Date: Tue, 21 May 2002 18:39:16 EDT
From: Rancher373803281@aol.com
Subject: Lovely Stranger Chapter 1

      I was asked to relate a happening that occurred in my life when I was
fourteen and living in a large city in central Canada, Although the
incident would have been classed as a sexual assault by a repeated
Pedophile, I do not see him that way either at the time of the incident,
nor afterwards when I thought he had been apprehended by the law.  His only
crime, if you can call it that, was that he loved me and I loved him.
       Mr.Cook was the only person who ever listened to me and respected
the things I had to say. He sensed when I was hurting or was lonely. He
hugged me when I needed to be held, wiped my tears when I sometimes cried.
He was always there for me. Our relationship was not based on sex although
I probably wanted that part of relationship more then he. We would walk in
the park talking for hours and I could tell him all the things I could
never tell my parents. He helped me open my eyes to who I was and helped me
establish goals in my life. All the time my family felt it was their
influence that was the reason for my positive change in attitude towards
them and everything else.  They never knew of my mentor, my Mr. Cook.

   Our major river, the Assinaboine, had a walking pathway along its banks
that extended for almost three miles. Sometimes the path was narrow and
quite close to the river's edge ,and other times it lead away from the
river into deep bush. People walked the path all summer long because of the
beautiful scenery.  It was a great place to ride your bicycle if there were
few people walking and that is what I enjoyed doing. The path presented
numerous challenges to a biker's ability particularly if you were moving
fast.
     The path at one point passed under a railway bridge, and on occasions
one would come across some men sitting against the concrete supports
drinking wine and other liquor. For this reason kids were warned to stay
clear of the bridge and definitely do not ride the paths at night.  I
remember when me and some of my friends rode under the bridge in daylight
one day and the men just stared at us and on one occasion motioned us to
come and sit for a spell. We rode on as fast as we could to the laughter of
the relaxing vagrants.  For some reason I found them interesting and I was
oddly attracted to them and wondered what kind of homes they came
from. What would they do if we did sit down with them? Most seemed to be
quite old and none of them ever shaved judging from the heavy growth of
whiskers on their face .
       My story begins when I made up my mind to take a ride on the
forbidden paths along the Assinaboine River in Winnipeg one evening in the
Fall. It was dark but not so dark that I couldn't see the path. I asked a
few of my friends to join me but they claimed they had other things to do
and would be busy. 'Perhaps some other time" they suggested, warning me
that we were not supposed to be down there at night. Disregarding their
warnings there was something exciting about doing something I wasn't
supposed to drawing me to go down there and even maybe towards the bridge.
     I was riding along with my heart pumping excitedly as I imagined what
might lay ahead. I wasn't afraid, and certainly apprehensive. In a way I
was hoping someone would be there and maybe one of the vagrants. I had
heard what they did to kids, and that too excited me. I'll explain why
later in my story.
      I came to the fork in the path one of which lead up to the tracks and
the other under the bridge. I stopped, debating whether to move on up the
path to the tracks or take a look and see if anyone was sleeping by the
concrete trestles underneath,
      I was looking around when I was startled out of my wits when a man
came up behind me putting his hand on my bike seat.
      "Well good evening young Sir what are you doing out at this time of
night and way down here?" he asked in a rather scary gruff voice. After I
regained my composure, I told him I had just been riding around and that I
was heading up to the tracks and then home.
     "Would you like me to help you up that steep hill?" he asked starting
to push my bike along. He was on the same side of the bike to me with his
hand still on my bike seat and his other hand was pushing on my butt up the
hill. I didn't think anything of it except that it helped having him push
both me and the bike. His hand gripped my butt as we climbed the hill
leading to the tracks. I had been hoping for a helping hand.
     "You have good muscles back here,." he said squeezing me a little bit
harder. I was strangely excited by his hand there.
