Date: Wed, 6 Jun 2007 17:04:13 -0700 (PDT) From: John Hollingway <jhollingway@yahoo.com> Subject: Oooh, Vienna - Part 3 (M/b, oral) Oooh, Vienna by John Hollingway <jhollingway@yahoo.com> This story is pure fiction. Although some persons in this story are images of people in the real life, I do not express their opinions in anyway. Anything in this story is made up in my head. This story contains graphic descriptions of sex between males, especially between a man and an underage boy. If this kind of story is illegal where you are living, go read something else. If you are offended by such material, why are you even here? Go read something which suits your state of mind better! If you are under 18 you shouldn't probably read this stuff either, as morale dictates us, but that couldn't hold me off at your age either. Just be careful about what you read and do, some people on the internet are not as nice as they appear at first. This story is copyrighted by the author, all rights reserved. The story may be copied and printed for personal use, but may not be published without the written consent of the author besides on the original publishing sites (nifty.org and assgm.net). Preface This part took me a lot longer to finish than I originally expected. I don't know why, but somehow my original intentions for this chapter were different, but I couldn't write it down. At some point the intention of this story suddenly shifted, and the characters all got a lot realer to me than they were before, and they keep telling me what they want in this story and what not. As a direct result of this, there is much less sex in this part than I originally intended to write, but I guess John is just too old and couldn't keep up with a teenager ;) So I resorted more on storytelling, and I'm guessing it will continue more like this than it had been in chapter 2 of this story. There will be sex, of course, but probably not as much as some of you want to see. I really got dragged into writing a lot more, and as a direct consequence I set up a website which will contain all of the things I have published so far. The reason for this is that my stories cover (or will cover) a wide degree of topics, and not everything is suitable for all of the sites I publish on. So I set up the website to have all my stuff in one place if anyone asks me "Have you written anything else?". And I keep a small blog there, to keep all of you up to date how the writing is going on, where the different parts of the stories will appear and sometimes some personal stuff about me. So if you are interested in some background information and all of the things I have written so far, just drop by here: http://hollingway.freehyperspace.com . It is not that much at the moment, mainly all the parts of "Oooh, Vienna" I have published so far, and one short story I translated from German to English, but the content on it will expand gradually. This part has even seen a lot more editing than before, because I now do not only have one editor, but a whole "staff" who wants to edit this story. Darryl got joined by Str8mayb, and Taron W. gave everything a final lookover and pointed out some things which were difficult to American readers to understand. Darryl and Str8mayb even were brave enough to put in some comments for you, just look at the end. They all have done a wonderful job in helping me to get the points I wanted to say really written down, and to make everything understandable. Thanks to you all! As I have said before the other chapters, feedback is always very much appreciated, or as one of the other authors I read put it: "Feedback is the only payment we receive", and I have to wholeheartedly agree to him. I enjoy all of the comments and feedback very much, and they are one of the main reasons that keep me writing. So, don't be shy and drop me an eMail, I very much appreciate it! Part 3 - Waking dreams and pokey things I woke up the next morning, and everything from the day before came back to me in an instant. I felt the warmth of John's body next to mine, but in a different position than before. He lay on his back, I snuggled very close to his side, and he had put one arm around me. He was still asleep, and I carefully glanced around to the alarm clock. 7 am, not as early as yesterday, but still way too early to wake John up. He had told me the day before that he normally slept longer, so I thought it would not be good waking him up at this time. So I just kept lying there next to him, and dozed off for a bit, dreaming of the possibilities that lay before me. I really hoped with all my heart that I could stay with John, this seemed the best opportunity my life had put in front of me yet. I thought once again about the things Marcus had told me the day before, and I silently agreed with him that John wouldn't kick me out. He really seemed to like me, and he had instantly cared about all my needs. So I figured I would be able to stay with him, if everything worked out. I was going to do everything I could to make things work out. My thoughts started to drift back to the life I had led before running away. I tried to think whether there would be anything I would miss, but I kept thinking hard and long, and nothing sprang up that was worth worrying about. This place was a lot nicer than the flat I had lived in before, the state my mum was in over the last years didn't call for sympathy either. Not having to beg to get something to eat, but just being able to go to the fridge and pick something I liked was worth so much that it isn't imaginable for anyone who has never been real hungry. I thought I would maybe miss going to school for a bit, as I really enjoyed learning stuff, but school hadn't been such a nice experience, lately. It is very hard to concentrate about math if your stomach rumbles. And