Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 17:43:26 +0000
From: Darren Talbot <davidtalbot50@hotmail.com>
Subject: gay male/adult youth/ the library, chapter 8

the library, chapter 8

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*all the appropriate cautions regarding legality of this story and the
fictionality of it's content are applicable.

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"I can't leave him, Daniel. I can't. I can't. I can't." He said, suddenly
turning to me and burying his head in my chest. The last few muffled and
hitched.

I put my arms around him. He was so small that I could touch above my elbows
on both arms while holding him. I rested my cheek against his head,
enveloping him in me.

"Sh. Sh. It's okay, baby. It's going to be alright." I kept repeating,
keeping my voice level and quiet.

His crying stopped slowly, winding itself down, and then, still buried
against me, "Daniel, will you make love to me?"

I let go of him a bit and he pulled away, looking into my eyes, "Please?"

"Josh, I don't know...I mean, your father and..."

"I need you to touch me, Daniel. I need to not think about him. You are the
only one so far who's been able to make me forget him. Please touch me,
Daniel. Please." He went on, lowering his eyes, until that last was said
looking at the floor.

I put my hand on his arm, and the other one cupped his chin, bringing his
eyes back to mine. I kissed his red lips, slow, rubbing my lips against his.
Pulling in his breath. From the center of me, a sudden swell of passion
erupted and I had to have him.

I swept my arm under his light body, picking him up in one swoop and setting
him on the desk. I swept the glass, still half full of Scotch off onto the
floor, only becoming more excited as I listened to it's splash and
shattering. I tore at the button on josh's jeans and peeled them from him.
When they snagged on his beautiful feet, I grabbed them, underwear, and
socks and pulled them from him in one motion, throwing them across the room.
I looked up to find his face, glowing, looking at mine.

I climbed up on the desk, kissing my way slowly from his thin ankle to his
long shin, licking the back of his knee (which caused him to take a
shuddering breath), up his smooth round thigh, where, at the top, his smell
  came over me. I grabbed his penis and jammed it all the way into my mouth.
He sat up at this, putting both hands on the back of my head.

"Oh, gawd, Daniel...yes." he whispered.

Keeping his cock in my mouth, I moved only a little ways up and down, my
tongue moving all over it's head. My pace, quick. My strokes, demanding. His
thighs were already twitching. He was very close. Without moving my mouth
off of him, I put my finger into my mouth, sucking on it at the same time.
Then I pulled it out, and sent it under him, where I began to rub it around
the outside of his pink puckered ass.

"Oh, fuck...oh, Daniel, I'm gonna...I'm gonna...Oh, fuck...I..."

And his back arched, scooting his ass forward, sending my finger in. And his
cock began to pulse, sending shot after shot of thick cream into my mouth.

"I love you...I love you...I love...I luh...I...gawd...I love you..."

Again and again he pushed, fucking my face with his cock and himself with my
finger, shooting.  When, finally, he went limp, collapsing backward, I
pulled my finger out of him. I slowly, ever so slowly, raised my mouth off
of his dick, causing him to squirm with the ticklish convulsions of
afterward. As I was just about off, I licked the head one more time, causing
his whole body to shudder.

I leaned up, putting my lips close to his, and kissed him. Our mouths
attacking each other, our tongues colliding. His cum dribbling between us. I
opened my eyes, mid kiss, to find him looking at my face. He stopped kissing
me, putting his hands on my shoulders and pushing me off the desk. He then
pushed me into the chair. He spread my legs out, and reached up, his long,
delicate fingers gracefully undoing my button.

I reached up to stop him, "Don't. I haven't had a shower. You don't have
to..."

"It's okay. I like it a little dirty." he said, smiling, reaching into my
pants to pull my cock out.

He began putting little kisses on the head,  and licking the little droplet
that had formed on the head off. On his knees, his little ass moving
slightly with his motion, he looked so perfect. His eyes were on me the
whole time. His hand came up and wrapped around my shaft, and then, looking
at me, he paused. Then swallowed my whole cock in one motion. My legs
jumped, it was so powerful and good. And again and again, making these
little moaning noises, as though my cock were the best meal he'd ever had. I
was lost in ecstacy. Then he grabbed my hands and put them on the sides of
his head.

Then he grabbed my hands with his hands and began to move his own head up
and down. I quickly got the picture. I put force into my grip. I began to
pull his mouth onto my cock and push it off. He wanted me to fuck his face,
so I was. I was worried about going too fast, but he was still moaning and
moving his tongue over my dick.  His hands were on my balls, caressing them
so softly that barely a minute had passed, but I felt the sweet ache forming
inside me.

"Josh, I'm gonna..."

And just the act of saying his name finished it. Without even realizing it,
I pulled his head all the way down onto my cock and shot load after load
into his mouth. His eyes closed and his breathing got loud, which just
excited me more. He was holding my cock with both his hands, and I just kept
cumming.

