Date: Fri, 11 Apr 2008 17:43:54 -0700
From: Wolf pomo <whitewold999@icqmail.com>
Subject: Donnie and the Neighbor 2 (gay / adult youth, b/M)

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discovering their sexuality.  It contains graphic
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              Donnie and the neighbor 2
                 The Crazy Man Story
                         By
                        Wolf

	While Marc was enjoying Donnie's company on
the research vessel he told him a number of stories
about growing up in up-state New York.  One of the
stories he told was about when he was a boy going to
a Catholic Grammar School.

	The school was run by an order of Benedictine
Nuns.  It was located in a mountainous area.  It was
known for the up thrusted limestone slate that
caused a number of waterfalls that flowed into lakes
in the lowlands.  It made for picturesque vistas.

	The nuns would take the boys and girls for long
walks for physical exercise.  When the students were
off of the school grounds they had to march in an
orderly fashion, two by two on roads and single file on
mountain trails.  They normally separated the girls
and boys on different trails but when they got back
down to the road leading back to the school they
would let the girls lead the way back to school.  The
nun's were like mother hens looking after their
chicks.

	When he was in the fifth grade there was in
incident that set the community on its ear.  One
summer a crazy guy showed up in the area.  When he
had an audience he would strip off his clothes and
toss them up into the air until they would land over
the power lines right in the middle of the market
square.  Then he would command them to come down.
Of course the local constable would arrive and take
him into custody.  There was no law forbidding nudity
so the only charge they could charge him was creating
a public disturbance.

	He would parade around naked.  He was the talk
of town.  The crazy guy had long scraggly hair and
beard.  The feature that got the attention of all of
the observers was the sight of his cock.  It was
always in full state of arousal.  The girls in the school
would hide their faces behind their hands but would
giggle when talking about seeing it for days.

	One of the afternoons when the students were
coming back to the school and reached the road they
were confronted by the mad man standing in the
middle of the road stark naked.  The nun's hustled
the girls past the man and back through the safety of
the gates of the school compound, while admonishing
them not to look at the unfortunate man.  Of course
all of the girls looked at the naked man as the
scurried past him.

	The boys tossed stones at the man to drive him
away.  That caused him to chase the boys in all
directions.  He was running in all directions until he
managed to catch one of his 11-year-old classmates.
The boy happened to be a friend of his.

	They had been running down a grassy slope.  The
crazy man pulled the boy's clothes off.  The boy was
screaming.  The rest of the boys and the nuns froze
in their tracks at the sight off what was happening.
The boy started peeing and the man took his cock
into his mouth and drank his piss.  All hell broke
loose.  The boys started screaming and throwing
rocks at him.

	The man picked up the boy and disappeared
from sight in the brush.  The nun's were frightened
to let the boys look for the man and called them all
back before they got out of sight.  They called the
police and a man hunt was started.  They searched all
night.

	The town's people were called in and tracking
dogs were brought in.  They followed every trail
after the dogs lost the scent when they came to a
stream.  Teams went up and down both banks trying
to find where they had come out of the stream.

	Marc said that he knew the area well enough to
know that the higher they went up into the mountains
the rockier it got.  There were a number of streams
and rivers cutting through the area along with many
waterfalls that may not have been seen by men for
decades.  There were shear rock cliffs that
attracted only experienced rock climbers.  There
were known to be caves up there that had never been
charted too.  The boy was found a week later still
totally naked.  They rushed him to the hospital and
kept him from public sight for awhile.  It was
reported that the boy had been molested but had
been found in good shape.  Apparently the man had
fed the youth, kept him worm and bathed him under a
waterfall.

	When the hospital released the youth, his
family took him home and made plans to sell their
home and move to another area where no one would
know what had happened to their son.

	Marc said that he had been friends with him at
school.  They had even had participated in some circle
jerks.  His family had allowed Marc to visit him at
their home.  At first he didn't want to talk about
what had happened but eventually he opened up and
started talking about what had happened to him after
they lost sight of them in the brush.

	He told Marc that the guy covered his mouth
and carried him down stream and hid in the brush
until the searchers passed them and after dark he
carried him upstream.  He picked some plants along
the way.  When they came out of the stream he
dragged the plants behind them to mask their scent.
He carried him and dragged him up trails until he
came to the cave close to where they found him.

	The cave was where he had been living for
sometime.  It had bags of old clothes and blankets.
He had carried in pine needles that he used to make a
mattress on a shelf in the cave in case water was to
flow through the cave.  There was a trickle of water
flowing from the back of the cave that flowed out of
the mouth of the cave.  There was some brush
growing over the opening of the cave that made it
hard to see the opening.

	There were rocks riled in a circle in the back of
the cave.  There was a small shaft, no more that a
crack back there, that allowed the smoke to escape
without smoking up the cave.  There were rusty cans
piled up against one corner.  He had some candles in
soup cans that he used to light the cave at night.

	As soon as he got him to the cave he threatened
him.  He was crazy looked and that was enough to
convince him that the man would do what he said.  He
never heard anyone looking for him until they found
him sitting in a pool under the waterfall.