perhaps I would miss Raphael as well. Raphael was in my class at school, and was one of the very few people who actually seemed to care about me, and treated me like a human being, and not some piece of shit which is just there to have something to make fun of. We were not that close, as I mostly had other things in my mind than befriending people, but we chatted now and then, and I even told him some of the things that troubled me. He was the one guy I had to talk to. But now I had John to talk to, and he seemed to care about me a lot more than anyone else. I was not afraid anymore to admit anything to him, and this just felt so very good. Thinking about John turned my attention once more to his warm body, to which I pressed my small frame, just enjoying the warmth. I slowly started to run my hand across his bare chest, carefully and very slowly, not wanting to wake him up. I just caressed his chest, and my hand gradually ran lower over him, first stroking his belly, then the pubic bush, and finally my hand brushed over his cock. It was hard, just like the morning before. When I touched him there, he grumbled lowly in his sleep, and I stopped dead in my movements. But John didn't seem to wake up, and after a couple of seconds, he was silent again. I remembered something he had said the other morning, before realizing that he really stroked my penis. He said something about "having a wet dream", and as soon as I thought about this, a plan formed up in my mind. I would give him a real "wet dream", and at the same time try something new. The sucking last night had been wonderful and it had made me curious, and I wanted to know how it felt to have a penis in my mouth. And I could make John feel really good at the same time, so it seemed like killing two birds with one stone. I slowly and carefully moved under the sheets and lay, somewhat crunched, on the upper parts of John's legs, like a small package. I stroked John's cock a couple of more times with my hands and pulled back his foreskin then. I extended my tongue, and licked at his cock head like on a big lollipop. It tasted strange, salty and a bit bitter, but not as unpleasant as I would have expected. As soon as my tongue stroked over the head of John's cock, he started to moan a bit. Peeping up from under the sheets, I saw that he was still asleep. I decided then to give him the real "wet dream" and took his cock head in my mouth. I recalled what John had done yesterday to me, and I hadn't felt any teeth, only the moist wetness of his mouth, so I carefully made sure that my teeth didn't make any contact with his penis. I sucked in a bit and could feel the inner parts of my cheeks making contact with the head as well. So now I could feel almost all parts of his cock head, and I supposed this was how it had to be. Fitting his cock into my mouth was much harder than fitting mine into his mouth, as my mouth was smaller and his cock was larger than mine. So I bobbed my head down carefully a bit, trying to test how much I could actually take in until it felt uncomfortable. I got maybe half of it in my mouth before the head hit the beginning of my throat and I started to gag slightly, so I pulled it out a bit. Remembering John had bobbed his mouth up and down on my shaft, I started to imitate his movements from the night before, but very slowly. I wanted John to get used to the feeling of having his penis in my mouth and not wanting him to wake up. I sped up to a slow but steady rhythm of bobbing my head up and down. Each time, his cock head nearly left my mouth until I reversed directions, at the other end, I had figured out the feeling of how far I could take him in before gagging soon enough. It didn't take John very long until he started moaning in the steady rhythm of my sucking. His cock grew very hard in my mouth, and I sped up a bit further. His moaning sped up the same, and just when I thought I couldn't continue for much longer, as my neck started to hurt, he came. I hadn't thought about this before, but I had seen the sperm he produced on the other day often enough, and when he came, I had my mouth still on his cock. So the first spurt hit the back of my throat, and I had no other choice than swallowing, as I didn't want to start to cough and wake up John. So I just left his cock in my mouth and swallowed the following three spurts as well, just pulling it out for a bit, so I could taste the sperm. It tasted salty and bitter as well, not really good, but not bad either. His cock started to soften considerably, and I just licked the remaining sperm from his cock head, not wanting to bother with the paper towels. Just when I had finished with this and thought about how I should position myself now, John said in a low and sleepy voice: "Wow, kiddo, I thought being woken up by the smell of coffee and a gentle stroke on the hair from yesterday was great, but this was even better." I extended my body, so I basically lay on top of him, and gave him a kiss. "Sorry, John, I didn't want to wake you up", and I put my head next to his on the pillow. He turned his head to face me: "I would not have missed you sucking on my dick and bringing me to orgasm like you did for anything in the world. I woke up only shortly before the orgasm, before that, I had a very very hot dream." I giggled: "Well, that was the basic idea! What did you dream of?" "To be honest, it was a very cute 12-year-old, blond haired, blue eyed, hairless body, giving me a blow job....." "You are kidding!?!?" "Nope, I actually dreamed of you. Well, I surely was awake in my dream, and the position was different, but basically it was the same. This was really hot of you!" With this he gave me a passionate and lingering kiss, which I returned as passionately. As soon as our tongues had finished their dancing practices, he put his