Date: Sun, 25 Feb 2001 15:20:05 -0700
From: ZaneG7@excite.com
Subject: Snow Falcons (2)

This work is fictional. None of the characters are based on real people.
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SNOW FALCONS, Part 2 By: Zane Hunter Green

The boy was a puzzle! I watched him as he slept beside me. I wondered how
he had survived without food, and one can of soda given to him by a truck
driver or so he had said as he gratefully gulped the soup that I had heated
up for him earlier that evening. I figured that his temperature had been
caused as much by dehydration as the cold. His face was no longer flushed,
and I knew that his fever had broken. I was almost afraid that I would have
to take him to the Emergency Room anyway, tonight. I knew that he wouldn't
go calmly, as he felt it would be taking him to police custody. Even though
I had originally settled him in a guestroom I had fully intended to check
on him. I still was in turmoil on what I should do with him. He was not
unlike a stray dog, or an injured dove, yet he was a boy, and legally I had
no rights to him at all.

In the morning I would have to ply him for more information. Some things
were not adding up. It was hard to concentrate as he turned in bed pressing
his small buttocks against my side. I was also having a hard time thinking
with the hard-on that my little friend had given me before he had fallen
asleep from his exhaustion.

I could stand it no longer, my own hand curled downward where it pressed
against my cock. I simulated the motion that the boy had made, all the time
watching him and fantasizing that I was caught within his beautiful
crevice. Harder and harder I masturbated with thoughts of him. Then I felt
sheepish, was it fair to use him as an image to make love to? I couldn't
help myself, what I wouldn't do for real, was fine in fantasy, oh he
started it! But why, what was the price, did he think that he had to make
me use him sexually so I would carry guilt and not report him to whoever,
and whatever he had been running away from?

It was too easy to hurt him. Had I too hurt him? I groined, as I had to
admit that I had. It hit me hard. I had placed bath salts in the tub as I
ran the water. Some of the marks on his back looked pretty recent. From
what he implied he may have had anal sex and had been cut up there as
well. I knew somewhere in the house I had vitamin E cream, but I didn't
want to wake him up. No wonder he had taken such a short bath. When I made
mention of it, he had stared at his feet. He didn't want me to know that I
caused him pain.

I thought of what I could do to help him. Tomorrow I would check the
Internet for any story about a well-known individual being injured, if the
boy still refused to talk. I already knew that he was probably not going to
say anything until he trusted me. I also had to get him some decent clothes
without drawing attention that I was harboring a boy.

Finally, I must have fallen asleep. I awoke with the strange sensation that
I was being watched. Reed was sitting up in the bed, those bright silver
eyes studying me. I was startled from out of my dream. I remembered two
images. One had a charming young man receiving a college diploma while
waving at me, in the other I stood at the side of the road watching a
funeral procession go by, and I was crying. These types of vivid dreams
always seemed to serve as a warning, and I suspected that I was the boy's
crossroad.

I didn't want him to see my worried expression so I tried to use humor.

"Did my snoring wake you up Reed. I should go to bed with a gag on."

"No, I had to get up to use the bathroom, gags hurt."

My God did someone put a gag on him! "They say that I snore like an active
volcano."

" You didn't snore, Lee, I swear."

"Well I'm glad for that. So young man, now that it is almost daylight. I
need to know how you came to be here, and what I can do to help you."

"I don't want to talk about it, okay."

"No, okay, I am quite sure that you didn't kill anyone, but I am also
beginning to believe that if you had there would have been good reason. I
am not going to turn you in, I promise you that but it would be very hard
for people not to notice that I have a young man living here. You need
clothes, and medical attention too."

"You're not afraid of me?"

"No, why should I be?"

"And I don't make you sick."

"Why would you ever make me sick."

"Because I'm gay, a Homo, I don't deserve to live."

"Who told you that crap?"

"My step-father."

"The more you tell me about him the more I hate him too, go on what did he
do to you."

At that Reed clamed up. Finally he said, "Look, I'll go as soon as you give
me back my clothes. I don't want to be a problem to you. Forget you ever
saw me."

"No way pal. You are now my problem and a good one too. I think that I can
help you Reed, so don't run away quite yet. It would help me thought if you
told me more information about who you are, and how you landed at my pond."

"I can't"

"Well I am certainly not going to force information out of you, secret
agent. If I had to guess I would say your next assignment is to have
breakfast. Your fever appears to be broken. Are you hungry?"

"I am kind of hungry."

"I happen to be a good cook. Do you like French toast?"

"I'm a good cook too."

"You are, good, then you can be my assistant. Let me answer the call of
nature, and then we will make a feast to celebrate your visit. Ok."

I went into the bathroom and shut the door behind me. Slowly it opened and
Reed stood there like a shadow.

"Don't leave me Lee. I am afraid."

