Date: Tue, 22 Apr 2003 15:26:31 +1000
From: David Weick <venturis682@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Rescuee Adult/Youth Oral

The Rescuee
By Venturis

Disclaimer: If this type of material is illegal in your state or you are too
young, then don't read it!

Comments to venturis682@hotmail.com

***PLEASE READ THIS FIRST! ***
AUTHORS NOTE: This story is fictional, the characters do not exist. This
story is set in Queensland, Australia, some of the places are real, the
situations are not. Throughout this story you will see reference to the
Volunteer Rescue Service (VRS). This is based on a real volunteer rescue
service that exists throughout Australia, (though under a different name),
as the country is just too big for paid emergency staff in all areas. They
do a wonderful job. VRS personnel are professional in their attitudes, they
certainly don't hit on people in distress and this story is not intended to
portray VRS workers that way. Remember that volunteers don't get paid for
the work they do, but are just as dedicated as any paid emergency worker.

The first part of this story is about the rescue, there is no sex in it. The
second part however?!!

**************
Part 1

Aahh, Sunday, a day of rest! It was a wet and miserable day out, I was glad
to be indoors and relaxing. I had just sat down to watch the Sunday
afternoon football when the phone rang. It was the local controller of the
Volunteer Rescue Service. (VRS)

'Josh, get your gear, we've a rescue at the gorge, 16 year old male, slipped
and fallen down Wheel of Fire falls.'

'Righto, on my way.' I replied.

Quickly I dressed in the familiar orange overalls that was our uniform, my
small 5'10" frame with it's toned muscles rippling in anticipation. I threw
my rescue pack in the car and raced to the shed. I transferred my gear from
my car to the rescue truck, and had the truck warmed up and ready just as my
second arrived.

'Hey Bill, great day for a rescue!' I said sarcastically.

'Yea Josh, rather watch the footy though, the Broncos will do it tough
today.'

'Yea, oh well, you ready?'

'Yep.'

We headed out for the twenty-minute drive to the site, which would be
followed by a twenty five-minute hike along the national park trails. It was
a journey we were well used to, this was the fourth rescue this year, and it
was only March!

I should explain a few things here, Bill and I are members of our local VRS
(Volunteer Rescue Service), a government run organisation that uses
volunteers to do such things as search and rescue, cliff rescue, and clean
up after storms and control flooding. Bill and I are both in the Cliff
Rescue Team (CR Team) and since we both live relatively close to the main
area of concern in our area, we are both first response personnel. Our
official title is RAT officer (Reach And Treat), though we just consider
ourselves part of the team as a whole. Generally to get people out of the
Wheel of Fire waterfall takes a couple of hours, most of that is walking out
the stretcher after we have treated and packaged the casualty. Because of
the steep terrain, choppers cannot be used, they just can't stay in the air,
the wind currents change that much. The pilots refuse to fly there, as it's
just too dangerous, after all the whole idea is to rescue the casualty
without hurting them or causing any more casualties. Heavy rain just makes
the whole task more interesting! The Wheel of Fire falls is a waterfall of
about thirty metres in height, the rocks are quite slippery, even when dry
and it is almost a vertical environment. It can be very dangerous to the
unwary.

Anyway, back to the story. We arrived at the carpark and threw our packs on,
we had a 2.5 kilometre walk ahead of us, all uphill and the last 500 metres
were all stairs, 400 of the fuckers. It was a good thing Bill and I were
fit! We headed off at a trot, our lungs soon working overtime to supply our
bodies with the needed oxygen for the exertion we put them through. We made
good time and reached the stairs in record time, just on ten minutes! We
stopped for a minute to gulp down a quick drink of water and catch our
breath before running the steps. Now, if you think running up 400 steps
carrying a twenty-kilo backpack is a walk in the park, I suggest you try it
some time. We had to stop halfway and regain our breath before continuing.

Finally we reached the falls, the local copper was already there and briefed
me on the situation. It would be a difficult one as the rain had intensified
higher up in the mountains, we were expecting the creek to rise soon, and
the casualty was on the wrong side of the creek. On a very slippery rock
ledge. This would be fun. Bill and I set up our lines and crawled into our
harnesses and I made my way across the rising waters to the other side. The
ambulance officer was already there treating the casualty, broken left leg,
and a few bruises. At least I didn't have to worry about that! I set about
setting the main rescue line with what gear I had on hand, there wasn't a
great deal I could do until the rest of the team arrived with the stretcher
and the rest of the kit. Gingerly I made my way over to the casualty to see
how he was going, the beauty of the boy struck me immediately, and I was
distracted to the point that I almost slipped and fell over! Suddenly my
earphones crackled, it was Bill on the radio.

