Date: Wed, 30 May 2001 10:03:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Zane Green <ZaneG7@excite.com>
Subject: Counting Sheep

Copyright Notice: the author copyrights this story and the author retains
all rights. Expressly prohibited is placing this story at a for pay site. If
you want to place the story at another site please contact me first. This
story was written at the request of one of my favorite readers. I was asked
to write a medical story. I decided, not having the background to do justice
to that type of tale I would write about an issue that concerns me. This is
a story that is pro-condoms. It is also about latex allergies. There are
individuals who are developing allergic reactions to latex, rubber and then
of course condoms. There are many sites on the Internet that addresses this
issue if you would like to have more information. Fortunately there are
substitutes for rubbers, the best substitute currently is Polyurethane which
is said to be thinner than latex and heat generating. There are also
products that use sheepskin. This does not prevent viruses however from
spreading like polyurethane does. Sheepskin is the original material used in
condoms and still manufactured today.

As long as I am on my soapbox I want to add that this is a story where there
is sex between a man and a boy. This is a fantasy. I believe that writers'
need to be free to express themselves. I am grateful that Nifty offers a
place to do this. Once we limit our artistic voice we limit our abilities to
solve problems and be creative. To me the image of the boy symbolizes
beauty, and the child in us all, and freedom. I do not condone sex between a
man and boy, but in the world of fantasy let it always happen. By the way
Comments are welcome and appreciated at ZaneG7@excite.com.


			      COUNTING SHEEP

			   By Zane Hunter-Green

"There's a kid in waiting room that we need to see STAT." The nurse yelled
at me.

I had just finished advising a diabetic who needed help with their insulin
levels.  As I put back the chart I heard an old lady call out "He's very
good, El doctor."

I thought to myself they wouldn't be saying that if they knew what I had
done. I pulled on a pair of gloves and got ready to see the next patient. It
was a boy.

"Where's a parent?" I asked the RN barely glancing at the kid; I was
already in auto drive. 24 hours without sleep will do that.

"No parent, someone must have dumped him here and took off, We have no idea
how long he's been in the clinic. He was sitting in the corner of the room
and it's been so crowded today." The Nurse responded.

"Jesus, he looks like he's burning up." I also knew that he was a street
kid, a runaway. Now that he had my attention, I noted his long blond hair
that made him look girlish. He looked anemic and underfed. He reminded me of
another boy, but that one was far healthier. The clothes he was wearing were
too sexy for an innocent kid; very tight denim shorts and a wifebeater
shirt. I hated that name but this wasn't time to analyze his clothes. Since
I volunteered in the clinic twice a month for the last three years I had
seen everything. I was told that my idealism in medicine would quickly fad,
and it had, long ago. This was more like a war triage. I had allowed myself
to get sucked up in the neighborhood, and I had lost my own battle last
month.

I asked the Nurse to stay with me, but there was a fight down the street and
we were getting some gang bangers who were able to walk in. She took off to
help with the pursuing chaos in the waiting room. I was left alone with the
boy. He moaned quietly as I started to check him out. I lifted him on the
examining table and eased off his shirt, so I could check his heart beat, as
well as his vital signs. I tenderly touched his small belly aware of the
movements from his breathing in and out, so manual yet so important.

 He turned a blood red where my hand touched him, my large hand welted on
his small chest, printed like I had dipped my hand in crimson paint and left
a handprint there. I grew suspicious. I took off my gloves and placed him on
the table lying on his stomach. I gently eased his shorts down. What I saw
made me want to cry for him. His anus looked like he had a terrible disease;
there was an angry rash that inflamed his bottom.

I suspected what he had was an intense allergy to latex. He had been fucked
by men who were careful enough to use rubbers, not knowing that a condom
was a death sentence for him. I knew this because I knew his recent medical
history.  The handprint from the glove was evidence, his reaction to the
substance had gotten to an extreme level, and every fuck took him closer to
death's door.  I knew that I was right. I had a good reason for knowing I
was right. I had tested him for the Aids virus, and hepatitis not too long
ago.  I had written down John Doe number 243 when I sent his labs in, the
tests I had taken myself, his and the other boys, they were listed as John
Does with numbers too. His results mattered the most to me. When I tested
him I observed him carefully. I wondered why this beautiful blond boy was
here selling himself to strangers. I too lusted for him. When his results
came back negative, I put a rubber on that day... It was the same boy, but
in that short period of time his light had dimmed.

