Date: Thu, 29 May 2003 20:04:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: CYN P <cyn_p_md@yahoo.com>
Subject: "LANNY'S LOSSES" (B/B) - Section 1

Submitted herewith is the first section of an erotic
story I have written.  The full story, which is in 10
sections, involves the following categories:

Boy/Boy Sex *
Incest *
Teen/Teen Sex *
Man/Teen Sex
Rural Settings
Body Modifications (Amputations)

        *Most prevalent sexual themes


      Disclaimer:  This story contains sex between minor boys.  It also
  contains instances of incest, teen/teen and man/boy relationships and
  sex, and includes segments on body modification.  If you find any of
  these topics to be at all troubling or distasteful, then kindly surf
  another web site.  In other words, LEAVE NOW!  But you won't do that,
will you?  This is what you are here for - and this is what I am about to
                       present for your enjoyment.

  The story is a total fiction with no connection to actual or specific
                    persons and/or life experiences.
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 I would appreciate any thoughts or comments.  Please send them to me at
                           cyn_p_md@yahoo.com

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                              LANNY  LOSSES
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                                 By  CYN
                 Copyright (c) 2003 - All Rights Reserved

     THIS IS A COPYRIGHTED WORK.  It is intended solely for private,
individual reading.  It may not be reproduced by  any method, distributed
 or posted on additional web sites without the expressed written consent
                        of the copyright holder.

  A SHORT NOTE ON THE LANGUAGE USED IN THIS STORY:  I know some will be
turned off bah the "accent" or "dialect" spoken by the characters in this
    story.  For this I am sorry.  However, it was the way I heard the
 individuals in my head (or "mah haid" as they would say) and the way I
  wrote it.  I do not purport to accuracy in the dialect used.  It was
  written for effect and atmosphere, nothing more.  No criticism of any
group is intended, whether by design or accident.  Forgive me and please
      persevere.  Ah'm ahopin' y'all will find it a rewardin' read.


                                Section 1

      Ah gots a real swee' lahfe now.  It jess...jess amazin'!  Lahfe suh
easy `n comf'able!  Ah steel cain't belief how lucky ah am `n how fuckin'
happy ah am.  An' ah'm only eighteen now!  Suh much happ'n tuh me in  the
lass few years.  Ah has tuh admit now tha' it all been fuh the good.  But
ah...ah didn't think suh when it fust happenin'.

      Ah  ain't  always has it suh easy.  Ah means, ah has it real,  real
rough  mos'  a  mah lahfe.  Accidents, beatins, abandoned, foster  homes,
livin'  on  the  streets, whorin'..  Well, yuh knows the  rag.   But  now
thangs  is jess swell.  Ah means, real great!  Ah lives in a great house,
in  a  wonderful warm place, have sum nahce folk takin' care a ever'thang
ah needs, `n ah'm happy wit' wha' ah gots.

     Ah wanna tell yuh mah story but ah don't knows where tuh begin.  An'
ah  don't wanna make it all borin' cuz ah know yuh got better thangs  tuh
do then spend a lotta tahme wit' me `n mah prollems.  Suh, ah guess ah'll
jess take thangs in order `n start as far back as ah kin remember.  OK?

      Ah  was  born  in  bayou country in Louisiana, `cept  we  calls  it
Loosian.  We all lives in a teeny town far outsahde a big town.  The  big
city  thet  close tuh us is Houma, `n it ain't real big.  Bah "we,"  ah'm
talkin' `bout mah momma, mah daddy, mah older brothah Arthur (he two year
older `n me) `n me.  Then there all mah othah brothahs `n sistahs.  There
lots  of  us.   Thirteen or fourteen kids, ah thinks, but ah forgets  the
`xact nummer.

      Ah'm  Lancelot Beauregard Labordeaux, but ever'one call  me  Lanny.
Mah  momma  got  real hung up on King Arthur `n them knights  in  shinin'
armor  `n  all thet kinda shit when she carryin' Artie who  ollest.   She
tell  me  this  one night when she a lilla drunk.  She kin  read.   Daddy
cain't.

      All we kids got redish-blondish hair.  It real cool.  Ah mean,  yuh
kin  see  alla us frum fuhr `way.  We alsuh a very hanum lookin'  family.
Ever'one  say  suh.  `Ceptin' fuh daddy.  He a real pig.  He  hairy,  got
lotsa tattoos, don't shave, don't wash much neithah.

