Date: Tue, 06 May 2003 15:18:01 -0700
From: luvyngcks@hotmail.com
Subject: Lil Dude    Chapter 1

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The First Night

I looked over at the clock, two-thirty a.m., "Damn." I mumbled to no one
but myself.  I hate these hot nights, the damned Santa Anas blowing,
scorching everything, and refusing to let the temperature drop to a
bearable comfort level.

I maybe a Southern California native, but I will never get used to the
Santa Anas.  The Santa Ana winds are a condition here in Southern
California that blow from the east to the west, beginning east of the
Colorado River, they blow across the deserts and over the mountains then
down across the foothills and valleys and on out to the Pacific Ocean.
They continue to generate more heat the farther and faster they blow,
parching and shriveling everything in their path.  Nights like this I
really miss my gentle cool sea breezes that Long Beach and all the rest of
the coastal communities are so well known for.  Forty two years of
experiencing the Santa Anas and they are still the only climatic condition
I hate here in So Cal.  Tossing and turning on the mattress and twisted
sheets, they were damp from my sweat, I got up from the bed and walked into
the study, picked up my pack of cigarettes and lighter.  Empty, I didn't
remember smoking the last one in the pack.  Oh well, I can't sleep anyway,
I might as well go down to the Quickie Mart and buy another pack.  I went
back to the bedroom and I jerked on a pair of cut- off jeans, pulled on a
tank top, stepped into my flip flops, grabbed my wallet and keys, and
walked past the hall mirror grabbing a quick glance and appraisal.

"Damn, dude, you're still holding it all together, still have the v'd
torso, no fat showing anyplace yet.  You're still the buff, tanned and
toned, hairy blond surfer man's man you've always been," I proudly thought
to myself as I passed on through the stifling apartment toward the front
door.  Laughing to nobody but myself under my breath, the lines of Carly
Simon's 70's hit song, "You're So Vain", were echoing in my head.  Opening
the door, relocking the lock and pulling the door shut behind me, I started
down the walkway to the front gate of the apartment complex.  Once I was
out in front of the building I started down the sidewalk toward the Quickie
Mart. There was just a gentle breeze blowing now, but it was still
definitely hot and dry. The Quickie Mart was just a short walk down the
street, around the corner, and down another block.  Already my tank top was
showing damp patches at the top of the chest and under the arm pits, and I
could feel the crevasse between my ass cheeks and my crotch area getting
damp with sweat and moistening the denim fabric of my cut offs. "It must
still be at least 98 degrees, and not cooling down any," I thought as I
walked across the lit up as daylight parking lot of the Quickie Mart, I
could see Abdul's car parked out front next to the newspaper vending boxes,
and I could see him inside the even brighter lit store, he was sitting
behind the counter engrossed in some program on his little television set.

    "Hey, Derrick," he greeted me with his big smile as I came through the
door into what seemed an air-conditioned Heaven, "kind of late isn't
it...for you to be coming in here?"

     "Yeah, Abdul, it is, but I can't sleep and was out of cancer sticks.
It's so damn hot tonight, so I just thought I'd walk on over here and buy a
pack.  I think I'll grab a six pack of 7up while I'm here.  Is there any in
the chiller already cold?"  I hoarsely inquired, my mouth and throat dry
from the winds and heat.

    "Sure there is, I always have some chilling for you Derrick."  That's
just like Abdul, always taking care of his regular customers.

     Pulling the six-pack out of the chiller and walking up to the counter,
I pulled several single bills out of my wallet and he rang up the
cigarettes and sodas.  I paid him, and he handed me back my change, bagged
the items for me, and handed me the bag.  "Take it easy Abdul, thanks and
see ya later." And I headed for the door to leave.

    "Thanks, and you too Derrick, catch ya later."  Abdul went back to
watching his television program and started laughing at the broadcast's hi
jinx.

    The door no more than just closed behind me and I heard a cough.  It
sounded like the cough of a child, soft, but this one was forced, one of
those to grab your attention.  I looked to my right, over to the newspaper
vending boxes and saw this scruffy little Latino preteen leaning on one.
He looked to be about twelve years old, slender but not skinny.  He was
wearing a pair of too tight well worn short shorts, showing off a pair of
smooth, cinnamon toned, well shaped boy legs, a nice prominent little
protuberance mounded between the legs at the crotch crease, barefoot and
wearing a cut-off mid tee shirt...pleasantly displaying his firm and well
developed, darkly tanned smooth boy torso and a pair of well developed
arms.  His bright smile and sparkling black eyes, and that long shock of
dark hair falling over his forehead damn near paralyzed me on the spot.
This kid had to be the ultimate combination of youth, masculinity and
beauty all rolled into one.

