Date: Tue, 08 Oct 2002 13:04:41 +0800
From: suntop100@graffiti.net
Subject: Alex

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction which contains descriptions
of sexual acts between an adult and a minor child.  Any similarity to
actual events or resemblance to persons living or dead is purely
coincidental.


ALEX

	The house may not have looked like much, but to me it was paradise.
After years in the city I had finally done it, finally arranged my life so
that I could move out to the country and work at home.  The house itself
was a big, rambly old Victorian, a little tattered, but that was okay.
What made it paradise was the location, perched on a promontory overlooking
the rocky New England coast.  Like I said, paradise.
	Well, it turned out that paradise needed some work.  A lot of work,
actually.  But that was okay, too.  I didn't know much about home
improvement, but I had common sense and a lot of tools.  Toss in some
handyman's guides and I would be just fine.
	I had been in the place for about a week when I met him.  I was out
in the yard gathering up fallen branches and brush for a bonfire, and
cursing whatever demon had motivated me to buy a fixer-upper in August.  It
was a hot day -- hotter than you'd think it would get this far north -- and
I was dirty, sweaty, and sinking into a truly foul mood.  How that was
about to change.
	From behind me I heard something skid to a stop on my gravel
driveway.  Turning around, I felt my breath catch in my throat.  I was
never one to believe in love at first sight until that moment.
	Seated on a bike in front of me was a boy.  And what a boy!  I
would have put his age at anywhere between 10 and 12, lean and tanned a
nutty brown.  He had longish, messy brown hair with just a touch of curl
above the ears, slightly oversized ears, and big, bright blue eyes with an
unmistakable spark of intelligence to them.  He was wearing somewhat
tattered cutoffs, an old Aerosmith T-shirt that was obviously too big for
him, and dirty old sneakers with those low-rise white ankle socks.
Surrounded by a haze of dust from my driveway, chest heaving from exertion,
he was vision to behold.
	"Hi," I said, surprised that I had found my tongue.
	"Hi," he replied.  His voice was just a little raspy.  "You're new
here, huh?"
	"Um, yeah.  I just moved in."
	"Yeah, I saw the trucks the day you came.  I never thought anyone
would buy the old Crandall place.  No one's lived here in, like, forever."
	"Well, I guess someone did," I replied, thinking how stupid it
sounded.  "My name's John.  John Schellenberger."  I offered my hand.
	He shook it in the half-limp, unsure manner of boys.  "I'm Alex
Parma," he said.  "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Schell... Schillin..."
	"Schellenberger," I said.  "Don't worry, it's a tough name.  I
couldn't even spell it until I was fourteen," I joked.  He smiled.
"Anyway, just call me John."
	"Okay, John.  It's very nice to meet you," he repeated.
	"You too."  He released his grip.  "Where'd you learn to be so
polite, Alex?"
	Something momentarily flashed across his eyes.  Was it anger?  "My
father, I guess," he said.  "Anyway, why I'm here is... well, I was
wondering if maybe you needed any work done around here?"
	Looking around at the tangled mess of bushes and branches around me
I said, "No, I'm pretty much done.  This is how I like it."
	"Oh," Alex replied, "Well, I'm sorry to bother you..."
	"I'm kidding," I interrupted.  "Yeah, there's lots to do around
here.  And I'd love the help."
	He looked relieved.  "Okay," he said, excited.  Then, looking
embarrassed, he continued, "Um..."
	Before he could finish I said, "How does twenty-five dollars a day
sound?"
	He looked at me with exactly the same amount of surprise as if I
had just casually suggested taking a quick flight to the Moon.  "Really?  I
didn't think... I mean, sure, yeah!"  The look of happiness on his face was
amazing -- this was obviously a kid not used to having a lot of money.
	But he was worth every penny, and more.  He was an amazing worker,
tireless and eager to please.  All day long we worked side by side,
clearing the yard, raking, pulling weeds.  It was hot, dirty work, but he
never balked.  And even though I never asked him to do anything really
difficult, he always seemed to do things without my asking.  As we worked
we talked and got to know more about each other.
	My guess about his age had been right on the money -- he was
eleven.  He lived in this small rural town with his father, who from what I
gathered was some kind of handyman.  He didn't seem eager to discuss his
father, in fact, so I didn't push it.  He never mentioned a mother, so I
didn't ask.  He was an only child, and as near as I could tell he was also
the Only Child for several miles around, because he said there were no
other kids around and that he basically spent his days by himself.
	He asked me about my work, and was very interested in the fact that
I was a writer.  I don't think he'd ever met anyone besides his teachers
who didn't work with their hands.  He was also impressed that I had a
computer -- he said that the nearest one was at the library two towns over,
and he didn't get over there very much because it was such a long bike
ride.  I wondered why his father didn't drive him, but decided not to ask.
	He asked if I was married or had any kids, and seemed almost
relieved when I answered both questions in the negative.  He then paused
for a moment and asked, "Do you have a girlfriend?"
	"No," I answered, "No girlfriend, either."
	He seemed satisfied with that, and for just a second I thought I
saw a little smile cross his lips before he went back to what he was doing.
	"How about you?" I asked.
	"What?"
	"Do you have a girlfriend?"
	He looked a little surprised by the question.  "No way," he said
with finality.
	For the rest of the day we just chatted about silly things.  He
told me a little about the area, and as he did I realized how little there
was to tell.  At around five o'clock I decided to call it a day.  Alex
wanted to keep working, but I assured him that there would be plenty more
to do tomorrow.
	I went into the house to get his money, and when I came out he was
once again seated on his bike.  Handing him the cash I said, "Thanks a lot
for the help, really.  You did a great job."
	He looked at the wad of bills as if he didn't seriously think I was
going to give it to him.  "Wow.  Jeez, thanks, John," he said.  With great
care he put his wages in his pocket.
	"No problem.  I'll see you tomorrow?"
	"Yeah, of course.  What time?  I can be here at five if you want,"
he offered eagerly.
	"Five!  Good God, boy, that's way too early!  Eight will be fine."
	He looked almost disappointed.  "Okay, I'll be here at eight."
	"Great," I said.  And then, without thinking, I put my hand on his
head, let it slip down to the back of his neck, and gave a gentle squeeze.
This made Alex smile.
	"See you tomorrow," I said, pulling my hand back.
	"See you," he said.  As he rode down the driveway he turned, waved,
and yelled back, "Eight o'clock!"