     We sorta live in a swamp in a house up on poles ovah the water.  Yuh
has  tuh cross a wood plank-lahke thang tuh get tuh the house.  Well,  ah
s'pose  it  in a swamp.  Lotsa bugs `n critters all round us.   Sumtahmes
when  it  rain or a bad storm comin' ahr way a lotta the water come  very
hah,  up tuh the house and sumtahmes it even come in.  When the hurrycane
come,  it  kin  get real bad.  Then the police comes `n takes  us  tuh  a
sheller.  But we nevah leaves livin' in this here house.

      Once  Artie ask daddy whah we stays in this mizable shit hole  fuh.
He  smack  Artie `cross the face and yell on him real bad.  "Mah  fuckin'
daddy  born  and he dahd in this here house an' ah'm afixin' tuh  do  the
same!"   Thet nahte in bed, Artie say thet daddy dahin' cain't be acomin'
soon nuff fuh him.

     Fuh kids it great tho!  It lahke a fun park.  Runnin' `n playin'  `n
catchin' all `em fish `n small critters - it ever'thang a young kid  want
tuh  do.   Ah don't nevah unnerstan' ah'm helpin' tuh feed all a  us  bah
catchin'  suh many fish `n othah small thangs, lahke crawfish  (we  calls
`em  mud  puppies) `n possums `n turtles `n small gators.  We  real  dirt
poor only ah don't know it then `n mah sistahs `n brothahs don't neither.
Lotsa folk round town calls us white trash.

      Mah  daddy do sum work `n make sum money sumtahmes but mose  a  the
tahme  he round the place `n he do nothang `cept fahte a lot wit'  momma.
Ah  s'pose they alsuh fucks cuz there so many a us.  Sum tahmes they  hit
each  othah  `n momma gets hurt real bad a lot.  When this happen,  momma
have black eyes `n cain't open her mouth tuh eat or tuh talk or anythang.
They alsuh drinks a lotta likker `n beer `n they smokes a lot.  Ah thinks
they gets the likker frum sum guy who make it.

      Me  `n Artie do ever'thang tuhgethah cuz there ain't no othah  kids
round where we lives.  We make lotsa fun doin' lotsa thangs `n love bein'
wit'  the othah.  Oh, `n we don't go tuh school much neither.  That makes
thangs even better.  We hates school but we leans a lilla bit.  Lahke  we
kin reads `n do sum math.

     We  alsuh  sleeps in the same bed.  There only one  bedroom  in  the
house  `n momma `n daddy sleeps there `n sumtahmes a new baby.  The resta
us  sleeps  anywheres.  Me, Artie `n othah boys sleeps on a  back  porch.
The  girls sleeps in the kitchen `n in the settin' room thet jess part  a
the kitchen.

     Ah  loves  sleepin' wit' Artie.  An' we gots ahr own  mattress.   It
momma `n daddy old one.  We cuddles tuhgethah tuh keep warm in the winner
tahme.   An' we alsuh cuddles tuhgethah othah tahmes too.  It lotsa  fun.
Ah  loves sleepin' wit' Artie.  We touches the othah guy bod `n holds  on
tuh each othah.  Ah loves holdin' Artie smooth, hot bod.  An' he say thet
he love holdin' mahne.

     The  lilla kids loves tuh be wit' us oller kids.  Me, Artie  `n  mah
ollest sistah Guen, we takes care a `em all.  But Guen lahkes tuh go  tuh
school.   She say she got a buncha nahce frens there and she learn  lotsa
great stuff.  So me `n Artie wit' the lilla kids mose a the tahme and  we
feeds `em `n change `em `n do ever'thang else.

     Nahtetime  is mah fav'rite tahme.  Ah loves it when we tuhgethah  in
ahr bed.  Sumtahmes we touches the othah boy parts.  Thet nahce too.   We
does  it only unner the sheet `n when it dark.  Ah gets all warm  `n  suh
tingly  when Artie touches me `tween mah laigs.  An' he say thet he  feel
great when ah touches him too.  Ah don't rememmah how we starts but  when
we  does, we knows we loves it a lot.  Playin' wit' mah brothah  dick  `n
balls give me a big thrill.

