jvoyagerhotmail.com* * *Boner sat at his desk trying to get his thoughts
together. He really wanted to tell his story. The events of the last few
days had been too amazing to keep to himself.Boner suffered from the fear most men have of
communicating their most private thoughts. The thoughts were bad enough,
but to really tell his story, Boner had to reveal much more about himself
than he had ever considered revealing to top lolita bbs pic
anyone before. Not even his
ex-wife knew some of this stuff.He thought about the stories he had read,
accounts of other men's experiences. One thing which had always irritated
him were the personal accounts which began with some statement like, "Let
me tell you a little about myself. I'm just an ordinary 23 year blond guy
with a nine inch dick, the body of an Olympic gymnast and a face right out
of a Caravaggio painting."Well, come on! First of all, the narrator was
probably an eighteen year old, lolita innocent sun bbs
pimple faced shrimp with mouse brown hair,
and, when he's really lucky, a five inch dick and a face nude preteen lolitas net out of the
"unimproved" photo in an acne cream ad. But even if the description of the
first guy was true, what can the reader do with such information? So you
are about to read of the sexual acrobatics of a blond stud god and all you
can think is, "Wow, next to him, I come off just a little lower on the
evolutionary ladder than the spotted brown slugs." There is no way the
average guy can relate with such a person. All you can do is wade through
his adventures, experiencing the plotted cycles of sex, narcissism legal russian lolita bbs and more
sex. Everybody is beautiful in such stories. Everybody gets the person
they want and who most wants them. But of course, it's all fantasy. And ten
bucks says the blond god doesn't even know who the hell Caravaggio was
anyway.So Boner sat there thinking. Despite his loathing
for such stories, he saw no way to get started but to begin the same way.
"So, anyway," Boner keyed into his computer, "before I begin my story, let
me tell you a little about myself. I'm a 28 year old, slightly out of shape
guy with sort of light brown hair which is beginning to get a little thin
on top. I'm five feet, nine inches tall and weigh 158 pounds. I used to try
to get to the gym about twice a week. I haven't gone at all for the last
year. Well, okay, eighteen months. I know I really need to start working
out again because I've begun to develop a bit of a gut. I was married for
three years to the girl I dated all through college, but we were divorced
two years ago. Kim remarried a year ago and just had a baby girl. She and I
didn't have any kids, which she always blamed on me, and I guess maybe she
was right. Since our divorce I have teen bikini lolita ametuer dated a little. Well, actually, I
dated for about six months, never found a girl I was attracted to, and just
kind of lost interest. Oh, yeah, I've got a cut dick which is a little on
the short side of average."Boner looked at the screen and sighed. "What a
shitty beginning," he thought, and headed toward the kitchen for a
beer.Boner's real name was Bill, well, actually
William Hudson Bogner. But since the fifth grade when a classmate either
misunderstood it, couldn't pronounce it, or was just loli pics and videos trying to be funny,
Boner had been Boner. It served as first, last, and nick name and he had
come to be rather fond of it. Of course he was addressed as Mr. Bogner at
the bank, even thought he was rather low in the pecking order and showed no
signs of moving up. But still, banks, even mid sized ones of no particular
distinction, were somewhat formal places and everyone got a minimal ration
of respect.Away from the bank, everyone called him Boner.
He had noticed in the last two years, even his mother has stopped calling
him William, or even Bill, and had taken up Boner as well. Perhaps, he
thought, her adoption of the nick name had something to do with Kim
leaving. He was fairly sure she did not know its somewhat rude meaning,
at least as it was used in some circles.But for Boner the name seemed to be a sort of
crystallization of his life. It could mean, boner, as in a really dumb
mistake, or, boner, an embarrassing erection. But for him, in addition to
all the subtexts, it was just his name, more profoundly than William Hudson
Bogner could ever be.So there you have it: That is Boner. Or, more
precisely, that was Boner. Fate had other plans for him. The man he had
been last Friday afternoon when he left the bank for a weekend free nude lolita guestbook trip to
Chicago was effectively dead! The man who now sat before his computer on
Sunday evening was a time bomb, a Faustian dynamo, a veritable one man
sexual revolution in the making.But to tell the whole story, we must go back to
the proper beginning. And that would not have been last Friday night, but
rather his freshman year at university.Boner had moved into the little single room at
the end of the third floor. It was move-in day in the freshman men's dorm
and the noise level was a little higher than your average rock concert.