*****

	He was there at seven-thirty, which was fine by me.  I was out on
the porch pulling off rotted railing slats when I heard the bike coming up
the drive.  Leaving it in a heap at the bottom of the steps, he bounded up
to where I was standing.
	"Hi, John!"  He had the biggest smile.
	"Hi, Alex.  Early, I see."
	"Yeah, well, I was up anyway, so I figured I'd just come over.  If
you weren't up I was just gonna pick more weeds."
	I noticed that he was wearing the same shorts as yesterday, but
instead of a T-shirt he was wearing a baggy red tank top that exposed his
slender brown shoulders and much of his smooth chest.  My God he was
gorgeous.
	"Well, I'm sure glad to see you.  You ready to work with power
tools?"
	His eyes lit up.  "Yeah!"
	And so for the rest of the day we worked on the porch, tearing down
the old wood and replacing it with brand new lumber straight from the Home
Depot.  It got hot again, and there was a lot to do, but he was as helpful
as ever, and somewhat surprised, I think, that I trusted him with my
valuable tools.  It took all day, minus a break for lunch and several more
for lemonade or water, but when it was over the porch looked like it had
been professionally remodeled.  As we stood admiring our work, I suddenly
realized how late it had become.
	"Wow, I can't believe the time, " I said, glancing at my
wristwatch.  "It's already seven-thirty!"
	Alex just nodded, seemingly unconcerned.
	"Well, you feel like eating?" I asked.
	"Sure," he answered.
	We went into the house and I quickly whipped up some submarine
sandwiches and chips, which we washed down with copious amounts of Pepsi.
We sat at the kitchen table and ate, and I watched as Alex scarfed his food
like a boy possessed.  When he was done I said, "Boy, I guess you were
hungry, huh?"
	"Yeah, I guess so.  I didn't really notice until now."
	"Yeah, that's how it hits you sometimes."  It was dark outside now.
"Say, do you want me to drive you home?  I mean, your father must be
wondering where you are by now."
	Alex looked uncomfortable.  "Ah, well, actually, I was gonna ask
you about that.  I was wondering if, ah, maybe I, um, might be able to
maybe stay here tonight?"
	I was thunderstruck.  Did he really say that?
	"Here?" I repeated.  "Won't your father wonder where you are?"
	Alex's face went momentarily dark.  "No, he doesn't care.  He'll be
so drunk by now he won't even know.  If he's even home."  He spat these
words out like they burned.
	"Oh.  Well, I guess..."
	"I promise I won't be any trouble," he interrupted, "I'll be good."
He was starting to get anxious.
	"Hey, hey," I soothed, "It's no trouble, Alex.  And you don't have
to worry about being 'good' or anything."  I paused for a second, "I'd like
it if you stayed here."
	Relief swept across his face like a wave.  "Really?  You're sure?"
	"Yeah, of course."  I would have said anything to make him happy.
	"Thank you, John.  Thanks."
	"Sure."  I hesitated.  "But, ah, the thing is, all my furniture
hasn't arrived, so I only have the one bed."
	"That's okay," Alex said, "I can sleep on the floor.  Or, well,"
his voice became quiet so that he almost whispered, "I could sleep with
you.  If that's okay, I mean," he added quickly.
	I almost couldn't believe my ears.  Would that be okay with me?  It
would be more than okay!  But what I said was, "Sure, that's fine."
	Alex just smiled that million-dollar smile again.
	I took a quick shower, then showed Alex how to work everything and
where the towels were so he could take one, too.  While he did, I fretted
about what to wear, then finally pulled on a pair of boxers and a T-shirt.
Normally I slept nude, but I figured that would be too much.  A few minutes
later I heard the water stop, and seconds after that Alex came walking out
of the bathroom wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist.  His hair
was disheveled and wet, and drops of water glistened on his slender, tanned
body.  I could barely take my eyes off him.  His chest was slim but well
defined with youthful muscles, each rib standing out in bas-relief beneath
his smooth skin.  The towel was slung low enough that I could just make out
