Date: Thu, 29 Apr 1999 12:57:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Cory DePalma <cory1040@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Tigerboy's Boy" (Man/Boy)

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			      TIGERBOY'S  BOY
			      By Cory DePalma

   Copyright 1999 by Corrado Vincenzo DePalma, Jr. - All Rights Reserved

Please note: The author retains all rights to this story.  You cannot
distribute this story, put it on another web site and/or display this story
without the written consent and permission of the author.


Note: This story has previous appeared as a nine parter called "An Old
Story".  I've rewritten parts of it and combined all nine parts into one.


				  Part 1

"Do you remember where you are?" I asked the young boy in my bed.

"I'm in a motel room, that's where," he answered.  "You got candy or
anything?"

"Sure, I've got some M&Ms, Snickers and Baby Ruth."  I handed him the bag
of goodies.

He was right.  We were in a motel room in suburban New Jersey - well,
actually it was suburban Philadelphia, if you want the truth.  It was a
warm Saturday evening in spring and I just couldn't face another night
alone in my room.  I'm a junior at a very prestigious college in New
Jersey; my family lives in St. Louis.  I knew at an early age that I was
gay or bi; I knew I could not go to college in the mid-west because I
needed more freedom both academically and sexually.

So I was in this motel and the air-conditioner was humming away and the TV
was blaring (MTV or some other shit cable channel was on) and Freddie (as
he called himself) was stretched out with me on the bed.  He was eating
from a big bag of M&Ms.  We were naked; we just had some good sex together.
I thought it was pretty good and Freddie seemed to like it, so we were just
relaxing.  Until we were ready to start again, that is.

I met Freddie about three hours before in one of the many suburban malls
that litters this god- forsaken state.  New Jersey has to be a mall lover's
heaven along with being a driver's nightmare.  There are so many malls and
so few ways to get to them.  Traffic is truly awful and the current witch
occupying the governor's house has done nothing to help the problem.  The
state is slowly strangling itself with the traffic and the help of an upper
class, rich bitch whose occupation is gentlewoman farmer.  Ha!

Anyway, getting back to Freddie and me.  He had longish blonde hair and
blue eyes and was a really cute little kid.  Our first sex together was
slow and more rewarding than I thought it was going to be.

After I met Freddie and he decided to come with me, we stopped first for
something to eat.  Boy!  Could Freddie eat!  I wondered when was the last
time he ate and where.  He said he was eleven, but he looked younger to me,
more like nine or ten, but maybe he was just small because he didn't eat
regularly.  He also didn't shower regularly either.  He had a distinct odor
and it was more than just simply sweat building up for a day or two.  It
smelled like boy sweat and old sex.  It had to be a week's worth or maybe
more.  So I asked him to take a shower before we did anything together.  I
told him to do a good and thorough job - all parts - and do it twice.

He walked out of the bathroom completely naked and hopped onto the bed.
His hair was still damp but otherwise he was fine.  He had a very small
package.  His dick was uncut and looked way less than one inch long soft.
His ball sack looked like half a walnut shell pasted onto his body; it was
dark in color and I couldn't see any balls at all.

He looked at me with lust in his eyes and I knew I was ready.  He started
to rub my chest through my shirt and it felt very good.  He did it slowly,
moving his hands over my nipples at just the right speed.  I thought to
myself that this kid has had plenty of experience.  He started to move his
hands up under my shirt and up my chest.  He tweaked both my nipples at the
same time and I started to moan from his attention.

I pulled my tee shirt off and he smiled broadly at me.  I'm rather hairless
and in good physical shape.  My chest is completely hairless except for a
thin lead from my navel to my crotch.  He began moving his small, warm
hands all over my chest and it felt just awesome.

"Why dontcha stretch out, that way I can take care of you good."

I did.  I stretched out and he began tweaking my nipples again and rubbing
by chest and arms.  It felt truly awesome.  He lowered his head and began
mauling at my nipples and rolling his tongue all over them and biting them
with his teeth.

"How about spreading your arms outta bit."

I was game.  I didn't know why he wanted my arms out but I did it.  And
then I found out why!  He started shoving his tongue right up into my right
armpit!  I'd never had anyone do that to me before.  I don't much hair in
my pits, just a trace, but he was really washing them down good!  My butt
started bouncing around the bed and my feet were in the air.  This was
great; this little kid was taking care of me the way no person, man or
woman or child had ever done before.

"You've got a great bod, man.  You an athlete?" he asked.

"Uh, yes," I panted out.  "Swimmer and runner."

"That's super.  It shows.  I love your bod."  He ran his warm hands over my
biceps and pecs and down my abs.  "Wish I have one like `em when I get
big."

This made me very hot.  I love when people compliment my body, especially
another male.  Ever since I was a little kid, I could stand in front of a
mirror and look at myself all the time.  I like other guy's bods and some
girls, too, but it's my body that I love the most.  Now having this little
kid tell me that I have a beautiful body made me very, very hot indeed.

He undid the belt on my jeans and pulled them off after I kicked off my
sneaks.  "Lookie, I love your boxers, man.  They're so-o-o-o-o-o cool!"

"They're my school colors," I croaked out.

"They're so great what with `em little animals on `em."

"They're tigers."

"Cool!  Really cool!  Maybe I'll call you Tigerboy?"

"If you want."

He returned to licking my pits and again I was on quite a high.  He began
to lick down my neck until he was at one of my nipple.  He nursed at that
nipple like he was eating lunch while he was pinching the other one with
his fingers.  I was bouncing around pretty good by now and my cock was
sticking out the slit in my boxers.

"You're leaking a lotta precum," he said lifting his head from the nipple.

"Thanks.  I always leak a lot when I get aroused."

"You got a pretty dick, too, Tigerboy.  It ain't that big, but it's really
pretty."

"Thanks again.  I know I don't have the biggest cock but I like it."

"I like it too.  I'm gonna do great things with that pretty dick."

All I did was pant a bit more and thrash around even more.  Freddie
slobbered down my chest - god, did this kid a lot of saliva or what?  He
pulled down my shorts to my knee and buried his nose in my pubic bush; I
could hear him inhaling deeply.

"You smell great.  I love the smell of a real man."

This almost drove me over the edge, him calling me a man and all.  Well, to
him I probably was a man.  He slowly moved down and started to lick up my
cock starting from the base and going all the way to the head.  He then
swirled his tongue around the head slurping up all the precum and then
taking the entire head in his hot, very wet mouth.  I knew I couldn't hold
out much longer.  It'd been days since I jacked off and I knew I was full.
I could feel my boxers around my knees.  I was thinking about how I
should've removed them and BANG!  I exploded in poor little Freddie's
mouth.  He took everything I had like a real champ.  I was bucking and
fucking his mouth good and he just swallowed and swallowed and continued to
suck and suck and it felt so spectacular and draining and remarkable.

And now we were beginning the second round for the night.  I put my hand
over his little package and began moving it around slowly.  It felt so
great!


				  Part 2

Freddie was squirming and breathing hard as I moved my hand all over his
little dick and balls.  His dick had gotten a little bigger now that he was
aroused but it was still quite small.  It was a cute little dick but rather
small.  His ball sac was very small and I could just about feel the jelly
beans size testicles inside that wrinkled little bag.

Freddie smelled real nice and fresh after his shower.  I looked him over
again.  He was so very cute spread out on the bed.  He was a really
handsome little kid, but I still didn't believe that he was eleven.  His
hair was that beautiful shade of blonde that could be described as a light
yellow.  His eyes were very large and a magnificent sky blue.  He had very
full lips and they looked so fucking kissable.  I couldn't believe such a
young kid could have such incredible lips.  His smooth, undeveloped and
unmuscled arms and legs drove me crazy with lust.  I just love boy's arms
and legs - they invite petting and slow, soothing rubbing.  They are so
delightful to kiss and lick.

