Date: Sun, 6 Mar 2011 18:44:52 -0400
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: Bo and Timmy Pt.1

Synopsis.

David Cummings is a 35 year old single man at the beginning of the story.
He is clearing his drive of snow when he spots a small boy and a dog
walking towards him. The temperature is so low that he fears for the lives
of these two exhausted beings and invites them into his home for something
warm. The result is a deep Father and Son type love until the boy is mid
teens when they become lovers. Just a little sex between the two, but a
long term love of a man, for a boy and his dog.

			       Bo and Timmy
				  Part 1
		     I Meet My Little Man and His Dog

It was damned cold outside. The sidewalks were clear of snow but the frost
on them along with the residue of the previous day's snow made them quite
treacherous.

I had just made a final effort to clear my driveway so that I could, at
last, get mobile again. Despite all my effort I was still cold to the bone.
I thought that no one in their right mind would be out walking in this
temperature. How wrong was I? As I turned to walk back into the house I saw
them.

I'll try to be precise in my description because it beggared belief in this
20 below temperature.

`Them', were a boy and a dog. The dog is easy. He looked like a cross
breed, I used to call them Heinz 57 variety, he was about the same size as
an English Labrador, a lot thinner and a patch work quilt of colours, this
was no husky, with his short haired coat he looked about as frozen as it
was possible to be and still move. The boy was, I guessed on first
assessment, about ten or eleven. Slim, even with all the clothes he was
bundled into. I suppose he was about average for his age, if my assessment
was correct. He was carrying an overstuffed backpack that looked way too
big for him. His head was covered with a Sherlock Holmes cap, the sides
pulled down to cover his ears, but I could see his face looked pinched with
the cold. To look as cold as he was I reckoned they had been out in the
open for some time. That worried me. Hypothermia would take a grip early on
anyone remaining exposed to this temperature for too long, and for a small
boy I thought it was dangerous.

I stopped him as he drew level with my drive and looked at him and the dog
more closely. They both looked as though they were ready to drop with
exhaustion and cold.

"You look like something warm inside both of you wouldn't go amiss at this
moment."

The boy stopped, and as though a switch had been made, the dog stopped as
well. I put out my hand to grip the boy's shoulder because I thought he was
going to fall down, and the dog growled at me. As soothingly as I could, I
said to the dog, "I'm not going to hurt him boy."

The growl stopped and my hand was on the boy's shoulder.

"Why don't you both come into the house and at least get some warmth back
into your bodies."

The boy nodded and walked with me to the house, with the dog alongside, of
course.

I had a roaring log fire in the lounge and boy and dog just stood in front
of it for ages before moving again, by which time I had soup on the go and
some leftover meat warmed in the micro wave and put into a dish for the
dog. I had no idea what else I could do for the animal, apart from water in
another dish, but not cold, just tepid.

I watched the boy from the kitchen door as he eventually moved away from
the fire and stripped off his back pack and his outer coat. He looked as
though he had another two or three on underneath that one.  By the time the
soup was ready he was down to sweaters, having discarded two more coats. He
sat with me in the kitchen and devoured one bowl of soup and some bread. He
didn't ask for any more but I filled his bowl, cut some more bread for him
and he ate it without comment.

"I just heated some cooked meat for your dog and gave him some water. Is
there anything else I can do for him?"

The boy shook his head.

"Timmy."

The dog was by his side looking up at him, in a second.

"Go and lie down by the fire boy."

The dog went and the boy spoke to me.

"Thanks Mister. It's awfully cold out there."

Huh, master of understatement. It was killing cold.

"Like to tell me why you are out in it, and how much further you have to
go."

"My dad threw Timmy out. We're going to look for somewhere to stay."

"Like to fill me in on a few more details?"

"Dad doesn't like Timmy. Today he decided I had to get rid of him. I
wouldn't so he did."

"How long have you had him?"

"Since he was a pup. My Mum bought him for me when his mother was going to
be put down and all the pups as well. She thought I should have a pet
because she said I couldn't have any brothers or sisters."

"What does your mum think now?"

He shrugged. "She died last week. We buried her yesterday."

I couldn't get my head round that. How callous was this man. The boy loses
his mother and the day after she is buried he throws out his son's dog. I
didn't know what to do or what to say at the moment. I needed more time.

"Where are you planning to go?"

He shrugged again, "Don't know. I've just got to find somewhere that I can
stay with Timmy."

"What's your name Son?"

"It's Bo, Mister."

"Well Bo, I think that if you go out in this again Timmy is likely to die,
and you won't be too far behind him. So, would you like to stay here for
the night, and then we'll think about where you can go in the morning."

"What about Timmy?"

"Where does Timmy sleep normally?"

"On my bed."

"Well, I guess he had better sleep in the same place tonight."

Phew, no argument. I couldn't force him to stay, but I was serious about
both of then dying if they went out in this. In the morning I could `phone
the police and see if they had a missing boy report that day. If so I would
take the boy home and see what the father wanted to do. If he hadn't
reported the boy missing that would be pretty conclusive proof he didn't
care. If he were mine I'd be worried sick.

