Date: Wed, 01 Dec 1999 00:01:49 EST
From: Double A
Subject: Fabien's Puppy - Part 1

Disclaimer: Okay, well this story is about a teenager who is involved in a
relationship with a fairly young boy. Like most of my stories, it focuses
most on love, but there are also scenes of sexual contact between the
two. Those who are offended by boylove would do well to read another sort
of story. However, I promise that this story will not disappoint any of my
fans who are familiar with my unique style of writing.

	Although it should be plainly obvious, I feel obligated to tell you
that this is just a story of fiction and all characters portrayed in this
work are fictional. I don't want to ruin the mood of the story with a
lecture about how children are our greatest treasure....blah blah
blah...cherish, don't harm them....yada yada yada, but I will remind you
that thousands of people are in therapy, because they were sexually
molested as children. These children were hurt, emotionally if not
physically. Don't be stupid and do something like that.

	This is an experimental story for me, so I want all who read it to
deliver comments and, I beg you, please be frank. It would do better to
offend me than to lie to me.

	Oh, and you'll notice that there are some dialogue going on in the
story, which is in french. That's because this story is taking place in
Montreal, Canada, and I wanted to add some more realism. If you understand
french, then this won't be a problem for you, but even if you don't, you're
not missing anything too important. Most of the character actions make what
is said pretty obvious and if it's really crucial to the story, then it'll
be translated immediately after. However, if the reaction is really
negative, then I'll just forgo the additional realism in favour of ease of
reading.

My e-mail, as my fans know, is: "alevitt98@hotmail.com" and my ICQ number
is: 17099063

Anyway, enjoy!

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Part 1:

	The sunlight, streaming through the partially open blinds in his
room, caused Fabien Raineau to squint his eyes and groan wearily. As if on
cue, there was a knock at the door and the familiar sound of his mother's
voice calling, "Fabien, tu doit reveiller maintenant, mon fils! Il y a
l'ecole aujourd'hui!"

	Fabien considered going back to sleep, but his mother was usually
very insistent on him getting up early.

	Turning his head slightly, he regarded the still-sleeping form next
to him for a few moments. The quietly-snoring boy's slender chest rose and
fell with each breath that he took, concealed as it was underneath his thin
pajama top. Bangs of his strawberry-blond hair hung over his closed eyes
like a thin curtain, keeping out the harsh rays of sunlight. His pinkish
lips were slightly parted in a gentle pout. Fabien could see his legs shift
slightly underneath the heavy quilt that they both slept under, jerking
somewhat in a possible dream that he might be having.

	Turning to regard the door for a moment, Fabien frowned and then
turned back to face the sleeping child. His hand slowly slid down and
gripped the quilt firmly, pulling it down off his and the boy's body.
Despite the heat in the room, Fabien shivered slightly as his body, clothed
only in skimpy boxers, was exposed to the open air. He heard the boy next
to him take a sharp intake of breath and, almost in reflex, turn onto his
side and lay in the fetal position, his small arms clutching his
pyjama-clad form. Fabien tsk'ed to himself and, reaching out, put his hand
on the boy's shoulder, gently easing him back onto his back. The boy rolled
back over relatively easily, his eyes still closed and his breathing still
regular.

	"Fabien!"

	Fabien quickly turned to the door and replied, "Une seconde,
maman!" then turned back to the child.

	The sound of Fabien's mother had stirred the child this time and
Fabien could see his eyes open slightly and his arms stretching out above
his head. Before they could open completely, Fabien quickly slid his hand
down the boy's body and beneath the waistband of the boy's bottoms. There
was a sharp intake of breath and the boy's eyes opened fully, as Fabien
gently gripped the boy's small penis between his first three fingers and
pulled on it slowly and repetitively, sliding the uncut foreskin back and
forth across the swollen little head.

	Looking up at him with love, the boy smiled and said, his voice a
high-pitched song of a sound, "Good morning, Fabien."

	Still gently masturbating the boy, Fabien leaned down slowly and
kissed the boy's lips quickly. When he rose back up again, Fabien smiled
and replied, "Good morning, Tommy."

	Tommy looked down at where Fabien's hand was, then looked back up
at him and, smiling, prodded, "Harder, Fabien! I wanna get that feeling
again!"

	Fabien nodded in acknowledgement and began a quicker, more forceful
stroking of the young boy's stiff, little hairless cocklet.

	Tommy arched his back slightly, thrusting his hairless crotch
harder against Fabien's hand.

	"Oh God, Fabien!" He whined, "I'm getting that feeling again!"

	"Shhh!" Fabien warned, "I don't want my mom to hear!"

	"I...I can't help it!" Tommy panted, trying to be as quiet as
possible, "It feels so good....so freaking good."