the beginnings of his pubic crease slipping down beneath the terry cloth to
his groin.
	"Uh, I didn't have anything to wear.  My stuff was all sweaty.  But
I though if you had an old T-shirt or something..."
	I had to sit down on the bed.  I couldn't believe how beautiful he
was.
	He noticed how I was looking at him, and again I thought I saw that
tiny half-smile.  He walked over to the bedside and stood in front of me.
"Or, ah, if you don't have anything, ah, well, I don't have to wear
anything.  I mean, I'll be under the blankets and stuff, right?" he asked.
	This was unbelievable.  "Yeah," I said, swallowing hard, "I guess
you would be."
	"Okay," he whispered.  And with a quick gesture, he dropped the
towel, revealing his beautiful body in all it's glory.  There was not a
lick of hair on him, and his beautiful cut little boy cock was partly
erect.  He lowered his eyes a little shyly, "I guess it's nothing you ain't
seen before, anyway, huh?"
	"Not as beautiful as you," I said, and couldn't believe I'd said
it.
	But instead of being surprised he smiled proudly.  "Really?"
	I swallowed again.  "Yeah, really."
	He looked at me for what seemed to be a very long moment, then
finally said quietly, "Do you want to touch me?"
	I couldn't believe what was happening.  I was so excited, but
terrified at the same time.  I could barely talk.  "Oh, Alex, more than
anything.  But I shouldn't.  It's illegal, you know, and, ah, I mean, if
anyone ever found out..."  I trailed off.
	"It's okay," he said, "I want to.  And I ain't gonna say anything.
I promise."  His beautiful dick was now a fully erect four inches, and
almost throbbing.  He moved in closer so that my hand was only inches away
from it.  I could feel the heat of his boyhood and smell the mixture of
shampoo and freshly washed skin.  My heart was beating a mile a minute.
	"Go ahead," he urged, "Touch me.  Please."
	I couldn't resist.  I reached up and put my hands on his waist,
then slid my right down and gently took hold of his beautiful, smooth dick.
He sighed at my touch, and the feel of his childish young skin was
electric.  He pushed himself into me and put his hands on my shoulders.  I
slowly began to stroke his cock.
	"I like that," he said.
	"Me, too," I said, and ran my left hand up his slightly arched
back.  God he felt so good to me.  I leant forward and kissed one of his
nipples, which made him giggle a bit, then say, "Do it again," so I did.
He smiled and gave just the slightest moan.
	He crawled forward and sat in my lap.  With one hand around the
back of my neck, he nuzzled my chest.  "Maybe you should, you know, be
naked, too," he said softly.
	There was nothing I wanted more.  He must have been able to feel my
erection straining against my pants beneath his round young butt.
	"Really?" I asked, "I mean, are you sure?"
	"Uh-huh.  I wanna see you."  He paused, almost shy, "I wanna touch
you, too."
	He crawled off my lap and lay on his side beside me.  I stood up
and pulled off my shirt, then began to pull down my boxers.  Alex reached
over and grabbed the waistband.
	"Can I do it?"
	I was trembling.  "Yeah."
	Slowly, with relish, Alex slid my boxers down until they puddled
around my ankles.  I stepped out of them and slid beside him on the bed.
He was staring with rapt attention at my erect cock.
	"It's really big," he said.  "And you got a lot of hair down
there."
	For a second I though maybe I had scared him.  "Alex, you don't
have to, I mean, if it's too much..."
	He looked up at me with a cocky grin.  "It ain't like I've never
seen one before, you know."  His hand hovered over my throbbing member.
"Can I?"
	I just nodded.  My body shuddered uncontrollably as his tender
young hand grasped my dick and began sliding up and down.  My trembling got
even worse as he slowly drove me wild with pleasure.
	"You're shaking," he said, "Am I doing it okay?"
	"Oh God it's fantastic.  You're doing it great," I gasped.  "I'm
shaking because I just can't believe this is happening.  It's been... well,
a long time."
	"Oh yeah?" he replied slyly.  He started to grip a little tighter.
He lightly stroked my chest with the fingertips of his free hand.  "You