He had his eyes opened and was watching my face closely."I got a really
small dick and balls, ain't I?" he asked with a catch in his throat.  "I
hate `em!"

"They're nice, Freddie.  They're really very nice.  They're fine.  Yeah,
they're a bit small but they'll get larger as you get older."

"Do you like `em?"

"Yes, Freddie, I like them.  I like them very much.  I like playing with
them as I am right now."

"I like the way you're playing with `em, too, Tigerboy You make me feel
real good.  And you're a very nice guy; you're very kind to me.  I know
you'll treat me nice.  You already have."

"Thanks, I try to be a nice person, Freddie."  I put the palm of one hand
on Freddie thin chest and slowly rubbed it.  It was very bony - I could
feel and see every rib clearly.

His nipples became erect as I continued to rub them and they felt really
nice under my hand.  His little dick began to get erect again and it looked
so cute.  It was twitching and his little ball sack just seemed to
disappear when his dick became erect.  It looked so funny - his dark ball
bag merged completely into his dick and became nothing more than a dark
base to his dick.

I looked into his eyes, which were looking directly at mine.  I got the
shock of my young life as I continued to look into those very beautiful
eyes.  After I got passed the dark circles around those big blue eyes I
thought I saw fear and terror staring back at me.  Why would this obvious
hustler of a kid be so fearful?  What did he have to be afraid of?  Why was
he afraid of me, of all people?

"What's the matter, Freddie?" I asked as soothingly as I could.

"N-n-n-nothing," he stammered in response.

"Yes there is.  Something is wrong, I know. I can see it.  Won't you tell
me?"

"Nothing is wrong!" he insisted.  "Anyway, I can't tell you," he added in a
soft voice.

"Okay, that's fine with me.  You don't have to tell me if you don't want
to.  But if you do decide to tell me, please know that I will understand
you.  Okay?"

He just nodded his head and tried to give me a smile.  He looked so fucking
cute and so fucking hot that I immediately returned to making love to his
body.  My own body was fully aroused again and I knew that after I took
care of Freddie, he would have to take care of me again.

I ran my hands over his chest again feeling his little nipples.  I pinched
them gently between my fingers and Freddie wriggled a bit from my attention
to his tits.

I lowered my head so that I could get to his armpits.  I never licked or
sucked a guy's pits before but since Freddie did it to me I thought it only
fair to do it to him.  I licked at his very smooth armpit and I found it to
be truly wonderful.  It was warm and a little wet and it provided a very
sensuous and stimulating feel on my tongue.  I loved the incredible
smoothness of it and I loved the taste of it.  Freddie seemed to love it
too judging from his movements.

As I worked my way down his chest he began to moan and breath hard.  His
chest was heaving and the rise and fall of it made an interesting sight as
his ribs appeared and disappeared.  Freddie was really into the scene when
I arrived at his erect little dick.  Before I made love to his dick I wet
my index finger in my mouth and moved it to the cleft in butt.  I slowly
moved the finger over his tiny pucker and Freddie jumped a few inches off
the bed.  I laughed to myself at this kid's reaction to my touching his ass
hole.  He must've had some guy's finger up his ass before so it shouldn't
have been anything new to him.  Why did he jump so much?

While I continued to softly ease up his ass hole muscle, I put my face down
to his straining little dick.  It was still pretty tiny even when it was
erect and as I slipped it into my mouth, Freddie gave out a sort of high
pitched whine.  I was worried that I'd hurt him but the smile on his face
told me that wasn't so.  His thin little dick barely filled half of my
mouth but it was comforting to have a little kid's dick in my mouth again.
And Freddie's dick was so soft on the surface and so hard beneath.  It was
really delectable and I was so terribly happy.

When my lips reached his smooth little mound, I realized that I had his
whole package in my mouth and still had plenty of room left.  I moved my
finger all around his pucker and pushed it very slightly into his hot
little boy compartment.  I began to really wash his beautiful, small boy
equipment with my tongue and mouth.  Freddie was moaning rather loudly and
wiggling around the bed.  His little dick started to get harder and harder
and even seemed to grow a bit as I continued my mouth work.

He began to breathe very heavily and I noticed a wheezing sound coming from
his chest.  With what I can only describe as a convulsion, Freddie had his
orgasm.  I'd never seen so much movement and noise associated with a dry
come before.  It was amazing!  This kid was all over the place and I had
trouble keeping his undersized package in my mouth and my finger in his ass
hole.  I kept sucking on him until he calmed down, which took about three
minutes.

I picked my head up and looked at him, expecting to see a smile on his face
after such a huge orgasm.  But he was not smiling; he was actually crying.

I immediately put my face near his.  "You want to tell me what's wrong,
honey?" I asked in a soothing voice with a slight smile on my face.  He
looked at me; that fear had returned to his eyes.  "Please tell me what's
the matter, Freddie.  Maybe I can help.  Please, won't you tell me?"

This time he nodded his head.  "Can I sit on your lap?" he asked.

"Absolutely!"

I pulled him onto my lap.  Remember, we were both naked, sitting on a
messed up bed in a motel room.  He rested his head against my chest and
didn't look at me.

"I'm crying `cause I gotta go now."

"I don't understand you."

"I gotta leave now.  I know I gotta leave now!" he insisted.

"I still don't understand you Freddie.  I'm confused."  I really was
confused.

"I know I gotta leave you after you blow me!" I insisted.  "I know I can't
stay here with you."

"Why can't you stay here with me?"

"'Cause that's the way it's done.  And I like you, I like you very much."
He started to cry again.

What the fuck was I going to do?  I'm a college guy, for Christ's sake!
What do I know about kids and crying?  He obviously thought that I was
going to throw him out after our session - throw him back on the streets,
or wherever it was he came from.  Poor fucking kid!

"Freddie, listen to me."  Then I noticed something I hadn't seen before.
Scratches - this kid had scratches on his back.  I moved one hand over them
gently and Freddie winced slightly.  "Freddie, where are these scratches
from?"

He shook his head violently as he continued to cry.  Shit!  How do I get
myself into these fucking situations?  Obviously this was an abused child -
and I was sure he was abused both physically and mentally.

So I did what I had to do with Freddie - I continued to hold him and just
let him cry himself out.  It wasn't that easy.  I really didn't have the
patience to mother or coddle a kid, especially one I really don't know well
at all.  Shit, the only thing we really knew about each other was how big
the other's dick was in our mouths.  That's not what I call a relationship
or the foundation of one.


				  Part 3

How the fuck do I get myself into these predicaments? Here I am sitting in
this motel room with Freddie on my lap and he's crying up a storm.  God! Is
he crying!  All I can do for him is to slowly rub his back and kiss his
forehead lightly and say nice things into his ear.  So many nice, cute
little boys at the mall tonight and I have to go ahead and pick the head
case and the kid with so many problems.  Well, I'm sure all kids have lots
of problem.  And he was really the cutest of all the boys there; I'm
partial to blondes.

I have to admit, though, that I thoroughly enjoyed the sex I had so far
with Freddie.  He was experienced in the ways of male sex and we had a good
time.  Except, of course, for that look of terror and fear in his eyes when
I began to blow him.  Yeah, that had confused the shit out of me for a
while until he told me that he thought I was going to throw him out on the
street again when we had finished.  And at night, too.  I wasn't going to
throw him out until the next morning after a morning session of hot boy
sex.  And I wasn't going to throw him out at all; I was going to drive him
back to the mall where we met and leave him off.

Jeez!  Really!  What the fuck was I going to do with him?  Keep him?  In my
dorm room?  I wonder what my dorm mates would think of that.  I mean, he's
nice enough kid and it's terrible that he was abused by someone.  But,
really, what the fuck was I going to do with him after we finished up with
the sex?

