Date: Mon, 14 Oct 2002 04:43:38 +0000
From: Lewis Oldenburg <suntop100@graffiti.net>
Subject: Alex, Part 2

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
Part 2


	I woke to the sun streaming through my window and Alex still asleep
in my arms.  So it hadn't been a dream.  The alarm clock flashing
six-fifteen told me it was still early.  For several minutes I lay there
just feeling the rhythmic thump of the boy's heart, and the warmth of his
nude body twined with my own.  I truly had found paradise.
	I began to stroke his shoulder -- softly, so as not to wake him.
He sighed in his sleep and shifted slightly.  As he did I noticed several
reddish, discolored spots on his upper back.  Carefully running my fingers
over them I found that they were tender and somewhat raised.  If Alex had
been older -- and using steroids -- I might have thought they were pimples.
But he was too young for that, and besides, there wasn't a blemish anywhere
else on his perfect, smooth little body.  I knew from intimate familiarity.
They almost looked like...
	It hit me like a brick upside the head.  They were burns --
cigarette burns.  "Jesus Christ," I thought, my mind snapping back to the
few references Alex had made to his father.  From what he'd said the guy
was a drunk, but he'd never mentioned anything... worse.  But then, what
would I expect?  I had to remind myself that I'd only known Alex for a
couple of days.  He wasn't about to go spilling his guts to someone he'd
only just met.  Christ, most people kept that kind of shit bottled up their
whole lives.
	My mind was racing with speculation, and every image I conjured up
just made me madder and madder.  I remembered the darkness that passed
across Alex's beautiful face those times he talked about his father, the
flicker of hate in his eyes.  I hugged him tighter.  Oh, Alex baby...
	He must have sensed my mounting tension, because he began to stir.
He raised his head, his hair tousled and disheveled, looked at me, and
smiled.
	"Good morning," I said, putting my thoughts about his father on the
back burner -- for the time being, at least.
	Alex crinkled his nose.  "Yuck.  You got morning mouth."  His voice
was raspy with sleep.
	Blushing, I turned so that my breath was aimed away from him.  "Oh,
sorry."
	With a look that said he was afraid he had hurt my feelings he
quickly replied, "S'okay, I don't mind."  As if to prove it, he slid up and
gave me a kiss.
	I ran my hair through his hair, then slid it down along his back.
Caressing his firm little bum under the covers I asked, "So how did you
sleep?"
	"Great.  I like sleeping with you," he said.
	"I like sleeping with you, too."  Framing my words carefully, I
went on, "Alex, about what we did last night... Ah, I just want to make
sure that you, I mean..." I was stammering.  I paused to collect my
thoughts and continued, "I just want to make sure that you're okay with it.
I don't want you to think that I would make you do anything you don't want
to do."
	Alex looked at me almost scornfully.  "I know.  You didn't MAKE me
do anything.  I wanted to do it with you."  Then he flashed his naughty
grin and said, "Besides, you're the one who seemed kinda nervous."
	"Yeah, well, I guess maybe I was," I admitted.  "I've never done
anything like that with anyone so... so young."
	He frowned a little.  "Do you not want to do it anymore 'cuz I'm
not old enough?"
	"No, no," I explained quickly, "No, babe, I like what we did -- I
loved it.  And I love being with you."  I reached up and stroked his face.
"I love you."  He smiled and looked relieved at this.  "It's just... if
anyone ever found out I could get in a lot of trouble.  A LOT of trouble."
	"I know that," he said.  "And I ain't stupid.  I'm not gonna say
anything to anyone."  He slipped his hand down to my crotch and started
playing with my pubic hair, which immediately started making me hard.  He
grinned at this.  "I love you too."
	He kissed me again, and this time he opened his mouth and pushed
his tongue in against mine.  We wrapped our arms around each other as our
lips parted, and Alex nuzzled against my neck.  We lay like that for what
seemed forever, in perfect bliss.
	Finally Alex spoke.  "John?"
	"Yeah, babe?"
	He propped himself to look at me directly.  "Can I ask you
something?"
	"Of course."
	Looking me in the eyes, our noses almost touching, Alex asked, "Am
I your boyfriend?"
	As always I was a little surprised by his directness.  "Do you want
to be?"
	He nodded.  "Yes."
	"Yeah, babe," I answered.  "You're my boyfriend."
	Beaming with joy, he lay his head back against my bare chest.
	My little boyfriend.