'You allright Josh?' he asked.

'Yea, just a bit slippery on these rocks. How far away are the rest of the
guys?'

'Dunno, the weather is interfering with the radio, you're the only one I can
talk to.'

'See if the copper can get through, they've got better radios then we do.'

'OK, don't go away, be back soon.'

I continued over to the fallen angel lying on the wet slippery rock. He was
indeed a fallen angel, I could think of no other description! Medium length
blonde hair, Green eyes, nicely tanned, I would guess about 5'7", hard to
say as he lay on his back. He was dressed in only shorts and looked cold. I
was surprised the ambo (Slang - Ambulance officer) had not wrapped him in a
space blanket. (Small foil blanket designed for emergency use) I immediately
went into my pack and withdrew a space blanket and poncho.

'G'day Mate.' I said to the boy. 'My names Josh, I'm with the VRS, I'll have
you out of here in no time. What's you're name?'

'Chris.'

'Well Chris, you look a little cold, so I'm gonna wrap you up in this
blanket then cover you with this poncho, see if that warms you up a bit.' I
smiled down at him, hoping to put him at ease.

He looked at the ambo, and seeing he was distracted looked back at me, a
twinkle in his eye, and beckoned me closer.

'I'd rather some of your body heat!' he whispered cheekily. I looked back at
him, my Gaydar in full operating mode, I liked what it was telling me.

'Yea,' I whispered to him, 'I'd like to supply it, but there's a little
matter of a rescue and a rising creek to contend with first.'

'Will you stay here with me?'

'Yes mate, I ain't going anywhere until you're out of danger.'

He smiled up at me, then reached his hand out and grasped mine, his strength
was amazing, perhaps the pain from his leg was getting a little too much and
he just needed that human touch. But he hurt my hand a little, still, I said
nothing. He was still shivering, so I asked him if he could sit up. He said
yes and with the ambo's help we sat him up then I sat down behind him and
drew him close to my chest, providing the warmth he so desperately needed.
He leaned back into me, his head on my shoulder, I wrapped the blanket and
poncho around us as best I could then gently placed my arms around his
front, trying desperately to keep my hands in 'safe' areas. I would have
succeeded too except he pushed one hand down onto his crotch, I quickly
pulled it away, but not before I had copped a good feel of his delicious
manhood. Then while the ambo was turned away I whispered into Chris's ear,
'Careful mate, there's a cop over there!'

He smiled cheekily at me then said, 'I know, makes it more fun!'

Just then my headphones crackled again, 'The teams nearly here Josh, how do
you want to do this, normal way?'

'Yea, just like we trained last week. I need two CR members over here to
help with the lines, set up the hauling team in its usual place and we'll do
it.'

'Right, I'll get on it. How's the casualty?'

'Warm and dry for the moment. Tell the guys to be as quick as they can, the
creeks rising a little too quick for my liking.'

'Righto, don't panic mate were on it.'

I looked across the creek to where Bill was standing, and gave him the
thumbs up sign, still I hoped they wouldn't be too long, the creek was
getting a little to high for comfort. Where we sat was right in the path of
the torrent should it rise much further. Much higher and I would be putting
to many people in danger. The team had the lifting lines set in record time,
the policeman panicked a little and he had to be asked nicely to stand back
and let us do our job. Finally the stretcher arrived and we gently placed
Chris into it. We were nearly ready to lift him up and across when he looked
over to me and asked, 'Will you stay with me when they carry me out?'

'Well, I've got a bit of gear to pack up first, but I'll catch up before you
reach the bottom of the steps, OK?'

'Great, thanks Josh.'

'Hey, my pleasure mate, that's why I'm here.'

  The rescue went off as planned, Chris was soon across the now raging
torrent and in the hands of the stretcher team who began the arduous task of
carrying the stretcher down the steps and on towards safety. With the waters
rising ever more rapidly, I sent the rest of my CR team back across the
treacherous rocks to safety, unhooked the line and attached it to my harness
and made my way down to the pool at the bottom of the falls. The only safe
way for me to cross now was for my team to pull me through the water to
safety, I would be unable to swim across unassisted due to the strong
undercurrent. I knew of at least one person who been sucked below by that
undertow, they pulled him out three days later. I had no intention of being
the second person to leave this Earth that way!