When I was done, I relaxed, and let go of his head. He slowly pulled his
mouth off of me, licking the head as I had done for him, then looked at me.
His fingers still touching the head of my cock lightly, rubbing it, he
smiled.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"It's okay, " He said, " I don't mind it if you get forceful." His shirt was
still on. A little gray t-shirt that had the name of a local college on it.

"Where'd you get that?" I asked, suddenly curious.

His smile faltered a bit, "Oh. A friend."

I pulled him onto my lap, and then leaned back. He cuddled his head against
my chest, and I rubbed his back in long, slow circles.

"Better?" I asked.

He just nodded his head against me.

"Josh, what if I told you that maybe, maybe we could talk to the police?" I
said.

His head shot up, "No."

"But.."

"No. No police, Daniel."

"But why?"

"They'll split us up. They'll take Chrissy and send him somewhere and I'll
never see him again." He said. The pain that was on his face as he said that
is something that I'll never forget, to this day.

"And they'll never believe me." He said, adding it softly.

His weight against me, I felt peaceful. Finally having him back , I felt
relaxed.

"Why not?" I asked.

He stood up without saying anything, and started to look for his clothes. I
was caught up and didn't realize that he was about to walk around to the
other side of the desk.

"Why not?" I asked again.

He stopped, his chest rising and falling in a big sigh. His left arm came
around and gripped his waist.

"Because they know about me. What I do." He said

I shifted the chair up so that my feet rested firmly on the floor, "What you
do, what do you mean?"

"I'M A WHORE!, ALRIGHT?! I'm a fucking whore. I fuck for money, Daniel..."
He yelled, stepping around the desk and reachind down for his pants and
socks.

As I moved to stand, he suddenly jerked, "OW!! Oh, Fuck! Fuck!" He said,
moving off balance, and then falling on his side on the floor. It was then I
realized: the glass. He'd stepped in the glass barefooted. I buttoned my
pants swiftly as I stood and rushed around the desk. Laying on his left
side, his feet, his thin little feet were  covered in glass. There was blood
running from a number of the cuts.

I scooped him up and set him down, sitting upright on the desk. In the
closet, I pulled out the first aid kid and, opening it, pulled out the
alcohol swabs. I started removing the glass shards and wiping the cuts. His
sharp intakes of air each time I removed or swabbed were the only things
that broke his crying.

"Why?" I asked, finally.

"My father hasn't worked in a long time. He says it's because he hurt his
back." Josh replied, then made a sharp inhale through his teeth as I removed
a particularly large shard.

I stopped, "Who's idea was it for you to...to..."

"His. He said that it was the only thing I was good at, so he might as well
make some money off of it."

"Oh." Was all I could reply. I was still so in shock I couldn't think.

"What did you think I was talking about when I would say the others?" Josh
asked, his crying mostly just an occasional hitched breath.

"I just figured you'd been with other men. I didn't know..."

"That I was a fucking whore?"He asked, his voice still still and calm,
making the impact of what he was saying worse, "You don't want to love me,
anymore, do you?" He asked.

I stopped, "Josh, I love you. That means that now and for the rest of my
life, I will love you, even if you decide that you don't want to live with
me, or be with me. Always.  It means forever." I said, then went back to
cleaning his cuts. They were mostly just bloody, not really very deep.

"I want to leave that house so much, Daniel...I want to be your boy...but I
can't leave Chrissy. I can't. I can't." He said, and his crying came back
full force.

Done, now, removing glass, I pulled out the bandage and two clips. I bagan
winding the bandage around his foot tightly.

"Shh. Josh, shhh. I love you, and I'm thinking. There has to be a way...has
to. What if I can think of a way to get you and Christopher away from your
father?" I asked.

His crying slowed, again. Winding down. He reached up and wiped his eyes
with his hands, "How?"

"I don't know, yet, Joshy. But I swear to you, I'm going to figure something
out. Where is Christopher now?" I asked.

"At school."

I checked my watch. Nearly eleven thirty. I had a few hours to think of
something and get it done. But what?

He had raised his foot up and was looking at it as I put the two clamps on,
holding the bandage in place. "Where'd you learn to do that?" he asked, his
voice leveling out.

"Boy Scouts." I said, laughing a little. It had been an honor at the time,
but, like many things of childhood, the name was now silly to my ears.

"You were a Boy Scout?" He asked, running his finger over his bandage.

"Yeah. Always be prepared, you know?," I said, and laughed, "It's where I
met Mort. He was my Scoutmasters brother."

He grinned, wiping his eyes again, then turned his head a little to the
side, "So you still love me?"

I leaned in and, wrapping him in both my arms, picked him up. Holding him
against me, off the floor, I kissed him. My hand against the back of his
head, I leaned away from his kiss for a second.

"I will always love you. Nothing will ever change that." I said. I had just
a few hours to come up with a plan, but I knew, then, that no matter what, I
was not letting either of those boys go back into the house with that
bastard ever again.

"Nothing." I repeated.


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-end chapter 8-
More to come!

*questions? comments? Always welcome.