*****

	Just over an hour later Alex was seated at my kitchen table eating
Raisin Bran.  He was wearing one of my T-shirts, which came down to just
above his knees, and nothing else.  I'm sure he would have been perfectly
happy to run around buck naked, but I was expecting a package and I figured
it might look a little funny to the UPS guy if there was a naked
11-year-old in the house.
	I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down across from Alex.  My
thoughts had come back to the burn marks on his back, and I decided to
bring it up to him.
	"Um, Alex, there's something I want to ask you about."
	He took a slurp of milk from his bowl and looked at me
inquisitively.  "Whassup?"
	"Ah, well, I don't mean to invade your privacy or anything," I
said, "But, ah, I noticed before that you've got some kind of marks on your
back.  Did you get hurt or something?"  I hoped that by phrasing it that
way it would give him an 'out' if he didn't want to talk.
	He looked surprised, and maybe a little ashamed.  I was immediately
sorry I had brought it up.  "Oh, ah, well, I was riding my bike with no
shirt on and I fell off, and it was all, like, gravely and stuff.  I guess
I got scraped or somethin'."
	I could tell by his tone and posture that he was lying.  I decided
to back out of the conversation to give him some breathing room.  "Yeah,
that must have sucked," I said.  "Maybe I could put some cream on it to
make it feel better?"
	"Nah, it doesn't hurt."
	"Okay."  I tried to sound lighthearted, "Next time don't be such a
klutz, okay?"
	"Okay."
	We finished breakfast and got dressed.  I figured we would work on
the house more today, but Alex seemed to be a little anxious and said he
should get back home -- it was a Saturday and his father would be awake
soon and looking for him.  He said he'd probably be able to come back in
the afternoon, and I made sure he had my phone number in case anything came
up.  Reluctantly, hoping I hadn't spooked him by bringing up what must have
been a sensitive subject, I watched him ride down my driveway and
disappear.

