Date: Mon, 17 Sep 2001 08:54:46 +0000
From: Darren Talbot <davidtalbot50@hotmail.com>
Subject: gay male/adult youth/ the library chapter 3

The Library, chapter 3

My arm was just under his elbow and laying right on top of his thin, jutting
hipbone. I could feel ever inhale, every exhale that he made. The delicate
hum of his being against my chest and stomach. He was smiling as his eyes
drifted slowly closed. He was asleep in just  a few minutes.

And inside, I was kicking myself. A boy I hardly knew, only in eighth grade,
here to escape a father that used him for sex, and what had I done? Consent
or no, this was wrong. And worse, I found that, while my brain was telling
me this, my heart was still watching him. His delicate sleep. The way his
hair, all disheveled, was framed around his head like a dark halo. His
slightly open lips. I was surrounded by his smell.

I started to move my arm away from his waist, and he mumbled in his sleep. I
whispered "Shh. I'll be right back." And I stood as quietly as I could, but
my old knees popped loudly as I rose. I picked up his shirt and draped it
over his thin chest as a makeshift blanket, and then stared. My whole being
was on fire in a way that it hadn't been since I was fourteen. Since Mort
had smiled at me in a way that no other human being ever had, until that
moment.

I felt love.

I walked into my office in the back of the store and sat down in the old
chair. It groaned in protest. I leaned my elbow against the desk and propped
my hand against my forehead. From where I was sitting, I could just make out
one of Josh's feet and the blanket he was laying on, which had come from the
closet in my office. I could tell because the closet was open and the
basketball was on the floor. I had never been able to figure a way to put
that ball in the closet without it coming out whenever the door was opened.

I turned to face the desk fully, propping both elbows on it, and resting my
whole head in my hands. What had I done? No matter how alive I was feeling,
I had just commited a crime. Worse, I had been so overcome by it's doing,
that I couldn't stop myself. I had never stolen, never gotten a speeding
ticket in all my years, and now this. And just after he'd admitted that he'd
been badly used by men.

"Daniel?" Came the soft voice, startling me. I hadn't heard him pad in.
Turning to see him, wrapped in the blanket and timid, I was struck by his
utter beauty as if seeing it for the first time.

Without waiting for me to respond, he walked over and sat on my lap, leaning
his head against my chest and pulling his feet up onto my legs. He was
completely wrapped in the blanket, now, with only his head sticking out. His
hair tickled my chin.

"I'm so sorry, Josh." Was all I could manage.

"For what?" He asked, not lifting his head up.

"For doing that to you. I'm so sorry."

He lifted his head so that he could look me in the eye, saying "Why are you
sorry?"

"Because you had just told me that you were here trying to get away from
your father..."

"When did I say that?" He asked, his face scrunching up some.

"Well, when you said that you had to get out of the rain, I guess I figured
that you had been out in it becuase.."

"Oh." Was all he said, snuggling back down against me with a sigh.

"So, you weren't running from your father?"

"No." He said, shifting some. The blanket moved out from under him, and his
tiny little ass was now sitting against my jeans.

"Then what were you doing out in the rain?"

"Feeling it." He responded, as though that explained everything.

"I don't understand." I said.

"Haven't you ever gone out into the rain and just felt it?" He asked, his
gentle voice vibrating my chest slightly.

I didn't know how to answer that. I hadn't ever, really. Rain here is cold,
and comes hard. Being raised a city kid, I guess I'd gotten away from things
like that.

"No, I haven't."

"Oh. You should."

"So, if you wanted to be out in it, then why did you have to come in from
it?" I asked.

I felt him smile against my chest. I felt this, because he smiled with his
whole body against me, snuggling in closer, as if trying to burrow into me.
I found that I didn't mind the thought at all.

"It wasn't dancing with me, anymore. It got too hard, so I came in."

"Why my store...and, better, how did you get into my store?"

He was quiet for a second in, what I was coming to realize, were the natural
pauses he took for everything, then "Promise you won't get mad?" He asked.

"I'll try not to, that's all I can promise."

He raised his head and looked into my eyes, again, and I melted. The honesty
hidden there. The fire.

"I come here a lot."

"What do you mean? Friday was the first day I'd ever seen you." I said.

"But it wasn't the first time I had seen you." He replied, his head cocking
to the side a bit. He shifted around,  his ass making a wonderful weight
against my crotch. He put his legs on either side of my hips. He was
straddling me, the blanket tented over most of he and I.

"What?"

His face lit up with the secret he was about to reveal, "Do you remember two
months ago, when you lost your keys? You looked and looked and couldn't find
them?"

I nodded. I did remember that.

"And you had to get a locksmith to come out...but when he got here that next
morning, your keys were laying right next to the door, where you dropped
them?"

I nodded. I remembered how relieved I'd been to not have to pay for new
locks on both doors.

"You didn't drop them." He said, bringing his thin fingers up out of the
blanket to scratch the side of his  nose.  As he did that, the blanket fell
open, and there was his body in all it's perfection. He saw me looking at
him, and didn't make any move to cover himself back up. His little cock
jumped twice, making a tiny rustling sound against his small nest of black
pubic hair.

"I don't understand." I said.

He giggled, his little ass contracting against my cock, growing swiftly once
more.

"I took them."

"But why?"

"I like to read. And it's quiet here, so I can."

"But how did you know that this place was quiet..you've never been in here
before."

As I talked, he shrugged the blanket off and sat there, a carving of
ultimate line and form. His belly button was tied outside, so it stuck up
some from the flat smoothness of his tummy. His cock was already glistening
at the tip. He ran his hand over his chest. I was flexing myself like mad
against my zipper.

"Yes I have. You just didn't see me. You were having a sale a long time ago,
and you were outside, with your back turned. I came in and looked around and
then left and you were still outside."

"But I would have heard.."

"The bell? I grabbed it before it could make any noise. I don't like noise."
He said, and reached up to put his fingers on my cheek, his thumb on my
lips.

"So you had my keys?"

"Yes. You didn't drop them, I took them. And then brought them back. I
borrowed them."

"And did what?"

He leaned in to me, rubbing his cock up against my stomach, and put his head
on my shoulder, his mouth to my neck. His arms wrapped around my chest.

"I made a copy of the front door key and the backdoor key so that I could
come here." He said, and lightly kissed my neck. I couldn't help but thrust
my hips up at him when he did this. My arms encircled his waist, holding him
in place.

"So, you come here and stay the night? What do you do all night?"

"I read." He said, kissing my neck again. Again I thrusted. My hands were
raoming up and down his smooth back. The arch of his shoulderblades.

"So, you've been using my shop as an apartment?" I asked.

He leaned in closer, lips almost on my neck, and whispered "No. As a
library." He said, and started sucking on my neck. I put full strength into
holding him against me, and with that thrust, though my pants were still on,
I came, moaning so loud I was sure the people in the shop next door heard
me.


-end chapter 3-