I dove into the torrent and was instantly sucked under, I felt the rope
tighten and surfaced halfway across the pool, coughing, and spitting out
about a gallon of dirty flood water. Thank god for the safety line. I landed
on the opposite shore and was helped out of the water, my overalls hung
heavily on my body and felt uncomfortable, but there was little I could do
about it then. A light breeze went straight through me and I shivered, time
to get out of here.

I told Bill that Chris had wanted me to join him as he was being carried
out, then quickly donned my heavy pack and raced off down the 400 steps. I
really didn't need to run as I caught up with them halfway down. The wet
slippery conditions were making the trip even slower than normal. The crew
had stopped on one of the few flat areas to change around when I arrived. I
walked straight up to Chris and smiled down at him.

'Enjoying the ride?' I asked

'Yea, beats walking.' He replied.

'We should make you walk out as punishment for falling down the falls.' I
joked.

'Yea, just one thing though, I think it'd be more of a crawl than a walk!'

I was pleased that he seemed to be still in good spirits, that was a good
sign. I gave my heavy pack to one of the stretcher team and told him I'd
take his place, then we lifted the stretcher and were soon on our way back
to the carpark.

It took us an hour to get him down to the carpark, then we realised that the
creek had risen so much that the ambulance couldn't get out. We put Chris in
the back of one of the Toyota Troop Carriers and I offered to drive the
vehicle until we could meet another ambulance. The trip out was slow, the
only main barrier was the last creek crossing, which was now running at
around a half metre deep. It was also running at around thirty kilometres an
hour. I told everyone to hang on as I gingerly made the trip over the
flooded causeway. I felt the rear of the vehicle drift in the current and
someone in the back gasped. I gunned the engine, felt it dig in and we were
through and up the bank on the other side. I parked the troop carrier on a
flat area and turned around to check on my passengers.

'Everyone OK back there?' there was only the Ambo and one other VRS bloke in
the back with Chris, another VRS member sat beside me in the front.

'Yea,' replied John, the VRS guy in the back, 'just let us know when you're
gonna go white water rafting again, Eh?'

'Josh,' said Chris, 'can you come back here?'

'OK Mate, John lets swap places you drive so I can sit back there.' I said
to John.

'OK, be safer if I drive anyway, you're a nut behind the wheel!' he said
jokingly.

'Rather be a loose nut than a screw loose!' I countered. It's amazing how us
Aussies can always seem to make a joke out of anything, even in diversity.

We changed places and were soon on our way. I sat on the bench seat next to
Chris, he was in obvious pain, so I joked with him all the way until we met
the other ambulance car about half an hour later. The drive from the gorge
to the nearest regional town (Mackay) takes about an hour or so in dry
weather, so we were about halfway to town when we met the ambulance. We
transferred Chris over, and just as they were about to close the door, Chris
called out to me.

'Hey Josh, will you visit me in hospital?'

'Sure thing mate.' I answered, 'be in tomorrow to see you. By the way what's
your last name?'

'Andrews, why?'

'Well, how else am I going to know who to ask for?'

'Oh... Yea. Promise to come see me?'

'Yep, I gotta come into town tomorrow anyway, see you then slugger!'

The door closed on Chris and the ambulance spirited him away, I was already
looking forward to seeing more of this cute young rescuee!

**********

Part 2


I arrived at the hospital around 11:00 AM the next day, and was soon
directed to the ward that Chris was in. I walked in the door and spotted him
immediately and walked towards him, he spotted me about he same time.

'Josh, you came!' he almost yelled across the ward.

'Yea mate, told you I would.'

His mother was sitting next to him and he introduced me. She was effusive in
her thanks for saving her only son, and I was a little embarrassed.

'All part of the service Ma'am.' I said, 'I'll send him the bill in the
morning!' I added jokingly.

She smiled at me tiredly, and I suggested she have a break for awhile. Chris
agreed and told her to go get a cup of coffee or go home or something, he'd
be fine for a while. She agreed, and decided to leave for home saying she
would return later. I walked her to the door and made small talk, before
bidding her goodbye, then returned to Chris's side and sat in the chair next
to the bed.

'So, how's the leg?' I asked.

'Sore, it's not as bad a break as they first thought, just fractured. Should
be out of the cast in five or six weeks.'

'That's cool. So are you gonna go climbing wet slippery waterfalls in the
middle of a rainstorm again?'

