Date: Thu, 2 May 2002 16:53:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: No Label <zero78245@yahoo.com>
Subject: Donny Chapter 4

This is a work of fiction and the portrayals within exist only in my head
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Hunklette, you lucky dog.


DONNY
Chapter 4


    I watched Donny look all over my face, looking for any sign that I
might be pulling his leg.  I fought to keep from grinning, so that he would
know I was serious.

    "Ah, ah.  Do you really want me to stay. Tom?"  His face froze awaiting
my answer.

    "Yes, I really want you to stay.  I really do.  But it is not my
decision.  This could be a big change in your life.  You have to decide if
you want to stay here or not."

    Just then about one hundred and ten pounds of boy flesh pounded my
chest, and two tentacles wrapped tightly around my neck.  As I wondered if
I was going to black out from lack of oxygen, I heard from the depths of my
shirt "Yes, yes, yes."

    I grabbed the arms and pulled them enough to breath, "I take it that
means you want to stay?"

    Donny backed off a little, finally putting some weight on my lap rather
than hanging off my neck and with a smile that could light New York for a
year said "Yes silly.  Of course I want to stay."

    "Good.  Then first we have to set some rules.  First, I like breathing,
so only little hugs around the neck, okay?"

    A giggle was heard in response.

    "Second rule, ignore the first."

    That drew even louder giggles, and another hug.  God, I could sit here
all day like this.  Unfortunately, after a couple minutes of both of us
just enjoying the closeness and emotion, Donny released my neck again and
sat back.

    "So how long can I stay?  Do I have to go back to my Dad soon?"

    "No, you do not have to go back to your Dad, at least for the time
being.  In fact, you can't go back to him cause he ain't around right now.
The judge in town said I can let you stay here at least for a while.  But I
want you to stay forever.  And that is up to the judge and you."

    His face got serious for a moment, then he smiled and said "Me too."

    So we sat there snuggling for a while longer, before all the coffee I
had consumed in the past hour or so decided to make itself known.

    "Sorry I have to go, Donny.  But if I don't you are going to get a very
wet bottom.  Buddy brought a bag of your stuff, so why don't you take that
to your room and unpack.  Then tomorrow we can go up to San Antonio and get
anything else you need.  Sound good?"

    Donny stretched and climbed off my lap.  "Okay.  Where's the bag?"

    "Out in the living room.  Excuse me, but I really gotta go."  And with
that I ran to the closest bathroom.  After a verrry satisfying pause, I
went into Donny's room and started to survey what we would need to pick up
for this boy that I was very quickly taking deep into my heart.

    The bag lay open on the bed and was almost empty.  It was small anyway,
so I knew we would need plenty more clothes.  But I also wanted Donny to
personalize this room and make it his own.  The only furnitue in the room
was a twin size bed, night stand with a lamp, five drawer dresser, and a
walk in closet.

    "I think at least one thing you will need for in here is a desk and
chair.  You don't have to do your homework here, but you will need
someplace for your computer."

    Donny spun around from where he was putting the last of his clothes in
the dresser.  "My computer.  You really gonna give me a computer?"

    "Donny, here is the real first rule.  If you don't lie to me, then I
won't lie to you.  If fact, I won't even lie then.  If I can't answer your
questions, or tell you the truth, then I will give you the reason why.  So
yes, your computer."

    That got another flying tackle around the waist.  You know, I could get
used to that real easy, it just feels so good.

    "Thank you, thank you, thank you, Tom." was the breathless response.

    "Your welcome, your welcome, you're so very welcome, Donny.  Now, is
the bed big enough for you?  Or do you want a bigger one?  And paint, do
you want to change the color of the walls?"

    "You don't have to do all this for me."

    "If you are going to stay here, this is your room.  And we can make it
any way you like it."

    "Okay.  I like the color, and the bed is fine too.  You don't have to
spend a bunch of money."

    "Okay, if that's the way you're gonna be.  One queen size bed and new
paint coming up.  What's your favorite color?"

    "Green."

    "Okay, I think a light green would go good in here.  Oh, I think
another piece of furniture also."

    "What's that?

    "A TV stand.  Can't put a TV and x-box on the floor, can we?" with a
big grin.

    That got the response I expected.  Oh, how I could get used to Donny
wrapped around me so tight.  Pure heaven.

    "I got an idea.  Before we forget what we need tomorrow, let's make a
list."  So we returned to the office and I sat down at the computer.  Donny
stood to my right with his hand resting lightly on my shoulder.

    I opened a Word document and quickly typed in everything we had talked
about before.  Then I got up and told Donny to sit.  "I need to make a
phone call to reserve the truck cause we're gonna need it.  You continue on
the list.  Put down everything you want or need.  Don't be shy, and when I
get back, I'll go over the list and let you know what's okay and what will
ahve to wait for other occassions.  Okay?"

    Donny turned and looked at me with wonder on his face.  I gestured
toward the computer.  "Get to it.  I'll be back."