arm around me, pulled me even closer and started stroking my back. I relaxed, and we cuddled there for a moment, when a question bubbled up in my thoughts: "John?" "Yes, kiddo?" "Why do you like me?" "Hum.....because I really think you are a person who is worth liking. You are gentle, caring, thoughtful, funny, honest and really seem to need somebody who likes you, and I'm perfectly happy with being that person." "Well, thanks for the compliment, but I meant the question a little different. I meant, why are you turned on by me so much? You really seem to enjoy looking, touching and pleasuring me. But you are so much older, you could have a boyfriend closer to your own age, who has a real cock, not the small thing I have, who has hair not just on his head and is more mature than me." When I said this, John actually laughed. "Yeah, you are right, I COULD have, but hasn't it occurred to you that exactly the things you told me are the things I like? I really love you having no hair, I could die for the smooth, silky skin you have." As if to emphasize this point, he started stroking my back again. "I love your high little boy voice, the way you sometimes just act a bit childish, and your small dick, fitting perfectly in my mouth. In one sentence: I love that you are still a boy. I really need someone whom I can care for and who wants to be cared for, and I have the feeling that you are just that person." I had felt tears building while he told me this, and when he was finished he looked in my eyes, asking in a concerned voice: "Everything okay, Kyle?" "Yes, yes, sure!", I sobbed, "I'm just so happy right now, this is the nicest thing anybody has ever said to me!" I buried my head in the pillow, and just cried from sheer joy. John continued to stroke my back, circling with his fingers a bit, then stroking along my spine, caressing my shoulder blades. When I had calmed down a bit, I gave John a kiss once more. His eyes were suspiciously shimmering as well, and I had the feeling that my crying had pushed him to the edge of tears of his own. After a few more minutes of cuddling, I grew a little restless. I started to writhe my body on top of John's, trying to hide my restlessness. But it was no good, and after a minute of fruitless restraint, I just asked John: "Can we get up? I don't feel like lying here any more." "Sure, sweetheart!" We both got up, John stretching a bit, and we both put on our tracksuits. They were perfectly comfortable for just running around in the flat, and you didn't get as cold as in a bath robe. When we got out of the bedroom, the same frantic meowing as yesterday greeted us both, but John knew exactly how to calm them down, and just gave them some cat food. We relieved ourselves, and after that John showed me how to prepare a real breakfast. I hadn't been aware how many things one could consider being contained in a breakfast. There was coffee, of course, and John showed me how to brew it right. He admitted that the one I had made yesterday had tasted horrible, I had used way too much coffee powder. And as soon he showed me how to do it right, I saw the difference, in how much I had taken yesterday, and how much John put into the machine. After that, he told me to prepare the table once more, and I was alright with that. But John just put more and more stuff on the table. There were the normal things like jam, butter and everything for the coffee. But he also put out ham, different sorts of cold cuts, cheese, boiled eggs, chocolate cream, milk, cocoa and more things than I had ever imagined for breakfast. He had also put some rolls in the oven, which were ready together with the coffee, and we sat down at the table. "What do you drink for breakfast? Coffee?", John asked me. I pondered, "Hm, I have never tasted coffee before, may I try yours?" "Sure, go ahead!" I carefully sipped at his mug, and instantly put on a face. That tasted horrible, just bitter, hot and very strange. John chuckled at my face and stated: "You should stay with milk, I guess." "You bet! How can you stand THIS taste?" "Hm, I don't know, you just start to like it when you grow up." "Grownups are strange!" He poured milk in my mug, and I emptied half of it directly, in attempt to get rid of the taste of coffee. John started to cut some rolls in halves, and gave me one. It took me a long time to decide what I wanted on them, there were just so many possibilities. We ate quietly for a couple of minutes, only disturbed by the occasional meowing of the cats who clearly wanted to participate in our breakfast, but John was very determined to keep them off the table. He explained to me that they knew perfectly well that they weren't allowed on that table, but chose to ignore it, so he had to be quite stern to them sometimes. He told me as well, that it was nearly time for their yearly checkup with the vet, and that we (he really said "we" at that moment, as he was already considering me part of his life!) would have to go to the vet during one of the next weeks. That seemed to put another thing on his mind, and he asked: "When was the last time you were at a doctor and had a checkup?" I tried hard to remember, but there was only a very faint memory of a man in a white suit, which I couldn't put any exact date to. "I don't know, it has to be at least 4 or 5 years, I guess." "Well, I really think that you should get a checkup, so we are sure that nothing is wrong, and if there is something wrong, we can fix it right away. Because every day you wait on getting a treatment might make it worse." "Yes, of course you are right." He got up from the table and went to his office, and I could hear him picking up the phone and starting to talk to someone, but exactly that moment the cats chose to make another attempt to get on the table, and I was busy pushing them