     "Thank you," I replied. We reached the top and he suggested we sit for
a moment or two to get our breath. It sounded like a good idea to me and we
sat down on the train rail exactly as I was hoping we would do. I asked him
where he lived and he told me an address not too far away on the other side
of the river. He didn't have a beard like the other men I had seen under
the bridge. He didn't look too old either and he dressed okay.  Maybe he
wasn't a BUM as my father called them. I wondered and secretly hoped he was
one of THOSE guys who looked for boys.
     We talked about different things then he asked me if I ever "Played
with my dink " I was a little stunned and excited by the question but
answered that I sometimes did.
      "I guess that's only natural you must be old enough to know about
such things," he laughed. I wasn't sure I knew what things he was talking
about, but I was getting excited just the same. Strangely enough I had no
fear of this man.  He told me his name was John Cook . I told him my name
was Gerry.
     "I think you have lots of nerve and spunk to ride these paths at night
you never know who might be looking for young people, " he whispered
quietly.
      "What do you mean looking for young people, what for ?" I asked
wondering how he was going to explain that to me although I was pretty sure
I knew.
     "Well how do you know I am not a bad person who might be wanting to do
bad things to you?" he asked looking around as we sat talking.
      I really did have an idea, because I had read about it and was really
excited by the idea someone would want to do things to me. I didn't have
any idea what things he was talking about, but just the mystery surrounding
these activities made me push further questioning even more.
      "I don't think you are one of those people, because you helped me
with my bike," I replied even though I remember vividly his hand on my bum
as he pushed me up the hill.  Maybe I was reading more into his action than
I should have..
      "Do these people hurt or kill the boys?" I asked
      He looked surprised and putting his hand on my knee, told me nothing
like that ever occurred.
      "Gerry- Would you like to know what they do sometimes?" he asked his
hand still on my knee, but now slowly moving up and down.
     "Well if they don't hurt you what do they do?" I asked hoping he would
show me but not wanting to seem as though I was too anxious. I wished I
could slow my heart down.
      "You're an inquisitive little monkey aren't you. Aren't you afraid
that one day your interest in such matters might get you into trouble?" he
smiled at me as he slowly moved his hand towards my crotch. He put his hand
on my knee again then started again each time going further up. I could
feel I was starting to get a boner and I think my new friend felt it
also. He smiled at me " See what I mean. You just can't help yourself can
you Gerry?"  he asked as he placed both hands in between my legs just above
the knee. I knew he was going to go all the way and I secretly wanted him
to, but I was afraid of what might come next. He moved his hand to my
crotch and felt my hardened penis.  He squeezed it a bit as I moved away.
      "My but you have a fine toy there just right for playing with," he
laughed as he removed his hand.  "I'm sorry Gerry if I offended you I
didn't mean to I was just showing you what some people might do," he
explained as he stood up.
      "I don't have to go yet Mr. Cook. Don't you want to talk some more ?"
I asked hoping he would sit down again. He pointed to the bulge in my pants
and laughed.  "You might not be able to control yourself young fellow. I
had best go and let you get home," he said.
     I guess the disappointment showed in my face when he started to walk
away.
    "Mr. Cook. will you ever be back again ? Will I ever see you again? I
would like to see you again," I asked
     "It is hard to say son. but you never know. You might just run into me
sometime again.  What would you do then?" he laughed and walked away.
      I rode home and put my bike away. I was so excited and wanted to tell
what had happened, but of course I didn't do that. I knew that Mr. Cook was
one of those people my father was talking about, but that didn't bother me,
and I was going to go back again to try and find him again.
     For two weeks I went back almost every night, but Mr. Cook was not
around. I came across several other people walking but not Mr. Cook.  I was
terribly disappointed and wondered if I couldn't have done more to
encourage our friendship when we had been sitting on the track talking.
Maybe I had frightened him off.
     I was down at the track again and hoping against hope I would find my
new friend. I was pushing my bike up the hill to the tracks, when I felt a
hand on my butt.  I was so exited I almost dropped my bike and turned to
express my delight, only to find it was someone I had never seen before.
