Date: Sun, 6 Mar 2011 18:44:52 -0400 From: Chris Johns Subject: Bo and Timmy Pt.1 Synopsis. David Cummings is a 35 year old single man at the beginning of the story. He is clearing his drive of snow when he spots a small boy and a dog walking towards him. The temperature is so low that he fears for the lives of these two exhausted beings and invites them into his home for something warm. The result is a deep Father and Son type love until the boy is mid teens when they become lovers. Just a little sex between the two, but a long term love of a man, for a boy and his dog. Bo and Timmy Part 1 I Meet My Little Man and His Dog It was damned cold outside. The sidewalks were clear of snow but the frost on them along with the residue of the previous day's snow made them quite treacherous. I had just made a final effort to clear my driveway so that I could, at last, get mobile again. Despite all my effort I was still cold to the bone. I thought that no one in their right mind would be out walking in this temperature. How wrong was I? As I turned to walk back into the house I saw them. I'll try to be precise in my description because it beggared belief in this 20 below temperature. `Them', were a boy and a dog. The dog is easy. He looked like a cross breed, I used to call them Heinz 57 variety, he was about the same size as an English Labrador, a lot thinner and a patch work quilt of colours, this was no husky, with his short haired coat he looked about as frozen as it was possible to be and still move. The boy was, I guessed on first assessment, about ten or eleven. Slim, even with all the clothes he was bundled into. I suppose he was about average for his age, if my assessment was correct. He was carrying an overstuffed backpack that looked way too big for him. His head was covered with a Sherlock Holmes cap, the sides pulled down to cover his ears, but I could see his face looked pinched with the cold. To look as cold as he was I reckoned they had been out in the open for some time. That worried me. Hypothermia would take a grip early on anyone remaining exposed to this temperature for too long, and for a small boy I thought it was dangerous. I stopped him as he drew level with my drive and looked at him and the dog more closely. They both looked as though they were ready to drop with exhaustion and cold. "You look like something warm inside both of you wouldn't go amiss at this moment." The boy stopped, and as though a switch had been made, the dog stopped as well. I put out my hand to grip the boy's shoulder because I thought he was going to fall down, and the dog growled at me. As soothingly as I could, I said to the dog, "I'm not going to hurt him boy." The growl stopped and my hand was on the boy's shoulder. "Why don't you both come into the house and at least get some warmth back into your bodies." The boy nodded and walked with me to the house, with the dog alongside, of course. I had a roaring log fire in the lounge and boy and dog just stood in front of it for ages before moving again, by which time I had soup on the go and some leftover meat warmed in the micro wave and put into a dish for the dog. I had no idea what else I could do for the animal, apart from water in another dish, but not cold, just tepid. I watched the boy from the kitchen door as he eventually moved away from the fire and stripped off his back pack and his outer coat. He looked as though he had another two or three on underneath that one. By the time the soup was ready he was down to sweaters, having discarded two more coats. He sat with me in the kitchen and devoured one bowl of soup and some bread. He didn't ask for any more but I filled his bowl, cut some more bread for him and he ate it without comment. "I just heated some cooked meat for your dog and gave him some water. Is there anything else I can do for him?" The boy shook his head. "Timmy." The dog was by his side looking up at him, in a second. "Go and lie down by the fire boy." The dog went and the boy spoke to me. "Thanks Mister. It's awfully cold out there." Huh, master of understatement. It was killing cold. "Like to tell me why you are out in it, and how much further you have to go." "My dad threw Timmy out. We're going to look for somewhere to stay." "Like to fill me in on a few more details?" "Dad doesn't like Timmy. Today he decided I had to get rid of him. I wouldn't so he did." "How long have you had him?" "Since he was a pup. My Mum bought him for me when his mother was going to be put down and all the pups as well. She thought I should have a pet because she said I couldn't have any brothers or sisters." "What does your mum think now?" He shrugged. "She died last week. We buried her yesterday." I couldn't get my head round that. How callous was this man. The boy loses his mother and the day after she is buried he throws out his son's dog. I didn't know what to do or what to say at the moment. I needed more time. "Where are you planning to go?" He shrugged again, "Don't know. I've just got to find somewhere that I can stay with Timmy." "What's your name Son?" "It's Bo, Mister." "Well Bo, I think that if you go out in this again Timmy is likely to die, and you won't be too far behind him. So, would you like to stay here for the night, and then we'll think about where you can go in the morning." "What about Timmy?" "Where does Timmy sleep normally?" "On my bed." "Well, I guess he had better sleep in the same place tonight." Phew, no argument. I couldn't force him to stay, but I was serious about both of then dying if they went out in this. In the morning I could `phone the police and see if they had a missing boy report that day. If so I would take the boy home and see what