*****

	I'll be honest -- I didn't get much work done that day.  Most of
the time I was too worried about Alex to concentrate.  Was he okay?  Was he
in trouble?  And just what did it mean to be 'in trouble' in his house?
Something told me it wasn't good.
	By six o'clock that evening I still hadn't heard from him, and I
was starting to get almost panicky.  I seriously considered jumping in my
car and driving over to his house -- I didn't know the exact address but I
had a general idea of where it was -- just to make sure everything was all
right.  At one point I had the keys in my hand and was just about to leave,
but then I thought, "What if he tries to call?"  I hadn't gotten cell phone
service up here in God's Country yet, so he wouldn't be able to reach me if
I wasn't home.  Besides, my showing up might get him in more trouble.
Frustrated, nervous, and worried as Hell, I did something I almost never do
-- I reached for a bottle of Scotch.  Sinking into the chair by the phone,
I took a big drag and settled in to wait.
	I must have fallen asleep, because I woke up to the phone ringing.
As I picked it up I glanced at the clock.  Nine fifteen.
	"Hello?  Alex?"  I must have sounded frantic.
	From the other end of the line his voice seemed very far away.
"John?  I'm real sorry to call so late.  I'm so sorry."  He sounded like he
had been crying.
	Shaking off the booze's effects, I said, "Alex, babe, don't worry,
it's okay.  What's the matter?  Are you all right?"  My heart was racing.
	"Not really," he said with a sniff.  "Um, John, can I come over?"
	"Of course you can," I said, "You don't have to ask.  Where are
you?  Do you want me to come get you?"
	"No, no, I'll ride my bike.  You sure it's okay?"  He sounded so
desperate, I wanted to reach through the phone and pull him to me.
	"I'm absolutely sure.  I want you to be here."
	Though he was still sniffling I could swear I could almost hear him
smile over the phone.  When he spoke the relief was obvious in his voice.
"Okay.  Thanks.  I'm comin' right now.  Thanks, John."
	"Okay, babe.  I'll be waiting."
	He hung up.  Putting the phone back in its cradle, I looked down at
the bottle of Scotch still in my hands.  Tossing it in the trash, I got up
and turned on the porch light.  Then I walked halfway down the driveway to
wait.
	It was the longest fifteen minutes of my life.  The whole time I
kept thinking of the terrible things that might have happened to my
beautiful boy.  Was he hurt?  If he was riding his bike he must be more or
less all right, but still...
	Finally I heard the crunch of gravel beneath knobby tires.  As I
walked forward to meet him Alex came flying around the bend, almost plowing
right into me.  Letting the bike fall aside, he wrapped his arms around me
and buried his face in my chest.  I could feel his chest hitching.
	"It's okay now, babe, I'm here," I cooed, stroking his head.  "I'm
here."
	Even in the dark I could see the tear-streaks on his face when he
looked at me.  "I'm sorry," he said again, "It's real late, I don't wanna
bother you, but I couldn't stay there."
	"It's all right," I soothed, "You don't have to keep apologizing.
Everything is going to be all right."
	He just nodded.  I scooped him up into my arms and carried him back
into the house, where I set him down on the sofa.  After shutting off the
outside lights and locking the door, I got a glass of water and took it
back to him.  When I sat down next to him he snuggled right into the nook
of my arm.
	I wasn't sure what to say, or even if I should say anything.  I
decided to play it safe -- I just stroked his head.  After a few minutes
his breathing was more relaxed and he seemed more settled.  Finally he
spoke.
	"I like being with you," he said.
	"I like being with you, too, babe."
	"I bet your wonderin' what happened today, huh?" he asked.
	"The thought crossed my mind," I answered.
	He took a deep breath.  "What happened was I got my ass beat," he
said very low.
	I hugged him and gave him a kiss on the head.  "I'm so sorry,
babe."
	He shrugged.  "It don't matter.  It's not like it's the first
time."
	The thought that this boy had been hurt so often that it seemed
normal to him made me mad.  I wanted to reach out and pop his asshole
father's head like an overripe melon.  But I forced myself to stay calm for
Alex's sake.  "That doesn't make it right, little man."
	He shrugged again, muttering "I don't know."
	"Do you want to tell me about it?" I asked.
	"Not really."  He paused, then said in a whisper, as though he
might be afraid I would laugh at him or something, "I just wanna be here
with you, that's all."
	I didn't know what to say -- maybe there WAS nothing to say.  I
just stroked his hair and rubbed his back.  He gave a sort of contented
whimper and snuggled in tighter against me.
	"I love you," he said.
	"I love you too."
	After a few minutes of snuggling, I felt his hands slide down to my
crotch and begin fumbling with my pants.
	"Hey, hey," I said, "You don't have to do that."
	"I know."  He kept working, and I felt my jeans come open as he
undid the button and pulled down the zipper.  As much as I was worried that
he was doing it for the wrong reasons, I couldn't help getting hard.
	He noticed.  "See, you like it," he giggled."
	Putting my hand on top of his I said, "Yeah, I like it.  And I like
you.  But I don't want to do this if you..."  I had to be careful in my
words so as to make sure he understood.  "...If you think you HAVE to so