	Fabien smiled, his own sixteen-year-old hormones racing with the
growing arousal of his young charge, and whispered, "I know it does.
Just...Just try and keep it down, okay?"

	Tommy smiled up at Fabien, through slitted eyes, and reached his
little hand across the bed. Fabien let out an involuntary yelp, as he felt
the boy's hand reach up the leg of his boxer shorts and grip his stiff
penis. In response, he began pulling quicker on the boy's foreskin, sliding
it faster and harder over the sensitive head of his little penis. He could
feel the tight little sack of the boy's testicles tightening against his
body.

	Tommy couldn't wrap it fully around Fabien's prick, but he squeezed
the part that he had and sighed, "Oh...Uh....Oh...Geez...Ah....OH GOD!"

	"Shhh!" Fabien hissed, "I said quiet!"

	Tommy squeezed Fabien's penis tightly and groaned, "Oh God, here it
comes! I...I'm...!"

	A second later, the boy's head snapped back and his whole body
stiffened. Through clenched teeth, he let out a high-pitched yelp, then
broke into a series of quick pants. Fabien could feel the boy's stomach
muscles rippling as a powerful orgasm ran through the boy's immature body.
Tommy's stiff penis spasmed repeatedly against Fabien's fingers,
desperately trying to squirt sperm that didn't exist in the boy's young
balls yet. The young boy's whole body squirmed and jerked in the throes of
a climax that his childish body wasn't yet sure how to handle.

	Not wanting to, but seeing no choice, Fabien quickly pulled his
pillow up and stuck it over Tommy's face. He normally enjoyed watching his
young lover's body convulse in an orgasm and listening to his squeals and
pants of ecstasy, but his mother was home and he was in enough trouble for
his relationship anyway.

	When he felt the boy's quivers begin to subside and his body relax,
he eased the pillow off his face. Tommy's face was covered in a sheen of
sweat and he still breathed rather quickly.

	"I'm sorry, Fabien." He sighed, as he caught his breath.

	Fabien shook his head and slid out of bed, placing the pillow back
in its place, "No, it's okay. It's not your fault that you go crazy like
that."

	Tommy slipped out of bed too and shrugged, wiping his brow with the
back of his wrist, "I tried to not have that happen, but it just...did."

	Fabien nodded, reaching down and picking up the jeans that he had
let fall there the night before, "C'est cool, mon petit. Presse-toi, alors,
parce-ce-que nous devons allers au l'ecole."

	Tommy nodded and did as he was told, shedding his pajamas and
stuffing them in the knapsack that lay in the corner of the room.
Meanwhile, Fabien pulled on his jeans and sweatshirt, then went over to his
bureau and began brushing the sleepy-time knots out of his long blond hair.

	By the time Tommy was dressed in his oversized T-shirt and jogging
pants, Fabien was finished putting on his deodorant and his erection had
fully subsided. Tommy walked over to Fabien and said, "Well, I'll see you
tonight, okay?"

	Fabien nodded and smiled, "Je t'aime, mon petit amour." then leaned
down and kissed the boy's lips quickly.

	Tommy smiled and licked his lips, drinking in the droplets of
saliva that Fabien had left, "I love you too, Fabien."

	With that, Tommy slung his bag over his shoulder and opened the
door, leaving the room. Fabien watched him go and hoped that the boy
wouldn't be hassled too much by his mother, knowing how she felt about what
was going on.

	When he heard the front door open and shut, Fabien went back to his
mirror and took a long look at himself. He was a pretty handsome
seventeen-year-old. At least, he thought so. He had long, thick blond hair,
down to the middle of his back, that made lots of the girls at his high
school jealous, but he didn't care if people thought that it looked
girlish. He loved to play with it and tie it back and use it as a scarf in
the winter. It took him two full years to grow it this long, with the added
stress of his parents begging him to cut it. He also had
periwinkle-coloured eyes, which everybody loved to look at, for its
unusualness and, secretly, its beauty. His facial features were chiselled
like his father's, with a masculine shape, but not roughened like some
guys. Except for a small pimple on the side of his nose, his face was
blemishless and, a lot have said, quite cute. He knew for a fact that there
were several girls that had a crush on him, but they were out of luck,
because he was gay. Gay and taken.

	It wasn't so much the gayness that Fabien's parents found so hard
to cope with. He'd come out to them last year and they'd be pretty
understanding. Granted, they weren't very pleased, but they just told him
that he needed to do what made him happy. That's when he told them what
made him happy. Fabien had bluntly come out and told them that he was
currently in love with the son of their next-door neighbour, Tommy. He also
told them that he had been currently involved in sexual relations with
Tommy for over two years now. This probably wouldn't have been so difficult
for Fabien's parents to deal with, had it not been for one small fact...

	Tommy was eight-years-old.

TO BE CONTINUED....