Date: Mon, 08 Feb 2021 23:12:51 +0000 From: 29Oct <29Oct@protonmail.com> Subject: Southern Cross Southern Cross The following text is fiction. Fiction describes activities happening between imagination and a keyboard, not in real life. Nothing below is intended to encourage unsafe, illegal or violent liaisons. A freckled boy finds his way. Southern Cross Seemed like a strip of unfried bacon, the boy leaning on a stop sign--nothing round about him. Body was flat, ribbon-like with square shoulders, narrow, straight. Colors were white and a reddish-brown as I pulled up, opened the window. He stuck his head in, "What's going on?" He was careful, glanced around for any signs of enforcement. Auburn haired, pale skin covered in dots; face, neck, ears covered in freckles. Made his green eyes even greener and his red lips brighter. Had a configuration of freckles resembling the Southern Cross on his chin. Attractive boy, by his combination of colors, certainly unique. That was Donnie. His stomach growled. "Pizza?" I smiled. He paused; I unlocked the door. Got an honest smile from him, some relief behind it. "Sure." He got in, buckled, "Tutto Bene's?" "My favorite." Headed several blocks over to the pizza shop. We sat in the parking lot and devoured a medium pepperoni and large drinks. Went back for a big box of cinnamon sticks. "My place is three blocks over." We negotiated and I handed him cash. He handed me a condom then checked for my response. I nodded. Heavy mist drizzled as we walked toward my condo, I noticed he was about five-three or so, wondered how old he was. Maybe it was his messy, damp hair pushed back, I saw him riding a bike. Wind in his face, blue sky behind him, skin reddened by exertion behind his brownish spots. *** This boy wasn't graceful but functional. No slinky moves, no gyrations. Straight body went straight to work on me. Grasped my package, a few strokes to find out what he had to deal with. Mechanical kisses, accidental glances at my face; felt for the condom before we began. Arms and legs awkward at the side of the bed, I had to put him where I wanted him, "This your first time or what?" He didn't answer. Couldn't see his face, no idea if he enjoyed himself. Took it all silently; lube, quick entry, shoves, my sweaty groin slapping his rear, heavy balls banging into him. Not a ten, maybe a four; not the best I've had. "You okay?" He turned over and nodded, went to the bath. Retched, vomited, showered. Came out looking green, dressed, grabbed his bag. "Sure. Next week?" Asked without looking at me. "Same time, same place?" He nodded and turned to the door. "I'll take you back, it's raining." The kid paused, apprehensive look on his face. "Sleeping on the streets?" I noted the grime on his jeans. He left saying nothing else. *** That week I cruised the spot where he stood, didn't see him. A few other boys tried hailing me. Slick boys, drugged boys; didn't want their problems in my place. Where was Skinny Donnie? Can't say why I did it, but I parked down the block, waiting for the streetlights to come on. Around eight I see him round the corner with his backpack. Nodded at a few of the other boys as he passed them and went to his stop sign. Watched him for a few moments. He glanced up and down the street. Didn't see me. Waited till he looked away and sneaked up near him, "Hey, Donnie. Want a pizza?" "Calzone?" He got in. We exchanged cash and condom. Went to Tutto Bene's. Took calzones back to my place, "Soda in the fridge." Sat at the kitchen bar, side by side. Dinner steamed, smelled good. "You in school?" "Sorta." "What does that mean? Are you enrolled or not?" "Remember the arcade at the mall? A guy opened a classroom there, I get credits." Had to put my hand on his, "Slow down. Don't want you getting sick again." "Oh, yeah." He sat his calzone down, took a sip. We ate in silence, and I turned to him, "I want a kiss for dinner." He leaned, pecked my cheek. "Don't play hard to get." I boomed. Instead of a kiss, he began laughing so hard he stood and leaned over, "Hard to get? Just wave cash. Whores aren't hard to get." Had to laugh with him. Good to see him relax. When he calmed down, "I'm not good at kissing." *** This old fox isn't stupid, I took him to the couch, sat him on my lap, "Got to kiss with tongue. Gets all slippery, feels good. Makes your snake hard, starts spitting." He looked at me, stuck his tongue out. I kissed the tip, "Start with smooches." Gently guided him into the finer points of Frenching. Placed my hand on his fly, "Your snake spittin' yet?" He stared at me for a moment, "Maybe." "Let's see. Get your pants off." Made him stand in front of me and strip. Wasn't surprised that his young dick lay unaroused; he was embarrassed. Still a hairless boy and his torso, chest and legs were covered with freckles but not his package. "Beautiful. Now, are you gay?" "Does it matter?" Had to consider that. He couldn't earn much servicing women but men like me, yes. "You're right, doesn't matter." Turned the tables on him, "What would you like to do tonight? Want a drink? How about...." "Get undressed." He