Date: Sun, 4 Sep 2011 04:34:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: The stranger

THE STRANGER
By AIHU FIST

-Hey, look there's that freak again, Jimmy said.

-Where? Wayne asked.

-Over there, don't you see him; he is looking at us.

The boys were in the middle of some show-off on a skating ramp, which cost
the council ten grand. It was a bleak metal colour with no graffiti or tags
on it. But the middle-class spoiled little brats didn't have the least of
interest in being creative themselves, except of course on the skateboard.

-It's the cowboy from last year, I recognize him. But why is he watching
us?

-He must be a pervert.

-PEDOOOOOO, Jimmy yelled at him.

But Wayne waved at him and shouted:

-How are youuuu?

-Fine, thank you, the stranger with the cowboy hat replied.

-Tell him you like his hat, Jimmy said.

-I like your hat!

-Thanks, it's from South America.

-Do you live there?

-Yes, sometimes.

-Oh, by all means carry on.

The stranger proceeded his stroll along the canal on the other side and the
boys were all flustered.

-We are told not to talk to strangers, mum and dad said.

-Yes, Jimmy, I know, fuck our parents and the teachers, this guy is
cool. I'd love to have a hat like that, and he is a real cowboy because he
lives in Mexico.

-South America, dummy.

-Mexico, South America, it's all the same.

-I don't trust him. I have seen him here last year and he often stops by
over there to spy on us.

-Perhaps, he likes our skating.

-Maybe.

Next time I see him I'll ask him a few more questions.

The boys got quickly back into playing mode and forgot about the stranger
until two weeks later, when they were playing football with two smaller
kids from the block and closer to home. In fact it was so close that anyone
could observe them playing there. That's when the stranger passed by in
front of their noses, leisurely.

-Hey! Wayne said.

-I like your hat.

-Thanks boy, it's from South America.

-Do you live there?

-Sometimes.

-Don't you recognize me?

The stranger didn't, but of course he said `yes' instantly, because he
liked to make friendship with them. He asked to sit down and they exchanged
a bit of chit chat which broke the ice. In short; some of the boys tried to
play pranks on him, or tell the latest joke, for one could hear and see
that he wasn't from around here. He didn't understand certain words, but no
sooner had the jokes stopped or one of the boys asked if he could take a
photo of him with his cell phone. The stranger didn't object to Wayne
sitting by his side and wrap his arm around the stranger's shoulder, on the
contrary. The stranger definitely was an eccentric man. He sported a scarf
decorating his black hat like a turban and the end bit hung over the brim
on the back side of it. He was dressed in a red velvet trapper jacket and
wore very tight lycra tights with a jaguar spots design, which gave him
away as a queer, despite him pushing fifty.

He noticed some of the boys whispered things to each other when he was
listening to another question put to him by a younger boy. There were six
of them and ranged from 9 to 13 years old. Wayne was definitely thirteen
and he seemed to be having fun with the whispers before he came and sat
next to the stranger for the photo.

The boy with the cell phone told one of the youngest:

-Why don't we pull Wayne's trousers down when he gets up?

-Good idea, but wait until the stranger gets up.

The stranger did get up and Wayne really liked him. So much that he wanted
to show off a few karate katas, but the stranger wasn't really into sports
and he feared he might accidentally hurt the boy in playing with him, and
the last thing he wanted here in the open was draw attention to his person,
although he did that anyway, but he had grown oblivious to that over the
years. The he couldn't resist asking the pretty youngster if he could make
a picture of him. The stranger realized he was taking risks here; he was on
thin ice now, I mean, any move he made could be interpreted by anyone
behind the windows, in a different light. He aimed his analog camera
carefully at the boy's face.  Wayne was acting funnily and showed off by
flexing his biceps with his right arm. Through the viewfinder the stranger
could only see Wayne with his folded arm and face, but luckily for him, as
he aimed he saw the two youngest scheming behind Wayne to pull his jogging
trousers down.

-Oh no, boys, please don't do this.

They backed off and the stranger aimed again, and pressed the button. The
very same second the two pranksters yanked the trousers down. Wayne laughed
and quickly pulled them up again, but the damage was done and the stranger
had no idea what was to come next. For some reason he didn't feel secure or
comfortable any longer and decided to say goodbye.

Wayne happened to leave as well, so side by side they went into the same
direction. Instantly Wayne turned into a behaving lad and the prankster
mind seemed to have left him. The conversation was reduced to a mere,
whatīs your name and what do study, what's your favourite subject. The
their ways split and the stranger continued to the nearby forest on his own
where he needed to unwind from the excitement of being with young boys, He
decided to concentrate on photographing nature. But he couldn't shake of
the memories of past relationships with boys of that age and how he missed
them.

However, he did not remain too long in that forest, passed through an
adjacent meadow where he found a straight porn magazine. Ample proof of
some youngsters coming over here and wanking off, he thought. Even that was
reminiscent of his childhood and his brother's. He had come this way to get
away from the formal and social obligations of visiting relatives of the
house where he was staying for a short while.