     It the only tahme ah really likes.  It the only tahme ah'm not bein'
funned  at or teased bah the doofy kids at school or bah mah daddy likker
buddies.   When  me `n Artie tuhgethuh in bed `n holdin' `n  touchin'  ah
feels  real  great and loved.  The res' a the tahme mah lahfe all  fucked
up.  Ah means FUCKED!

     Ah  ain't  smart in school.  The troot is thet ah'm  a  real  dummy.
Ah'm  real,  real stupid.  Ah is.  Ever'one say it.  Ah has real  trouble
readin' and writin' and ah cain't do much math.  The teachers all  laughs
at  me, makin' funna me and so do lots a the kids.  Ah ain't got no frens
at  the  school cuz they say we white trash, and they rahte.  Folks  keep
`em  `way  frum all a us.  An' we is white trash cuz we got  nothin',  we
does nothin', `n we helps nothin'.

     And fuckin' daddy ain't round tuh help nun.  He don't work, he don't
bring  no  food,  he  don't help take care a the babies.   He  a  fuckin'
nothin'  in ahr lifes.  He ain't home mose a the tahme, an' thet OK  wit'
us.  But when he home thangs ain't no better.  They worse.  He beat up on
ever'one.   Momma and all us kids.  Cuz he `n momma get all  likkered  up
and  he beat on all a us.  Momma try tuh stop `im but it don't help  nun.
She jess get hit hard.

      But the real, real worse prollem is thet we ain't got `nuff tuh eat
mose a the tahme.  An' the lilla kids cry and ah feels suh sorry fuh `em.
They  cries `emselfs tuh sleep.  The girls don't cry as much as the boys.
But  it  real hard.  We alls so thin and folks says we scrawny  and  look
starved, and they rahte.

      One  a `em charties in Houma comes ever' mont' or suh tuh the house
and  gives  us  stuff.  Ah means, they gives us foods and clodes.   `Bout
four  folk come in a pickup and they leaves cans a food stuff `long  wit'
rice,  flour, breads, lard, meats, cereals and thangs lahke  thet.   They
alsuh gives us clodes, but nun a it new.  They all oldish and sum worn  a
lilla  bit.  But it all do help cuz we ain't got nothin' else.  The girls
love the clodes and dress up when they comes.

      The  folks who come are real nahce and ain't old.  They  seems  tuh
lahke  us kids a lot and they plays wit' the lilla ones.  One a the young
guys talks tuh me `n Artie a lot.  He nahce lookin' and speak quite-lahke
`n  smahles  a  lot.  He lahkes tuh put his arms round mah  shollers  and
squeezes me and it feel real great.  He alsuh do it tuh Artie.  He  alsuh
takes lotsa pitchas a all a us, specially a me, Artie and Perce.  He take
pitchas  a  us in jess ahr unnerwear.  When he come back tuh  see  us  he
brin'  `em pitchas `n show `em tuh us.  We loves `em `n we lahkes  him  a
lot.

     When  Artie `bout 10 `n ah'm `bout 8, we fust have sum real boy  fun
tuhgethah.  Yuh know, thet when we really plays wit' each othah bods,  `n
special wit' the othah guy dick `n nuts `n we tickles `em `n rubs `em  `n
all.  We bote lahke the feelin' in ah bodies `n special on ahr dicks.  We
both  think  it  lotsa fun `n we loves doin' it a lot.   We  alsuh  likes
rubbin' the othah body - yuh knows, rubbin' Artie tummy `n little titties
`n  unner  his arms `n down his great laigs.  We bot' very smoove  `n  it
feel  great!   Ah  loves wha' Artie do tuh me and the  feelins  ahr  gets
runnin' in mah whole body.

      Once,  we out in ahr lilla swamp skiff `n it very hot.  It  summer.
Very,  very hot.  We bot' wearin' shorts `n no unnerwear `n nothin' else.
Artie say that he very hot `n very uncomf'able `n he pull off his shorts.
Ah  says thet ah'm hot too `n ah alsuh takes off mah shorts.  So, we bot'
sittin'  in  the skiff fishin' `n we totally nekked.  Artie  opens  up  a
bagga samiches he make `n we eats `n drinks our pop.