It must have been his pimp that brought him in, I knew that he was part of
a stable. It made me so mad that this kind of stuff went on, and yet my
other volunteer work that no one knew about was I tested those boys, and
tried to keep them healthy. In return that one time I gave into the
temptation and slept with him. He was so beautiful no one could resist him.
I didn't even know his name then, I was afraid that it would make him real.
I had thought about him many times since then.

"Go on, take him the pimp had cried, then you'll really understand these
boys. You'll know that they love it, they live for it. You'll be doing him a
favor, really. It's far better to have sex with one John at the house, then
to hit the streets and have to do five strangers."

I had to think of that or I couldn't function. I knew if it wasn't me, it
would be others. I couldn't change it. If this pimp got arrested and these
boys were taken in, the next day too it would be someone else until society
was ready to really care for these kids, not just give them lip service and
reform school.

Would he lie passively, allowing me to take my pleasure, in anyway I so
desired. I was curious, and I was horny, and I was being led by my prick. I
had never taken money to care for these boys, now this one had been given to
me as trade. I decided that I wanted to see what it would be like. I wanted
to have sex with him in the worse way, so I said yes.

We went into a small bedroom. He took off his clothes. He was beautiful, a
young boy God. He led me to the bed.

He smelled sweet, and yet magnetic, making me quiver as I felt the smooth
skin of his rump.

"Will you get me ready, or do you want me to stretch myself?" He asked.

"Can I?" I asked hardly able to croak out anything thinking that he would
talk so casually about anal stimulation.

"Of course." He handed me some lubrication off a small table by the bedside
and twisted his body so his legs were folded over his shoulders placing his
buttock in a prominent position, giving me complete access to him. I had
given rectal examinations before, hell I had been paid to take a gloved
finger and find the prostate hoping for a healthy one. This time my I would
search for that spectacular organ with a raw finger with the goal to massage
it and cause him to dilate his rectum so I could use it for my own organ
hard with the anticipation of what would be next.

I was able to brush his hair with my other hand as I straighten my index
finger and slid it into the offered hole.

"Ahhhhhhh"

"Is it ok"

"Yes, I like it." He said.

I wanted to tell him that he had a tight sphincter muscle, he must be new at
this; I felt a flush of guilt. It was true I had not seen him before.

"Keep going." He demanded.

I slid my finger in and out in a parody of intercourse. As he moaned softly
I took another finger and jettisoned it with the first. I could already feel
the juices being released inside of him, I smelled my fingers the next time
I pulled them out, it was intoxicating. He was already shivering, a hot
little number.

I plunged three fingers in; he writhed and clamped demanding more. He was
ready for me.

"Are you ok in this position?" I asked.

"Humm yes, nice."

I pulled off my boxers; he had already taken my pants off. I felt his small
hands grip my penis, it was hard as a rock. He was making sure I could roll
a condom on without a problem, otherwise he was ready to stimulate me until
I was aroused. What I had done to him had done more than the trick. I had
been dripping pre-cum for some time.

"Are you ready for me" I asked.

"Oh yes!"

"I took my member and placed it by his gaping hole, then I pushed the head
in, and waited for him to get used to it being there.

"Ohhh deeper" he cried.

So I then started to hammer at him, I ravished him. Even with the rubber on
I could feel his heat his warm tightness. He thrust with me. My fingers
curled around his tiny penis trying to stimulate him in two directions.

I quickly eased off, I didn't want to hurt his member as my thrusting became
more powerful, and his body responded, I could hurt him unintentionally. By
this time I had been fully in his anal cavity, if I went any further I might
hurt him there too,

He had enlarged even more, and I heard that delicious sucking sound as I
pulled out and thrusted into him again.