      "Looking for something kid a little excitement maybe? You know what
happens to boys down here sometimes don't you kid ?" this bearded guy asked
as he pulled me back down the hill towards the path. He looked both ways
then pulled me along the pathway towards the bridge. I struggled and cried
out but no one seemed to hear.
     "You shouldn't be down here poking your nose around. Now your going to
find what you were looking for. I seen yah down here almost every
night. Looking for someone to play with you huh?" he asked chuckling. I
pleaded with him to let me go,.
     "I was just looking for my friend.," I informed him. He was more
gentle with my bike as he layed it against the concrete, than he was of me.
He turned me around so that my back was to him, and reaching over my
shoulders he undid my pants which slid to the ground around my ankles. He
was just reaching into my underwear when another man came up and took hold
of the aggressor and heaved him down the hill towards the waters edge. I
was trying to pull my pants up when Mr. Cook came and put his arm around my
shoulder.
      I almost hugged him I was so happy to see him. He had saved me from
whatever, and I was grateful, but mostly to have found him.
     "I've been looking for you every night almost," I said feeling kinda
close to him.
     "I know Gerry I've watched you. I wanted to talk to you but thought
you might have been setting a trap or something. Maybe you told someone. I
had to make sure, you know what I mean? " he replied. He helped me do up my
pants and replace my belt.  Once again I was getting erected, and Gerry
squeezed it again like before only held on for a minute rubbing it up and
down. I was getting to the point where I wanted Mr Cook to do something-
anything to me . I was horny.
     "Gerry. Why don't you come over to where I live. I know you can keep a
secret, and I'll perhaps help you with what's been bothering you?" he
asked.  I was nearly having a heart attack when I said I would love to do
that, but couldn't as I was late now, but I would be there tomorrow night
just after supper.
     "You sure you want to find out about everything?" he asked. I wasn't
about to admit I knew what he was talking about but prayed we were thinking
of the same thing.  I had been feeling this way quite often lately and now
I was about to find out why .
       I was right on time and it was starting to rain. My family were away
visiting and they never suspected I was up to anything.  Mr. Cook took a
long time before he showed himself. nd then just walked away over the
bridge walkway towards the otherside of the bridge. We walked with me
wheeling my bike for about three blocks until we came to a neat little
house. He turned in and I followed.
      "Sit here in the living room for a few minutes Gerry while I attended
to a few things," he said. "Oh yes you can take your jacket off, and get
your shoes off too, they may be dirty," he said laughing as he walked into
another room.
     I looked around the room at the pictures on the wall and on his desk.
They seemed like ordinary family pictures although they were all boys and
no girls in the pictures.  Mr. Cook returned dressed in a dressing gown.
He told me it was more comfortable to wear around the house. "The pictures
of my two sons. They live with their mother,"
     He sat down in a big easy chair and called me over to stand in front
of him. I was getting excited and my boner was up straight again. Mr. Cook
laughed at me and called me a horny toad.
     "I want you to stand still Gerry and don't move or say anything. This
will be a sort of game okay?" he said. My heart was going a mile a
minute. I was pretty sure he was going to undress me and it was almost
suffocating me.
     He unbuttoned my shirt and removed it. Then he undid my belt and
unbuttoned my pants which slipped to my ankles. My boner sure showed
through my shorts. He lifted my leg to removed the pants from the floor
then the other leg until I was standing in just my shorts and socks. He got
out of the chair and pulled me over backwards against him as he laid me on
my back on the carpet. He pulled my socks off. I was panting like a puppy
dog.
      He started to feel my chest then my stomach then my legs. He came
back to my boner and pulled my shorts down and right off my legs. I was now
completely naked.
     "My what a remarkable body you have Gerry. I hope you don't mind my
saying so," he said. I knew he was excited too. He turned me over and
looked into my bum by spreading my cheeks apart. I wished he would get on
with whatever he was going to do. I was sure he was going to fudge me like
have intercourse with me.
     "Okay young man you seem to be ready and fit for what comes next. Have
you ever had an enema Gerry?" he asked
     "Yes Sir I have," I answered. Just the word enema made me come close
to shooting..