    "Hey, mister," he got my attention for sure now, "can I bum a cigarette
from you please?"  It was such a pleasant prepubescent male voice, or as
some would say, the voice of an angel.

     "I don't think so; you're way too young to be smoking."  My 'wannabe'
parental side was coming out.  "Besides that, what on earth are you doing
out here at this hour?"  I was fully expecting a snotty remark back in
answer to my refusal and question.

    "Aw, gee, mister," he politely whined back to me, "I've been smoking
for three years now."  He then looked down to his feet and shifted his
weight from one leg to the other, and remained staring at the pavement of
the parking lot.

"It's kinda a long story why I'm here this late."

     "Yea, well, shouldn't you be home and in bed now?"  I was curious now
for sure, not scolding, but really wondering why this young kid was here at
this late hour of the night.  "Do your folks know where you are?  They must
be worried sick if they have discovered you aren't asleep in your bed right
now."  The 'Papa Derrick' in me kept pressing on.

     "That's kinda it mister," he was taking on a sad and somber tone to
his voice now, one that wasn't there before, "my folks don't care, they
kinda kicked me outta the house tonight, and told me to stay away for
good."

     "Don't you have any other family or friends that you can go to for the
night?"  I asked. His responses were starting to worry me.

     "No, we just moved here a few weeks ago from St. Petersburg, Florida,
we don't have any friends yet or family here in Long Beach...I don't know
any of the neighbors...I don't know where to go or what to do mister..."
He sniffed and started to softly cry, followed by an increasing sobbing
now. I could see his beautiful little body starting to tremble now with
fear and sorrow.

     I went over to him and gently placed my hand on his shoulder and told
him not to worry.  If he wanted, I would help him out if I could.  We'd
figure something out and he would be okay. "Hey, I know, why don't you come
on over to my place with me now?  I just live up around the corner.  We can
make you a bed on the sofa for the night, and then tomorrow morning we can
get this all straightened out for you."  Before I knew it, it had all just
jumped out of my mouth, what was I ever thinking, even worse, what was I
ever getting myself into now?

     He looked up at me with those big, now misty dark eyes and tears
streaked tanned cheeks, and cracked a little bit of a smile.  "Really
mister," his voice now a little less troubled, regaining a strength and
tone of hope to it now, "you mean that?"

     "Yes, of course I mean it.  We can't have you out here the rest of the
night; where who-knows-what could maybe happen to you."  I now pulled him a
little closer and tighter to me to reassure him all would be okay.  He
leaned into me and reached around me with both arms and gave me a really
tight bear hug around my waist.

     "And, about that mister thing...drop the mister, okay?  I'm
Derrick...okay?"

Still trying to calm him down, I continued rubbing his shoulder gently in
reassurance.  "I'm sure there is a name to go with this boy that's clinging
onto me for dear life right now."  I added and grinned.

     He grinned back up at me, relaxing the death-grip hug he had had on me
and replied with a brilliant grin, brighter than all moonbeams, "I'm,
Jorge.  That's George in Spanish.  It's nice to meet you mister...I mean
Derrick, and...thank you"

   "Okay, with all that out of the way, let's get back to my apartment so
we can get you settled down for the night and you can get some sleep.  It
looks like we will have a big day ahead of us tomorrow, and you're going to
need all the sleep you can get."  With that said I placed my hand on his
back, midway between his shoulders and gently guided him across the parking
lot toward the direction of the apartment.  The rest of the walk to my
apartment was quiet. A multitude of thoughts were racing through both of
our minds at ninety miles an hour I am sure.

     We reached the apartment, I unlocked and opened the door and ushered
him inside and pulled the door shut, relocking it for the night.  "Wow,
this is a nice place you got Derrick.  You live here by yourself?"  Jorge's
eyes were roaming all over the place taking in everything.

     "Thank you.  Yes, I've lived here alone for sometime now."  Go ahead
and sit down and make yourself comfortable, I'll go grab a pillow and sheet
so we can make up your bed here on the sofa.  Oh, if you need to use the
bathroom, it's through that door, down the hall and then the second door on
the left. I'll be right back."  And I went off down the hall to the linen
closet to gather the stuff for his bedding.