I had a half robe which was towelling. On Bo it would be full length and
probably wrap around him twice.

"Would you like to go and have a long hot shower, climb into my bathrobe
and then come and watch some TV before you go to bed?"

"Yes please Sir."

"Good, come with me."

Bo, and dog, followed me through to the spare bedroom. I had picked up the
backpack and now deposited it on his bed.

"I'll get my robe, you take your shower and then join me in the
lounge. Don't let the dog have a shower as well."

He grinned.

He looked like a little cherub when he rejoined me. Timmy was still dry,
thank heavens.

We watched a little TV and then quite early I made hot chocolate for us and
saw him into bed, with Timmy up there with him. I left a night light on.

When I went to bed I poked my head in the door of Bo's room to make sure he
was ok. Timmy was awake and looked at me, but he didn't growl.

"Good boy," was all I said and backed out to go to my own room.

Lying in bed I gathered my thoughts and my knowledge gleaned so far. All I
really knew was that he had been thrown out by his father, or more
precisely, the dog had and he had packed a bag and joined him. I didn't
know where he lived and I wasn't certain of his age. Not much to go on. I
did manage to sleep, plenty of exercise clearing snow had seen to that, but
I was awake early, so was Timmy. He was sitting by the back door as I
entered the kitchen. I let him out, but he didn't stay there long. He was
soon scrabbling at the door and I let him back in. No messing, he was
straight back to the bedroom and on the bed with Bo. I looked in on them,
Timmy returned my look but Bo was still asleep. I left them and went to
make coffee.

I was on my second cup when Bo wandered through to the kitchen, still half
asleep. He had on a pair of boxers and a T shirt, I could see now how slim
he was.

"Good morning Bo, sleep well."

"Oh yes Sir, thank you."

"Good, why don't you go and wash, clean your teeth and I'll get us some
breakfast. What would you like?"

"Oh, anything."

My guess, proved correct later, was that he didn't get breakfast very
often. I made porridge and laced a bowl of it with milk and sugar. Hot,
nutritional and the sugar would make it palatable for a growing boy. Fruit
juice and toast, all devoured by boy and dog.

"Now then, what are we going to do with you. I don't think it's a good idea
for you to be out in this weather."

While I was talking I had a thought. I stooped down and took one of Timmy's
paws. I touched the pad and the dog withdrew it very quickly.

"Also, I think Timmy will be in serious difficulties if you make him walk
today, his paws are very tender."

Tears then.

"But what am I going to do, I can't go home with him, and I won't leave
him."

"Ok, how old are you Bo?"

"I'm twelve."

"What's your last name and what's your address?"

He looked frightened now.

"I'm not going to make you go home Son, but we need to establish if your
dad wants you back."

"He won't, he never liked me, it was only mum who kept him off me."

"I still need to know who you are."

"My last name is Cooper and my dad lives at 2383 West Boulevard."

When he told me where West Boulevard was I nearly flipped. That was about
fifteen miles away. No wonder the kid was exhausted and the dog in
distress.

"Do you have a telephone number?"

I got it reluctantly and `phoned his father straight away.

"Mr. Cooper, good morning. My name is David Cummings. I have your son and
his dog here, I wondered what you wanted me to do with them."

"Whatever you like, they're both mongrels, I don't want them."

"You realise you have a legal obligation to your son for another six
years?"

"So."

"So if I give them to the police you'll be convicted of abandonment of a
minor. That carries a jail term."

"Look Cummings, I don't want them, I'll pay you to keep the boy, the dog is
no concern of mine."

"I need to think about this, I'll get back to you."

Now what do I do? Talk to a lawyer was the obvious first thing. That proved
helpful. I could keep the boy as long as I had a legal paper signed by the
father. I got it all sorted before calling the father back. I know, I was
letting myself in for trouble. I was a thirty-five year old bachelor, never
been married. I had to be gay or a paedophile didn't I? I actually didn't
think I was either. Now I was going to add a dog and a boy to my
household. More thought and I realised I quite liked the idea. The dog was
well behaved from what I could see and the boy was just made to cuddle. He
was polite, spoke properly, and showed respect. Hell, he was as cute as any
boy I had ever come into contact with.

"Bo, your father doesn't want you but he said he'll sign the papers to make
me your guardian. Would you like to come and live here with me?"

"I don't mind Sir, as long as Timmy can stay too."

Timmy looked at me as though he knew what had been said.

"In that case I guess we had better make Timmy a bed for him to use when
he's not sleeping with you."

I grinned and Bo came to me to give me a hug, and a very soft voice said,
"Thank you, Sir, we won't be any trouble."

Now I just had to sort out the mechanics of it.

Lawyers office with a reluctant father. He looked a slob. Back with him to
pick up all of Bo's things. I left the man my name and address.

"I will expect your support check every month. If you fail to meet your
obligations I will see you in prison."

I didn't need the money, but I wasn't going to let him get away with
abandoning his own kid.
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The story is completed, so part 2 in a couple of days.