'Not likely! Think I might have learnt my lesson from that! Though, I did
get to meet you!'

'Hell of a way to meet people don't you think?'

'Yea... I'd really like to thank you for getting me out of there Josh. I was
pretty scared when the creek started to rise. I thought we'd get washed away
in a flash flood or something.'

I reached over and grasped his hand and held it tight. I noticed his young
eyes tearing a little, the experience had obviously had an effect on him. He
drew my hand to his lips and kissed it softly, I was a little taken aback,
luckily no-one had seen us. He held my hand to his lips for a while, then
used the back of it to rub against his cheeks. I felt a tear run down his
soft cheek and I gently wiped it away for him.

I sat there talking to Chris for awhile, then he looked at me and said, 'I
really need to go to the toilet, can you help me?'

I looked at him trying to read the expression on his face, it was like
reading an open book, and he wanted more than a piss!

'Sure mate, no worries.' I replied, my heart beating faster with
anticipation.

I helped him out of his bed then let him lean on me as I led him towards the
toilet. I opened the door for him and helped him into position.

'Help me with these PJ's' he requested. I shut the door behind us and
although I knew that he really didn't need help with his pyjama bottoms, I
pulled them down for him anyway, then stood behind him and held his slim
waist as he piddled into the bowl.

'Why don't you shake it for me.' He said huskily. I knew that what I was
about to do was very wrong, but how often does a cute 16 year old ask you to
hang on to his dick and shake the piss from it? I took his cock in my hand
and gently shook the piss from it, a few more gentle shakes and I felt it
harden in my hand. I started to gently stroke it and Chris leant back into
my strong upper body, a soft moan emanating from his lips. I stroked him a
little harder, working the full length of his six inches, gently teasing the
head, my other hand snuck around and gently cupped his tight ball sac. I
stroked him a little longer, then turned him around and kissed him full on
the lips, then worked my way down his hot young body, caressing his nipples
and navel with my tongue. I replaced my hand with my mouth and licked around
the base of his cock, running my tongue along the length of his dick. I
gently teased his head, then took the full length into my mouth, sucking him
down, using my tongue to stimulate along his shaft and around the head. I
gently worked his balls with one hand, the other massaged his tight teenage
butt. I felt him tense slightly, then I was rewarded with the sweet, yet
salty taste of his teen spunk, I swallowed each and every drop as it was
blown with the force of a speeding bullet deep into my gullet. Gently I used
my tongue to clean his softening cock, until the sensation was too much for
him and he gently pulled my face away from his groin. I stood back up and
kissed him deeply, sharing his cum with him, caressing and fondling his cute
arse. What a pity all rescues didn't end up like this!

His hand found my raging boner, and he expertly worked it through my shorts.
I felt him loosening my pants and they soon joined his pyjama bottoms on the
floor. He took my seven-inch cock in his hot hands and gently wanked me to
full erection, then sitting on the toilet seat, he drew me closer, then
wrapped his hot mouth around my manhood. It was obvious that he had at least
a little experience in cocksucking, as his hot mouth and tongue worked it's
magic across my rock hard cock, I knew I wouldn't last long. I softly warned
him I was about to blow, but he either didn't hear or didn't care as he just
kept right on working my penis with his mouth. Finally it got too much, and
I shot my load straight into his waiting mouth. He swallowed gallantly,
missing not a drop of the precious liquid, sucking every last drop from my
softening dick. I pulled him to his feet and we kissed again, this time
sharing my own juices between us.

I cleaned off any signs of our sexual encounter, dressed us both, then
helped Chris back into bed. I had just got him settled when the nurse came
in to check on him. After the nurse left, Chris held my hand and we talked
some more, until his mum showed up again around three o'clock. I decided it
was time to take my leave, so I said my goodbyes and left the hospital, not
knowing if I would see Chris again. I had given him my phone number so he
could call any time, and maybe he would, but I wouldn't hold my breath
waiting, after all teenagers are a mystery, even to themselves!

**************


It had been five weeks since the rescue, Chris had rung me once and we had
talked for a short while about nothing in particular. That had been four
weeks ago, and since I hadn't heard from him subsequently, I just thought he
had forgotten about me and gone back to his life. At least I had got to give
him a head job, and gotten one in return, and it had been a good source for
jack-off material!

Then on the Sunday, exactly five weeks to the day that I had rescued Chris
from the waterfall, the phone rang, it was Chris, and he was upset!