back, so I couldn't hear exactly what John was talking about. He came back shortly afterwards and told me: "I have made an appointment for you with a doctor. He is a friend of mine and won't ask any questions. He owes me a favor, so we can just go there. We should be there in about 2 hours, he has some time available then." I put on a face, I really was not excited by the prospect of seeing a doctor. John put his hand under my chin and lifted my head, so I would look him in the eyes. "You do understand that this is important to both of us, right? Your health is one of the most precious things you possess, and the life you have led until now hasn't been very kind to you. So I just want to be very sure that everything is alright!" I simply nodded, seeing the necessity of this. But like yesterday with John, there was just a clash between my head and my stomach. My head knew that it was important, but that didn't stop my stomach from feeling a little afraid. "You will see, I promise, it's not going to be that bad. He is a real nice guy, and if everything is okay, it's just that much better." I just tried to put the thoughts of what lay ahead of me to the back of my mind and returned my attention to the opulent breakfast. It took some time until we finished eating, at least John ate quite a few things, I soon had the feeling of already being full. But that was quite understandable, as I just wasn't used to eating that much. When we both were finished, I helped John clear the table, taking the dirty dishes to the dishwasher while he put the other stuff back into the fridge. After that, he moved to the couch, accompanied by the cats and then he motioned me to have a seat as well. "I think we have to talk about living together." I frowned a bit. Did he want to kick me out after all? "No, Kyle, don't make that horrified face, I'm happy having you here, and not being alone anymore. But I think we should lay down some rules about living together. This could just develop naturally of course, but I have already had some bad experiences with this. You know, when Marcus and I lived together here, we didn't discuss any rules, but both of us just did what we wanted. That eventually led to many grudges growing between us both, and was somehow the reason that our mutual love died. And I just don't want to see it happen again, so I want to discuss some rules about living together with you. If we somehow see that something isn't working after a while, we can re-discuss it, of course. Are you OK with this?", he asked me. "Sure, I can see the point in this. Although, please remember, I have led quite an unruled life until now, so it may be hard for me to follow rules, especially if I see no sense in them." He smiled at me, and instantly replied: "No, I don't think that would be a problem. But after all, you are only 12 and a runaway, we have to carefully decide and agree what's OK and what isn't. The first thing that I want you to agree on: No drugs!" I laughed out really loud, and just told him: "Oh, that is the last thing you have to worry about. After I saw what happened to Mum, I won't touch any drugs, EVER!" "Very good, I don't want to have a drug addict here for whom I have to care. But at your age, this should also include alcohol and tobacco. I don't drink very much myself, only an occasional glass of wine, and smoke very seldom. But I would be fine if you want me to stop with it as well." I pondered this request as well. "No, I don't see any problems in there as well. I haven't tried alcohol or cigarettes, and I don't want to change it. I'm not complaining if you would drink an occasional glass of wine or beer or whatever, but I would have a problem if you would be drunk regularly. Same with smoking." "Okay, I think we can agree on this. The next thing, I fear you have to stay in the flat in the mornings." "Why is that?" "Well, you have run away from home. All the other kids of your age are in school at that time. So it would be quite suspicious if a single boy is wandering the streets alone, and it could happen that the police would pick you up, and I don't think either you or I want that, as we both would be in a lot of trouble then." I saw the point in it, and just nodded. "Speaking of trouble, we have to be discreet about the details of our relationship as well, if someone were to find out about the details, we would be in big trouble as well. If you need someone to talk to you, you can talk to Marcus, or if you see the need to tell someone else, please talk to me about it first, so at least we can agree who we want to tell it to." Seeing the point in this as well, I quickly agreed. "In the afternoon, you can go outside and explore the city or whatever you want, meeting new friends and so on." With these words he got up, went to a cupboard next to the door, and picked something up. He handed me the small box and sat down again. I looked a bit puzzled at him when I opened it, and soon got big eyes as I unwrapped a brand new mobile phone. John continued, with a smile on his face: "So, if something is wrong, you can call me. My cell phone number is already stored in the memory of it, so you can call me any time you need to. I would like you to be back at 6:00 in the evening, so we can have dinner together. If you want to stay out longer, just ask me or call me, but I really think that should be an exception, as you are way too young to roam the streets after that time. Is this alright with you?" I considered the limitations John set upon me. But I could see that he was just concerned about me, and just wanted me to be safe. I replied slowly, as this was the hardest rule up to now: "Hm, I guess so. But I don't have the urge to go out that much at the moment. But please don't be mad if I'm a bit late or so." He grinned: "This is another reason I gave you the