the father wanted to do. If he hadn't reported the boy missing that would be pretty conclusive proof he didn't care. If he were mine I'd be worried sick. I had a half robe which was towelling. On Bo it would be full length and probably wrap around him twice. "Would you like to go and have a long hot shower, climb into my bathrobe and then come and watch some TV before you go to bed?" "Yes please Sir." "Good, come with me." Bo, and dog, followed me through to the spare bedroom. I had picked up the backpack and now deposited it on his bed. "I'll get my robe, you take your shower and then join me in the lounge. Don't let the dog have a shower as well." He grinned. He looked like a little cherub when he rejoined me. Timmy was still dry, thank heavens. We watched a little TV and then quite early I made hot chocolate for us and saw him into bed, with Timmy up there with him. I left a night light on. When I went to bed I poked my head in the door of Bo's room to make sure he was ok. Timmy was awake and looked at me, but he didn't growl. "Good boy," was all I said and backed out to go to my own room. Lying in bed I gathered my thoughts and my knowledge gleaned so far. All I really knew was that he had been thrown out by his father, or more precisely, the dog had and he had packed a bag and joined him. I didn't know where he lived and I wasn't certain of his age. Not much to go on. I did manage to sleep, plenty of exercise clearing snow had seen to that, but I was awake early, so was Timmy. He was sitting by the back door as I entered the kitchen. I let him out, but he didn't stay there long. He was soon scrabbling at the door and I let him back in. No messing, he was straight back to the bedroom and on the bed with Bo. I looked in on them, Timmy returned my look but Bo was still asleep. I left them and went to make coffee. I was on my second cup when Bo wandered through to the kitchen, still half asleep. He had on a pair of boxers and a T shirt, I could see now how slim he was. "Good morning Bo, sleep well." "Oh yes Sir, thank you." "Good, why don't you go and wash, clean your teeth and I'll get us some breakfast. What would you like?" "Oh, anything." My guess, proved correct later, was that he didn't get breakfast very often. I made porridge and laced a bowl of it with milk and sugar. Hot, nutritional and the sugar would make it palatable for a growing boy. Fruit juice and toast, all devoured by boy and dog. "Now then, what are we going to do with you. I don't think it's a good idea for you to be out in this weather." While I was talking I had a thought. I stooped down and took one of Timmy's paws. I touched the pad and the dog withdrew it very quickly. "Also, I think Timmy will be in serious difficulties if you make him walk today, his paws are very tender." Tears then. "But what am I going to do, I can't go home with him, and I won't leave him." "Ok, how old are you Bo?" "I'm twelve." "What's your last name and what's your address?" He looked frightened now. "I'm not going to make you go home Son, but we need to establish if your dad wants you back." "He won't, he never liked me, it was only mum who kept him off me." "I still need to know who you are." "My last name is Cooper and my dad lives at 2383 West Boulevard." When he told me where West Boulevard was I nearly flipped. That was about fifteen miles away. No wonder the kid was exhausted and the dog in distress. "Do you have a telephone number?" I got it reluctantly and `phoned his father straight away. "Mr. Cooper, good morning. My name is David Cummings. I have your son and his dog here, I wondered what you wanted me to do with them." "Whatever you like, they're both mongrels, I don't want them." "You realise you have a legal obligation to your son for another six years?" "So." "So if I give them to the police you'll be convicted of abandonment of a minor. That carries a jail term." "Look Cummings, I don't want them, I'll pay you to keep the boy, the dog is no concern of mine." "I need to think about this, I'll get back to you." Now what do I do? Talk to a lawyer was the obvious first thing. That proved helpful. I could keep the boy as long as I had a legal paper signed by the father. I got it all sorted before calling the father back. I know, I was letting myself in for trouble. I was a thirty-five year old bachelor, never been married. I had to be gay or a paedophile didn't I? I actually didn't think I was either. Now I was going to add a dog and a boy to my household. More thought and I realised I quite liked the idea. The dog was well behaved from what I could see and the boy was just made to cuddle. He was polite, spoke properly, and showed respect. Hell, he was as cute as any boy I had ever come into contact with. "Bo, your father doesn't want you but he said he'll sign the papers to make me your guardian. Would you like to come and live here with me?" "I don't mind Sir, as long as Timmy can stay too." Timmy looked at me as though he knew what had been said. "In that case I guess we had better make Timmy a bed for him to use when he's not sleeping with you." I grinned and Bo came to me to give me a hug, and a very soft voice said, "Thank you, Sir, we won't be any trouble." Now I just had to sort out the mechanics of it. Lawyers office with a reluctant father. He looked a slob. Back with him to pick up all of Bo's things. I left the man my name and address. "I will expect your support check every month. If you fail to meet your obligations I will see you in prison." I didn't need the money, but I wasn't going to let him get away with abandoning his own kid. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The story is completed, so part 2 in a couple of days.