     I could hear him turning on the bathroom light switch, the toilet seat
being raised, followed by a steady stream trickling into the bowl.  He
flushed, then I could hear the water running in the wash basin, then he
turned off the light.

     We entered the living room at the same time.  He looked over at me and
asked, "Derrick, you, ahhh, got anything I could eat?"  A cute and polite
shyness was present in the manner of his question.

     "Sure I do, when was the last time you ate?  What would you like? How
about a sandwich and something to drink?"  I asked, while standing there
and looking down on this beautiful boy.

     "I didn't have anything since lunch today, my stomach is kinda
growling.  Yes, please, that would be great, thanks," was his reply, as he
glanced up into my concerned face.

     "Okay, I'll see what I can get real quick for you." I headed toward
the kitchen to get him something to fill that gnawing empty feeling in his
little tummy.  Damn, the poor kid must be starved; he can never sleep on an
empty stomach on top of all the other things going on inside that little
persona of his right now.  Opening the refrigerator door, I called out to
him from the kitchen, "Ham and cheese sandwich, some chips, and cookies be
okay with you?  What would you like to drink; I've got iced tea, 7up, water
or milk?"

     "Wow that would be great...all my favorites.  Milk, please.  Thank
you," was his eager reply from the living room.

     This kid had such polite manners and demeanor; he had to be a good
kid, so why is he in this mess with his folks.  "I wonder what the whole
story is here", I was thinking to myself.  Employing my elementary culinary
skills, I made the sandwich and I put everything on a plate for him; poured
a tall glass of milk...I hoped he had outgrown bedwetting.  I grabbed
myself a 7up, and carried it all out to him in the living room, placing the
plate of food and glass of milk on the coffee table in front of him.  He
looked up at me and smiled a big thank you, as his hands deftly grabbed the
sandwich, and he proceeded to devour it as quickly as possible.  "Do you
have room for another if I make it for you?"  I'd forgotten about boys this
age having bottomless pits for stomachs when it came to eating.

     "No, thank you Derrick, this is just great though, this is plenty.
Thank you."  And he went back to clearing the plate of its contents and
washing it down with the glass of milk.  He was finished in no time, he had
to been famished.

     "You sure I can't get you anything else? I don't want your growling
stomach keeping you awake."  I popped the tab on my can of 7up and took a
swig.

     "No, I'm full, but thanks again Derrick, that was really great."

     "You're welcome lil dude."  I reached over, picked up the empty plate
and glass and took them back to the kitchen.

     I returned to the living room and asked him to stand up for a minute
while I covered the sofa with a sheet and placed a pillow at one end for
him.

"There, you're all ready to go young man, any time you want to stretch out
and close your eyes go on ahead."

     "Derrick, ahhhh, could I please take a shower first before I go to
sleep?"  he asked me.

     "Sure, let me get you a fresh towel, there's soap and shampoo there in
the tub/shower, help yourself."  He headed to the bathroom and I went to
the linen closet to get him a bath towel.  As I brought it into the
bathroom, I saw his shorts and tee shirt dropped there on the floor in a
heap, but there was no underwear, he already was inside the tub with the
water running and the sliding doors closed.  "I'll just put the towel over
the top here to hang where you can reach it when you're ready for it,
okay?"  I picked up his clothes, from the floor; they seemed so small,
folded them and placed them on top of the vanity counter.

     "Okay, thanks Derrick."  He continued showering and I left, returning
to the living room.

     I turned on the TV, turned down the living room lights and sat there
on the sofa watching a rerun of the eleven p.m. local newscast.  I was
still thinking, "What in the hell are you doing Derrick?"  Next thing I
knew this damp towel- wrapped, sweet smelling imp was jumping up on the
sofa and snuggling up next to me. I patted his hand.  "Let me turn this TV
off and the lights off so you can stretch out and get some sleep lil dude.
I'll be in the bedroom down at the end of the hallway if you need me for
anything, okay?  Sleep tight."  I arose from the sofa, leaned over and
brushed his slightly damp hair with my hand as he barely lifted his lithe
little body up a little from the sofa, removed the towel and let it drop to
the carpet and started to pull the sheet up over himself.

"You want one of my tee shirts or something to sleep in?" I asked him.  I
picked up the damp towel to take with me.