'Josh, I need to talk to someone, urgent, can you come into town?'

'Yea, what's up?' I asked perplexed.

'I'm in trouble, I need your help. I can't talk now. Where can we meet?'

'Wherever is convenient for you.'

'How about the rotunda at Queens park? How long will you be?'

'Queens Park is fine, about an hour and a half, max.'

'Great, see you then.'

I wondered what could be so bad that he would call someone he hardly knew
for help. I guess I would find out soon enough. I got dressed and packed
some stuff into an overnight bag, just in case I had to stay in town
overnight, then made my way out to the car. I had two cars, one was just an
ordinary everyday modern Japanese job, and the other was my pride and joy, a
classic 1938 Oldsmobile sedan. About the only thing original on it was the
body work, the old side valve six engine had been replaced with a small
block Chevy V8, worked to the hilt, the gearbox was now a five speed instead
of the original three, limited slip diff, the works. It was painted in gold
fleck, with black sideboards, and dripping with chrome. The old girl could
pull the quarter mile in 7.6 seconds, and the best thing was that it was all
street legal. The choice was always easy for me, I started the Olds and was
soon powering down the winding road that was the start of the journey into
town. Once on the flat country I opened the old girl up and let the Chevy
purr along at 120 Kilometres an hour. As usual I enjoyed the experience of
driving my much-worked classic Oldsmobile.

I arrived at Queens Park a bit before the stated time, Chris was already
there. When he saw me walking towards him he jumped up and ran to greet me,
a backpack he carried dropped to the ground, then he threw himself into my
arms and hugged me tight, a tear streaming down his cute face, leaving
behind a dry trail. I noticed it was not the only dry tear trail on his
cheek, he had obviously been crying for some time. I also noticed he was
limping badly and was covered in bruises, sporting two very black eyes. I
held him close to me, ignoring the puzzled looks of the curious park
patrons.

I gently shushed him and let him settle down, then I reached down and picked
up his backpack and led him towards the car. I put his pack on the back seat
and settled him in the front passenger side, then went around and sat in the
driver's seat. I looked at him for a bit, and he looked at me, the tears
still in his eyes. He slid across the leather bench seat and lay his head on
my shoulder, his hand clasped tightly in mine.

'So what's up?' I asked him curiously.

'My dad threw me out of the house and told me never to come back, he found
out I'm gay.' He replied.

'How did he find that out?'

'The bastard caught me wanking my friend in my room and freaked out. We had
a big argument and he tossed my friend out. I mean physically threw him out
and told him never to come back. Then he hit me a few times, after he
finished hitting me, I threw some stuff into my pack and left.'

By this time the tears were flowing down his cheeks, great sobs of pain and
grief racked his body. I held him close, not really knowing what else to do,
my mind was going at a million miles an hour trying to process all this
information. I held him tighter trying to comfort him in his pain at his
sudden change in circumstances.

'Ok,' I said eventually, 'first thing I think we should do is we'll take you
to the hospital and get you checked over. But if we go there they will want
to call the police and they'll probably go arrest your dad. Deserves no
less. We'll just have to take it from there I guess.'

'OK, the bastard deserves everything he gets.' Chris said viscously. 'Maybe
I could come live with you?' he added hopefully.

'We'll see what happens eh? Let's get you checked out first.'

I started the Oldsmobile up and let it idle for a minute, that simple act
made Chris aware of the car, and the trip to the emergency room was spent
answering his questions about the vehicle. It was good to see him distracted
from all the shit that had happened to him in the last few hours of his
young life.

We got to the hospital, and were ushered straight in as it was a quiet day
for them. Chris was pretty well okay, except his father had caused him to
refracture his leg slightly. They put on another cast and were just
finishing up as a young policeman was ushered into the room. He took
statements from Chris and I, then before he left, I asked him if it would be
okay to take Chris to my place for the time being. He thought about it for a
minute then agreed, saying it would probably be safer. He then left saying
he would be in touch the next day. Chris was released and I carried him back
to the car, got him settled and we left for my home in the mountains 100
kilometres away.

It was nearing dark as the big old Oldsmobile powered up the winding range
road, before reaching the small town where I lived. I pulled the car into
the driveway and powered up the hill and into the garage. I switched off the
beast then helped Chris into the house, where we were met by my two
Chihuahua's, Buddy and Biddy. They were overjoyed at our arrival and very
noisy about it as only Chihuahua's can be.