Freddie just kept crying and crying.  How many fucking tears did this kid
have in him?  Finally, finally he starts to slow down.  He picked his head
up and looked at me.  His eyes were all red and his face was all wet, not
to mention my chest and legs and arms and crotch.  It looked like I had
just showered.

"I'm sorry.  I'm so sorry," he said in low, cracking voice.

"That's okay, Freddie.  I realize things must be difficult for you."

"Yeah, they are.  Things are very bad."  He paused and looked at me with
those big, red, wet blue eyes.  "I have nowhere to go," he blurted out and
began to cry all over again.  Shit!  There go the gushers again!

"Whoa!" I said to myself.  "This little kid is in some real bad shit and
you only think of yourself and how you feel!  Feel for him for a bit,
fuckhead!"

I thought that I'd bribe him to try to stop the crying.  "Freddie, how'd
you like to go out with me and get something to eat?  Huh?  There's a diner
just next door and they're open all night.  How about it?"

He nodded his head while continuing to cry.  "C'mon, Freddie.  We can't go
over to the diner with you crying like this.  You hafta stop crying first.
Okay, sweetheart?"

He nodded again and this time he made a sincere effort to stop his crying.
He was whimpering a bit as he got dressed.  Every time he looked at me I
smiled reassuringly back at him.  He tried to smile through his tears but
it was difficult for him.

When we got to the diner we seated ourselves in a booth; I gave Freddie one
of the menus to look at.  He started choking up again.  "Freddie, you have
to get yourself under control.  You can't keep crying like this specially
in a public place like this."

He nodded vigorously and tried to control the crying.  "I can't read," he
said in low, whispered, choked tones.

Christ!  This kid is abused, he's a mall whore, he's homeless and he's
illiterate.  Was there anything else?  I was sure there was, because
troubles seem to flock to these types of kids.  "That's okay, sweetheart.
Tell me what do you want?"

He told me and I ordered for us.  He again ate voraciously, inhaling the
food so quickly that it was almost impossible to make a positive
identification of what was on the plates.

When I was sure he was filled up we walked back to the motel.  He walked
close to me and put his little arm around my waist.  I smiled at him and he
smiled back.  It was nice to see him seem happy.  It was difficult walking
this way because he was so much shorter than I was but I didn't complain
because it was a short walk and I didn't want to hurt his feelings and get
him upset again.  As I've said before, he was a very cute kid and I was
getting very fond of him.  And I really loved the fact that he liked me
enough to embrace me this way.

When we got back to the motel room again, Freddie immediately took off all
his clothes and lay down on the bed again.

"C'mon!  Take off your clothes, Tigerboy," he said to me in a very
seductive voice.  "I want you to make love to me again."  That was all I
needed to hear!  I was immediately hard.  I just adored his beautiful body
and cute little package.  "Woodja like to, you know, like to fuck me?  I
like it when good looking guys like you fuck me."

This really got my blood boiling.  I was so incredibly hot I could barely
contain myself.  Would I like to fuck his incredibly hot little ass?  Would
I?  The way I ripped my clothes off and hopped into bed with Freddie
must've given him his answer immediately.

He snuggled close to me and I just loved the feel of his warm body against
mine.  I rubbed my hands very lightly all over him, including the scratches
and scars on his back.  Poor little kid.  Poor little fucker.  I'm sure
everybody took great pleasure in telling him that he's a whore, an
illiterate and a throwaway kid.  I felt really sorry for him, but right now
I was going to fuck his little ass without hesitation.  Freddie was mine
and I was going to make the most of the situation - and him!

I started to rub him a little harder and his breathing became louder.  I
could hear that wheezing coming from his chest again but our mutual moaning
was louder.  I licked all over his beautiful face, including his ears and
eyes before I started kissing his lips passionately.  Freddie loved it and
opened his mouth willingly again.  I moved my tongue all over, stroking his
tongue and teeth, and caressing the sides of his mouth.  He tasted like
some of the food he had just eaten.

My hands, meanwhile, were moving all over his bony chest, flicking and
pinching his pale little nipples and caressing his armpits.  I wanted to
move my tongue all over this boy's body - and that's exactly what I did.  I
bit his nipples lightly and this really made him squirm around.  I licked
all the way down to his cute "outie" navel.  I licked at that delicious
crease between his legs and his package and got a wonderfully acute taste
of this boy.  He was coated with my saliva and I tasted of Freddie.

He was so delicious looking and so hot that I couldn't wait any longer to
take him.  I moved my mouth and tongue to his gorgeous little boy package
and quickly sucked the whole thing into my mouth.  I wet one of my fingers
and gently began to stroke his little boy pucker.  This really sent Freddie
into fits of moaning and thrashing about.  He seemed to love even the
slightest movement of my finger in his hot little cavity.  And I loved
doing it to him.  Freddie was such a willing partner.

I moved so that I was now between his legs; I still had his hot little boy
stuff in my mouth and I was putting maximum suction of his undersized
equipment.  I just adored the feel of his little dick and balls in my
mouth; they felt so fucking comfortable and tasted so great.  As my licking
and sucking at a furious pace continued Freddie had another dry orgasm and
he was bucking and bouncing his little body all over the bed.  I just loved
the way his little ass would come off the bed and his hips thrust up and
down at such a furious pace.  It was delightful to see the kid forgetting
all his problems and enjoying the passion of the moment.

When I finally released him from my mouth I smiled at him and he smiled
back.  I reached for my pants that were and took out a condom and a tube of
gel.


				  Part 4

Freddie seemed to be quite ready for me to fuck his little ass and I was
sure as hell ready to do it.  And Freddie's ass seemed to be very small; I
was confident, however, that Freddie had had anal sex before, so I was not
that I would hurt him or cause him a lot of pain.  He looked so eager and
so very willing and he was actually smiling and I did not see any fear in
his eyes at all, which made me feel real good.  It meant the kid trusted me
- at least he trusted me a little and at least for now.

I kissed his warm luscious lips again as I maneuvered my finger near his
little pucker.  I touched the soft, rubbery skin of his anal muscle.  I
moved so that I could look at it closely.  It was so cute, if such a thing
as an ass hole muscle can be cute.  Feddie's was definitely cute.  I know I
had to taste it before I fucked it.

I moved my face so that my nose was between Freddie's ass cheeks.  He
smelled good - like young boy, my favorite fragrance.  I put out my tongue
and lightly licked his pucker.  Freddie reaction was immediate - he
starting bobbing up and down on the bed and he grabbed hold of his hard
little boy dick and started pumping it.  I licked harder and Freddie pumped
harder.  I pushed my tongue into his hot little chute and began to tongue
fuck Freddie's little ass for all it was worth.  Freddie moaned and pumped
and pumped and screamed as he reached still another dry orgasm.  His ass
muscle was really clamping down on my tongue. Freddie had one powerful
fucking ass hole and my tongue knew it had been somewhere when it was over.

I opened the tube of lubricant and put a gob on my index finger and began
to soothingly rub in across that tight little muscle, slowly and steadily
pushing just a bit of my finger into Freddie's really hot little chamber.
He was very tight, so I lubed my finger up again and repeated the process.
Freddie was grunting and moaning and wiggling his little ass and hips.  His
face still had a relatively calm look and he seemed to be in no pain, which
was great.

I continued to rub and massage his little pucker with one finger for about
five minutes, while Freddie continued to make little noises and continued
to encourage me.  I started to use two fingers, and had a bit of difficulty
at first getting them into Freddie's hot little cavity.  But persistence
paid off and soon I had those two fingers completely embedded in the kid.

It was now time for three, I figured, and as I lubed up three fingers,
Freddie asked, "Are you gonna put three inside of me?"

"Yes, sweetheart.  Do you mind?"

"Oh no!  I like the feel of your fingers in my hole.  I think I never felt
better in my whole life."

"Thanks, love.  I know it feels great to me too."  I gave him a big smiled
and lubed up.  While I slowly worked the three fingers into his hot little
hole Freddie was making the most godawful sounds I had ever heard.  "Are
you okay, Freddie?" I asked with concern in my voice.

