Date: Thu, 15 May 2003 13:20:42 +1000
From: David Weick <venturis682@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Rescuee Part 2 (M/Y anal, oral)

The Rescuee Chapter 2
By Venturis

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

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The response from Chapter 1 of this story has been nothing short of amazing!
This story will continue as long as you the reader keep enjoying it and I
keep enjoying writing it for you. Many thanks to all who wrote asking for
more from Chris and Josh, I only hope I can live up to your expectations!

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

'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.

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

We woke around seven the next morning, rose from bed and pottered around
making breakfast. Chris was a little stiff from the beating his father had
given him, so I gave him a gentle massage, slowly bringing the life back to
his tortured body. I had just finished the massage when the phone rang, I
answered it, it was the policeman from yesterday.

'Mr Williams? It's Constable Jameson from yesterday, how are you this
morning?' he asked.

'Fine thanks,' I answered, 'What can I do for you?'

'We arrested Mr Andrews last night. He's been charged with assault against
both Chris and his friend Jon. His mother has indicated that she wants
nothing more to do with Chris, and inquiries to his relatives have indicated
at this early stage that none of them are interested in becoming his
guardian. We were wondering if you'd be interested in being pro tem
guardian?'

I was a little taken aback at this news, of course I was not about to send
Chris to foster care, which would be his only other choice, it looked as
though I would have an instant family!

'Of course, as long as that is what Chris wants. What do I need to do?'

'Could you come in to the station and we'll sort it out. Today?'

'Yea sure, what time?'

'When you get here, I know it's a long journey for you, but we would
appreciate it.'

'No that's fine. Give me a couple of hours and we'll be there.' We made some
more small talk and I hung up, a pensive expression across my face. Chris
noticed me deep in thought and asked 'What's up?'

I explained the situation, then told him to get dressed while I called my
lawyer, asking him to meet us at the police station in two hours. I then got
dressed myself. I helped Chris into the Oldsmobile, started the engine and
allowed it to warm up. The journey into town was a relatively quiet affair,
neither of us speaking much, both deep in thought.

Two hours later I parked the classic Olds in front of the police station, I
noticed James, my lawyer walking down the street towards us and waved to
him. He waved back and came over as I helped Chris from the front of the
car.

'Morning Josh!' he quipped, 'Been up to no good mate?'

'Not me mate, I've been a good boy. Chris here needs some help, he's out of
a family, and the cops asked me to be pro tem guardian. You're here to make
sure I don't get in too deep!'

'Cool, no worries. You ready?'

'Yep.'

We made our way into the police station and asked for Constable Jameson, and
were asked to wait while they fetched him. He turned up presently then led
us through the station to the Juvenile Bureau, introducing us to the
Juvenile officer, Mandy Sims.

An hour later we walked from the station, I was now pro tem guardian for
Chris. In a months time if all was still right, I would be officially
Chris's guardian until he turned eighteen. Constable Jameson agreed to
accompany us to Chris's house so he could get his belongings. We followed
the police car to Chris's place. An icy reception from his mother awaited us
and she stood by staring daggers at us as we loaded Chris's meagre
belongings into the Oldsmobile.

Finally we were done, Constable Jameson thanked Mrs Andrews for her
cooperation, and we left for home, now Chris's home as well.

As soon as we cleared the city gates and were heading along the long road
home, Chris slid across the bench seat and rested his slender young hand on
my lap.

'Looks like you've done it again!' he said, his eyes locked on my features.

'Done what?' I asked.

'Rescued me silly!'

'Yea, becoming a bit of a habit isn't it?'

'It's a habit I can get used to! Thank you for being my new dad.'

'That's OK mate.' I looked back at the road deep in thought. My life would
change, I was now the legal guardian to a sixteen-year-old boy. My carefree
days as a bachelor were over, it had all happened so fast and so
unexpectedly, it was a lot to ponder over. Chris lay his head on my
shoulder, a broad smile on his young face. He felt safe knowing he would to
be cared for by someone who understood the difficulties of growing up gay.
Someone who would love him as both a son and a lover. In his young eyes, I
was his hero, his saviour, the man who had rescued him from a life of misery
with his homophobic parents, the man of his dreams.