"Ohhhhhhhh yes," he cried that's it faster, faster,
fast.......ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

"Yessssssssss, sooooooooooooo,gooooooooooooooood" I was crying back.

My own warmth spilled around me as I filled the rubber with my seed.
Carefully I pulled out of him so not to undo the damage the rubber had
provided. I rolled it off of me tied the end. He took it from me and put it
in the light. "So much sperm men have." He said.

"Quite a collection" I agreed. "I pulled him next to me giving him a chance
to relax his legs. I hugged and kissed him for a long time, I remember a few
times he scratched at his ass, but I had thought nothing of it, I was too
full of other things.

Was it only three weeks ago?

Now he was my patient. I knew about latex and rubber allergies because my
best friend as I was growing up had cystic fibrosis, and was highly allergic
to latex, which is not un-common My friend lived to be 25, and he was the
reason that I had decided to become a Doctor. I remember how careful he had
to be that he wasn't exposed to rubber, or certain foods for that matter,
such as bananas. We had been lovers, what would he think of what I had done?

I had to decide what to do about the boy. If I turned him in to social
services he would just be back on the street in no time. It had happened to
him twice before, or so I had heard. I was told that he had been molested
many times before he ran away to New York, He had been severely beaten back
home where ever that was, and the authorities kept sending him back. Not
that my silence was justified.

 I also was afraid now of what he might say about me. What if he told what I
had done to him?

I applied an anti-biotic cream and medications to bring down his fever. He
was already coming around. He looked up at me with his large blue eyes.

" I feel better." He said

"I do not know your name." I said.

"Yuri"

"Yuri, so your name is Yuri." I said almost foolishly.

"Yes my name is Yuri, are you going to turn me in Doc?" He looked at me
expectantly, waiting to see what I would tell him.

"No" I decided that I wasn't going to, I wanted to help him myself, and I
had my other reasons.

He was silent.

"Listen Yuri, I need to tell you that what made you sick were the rubbers
that you used."

"What? I always use rubbers, I'm very careful, the other boys even tease me
about it."

"They shouldn't ever do that, they won't again. I'm taking you with me." I
helped him ease on his pants; he grimaced as the rough fabric abraded his
sore ass. I went out the door with the boy who was feeling well enough now
to walk. Talk about a crazy thing to do. The Nurses just nodded at me
thinking I was taking him to the hospital. I had been at the clinic since
the early morning, and it was already two hours after my shift normally
ended. The place was still a madhouse, and yet someone should have
questioned me taking the boy. I was questioning myself.

Here, he was a boy who needed to have sex with a man and I was a man who
needed to have sex with a boy. I was man, he was boy, and now he was going
home with me.

The street was a hodgepodge of parading taxis and spoiled fruits from tired
vendors; I ignored the people in the shadows as I escorted my young charge.
We went up half a city block where a vacant lot had been turned into a
parking lot. "Gracias" I said as I paid the man who ran the lot. Yuri looked
at him as if he knew him. He probably did.

Yuri had been following me without asking questions. That seemed odd as
well. I opened the passenger side door of my Taurus, and he got in. He sat
without complaining, as he must have in the waiting room. He was a kid who
expected pain. I knew this too about him. What he told me later is he had
thought about me many times since I had lain with him. The thought of his
own wishes coming true kept him silent, he had been imagining what it would
be like if he were mine. Unconsciously I had been thinking the same.

Before I left the city I stopped at a deli, and picked up some turkey
sandwiches on rye, chips and raspberry ice tea. He sat in my double-parked
car and waited for me. We crossed the George Washington Bridge as we ate our
meal, and headed North to Rockland County. I should have been too tired to
drive, yet being with him filled me with nervous excitement. Even as pale as
he was at this time he was still far beyond the most beautiful boy I had
ever seen.

  I lived on a very small farm outside of Tuxedo. I kept a few animals as a
hobby. As I pulled in my drive I told myself I would keep Yuri for a night
or two, until he was healthy enough to return to the city. However deep down
I already knew that I planned to keep him for the long term or as long, as
he wanted to stay. He followed me into the house, his eyes bright with
expectation.