said, still standing in front of me. Sure, I stripped, and sat on my tee shirt. He climbed on my lap, sideways, "Tell me how you know you're gay." He wasn't sophisticated enough to run a head-game on me. This was a simple question, not easy to answer. Described myself as feeling different when I was around thirteen; glanced at him. He leaned into me, I put my arm around him. "Didn't think much about girls. They're pretty, do their hair and wear makeup, all that stuff. I couldn't grasp why I never had the inclination to be close to one romantically or sexually--never been in love and didn't know what to expect. Took a while to know I preferred boys. Boys my own age, but mostly younger interested me--maybe because it's a more innocent kind of love. Now, I'm older, I have to be careful. I still prefer boys, so I'm gay, and I want a younger lover. Understand?" "An innocent kind of love with a hooker?" "Well, simpler, and it's my best option." Had to sigh. "Is this all you want to do?" Turns out to be a quiet evening, he asked me a lot of questions about my childhood, gauging his own, I suspected. Wasn't long before he fell asleep, his head on my chest, legs over my lap. Took his bony body to my bed and covered him. Sneaked his backpack into the kitchen and went through it. Not much, a wallet with a few bills, deodorant, toothbrush in a baggie, clean briefs. He had an ID with his name from the school district; I took a photo of the bar code on it. Pocket knife and compass in the side pocket. As I put everything back in place, I wondered if the boy was as lonely as I was. Chasing that thought was another. As a young man, twenty or so, I banished the idea of having a family because I might have a boy. Figured I'd fuck him raw as soon as he was out of diapers and actively went out of my way to avoid young males, didn't stop me from visiting the parks, adult book stores, or buying vids. Bars were full of hairy, snide men looking for someone more astute about their kind of wily romances. Cursed being born this way; cursed my weakness in not changing myself. From what I hear, it was impossible to change and from what I hear, it's a deadly path if caught. And, here I was with a boy in my bed, a simple, innocent kind of boy, in his way. *** Couldn't sleep, just lay beside him thinking. Morning came, he stirred, short shaft lifted the sheet. He came back to bed with me, still at full mast. I got up, came back, "You awake?" "Not really." He moaned and turned over. I went to the other side of the bed, threw the sheet back and went down on him. Took him in my mouth, began sucking. Sharp taste and strong smell of morning dick with a side of pee, something I hadn't had in years. Sucked, licked and shoved his knees open as I heard him gasp. Small bag held two gumdrop-sized testes; gave them a work out as he made soft sounds. Hands went over my head, grabbing my ears, he wanted more tongue on his rod. Carefully plucked his strings, laved his slit and nibbled around his corona until I felt his hands on the back of my head, pushing me down. Took a deep breath and gave him my best, put his glans at the back of my tongue and sucked. Not enough to go any deeper, and he bucked. Once, twice then again, pushing my head away at the same time. "Stop." Limp, he lay with his eyes closed, I kissed him lightly. Still sensitive, I waited while he recovered, opened his eyes. "Supposed to be the other way around." He whispered hoarsely. "Not always. Not today." Held him against me. The whole skinny, spotted boy against me. "Are you on the streets all night?" "Got a place above a gallery." Didn't even ask what kind of gallery. Graffiti was the only art in the area, "There's a body shop where you can stay at night as long as you're in school." Took some negotiating, and we made a schedule. He'd stay in the back of my autobody repair shop as long as no one saw him. Got him a foam mattress, left plenty of food. Got a note from him every day slipped into my locked desk drawer. Weekends were ours. He wasn't so skinny any longer. Bought him a membership at the local Y. He made a few friends; I saw composition books sticking out of his backpack. Don't know who was prouder when he left a note saying he had to see me that night. Stayed late, he came in the back door, straight to the office, dropped his backpack and pants, began jerking. "Watch. I'm gonna cum." Didn't want to see it, leaned and pulled him into my mouth. Were those several pubes coming in? I sucked and he humped against my face full-force. Still not full-grown, I took as much as he had and began swallowing. So young, he couldn't hold on for long and as he withdrew, I got a taste of his first watery load. Kissed him hard with that trail of taste on my tongue. This was as close as I'd ever be to fatherhood, telling him how proud I was of him growing into the finest kind of lover. He embraced me, held me close, proud of himself. Then, I leaned back, studied his face and I kissed the diamond-shaped constellation of freckles on his chin. For any enjoyment you've had, make a donation to Nifty. https://donate.nifty.org/