Date: Wed, 10 Sep 2003 09:18:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: CYN P <cyn_p_md@yahoo.com>
Subject: LANNY'S LOSSES (Incest, Boy/Boy, Rural) - Section 5
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LANNY LOSSES
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By CYN
Copyright (c) 2003 - All Rights Reserved
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> See Section 1 for a reminder of the story telling method used in
this narrative <
Section 5
We's gunna be asleepin' in mama `n daddy's room `cause the
fuckin' asshole ain't heyah and she don't wanna have Artie sleepin'
wit' the lilla kids no moe now'n he gots one arm. She don't wan' the
lilla ones tuh see him wit' one arm when he take his clodes off.
Mama gunna sleep in mah ole bed. Them poh, lilla kids is gunna be
wit' her. May Jesus bless `em all.
Artie starts takin' off the baggy shirt he awearin' an' drop it
on the bed. Fust ah looks at his chess thet look all skinny an' bony
an' ah'm aseein' his ever' rib. An' his skin gotta funny colah lahke
all yeller `n grayish and he got banages all ovah on his chess.
Somes big and somes small but all a `em seem tuh got sum blood on
`em. They all looks perty gross.
Then ah looks at his cut off arm. It all banage an' look tuh me
tuh be shorter `n mamma say. He wiggle it a lilla an' ah gets verah
`cited by seein' it. It all wrap in a brownish `lastic banage an'
sum tape but ah still gets `cited by it. Ah also sees thet he got
banages on his shollers `n theys all alookin' a lilla bloody.
"Yah got hurt real bad, huh Artie?"
"Yeah."
"Ah'm so sorry Artie."
"Thanks Lanny." He's asittin' on the bed `n don't move. "Damn
fuckin' dawgs dun fuckin' chew me up sumthang real fuckin' fierce,
Lanny." Ah sees tears runnin' down his cheek, an' ah goes up tuh him
and ah gentle and slow licks `em `way.
Ah smahles at him and he try tuh smahle back tuh me. "Ah sees
yah steell got yah armpit hairs, don't yah?"
"Yeah, I gots thet...but ah ain't got no arm tuh go wit' it no
moe, does ah?" He's amovin' the lilla stubby a lilla bit. "Its real
small, ain't it?"
"Yeah. Ah kin see thet." Ah'm lookin' at it as he move it
slow. "But its real nahce Artie."
"How kin it be nahce? Whats so fuckin' nahce `bout it? Huh?"
He speakin' real loud now. "It's a mizable nothang! Nothang! Thats
wha' it is!" And he start acryin' `gain. "Mah fuckin' arms gone
fuhevuh Lanny! Fuhevah!"
Ah holds him `gain, an' he put his haid down on mah sholler tuh
cry.
"An' when they cuts it off...cuts off mah arm...they dun it two
tahmes."
"Huh? Wha' yah mean they gotta cuts off yah arm two tahmnes?"
He nod. "Thets wha' ah said, rahte? Two tahmes! An' thet
fuckin' ole witch ain't even theeyah when they gotta cut it off
`gain."
"Ah still don't unnerstan', Artie. Wha' yah mean? Two tahmes?"
"Well, it seem ah gets a real bad `fection in mah arm affa they
cuts it off `bout heeyah." He make a move lahke wheeyah his elbow is
`cept his elbow ain't theeyah no moe since they cuts it off. "An' it
hurt real fuckin' bad. They gives me all kinds a medcin comin' intuh
me in plastic tubes an' lotsa moe pills fuh the pain an' even sum...
sum morfin...ahm athinkin' thet wha' they calls it?"
Ah nods. "Yah. Ah thinks ah hears `bout thet."
"Anyways, affa two day the pains suh real, real fuckin' bad an'
ah cain't sleep or nothang. Four of `em docs come tuh see me in the
mornin' an' theys all alookin' at mah stump - thet wha' they calls
it, Lanny, a stump. Ah asks why they calls it thet an' they says
thet it ain't no arm no moe...jess what leff a mah arm - a stump a
mah arm. Ah starts tuh cry an' one a them nurse holds me an' ..." Ah
sees thet Artie startin' tuh cry `gain an' ah moves tuh hold him. He
let me an' ah rubs his back real gentle-lahke.
