Date: Tue, 6 Nov 2007 02:14:52 -0800 (GMT-08:00)
From: "dymondbolt@earthlink.net" <dymondbolt@earthlink.net>
Subject: Innocence on the Wind ~ Prolog

Dear readers; Here's another fantasy story. Inspired by a beautiful
drawing.  I hope you like this. Let me know, OK?

Disclaimer: This is a fictional Fantasy story with Male to Male Sex and
Love Relationships. If you are under eighteen years of age, you should not
be here. You have been warned!


Innocence on the Wind ~ Prolog    by dymondbolt


"You hungry?"

What a stupid question. I could see the boy was reed thin. His wings were
glossy but the rest of him looked like he could use quite a few meals. He
looked hungry for more than food. Like a dog who's been kicked too many
times.

I spread out my wings and arms before I said "Are you lonely? Cause you're
not alone. You're not the only one dancing on the wind."

He looked torn between what kept him alive all these years and the idea I
just gave him. He had to have had it for a long time. He just couldn't let
himself believe.

I had been scouting the skies in this land of enchantment. I had the spell
that hid my wings when I had to be with normals. Shakespeare had it
right. They were groundlings, the normals. They didn't have a clue what
real flying was like. And if any of us let them know, we'd be pulled
down. Pulled apart. Ripped from the sky, just because they couldn't get up
into it.

Well most would. That's what my folks taught me when I was young and my
wings started to come out.

I kneeled down to let him realize I wouldn't stop him if he wanted to fly
away. My wings drooped a bit, waiting to be accepted or rejected. I still
had my own issues with rejection.

I had spotted the boy flying and laughing with a hawk that seemed to think
of him as a relative.  And my foolish way of letting him know I was in the
sky was to dive by him. I was just playing. His laughter reminded me of my
cousin Rick. Rick had become a Fireman, of all things. He died saving a
family and two of his own men. I still felt lost when I think of him
gone. It's been almost twelve years now.

My antics in the air got this teenager diving for cover and my attempts to
talk with him only herded him farther and farther into the under brush. I
spied this clearing and got him headed this way then jumped ahead of him as
quiet as I could.

I had held his eyes until I realized my rude behavior required something a
little more adult than I was used to recently.

I looked down and felt sad as I said " I apologize if I frightened you. I
was just playing. I heard you laugh and it brought back sweet memories of
my cousin. I still miss Rick. I promise I won't frighten you again." I
looked up and saw all the yearning a seventeen year old had for something
like himself. Something not alone.

I saw that and hoped for a little brother. I stood up and my face got
serious. I said " If you can forgive me, I promise I'll be there to protect
you like a brother. I'll show you where my folks and I safely dance on the
wind. I swear I'll help push away the fear and loneliness."

Just then the Hawk that had been playing with the boy flew in and landed on
a branch near me and called out to us. Distracted I said to the hawk "
Hello, Brother."

That did it. The kid still hadn't said a word, but he rushed to my arms and
hugged me tight. He nearly knocked me over. At thirty six I looked
substantial. My muscles were hard and thick, but my bones were the strange
magical kind. Thick but actually hollow. They were strong from hard work
that helped build my muscles. But I still could be lifted easily if you
wanted to. It's what helped keep me dancing when the sky called to me.

His head burrowed into my chest and I pulled my arms around his
shoulders. My back was so wide he had a hard time reaching around me. He
got his hands together around my hips. I couldn't help but get excited. But
I kept myself from poking him by twisting my hips. I didn't want to
frighten him away with that piece of large muscle. He was probably not the
kind of guy that likes guys that way. And I had to be the kind of friend
that protected him from guys that would force that on the littler guys. He
may look like a young man, thin and starved as he was. But I still didn't
know if he was of the mind like a child, or almost grown up. I still hadn't
heard him speak.

I had to admit right then, it just felt good to hold him and think of him
as my little brother. Mom only had me. I had wanted a brother for a long
time.

I leaned my head down on top of his and rocked his whole body back and
forth. His wings slowed it down till he pulled them in. Then I wrapped mine
around us for a moment. Just to give him a feeling of protection. I swore I
would protect him and I would do it in every way I could.  At the time I
even knew that some kinds of protection meant giving the ones you love a
free reign. With wings to fly, the sky is yours, to see how high, your
heart can soar.

I said " Well, Little Brother. What do people call you?" My name's Ian. Ian
Wyeth."

He pulled away a bit and said " Angelo Martin. "

His voice was the voice of an angel. I got lost in his bright blue eyes for
a second. Then I said "Angelo, would you like to come home with me and meet
my folks? We'll welcome you in and give you a home."

A frown skittered over his face as he buried it back into my chest. He
trembled as he said "My Dad threw me out four years ago, just before my
wings grew out. Your folks might not want me around either."

That's when I frowned and said " Why would your Dad throw away such a
wonderful guy like you?"

Angelo whispered " Cause I'm gay. I knew I was when I turned thirteen. My
mom had died when I was eight. Dad and I only had each other for so
long. He kept going from one job to another. Always moving.  When I told
him I thought he would understand.  I had just got back into school when he
kicked me out. He had always been rough with me since Mom died. But He
really hurt me before he threw me out the door. I thought he might calm
down like he usually did after a bender. But two days later he had quit his
job and moved on. I tried to stay in one of the foster homes, but the older
brother to the family I was staying with found out why I was there. I got
out before I got raped."

I couldn't hear that and let him fear anymore. I told him " Little Brother,
you are safe with me. I'm gay, too. My folks know and they still love me. I
won't let anyone hurt you or force you to do anything you don't want. I
wasn't always this big. I was smaller than you when I was seventeen. I got
beat up when I refused to be bullied. But they never got me to be their
fuck toy. I got bigger when I turned eighteen. They couldn't push me around
anymore."

I guess he saw I'd be true to him and my word, but he still said " You're
sure I'll be welcome?"

My smile got real big and I said " My Momma's gonna be so happy I brought
her another son, you would not believe. We're in New Mexico visiting
relatives. My truck's not far from this clearing. I came out to stretch my
wings and dance on the wind. My Mom and Dad showed me a lot of Dance moves
when I was just learning to fly. "

Angelo said " They fly too?"

I smiled at his wonder. I said " Yep, and Nana still takes to dancing a
spell and she's in her eighties."

Angelo hugged me tight and I said " I'll take that as a yes then"

He looked up with tears in his eyes and the sweetest smile on his face. He
said " Yes."

And he was home.

The End ~ Prolog

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