He walked over towards the window by the bathtub, perched himself on the
edge and watched me pee. I noticed that the curtain had been opened over
the tub. That was strange. I always left it closed, not that there was a
neighbor to look inside. Reed once again was slipping off his boxer shorts,
but I sensed it was almost mechanical. He looked up at me with guileless
eyes. I wonder how he saw me. There was no way I could be arousing this boy
so early in the morning. I needed a shave, and although I have been told
that I am a handsome man, I was not a hot rock star or anyone else that
would make this boy keep offering himself to me if that was what he was
doing.

"I can suck you, or you can suck me." He invited with a smirky grin on an
otherwise angelic face.

"Reed, why are you so sure that I am a man who has sex with a boy."

"Well, you keep getting hard, I mean when you undressed me last night I
could tell that you liked me, and I was told."

"You were told?"

" Uh I mean that I was told that if I please men they would be nice to me."

"Who told you this?"

"Uh a friend of mine."

"You are a very beautiful boy, and yes it is no secret that I am a gay man
but that does not mean that I would take advantage of a young boy, no
matter how appealing to me. I really think right now you need me to be your
friend. If I had sex with you it would complicate everything, so let's keep
things simple, okay. I am only human, so if you keep waving your perfect
boy cock in my face I am going to have to go around with a blindfold okay."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, just be kind to an old man."

"You're not that old."

"How old do you think I am?"

"Ahh twenty."

"You're kind, Reed actually I'm thirty-four, probably old enough to be your
father. How old are you?"

"Sixteen."

"Sixteen...?"

"I'm thirteen, well thirteen and a half." Reed finally admitted.

"Now pull up your shorts, and let's go and have breakfast." I commanded as
much as I was enjoying the view. I noticed that he kept his back from me.

"They're your silk boxers"

"So they are." I agreed.

"I bet you look very cute in them." He said.

"I'm supposed to be saying that to you. Who ever taught you to be such a
flirt has released a dangerous being into the world."

He finally un-exposed himself, and followed me to the kitchen. The sun was
rising over the skylights. Reed looked at my wall of photographs. They were
various action shoots of birds.

"You must like birds Lee."

"They're nothing much. My hobby is photography and bird watching. I have
been fortunate to combine the two. I don't think you noticed but I have
birdfeeders everywhere, and my own darkroom. This is my corner of
paradise."

We both looked up as a flock of Canadian Geese flew overhead.

"They're heading south I guess." I observed. "They must not like the snow."

"Ever see that Hitchcock film of the Birds. I bet you liked it Lee."

"I did, several times in fact. Birds have never scared me even in horror
films, In fact they teach me a lot."

"What can you learn from birds?"

"Well, for one thing how wrong we are about the term nest. A nest is built
for the young that birds are aware are coming, not really for themselves. I
stopped and looked at Reed. Who had built a nest for him, a thought went
through my mind. Maybe I had, maybe my nest was meant for him."

We sat down to eat the French toast. Reed had stirred the eggs, and added
too much milk but we made a sort of team. I fried the slices in butter and
loaded them with powered sugar. Then I made coffee for me, and poured
orange juice for him.

As we were eating he smiled at me. "Hey Lee, you want to take some pictures
of me."

"As long as you keep your pants on I'd love to." I knew that I shouldn't
have said that to him then, but maybe it was for the best. He started to
open up to me.

"I've posed in the nude before."

"Reed, I'm almost afraid to ask what you haven't done."

"He made me"

"Who made you?"

"My step-father, with other men that he would invite to our house."

"Good God, why?"

"So he could force them to vote for his developments."

"What, and then my stomach turned. I knew not who this boy was but why he
was here. For several months I was getting offers to sell my property for a
shopping mall project. I was close to the interstate. There was a group of
businessmen who were partners in this endeavor. They had sent this boy to
destroy me. I saw it all in my mind! They sent a child to destroy me, so
they could take over my land. Maybe they wanted him to die on my property,
the thought gave me a chill. He had obviously been instructed to compromise
me. Either way to pay for legal fees I would have to sell. I knew that
there were cameras that could take pictures through windows. Maybe they
already had all of the documents that they needed."

"Reed, who whipped you?" I uttered.

"My step-father, because I am gay, I liked being with men. I was told to
say that I hitchhiked to your house or he would whip me harder. He whipped
me before when I wouldn't listen to him. I liked some of the men. They were
nicer to me than he ever was. I don't know why I fell asleep, maybe he
drugged me. I don't know what to do. I got so mad after he whipped me that
I got his gun and shot him, I must not have killed him or who would have
brought me here?"

My God we were both in danger!

"Reed, do you want to go back to your step-father." I would take the
punishment if I had too, I was already thinking of a good Lawyer."

He started to cry.  "Please, please don't make me!"

"Then we are going back to the pond, down the road from it is my hanger."

"Your hanger?"

"We are flying south."

"Like two birds?"

"Like two snow falcons"

I rounded up some supplies, and we left the house. No one else was around
yet to stop us but I knew that they were coming.