Upon his return from the forest he noticed none of the boys were present
anymore. He saw the last bits of sun rays on a wall and out of sheer lack
of purpose he photographed a few creepers and a flower that grew on a house
on the next house past the park where the boys had been playing with
him. As he was to snap it on film he heard a voice behind him. He turned
around and looked into a grim face of man who didn't seem pleased to see
him at all.

-What are you doing?

-Taking a picture, sir

-And what else?

The stranger got puzzled and had no idea what the man was on about.

-Oh, before I had taken pictures of the children.

-And?

-Well, they asked for it.

-You liar, no child would ask for that.

The stranger knew that he had asked if he could take a few pictures of the
kids as a token of friendly exchange but instantly he knew what that would
mean to the ears of a hostile adult with a perverted mind. And to be
honest, one of the boys took a picture or two of him and he hadn't
objected. But now he got entangled in the man's firing eyes and he knew out
of experience with that kind of people that he stood no chance in
convincing the man that he had no intention of harming the boys.

-Bugger off and fast, the man snapped and clenched his fists as if he was
ready to beat him up. The stranger left immediately while ostentatiously
shaking his head to show disbelief at the man. Not a few meters further he
saw the cops arriving; he knew they came for him.

-God, this cannot be true, he thought. He nearly pissed in his pants and
felt as if he would have the runners too. The coppers got out, were
friendly but nevertheless he got checked up over the walkie-talkie at the
station. A colleague was coming over from the forest. Apparently they
thought he had taken Wayne to the forest to do what? Kill him, rape him?

-We have often calls like this, sir, from concerned citizens, but most are
false alarms, I am a photographer too, and I know how it feels. Last week
some students got into trouble because they carried out an assignment for
their art school at the play grounds and some thought they were child
molesters and called us.

-It's really sick, the stranger retorted.

-Yes, I know; anyway, everyone is told to be vigilant and report anything
suspicious to us.

-You want my camera, sir? It is an analog one; you can get the pictures if
you like,

-No thank you, since you're offering it to us, we believe that everything
is alright.

The stranger gave out of his own free will his address and the persons'
name he stayed with, who fortunately for him, was a woman. He returned home
half depressed and told in details what had happened to him. But the
incident didn't stop there; the cops came over once more to tell him that
other boys had told the parents he had taken their pictures to, which was a
lie, but there you go, once kids get the attention they want, they are
unstoppable in their fantasies. In short, he was advised not venture out
with a camera in the area anymore. They would tell the school that there
was no case and the parents shouldn't worry and that the man was
`clean'. They hadn't found anything on him, but the entire neighbourhood
had gone berserk in no time. Imagine what they had told the children...and
what the boys told each other. It spread like wild fire.

He'd kept a low profile and his hat at home for a month. He was afraid to
walk alone, avoided the canal, the forest, even more so when his
companion's grandson told him that some of his peers, a girl, had posted
the pedo-in-the-area- threat on a social website. He typed in "pedo" in its
search engine and discovered dozens of matches but his profile or name
didn't pop up. A sigh of relief escaped from his mouth. At night tossed and
turned; what the fuck did he have to stay here for in this rampant
homophobic country? And that one boy who took his picture...what did he do
with it? Pass it on to others; did anyone have it to find him?

"If we see him we'll take care of him, they wrote to each other; keep a
watchful eye out there."

Another month went by and he noticed graffiti on a wall under a nearby
bridge which read:

"Weres pedo cowboy gone?"

Definitely a hand writing from twelve year old. Wayne? Despite the warrant
on his head he felt a pang in his guts. Twelve year olds were hunting him
down? What if he met them? What would happen if they did meet?

That night, staying at home was more than he could bear. He thought they
would have been forgotten him by now, but then, that graffiti might have
been written a month ago. He had just finished smoking a spliff and decided
to go for a walk. The path took him along the canal to the forest. It was a
summer's day and still very light for the time of the day; it was near 8.30
am.

He sat himself down under an oak tree. Some brown leaves on the ground
reminded him of the coming fall. His head was spinning when he heard voices
in the back of him. He got startled and wanted to know what was going
on. So, he treaded softly, as if walking on eggs, and made his way to the
meadow where the `noise' seemed to come from. The grass was high and he had
to be ever so careful not to be discovered by those he heard. When he was
close enough, he squatted, and moved the grass stems to one side. To his
surprise he saw three boys engaged in something the parents would not
condone or associate with innocent boys: a pair of exposed, untanned
buttocks, were moving up and down between a pair of hairless legs.

-Shut up, stupid, they may hear us, the boy who was on top, whispered.

The stranger recognized Wayne's voice and the one below him was the boy
with the cell phone.

"Oh, my god," the stranger thought, "they are fucking each other".