mobile, so if you are really late, either you or I can call each other, so we just know what's going on. I don't want to control you, and I need you to live your own life, but it is a nice assurance for me to know that I could call you anytime. If you stay in here, you can do whatever you want. Take any books you like, use the X-Box, watch DVDs or whatever. Please, just check the age restriction on the DVDs first, I have some here that are for 16+ or 18+. If you really are interested in watching them, we can watch them together. I don't want to have a screaming Kyle waking me up in the middle of the night, because he watched a horror movie not suitable for his age." With this, he tousled my hair. "Oh, and of course you can use my computer if I don't have to work on it, or am doing paperwork or whatever." "Nah, that's alright, I never used one of the things before, I wouldn't even know what to do." John looked a bit shocked about this revelation. "You mean, you have never even touched a computer?" "Nope! I hope this is not bad", I added a bit anxiously. "Well, not bad, but I really think you should get some experience with computers, there are only very few jobs out there now days which you can actually do without knowing how to use a computer, it is essential for later that you have at least a basic knowledge of computer." Working, or having a job, just seemed so far away at the moment, I had been busy just staying alive up to then. "Well, I think we will come to a solution about this problem also, there could be worse places to learn something about computers than my home. Do you have any objections up to now?" I thought again about all the things he said now, but they were reasonable and I thought I could comply with them. "But I have a question....", I added. John just looked at me expectantly, I took this as a sign to continue. "Don't you want me to do anything, like chores or whatever?" He looked at me smiling, as if he hadn't given it a thought yet. "I wouldn't object if you chose to participate in the work to do here. It's not that much anyway, most of the cleaning is done by a cleaning woman who comes once a week, and I really enjoy the cooking, but I'll be glad if you would like to help me with some things. But I don't want you to have the feeling that you have to earn your stay here. You can stay with me because I really like you, and you seem to be in desperate need of a place to stay. And it has nothing to do with the sex, either, just to say that again. Even if you would decide tonight you don't want to have any physical contact with me anymore, you would be welcome to stay. But I admit, it's really nice...", his voice died down, he had a small smile on his face and he seemed to be far away, lost in his thoughts. I moved a bit closer to him and leaned against him. That seemed to shake John out of his trance, and he looked around, confused for a moment. "Ah, where was I? Sorry, I was distracted for a moment." I giggled: "Oh, that was quite obvious. I think you were finished." "Oh, really, was I? Yeah, I guess so." He took a look at the clock, doing some mental calculations. "I think we should get ready slowly, we should leave in 45 minutes, and I don't want to have to rush. I think we should shorten the entertainment program we had yesterday in the shower, it would just take too long." I pouted, but he didn't seem to be impressed by it. "Just go ahead", he told me, "So I'm a bit more in control who is in the shower and who not." He winked at me with these words, and I knew he was teasing me. But I got up from the couch, gave John a kiss and moved to the bathroom. I stripped out of my tracksuit and then went in the shower. The showering went by quickly today, and it was a huge relief to be able to wash my hair properly. When I came out of the shower, Ben was waiting for me today and seemed to be animated by my naked leg, obviously wanting to play with it. I knelt down, and he instantly rolled on his back. I rubbed him on his belly, and he started to play with my hand, kneading his paws against my hand, but being careful not to use his claws. He started his usual, very loud purring, and seemed to enjoy himself immensely. He looked up at me protesting very much when I stood up again, he clearly was not satisfied with the short time I had spent with him. But I needed to continue my cleaning routine, as John wanted to be going soon. After brushing my teeth and using some deo, I tried to do the same things to my hair that Anna had done yesterday. I only managed to do it half as good as her, it looked a bit ruffled, not nearly as chaotic as yesterday. But overall, I was satisfied with my appearance, and I went to the bedroom to pick up some clothes. I got underwear and some socks, and walked in this state of undress to the office, to get something suitable to wear outside. When I entered the office, I saw John sitting at his computer, typing. I asked him: "More problems?" "Nah, I just checked my mail because if something happened, I should know, but it doesn't look like it. And I have to check on the servers regularly to see if everything is okay, especially in the morning as there are quite a few things done during the night which shouldn't fail." Turning his attention to me, he saw me standing in his office only half dressed. "Wow, that was fast today. I guess I will hit the shower then as well." He went to the bathroom as well, and left me standing in front the cupboard, looking at my choices of clothes, undecided. I finally settled for a gray hooded sweatshirt, because after a look out of the window, the temperature seemed to have dropped considerably, and the same jeans as yesterday. While John was in the shower, I played a bit more with Ben and Chloe, which mainly consisted of me sitting on the couch and them crawling all over