	Marc said, he asked him what he had done to
him.

	The boy got a strange smile on his face before
he closed his eyes and started talking about his
adventure.  He said it was freighting when he was
carrying him away and then dragging him up to the
cave.  It was dark in there even during the day.  It
took him awhile to see anything.  When he saw the
makeshift bed on the shelf the man was already
dragging him in that direction.

	The guy sat him on the bed and he straddled his
body and sat on his chest.  The guy had hold of his
wrists.  He tried to struggle but he was not strong
enough to get away from the man.

	He said, "Remember how long that guy's cock
was when we saw him naked?  Well as he sat on my
chest that long tallywaker was right in front of my
face.  He demanded that I open my mouth and if I bit
him he said he would knock all of my teeth out."

	"That guy's cock was unbelievable.  It was all I
could do to get the knob in my mouth.  He looked
clean enough but his body odor was strong.
Apparently the guy augmented his food supply with
wild onions.  The smell and taste of his skin reflected
the strong onions.  His cock was choking him as the
man tried to stuff all of that cock into his mouth."

	He went on about him fucking his mouth until he
filled it with warm cum.  He made him swallow it.  He
made them something to eat.  He added a lot of wild
onions to the soup.  It was strong but he ate it
anyway.  At least after he ate the onion soup he no
longer smelled them on the crazy old man.

	The old man would not let him put anything on to
cover up his naked body.  When it grew dark outside
the old man made him lay on his makeshift bed.  The
man would not let him cover his body so the only way
to keep worm was to cuddle up against his body.

	The old man's cock was rubbing against his butt.
He said that he feared what the man was going to do.
He could hardly see with so little light from the moon
and stars filtering through the cave entrance.  He
felt the beard rubbing against his back.  The man had
his hand wrapped around his waist gripping his dick.
He was jacking him off slowly.  The man eventually
wedged his cock between his legs and fucked him
until he shot cum all over the insides of his thighs.

	In the morning his legs were crusted with dried
cum.  The guy used a rag and dipped it in the trickle
of water running through the middle of the cave to
wash his body.  He was ranting about all kinds of
things.

	The man was taking to him about how everyone
was destroying the environment and how everyone
needed to return to living like the American Indians
did.  He was friendly to him as of he was starved for
company.  Sometimes his ravings were not coherent.
His threats had him scared for a couple of days.  He
made breakfast for them.  He would not let him out
of the cave for fear that he would try and escape or
one of the search parties might see him.

	That afternoon the guy got horny again.  This
time he used the only lubricant he had.  He greased
up his cock with Crisco (caned cooking lard).  The boy
figured out what he was planning to do with his cock
and tried to get away but the man grabbed him and
forced him to his knees.  He made him assume a
position like a Muslim and got behind him before
sticking his greasy cock into his asshole.  The pain
was terrible.  All he could do was whimper because
the man held his hand over his mouth while he fucked
him.  When the man squirted his cum into his ass he
pulled out of him and let him curl up on the bed.

	He said that he could feel the wet cum oozing
out of his ass.  He just curled up and cried for awhile.
To comfort him the man made him turn over so that
he could play with his cock.  When he was good and
hard he sucked on him.  It felt great having the guy
suck on it.  He would have been happy if the guy had
just sucked his cock.  The old man seemed to never
get enough.  It would only take him a short time to
recover.

	The guy would soon have another hard-on and
want to fuck him again.  He told Marc that he would
beg him to let him suck his cock just so he would not
fuck his ass again.  Sometimes it worked but more
often the man had made up his mind to fuck his ass.
He lost track how many times he fucked him and how
many times he sucked the man's cock.  Day turned
into night.  All they did was eat, suck and fuck.  When
either of them needed to go to the bathroom the man
would tie a rope around his waist and lead him to
another cave where they would relieve themselves
and cover their waist up with dirt to keep the smell
down.

	By the third day he began to enjoy the feeling
of the cock inside him.  He would get a raging boner
while the man fucked his ass.  By the fifth day the
man would admonish him to stay in the cave while he
foraged for food.  He had traps set up to catch small
game and he knew what plants were eatable.  He
would return with food and would prepare the food
for them to eat.  By the sixth day he would allow him
to follow him to the pool to clean up.  The seventh
day the man felt safe enough to go looking for food
while he bathed.

	That was where he was when the rescue party
found him.  As they were carrying him out of the
mountains he saw the man hiding behind a tree.  He
did not tell the party he had seen him because he
hoped he would get away.  The search parties spend
weeks looking for the crazy man but the cave had
been cleared out.  The only reminder that it had been
occupied was the blackened rooks in the back of the
cave.  The pine needles were still in place but the
blanket was gone.

	Telling the story had made bother of their
cocks hard so they sucked each other's cock until
they had dry climaxes.  They never got the chance to
dry fucking each other.  Marc only got to visit with
the boy a couple of times before his parents sold the
house and moved the family to an undisclosed
location.



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