He grabbed his own crotch and started feeling himself up. Boy they had fun,
and the stranger too. How he wished to be the one who was getting
fucked. He realized he had fallen in love with Wayne; such a beautiful kid
and so photogenic. Lying with him in bed was a dream that would never come
true, he thought.

-Are we having fun, pervert? A voice hissed behind him.

The stranger froze and didn't want to look over his shoulder. But he did
anyway. He looked into the eyes of the man who had called the cops on him
that notorious day.

-You again, he fired back.

-Yes, me again. So I was right. You are a pervert.

-I am not doing anything, am I?

-No, but you would like to wouldn't ya?

The stranger wanted to reply but the man shushed him.

-Stop idiot, you want to spoil it? Move over and shut up.

The man smiled lecherously and patiently followed the whole scene.

-They are doing fine, aren't they? I've had my eyes on that little bugger
for the past five years and now he is into it himself. It's about time I
get him into my bed. But he seems to fancy you more, doesn't he? So, why
don't you go over to him and talk him into it. I will stay here and see
that no one interrupts us.

-You must be joking; you called the cops on me.

-I can do it again. Now we can work together or fight each other. We both
like the same thing, so go for it. Surprise them and then we take over.

The stranger hesitated, his dick hung limp out of his fly.

-Ok, I will do it.

The stranger stood up and walked over on the tips of his toes. None of the
boys could see him coming as Wayne had turned his partner on his tummy and
was now doing it doggy style.

-Very nice Wayne, very nice indeed, the stranger spoke.

Wayne and the boy under him stalled their movements like two puppies that
get stuck to each other like most dogs do when they're having a go at
it. They turned their heads towards the stranger.

-Don't worry, boys...

Wayne went pale and stammered: I can explain...

-Of course you can and what about your little friend?

He batted his eyes...

-Isn't he the boy who took a photo of me and you and who pulled your
trousers down?

-Yes it is, but he's a good boy. Are you going to hurt us?

-What makes you think that? Does the school teach you that?

-Yes...

-No way, I will hurt you guys, I would just like to enjoy what you enjoy,
what do you think?

The boys smiled looked at one another and nodded their heads.

-Well, Wayne you are the biggest boy I see, and you are still rock hard. I
could suck you off and your friend could watch us.

-Ok, Wayne said and popped his pecker into the stranger's big mouth.

Wayne got in action straight away, unabashed, while the smaller boy, who
was maybe ten, began playing with his darling.

That's when the older man moved onto the scene.

-Very good Wayne, I like it, I knew you were a pansy all along.

With the cock still in his mouth, Wayne turned his head and popped his
eyes.

-Uncle?

The stranger's cock fell out of the boy's oral embrace who was as surprised
as they were.

-Yes, nephews!

-Nephews? The stranger blurted out.

Yes, dear stranger, they are my nephews. Wayne is my brother's son and the
other Luke is my sister's. Very cute, aren't they? I have dreamed about
this for ages. I mean, I have dreamed of Luke a lot too, but Wayne has
always been very precocious. At six he used to play with Luke's thingamy. I
don't have my eyes in my pockets, you see.

The uncle smiled at them and was now in control of the situation.

-So, boys, now that you are here and have shown me what you are capable of,
you certainly don't want to disappoint me or your parents, don't you.

-No of course not uncle, Wayne was quick to reply. We won't do it anymore,
I swear cross my heart.

-Oh, but on the contrary, Wayne, you must to continue, cause if you don't I
will inform your mum and dad what went on here. And the same goes for you
Luke.

-So, why don't you come over here, Wayne? Luke, you take it from where your
brother left off with the gentleman. Since you can do it among brothers, I
don't think you would refuse an uncle, now would you? Itīll stay in the
family.

The uncle chuckled, unbuttoned his fly and motioned Wayne to get his cock
out. Luke got back on his tummy with the stranger bending over him, licking
him all over. It was dusk when the boys and men were still frolicking
around. Uncle was pleased with Wayne and the stranger got all he desired
from Luke. Luke, on the other hand, enjoyed the hottest of blowjobs, while
Wayne accepted his uncle's penis between his thighs and being wanked off
simultaneously. A lot of moaning was heard from the men, and the groaning
from the boys made up for the cold evening air coming in. They all came
happily and enjoyed the orgasms to the full. They got dressed and ready to
go home.

-What do you say boys, uncle said in-between the heaving of lust, shall we
see each other again?

Yessss, Wayne and Luke piped. What about tomorrow?

-OK, tomorrow it shall be.

-Can he come too, uncle, Wayne asked, pointing at the stranger.

-I don't see why not, since you love him so much, and that's what counts,
isn't it boys?

-Aren't you going to tell mum and dad then?

-Are you joking? No, of course not, they already know.

-What do you mean uncle?

-Well, your father and I and his girlfriends did do what you did today, but
that's another story.



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