Date: Mon, 24 May 1999 23:03:43 EDT
From: Marrauder 390 <marrauder390@hotmail.com>
Subject: Wills' Story parts 8-10

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			       Will's Story

				   VIII

     The next day was Christmas Eve, and as evening drew on, I found myself
entertaining my friend Rob from the autocross club.  Rob is a cop in town,
and stopped by for a snack and a quick visit between calls.  He was once
again telling me how much fun his GTI was, and how I should really get rid
of my 2002 when he got a call on his radio.  Some drunk had decided to
violate a court order and was trying to move back into his girlfriend's
house for Christmas.  Rob was quite pissed off, as this was just one more
of many such calls that evening.  He was also more than a bit afraid
because the weather was deteriorating into a really horrendous wintry mix
of rain and slush, and while his Caprice cruiser was quite fast, it wasn't
a 4x4, even with aircraft chains.

     I was in bed a couple of hours later when my doorbell rang.  I looked
over at the clock to see that it was around midnight.  I couldn't imagine
who would call on me at such an hour, and hoped it wasn't Jacob Marley.  I
stumbled to the door, listened apprehensively for the sounds of clanking
chains, and opened it a crack to reveal a thoroughly miserable, wet and
almost frozen teenager named (you guessed it!) William.

     William was dressed in sweats that were more than a little bit too
small for him.  Any movement showed some belly or lower back.  He was
drenched from the slush outside, and his top was torn at the collar.  He
was shivering, and his skin was really pale instead of the usual golden
tan.  His teeth were chattering, and his normally deep red lips were quite
purple.  Ice had formed in his hair and in his eyebrows making him look
like an old man.  I almost started crying.

     I brought him inside, quite automatically, and before he could speak,
I told him that I'd get him a hot bath and some cocoa before we worried
about anything else.  I grabbed the Christmas blanket off the couch and
wrapped it around him as I led him to the bathroom.  He stood behind me
shivering mutely as I drew the bath and when it looked ready, he asked me
to help him get undressed an into the water.  I was treated to a full
frontal view, but what drew my attention was not his body, but how blue he
looked.  I was worried that he was going to be a very sick little boy.

     Will stayed in the water for some time, through at least 2 changes of
the bath water.  As he got warmer, he seemed to get more animated.  I
guessed that he was quite upset, so I didn't leave the room except to get
more cocoa.  Once again, Will didn't seem to mind his nudity, and he kept
asking me not to leave the room, even though I was making no effort to do
so.  As Will continued to thaw out and notice his surroundings, he made no
effort to cover himself, and seemed quite oblivious to my obvious
discomfort at his nudity.  Finally, when he seemed to be in danger of
becoming a prune for life, he agreed to get out of the tub.  Leaning
heavily on my arm and shoulder, he got out, and perfectly natural, stood
still while I wrapped him in a towel.

     Will dried off in silence, his only words being 'Please don't go' when
I attempted to give him some privacy.  When he was done, Will walked out of
the bathroom, ignoring the dry sweats that I had put out for him.  He asked
for a blanket and wrapped up in that instead, discarding the damp towel
that I had wrapped him up with after the bath.  We moved into my TV room
and after stoking the fire, I sat down on the couch, knowing that Will
would sit next to me.  I was not disappointed.

     I could barely see any boy at all under the blanket.  A pair of cute
deep green eyes peered out, kind of like a Jawa from Star Wars, only Jawas
don't look this sad.  Over the eyes, his ever so touchable eyebrows peeked
out as well, showing just a glimpse of his slightly heavy forehead.  His
round little nose was the lowest feature visible, and everything save a
couple of toes was covered in the red flannel blanket.  We sat in silence
as my grandfather clock ticked off the minutes, some part of me still
expecting the boy to tell me that he was a Christmas ghost.  After spending
some time staring at the fire, I got up the courage and asked Will what had
happened.