"Yeah, yeah!" he panted.  "It just feels so fucking good!"

"Those sounds you're making sound like you're dying, sweetie."

"I'm sorry, but I make those sounds when I'm happy.  People tell me that
it's like strangling a rat."

"I'll try to forget you ever told me that, honey," and I smiled at him and
gave him a big wet kiss on his dick.  He giggled between his moan and
whatever they are.  When I felt that he was comfortable with my three
fingers in his hole, I ripped opened the condom and rolled it on my cock.
Now I don't have the biggest cock in the world and I don't go around
bragging about my size or anything.  However, I think I have a nice looking
dick of about average size and thickness.  Well, maybe it's a little
thinner and maybe just a touch smaller than average.  I feel that's it's a
real great size for fucking a little boy's ass.

I lubed myself up and positioned myself between Freddie's legs.  I looked
at his legs closely; they seemed so scrawny.  His thighs were barely
thicker than the calves.  Freddie's legs had that wonderful little boy
shape - unmuscled, sleek and almost hairless.  But they seemed too thin for
a boy of nine, which is what I believed Freddie to be.

I caressed Freddie's thin legs, rubbing the sparse blonde hairs over and
over again. I also like to watch the beautiful faces of the little boys as
I fuck them, so I always have them on their backs.  They seem to like that
too.  He smiled at me and was panting quite heavily.  I looked into his
face and he was really looked content.  I put the head of my cock near his
well-lubed opening and pushed very slightly.

"That feels wonderful," he piped up, "but I think you're gonna have to push
harder."

"Thanks, Freddie," I replied through my grunting.  "I know that, I know!"

And harder I pushed.  Freddie's little hole was well lubed but very tight.
Now I knew this kid didn't have a virgin ass but it surprised me how hard I
had to force to get the head of my cock into his cavity.  I must admit that
I had to work pretty hard to get my fucking cock into Freddie's chute and I
was working up quite a sweat - frustration combined with effort.  When it
fucking finally popped in I was very relieved; Freddie let out a tremendous
"sound" as I pushed the head in - it seemed like a loud sigh combined with
a heavy pant and a bad choke.

"You okay, Freddie?" I ask a bit concerned.

"Yeah.okay.I'm okay," he whispered back.

I decided to go very slow with this young kid.  I knew that my size dong
wouldn't be hurting him all that much, but slow was better.  And that is
exactly what I did.  I very slowly pushed the full length of my cock into
Freddie's very hot, very tight little bottom.

The tightness of his channel and the heat of his body were incredible and
had an awesome effect on my body.  It felt better than anything I had ever
felt on my dick before.  It was amazing.  It was an explosive combination.
Freddie was wiggling his ass on the bed and pulsing his ass muscles and
this, in combination with my throbbing dong, was creating a sensation
throughout my body that was driving me to the brink of a very rapid orgasm.

I tried to slow things down from happening too quickly and was sort of
successful.  I thought of my high school captain-of-the-cheerleading-squad
girlfriend and that definitely put a chill on things.  So much so that
Freddie asked me if I was okay.  I laughed slightly and assured him that
everything was okay and that I wouldn't die on him.

Slowly, very slowly, I began to work my cock in and out of Freddie's
phenomenally fiery ass.  It was the greatest sensation of my young life -
it was just tremendous.

I gradually picked up the speed and was feeling better and better and
hotter and hotter.  For his part, Freddie was making those strange noises
again and moving his ass and hips all over the fucking place.  I may have
been hitting his little immature prostate - I don't know.  What I do know
was that we were taking each other for an incredible ride; it was one I
didn't want to end; I knew it was going to conclude quite explosively.

I was soaked with sweat and so was Freddie.  My eyes were shut tight as I
kept up the pumping.  Freddie was wet with my sweat and his own; I could
feel our bodies slipping and sliding as I kept pushing and thrusting my
dong into and out of Freddie's ass.

I found myself getting very close.  Freddie's body was literally hopping on
the bed.  I was getting incredibly worked up; I could never remember have
this incredible combination of wonderful, excruciating pain and fantastic
release as I finally shot my load into the condom.  I continued to thrust
and tried to drive my cock right through the top of fucking Freddie's head.
It had to be the biggest load of my life and it felt so fucking great as I
strained to get the last drop of my cum into that rubber.


				  Part 5

I collapsed on Freddie's soaked little body.  He wrapped his arms around me
and held me tight.  He began to cry and laugh simultaneously, all the while
holding on to me very tightly.  He whispered something in my ear but I was
not hearing anything at that moment.  I was still on some distant fucking
planet and my dick was circling that planet.  It didn't feel like it was
part of me; it was the most awesome feeling I ever had.  My whole body was
wracked with spasms and continuing jolts.

This had to be the most fucking fearsome experience ever!  Freddie was one
fucking great lay.  It was without a doubt the best fucking sex I ever had
in my life.  Freddie was an incredible partner and one hot little kid.  He
hugging me with all his might and kissing my shoulder and face and any
other place that he could reach.

We were both incredibly wet from sweat (and other fluids).  I picked my
head up and kissed him slowly and softly on the lips.  I then slowly pulled
my limp dick out of Freddie's hole and he gave out a great big sigh as I
did.  I sat up on my haunches and he also sat up.  He unrolled the condom
from me and tied the end.  This kid was experienced all right.  He then
proceeded to lick up the cum still clinging to my dick.  He did a very
thorough job of it.

"Want to take a shower together, Freddie?"

"Yeah, if you wanna shower with me," he answered in a low voice while
looking away from me.

"Why wouldn't I want to shower with you, sweetheart?"

"Well, you know, I'm not all that, you know, wannable."

"I don't understand what you're saying, Freddie.  What do you mean
`wannable'?"

"You know, people don't want me around them.  They usually throw me out
onto the street after we have some sex together.  They say.they say I'm
dirty and I'm scum and I'm diseased.  Some of `em don't even give me any
money for what I did for `em."  He began to cry again and soon his entire
body was wracked with sobs.  "I'm not diseased!  I'm not!" he shouted
through his sobs.

"What do you mean, honey?  I still don't understand."

"Of course you understand!" he said rather vehemently.  "My clothes stink
and so do I.  I'm not wanted by people.  Not by nice people.  Like you."
He threw his arms in the air.  "I am scum!  I been told that often enough
by enough grown ups!"  He jumped off the bed and grabbed his clothes and
before I could move or say anything he ran out the door of the room and
into the hallway.  He was completely naked and clutching his clothes.  I
threw on my shorts and ran after him.

He was halfway down the hall, dressing himself on the fly, so to speak, as
he walked quickly towards the exit.  I caught up with him and grabbed him
from behind.  I picked him up.  He was thrashing about trying to get out of
my grasp.  He was still mostly naked and looked very funny with his clothes
half on and half off.  I carried him without any problem back to our room
and closed the door.  I practically threw him on the bed.  He tried to
scramble off but I held him down.

"Lemme go!" he shouted.  "Lemme go, you motherfucker!"

My voice was firm but not loud or threatening.  "Freddie, we have to talk,
and I want to do it now!  You understand me?  And stop the cursing!"

"No!  I wanna go now you shit!" he screamed at me.

"No! I will not let you go now and I will not put up with anymore bullshit
from you!  Now calm down and we'll talk!  Do you understand me?"

He just glared at me and continued to do so until he calmed down some.
"What we gonna talk about?" he asked with a sneer.

"You!"

"Me?"

"Yes, you.  We have to talk about you, but first we have to shower.  We
both still stink from the sex.  And I want us to shower together.  Is that
understood?  We will shower together!"

Freddie just looked up at me with those enormous blue eyes and nodded his
head slightly.  I think his eyes looked so big because his face was so thin
and gaunt.

