Date: Thu, 17 Jul 2008 16:56:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: how_n_dnvr@yahoo.com
Subject: A Dark and Stomy Night

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This is a work of fiction which only happened in fanatsy... darn it!!
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It was a dark and stormy night... well, that is how one starts such
stories.  Actually, that is how this began. My special young friend has
asked that I write about a special begining for us. this is that story.

It was a dark and stormy night in the middle of summer, the thunderheads
had rolled and just before dark and now the sky was lit up in a magnificent
display of nature's fury.  The summer heat and the stifling humidity had me
yearning for any cool breeze.  I had stretched out atop my sheets, hoping
for a little coolness to drift from the open patio door.  By wandering hand
had found my shaft and languishly massaged the demanding flesh as my mind
drifted to several nights, before.  My reverie recalled Richard and the raw
experience of that night.  Richard, like me, was slightly graying, but he
filled his manly frame, far better than I do.  In many ways, Richard was
similar to me, each taking and giving pleasures as opportunities arose.  As
my fingers massaged my member, my mind replayed the erotic feelings that
had filled both sets of my cheeks.

It was then, as lightning lit up the room that I saw him standing beside my
bed.  The start and my embarrassment, melted away in seeing the obvious
fear etched into his face.

"Can ... can I come... can I come in?"

The drowned boy trembled shivering beside my bed as I bolted to gather my
wits and cover my indulgence.  Had I not known him, the boy, Jim, would
have appeared as little more than a ghost.  A rain soaked T-shirt clung to
his fair frame and the wet Levis beneath, hid any support in the darkroom.
The usually golden blonde hair dripped over his face and down his neck in
dark rivulets.  Another crackle of lightning lit the fear draining any
color from his face as he shivered to the roll of the thunder that
followed.

"Can ... can I come... can I come in?"

"Sure..." I fumbled still trying to cover myself with the sheets which were
still bunched beneath me.

Lightning popped and the concussion of thunder, nearly hurled the wet
chilled urchin atop me.  I managed to grab my yet unused towel, and began
to tussle it through his drenched hair.

"We'd better get you dried off and warmed up."

Without a word he slithered out of the clinging shirt as he stepped out of
his silently squishing shoes.  As I toweled at the water in his hair, he
peeled the soggy denim down into the puddle with his shirt and shoes. A
distance spark of lightning revealed a lithe beauty that rippled to the
tympanic medley as it moved away. I continued to briskly to towel his
shivering body as the heavens continued to display their mood.  I could
feel warmth returning to the alabaster skin.  Yet, the body shivered at
each crackle from beyond.  As I tried to dry his back, his arms encircled
me, drawing our nudeness together. I could feel an icy fear, demanding
warmth and protection as the agile body pulled me back onto the bed and
over him.

I knew Jim, or had since he and his mother moved in to the townhome above
mine. That was nearly three years ago. He had been a frail undernourished
child appearing nearly anemic in his translucent skin and airy blond
hair. The only thing definitive about him was his deep dark piercing blue
eyes. During their first few months his mother had openly solicited me in
numerous ways before finding others more willing to share drugs and her
bed. It had also become apparent that Jim was somewhat of an annoyance, or
at least in the way for her contrivances. During the many hours that Jim
was locked out of her place, or waiting for yet another man to leave, he
and I became acquainted. On his eleventh birthday I gave him a key to my
place so that he had somewhere to wait other than the storage locker under
their stairs. I never had to consider his honesty, or his civility.. Over
the years he had grown and filled out a bit, mostly from the well stocked
refrigerator I kept for him. He was marvelously mentally quick with an
artistic vend that always kept me entertained. However, Jim also was one to
be quiet in ways that spoke of abuse and abandonment. Aside from his
academic presence it was evident that school was no haven, as peers at that
age could be innately cruel to those who feared. Jim was afraid of nearly
everything in the real world and turned to quieter pursuits. He had few
friends other than another slightly older boy with many of the same
qualities. Despite the difference in years Jim and I had become very good
friends.