Most of the guys on his floor, Boner quickly realized, had asked to be
assigned to a room with a high school friend. As a result, there were the
jock rooms, the scholar rooms, the musician rooms, and so on. He also
realized that he had been given a single room, one of only four on the
floor, because he had not asked for a specific room mate and the university
staff people making more arbitrary matching from the information on
admission forms, could tell so little about Boner, that they had taken the
safe route and given him one the four corner rooms. Those rooms were a
little smaller in order to accommodate the stairwells at either end of the
halls. It was great to have a private room, but Boner quickly began to
think of them as the Losers' Rooms, the rooms for the guys nobody wanted to
have a room mates.Well, that wasn't anything new to Boner. He had
never been good at sports and by the time he'd reached third grade, he had
been identified by his classmates as the inevitable last kid chosen for any
team. In high school it had been worse. Boner just didn't fit into any of
the established groups. He wasn't a jock, he wasn't a scholar. He didn't
play a musical instrument and he certainly didn't sing. In fact, Boner was
so far out of the loop that he didn't even fit into the more structured
groups of nerds. He was a loner, both by choice and by default.Then he arrived at the university preteen lolita pics model and made his
observation about the nature of the corner rooms and the guys who were
assigned them and he had a kind of insight. The dorm had six floors and
there were four corners on each floor. That meant that there was a total of
twenty-four such rooms. Given the statistical possibility that a few of
those guys had been put into corner rooms because of some administrative
quirk, there was still the strong likelihood that there were at least a
dozen or more guys with whom he had at least something in common; call it
"looserhood."It was easy enough. Boner knew where these other
candidates for uniqueness were. It was the start of a new school year and
everyone in the dorm was room hopping anyway, meeting new neighbors,
checking up on old high school friends who has been assigned to the same
dorm, and just generally roaming the halls, getting acclimated to their new
home. Boner joined the parade, little naked nymphet lolitas but he didn't roam aimlessly. No, he was a
man with a mission. Within a few hours he had met all but two of the other
"corner guys," as he had begun to think of them. russian lolita models website And he was pleased to find
that his first insight had proved to be true. In fact, as he made his
rounds, he tended to feel that the administrative quirk quotient was very
small, perhaps nonexistent. The other corner guys were, like himself,
loners. Several were so strange that he knew he would not pursue any sort
of friendship with them. But half a dozen of them turned out to be quite
interesting and one in particular, was down-right fascinating. That was
Star.Danny Star was really thin. He looked a lot like
the kid Charles Atlas had missed. His whole demeanor seemed to dare you to
kick sand in his face. But there was a certain undeniable quality in his
personality which attracted Boner. Over the next few weeks they became
close friends. In fact, Boner later realized, Star was his first real
friend, ever.The first day of classes, as Boner was dressing
after the required and much dreaded Freshman Gym class, he looked across
the huge locker room and saw Star. It turned out that they were not in the
same class, but the classes they were in met at the same time. Boner had
resolved to head back to his dorm as soon as the class was over, and shower
and change there with some degree of privacy, rather than suffer the
discomfort of the huge open shower rooms at the gym. But when he saw Star
toss his gym clothes into his locker, wrap a towel around his thin hips and
head for the shower, Boner, on a whim, did the same. He managed to find a
shower head across from the one Star was using. >From that position, he
guardedly checked out his new friend's naked body. Boner was amazed and
somewhat relieved to see that Star was as meagerly equipped as himself. In
fact, Star's whole body seemed to scream inadequacy. He had virtually no
physique at all, if by that you meant visible muscle. He was so skinny it
was almost painful to look at him. Boner's first impression was of photos
he'd seem on emaciated POWs or refugees or concentration camp survivors.
Star had little or no body hair apart from a sparse, pale patch above his
puny dick. Boner was very pleased. In fact, he was ecstatic. Here was a guy
with whom he could feel equal, even superior. Star, in Boner's eyes, was a
really cool guy.Over the next few months Boner and Star became
good friends. Star was a bright guy, not a commonly recognized fact, given
his rather incommunicative nature. Through Star, Boner met Kim, the girl
he later married. That meeting occurred because Kim's roommate, Patty, was
from the same town as Star and an old high school friend of his. The four
of them double dated.Just before the Christmas holidays the four of
them went to a big party together. They left it early, parked and made
out, Boner and Kim in the font seat of Boner's old Chevy, Star and Patty in
the rear. It was okay, Boner thought. He liked Kim, topless nude 16yo lolita enjoyed holding and
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