     "Follow me down to the bathroom," he said as he walked behind me
taking in my whole body. He seemed pleased and I was too.
      We went into the bathroom and he sat down the edge of the bathtub. He
instructed me to pretended I was going to get a spanking and lay across his
lap.  Why not I thought, this was the way my mother used to give them to me
when I was small. I was enjoying everything so far,
     My cheeks were spread apart and I felt something going up my butt.
"Don't say a word Gerry remember our deal ?" Mr. Cook announced.  Mr. Cook
was giving me an enema. I knew what they were as I had lots of them.  I
didn't tell him that I even gave them to myself sometimes when no one was
around.  I liked them and here having Mr. Cook give me one was enough to
make me sperm out.
      Mr. Cook was using a very long hose and he kept thrusting it in and
up stopping every time I asked him to.
     "How do you like that Gerry?" he asked . You've had many of these
haven't you son, I can tell by the way your taking this one, You really
like them. That's my good boy.
     I was finally finished and I dumped my innards into the toilet, while
Mr. Cook refilled the hot water bottle. I had not seen it when I came in as
it was hidden behind the shower curtain. I saw it now and it was super long
and quite thick. I was going to have another washing. He didn't have to
asked me to lay on his lap, when I saw he was ready I just laid across it
and waited.
       All this time I maintained my boner and Mr. Cook had a bulge under
his bathrobe as well. I knew he was as excited as I was.
      "Okay son now here is what you've been waiting for. I want you to lay
flat down on my bed with this pillow under your middle Okay ? " he asked
helping me onto the bed. I knew he was going to fudge me and I wondered
what it would be like. This is what I had been wanting ever since that
first night I met Mr. Cook
      I lay with my bum high in the air and Mr. Cook got in between my legs
and then slowly slid his penis into my cleaned out ass hole.  He didn't
have to work too long before I felt him sperming out inside my ass. It
almost made me blow as well, but Mr. Cook had other ideas about that.
     When we were done he had me lay over on my back and he proceeded to
give me a blow job. It was only a matter of seconds before I was flushing
his mouth with my hot fluid. Now "Was I satisfied? "I wondered. Mr. Cook
sat me on his lap and cuddled me and kissed me all over. He called me his
special boy.
      We both showered and had coke and pie in his kitchen. We had been at
it for two hours and Mr. Cook said I should be getting along home.  He made
me promise, that being as I liked it so much, I was never to breath a word
to anyone or else it would all be over between us. I knew what he meant and
there was no way I was going to disturb our friendship. I think I loved
Mr. Cook.
      Mr. Cook and I were together quite often and enjoyed each others
company to the fullest trying different things. He told me I was the only
boy who thoroughly enjoyed getting screwed and enemas.
     School was going well and my marks were improving but I was getting
tons of home assignments and my parents told me I couldn't go out only on
weekends. I knew Mr. Cook would never be around then. I wondered how I
could ever get word to him. I even rode over to his house after school one
day. There was no one home.  I wrote a note and left it under his door,
telling him why I had not been around and that was there any chance of
seeing him on a weekend. I almost begged in my note. I told him I would be
at the river place or come to his home if he liked.
      We were sitting at the supper table one evening when father said that
the police had apprehended a pedophile who .lived across the river from
us. He had been caught enticing a young boy to join him at his home. He was
caught under the bridge."
      "See Gerry.  Now you know why we don't want you to go down there.
Look what can happen to you. It scares me when I think of how you prowl
around sometimes at night.  You just be careful and stay clear of the river
path," my father explained.
      I was sure it must have been Mr. Cook Oh please Lord don't let it be
Mr.Cook. I had to know one way or the other so rode over by his house one
day after school.  There seemed to be no one around and I walked up the
steps as though I was looking for an address. There was a note stapled to
the inside door under the mail box.
       "Hi Gerry. Relax Son it wasn't me, but we had best lay low for
awhile.  If you feel you must see me. I'll be home next Saturday
afternoon. Do what you think is right.  Love Mr. Cook."