me, sniffing at the new-smelling shirt, and Ben insisted on exploring the pockets of the shirt, which made me start to giggle, as he was very vigorously attempting to fit completely in the pocket. Not long after, John came back from the bath, only wearing a towel around the hips, and went to the bedroom as well to pick up some fresh underwear. This was the moment when the phone rang, which made the cats jump up in alert, and made John yelling from the bedroom: "Kiddo, could you please pick it up? I'd like to get dressed." "Sure!", I yelled equally loud back, which made Ben even jump a bit. I picked up the receiver and said in my most polite way: "Hollingway residence, Kyle at the phone." For several seconds nothing happened, and I nearly wanted to hang it up, when a confused, female voice responded: "Hollingway here as well. Erm, may I speak with my son?" "Of course, just give me a second to get him to the phone." I covered the microphone with my hand and went to the bedroom, where John now had at least some underwear on. I whispered to him: "Your mum is on the phone." He thanked me with a nod and took the receiver. "Hey, mum, nice to hear you." A muffled voice from the receiver responded to him. "Ah, yeah, sorry, I totally forgot to call you when I arrived here in Vienna, sorry. It had been a bit stressy that day..................Oh, that is Kyle, a friend of mine, who will stay with me for some time." When he said "for some time", my worst suspicions were confirmed, all the talk about me staying with him was just for a short while. Maybe I had to do something else, so I would be able to stay with John. John continued then on the phone: "Yes, everything is fine, the cats are annoying as ever (he twinkled to me while saying this). But, Mum, I'm a bit short on time right now, let us phone later, okay? Yeah, I should be here most days, just call. OK, have a nice day, bye!" He returned the receiver to the recharge station and said to me: "Phew, the first obstacle behind us. But I fear I will have to tell her a bit more about you, especially when she realizes that the "some time" is going to be quite long. She can be quite inquisitive, and cares a lot about me. So any change in my life is a big issue for her." And he smiled at me, which I only registered with half an eye, still deeply caught in my thoughts, trying to come up with something which would allow me to stay with John. John had finished dressing then, and called me from the door: "C'mon, kiddo, let's get moving."I snapped out of my thoughts, more urgent things now in front of me. When we were on the street, I gripped his hand like I had yesterday, so I didn't have the feeling I would be lost easily. We moved to a different bus station than yesterday, and while being on the bus, I tried to get a better measure on Vienna. It was so completely different than Frankfurt, at least the parts I was seeing that day. Most of the houses were quite old, like the house John's flat was in. In Frankfurt you saw barely a house older than maybe 30 years, and when I took a look at the building years of these houses (which were engraved over most of the entrances), the houses were at least 100 years old, if not older. We once even saw a coach, pulled by real horses! John told me that you could see those coaches, called "Fiaker", a lot in Vienna, they were one of the tourist attractions. The bus drive was quite long, we were on it nearly half an hour, when John finally announced that we had to leave the bus at the next station. John rang the doorbell to the practice, and a man a bit older than John opened the door. He had a dark complexion, black hair and a beard. He extended his hand to John, and said cheerfully: "John! So nice to see you again, it has been way too long since we saw each other." "Hey Domenic, nice to see you too. How is Ruth?" "Oh, she is fine, thanks for asking. And who do we have here?" He moved his gaze to me, and I shyly extended my hand: "I'm Kyle, Dr. ...." "Dr. Gartner, but just call me Domenic as well." "Ok, Domenic, nice to meet you." "Nice to meet you as well. Come in, please, both of you." We moved into the deserted practice, where I looked around curiously. "You don't have many patients, do you?" Domenic laughed at this question: "Oh, normally I have quite a lot of patients, but my practice is only open in the afternoon on Fridays." I looked at him with big eyes: "So, you are only here for me? Why?" "John is a good friend of mine, although we see each other too seldom. And he asked me for a favor, and since I easily could comply with his wish, it is my pleasure to help him." We had now arrived in the examination room, and Domenic put on a white coat and pulled a stethoscope around his neck. He sat behind his desk, John and I sat on the chairs on the other side. He turned on his computer, and while it was booting, he asked a lot of questions about me, like how old I am, if I ever had this or that illness, when I had been vaccinated last, and so on. The questions about me were easy, but other ones, like the vaccination, I had no clue when or even if that had happened. He entered the data into the computer, and then turned his attention once again to me: "Should John wait outside while I perform the examination." A hint of fear started to build up in me, and I asked in a trembling voice: "Can he stay, pleeeeease?" "Sure, whatever you like best." With this Domenic smiled at me. "Okay young man, would you please strip down to your underwear?" After only a second of hesitation, I pulled off the shirt, buttoned down the jeans and stepped out of them. He motioned me over to a scale, to get my weight. "Hm, 31kg, that is not very much for a boy your age." He then lowered a steel bar to the top of my head and read: "1.43m, not very much as well. Have you suffered from malnutrition?" Totally