Date: Fri, 11 Apr 2008 17:43:54 -0700 From: Wolf pomo Subject: Donnie and the Neighbor 2 (gay / adult youth, b/M) DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boy's discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between an underage boy and adult males... If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the topic deceitful the please leave now. If you enjoy the story or if it evokes memories of your own, please let me know. I am happy to write stories from outlines. Copyright 2008 Wolf, All Rights Reserved. You may contact me at whitewold999@icqmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Donnie and the neighbor 2 The Crazy Man Story By Wolf While Marc was enjoying Donnie's company on the research vessel he told him a number of stories about growing up in up-state New York. One of the stories he told was about when he was a boy going to a Catholic Grammar School. The school was run by an order of Benedictine Nuns. It was located in a mountainous area. It was known for the up thrusted limestone slate that caused a number of waterfalls that flowed into lakes in the lowlands. It made for picturesque vistas. The nuns would take the boys and girls for long walks for physical exercise. When the students were off of the school grounds they had to march in an orderly fashion, two by two on roads and single file on mountain trails. They normally separated the girls and boys on different trails but when they got back down to the road leading back to the school they would let the girls lead the way back to school. The nun's were like mother hens looking after their chicks. When he was in the fifth grade there was in incident that set the community on its ear. One summer a crazy guy showed up in the area. When he had an audience he would strip off his clothes and toss them up into the air until they would land over the power lines right in the middle of the market square. Then he would command them to come down. Of course the local constable would arrive and take him into custody. There was no law forbidding nudity so the only charge they could charge him was creating a public disturbance. He would parade around naked. He was the talk of town. The crazy guy had long scraggly hair and beard. The feature that got the attention of all of the observers was the sight of his cock. It was always in full state of arousal. The girls in the school would hide their faces behind their hands but would giggle when talking about seeing it for days. One of the afternoons when the students were coming back to the school and reached the road they were confronted by the mad man standing in the middle of the road stark naked. The nun's hustled the girls past the man and back through the safety of the gates of the school compound, while admonishing them not to look at the unfortunate man. Of course all of the girls looked at the naked man as the scurried past him. The boys tossed stones at the man to drive him away. That caused him to chase the boys in all directions. He was running in all directions until he managed to catch one of his 11-year-old classmates. The boy happened to be a friend of his. They had been running down a grassy slope. The crazy man pulled the boy's clothes off. The boy was screaming. The rest of the boys and the nuns froze in their tracks at the sight off what was happening. The boy started peeing and the man took his cock into his mouth and drank his piss. All hell broke loose. The boys started screaming and throwing rocks at him. The man picked up the boy and disappeared from sight in the brush. The nun's were frightened to let the boys look for the man and called them all back before they got out of sight. They called the police and a man hunt was started. They searched all night. The town's people were called in and tracking dogs were brought in. They followed every trail after the dogs lost the scent when they came to a stream. Teams went up and down both banks trying to find where they had come out of the stream. Marc said that he knew the area well enough to know that the higher they went up into the mountains the rockier it got. There were a number of streams and rivers cutting through the area along with many waterfalls that may not have been seen by men for decades. There were shear rock cliffs that attracted only experienced rock climbers. There were known to be caves up there that had never been charted too. The boy was found a week later still totally naked. They rushed him to the hospital and kept him from public sight for awhile. It was reported that the boy had been molested but had been found in good shape. Apparently the man had fed the youth, kept him worm and bathed him under a waterfall. When the hospital released the youth, his family took him home and made plans to sell their home and move to another area where no one would know what had happened to their son. Marc said that he had been friends with him at school. They had even had participated in some circle jerks. His family had allowed Marc to visit him at their home. At first he didn't want to talk about what had happened but eventually he opened up and started talking about what had happened to him after they lost sight of them in the brush. He told Marc that the guy covered his mouth and carried him down stream and hid in the brush until the searchers passed them and after dark he carried him upstream. He picked some plants along the way. When they came out of the stream he dragged the plants behind them to mask their scent. He carried him and dragged him up trails until he came to the cave close to where they found him. The cave was where he had been living for sometime. It had bags of old clothes and blankets. He had carried in pine needles that he used to make a mattress on a shelf in the cave in case water was to flow through the cave. There was a trickle of water flowing from the back of the cave that flowed out of the mouth of the cave. There was some brush growing over the opening of the cave that made it hard to see the opening. There were rocks riled in a circle in the back of the cave. There was a small shaft, no more that a crack back there, that allowed the smoke to escape without smoking up the cave. There were rusty cans piled up against one