Date: 26 Nov 1999 13:50:51 -0800
From: dctopman@members.gayweb.com
Subject: Barefoot Boy--Final Chapter

Barefoot Boy

Chapter 8 - Finding Stevie

I opened my eyes and stared up at the ceiling tiles.  The room was very
quiet.  The only sounds being made were the wet, slurping noises of Dale's
lips and tongue lapping along the underside of my steel, hard shaft and
sucking the head between his hot, wet lips.  It felt awesome!  Dale had
obviously done this before.  And he had done it more times than he was
letting on.  I maneuvered my ass more toward the edge of the cushion and
spread my legs even wider apart.  Dale was now able to suck almost the
entire length of my cock into his mouth and throat.

My balls still burned from their previous torture, but Dale's actions more
than overcame the pain.  I looked down at the top of Dale's head bobbing up
and down.  I reached down with both hands and wrapped my fingers through
his hair.  I didn't exert any force.  I just laid my hands on his head and
relished the feeling of his hot lips wrapped tightly now around my shaft.
I watched as his cheeks hollowed every time he would suck hard.  I knew I
wouldn't last long.

My orgasm came quickly and forcefully.  Dale's cheeks bloated out from the
volume.  He quickly regained control though and began swallowing fast.
Another spasm and another long, hard squirt of my juices filled his mouth.
He just kept swallowing.  Four more times, my groin muscles contracted
forcing sperm down Dale's throat.  My toes were curled over tightly and my
entire body was shiny wet from sweat.  Dale slowly withdrew, letting my now
limp cock flop from between his lips.  He was panting as he looked up at me
and smiled.  I just stared at him in disbelief.  Then closed my eyes.  He
stood up slowly and as he did my hands dropped lazily from his head and
onto the sofa's cushions.

"Man, you were loaded!" Dale said while whipping his lips with the back of
his hand.

I opened my eyes and looked sleepily up at him.  The previous trials of the
bathroom door and just unloading an unusually large amount of cum left me
tired and listless.

"You look like shit, dude.  You need to get some rest."

Dale bent over and lifted both my ankles and pulled them up and onto the
couch.  I maneuvered my ass, centering it.  I could feel myself already
drifting off as Dale returned from my bedroom with a blanket.  He gingerly
lay it atop me.  The last thing I remember is hearing my apartment door
close as he left.


* * * * *

It was an unusually cold, dreary day as I walked through the local park.
Of course, it really wasn't a park at all.  It was actually a state forest.
I had driven down the almost mile long, straight as an arrow, gravel road
and had parked my car by the large pond.  As I walked up toward the picnic
area, I heard voices coming from an obviously large group of men.  I walked
toward the voices and now could discern their outline ahead.  There they
were, up by the picnic tables, a large group of men obviously watching some
sort of spectacle.  They were making loud and lewd comments about whatever
it was.  I continued to walk toward the crowd.  A few of them looked at me
as I approached but said nothing.  I made my way through them, moving
toward whatever it was they were all watching.

As I moved through the last layer of men, I at last saw what it was.  There
was Stevie bent over the end of a picnic table.  He was completely nude.  A
stocky, partially dressed man was thrusting his very large and very hard
cock between Stevie's perfectly smooth, white ass cheeks.  Stevie was
gripping the edges of the table with both hands.  His eyes were shut tight
and he grimaced with pain at each brutal stroke.  His belly was pressed
hard against the top of the table.  His legs spread wide apart, he was
standing almost of tiptoes as the man continued to drive his cock in and
out of Stevie's beautiful asshole.

I looked down and took hold of my hardening cock and began slowly stroking
it.  I too was naked.  As naked as Stevie.  All the other men were dressed
in what appeared to be gang colors.  There must have been thirty of them.
My nakedness didn't appear to concern them though as all of them stared at
the man fucking Stevie and continued making lewd comments.

"Give it to the slut, Pauley!"

"Fuck his ass hard, dude!" they shouted.