lost, I looked to John: "Domenic wants to know if you have not eaten enough." "Ah, okay....Well, I had been on my own for some time, it can be hard to get 3 meals a day if you have to provide everything for yourself." Domenic looked at me with a hint of sorrow in his eyes and shook his head: "Who would have to have a 10 year old provide for his own food? OK, that explains a lot. I think we will have an especially good look at your condition. I hope John isn't responsible for this...I hope it for him!" I responded calmly: "No, John has really taken good care of me ever since I met him." "Good, otherwise he would have been in trouble." I was a bit astounded by the serious note in his voice, it really seemed to make him angry. It was no big deal after all, I just didn't weigh as much as other boys, so what? Domenic continued with his examination then, listening at my chest with the stethoscope. I drew in my air sharply when the cold metal made contact with my skin, but it warmed fast. Domenic told me several times to breath in and out, to cough and things like that. He looked with a small light in my ears, and put a tongue depressor in my mouth to look at my throat. He even told me to lower the front of my underwear, pulled back my foreskin and felt on my balls, while telling me to cough. My head must have nearly exploded at that time, I think I flushed to a very deep red, quite embarrassed. I was told then to lie down on an examination table, and he moved my arms and legs, seeing when it got uncomfortable for me and pushed on my stomach. "OK, I really think we should freshen up your vaccination. If you really do not know when it was the last time, it could already be ineffective anymore, and we don't want to take any chances. It is just a very small injection." When he said injection, I jerked my head up and looked him fearfully in the eyes. "Don't worry, it won't hurt very much. Just roll over to your stomach, and we will get it over with ." I reluctantly did what he told me to, and it took a minute, during which I could hear him doing something on a cabinet out of my sight. He then got back to the table, and pulled one side of the underwear covering my butt down. Something cold moved over my butt, and Domenic said: "I will give you the injection on the count to three. One...." And I felt like a sharp pain in my butt, like when a bee had stung me. "Ouch! That wasn't fair, you weren't at three!", I complained. I swear, I could hear him smirking: "Yes, and you were relaxed, weren't you? The injection didn't hurt so much AND you are more concerned about complaining to me than you are about the injection." I had to snicker at his statement, laughing about myself, because he was right. After that, he said that I could get dressed again, and he sat down behind his desk and typed some things into his computer. I sat down on the chair I had sat on before, and looked expectantly at him, wanting to know if anything was not alright. The first thing he did, though, was let some drops from a small bottle fall on a cube of sugar and hand it to me with the words: "Here, the second part of your vaccination." "This is a lot nicer than the shot you gave me", I said, after swallowing the sugar. Domenic smiled at me and announced: "OK, you seem in good shape, actually, besides the malnourishment. You are really thin and small for a boy your age, and I guess that puberty could be a bit delayed by it as well, but don't worry, just eat regularly and you will catch up quickly enough. Just don't eat too much, let your body guide you. If you feel full, don't eat anymore just because you feel obliged. Try to get some exercise as well, so that not all of the food will be converted into fat, but you will build up some muscles as well. Nothing fancy, actually, just go for a walk regularly or work out a bit or things like this. You may tire easily at the beginning, and if you feel exhausted, just stop and don't overwork yourself. Honestly, if you feel something like fullness or tiredness, your body is telling you something, it is normally this easy. Just listen to it and you will be fine." I was quite relieved by his words, nothing seemed to be wrong with me. He continued then: "But I want to do a general blood test, to actually make sure nothing is wrong. Not all can be told by listening to your chest, and your blood will tell us if there is anything else wrong. But, for this you have to go to an institute, and there your missing insurance may be...." With these words he glanced at John, as to get his assurance. John promptly interrupted him: "This should be no problem, we will just pay for it ourselves. Actually, it is a good idea for me to get my regular blood test as well, so if you can give me a referral, we will go together to the institute." He smiled at me and reached for my hand, squeezing it reassuringly. Domenic printed something on his computer then, and gave John two small slips of paper. "Just come back to me when you have the results, or mail them to me, actually I think that would be the easiest." "Sure, no problem", John said. "So, is there anything else we need to do or you want to know?" Domenic thought it over for a moment, but said with a smile: "No, I don't think so, you two are released for today." We all got up from our chairs, and Domenic led us to the front door. "If anything is wrong or you are unsure, you know my phone number, just call." "Sure, thanks for everything!", John said, and shook Domenic's hand. After that I extended my hand as well and piped up: "Yeah, thanks for looking after me, and you are really nice, nothing like the nasty doctors they always talk about in the books." At this comment, Domenic laughed and said with twinkling eyes: "I really tried to keep my evil face hidden! I guess the kids this afternoon will have to