Date: Mon, 17 Feb 2003 23:36:05 -0800 (PST) From: Skidd O Rowe Subject: Eleven Fifty Seven Part one (M/b, cons, no sex-yet) WARNING! This FICTIONAL STORY contains sexual situations between an ADULT MALE and a MINOR BOY. If that offends you, just DON'T READ IT! Simple as that. I DO NOT ENDORSE OR ADVOCATE such behavior or situations like this, except within the confines of one's mind and/or the written word. It's just a FAIRY TALE, folks. No real harm done. OK? Skiddo12@yahoo.com READ! NO SEX YET! This is part one. Wait for part two! [Man/boy, pedo, cons, oral, anal, tickle, feet] ======= 11:57PM ======= by Skidd O. Rowe (PART ONE) -7:57pm- "Pumpkin," I said as I pulled up to the curb outside the hotel. "We're here, Pumpkinhead. Pumpkin?" Popped the CD out of the player as I glanced back to see Joshua sprawled horizontally across the back seats - sound asleep. At 4'7", he wasn't a tight fit. The kid was on his back with his blu backpack under his sweet lil'head. Lord, he's so damned cute, I thought. Musta sighed as I soaked in the sight of him; Beatle-cut auburn mop with those silky bangs across his forehead, the long eyelashes of his closed eyes, those cute freckles by the sides of his adorable elfin nose, and those pretty pink-rose lips of his tiny boy mouth. Such a peaceful sleeping beauty doll of a male child. Ironic. Normally, Josh is a super hyper-active energizer bunny of a boy. Always fidgety, never sitting still. Yet there he was - sleeping like the baby he still was. Was pretty sleepy myself. Guess Mozart will do that to you during a five-hour drive, or so I've been told. Good thing I parked next to the hotel entrance, cause the rain was falling with a vengeance that night. Made a swift exit `n' entry from my car to the lobby desk. Booked a single for two and asked the desk clerk were the payphone was. Got Lynn's answering machine, so I left a message that Josh and I were only two hours away. We'd spend the night here, then we'd arrive tomorrow by ten in time to get together with her and the boys. Tomorrow was a big day for me and Josh; our birthdays, gonna celebrate Josh's first decade alive and my third. Hoped tomorrow would be sunny. Rushed back out into the downpour to my car trunk with the key already in my hand. Pulled out my umbrella first, then a large black duffel bag with a shoulder strap. Opened the car door and tapped Josh's leg a few times to wake him. But the boy just let out a soft moan and rolled on his side. Poor Pumpkinhead was really pooped. With a little effort, and a heavy bag on my shoulder, I carried my 78 pound pride `n' joy from the back seat into the lobby. The clerk was dealing with an elderly couple as I headed toward the elevators. "M-marv?" Josh murmured half-asleep as we got off at the ninth floor. "We there yet?" Got the door open and let the heavy duffel bag slip to the floor as I carried Josh to the double-bed and gently laid his small body across it. My hair was soaked but his was just slightly matted. The few raindrops across his cheeks almostlooked like tears. What a sweet sight he was. Tucked a pillow under his head and unlaced his white Reeboks. I carefully pulled one shoe off his foot and then the other. Sniffed the inside of Josh's left shoe, almost without thinking. Musta been groggy from all that long driving. The sweaty smell from Josh's shoe was a sweeter aroma than all the flowers in the garden of eden. Within seconds of that scent entering my nostrils, my boiling blood cells rushed from my soaked head to my rapidly growing cock. Really wasn't thinking. Common sense always took a vacation once my repressed boylust emerged. I looked and leered at the dirty soles of Josh's sock-clad feet. Could easily make out the smudgy outlines of the kid's toes, curved arches and heels against the white fabric. Leaned over and across till my nose was only inches from the child's toes. Took a deep whiff, the odor was stronger and more pungent. My cock throbbed hard against the tightening crotch of my pants. The smell of boyfeet always did this to me. Suddenly, Josh cooed softly. I snapped out of it. Where was my fuckin' head? Was throbbin' like fury and was surely gonna burst thru my trousers like some crazed alien