				    IX

     It turns out that Rob must have been going to Will's house.  What I
had heard on the radio meshed perfectly with what Will was telling me.  His
step dad had come back to the house, drunk, and had tried to bluster his
way in.  When that didn't work, Vinnie had tried to force his way in.
Will's sweatshirt had gotten ripped in the struggle, and Vinnie had slugged
him a couple of times for blocking the door.  This must have been when
Will's grandmother called the police.  Finally, realizing how dangerous his
step dad was for him at the moment and rightly fearing for his life, Will
ran off.  Shoeless, dressed in only his sleeping sweats, Will had run off
into the cold, wet, slushy night shortly before the police arrived.

     Will stumbled around for over an hour, hoping to get one of the
neighborhood kids to take him in.  Unfortunately, this being Christmas Eve,
and rather sloppy weather wise, none of his friends were out.  Furthermore,
Will was afraid of the kinds of questions his friends' parents would ask
when they saw how he was dressed, so he was afraid to knock on any doors.
He was really going out of his mind with anxiety when he happened to see my
Ram Charger parked in a driveway.  Will knew my truck from school, and once
he had seen that it was indeed my truck, he went to the house and rang the
bell.

     I didn't know what to do about Will's story.  I was scared and angry
and feeling completely powerless.  I could only think of one thing to do,
so with his permission, I left the room and called the police.
Fortunately, the cop who answered the phone was another one of my autocross
buddies.  I told him that I had a problem, and asked him to have Rob call
me as soon as he could, 'quietly'.  This was their way of saying to call me
from a non-taped line.  After promising the cop on the phone that he'd
eventually get the whole story, and that I wasn't in any danger, I hung up
and waited.

     A little while went by, during which time I turned up the heat in the
house for Will and got some chicken soup ready to make, in case he needed
it.  When Rob finally called, I told him what was going on.  He seemed
intrigued that there was another boy involved, because Will's mother never
mentioned him.  She did demand that she be taken to a shelter with her two
preteen boys, but she never mentioned an older boy who was missing.  Rob
had guessed correctly that there was one in the picture after seeing Will's
room, but hadn't been able to press Will's mom about this.  Rob was peeved
at the mom to say the least, and promised to investigate further.  I hung
up the phone and paused to think for a moment when it started ringing
again.

     Rob needed to know if Will could stay with me.  Ours is a small town,
with a small town mentality.  His sergeant wanted him to solve the mystery
of Will's mother's strange behavior before calling in Child Protective
Services.  They were quite eager to believe that she had forgotten about
her oldest boy in her shock.  Quite naturally, they were also eager to
avoid all the messy paperwork that would arise should Will have to be moved
to a shelter, and were looking to circumvent this by imposing upon me.
Also, they figured that since I was a teacher who knew the boy, didn't that
make me a good person to watch over him until the problem was resolved?
Besides, Rob added, being in a group home on Christmas Day would be far
worse an ordeal than the boy had already endured.


				     X

     Some logic you can't argue with, and so I agreed to watch Will for the
night.  I walked back into the TV room intending to share this news with
Will, but the sight that greeted me stopped me in my tracks.  Sprawled
across the couch, quite naked, the red flannel blanket on the floor, was my
little friend Will.  I guess the combination of shock, stress, and the
really warm house had put him to sleep, which is not surprising considering
the circumstances.

     Up to that moment, I had never considered using words like 'sweet' and
'beautiful' to describe another male, but looking at the 13 year old boy
sprawled across my couch on his back, they came rushing unbidden into my
thoughts.  One of his hands was curled up resting on the center of his
chest, and the other was next to his head.  His pale blonde hair had dried
and fallen back into its bowl cut, seemingly without a hair out of place.
His eyelids looked so impossibly delicate as they covered his green eyes;
his pouty lips seemed intoxicatingly beautiful and his round little chin
begged to be touched.  His dusky golden tan skin stretched tightly across
his chest, from his protruding collarbones, across barely perceptible
pectorals, down and though a tight little belly and onward to the point
where his legs met.  His penis rested at this spot, looking small and cute,
with his tiny balls spread out below it.  I couldn't believe that I was
looking at a penis and finding it cute!!  My eyes traveled onward to his
legs, which were not yet muscular, but looked lithe and powerful in their
smoothness.  The little toes at the ends of his feet like perfect little
toys.  I could see no blemish or mark on him to detract from the aura of
perfection that surrounded him.