     "No thank you, I always sleep in the raw."  He giggled in reply.

    "Hey lil dude, we've something in common there, me too."  I laughed
back at him, walked over and shut off the TV, turned off the only lit table
lamp, grabbed my soda and headed down the hall to my bedroom. Arriving at
the bathroom door, I went in, hung the towel to dry and returned to the
hallway.  Once in the bedroom, I shucked off my cut-off jeans and pulled
the tank top off, slid out of my flip flops, grabbed my soda, cigarettes
and lighter and walked out onto the adjoining secluded little terrace to
have a smoke and digest all that had just taken place over the last hour.
The night's hot breeze now felt great on my naked body as I stood there
deeply inhaling my long overdue nicotine fix as I pondered over the events.
I took another big swig of my soda and a couple more long drags off the
cigarette, and then I heard that familiar forced soft cough again, this
time sounding as though it was coming from right behind me.  I turned
around to see this beautiful young Latin Adonis standing there naked with
his moonbeam bright smile, just staring and softly smiling at me.  "Are you
okay Jorge, do you need anything?"  I could see his eyes in the moonlight;
they were taking in a full inventory of my body and then focusing in on my
crotch.

     "I'm kinda a little scared, but I wanted to thank you for letting me
sleep here tonight."  He started closing the distance between us.

     "There's nothing to be scared of lil dude, you're safe here, and
you're welcome.  Now you should be getting to sleep."  Before I could
finish my sentence he was right next to me, put his arms around me and gave
me another really tight bear hug.  Oh my gawd...I started feeling stirrings
down below, my thick uncut eight inch hard-on soon sprung into being.  I
looked at Jorge's face and could see he was pleasantly fascinated by what
he was seeing.  I then looked at his crotch and saw that his little dark
brown three inch uncut penis was fully hard too, sticking straight out from
his smooth lower belly with the pink tip of the head just barely peeking
through the end of the foreskin, and a full wrinkled little sack hanging
low below it.

      Now I had never really noticed myself being all that sexually
attracted to boys, not since I was one, but the sight of this little guy
naked and standing right next to and physically touching my naked body
really pushed my horny button. "Damn, now what?"  I thought.  "No way can I
do anything with him; most likely authorities of some sort will be involved
with tomorrow's activities straightening out whatever the mess he is in.
And I sure can't have any accusations of a sexual assault against a minor
leveled at me.  What do I do?  He looks so damn hot and horny too."
Rationale kicked in and I put my hand on his shoulder and said, "Jorge
you're going to be fine just as soon as we can get all this straightened
out tomorrow, I promise you, okay?"  Then added, "We need to get you back
on that sofa now, and you really need to get to sleep.  It is going to be a
long day tomorrow for both of us."  I looked into his eyes and saw he
looked a little disappointed for some reason, but that he was going to
comply with my suggestion.

      "Okay, Derrick."  Was all he said.  With a light pressure from my
hand on his shoulder I steered him back through the bedroom, down the hall,
back into the living room and over to the sofa, both of our hard-ons
wagging and bobbing from side to side up and down all the way.  We arrived
at the sofa and I pulled back the sheet for him to slide in.  He got on the
sofa, laid down and stretched out, lying on his back he nestled his head
into the pillow as I pulled the sheet up over him to his chest.  He
giggled, and saw the questioning look I gave him.

      "It looks like I am a tent," he was giggling as he was looking down
toward where the sheet was tented up due to his little hard dick.

      "Yes, lil dude you look like a tent for sure," I chuckled back as I
bent down and gave him a soft kiss on his forehead, and brushed the side of
his smooth brown cheek with the back of my hand.  I turned to leave the
room, still sporting a raging hard-on that I knew I would have to take care
of myself soon if I wanted to get any sleep.

      As I made my way across the room to the entry to the hallway I heard,
"Derrick, you're gonna have a tent too."  And another louder giggle this
time.

      "You're right lil dude; I will have a tent too, just like yours."  I
laughed and continued on down the hallway to the bedroom.

      As my head hit the pillow I thought my mind would be running in
circles all night trying to foresee all of tomorrow's trials, but instead,
all I remember was smiling and looking down and seeing my tent, and
drifting off into a sound sleep for the rest of the night before I was ever
able to do anything to relieve my tent.

  If you liked my story or have any remarks, please email me at
luvyngcks@hotmail.com.  Thanks, D.