I stared for a moment at the crowd and then back at the picnic table in
front of me.  I kept stroking my cock.  It felt hard and larger somehow.  I
could barely get my fingers around it.  Precum dripped continuously from
its tip.  I stared at the backs of Stevie's fine legs.  There was
absolutely no hair nor even discernable fuzz.  The boy's body was perfectly
smooth.  Both cheeks of his beautiful white ass wiggled as the thighs of
his lover, rapist, or whatever he was, slammed into them.  I marveled at
the perfection of Stevie's boy body.  My eyes traveled further down his
flawless legs.  Both heels of his small bare feet were raised up off the
dark-black soil beneath them.  His toes were spread out evenly so as to
distribute his weight.  The boy's body was perfect.  Every time I saw it, I
had to stop and be amazed by its perfection.

The man fucking Stevie now gripped both his hips tightly and drove his cock
in and out of the boy with fevered abandon.  Stevie began to moan now as
the cock drove in and out like a pile driver.  I knew the man was close to
cumming.  For the first time since my arrival, Stevie opened his eyes in
order to look back at his assailant.  In doing so, his eyes caught mine and
for several seconds we just stared at each other.

Stevie dropped his head back to the table as the man began his final
assault.  Driving hard and deep now with each powered thrust, the man was
searching for that perfect spot to unload his seed.  Finding it, he let out
a howl as his cock began spurting his load into Stevie's cunt.  It was such
an obscene spectacle to watch.  I could picture the man's cum squirting
into Stevie's ass under pressure.  I could imagine the man's live sperm
swimming frantically trying to find an egg to fertilize deep inside
Stevie's perfect body.  God, it was like Stevie was being impregnated.

The man collapsed across Stevie's back.  Both man and boy panted in the
aftermath of the mating.  Droplets of sweat dripped from Stevie's bare
skin.  The man suddenly stood up and pulled his still semi-hard cock from
Stevie's ass.  Cum immediately dripped from the lips of Stevie's swollen
rectum and dripped onto the ground and the backs of his legs.  I still had
my cock in my hand and stroked it slowly as I stared directly at Stevie's
slimy hole.  I had to fuck him.  Stevie looked back at me, never moving
from where he lie on the table.  I stepped forward, cock still in my hand.
My cock felt huge and swollen like never before.  I positioned myself
between Stevie's still wide-open legs.  I pressed the head of my cock
against his hole and was about to thrust it deeply into his bowels.

Hands grabbed me from every direction.  I struggled to sink my cock into
Stevie but it wasn't to be.  The hands firmly restrained me.

"Plllleeeaaaasssseeeeeeee!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.


* * * * *


It was quiet and dark.  It took me a moment to realize where I was and what
had happened.  The rough fabric of the sofa had rubbed my skin raw in some
areas.  Obviously, I had thrashed around quite a bit in the throes of my
adventure.  My cock was hard as a rock.  Its funny how the subconscious has
no way of discerning reality from what was just a dream.

I sat upright and slowly stretched my legs out in front of me.  My balls
still ached and were very swollen.  I wondered what had happened to Stevie.
Where was he?  Had they taken him away from the apartment complex?  Then it
dawned on me.  What the hell am I thinking?  Those guys said they'd kill me
if I even so much looked at Stevie.

Too many questions, I thought to myself.  And still too fuzzy a brain to
try to sort them all out.  I attempted to stand.  The pain was
excruciating.  My balls were swollen to twice their normal size.  I
wondered if maybe Dale was right.  Perhaps I should see a doctor.  I
staggered to the bathroom and took a long, hard piss.

Still naked, I walked to my bedroom and looked for a pair of jeans to put
on.  Finding a crumbled pair, I pulled them onto my legs.  I scowled with
pain as the crotch of the jeans came in contact with my sore testicles.  I
struggled quickly to button up the fly.


* * * * *

Several more weeks had passed and there had been absolutely no sign of
Stevie.  Dale and I had become much closer friends, hopefully without Wanda
suspecting a thing.  I tried my best to concentrate on my studies and get
serious about school.  I figured I had put Stevie behind me and tried not
to ponder his fate.  For all I knew, he did this stuff because he wanted
to.  I tried not to think about the fact that his 28th Avenue gang member
friends were somehow coercing him.

It was now fall and the autumn leaves were falling lazily from every tree
on the complex's property.  I always liked the fall.  It was always such
relieve after suffering through the hot, humid summers here.  I had just
returned to my apartment and heard the phone ringing as I pulled the key
from the lock of my door.  The door slammed shut just as I reached the
phone and picked it up.