***********

Chris was asleep on my shoulder as I pulled the heavy car into the drive,
the sound of the engine being switched off woke him from his slumber. I
helped him from the car and led him into the house, then unpacked his gear
from the car, placing it on the lounge room floor. I had little wardrobe
space for his clothes and no space for his other stuff, so we spent the next
two hours cleaning up and reorganising things so he would have some closet
space. Finally I got his gear into the overstuffed closet, and found room
for the rest of his stuff. I sat heavily into the recliner chair and lay
back exhausted. It had been a big day.

As I lay back in the chair I sensed a presence next to me, Chris was
standing there, a smile on his cute though bruised face.

The smile on his face grew as he sat down on my lap, he buried his bruised
face into my chest as he lay into me, one arm draped across my shoulders. I
placed one arm around him, holding him close to me, the other resting on his
thigh, his unwashed body smell assailed my nostrils, a smell I decided I
liked!

'Thank you Josh,' he whispered in my ear, 'I don't know what would have
happened if you hadn't been around to help me!'

'Something would have come up mate,' I said, 'You've got more arse than
class, (slang - luck) you'd have lucked into something!'

'I doubt it. So should I call you dad now?'

'You do and I'll spank you!'

He held me tighter, almost as though he was looking for solace from his
demons.

'I'd like to show my gratitude.' He said, 'What say we go to bed and you can
make love to me. I'd like you to be my first.'

'You mean you've never... ' I didn't finish the sentence, but just let it
hang.

'Nope, I wanted my first time to be with a special man. I think you are that
special man. Jon and I only wanked, would you...?' he left the sentence
hang, using my own ruse to dupe me into what he wanted. Of course I could
see where he was going, he made it almost too easy, but I was determined to
play him at his own game. Call it foreplay!

'Well smelly, I'm not fucking you until you've had a shower!' I placed my
arms under his legs and lifted him from the chair, then carried him giggling
all the way to the bathroom.

'Get undressed while I find a plastic bag for that cast!' Then I almost ran
into the kitchen to find a garbage bag to cover his leg cast. I returned and
wrapped the bag around his cast, started the shower and when the temperature
was right I lifted him into the stall. Gently and lovingly I washed the days
grime from his body, soaping him all over and then rinsing him down. I
washed his hair with the shampoo I had in the shower, rinsed then applied
the conditioner. After again rinsing him down, we changed places and he
washed me, following the same routine I had. I turned off the shower and
dried us both off, and after removing the plastic from the still dry cast, I
carried his naked form to the bedroom.

I lay him on the bed and we kissed, our tongues searching out the far
reaches of each other's mouths. I kissed my way down his lithe young body,
kissing each and every erogenous zone as I passed it, he squirmed a little
in sheer delight as I made my way further and further along his form.
Finally I reached his hard young cock, I took the head into my mouth and
gently teased it with my roaming tongue, pleasuring him in ways he had only
dreamed of. I released him from my mouth and reached over to the bedside
dresser, took some lube from the drawer and applied some to his cock. I then
told him to use the lube and his fingers to loosen me in readiness for him.
He took a good amount and gently applied it to my hole, I instructed him as
he fingered me, using first one finger then two and finally three, I was
soon ready for him. I let him lay on his back, then gently squatted over
him, I reached around and took his cock in my hand and led him to my hole. I
felt his head caressing my anus, so I let myself move down on him a little
further, his cock head slid into me and I stopped and let myself adjust.
After a minute or so, I moved down further on him until I felt his soft
young pubes brush against the cheeks of my arse, he was fully inside me! I
began a slow up and down motion, slowly building my rhythm, a soft moan came
from his lips as he let himself be overtaken by the new sensations that were
flowing through him.

'Oh yeah... it feels so good... oh yeah... OH Yeah... OOOOHHHH
YYYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAA!!!!!'