Its suh real good havin' Artie back wit me and him lettin' me
hold him lahke this. Anyways, he take a coupla deep breath an' start
talkin' `gain. "They tells me thet ah gots a real bad `fection in
the stump...in the stump a mah arm...an' thet the medcin ain't
aworkin' an' thet the only way tuh save mah lahfe is to cut moe a mah
arm off."
He cryin' real hard `gain an' ah holds him real tahte `n close
tuh me. He rub mah back wit his one arm an' ah loves the feelin' of
Artie holdin' me `n rubbin' me suh nahce. When he speak `gain he's
awhisperin'.
"Ah'm alookin' ovah at this mizable stump ah gots then cuz
theeyah ain't no banages on it. It the fust tahme ah sees wha' it
looks lahke. An' it look lahke fuckin' shit! All red an' bloody `n
black `n blue an' ah kin sees the place wheeyah they cuts it off an'
them stitches they gots in mah fuckin' stump of a arm...wha' use tuh
be a real arm. It look suh terr'ble ah pukes. Yeah, Lanny, ah
pukes. Thet nahce nurse hold a tray unner mah mout' an' ah pukes up
mah guts.
"Suh now theys goota cuts off moe a me. I knows mah arms gonna
be real, real teeny. Suh they puts me on this heeyah wheely bed an'
takes me up tuh the opratin' room `gain an' cuts off moe a mah arm
while ah'm asleepin. An' thet fuckin', likkered up ole bitch ain't
even theeyah wit' me when...when...when they cuts me up...cuts me up
`gain...takin' off almos' alla mah arm `n ah'm leff wit' jess...jess
this fuckin' shiteatin' awful lilla stump of a...of a arm.
"Thet why ah gots this mizable, teeny stump fuh a arm, Lanny.
Cuz they gotta cut it off two tahmes. It ain't good fuh nothang! Ah
ain't good fuh nothang!"
He's acryin' real hard now an' ah trys tuh make him feel good.
Ah tells him ah still loves him...an' thet he mah big brottah . an'
thet nothang thet happen tuh him will ever make me feel any diff'ent.
"An' thet bitch nevah come tuh see me `gain - only the day ah
gets out."
Ah makes him lay down `gain, gives him his medcin, cover him,
an' ah sits nex' tuh him on the bed. "Yah gonna git bettah real
fass, Artie. Ah knows. Ah'm heeyah tuh take good care a yah. Me
an' Guen's gonna take real care a yah an' change yah banage ever'
day. Is it OK wit' yah?"
"Sho. Bettah `n thet ole witch doin' it. Much bettah! Cuz
sumone who's alahkin' me's adoin' it fuh me. Thanks Lanny. An'
thanks tuh Guen alsuh."
"Ahm glad yah glad. Yah mah wunnerful big brottah...an' ah
loves yah. An' yah nevah gonna havta see thet ole bitch `gain.
Nevah! Ah'll be doin' ever'thang yah gunna need. OK?"
"Yeah! Thanks Lanny. Ah loves yah."
"Ah loves yah too Artie." Ah looks at his stumpy an' at him.
Ah gives him a lilla smale. "Kin ah maybe . yah knows, kin ah touch
it Artie?"
"Yeah. But touch it real soff `cause ah still gets lotsa pain
an' it ain't real heal up yet."
Artie put out his stub arm an' ah touch it real lahte. He smale
at me an' ah smahles back. Ah gets a big, big thrill touchin' his
stub lilla arm. He wiggle it a lilla bit an' ah giggles an' he
giggle too. Ah leans to him an' kisses his sholler rahte `bove the
banage. We stare at each othah. Then we kisses real hard an' Artie
start tuh cry `gain. Ah jess wrap mah arms round him an' hugs him
real tahte. He move his stub an' touch me verah lahte on one a mah
arm. Ah git a big thrill all ovah `gain when he touch me. An' ah
gets real hard in mah draws. Ah don't know thet atouchin' Artie's
stub arm kin do thet tuh me.
When he slow down his cryin' he says, "Yah know, Lanny, the
thing ah worrys `bout the mose when ah'm in the hospital `n ah looks
at this mizable stub ah gots fuh a arm now...ah worrys `bout how yah
gonna hate it...an' gonna hate me fuh gittin' it all fuck'd up...n'
let them fuckin' dawgs chew it off...an' how we's naht gonna have no
sex no moe...an' how ah ain't gonna wanna live if ah cain't make love
wit' yah no moe."