The storm continued with diminishing displays and drumming. The occasional
gust sallied little tantrums of rain against the window, and the now closed
door. Jim had curled in to a tight ball at my mid section as he clung
pulling my arms around him. His breathing hung on each surge. Yet warmth
was returning to his body as he melted into me.

I live and work out of townhome consists of one level with a den, my
office, a master suite, and a loft.  Several years before I had shared it
with another, who found lust between the legs of a younger man.  I would
not consider myself to be old, yet I could be Jim's grandfather. My desires
and excursions usually looked for contemporaries, though occasionally I
have been known to hook up with someone in their twenties or thirties.
These liaisons usually left me wanting mature intercourse seasoned by
experience.  Since Jim's mother moved in upstairs even these trysts had
become infrequent. I had become comfortable with the customary presence of
the boy, as we accomplished our work in my office, watched television, or
in junkets about town.

The wind delivered a blast of rain against the house and Jim shuddered
deeper against me. His presence was kindling an ember of passion within
me. His warmth was ebbing gentle excitement into my groin. As I tried to
reposition my smoldering ember, lest it ignite, Jim welded his body into
mine.

Jim had become quite open with me, as I had with him. We discussed all
sorts of thing that his inquiring mind would delve into. Politics, religion
and even girls had been topics over the last couple years. About a year ago
his insatiable curiosity had uncomfortably broached my preference. I tried
to be honest and open though thoroughly embarrassed in admitting such
deviance. Later, this conversation was repaid as Jim discussed his mutual
erotic explorations with his friend. I was able to assure him that such
experiences were a normal passage into manhood, and not any foreboding of
intrinsic evil.

The storm renewed it vigor, and my puissance surged against the unrelenting
closeness.. His grasp held me intractable, preventing any movement to
conceal my potency. Approaching thunder barely concealed Jim's wakeful
breathing as he shifted channeling my presence more to him than between the
two of us. As the rain spattered against the outer walls, I felt a warm
dampness against the knuckles curled at his hip.

Jeff, Jim's one friend, was a precocious fourteen year old, that I
occasionally tolerated. He actually was a pretty decent sort of kid, though
a bit too obvious in his effects du jour. Jim had described being lead
through several adventures of boyish play and experimentation with his
friend. It was evident that Jeff had some experience in this realm but
remained naively clumsy, allowing the two of them to find mutual release
without dominance.

Lighting snapped. Jim lurched. I froze in place. My hand flexed the solid
flesh of youth. My turgid tip poised...

A massive concussion of light and sound charged the confines of our
existence. My hand locked onto searing hotness. The whole head of my desire
had entered into him...

The engulfing pounding reverberated in the room. My palm was filled with
his gorging tumescence as Jim's passage was filled with my presence.

Silence. Neither breathe nor movement.

Jim had been violated about six months prior. Jeff and he had been cornered
on their way from school by three older ruffians. Jeff had been knocked out
and offered no sport, but Jim was more resilient. Two had taken turns
holding him bent over as the third ravaged him from behind. Once their
pleasures had been taken they left the two boys lying in the bushes. Jeff
had managed to half walk and carry Jim to my place. I managed to bath and
relieve some of his pain as he described the attack. He would have no
suggestion of reporting the incident as it would only serve to further mark
him for more humiliation. Jim retreated into himself sharing time with
occasionally with Jeff, but nearly always at my place when not required to
be elsewhere.

The thunder subsided. Breath filled each of us. I filled Jim in a way I had
never imagined.  His being filled me.  We each began to inhale and
exhale.  This rhythm transmuted into a surging tide of passion as we gave
and took from each other.  My pushing into him, then his pushing onto me
was lubricated by mutual desire and abandon.  His excitement pounded
through my wrapped fingers. Passion for him consumed all reason in the
heated coupling. Our bodies emanated a heat that drenched us in the salty
exuberance of denied experience. We were two moving to be one. We came as
one..

The storm was over. A new day dawned bringing the promise of fulfillment
and challenges yet to be met. Jim eased his hold on me and allowed me to
slide from him. He turned to me and with a smile assured me that our lives
had changed. The physical act was only to be occasionally repeated, but a
steadfast knowledge and love was to continue.



This is my first attempt at creative writing. Any feedback would be welcome

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