I felt him tense inside me then the most wonderful feeling of fulfilment as
he came heavily inside me. I sat down on him and milked the cum from him, it
felt so good to have a nice hard cock inside me again. It felt even better
knowing I had just been fucked by a virgin, and would soon be fucking his
sweet young virgin arse!

I waited a minute then pulled myself from him and lay beside him, I drew his
mouth to mine, kissing him lightly, then kissing his nose and eyes, before
finally softly caressing his forehead with my lips.

We lay together for awhile as we regained our senses, his battered head lay
on my shoulder, his fingers toying with the small amount of hair below my
navel.

'Will you fuck me now?' he asked.

'No,' I replied, ' but I will make love to you!'

He smiled innocently at me, his green eyes flashing brilliantly. I was
immediately smitten all over again, his eyes were like deep pools of
sparkling water, his sweet smile silently inviting me to join with him. I
reached for the lube and gently worked it into his arse, slowly stretching
him. He gasped a little in pain as I added the third finger, then the smile
returned to his face, I knew he was nearly ready for me. At first I was a
little perplexed as to how to go about making love to him, the cast on his
left leg posed a few problems. I got him to lie on his side, with his broken
leg down and slightly in front of him, I pushed his other leg up and further
in front, this at least offered me access to his virgin arse. I moved myself
closer to him until the head of my cock gently massaged his tight young
hole.

'You ready?' I whispered in his ear.

'Yes, oh yes! Please take me Josh, make me yours!'

I pushed a little until I felt my cock head enter him then stopped as he
gasped at the intrusion. I waited until he nodded to continue, then pushed a
little more. Slowly and gently I pushed a little, then waited for him to
adjust, then pushed a little more until finally I had all seven rock hard
inches in his tight virgin arse. I waited until he indicated for me to
continue, then slowly withdrew about half the length, then pushed it back
in. I repeated the action, slowly, steadily, until I felt him relax and
start to enjoy the sensation of my cock inside him. I quickened my pace a
little, steadily building the tempo until I was using the full length of my
cock to fuck his sweet arse. I pulled his head around so I could kiss him as
we made love, our tongues eagerly searching the other's mouth. Finally the
feelings of his anus wrapped tightly around my cock grew to be too much for
me, I felt myself harden a little, and I exploded inside him, my hot cum
filling his chute. I lay gasping, my cock still inside him as we both came
down from the sexual high.

We lay together for five or ten minutes, my cock still semi hard and still
embedded inside him. I moved a little and felt myself harden again, so
slowly and gently I made love to him again. I knew it would take awhile, so
I just took my time, letting Chris enjoy the wonderful feeling of having
another man make sweet love to him. After fifteen minutes I again felt
myself nearing the end, I quickened a little then pushed myself deep inside
him as I again came heavily. We lay gasping for breath, until I let my now
softened cock slip from him, I rolled him over toward me and we kissed once
more. I held him close as we both drifted off into a deep and restful sleep.

As I slowly came awake the next morning I was aware of Chris spooned against
me, his morning hard on pressing against my rear end. He moved in his sleep
and I felt his cock slid deliciously between the cheeks of my arse. I gently
pushed back against him as he slept and was rewarded with the sensation of
his by now rock hard manhood sliding into me. The sensation must have been
enough to waken him, as I felt him slowly start the age-old motions of love.
His arm snuck over my shoulders and he drew me closer into him, his soft
young hands playing insistently with my nipples. I allowed a soft moan of
pleasure to escape from my lips as I felt his cock making love to my hole. I
reached behind me and held him to me, urging him on, turning my head I was
met with a long loving kiss, our tongues darting against each other in a war
dance of love. His hand slid toward my pole, which he took in hand and
gently began to stroke in time with his thrusting, his pace quickened a
little, his thrusts becoming longer and more urgent, I knew it would not be
long before he filled me with his boycum. I felt my balls begin to boil, the
hot cum rising up from it's resting place deep inside me. Suddenly I felt
myself release an enormous load, and Chris directed the spray over us both,
and then came heavily inside me, the hot cum almost burning it's way deep
into my waiting bowel. We lay panting, his hot young cock still firmly
inside my very being, I never wanted him to move, tears streamed down my
face as I realised just how much I had grown to love this boy, my rescuee!