	I moved closer to study this magnificent work of art that lay on my
couch.  I was powerless to stop myself, the whole while telling myself how
wrong it was.  I studied his face for a long while, taking in each line and
curve, marveling at the deep redness and curves of his lips, tracing the
many curves of his nose with my eyes.  I longed to touch, but my mind was
screaming how wrong this was!  I was entranced by the patterns of veins on
his delicate eyelids, and stared fascinated as the eyes danced below them.
What was this beautiful creature dreaming of?  I studied his beautiful
eyebrows and his almost-too-heavy forehead, caught in a spell by the way
that the light from the fire danced in his hair and on his skin.

	Finally, my gaze wandered downward.  I was enthralled by the place
where his neck met his shoulders.  I could not fathom a more beautiful spot
on any human, regardless of gender.  The sweep of his traps downward
towards the knobs at the top of his arms was beauty like none I had ever
seen.  His arms, although sleek and hairless, seemed powerful yet delicate,
as if carved by an ancient Greek sculptor.  When my eyes resumed their trip
again, they found the pronounced cleft that ran between his tiny pectoral
muscles and down his abdomen.  I gazed raptly at his tiny little nipples
and watched the rise and fall of his chest as he slept.  I memorized each
and every curve of his ribs as they made their way from his back to this
sternum.  This body was truly a work of art in the purest sense, so
exquisitely sleek and radiant.  The boy's innie belly button held my
attention as it gently rose and fell with each breath, nestled among a set
of pronounced, yet boyishly undeveloped abs.  How I longed to give him a
raspberry and see him jump!

	Finally, as I followed the curves of his lower abdomen past the
dancing blue veins where his legs met his body, my study led to the boy's
penis.  What a beautiful organ it was.  I had never studied my own or
anyone else's when I was younger, and as I contemplated Will's, I wondered
why I hadn't.  Will's circumcised little penis was so achingly beautiful.
It was not terribly developed for a 13 year old boy, being almost
completely hairless and only about 2 inches long.  Its satin softness
accentuated by a delicate sheen of perspiration.  At the top of his penis,
a plump mushroom - shaped glans looked so right on top of a firm, short,
satin shaft.  The circumcision line on his penis was definitely not too
neat, and I could see a slight step as the shaft continued down towards his
body.  The work of a sloppy, greedy, uncaring doctor, it somehow seemed so
right as I deliberated over it.  His tiny dime sized testicles were
definitely in residence in his small hairless scrotum as it glistened under
a light sheen of sweat.  I stopped to pore over the delicate maroon and
purple webbing of veins visible just below the surface of this scrotum,
completely taken by its beauty and delicateness.  The only concession to
puberty evident was the few wispy strands of downy blond hair at the base
of his penis, where it met his body.  Both the boy's tiny little penis and
little scrotum were the same dusky tan color as the rest of him, save for a
slight redness on the head of his penis, and a decided purplishness around
its rim.  I was drawn closer by its beauty, and by the slight intoxicating
musky odor that emanated from this area of the boy.

	Closer and closer I drew, helpless to stop myself, stopping less
than six inches from the little organ.  If I had been enthralled by the
beauty of the boy as he slept, then I was being enchanted by his penis.  It
seemed so perfect as it sat there glistening in the firelight under a light
sheen of sweat.  At this distance, my breath was playing upon the organ and
I gazed intently as each breath of mine caused the downy blond pubic hairs
to shiver and dance.  I don't know how long this continued before a sleepy
voice giggled "Hey, that tickles!"

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