      Affa we finishes we falls tuh sleep rahte there in the skiff.   The
quite  of the swamp `n feelin' full frum wha' we eats fuh lunch  make  us
real  sleepy.  Ah'm dreamin' `bout sailin' on the smoove swamp water wit'
jess the sounda the bugs `n frogs . `n ah feels suh warm . `n suh great .
`n so relax.

      Sudden-like,  ah opens mah eyes `n ah sees Artie on  his  knees  in
fronta  me `n he got my dick `tween his lips . `n he suckin' hard on  it.
It  feel  fantastical!  Ah ain't never feel nothang lahke it b'foh.   Mah
dick  tinglin' . mah whole bod tinglin'.  An' ah kin see how ah'm pushin'
my lilla dick intuh Artie mout'.  An' he suckin' way lahke crazy!

      Then he lift his haid . `n he give me a great big shit-eatin' grin,
`n  then he go rahte back tuh suckin' on mah dick.  Ah smiles back at him
but  he  don't see it.  Ah closes mah eye `gain `n puts mah haid back  `n
just  seems  tuh float in the `cred'ble feelin' ah'm agettin' frum  Artie
havin'  mah  dick in his hot mout' `n the feelin' of his suckin'  it  suh
hard `n suh great.

      Amazin'!  It jess suh amazin'!  Ah'm nevah feelin' nothang lahke it
b'foh!   Mah whole body seem tuh be floatin' `way off the boat.  Alls  ah
kin  feel a incred'ble tinglin' all up `n down mah `tire bod.  An'  still
Artie  workin'  `way on me.  Now he start pullin' on  my  teeny  nuts  `n
squishin' `em `n pushin' his hand intuh `em `n this too feel suh great.

     Ah knows ah'm makin' lotsa noise but ain't nobody round tuh hear me.
An' ah'm feelin' suh fuckin' t'rrific!

      Then  he start lickin' my lilla ball bag.  Jesus!  Do it ever  feel
great!  He jess lickin' the skin a the bag wit' his tongue and takin' the
skin  `tween his lips and squeezin' it.  Then he open his mout' and  suck
mah bag `n balls intuh his hot mout'.  He rollin' mah teeny nuts round in
his mout' and his tongue doin' such wunnerful thangs tuh mah stuff.

     Ah'm pushin' mah dick in `n outta his hot suckin' mout' so quick.  I
don't know thet ah kin move suh fass `n thet mah bod kin move thet fass.

      Soon  he got bot' mah dick and mah nuts insahde his mout'.  It  the
mose  amazin'  thang  ah  ever knows.  It feel  lahke  a  million  needle
stickin'  in  me all at once!  The tinglin' feelin so great `n  ah  feels
lahke  mah dick on fahr - like it burnin' up.  Mah bod movin' up `n  down
`n  Artie stop the suckin' but mah dick still in his mout' `n still  feel
lahke it still burnin'.

     Soon he take his mout' offa my stuff `n give me a big smahle `n  rub
his hands over mah little titties `n belly.  Ah'm still breat'in' hard `n
fass but ah'm slowin' down sum.

      Ah  ain't  thinkin' rahte but perty soon ah kin  talk.   "Wha'  was
THET?" ah says.

     "Sex!"

      "Huh?"  He still rubbin' me.  Ah loves when he do thet.  Now he rub
mah  laigs  `n  it feel so, so wunnerful.  Then he rub mah chess  `n  mah
titties and soon we kissin' a lot.

     "It sex.  Thet wha' Timmy LaJohn tell me.  He say thet brothah a his
suck his dick `n balls ever' nahte `n he jess love it.  Did yuh love  it,
Lanny?"

     "It great!  An' yeah, ah loves it a lot!"

     "Well, thet sex.  When yuh plays wit' yuh boy parts or othah peoples
play wit' yuh parts, `n sucks on `em, thet sex."

     "Yuh means thet we jess have sex?"

     "Yup.  We jess have sex!  Ain't it great?"

     Ah smahles at Artie.  "Yup!  It great!  Real great!"


                            End of Section 1
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   This is my first attempt at writing any type of boy love tale.  ALL
 criticisms and comments (the good as well as the bad and everything in
  between) are very much appreciated and welcomed.  I hopefully will be
                   able to answer each and every one.