"Good!" I said as I smiled at him.  I took his small hand in mine and
gently rubbed it.  I wanted to make him feel wanted because obviously this
was not something too common in his life.  He calmed down and I think he
was starting to feel good about me, but mostly I think he began to feel
good about himself.

"Now, lets get undressed all over again and we'll take that shower
together.  Okay?"

He nodded once again and began to take off his clothes.  I took off my
shorts and took his hand and we walked into the bathroom together.  We both
peed before stepping into the shower.

Now, I like very hot showers; I find them to be both relaxing and
stimulating.  When he stepped into the enclosure, Freddie started to
scream.  "It's too hot!" he yelled.  I realized that the very hot water was
hurting the sores and scratches on his back, and I immediately turned up
the cold water.

"Is that better honey?" I ask soothingly.

He nodded and smiled up at me.  "Will you wash me, please?" he asked in a
plaintive voice.

"Sure I will, Freddie.  Sure, love.  I'd love to wash you."

"Do a very good job on me please."

"I will do the best job I know how, Freddie my love."

I wet Freddie down thoroughly including his hair.  I took some of the motel
supplied shampoo (in one of those fucking little packets) and apply it to
his hair.  I worked it up into a real good lather and gently massaged his
scalp, giving him a real good rub.

"Oh, that feels so-o-o good," Freddie said in a rather sexy voice.

"I'm glad you like it, sweetie.  I like playing with your body - all of
your body."

"You will play with all of it, won't you?" he asked in a wistful voice.

"Absolutely, my beautiful Feddie," I said very reassuringly.

After rinsing his scalp, I lathered up one of the washcloths with one of
those shitty little bars of soap they supply.  I eventually worked up a
good lather on the cloth and washed his face, ears and neck and then rinsed
them off thoroughly.  I began to wash his body, starting with his shoulders
and back.  I was very careful about washing his back because of the
numerous scratches and scars that he had.  I felt so sorry for this kid and
the bad shit he's probably gone through.

I washed his ass cheeks very thoroughly, down his legs and then I turned
him around and began to wash down his entire front.  I did a particularly
thorough job on his little genitals.  They were so cute and delicate I
couldn't get enough of them.  I just stared and stared at them.  Freddie
was sporting a boner of course and he looked so fucking adorable - all of
him looked so cute.  I dropped the cloth and washed him real good with my
hands.  I got down on my knees and continued to let my hands play strongly
all over his incredibly hot and enticing body.

I pushed a finger up his hot little chute while I actively play around his
little package with my other hand.  My soapy finger made entry into his
little ass chamber so much easier.  It was fun moving all around his little
insides and Freddie seemed to like it very much judging from all the
moaning and squirming around he was doing.

I carefully rinsed him off, even getting some of the hot water up his tight
little ass hole and rinsing it out with my finger.  I lowered my head so
that I could suck on his little package once again.  He seemed to delight
in my attention to his little boy parts.  And I just adored doing it to
him.  Every part of this boy was adorable.  When I had the whole works in
my mouth I sucked as hard as I could.  I still had my finger up his ass and
Freddie was just loving the sucking and the fucking.  He had another dry
come and his movements were really wild; I had to hold on to him so that he
would not fall over and hurt himself.

When he's opened his eyes he moved forward and kissed me hard on the lips.
I returned his passionate kiss.  Then it hit me like a ton of bricks.  I
love the little guy.  I love him very much.  I'm fucking in love with him.
He's the first little kid I ever had sex with that I had such strong
feelings for.

I used both arms and hugged him tightly to my body.  I squeezed him very
hard hoping that I was not hurting him or breaking something inside of him;
he was just so frail looking and seemed so delicate.

When we separated, he just stared at me with those big, blue eyes and I
noticed that he was crying.  With the shower on and all the tears were hard
to see, but I felt it from his body.  He was really crying - again.

I took him into my arms and tried to sooth him.  "What's wrong,
sweetheart?"

He gasped a few times, trying to get his composure.  When he was calm
enough he managed to croak out, "You're so nice to me.  You make me feel so
good.  I love you.  I love you so very much."

I was stunned shitless!  Freddie had just confessed to me that he was in
love with me, not thirty seconds after the realization hit me that I was
hopelessly in love with him!  What an incredible coincidence!

But why was he in love with me?  And why was I in love with him?  It was
all too fucking much to try to analyze while standing here in the shower
holding on to him.  This filthy mall urchin that I had picked up locally
and wanted to use and abuse for a night a hot boy sex had suddenly become
very, very important to me.

He had his arms wrapped around me and I was clinging desperately to him.  I
kissed him again to try to quiet his crying.  But still I held on to him
tightly and he clung to me.  We realized that we desperately needed each
other.


				  Part 6

I was bowled over by the fact that I was in love with this scrawny, scarred
street urchin - and that he was in love with me.  Why?  Why the fuck did I
have to fall in love with this fucking kid now?  I knew I had to get rid of
him some how, but how could I possibly do that now?  I loved him - how
could I get rid of him?  Why wasn't my fucking brain working right?  Me,
always so logical and clinical - I was known as a cold fish to my friends!
Me, from a very rich family fucking a small boy and then falling in love
with him!

Christ!  What a mess!

When we broke our clinch I looked at Freddie's wet face.  He looked
beautiful to me - as radiant as an angel and twice as gorgeous.  I pushed
his hair back and kissed him hard on the lips.

"I love you, Freddie," I heard myself saying.

He started bawling again, but now it was really in high gear!  "What's the
matter, Freddie my love?" I asked him in the most soothing tone of voice I
could manage.

He just shook his head and continued to bawl.  I held him close to me again
after I finished washing and rinsing myself (after all that was the reason
we were in the shower).  I turned off the water and grabbed a towel to
quickly dry myself off.  I took another towel, completely wrapped it around
Freddie and carried him into the room.  I sat down bare assed on the bed
and held Freddie on my lap.

I was slowly rocking him back and forth, whispering soothing words in his
ear and rubbing him gently through the towel while drying him off.  He
continued to cry and his nose was running something fierce but he put his
face into my neck and nuzzled me.  He got me all wet with tears and snot.
This was a very lovable kid who had been dealt a really shit hand.

How did I know that?  He had told me nothing about himself except his first
name.  I knew absolutely nothing about Freddie.  How did I know that he was
what I thought him to be?  The questions kept coming to my mind.  Did he
have a home?  Did he have parents?  Where did he come from?  What was he
doing slutting at the mall?  How many men and boys had he had sex with?  It
was all too much, too fucking much!

Freddie finally slowed his crying down and lifted his head away from my
neck.  I was a mess.  He was a mess.  I wiped his face and nose with part
of the towel and smiled at him.  He managed to smile back.

"I think it's time for sleep, Freddie.  We both need it.  Want to hit the
sack?"

He nodded his head and then walked over to where his clothes were piled on
a corner of the bed and picked them up.  It appeared that he was going to
get dressed.  He put on his grungy underwear.  "Got to get that stuff
washed," I thought to myself.  I still didn't understand why he was getting
dressed when I said it was ready to go to sleep.  This kid had me totally
confused.

"What's up Freddie?" I asked.

He just looked at me with the great blue eyes, then looked down at the
floor.  "I'll be going now," he said in a low and seemingly hurt voice.

"No, Freddie!  You don't have to go.  Why are you going?  What's wrong,
honey?"

"You don't want me in bed with you."  He said this as a statement of fact.
"I'd better be going."

"No!  Please Freddie, don't go!  Come into the bed with me.  Sleep with me
tonight, love."

"You really don't want me in bed with you," he repeated.  "I'll just get
going.  Okay?"

"No, it's not okay!  Please tell me why you won't come into bed with me.
Freddie." I paused to collect my thoughts.  "Freddie I want you to stay
with me.  I really do want you with me to stay and to be with me all the
time.  As I told you before, I love you kid."