phallux. Dropped the shoe as I headed for the bathroom. Unzipped my fly and all my eight and a half inches sprung forth; a thick veiny pulsing erection with the mind of it's almost thirty year-old owner. Tried to piss, but hadda wait a few minutes for my ragin' member to calm down. I flushed and wiped my face with a towel. What the fuck was I thinking? I hadn't forged an emotional bond with a boy like Josh just so I could satisfy my paedophallic animal lust for boyfeet. Josh wasn't some preteen chickenboy whore I could sexually exploit on a fuckin' whim. The boy deserved better then that. Splashed a dash of cold tap across my face whose mirror image I suddenly look notice of. Was a fairly handsome yet very nervous face of a man only three hours and forty minutes away from his thirtieth birthday. Weird, I thought, that Josh and I should share the same birthday. Me and my reflection stared at each other as I reflected back on things. The back and then, the here and now, and the up and coming. Most of it concerned Josh and myself, but not just us. There was the widow of my deceased stepbrother, Lynn, and her two boys, Shawn and Darryl. Hadn't seen the three of them since the funeral. When I last saw Shawn and Darryl, they were seven and eight, respectively. During the four following years of phone calls, letters and e-mails between me and them, Lynn and the boys always let me know how much they all missed having me around. It's not that I didn't want to see Lynn and the boys. Quite the contrary. I've lost count of the times I've missed being hugged by Lynn's little rascals. But since I thought I had come to terms with my sexual feelings for little boys, I believed it might be wise to keep a healthy distance from my stepbrother's children. I loved them enough to put their best interests above my trivial perversities. Yet, they all missed me almost as much as I missed them. Perhaps it was thru my self-imposed state of isolation that set the stage for someone like Josh to enter my life. In a way, Josh was the reason for this situation. Lynn, when I mentioned Josh, made me promise to come and visit here and the boys when Pumpkinhead and I had our next birthdays. As far as Lynn and the boys were concerned, I was family. When they learned about Josh and me, they figured that he's family, too. Makes sense, right? A family that loves you isn't something you stuff in a bag and forget. Forget. Forget? Good grief! Forget Josh's bag! I left Josh's blu backpack in the car. He's gonna want it with him when he's awake. Had it with him when I first met him, maybe even before I met him. It's like his personal security blanket. Every kid has one. Josh never went anywhere without it. Alright. Out of the bathroom and the hotel room I slipped. Fished out a pack a'smokes from my jacket pocket as I entered the elevator and pressed the lobby button. Only one damn smoke left. Nevermind. Planned to quit soon, anyway. Gotta quit worrying, I thought as I stepped into the lobby and thru the front doors. Still raining, opened the car and got the bag. Mission accomplished. From the car thru the lobby and in the elevator I went with Josh's bag. Hell, he's asleep. He'll never know it was gone or that I was gone. We'll be up at 7 or 7:30am, get dressed, get breakfast and get goin'. In two hours flat, we'll be at Lynn's. Just she, me and the three boys all together for a few weeks in the summer. Really hoped tomorrow would be sunny as I got off at the ninth floor. -8:26pm- "The thing's broken," spoke Josh, wide-awake, in that unbroken treble-toned voice of his as I entered the room. "Too hot in here, Marv." "Thought you were tired, Pumpkin," I said as I tossed the boy's bag on the bed while moving toward the far-right corner of the room where Josh was by the windows trying to pull up the blinds. Damn cord was jammed or something. "Where's the air conditioner?" "Told'ja, it's broken. Have'ya seen my bag?" "On the bed, just brought it up," I told the kid as I pushed the blinds aside to reach the window's switch-lock. With some effort, I slide the window open a few inches allowing some cooler air and a few renegade raindrops inside this stuffy dump of a room. "There!" "Whatta dump, huh?" I