"Hell-o."

"Hey man, this is Dale."

"How you doing, dude?" I asked.

"You'd better get over to apartment 2C across the way from you," Dale said
almost frantically.

"What's going on, man?" I asked.

"Just get your ass over here right away," Dale said then hung up.

Leaving my apartment and walking down the hallway toward the stairwell, I
wondered what Dale was up to now.  His wife, Wanda, had taken over as
resident manager about a month earlier but Dale did most of the minor
repair work around the place.

Apartment 2C, I wondered to myself as I crossed the expanse of lawn
separating the two buildings.  Why does that sound familiar?  I entered the
door and stairwell where I had first met Stevie.  His old bike was still
stuffed up under the stairwell just where he had left it.  I began climbing
the steps to the second floor hallway.  Dale met me at the top of the
stairs.

"You're fucking not going to believe this," he said.

"What the hell is going on?" I asked annoyingly.

"Just follow me.  I was going to begin painting this apartment this
afternoon."

Dale used his passkey to open the door.  We both walked into the empty
apartment.

"Do you remember who use to live here?" Dale asked.

"I don't have a clue."

"This is where that kid Stevie and his mom lived before.  Well, you know."

"Oh yeah.  So what's going on?"

"Follow me," Dale said as he walked toward the bedroom door.

This apartment was laid out pretty much the same as mine except it was a
little bigger.  As we walked down the hallway I realized the difference was
this was a two-bedroom apartment and mine was only a single.

We walked into the smaller of the two bedrooms.  I was absolutely shocked
at what I saw.  There sitting in the corner of the apartment was Stevie.
Even skinnier than before and, as usual, only wearing dirty and torn jeans,
he had on no shirt and was barefoot.  The soles of his feet were black and
looked like they hadn't been washed in weeks.  Indeed, his whole body was
filthy and he looked like he hadn't had a good meal in a while.

"Stevie?" I said dropping to my knees in front of him.  "What's happened to
you?  Where have you been?"

"I asked him not to get you.  I told him we aren't suppose to see each
other anymore."

I looked up at Dale.

"I just figured you'd want to know is all," Dale said.

I turned back toward Stevie.

"Don't worry about that right now, Stevie.  What's happened to you?"

"Nothing.  I am doing OK.  I am going to move away from here.  I just came
back here to rest for a little while."

Stevie's wrists and ankles were both reddened and raw looking.  You could
still see the impressions cords had made in his skin.  He had obviously
been tied recently.

"Stevie, where are you living now?  What happened to your wrists?" I asked.

Stevie grabbed his right wrist with his left hand, trying to hide the
obvious wounds.

"I was just messing around with some of the guys."

I stood up.  Here we go again, I thought to myself.  This kid doesn't want
my help.  He doesn't want anyone's help.

"Do you still remember my phone number?" I asked him.

Stevie looked at me with those big, brown eyes.  His shaggy hair almost
covered them.

"Yeah, I remember it."

"Call me if you want me to help you.  OK?"

He kept staring at me but now I saw a different look in his eyes.  This
time he didn't look so defiant.  This time he looked like a scared little
kid.  He still didn't say anything.

I turned and began to leave.

"We just can't leave him here," Dale said.

I turned and looked at Dale.

"Listen to you.  Isn't that the same thing I said to you when we found him
in the laundry room with those guys?"

Dale didn't say anything.  I turned and looked back at Stevie.  He had
stood up and was leaning against the corner of the room.  I could see his
ribs.

"Stevie.  I'm going to be moving away from here soon too.  Do you want to
come with me."

I wish I could describe the change in Stevie's face as my words sunk into
his brain.  He almost smiled.

"What do you mean move away?  Where are you moving to?" he asked.

I walked toward him and placed my hand against his cheek.

"Just away from here, kiddo.  Anywhere but here."

Those were the magic words.  His face broadened into a big smile.

"Yes," is all he said.

He stepped forward and I wrapped my arms around him.  I hugged him and he
hugged me -- tighter than either of us had ever been hugged before.


Thanks to all of you faithful "Barefoot Boy" followers for your kind emails
and for relentlessly prompting me to finish this.  Your comments and
suggestions are always welcome.  Please send them to
dctopman@members.gayweb.com.