"See?" ah says. "All thet worryin' fuh nothang. But now yah
knows thet nothang's change. Ah still loves yah the same as b'foh,
Artie." Ah look down at mah feets an' git a lilla grin on mah face.
"Maybe even moe `n b'foh...now thet theeyah less a yah."
I picks up mah hand `gain an' ah verah lahte touches the stumpy
banage. Artie give me a great big smale an' we kiss `gain.
"Wha's in thet big shoppin' bag yah dun brung in wit' yah?" ah
asks him.
"Clodes. Sum groupa peoples at the hospital give `em tuh me.
Theys parta the group thet dun brung us all the food an' clodes ever'
mont'. Yah know, them's nahce guys thet takes ahr pitchas. Ah gots
sum real nahce stuff here. Shirts, pants, unnerwear, an' even
Nahkes."
"Wow! Nahkes? Thet great!"
"This stuff ah'm wearin' now's from `em. They's real nahce
peoples. They runs a charty home fuh kids an' `dults ovah in Houma
too. Ah lahkes `em. Real nahce guys."
"Is they Cattlics?"
Artie shake his haid. "Nah. They's sumthang else. Sumthang
like Mettoders...or...Mormites...sunthang lahke thet ... I don't
rememmer. But theys supah nahce."
Thet fust night he back home we don't do nothang much - `cept ah
gives Artie a real nahce blow job `n sucks on his balls alsuh. Ah'm
athinkin' he need sumthang tuh make him feel all nahce `n warm `n
welcum.
We gets undress. Ah undress mahself fust. I gets all nekkid.
Then ah helps Artie git undress. Ah takes off all his clodes and
Nahkes and put `em neat on the floor. He wearin' real nahce jockies,
all whate and new lookin'.
Ah sees thet his dicks all hard an' fillin' the fron' a his
jockies. So ah gets unner the blinkit wit' him an' ah puts mah hand
on his chess. Then ah moves mah finger tuh one a his titties and ah
squeezes it real lahte. It start gittin' real hard lahke. It feel
suh good tuh me an' Artie make wunnerful lilla noise.
"Do yah needs sum lovin' tuhnahte Artie?" ah asks. "Cuz ah'm
heyah to gives it tuh yah...yah knows, if yah wants me tuh." Ah'm
afeelin' real shy cuz we ain't been t'gethah fuh such a long tahme.
"Mmmmmmm," is wha' he says. "Yeah, Lanny. Ah needs sum lovin'
real, real bad." He look at me and his eyes is wet lookin'. "Thet
is...if yah wanna touch me. If yah wanna touch mah mizable fuckin'
cripple bod."
Ah kisses him on his lips. "Yah knows ah loves yah bod, Artie.
Yah knows thet! Nothangs change. Nothang!"
Ah moves mah hand round his chess moe `n ah'm real carful naht
tuh do it hard cuz a them banages he got all ovah his chess an' bod.
"Yah steell gots a real, real nahce bod, Artie."
"No ah ain't!"
"Yeah, yah does. Yah does!
"Look at me, Lanny!" He move his one hand ovah his chess.
"Look at me! Yah kin see ever'thang - mah rib bones, mah hip bones...
ever'thang! An' look how mah one arm is! Look! I loose all mah
muscle...it so flabby `n soff."
Ah kisses him `gain. "Yah shuhdin't worry. Don't worry!
Yah'll git all bettah. Ah'm sho!" Ah give him a big smahle. "An'
ah'll be atakin' care a yah. Yah'll see. Yah'll be a gittin' all
bettah real, real soon. Ah promises."
Ah moves mah hand down tuh his big hard dick and pushes it unner
the lastic a the jockies. Its so hot `n hard `n athrobbin' an' ah
feels ever'thang `cludin' the stuff aleakin' outta his pissin' slit.
Ah puts mah finger ovah Artie's pissin' slit. It feel suh fuckin'
good. It feel suh fuckin' hot. It feel suh fuckin' wunnerful tuh be
heyah in ahr bed aplayin' wit' Artie's bod all ovah `gain.
A new Artie...a diffent Artie...a bettah Artie.
Ah'm jess so fuckin' happy tuh have Artie back wit' me. So, so
happy!
End of Section 5