I'll like you."
	"I know," he said.
	I continued, "Because I'm going to love you no matter what.  Even
if we never did it again.  "You've become the most important thing in the
world to me, and nothing's going to change that.  You don't have to do
anything."
	"I know," he repeated, starting to sound just a little exasperated.
	"Are you sure, I mean, REALLY sure?  Because you..."
	"Yeah!" he cut me off.  "I get it, you know."  Then, with that
lascivious, let's-play smile, "I wanna DO IT."
	I leaned forward and kissed him.  Giggling, he pulled away and
slipped off his shirt over his head.  I had to catch my breath again at his
defined young chest as it heaved gently with every breath.  As he stood up
to undo his shorts I ran a hand along his abdomen, luxuriating in the
smooth firmness of his young skin.
	"Do you wanna pull my pants down?" he asked.
	I nodded, and he moved in a little closer.  Unsnapping his
waistband, I put my hands on his hips and tugged them down to his ankles.
His little boy dick popped to attention in front of me.
	"Do you like hot dogs?" he asked with a laugh.
	I smiled and said, "Only this one."
	"Well, maybe you should have some," he said.
	Putting my hands on his buttocks, I lifted and guided him so that
he was standing over me with his feet on the sofa, his beautiful little
member dancing inches from my face.  Massaging his firm bum cheeks I took
him into my mouth.
	"Mmmmm," he moaned, "That's awesome."
	Slowly, lovingly, I sucked on his boy rod.  With each bob of my
head I caressed the bottom of his dick with my tongue, then flicked it over
his cock head before plunging down again.  The fresh, somewhat soapy smell
of boy filled my senses.  The taste of him was indescribable.
	Already his breathing was getting heavy.  I feel the muscles in his
butt tightening as he involuntarily began to thrust his hips, humping my
face.
	"Oh, oh, oh you're almost there," he stammered.  "Oh, you almost
struck oil!"
	Increasing the pace ever so slightly, I ran my hands up to caress
his flexing abdominal muscles.  In seconds his body tensed, his back
arching as he thrust burning hot boyhood deep into my throat.
	"Oh oh OH I'm cumming!" he cried as he shot his boyload in a series
of spasms.  I held his waist tightly and drank down his juices.  I felt his
muscles relax and his young dick soften (although not completely, I
noticed) as I licked him clean.  Spent, he lowered his naked body so that
he was sitting on my lap facing me.
	"That was so awesome," he said.
	"I thought so, too," I answered.
	"I'm gonna do you now."
	"Hey," I started.
	"YOU DON'T HAVE TO," he mimicked.  "Just stop saying that, okay?  I
wanna do you."  He started tugging at my shirt.  "C'mon, you gotta be
naked, too."
	How could I argue?  I pulled off my shirt, and Alex rolled off me
and tugged at my pants as I slipped out of them.  He smiled when he saw my
erection.  He ran his fingers through my pubic hair, then started
masturbating me.  I put my arm around him and stroked his back.
	"Is this good?" he asked as his hot little hand slid up and down on
my aching shaft.
	"God yeah," I said.
	"I wanna make you cum."
	"I think you're going to get your wish if you keep doing that," I
said.
	"No," he replied, "Not like this."  Releasing his grip, he leaned
in and licked the head of my cock.  A shudder shot through me.  "Like last
time.  I wanna suck your dick."  Then he leaned in again and wrapped his
lips around my aching member.  The sensation of his hot little mouth
sucking me in was so intense I'm surprised I didn't blow right there.  With
his hand around the base of my dick, he started bobbing and sucking like a
pro.  Once again I was surprised at how much of it he could take -- not all
of it, of course, but more than I would have thought based on his age and
size.
	A tiny stream of spittle leaked out and dribbled down my cock as he
fell into a rhythm.  As he slid up and down on my shaft I caressed his head
and stroked his shoulders, feeling the telltale pull in my balls as I
approached climax.  "It's gonna be soon, babe," I whispered.
	In response he started sucking faster, increasing the suction
dramatically.  My dick could take no more, and, shaking from the intensity,
my orgasm exploded.  Alex took as much as he could, but a little cum
spilled out of the corner of his mouth.  With a giggle he lapped it up.
	"Tastes kinda salty," he said as he finished it off and crawled
back into my lap.  "Is that what mine tastes like?"
	I traced the curve of his cheek with my thumb.  "Uh-huh.  All guys
taste like that."
	"Do you like it?" he asked.
	"I never used to," I said, "But I like yours."
	"For real?"
	"Yeah."
	"I kinda like yours, too," he said.
	I wasn't sure if he was just saying that to make me happy, but I
figured I'd leave it alone for now.  I kissed him on the forehead, and we
sat like that, nude, he in my lap, for a long time.  Finally, Alex looked
at me with that old glint in his eyes.
	"Wanna do it again?"
	Oh God...

*****

Note to the reader: I would like to thank all of the people who have
e-mailed me with their support.  It is very much appreciated.  In answer to
a question I have gotten a lot, I have not written anything else -- "Alex"
is my first venture.  It was originally intended as a one-off, but now I
believe that the story will continue for a while.  Please feel free to
e-mail me at suntop100@graffiti.net with any comments.  Thanks again.