'What's wrong?' he asked me concernedly, 'Did I hurt you?'

'No my love, you didn't hurt me, I am just so happy, I don't believe how
much I've grown to love you in such a short time.'

'I love you too Josh, I've loved you since that first rescue!' Tears were
forming in his eyes as well, he pulled out of me and I turned to face him,
we held each other tightly, our lips meeting once again. I softly kissed the
tears from his soft green eyes, we lay together kissing the tears from each
other's eyes for almost an hour, our joy at finding each other almost
overwhelming us. I would swear on a pile of Bible's that I had finally met
the man I had looked for for so long, the one man we all search so hard for,
the man of our dreams!

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

We spent most of the day in bed, talking to each other, learning of our
likes and dislikes. I asked him about his ambitions in life, he said he
wanted to be an artist, indeed he was quite skilled at drawing, I had seen
some of his artwork in his belongings and had been impressed at his ability.
I decided then and there that I would do everything in my power to make his
dreams come true. He asked me what I did for a living and I told him that I
did many jobs, I was a waiter/barman in the slack season and during the
cane-harvesting season I would go and haul sugar cane. It was a living
(just) for one person, but now I had Chris in my life as well I would have
to reconsider my options, a new, better paying career was in order! I lay
down a few ground rules for our relationship, stressing that until he was of
age we would need to be discreet about our bedroom activities. He agreed
totally, neither of us wanted to see me carted off to gaol!

We finally got out of bed around five that evening, showered and got
dressed. I told Chris to put on something decent to wear, I would take him
to the pub for dinner, as I didn't feel like cooking. He was soon ready and
we walked the short distance to the pub and sat at a table in the bistro. We
looked over the menu and I went and ordered for us both then got a beer for
myself, and a coke for Chris. We sat and talked about this and that until
the friendly waiter delivered our meals. We'd both gone for grain fed rump
steak, I had mushroom sauce on mine Chris had Diane sauce. We both opted for
salads. We were both hungry from the days activities and the meals were soon
gone, even the plates were scraped clean! The waiter took the plates away
and we looked over the dessert menu, and I again ordered for us both. Chris
had Apple Strudel while I had Crepes Suzette. When we finished I ushered
Chris into the bar where we sat and talked to some of the locals. I
introduced Chris as my foster son and he was quickly accepted into my circle
of friends.

Finally we took our leave, tomorrow would be a big day, I had to take Chris
to the local high school and enrol him, then we would need to go to town and
get the books and other stuff he would need. My emergency funds would be
well depleted after tomorrow!

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

About nine the next morning I helped Chris into the Olds and we made our way
down the winding range road towards the high school, forty kilometres away.
Half an hour later I pulled up in front of the school gates and we made our
way towards the administration building. The old school had not changed much
since I was last there thirteen years ago, a few new buildings maybe, and a
lot more students, but I thought I could probably still find my way around.
After all, I had spent the best part of five years here! We entered the
admin building and fronted the reception desk, a friendly secretary assisted
us with the forms and then asked us to sit a minute while she informed the
principal we were here.

A short while later, a short slightly balding man approached us, a friendly
smile across his generous lips, his hand outstretched.

'Mr Williams, I'm Mr Murphy, the principal here at Valley High. Welcome!' he
turned to Chris and shook his hand as well. 'And you must be Chris, welcome
to our school. Won't you come into my office?'

We entered the office ahead of him and spent the next half an hour
discussing subjects and so on, finally we shook hands again and left the
office. The secretary had a schedule and a school map as well as a book list
waiting for us. We thanked her and as we left the school, I pointed out
various buildings Chris would need to know about. We made our way back to
the car and headed off to town to try and get the rest of his school
supplies. After a bit of running around chasing various items we had almost
all the stuff he would need for his start at school the following day. I
loaded the last of it into the car and after getting in a week's supply of
groceries, we made our way home, Chris falling almost instantly asleep on my
shoulder as we made the long trip home.