like that?" he asked.
	I wasn't going to last much longer.  "Oh God yeah," I said.
	Suddenly he smiled and let go of me.  Climbing across my chest he
straddled me and brought his face to within inches of mine.  With a
lascivious little grin he asked, "Do you wanna suck dicks?"
	I put my hands on his sides and slid them up and down along his hot
boyflesh.  "Do you?" I replied.
	He nodded.  "Yeah."
	"You don't have to if you don't want to, you know," I said.
	"I want to."
	He started to slide down to my crotch, but I stopped him and rolled
him over.  "How 'bout you first?" I asked.
	He giggled a little and nodded okay.  Still caressing his smooth
torso, a slowly slid down to his hot little boyhood.  As I stroked it a few
times I could feel it throbbing in my hands.  Licking my lips, I leaned
into him and took him into my mouth.  Alex let out a sharp exhalation of
breath as I engulfed him, then settled into a low, steady moan.  With
utmost care I slid up and down on his trembling cock, almost letting it pop
out of my mouth but not quite, then engulfing it again.  Alex began to push
ever so slightly with his hips, and we quickly fell into a rhythm.  I
couldn't believe how good he smelled, how good he tasted.  With my hands I
explored every inch of his chest and back, sliding in time with my oral
strokes.  From the sound of his breathing he was loving it.
	After a few minutes Alex began to pant.  "Oh... oh, John,
something's happening.  Oh God I don't know what's going on.  Oh please,
oh, oh, ohpleaseohpleaseOHMYGOD!"  His body tensed, his back arched, and in
a flash he was in orgasm, his hot boycum shooting into the back of my
throat.  I eagerly swallowed all of his cum, and as his orgasm petered out
I carefully sucked and licked him clean before releasing his now-softening
penis from my lips.  Sliding up next to him I began to rub his chest.
	"Was that your first time?" I asked.
	He was still recovering from the sensations.  "Yeah... no... I
mean, kind of," he stammered.  "I had my dick sucked before, but it's never
been like that.  That was... that was awesome!"
	"That was an orgasm," I said with a grin.
	"Wow," was his only reply.  After a few seconds he said, "I wanna
do you now."
	Still stroking his chest I said, "You don't have to if..."
	He cut me off.  "I know, I know.  But I really want to.  Roll over
on your back."
	I did as I was told.  Alex flashed me that same dirty-little-boy
smile, then slid down to my waiting cock.  Licking his lips as I had done,
he made an "o" with his lips and sucked me into his mouth.
	The sensation was the greatest I have ever felt.  He was obviously
not new to this -- he was simply too good at it.  Mimicking my actions, he
slid his hands up and down my waist and thighs as his head bobbed
enthusiastically on my rigid cock.  He took it all without difficulty,
sucking hard and licking the underside with his tongue as he slid up and
down.  I couldn't suppress a moan of pleasure, and in what seemed like
seconds I could feel the pressure of my impending explosion.
	"Alex, babe, you're going to make me cum in a second.  You might
want to get off," I said.
	My near-critical cock still in his mouth he mumbled a negative
"huh-uh," and continued working me with vigor like a pro.  Seconds later I
could bear no more, and exploded into his mouth in an orgasm like none I
had ever experienced.  Alex didn't balk or miss a stroke, and he didn't
stop until he had drunk all of my man juice down.  Finally done, he let go
and crawled up so that he was laying on my chest.
	"How was that?" he asked.
	I stroked his beautiful face.  "It was awesome, babe.  The best I
ever had."
	Alex seemed pleased.  "Really?"
	"Really."
	We just lay there holding each other for several minutes.  Finally
Alex spoke.
	"John?"
	"Yeah?"
	"I think I love you."
	Kissing him gently on the forehead I said, "I think I love you too,
Alex."
	And with a contented sigh, Alex fell asleep in my arms.  I listened
to the sound of his breathing, and felt his heartbeat as his slender young
body lay against mine, until I, too, finally drifted off.

*****

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