Date: Fri, 23 Feb 2001 12:56:14 -0700
From: ZaneG7@excite.com
Subject: Snow Falcons

This is a work of fiction the characters are not based on any real people.
Please do not read if you are not of legal age, or Adult-Youth stories get
your goat or any other animal you think of. Comments can be directed to
ZaneG7@excite.com Flames will go up in smoke. Other comments will be
greatly appreciated. By the way thanks Danny.

Dimly I remembered that I had shown him the guestroom and helped him get
settled there. He was wearing my University of Kentucky sweatshirt, and a
pair of my silk boxers that fit him like shorts, when I turned out the
light, yet here he was lying beside me waking me out of a dream, or was I
still in a dream? The boy cuddled beside me apologizing for waking me up
and in the same breath begging me to let him suck me. I fought with myself
not to take advantage of him, while he was already at work. He was reaching
inside my pajamas and nesting my hardened cock in his active hands. His
fingers slipped inward to the tip where he stroked my very aware cock,
which came to life in his hands like a marionette; he was leading into a
show. I didn't have a chance. I was his, he would be mine.

What he was doing to me would make him mine. He crooned in my ear softly,
"Pleasee love me. The cute ass wiggling seductively towards me as the boy
gyrated in the motion that was calling my cock to life, it was now as taunt
as a high dive, and I knew where it wanted to spring, yet I knew what he
was doing. He was terrified that I would call the authorities on him. He
wanted me to be his accomplishment in a deed that could land me in jail
too. He was afraid, and I was even more so. I was afraid that I was falling
in love with him. It was love at first sight, and first sight was only that
late afternoon. It was like a strange omen I saw as I had looked out my
kitchen window. The time to be measured as the time before he fell into my
life, like a fallen birds, a fallen snow falcon.

It was still light out, but dusk had been approaching. Two male falcons had
flown over the snow their shadows crossing making one gigantic bird. They
flew in a circle like they were dancing for each other. Falcons usually
flew in pairs, were these two hunting partners, or were they birds of a
feather who resisted the call of nature to be different. I placed the
scaling coffee that I was about to drink, grabbed my Nikon and leather
jacket, and went out the kitchen door silently to stalk them for a picture.
In the lapse of time they were gone from the back yard headed into the
woods which was still part of my property.

BANG PING BANG SHAAP the woods echoed with gunshot.

"Damn, fucking hunters trespassing again", I remember uttering out loud. I
didn't mind when the neighboring kids came by, even fixing the stones that
would spill off the dry wall as they used the walls as a type of playground
that circled the property. I had no problem with them, I enjoyed their
antics but some day a hunter would mistake a child, and tragedy would
happen. I was about to turn around and go back inside when I had a feeling
to head down to the pond, which was a quarter-mile from the house.

The hunters must have moved on. I didn't hear them again. Finally I arrived
at the pond which was now quiet. At first I spotted nothing but the rustle
of cattails and the shadows of the gray sky reflected in the gray waters.
There was a silent drone as the birds had taken off from the gunfire. They
must have screeched as I was still burning up from frustration of having to
put up with the careless intruders. I was ready to turn back when I spotted
the boy. He was lying still in the snow. At first I thought that he was
dead or shot, as I knelt down I could hear a ragged breath. I knew that I
had to get him help quickly and cursed myself for forgetting my cell-phone
when I came outside. I saw that he had not been shot, but I had no idea how
he had been injured. He felt very light as I lifted him to carry back to
the house. I was hoping that I would not hurt him further but I had to get
him out of the cold.

He sighed as he felt the heat of my chest. When I got inside I gently
placed him down. on the window bench and went to use the phone.

"Please you mustn't call, they will kill me." He whispered with effort.

"You're injured, I need to get you some help." I told him.

"NOOO oh please, just let me go." He looked frantic and I put the phone
down and walked over to him. I got a better look. He had long dirty blond
hair, and gray eyes that seemed too large for his face. I would have
guessed that he was anywhere from twelve to fourteen.

"They'll take me to jail."

"What did you do, and who are you?"

"I'm Reed, I killed someone" at that he started to cry.

"Damn I was ready to pick up the phone at once when I got an image of this
boy being brutally treated for years, I saw him being beaten over and over
unmercifully, finally he snapped I would have too. I sensed that the man
who abused him held some type of powerful position. He wasn't dead, but he
would have the boy placed where he could be silenced.

"I need to check you for frostbite, I'll get my first aid kit, or perhaps I
should just throw you in a warm bath and make some soup."

"Yesss that would be nice, please."

"Okay Reed, we'll take this one step at a time I'll stick my neck out for
you a little if you cooperate with me." I may not have said anything but I
had been surfing these boy love sites lately and noticed how the boy came
first, then societies rules. This boy clearly was in trouble. He was too
young to be discovered half-frozen in a stranger's yard. I didn't bear to
think of what his fate would have been if he had spent the night half
buried in the snow. Someone else should be serving jail time I thought.