We were both bushed by the time we got home, I unloaded the car and between
us we sorted out what he would need for the following day and stuffed it
into his backpack. I reheated the KFC I had gotten in town and we feasted on
that, the two little dogs begging for pieces of the succulent chicken, and
of course getting what they wanted. They knew exactly how to play me to get
what they wanted, the little towrags! After we had eaten and showered we
both crawled into bed, I set the alarm for six, as Chris would need to catch
the bus at six forty-five to get to the school in time. An idea he was not
happy with, but would soon grow used to. We were soon asleep in each other's
arms, pleasant dreams filling both our tired minds.

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

The next morning was just like I remembered from when I was still in school,
a mad dash to get Chris ready in time, a quick breakfast and out the door to
the bus stop. Chris looked a treat in his new school uniform and I just had
to take a photo or two, the proud father was coming out in me! We both
decided that I would walk him the short distance to the bus stop, he felt it
would be easier to make friends if the other kids knew who he was. I carried
his bag for him as he hobbled the short distance on his crutches. The bus
was not due for another five minutes, so I took the opportunity to introduce
Chris to the few kids I knew waiting for the bus. I asked one boy, Tristian,
who I knew to be in the same grade, if he could show Chris around the school
and he soon agreed. The two boys became fast friends, and I was happy to see
Chris already making friends. Maybe my fears would remain ungrounded, I
certainly hoped so. Finally the bus came and Tristian helped Chris onto the
bus, then my boy was gone, he would not be back until after four that
afternoon. I made my way home deep in thought, my life had changed so much
in just a few short days, changed forever, and I knew it had changed for the
better. A slight smile crossed my mouth as I wandered back up the hill
towards home.

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

>From the author: This next part will be told from Chris's point of view.

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

I was so grateful for Josh, he helped me to get ready for my first day at my
new school, helping me into my uniform, cooking a quick breakfast and so on.
He looked so proud of me that I let him take some photos of me in my new
uniform, I could tell it was important to him, so I didn't mind that much. I
was glad when he walked me to the bus stop, I was a little nervous as I
didn't know anyone from my new home other than Josh. He introduced me to a
couple of other kids, all younger than me, then I met Tristian! Tristian was
a nice looking kid, about my age, 16, light brown hair, a little taller than
me at about 5'8. He looked at the world through dark brown eyes, and seemed
to constantly smile. Idly I wondered what it would be like to fuck him,
quite good I expected, but I would not push my luck, I loved Josh, I loved
Josh a lot! I was not about to fuck up that relationship!

Tristian was easy to talk to and the more we talked the better we seemed to
get along, finally the bus came and Tristian helped me into the bus, letting
me sit next to the window, then taking the seat next to me. I turned and
waved goodbye to Josh, a slight pang of loneliness at leaving him for the
day passed slowly as the bus pulled away. Tristian and I talked the whole
way to school, a good hour away, by the time we had arrived at school we
were firm friends. He showed me where the lockers were, and helped me to
find the janitor and get an unused locker. I was lucky enough to get one
close to Tristian's. We gathered our books for the first period and made our
way to assembly. The usual boring stuff, then we made our way to class. I
had much the same schedule as Tristian, so I had no trouble finding where I
was supposed to be. Our first class was maths, not my favourite subject, but
it seemed Tristian was quite good at math and was happy to help me through
the problems.

The rest of the day flowed pretty much like any school day in any school, I
made a few friends, one or two girls in the class made google eyes at me,
but I ignored them as much as possible. I had no use for girls, I had a man
waiting for me at home! If these people only knew!