Freddie ran into my arm and hugged me tightly.  I kissed him on the top of
his head and hugged him to my naked body.  I immediately started to get
hard again.  This kid was like an aphrodisiac to me.  He started to whimper
again and I could feel that he was going to cry once more.

"Freddie, please don't start crying again.  Please.  Lets talk you and me,
without all the crying this time.  Okay?"

He nodded again.  "Okay," he said in a very small voice.

"Now what's all this business of you leaving?"

He looked up at me with that beautiful face of his.  His lips were
quivering and he was fighting very hard not to cry.  "I wet the bed."  He
was barely audible but I caught every word.

"You wet the bed?"  He nodded.  "When you sleep?"  He nodded again.  "Do
you do it every night?"  He shook his head.  "Then why do you think you'll
wet it tonight?"

"It always happens after I have sex."  He was looking particularly
miserable and it was breaking my heart.  Absolutely breaking my heart.

"Freddie, sit next to me."  He did what I asked.  I put my arm around him
and squeezed him close to me.  "Freddie, remember when we were in the
shower and I told you I love you and you told me that you love me?"  He
nodded and got a small smile on his face.  "Well, it's the truth.  I do
love you and nothing you can say is going to change that.  Do you
understand?"  He nodded again and this time the smile on his face got
bigger.

He hugged me again.  "I love you too, so much, Tigerboy, `cause nobody's
treated me better'n you and I been with a lotta men and nobody's been nicer
to me than you.  You seem to really care about me and like me.  Sometimes
when I sleep with guys after we have some sex I wet the bed when I sleep
and they see it and they beat me and throw be outta the room even without
my clothes sometimes."

I slowly petted his hair and back.  "I'm sorry to hear that, Freddie; I'm
sorry that you have been treated so badly.  I'm never going to do anything
like that because we love each other and people who love each other take
good care of the other person."

Freddie moved his hand to my hard cock and gently began to stroke it.  I
started to feel absolutely wonderful.  "You really don't care that I wet
the bed?  `Cause it can be pretty awful."

"Freddie, I accept everything that you are, just as I hope you accept
everything that I am.  Okay?"

"Yeah, okay!"  He was quite but continued to play with my dick.  What an
incredible feeling he created as he slowly moved his hand over the head of
my cock, rubbing in the precum that was leaking out.  Then he looked up at
me.  "Can I give you another blow job and then can we go out to the diner
and get something to eat again?"


				  Part 7

I was in the middle of the bed and Freddie was paying incredible attention
to my raging cock.  He was working his beautiful small hot tongue all
around the head and sucking down all the precum I was pumping out.  This
kid just seemed to be unable to get enough cock - at both end!

But while Freddie was giving my cock and balls a good work over, I kept
thinking about him and his gaggle of problems.  He couldn't read, he wet
the bed, he was malnourished, he was a street kid, he was abused and he
loved me.  This last one really got to me.  He was in love with me.  And I
was in love with him!  What the fuck could I do about that?  And he
probably hasn't been to a doctor in god knows how long!  Shit!  Expenses,
expenses, expenses!

What the fuck was I worrying about money for?  It's amazing how I worry
about things that I have no business worrying about.  Money was the least
of my problems.  The number one problem right now was how big an orgasm I
was going to have because Freddie was doing things to me that I thought
were fucking impossible.  Number two was what was I going to do with him
after we checked out of this motel tomorrow morning.

But first things first.  Freddie was doing an incredibly marvelous job on
me.  His small hot tongue was finding every crevice from my waist down.  He
bathed my entire crotch area with his tongue and mouth, diving into the
crevice at the top of my thighs and sucking and nipping on my pubic hairs.
He moved between licking and sucking on my crotch area and sucking and
licking on my cock.  Back and forth, back and forth he went.  He could take
the entire length of my cock like a champ.  It just felt so fucking good
having my cock in his mouth.  I could feel that small tongue and very hot
mouth of his working and working and working the entire length.  His
attention to the head was marvelous - this kid knew what to do and did not
hesitate in doing it!  The head of my cock had never felt better in my life
and I knew it was going to fucking explode and disintegrate when Freddie
was finished with it.

He was now working on three separate areas - my cock, my crotch and my ass
hole.  Jeez, this kid was talented!  He was lapping at my ass with his hot
little tongue and it felt just marvelous; he was really slobbering it up
good with his saliva.  I could never remember being hotter than this even
though I had already come a few times tonight.

Freddie continued his great servicing of my sex areas and did it ever feel
incredible!  He returned to my cock and sucked it with more suction than he
had before.  Maybe it was because he had built up his strength with all the
food he had eaten.  I knew I did not have too much time remaining before I
would explode with another earth shatter orgasm.  I was moaning loudly and
I felt as if every cell in every muscle in my body, every neuron in my
brain, every drop of blood in my veins was directly connected to my raging
cock.

And then it happened!  An orgasm of such immense proportions that I knew, I
fucking knew, that my entire bodily strength was rushing out of my dick and
into Freddie's mouth and down his throat.  I know I screamed out at least
twice, maybe more.  My body was bouncing all over the fucking bed.  I was
amazed the Freddie still had my dick in his mouth and was sucking and
sucking.  This kid must have been a contortionist!  I then realized that
Freddie also had one of his little fingers up my ass, and was wiggling it
around.  It felt super and I'm sure it contributed to the overall great
sensation of this enormous orgasm.  I know it was just immense!  Even when
I fucked Freddie earlier that night, the sensation was not as great than as
the one I was now having.  It felt like the absolute culmination of years
of jacking off and fucking and being sucked off.  It was absolutely unreal!

When I finished the screaming and thrashing, I slowly opened my eyes and
saw Freddie still bent down over my crotch.  He picked his head up and gave
me a big smile.

"That was a big `un, huh Tigerboy?"

"Yes, Freddie," I said as soon as I found my voice.  "I think that was the
biggest of my life."

"I guess it was.  It sure felt huge to me.  I couldn't believe the amount
of cum ya pumped out.  It was a very lot and specially since ya'd cum so
many times `ready tonight."

"You do it to me, Freddie.  You're a great lover and you know exactly what
to do to get me very, very hot."

Freddie just smiled and crawled up into my arms that I was holding out wide
for him.  We kissed each other and cuddled.  I pulled the sheet up over us.
I tickled him on his body and into his armpits.  He laughed and squirmed
all over me.  It was so great to see him happy and laughing after we ha
started the night with terror in his eyes.  I kissed him all over his head
and shoulders and any part of his body I could reach.

"Can we go `n eat now?" he asked between gasps for breath.

"You want to eat again?  God, Freddie, that's all you've been doing all
night long!" I said in mock tones.

"No I ain't.  I been doin' other things to, if ya remember," he said with a
sexy leer on his face.  "And yeah, I do wanna go eat again.  Okay?"

"Okay, okay," I said with mock resignation in my voice.  "Let's get dressed
and see if the diner has any food left after your last visit."

Freddie laughed and I felt so good to see this kid happy.  He was so
adorable when he smiled and laughed that it just went straight to my heart.
I knew I was so desperately in love with him that it hurt me, it physically
hurt me.  I blew my mind when I realized how Freddie and I had come to love
each other so much.  And it hurt when I thought of what I must do tomorrow
after I checked.

When we got to the diner the waitress greeting us as old friends and we sat
in our "usual" booth.  Freddie again ordered lots of food and ate it all.
This was one very, very hungry kid; I wondered when was the last time he
had eaten so much food in such a short time.

"You're going to have trouble sleeping with all that food in your stomach,
Freddie," I said with a big smile on my face.

"Uh uh," he replied.  "I sleep better when my tummy is full than when it's
empty and grumblin'."

When we got back in the motel room, I undressed again (how many times had I
dressed and undressed tonight?) and got under the covers.  I told Freddie
to join me.

"Are you sure?" he questioned, his eyes looking at the floor.  "After what
I told ya earlier?"