"Are you from around here Reed?"

"No, I've been hitch-hitching since yesterday."

"I need to call your folks you know."

"My Mom died in June. There's just my step-dad, well there was until today,
and he started to cry anew which wasn't helping the raging temperature that
I suspected he had. I leaded over and felt his forehead, it was burning
hot. I got two aspirin and made him stumble to the bathroom. He sat on the
toilet as I started the water. I wanted to bring down the temperature and
warm him up at the same time. I looked at him closely looking for
frostbite. He seemed almost powerless to move so I leaded over him like he
was a very young child. First I took off his shoes and socks. They were
very worn tennis shoes, not at all what a boy from a well off home should
wear. I tenderly took his feet in my hands to warm them up and search for
frostbite. Satisfied that his feet were all right I looked at his pants.
Should I take the liberty of fully undressing him?

He seemed to read my mind, and lay back more listless than before. I helped
him sit with his head against the toilet which I propped with a towel as I
went over and filled the bath, as an afterthought I added some bath salt
that had been sitting around for a year or two, left behind from a
forgotten guest.

"Are you ok Reed? I am getting the bath ready now, do you need me to help
you undress?"

"Yes, Please Sir, I am sooo tired."

"I never told you my name did I, it's Lee."

"Thank you Lee for taking me in." He rolled over so I could get his jeans
off, he really wanted me to help him, I could see that his fingers were
still numb. He wenched when I touched them.

"They feel like pins and needles." He softly complained.

His gray eyes like large reflective mirrors watched me as I unsnapped and
unzipped too anxious to see what lay beneath. His skin was silk to my
touch; I slid his jeans and almost sighed in appreciation as I saw his
hairless thighs. I wanted to touch them; even his vaccination mark was hard
to resist. He reached down to pull off his briefs. I looked down and felt
sorry for him again. They were off white from too many washing, and had
several holes; I could see the pink of his scrotum peeking out. Who made
this boy wear such rags!

He looked up, as he stopped, "My hands won't work."

So there I was pulling down the last barrier between him and all that
should remain private in a strange boy. But God was he beautiful, a tiny
mushroomed boy cock, the sweet balls of a youth, a few golden hairs, and he
let me look all that I wanted. Finally I tore my eyes away and unbuttoned
his flannel shirt, Like his underwear it was worn, and missing a button, I
started to feel sorry for him until I saw his back. He tried to hide it
from me by leaning against the toilet, and moving his groin so I would look
at that, and ignore the rest of him, but I saw and I wanted to kill
someone. His back was scared, and lanced. Someone had beaten him and broken
the skin where no one would see. It looked like he had been whipped a
hundred times. Tears formed in my eyes as I started to say something. He
turned his head in embarrassment, so I said nothing. I was no longer
aroused, just angry. It reconfirmed the image I had of him, of him being
abused by the faceless man that entered my mind. Gently I helped him ease
into the tub.

"Are you ok if I go away for a few minutes. I want to find you some clothes
to wear. I'm a bit bigger than you, but I'm sure I can come up with
something for you to wear if you don't mind sweatshirts to your knees."

"Thank you Lee."

"I ran around looking for things he would need. When I came back he was out
of the tub with a towel wrapped around his upper torso, his picture perfect
genitals still on display.

"I'm feeling better now." His skin was no longer muddy, and the dirty blond
hair was a pale silvery blond, he was the most beautiful boy I had ever
seen.

He was ravenously hungry now that his fever was down and went through two
cans of soup, I wished I could offer him something else but I was afraid
to. Tomorrow if he was hungry I would make him a feast for a king.

"You're not going to call anyone are you Lee?" he begged me.

"Not tonight, we'll talk about it tomorrow, ok?"

"I'm tired, can I sleep with you?"

"Reed, I have a guest room, that is where you are going to spend the
night. You'll be perfectly safe."

"Yes, I'll be safe for tonight."

I stayed up for several hours wondering what I should do. Finally I too
went to bed. I must have slept for a few hours when I knew that I wasn't
alone. He was accomplishing his goal as he petted my cock. My body wanted
to fuck him, but my mind roared "No". With a will of iron I moved his hands
away.

"Reed, you are offering me the most precious gift a boy can give a man. I
would give anything to make love to you this second, in fact I don't have
to tell you that, you can feel."

"Then why not Lee, I want your cock inside of me. Believe me it won't be
the first time."

"Because if it ever came to that between us I would need to be your friend
first, and I am trying now to figure out how to help you. Let's not
complicate it yet."

"Are you going to turn me in?"

"No."

"Can I sleep with you?"

"Yes."

As he cuddled against me he seemed content. I ran my hand through his silky
hair and wondered what I would do next."

Author's Note:

I will continue this story if there is any interest.