 I led him upstairs where I started a bath. He badly needed one, and it
would help him feel better. My tub was one of those old fashion kinds that
have clawed feet and hot and cold water that run through separate faucets.

"This is cool Doc!" he said.

"Thanks Yuri, I guess you need to call me by my name now, it's Dan."

"You want to wash me Dan, pleaseee?"

I did, I picked up the soap and lathered his toes, his ankles, his thigh
moving ever upward to his small penis, I flushed water at his rash, and I
played with his nipples. The dark secret that I knew all about him played in
my mind. I already loved this boy but that I had been one of the men to
thrust a latex covered condom in him almost killed me.

As he lay tranquilly in the tub our eyes meet, and the message from him to
me was the same as I was sending him. I couldn't tear my eyes away. I just
wanted to look at him.

While he was drying himself, I got on the Internet and ordered a gross of
polyurethane condoms. I knew that when he had healed we would use them. He
was now Yuri, and I was Dan. We were more than Man-Boy, and I would fight to
keep him. I would have sex with him too. I knew it. He would ask, and I
would give, he would ask knowing it was what I wanted. I hungered for him,
and he was a boy who was used to giving. I was a man who knew I would take.
The seal between us was broken.

He came to me still naked, looking up at me with his remarkable eyes. He
asked me to squeeze his balls as he called them and I did. I was as hard as
a rock. He got down on his knees and unzipped my pants. Out of my briefs he
carefully swung my penis, and then I felt soft lips pressed, kissing the
tip. And sucking it in to a warm moist throat. He swallowed up to my
scrotum, and played with it sliding it in and out like a favorite flavored
lollypop. This was his way of thanking me.

I came too quickly, and he swallowed my sperm, looking up as he licked the
last drops from the corner of his luscious lips. I got down beside him, put
him in my arms and kissed him, pressing my tongue into the mouth still tangy
with my own sex. I would have liked to turn him over and prepare him so I
could thrust my penis deep inside of him, but I knew I would have to wait
for a week or two.

"Can I have sex again, I think I'd die if you couldn't really love me." He
said.

"Yuri, you can never use regular rubbers again." I told him.

"Then we'll have to bareback won't we?"

"You know a lot don't you, no Neither of us have AIDS, but there are other
diseases, and as careful as I am there is always the risk that I have been
exposed to something. So for that reason I have ordered special condoms made
of polyurethane. I hope that is ok with you?"

"Do they work?" He asked

"Yes, I'm not going to deny that we won't have sex, because we already have,
we will probably again,"

 He nodded his head in the affirmative. "So you're getting me special
rubbers."

"I am. I would have ordered sheepskin too, but it doesn't prevent viruses."

"Sheep skin? Is that why you have sheep on your farm?"

"Yes, I'm in the rubber making business." I joked.

"Poor sheep."

Nah lucky sheep, what a way to go. Knowing that someday you'll be a cock
cover, especially for my penis." I bragged as we both laughed.

Hey Dan, I'd like to be your penis cover, I'll do a better job than your
three sheep."

"Have you been counting my sheep, Yuri"

"Yep, and I think we'll use them for wool instead, ok."

"Yes boss, and how about lanolin too?"

"And stick to that poly stuff. Is that why they say three bags full."

"Two testicles and one penile, all for you"

"And I have three bags for you too, although they're not very big yet"

"They are perfect Yuri, just perfect. Everything about you is perfect"

"Even thought I have a rash?"

"That rash brought you to me, and you'll be just fine."

"I love you Dan."

"I love you too Yuri" I said as I yawned and almost collapsed on my bed.

"Will you let me sleep with you Dan?"

"Yuri, I promise we'll be counting those sheep together as long as you want"

"One two three four five...and I was asleep dreaming of him, remember I had
been up for 30 hours by now.

I more than made up for it a week later when the polyurethane condoms
arrived...

And just so you know we are still counting but it is no longer days, it is
now years.

      The End