"Absolutely!" I said with assurance.  "I want to sleep with you and I think
that you want to sleep with me.  Right?"

"Yeah, I wanna sleep with ya, Tigerboy."

"Okay then, come on!"

He slipped his clothes off quickly and jumped into bed with me.  I was on
my back and Freddie snuggled close up to me.  He put one hand across my
chest and threw his legs over mine.  I could feel his diminutive cock and
balls pressing against my side.  I was starting to get hot again and could
feel my cock swelling.  I looked at him closely - at that beautiful face,
with his eyelids drooping, his lips slightly parted, a small smile playing
across them.  I kissed him lightly on those luscious lips.  I shut the
lights; Freddie was almost immediately asleep.  I could hear his regular,
slow breathing and that whining sound again coming from his chest.

I lay there, staring at the ceiling and watching the pattern of the car
headlights creating various patterns through the Venetian blinds and thin
drapes.  My mind was a jumble of thoughts and ideas about Freddie and me,
and about what kind of future we could have together.  I knew what I had to
do in the morning - that I had decided earlier in the evening.  The
telephone calls would be the hardest part.  But I really needed to make
them and then run some errands.  Did I have the courage to do them all?
Would I be able to get everything that needed to be done finished in time?
Would Freddie ever forgive me for what I was about to do?


				  Part 8

I finally fell asleep even though my mind was whirling around.  I guess all
the sex Freddie and I had really tired me.  I fell into a very deep sleep,
which is my usual habit.

When I awoke, the sun was streaming through the blinds and the drapes.  I
was facing away from Freddie, on my left side.  I woke up feeling great and
completely refreshed.  I remember pleasantly the hot, hot night of untamed
boy sex we had had and what a wonderful and loving partner Freddie was.  I
figured there was enough time to have one more session before we had to
leave.  I rolled over to face Freddie.

I sat up quickly!  Fuck!  Oh, fucking shit!  He wasn't there!  Oh, God!
Oh, my God!  Freddie was gone.  His clothes were gone, his shoes were gone,
everything was gone.  Oh, shit!  My Freddie was gone!  What was I to do
now?  Oh, Freddie!  My lovely Freddie!  My poor Freddie!

I started crying.  I just sat on the edge of the bed, held my head in my
hands, and cried!  What did that stupid fucking kid do?  Did he run away?
Shit!  After all we had told each other?  That I loved him?  That he loved
me?  God, what a fucking mess!

I must have cried for about ten minutes.  I know that I was completely
wrung out after I finally slowed down and eventually stopped.  I suddenly
began looking for my wallet.  It was on the dresser.  Thank god!  I grabbed
it and began going through it.  All the cash I had with me was gone.  My
credit cards were all there as was my student ID and other important stuff.
Thank god for large favors!  I figured Freddie got about close to $100.
I'm sure he needed the money and I was going to give him some anyway, so it
was no big loss.

The telephone calls I was going to make were now out the window.  No
urgency to make them now.  I needed a shower before making any more
decisions.  I must've stayed in that shower for a good thirty minutes and
used up most of the motel's hot water.  But it did relax me and it helped
me think a bit more clearly.  I dressed quickly and checked out.

				***************************

I roamed around the mall where Freddie and I had met yesterday.  I was
looking for him in all the usual places - video arcades, toy stores, food
court.  No Freddie.  I asked some of the kids who looked familiar if they
had seen him, but they all told me they hadn't seen him since yesterday.

I needed some comforting and a shoulder to cry on.  I decided to drive to
see my brother and his family over in Bucks County.  My sister-in-law Jen
was a great listener.  Also, seeing my three little nieces always made me
feel good.  I called Julian before I left the mall.  He had his usual snide
comments to make, but he said I could come over.

All I could think about on the drive was the incredible night with Freddie
and how he must be in someone else's bed right now.  Suddenly I started
playing worse case scenarios in my mind - Freddie being raped, Freddie
being tied up and whipped until he was bloody, Freddie being forced to take
a humungous cock down his throat and choking to death.  At one point I was
getting such vivid pictures of Freddie being tortured and brutalized that I
saw his little body lying beside a highway; I had to pull off to the side
of the road for a few minutes.

When I finally got to my brother's house, my niece Wendy ran out to greet
me.  I picked her up and threw her in the air.  Her sister Patricia came
running out and I picked her up too.  I marched into the house with one
under each arm.  My brother Julian came over to greet me followed by his
wife Jenny carry their latest addition little Nicole.  I kissed Jenny and
we all walked to the back yard - except for the two girls; I was still
carrying them.

"You gonna stay for dinner?" Wendy asked of me.

"If your mommy invites me, Wendy."

"Consider yourself invited," Jen said.  "What'll it be, chicken or steak?"

"Make it a steak medium rare."

Julian walked into the house to get things ready for the barbecue.  Jenny
was still holding Nicole, who was fast asleep; the other two girls were
playing in the yard.

Jenny moved closer to me.  "What wrong?  You look like hell.  Bad weekend
at the malls?"

I just stared at her absolutely open mouthed.  "W-w-w-w-what?" I stammered
in response.

"I know all about your fondness for.uh.shall we just say under aged male
partnerships?"

"How the hell do you know?  Did my ass hole brother tell you?"

She nodded.  "Of course he did.  Julian and I have no secrets from each
other.I think.  He told me about the two of you doing it together when you
were young."

"Did he tell you about him plowing my ass all night long?"

"As a matter of fact he did.  He told me about all your adventures
together."

"Even Eagle Rock Falls?"

She nodded her head.  "And also Freedom Lake and the weekend your folks."

"Okay, okay.  So you know everything."

She looked at me with sincerity in her eyes and smiled a bit.  "Hey, it's
not really such a big deal.  Julian and I are very honest with each other.
I would like you to be that way with me too.  So, tell me, what happened
this weekend to put you in such a foul mood?"

I started to tear up and blurted out the whole thing, from meeting Freddie
in the mall to what happened when I woke up this morning.  She listened
patiently and asked a few questions during my retelling of the events.
"I'm really at a loss, Jen.  I felt I loved him and that he loved me.  I
even went so far as planning on calling Julian this morning and finding out
how I can adopt a kid.  Now everything is up in smoke."

She rubbed my shoulder gently.  "Okay, so it didn't work out.  I'm positive
you'll find someone else and be very happy.  It's time toget on with
things.  The semester is coming to a close, there are final exams, then
you'll go back to St. Louis for the summer and."

"I'm not going back this summer, Jen.  I going to stay in this area and
maybe find work in Philadelphia - something that I like doing, not farting
around in dad's office for another summer, being a glorified office boy
because I'm the son of the CEO."

"Good for you.  That's what Julian did and I'm very proud of him for doing
it."  She continued smiling at me and I began to feel a little bit better.

The evening was pleasant, the food and wine were great and I left after
tucking Wendy and Patricia into bed and reading them a story.  Jen walked
me to my car.  She gave me a kiss on the cheek.  "Take care of yourself;
and please remember that I'm always here if you need me"

I smiled at her, hopped into the ol' Honda and drove back to campus.

				****************************

The last few weeks of the semester were extremely busy, as they usually
are.  There were papers to write, exams to study for and weekends to
unwind.  I didn't bother going to any malls after that weekend with Freddie
- my heart was just not in it.

My roommates (or rather suitemates, since we shared a large living area
surrounded by small bedrooms) were great guys and very friendly.  I had
known them since my freshman year and we had become quite close.  On the
Sunday night just before final exams were to begin, I walked into the suite
returning from a heavy study session at the library.

Thom greeted me at the door.  "There's someone here to see you - in your
bedroom."

I dropped my books and slowly opened my bedroom door - and fucking near
died!  There was Freddie sitting in a chair and looking like my worst case
scenario come to life.  He was covered in blood and had multiple cuts and
bruises.  He was doubled over and looked like he was in considerable pain.
His clothes were in shreds.