corner. He had some candles in soup cans that he used to light the cave at night. As soon as he got him to the cave he threatened him. He was crazy looked and that was enough to convince him that the man would do what he said. He never heard anyone looking for him until they found him sitting in a pool under the waterfall. Marc said, he asked him what he had done to him. The boy got a strange smile on his face before he closed his eyes and started talking about his adventure. He said it was freighting when he was carrying him away and then dragging him up to the cave. It was dark in there even during the day. It took him awhile to see anything. When he saw the makeshift bed on the shelf the man was already dragging him in that direction. The guy sat him on the bed and he straddled his body and sat on his chest. The guy had hold of his wrists. He tried to struggle but he was not strong enough to get away from the man. He said, "Remember how long that guy's cock was when we saw him naked? Well as he sat on my chest that long tallywaker was right in front of my face. He demanded that I open my mouth and if I bit him he said he would knock all of my teeth out." "That guy's cock was unbelievable. It was all I could do to get the knob in my mouth. He looked clean enough but his body odor was strong. Apparently the guy augmented his food supply with wild onions. The smell and taste of his skin reflected the strong onions. His cock was choking him as the man tried to stuff all of that cock into his mouth." He went on about him fucking his mouth until he filled it with warm cum. He made him swallow it. He made them something to eat. He added a lot of wild onions to the soup. It was strong but he ate it anyway. At least after he ate the onion soup he no longer smelled them on the crazy old man. The old man would not let him put anything on to cover up his naked body. When it grew dark outside the old man made him lay on his makeshift bed. The man would not let him cover his body so the only way to keep worm was to cuddle up against his body. The old man's cock was rubbing against his butt. He said that he feared what the man was going to do. He could hardly see with so little light from the moon and stars filtering through the cave entrance. He felt the beard rubbing against his back. The man had his hand wrapped around his waist gripping his dick. He was jacking him off slowly. The man eventually wedged his cock between his legs and fucked him until he shot cum all over the insides of his thighs. In the morning his legs were crusted with dried cum. The guy used a rag and dipped it in the trickle of water running through the middle of the cave to wash his body. He was ranting about all kinds of things. The man was taking to him about how everyone was destroying the environment and how everyone needed to return to living like the American Indians did. He was friendly to him as of he was starved for company. Sometimes his ravings were not coherent. His threats had him scared for a couple of days. He made breakfast for them. He would not let him out of the cave for fear that he would try and escape or one of the search parties might see him. That afternoon the guy got horny again. This time he used the only lubricant he had. He greased up his cock with Crisco (caned cooking lard). The boy figured out what he was planning to do with his cock and tried to get away but the man grabbed him and forced him to his knees. He made him assume a position like a Muslim and got behind him before sticking his greasy cock into his asshole. The pain was terrible. All he could do was whimper because the man held his hand over his mouth while he fucked him. When the man squirted his cum into his ass he pulled out of him and let him curl up on the bed. He said that he could feel the wet cum oozing out of his ass. He just curled up and cried for awhile. To comfort him the man made him turn over so that he could play with his cock. When he was good and hard he sucked on him. It felt great having the guy suck on it. He would have been happy if the guy had just sucked his cock. The old man seemed to never get enough. It would only take him a short time to recover. The guy would soon have another hard-on and want to fuck him again. He told Marc that he would beg him to let him suck his cock just so he would not fuck his ass again. Sometimes it worked but more often the man had made up his mind to fuck his ass. He lost track how many times he fucked him and how many times he sucked the man's cock. Day turned into night. All they did was eat, suck and fuck. When either of them needed to go to the bathroom the man would tie a rope around his waist and lead him to another cave where they would relieve themselves and cover their waist up with dirt to keep the smell down. By the third day he began to enjoy the feeling of the cock inside him. He would get a raging boner while the man fucked his ass. By the fifth day the man would admonish him to stay in the cave while he foraged for food. He had traps set up to catch small game and he knew what plants were eatable. He would return with food and would prepare the food for them to eat. By the sixth day he would allow him to follow him to the pool to clean up. The seventh day the man felt safe enough to go looking for food while he bathed. That was where he was when the rescue party found him. As they were carrying him out of the mountains he saw the man hiding behind a tree. He did not tell the party he had seen him because he hoped he would get away. The search parties spend weeks looking for the crazy man but the cave had been cleared out. The only reminder that it had been occupied was the blackened rooks in the back of the cave. The pine needles were still in place but the blanket was gone. Telling the story had made bother of their cocks hard so they sucked each other's cock until they had dry climaxes. They never got the chance to dry fucking each other. Marc only got to visit with the boy a couple of times before his parents sold the house and moved the family to an undisclosed location. If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to write about your introduction to the world of male sexuality, please send your outline to whitewold999@icqmail.com