    With that I turned and went out to the living room where I called the
ranch foreman and told him I would need to use the stake bed tomorrow.  He
said no problem since it was Sunday and they weren't going to do more than
feed the animals anyway.  We chatted for a couple minutes about goings on
at the ranch, and I informed him of the new tenant.  He said he had heard
already (small town!) and wished me luck.  I thanked him and hung up.  I
then went to the kitchen and grabbed a couple sodas from the refrigerator
and headed for the office.  I walked quietly up behind Donny, who was busy
concentrating on the keyboard.

    "Boo!"  Donny jumped and spun around.

    "Oh.  Hi."

    I handed him the soda and started to look at the screen to see what he
had added to the list.

    "Wait, let me take some things off the list.  I know they're too much."

    "Hold on, let me decide if it comes off the list.  I told you to put
everything you want or need on there and I meant it."

     "Let's see.  Stereo with CD player.  Yeah, I forgot that.  Pool table,
maybe later.  Swimming pool?  Already got one."

     "Where?  I haven't seen one."

     "It's indoor.  I'll show you this afternoon.  Shotgun, big maybe.
Mountain bike, nope.  I think a trail bike would be better."  Another look
of wonder.  "You'll need a motor to keep up with me.  Horse.  Definitely,
But not tomorrow.  Cell phone.  I'll add you to my account and we can get
another phone.  Nothing else?"

    Donny smiled and said "Isn't that enough?  I figured all that you would
take off."

    "Nope.  Got to make you comfortable, and a lot of this you would
already have if you had been living here before.  Oh, one more thing to
add."  And I typed ATV.

    Donny looked at me.  "That's too much."

    "I have one, and now you will be able to help when there's work to be
done.  Those carry more than a bike."

    Donny just shook his head.  He stared at me hard.  Suddenly tears
started flowing and he ran out of the office and into his room, slamming
the door behind.

    What in the world?  What set him off?  What do I do?  Go after him?
No, I 'll give him a few minutes and then go see what's up.

...

    Why is he doing this?  Why is he buying all this stuff for me?  What
can I do for him?  I know.  He is buttering me up to get me to let him do
things to me.  But wait, that is what I have dreamed about.  Ever since I
saw him that first time at the swim meet.  Ooh, then I had to quit.  Pretty
hard to hide bruises in a speedo.  I wonder if he kept going to the meets.
I know he didn't even notice me that day.  Not with all those big boys
around.  And what if what I heard was not true?  What if he isn't gay?
Shit.  What a mess.  Maybe I better just leave.  He really doesn't know me.
He is just being nice cause Buddy wants him to.  But he said he loved me
too after I slipped.  Shit, shit, shit.

    I'm never going home again.  I'll never let my Dad hit me or fuck me
again.  But what do I do?  I wish I was dead.  No, I wish I was bigger so
people wouldn't think I was a little boy.  Then I could live on my own.
Won't owe nobody.  Damn, I wish I would start growing!  All the other kids
in my class have hair and big dicks.  Why can't I?

    Why did I have to screw up and let Dad know I liked it?  I did but I
didn't.  I like the feelings of having that dick in my ass, but I didn't
like my Dad hitting me at the same time.  And he was always drunk when he
did it.  Why?  Why me?

    And I have to stop crying like this.  Only babies cry.  It seems like
all I have done lately is cry.  What a baby I am.  A little kid who can't
grow up.  What is wrong with me?  Well, might as well get it over with.
Find out one way or the other.  The most he can do is throw me out.  Can't
hit me, cause then Buddy would be after him too.

    Donny stood and stripped his clothes off quickly.  He looked in the
mirror hanging on the closet door.  God, why am I so little?  No hair, tiny
dick.  Well, a little bigger than before, but still nothing.  He slowly
turned and walked to the door.  Here goes.  Find out now if he really loves
me.  Donny opened his door.

...

    I sat drinking my soda and thinking.  What did I do wrong?  Why did he
run off like that?  Was I coming on too strong?  Shit, shit, shit.  What
business do I have taking on this responsibility anyway?  I am not cut out
for raising a kid.  My life was just fine yesterday.  Before the storm.
Before Donny.  Oh God, what a beautidul boy.  I know his parents were
raising him good.  He has good manners, and carries himself well.  What
happened to his Dad?  What set him off?  Guess loosing your wife can make
you crazy.  And what a body.  What I remember from the meet, and what I saw
last night.  And his skin, so soft, like a baby's bottom.  Stop that.  No
touch, remember?  Don't screw him up any more than he already is.  Poor
kid.  Shit, a hard on.  Wait a minute, maybe it will go down.  Shit, shit,
shit.  Don't need a tent in my pants around him.  Make him think I'm a
pervert or something.

   But what got into him?  What did I say?  What did I do?  God, I hope
he's not mad at me, or worse, wanting to leave.  I better get in there and
check.  I don't know what to say, but I've got to do something.

   I slowly got up and walked to the door of Donny's room.  I stood outside
the door a moment and listened.  Don't hear any crying.  In fact, don't
hear anything at all.  I reached to tap.  But before I could knock the door
flew open.  And there stood Donny, stark naked!


TBC...