He began to cry to second he saw me.  "I'm so sorry, Tigerboy," he managed
to croak out.  "I'm so sorry for this."  I picked him up and hugged him to
my body and kissed him all over his blood-covered face


				  Part 9

I was sitting next to Freddie's bed in a small suburban hospital.  I was
holding his hand and stroking it slowly.  Freddie was hooked up to multiple
monitors, was being given blood transfusions and had two IV drips going
into his small and battered body.  He was in pretty tough shape.

I immediately called my sister-in-law Jen when I first saw Freddie and his
condition.  She had done a lot of pro bono work for women and children's
shelters and knew of various out of the way hospitals and doctors who could
be very discrete.

The doctors who treated Freddie seemed very nice and tried to reassure me
that Freddie would be just fine.  His face was a mess; his eyes were
blackened and his scalp all cut up.  A few deep ones needed plenty of
stitches to close them.  He had four broken ribs and a broken wrist.  He
had internal injuries that necessitated removal of his spleen and further
re-constructive surgery - all of which was explained to me in great detail
and which I did not understand.

I was with him in the recovery room after his surgery.  Freddie was
sleeping; he wasn't in a coma, which was great news.  The doctor said he
didn't have any serious head damage although he had been bleeding very
heavily from his head.

Freddie would occasionally open his eyes and try smiling at me.  He was
obviously in a lot of pain.  I felt so sorry for him but that was tempered
by the thought of how he had run away from me at the motel.  If he had
stayed this wouldn't have happened to him.  But I couldn't hold that
against him too much.  It was probably how he always did things.

At one point he opened his eyes and started crying.  "What hurts, Freddie?"

"My dick and balls hurt a lot.  And my chest hurts too."

"Well, sweetheart, your chest hurts because you have some broken ribs which
are now taped up.  And the doctors had to do some surgery on you.  Your
dick hurts because whoever did this to you also hurt your dick and balls
bad and the doctor had to catheterize you."

"What's that?"

"They had to put a tube up your dick so that you could piss okay."

"Are my dick and balls hurt bad?" he choked out.

"The doctor says they'll be fine in a very short time."

"Really?  They're so small I don't want anything bad to happen to `em."

"I'm sure they'll be just fine, Freddie.  And they're not so small; they
are the absolutely right size for a kid like you."  I paused and looked at
him directly in the eye.  "Freddie, just how old are you?"

"I told you I was eleven, but I'm not.  I lied to you.  I'll be.I'll be ten
in two months."

Freddie started crying harder.  "Where does it hurt, baby?"

He just started to shake his head.  "It's not that!  It's I'm just a real
shit, ain't I?  I lied to you and I stole from you and I ran away and you
were so nice to me and."

"Shh, baby.  I know, I know.  You did a lot of bad things but everything is
going to be all right.  I'm here and the doctors are here and everything
will be okay."

"And then I went back with those guys and I knew this was goin' t'happen
again."

"Yes, love.  I understand.  I understand.  Freddie, how did you know where
to find me?"

"I `membered seeing your ID when I took the money from your wallet and I
`membered it when they beat me up so bad and."

"Yes, yes, sweetheart.  I promise you, things will be very good for you
from now on.  You will come and live with me and I take care of you and
you'll go to school like a kid your age is supposed to do and you'll eat
regular and do a lot of other kid things."

He started tearing up again and asked in a half whispered half choked
voice, "That mean we won't have any more, you know, sex together?"

"Do you want us to have sex together?" I whispered back.

"Oh, yes!  It was the best!  I want it very much.  You were so kind to me
and good to me and you took care of me and you asked me what I wanted and
all.  I really love you so much."

"Then we will do it again, as soon as you're strong enough.  Okay?"

He nodded.  Then he whispered, "The sex was great, wasn't it Tigerboy?"

I smiled at him again and I nodded my head vigorously.  I kissed him
lightly on the lips.  "Now go back to sleep, love.  I'll just sit here and
hold your hand if it's okay with you."

He nodded and closed his eyes.  In a few minutes he was asleep.  I just sat
there, held his hand and wondered about our future together.  If we had a
future together!  I had to admit I loved him and the sex was absolutely
fantastic - the best I'd ever experienced.  Freddie was such a loving and
willing partner - and so fucking knowledgeable in the ways of man/boy sex.
And he was also a great kid - or so I thought from knowing him for really
less than a day.

I looked at him sleeping with his little body all bandaged.  I lifted the
sheet and looked at his crotch.  It was so horribly bruised and so heavily
bandaged, with that tube coming out of the middle of the bandages.

"Oh, my little Freddie.  My lovely Freddie.  Will I really be able to have
you with me all the time?  Will Jen and Julian be able to do what I want
them to do?  Christ, I hope so!  It seems like such a long shot, though.  I
need you, Freddie, I need you so much in my life."

						Epilogue

It was now finally our moving day.  We were all packed except for a few
odds and ends; the things we would need when we get to Palo Alto,
California were loaded into the car.  The moving van had removed the other
stuff.  I was standing by the car and Freddie was sitting in the front seat
and was smiling up at me.  We were going to drive cross-country, stopping
along the way for some sightseeing and in St. Louis to see my folks.  They
already knew all about Freddie.

We lived together for one year after Freddie was released from the
hospital.  He made a slow but quite steady recovery.  He regained his
sexual ability rather quickly and we had a wonderful year of great and
fulfilling sex together.

We always slept together with Freddie usually cuddled into me and his head
on my chest.  I could feel his little dick and balls pressing into my body;
for a long time his he just could not perform.  I knew I had to let him
make a full recovery, both physically and psychologically.  He needed lots
of rest.  I did a lot of masturbating during this period and sometimes
Freddie would help me.

Our sex life was wonderful after his recovery.  Actually, he wanted to have
sex before he was fully better and I could not resist his pleas.  The first
time I was very worried about injuring him again, but when he came into the
living room of our apartment wearing nothing but a half tee shirt and
wiggling his little dick and ass at me and I just couldn't resist.  He
gently took my hand and led me into the bedroom.  He had decorated it with
flowers and candles and it was charming - like a bridal chamber.

It had been so long and I was so hungry for Freddie's really hot body.  I
played with and sucked his little package ravenously being very careful not
to hurt him in any way.  I licked his hot little boy ass with tremendous
appetite.  Freddie was like a wild animal and I wasn't much better.  It was
a fabulous night and I fucked his tight little ass with gusto and
uncontrolled passion.  It was marvelous to have my Freddie back and we
slept wonderfully afterward.

He was a good kid, not that smart but a wonderful and helpful person and
partner.  I say partner, because Freddie was not only a fabulous sex
partner but also he was a great housekeeper.  He kept our apartment so neat
and clean it was amazing.  It was neater than my parents' home, and they
had live in help.  He was also a very good cook.

Freddie had a lot of trouble with schoolwork.  He was dyslexic and had ADD;
this slowed down his progress tremendously.  But he fought hard to overcome
these problems and with the help of medication, special education classes
and therapy he managed to make good headway.

One of the last things we did before moving to California was to visit the
mall where I had first met Freddie all those months ago.  Some of the boys
recognized him and asked how he was feeling.  They had all heard about his
terrible beating.  He introduced me to them as his "Dad" and it made me
very proud.  There were a couple of new boys that Freddie didn't recognize
and he warned them about some men they might meet.  They all wished us well
in our new lives in California.

I was very upset seeing all these mall boys and wondering what would happen
to them and what would be their future.  Freddie was lucky to have escaped
this environment.

As we left the mall I carried Freddie to the car.  I was so proud of him
and his progress and accomplishments.  And I was supremely happy we were
together and we were a family, albeit a rather unconventional one.  But if
one defines a family as a loving and caring and nurturing unit, then we are
one.  And a very good one.  Aren't we?


				  The End