I helped Chris into the lounge chair and got him settled. I was at a bit of
a loss as to what to do about the sleeping arrangements as my house is only
a two bedroom house, and my second bedroom was used primarily as an office
and home gym. I only had one bed in the whole house! I looked over at Chris,
then thought, 'Fuck it, what have I got to lose?'

'There's only one bed in this place, do you mind sharing?'

'No, that's cool.' He replied, I couldn't help but notice the look in his
eye, a look that seemed to say we wouldn't be doing much sleeping. I felt my
cock twitch as I looked at him, even though he was covered in bruises, he
was still a very cute boy. I set about putting clean sheets on the bed, then
made us both some dinner. We watched a little TV, then Chris said he was
tired and let out a yawn. I helped him to the toilet, letting him take care
of what he needed to do, then after using the toilet myself, I helped him to
bed. Out of habit I stripped naked and climbed into bed, then remembering my
guest, guiltily reached for my boxers.

'No need to dress for bed.' he said, as he removed his own underwear, then
snuggled into me. I felt his hands start to caress my stomach and chest,
gently circling the muscles. I reached over and gently caressed him as well,
he reached up and drew my mouth to his, I felt his lips part as we kissed,
and we where soon playing tonsil hockey. I let my hands wander around to his
back and down to his tight teenager's butt, massaging the cheeks. He moaned
around my lips, as our kissing became more urgent. Our body's ground
together, our hardened cocks crushing against each other. I broke our kiss,
then softly worked my way down along his lithe body, kissing his nipples,
licking at his navel, until I at last came upon his hard young cock.
Eagerly, I kissed and licked around the base of his shaft, tonguing his
balls softly into my mouth, eliciting a soft moan from him as I did so. I
licked along his shaft, running my tongue under his sensitive head before
finally taking him into my mouth. I rolled the head of his hard cock around
my mouth before taking the full six-inch length into my mouth, then running
my mouth up and down the length of his cock. Finally I felt him tense a
little under my ministrations, then the sweet, but salty taste of his boy
cum filled my mouth.

I sucked every drop of his sweet cum then gently kissed my way back along
his body. When I reached his mouth I kissed him deeply, his tongue darting
madly, searching for any missed droplets of his own juices. He broke the
kiss, then gently and lovingly kissed his way down towards my groin. He
licked all around the base of my shaft, before gently kissing each ball,
then taking the ball softly into his mouth and running his tongue all around
it, feeling the shape, the texture of the surrounding skin, sucking lightly
on each nut as he went. He then returned his attention to my raging cock,
licking along the shaft, top and bottom, teasing the sensitive head with his
flickering tongue. He took the head into his mouth, working his tongue all
around the head, then he slowly swallowed my cock until his chin rested on
my balls, his nose buried in my pubes. Up and down the shaft he worked, the
tension building in my excited balls, it would not be long now.

'Oh God Chris, I'm gonna come soon, you are so fuckin hot, oh yeah. Oh yeah.
Oh YEEAAAAHHHH!'

I shot my load into his mouth, he swallowed as much as he could, spilling a
little of the massive load down his cheeks, I drew him to me and licked the
tasty treat from his face, then we kissed sharing the tangy taste of my cum.

We lay facing each other, our softened dicks gently touching, and our arms
around each other. Chris smiled at me, and even through his bruised face I
was smitten with his beauty.

'Since that day you rescued me I've thought of nothing else but you. I've
lay awake at night wondering how to get you to love me as much as I've begun
to love you. When I was wanking my friend, I pretended it was you, you are
my hero Josh, once again you've rescued me, this time you've rescued my
heart as well. Thank you!'

'I've thought about you too Chris. It seems everytime we meet I'm rescuing
you from yourself! But I'm nearly thirty, how can you love someone twice
your age? Especially as you hardly know me?'

'It's easy to love a hero Josh, especially someone like you.'

I was lost for words, so I smiled over at him and drew him close and kissed
him tenderly on the lips. We made small talk for a little longer, the
conversation sounding more and more like lovers talk. Eventually we drifted
off to sleep, our bodies held tightly to each other, our breathing slowing
until it became as one. My last thought before sleep overtook me was that I
was one lucky dude! It looked as though I now had a teenage lover, life once
again looked full of promise.

*************

From the author: If you'd like to read more about Chris and Josh, Email me
at venturis682@hotmail.com Further chapters will depend on weither you, the
reader want or not!