Everything was going great until the last period, social science. A boy I
did not know joined the class, he was a big lad, all muscle and he looked as
though that was all he had between his ears too, muscle! I took little
notice of him, I expected he was a football player or some such. I took my
place beside Tristian as I had been doing all day, my broken leg protruding
a little from beside the desk. The big lad sauntered down the row of desks
and as he passed me, deliberately kicked my broken leg. A shot of pain shot
up my leg and I screamed in pain, tears quickly forming in my eyes.

'Watch it ya idiot!' I yelled at him.

'Who ya calling a idiot, fuckhead!'

'Leave him alone John, ya fuckin bully!' said Tristian.

'You gonna make me?' said John.

'If I have to! Christ, can't you see his fuckin legs broken!'

Before John could answer the teacher arrived and John took his place. I
could see I would have trouble with this bloke.

The period ended and as I was getting to my feet the bastard knocked me
over, I landed flat on my face, my nose hitting the desk in front of me, and
blood started to gush from nose. I must have yelled as I went down because
the teacher saw what had happened.

'John, get to the principals office right now.'

'Why miss, I didn't do nothin!'

'I saw you trip Chris up, now get to the office, and if you aren't there
when I come up you'll be in detention for a month! Now get!'

John slinked off in the direction of the office. Tristian meantime held my
hand over my nose, squeezing my fingers together to stem the bloodflow. The
teacher came down to check on me.

'Are you all right Chris?'

'Yea just a blood nose!' I answered.

'Can you stay with him Tristian while I make sure that idiot gets what he
deserves?'

Tristian nodded in assent, 'He kicked Chris before class too miss, in his
broken leg.' He added as the teacher left. I heard her mutter under her
breath, something about the dickhead getting what for this time.

'That guys a total fuckwit man,' said Tristian, 'he does that all the time,
he needs fuckin with a big stick!'

I smiled through my bloodstained lips, what an end to my first day at a new
school! The school nurse came into the room, she soon had an icepack across
my nose, I could feel the blood slowly clotting, it was then I noticed the
blood stains on my new uniform.

'Shit, look at my uniform man, Josh is gonna be pissed off!'

'Don't worry Chris,' the nurse said, 'just tell your dad to soak it in cold
water before he washes it, it'll come straight out.'

I nodded thanks. Just then the teacher came back, "Well boys, you've missed
you're bus, can I call your mum or dad?'

'My parents will be at work until late,' said Tristian, 'no good calling
them!'

'Call Josh, he'll come get us.' I said. I just knew he would be pissed off,
but I was sure I could calm him down.

Josh showed up a half-hour later, I could tell right away that he was pissed
off. Someone had hurt his boy, I could see the look of concern in his eyes.

'What happened?' he asked. Tristian explained about John and I could almost
see the fire in Josh's eyes. He held me close, and I felt a little
embarrassed as he showed his love for me. He released me and went to see the
principal while we waited for him. He came back a little later and told us
that John would be expelled for a week, he had been on his last warning.
Josh led us to the car, Tristian carried my bag for me as I hobbled on my
crutches toward the Olds. Tristian's face lit up when he saw which car Josh
had brought. It was every boy's dream in my new hometown to ride in that
classic car, now he would finally get a chance!

I slid into the front seat next to Josh, then as Tristian was about to get
into the back seat, I slid across and told him sit up front next to me. Josh
started the car and we headed for home, unconsciously I lay my head on
Josh's shoulder and let my hand rest on his lap, I gave a start when
Tristian spoke.

'You two really love each other don't you!' he said.

I jerked my head off Josh's shoulder and retrieved my errant hand, a look of
horror on my face, a worried look across Josh's.

'It's OK,' Tristian continued, 'you're secret's safe with me, so are you
gay?'

I looked to Josh for guidance, this was new territory for me, was I about to
lose the only friend I had in my new hometown, and would he make life
impossible for us? Silently I pleaded with Josh to help me with this
dilemma.

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

*** That's it for this chapter, sorry it took so long, but things went from
crazy to horrendous this last week. The next chapter shouldn't be to far
away! ***

Thank you to all who wrote praising chapter one, this story will continue
for as long as you like! A special thanks to my good friend Jerry, Happy
Birthday dude!

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