heard the boy remark as I turned to see him standing between the TV and the bed. Out like Rip Van Winkle minutes ago and now up and about with those priceless emerald-green eyes of his wide open. His blu-denim jacket was off. Just Pumkinhead in his red Spider-Man T-shirt, fading stone-washed blu-jeans, and those smelly white gym socks. The boy's slender arms were wrapped around his precious bag, hugged against his small chest. "Been in worse, ya'know." "Really?" I responded, trying not to sound too inquisitive. Josh grew quiet, green-eyes looking around the room but not at me. He sat at the foot of the bed, his feet off the rug. Zipped his bag open and looked thru it. Don't know what's in it. Josh has never shown me, but he made me promise to never look in his bag. One of the deals of our relationship. I'd never pry into his things or his past before I met him three years ago. Agreed. Pumpkin was entitled to his secrets. He'll show`n'tell me when he's ready...someday. "Okay, Pumpkin," I said, with a yawn, hoping to set the stage for us to get some shuteye. "We gotta two-hour drive ahead of us in the morning. Let's hit the hay so we can be up by...(YAWN)...seven." "I'm hungry!" , peeped the unsleepy youngster while rubbing his little tummy. "Hungry? Now?" "Justa little." I sighed. "Pumpkin...uh...well, maybe a bedtime snack. A Twinkie?" "A HOT DOG!" "Hot dog?" "Pleeeeeeaase?" he pleaded looking up at me wearing that Keane-painting expression with those emerald-eyes all puppy-wide. "Whadda want on it?" "Musturd, relish, catsup!" "Sure, nothing to drink?" "Yeah, a Coke!" "Of course," I answered with a touch of subtle sarcasm which I figured Josh would be too young to detect. "No problem. Think I spotted an all-night diner bout ten miles from here. Be back in a flash." As I headed for the door, Josh scooted off the bed and wrapped his short arms around my waist. "Thanks, Marv," he softly spoke as I felt the embracing child's small head pressed against my chest. I gently stroked the small boy's silky mop as he looked up at me with a wide wonderful dimple-cheeked smile on his sweet face. I then slowly broke off our tight embrace for fear that he might feel the lengthening organ in my pants pressing against his belly. "Yer the kewlest." "So are you, pumpkin," I said as headed out the door. "Mustard, relish, ketchup and a coke." "Uhhh, could'ja make it a Yahoo?" First thing I noticed as I stepped thru the lobby door was that the rain had stopped. Fished my last smoke out of my jacket pocket as I breathed in the misty air. Noticed a 24/7 convenience store across the rain-slicked street while wondering how would I get my lil'Pumkinhead to go to bed. Justa chocolate Yahoo would keep him up for hours, and I needed my sleep. I lit up as the green light did and crossed over toward the store. A homeless man was standing next to the entrance, collecting donations for his next bottle, maybe. Sucked a half-inch off my smoke when I turned and looked up at the Hotel, saw the light from the ninth floor room. That's when it occurred to me. He musta wanted me out of the room. Yeah! Josh, that lil' green-eyed imp, was probably searchin' my bag right now for hidden presents. Ha! Bet he was just playin' possum in the backseat all the time. Most of his presents were in the trunk, but I had three videogame CDs wrapped inside a shirt at the bottom of my bag. Would not be surprised if my shirt was in that boy's greedy hands now. Just like last Christmas. Pumpkinhead sniffed out every single present I had hidden prior to the 25th. Couldn't enter the damn house without him somehow sensing that I had somethin' for him. Kid could read me like those old gay porn mags I had hidden in my room. Josh found those too. Enough. Tossed that smokin' butt in the gutter. Went and bought the kid's hot dog and Yahoo. Also bought myself a can of Coke and a fresh pack of smokes. Might need em', tonight. Crossed the street tryin' to think of ways to get hyper-boy to get to sleep. Won't be easy with this junk in his system. Air was feelin' as stuffy as the damn room, since the rain stopped. Better be fuckin' sunny tomorrow. (END OF PART ONE) skiddo12@yahoo.com Flame me if you're dyin' to be ignored!