suffer for it!" I looked at him a bit unsure, but quickly decided that he was teasing me and smiled, but had no good come back for this, so I just kept my mouth shut. Going by bus was quite uneventful, as the bus was really crowded and I had to try to avoid bumping into other people when the bus driver accelerated and braked erratically. So I hadn't had a chance to talk to John without telling at least 10 people around us what was going on, so I resorted to being drawn into my own thoughts once more. I was still lost in my thoughts when John touched me on the shoulder, motioning me to get off the bus. I made my way through to the door, excusing myself to a lot of people. When I got off the bus, with John directly behind me, I looked around a bit confused. This wasn't the area where John's flat was, but somewhere different. It looked vaguely familiar to me, but I couldn't put my finger on why it was so familiar to me. I looked questioningly to John, and asked him: "Where are we? Aren't we going home now?" John had a blank expression when he told me: "No, we are going to the blood test institute. It was on the way, and we will have it behind us." The now common feeling of panic came back to me, in a surge, but this time I just couldn't place it, why I had this fear. I mean, I had seen my share of injections and shots, and normally I don't care very much about them. So, no big deal. We walked up to a house at a corner, with a large sign above the door which stated: "LABOR"(*see: 1). I glanced inside, and it looked really friendly there, a lot of warm colors, comfortable chairs and a big counter. John entered the building now, I followed a bit more reluctantly, and John steered directly to the big counter. "OK, I have a referral for a standard STD blood examination, payed by my insurance, and this boy here has a full blood examination including STD. This we will pay privately, but you got a referral as well." With these words, John produced the two sheets of paper he had gotten from Domenic. The nurse quickly looked over them, and announced then: "You will have to wait for a few minutes so someone will be available, just have a seat and wait to be called." We followed her directions and both sat down on two of the comfortable chairs which were at the back of the wall. My curiosity got me again, and I whispered to John: "John, what is this STD examination?" He smiled at me, and whispered equally low back: "That is the standard test for sexually transmitted diseases. I do this test regularly, just to be sure that everything is fine, and I want you to take it as well, who knows what you could have picked up on the streets." Just nodding to this statement, still thinking about the implications of what John had said, John was called to cabin number 4, where an elderly woman waited for him. I got up as well, and we moved to that cabin. John said: "I'll go first, so you will be able to see that nothing is wrong", and presented me again with his big smile which lit up his whole face. He sat down on a chair and put his right arm on a stirrup. The nurse who would extract the blood put a rubber band over his upper arm, and in a couple of seconds a whole pathway of veins appeared on John's forearm. The nurse announced: "Oh, it is always easy to find a suitable vein with you." Then she felt a couple of different possibilities and decided for a not so prominent vein, but John had said that this was the best to get blood from him. She then took a quite small syringe with a needle, and very gently inserted it into the vein. John didn't flinch a bit when this happened, he just sat there, smiling, and observing the process. When she had enough blood, she pulled out the needle and told John to apply some pressure to the wound, it will stop in a couple of minutes. I swapped places then with John, and extended my arm onto the stirrup. When the nurse put the rubber band around my upper arm, I felt uncomfortable and started squirming on the chair, but when she came with the syringe and wanted to put it into my vein, something - just snapped in me. I cried out very loud: "NOOOOOOO!" and pulled down the rubber band from my arm and stormed out of the cabin, out of the front door, noticing nothing around me. Afterword Editor's Notes: I am so proud of Kyle for his strength in dealing with all his problems. I have the feeling that the situation at the blood testing clinic had something to do with his mother and her drug habit. I guess we will see in the next chapter. Darryl AKA The Radio Rancher. Another Editors Notes: First I have to say that this is a hard story to edit. No not for the reasons you might think, it is because it is so similar to my own stories I keep wanting to correct the names. Maybe Neal can visit Kyle, no that wouldn't be fair to John or the rest of Vienna. Poor Kyle, with his history a needle can be a tough thing to face. Lucky for him he has John to love and help him. He has demons to face but now he isn't alone. Okay, lets get to the next chapter... Str8mayb Author's Note: I just couldn't have these two guys here have all the fun to themselves, so I got to respond to them. Well, Darryl, are you proud for misleading our readers in a wrong direction? Even I don't know what will be in part 4 :) Or has Kyle spoken to you again, and you know more than me? And Str8mayb, I'm not sure if Vienna would survive a visit from Neal. I mean, do you want to see it in ruins, or what? For all the people who are confused now about what we are talking: Just look for Haven on Nifty's, or head over to http://www.paddedroom.us/ to see the stories by Str8mayb there, and you might see why I'm afraid (for Vienna). And the next chapter will be ready.....when it is finished ;) John Footnotes 1: This actually means only institute, before any of the English readers are confused