Date: Sat, 18 Jun 2016 12:50:37 +0100 (BST)
From: Dick <man.spirit@tutanota.com>
Subject: The Safe Zone - Chapter 8

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The Safe Zone: Chapter 8

Oscar stood silently with T. They were both very hungry and T. knew that
Oscar would never cry until the hunger pangs grew too much for the little
child to bear. Oscar felt the enormous love of T. cocooning him and tried
his best never to let T. see his pain. Oscar could not bear to see T. sad
because of him.

"Let's walk a bit," said T., "I'll beg."

After walking the dirt road for some time they chanced upon a man resting
with his bullock cart. Keeping Oscar behind himself, T. spread both his
palms in front of the man.

"Please sir! Spare some food."

The man opened a sleepy eye and regarded T. warily. Seeing that it was just
a little boy he grunted and reached out for his little bundle of clothes.

"Here's a rupee. Go and buy yourself something. Is that your brother?"

"Yes sir! Thank you most kind sir!"

T. looked towards the village shops. One rupee would buy them both a meal
which they could share. It wasn't much but it meant that they wouldn't
starve that day at least. Slowly walking to one of the shops T. bought some
dry bread pieces and a thin curry. As a treat for his precious brother
T. got a tiny piece of hard, brightly coloured candy ball. Oscar's eyes
gleamed when he saw the candy ball. It was such a rarity for him to even
see a candy, much less actually have it in his mouth.

With the broadest of smiles, to keep his precious's spirits up T. walked
with his brother towards a huge rubbish dump. That was one place behind
which T. could be assured of not being disturbed while they ate. Else the
street dogs might attack them. Nasty things they were to kids. Behind the
dump was a small grove of trees and it was inside that where T. meant for
them to sit down to eat in peace.

Spreading their meal fit for kings over the grass, T. broke a small portion
of the bread, and dipped it in the curry. He held his brother's chin up and
gently put the morsel in his brother's mouth. Oscar chewed and gulped
hungrily. T. waited till Oscar had swallowed completely before placing the
next morsel. And finally Oscar got the best morsel of them all. The
candy. T.'s eyes lit up to see Oscar's happy smile. He hugged Oscar
tightly.

Little Oscar extricated himself from the hug and reached out for a piece of
bread, he grabbed it and proffered it towards T.'s mouth. His hand couldn't
reach up there. T. had not even tasted the food yet, and he would not till
Oscar was done. T. would have stayed hungry if there was only food for one
person. Precious things were meant to be nurtured.

"Now you lie down here and rest, honey."

Oscar nodded and lay flat on the ground, his torn knickers giving him an
uncomfortable fit. It was yet another warm day and both T. and Oscar were
wearing knickers and nothing else. T. had bundled up their shirts and kept
it aside. Soon Oscar was fast asleep. Seeing that Oscar was uncomfortable
wearing his knickers, he gently pulled them off. T. stripped off completely
too. Oscar's tiny penis lolled to one side of his thigh. T. bundled up
their knickers with their shirts and settled to eat, stark naked, with his
nude brother sleeping beside him on the grass.

After every bit of the leftover food had gone inside T.'s belly T. went
across to the stream running thru the grove to pee. A satisfying pee and a
fart later T. came to settle down on the ground next to his
brother. T. hugged Oscar and dozed off.

Oscar was the first to wake up, needing to pee and shit. T. walked him to
the stream and squatted with him while Oscar shat. Afterwards T. washed
Oscar's anus carefully. Just to ensure that Oscar's had a clean asshole
T. sniffed his fingers ? no smell.

Does all this offend you, Mr. Reader? If it does, go take a flying
fuck. This is known as love. Understand it before you even dream of
condemning it.

T. had been to the rubbish dump before to forage of food and he took Oscar
inside the mountains of rubbish to do the same ? dinner needed to be
searched for. It was a wonder what people had discarded, and some of the
food was, well, food. T. got a polythene bag, just slightly torn, and
deposited a half eaten apple, a big loaf of bread and some potatoes. Dinner
was ready! The place did stink a bit, but as far as T. was concerned they
would be undisturbed here in the night. No one ever came in the little
lanes created by the huge mounds of rubbish. Oscar pointed to a bright
packet ? there used to be hard candies in it. Hopefully T. felt inside the
packet. It was empty. T. smiled at Oscar.

"Never mind baby! We'll look for your candies."

Oscar grunted softly in acknowledgement.

Dinner that night was over a hard rock somewhere in the middle of the piles
of rubbish. It was a still, warm night with no breeze inside those little
lanes. Both of them were still fully naked. They would sleep in the nude
too. There dad used to encourage his boys to do so to beat the heat in
their tin shed. Sleeping naked was the best way, he would say.

T. would look at his dad's pubic bush and wish for one on himself too. But
for now he had to be content with no bush and no dad. T. knew that bodies
are always meant to be kept clean.

"We are poor but not dirty." His father used to say. And T. would always
see to it that Oscar was always scrupulously clean, washing his little body
gently with water. Oscar loved to play in water, so it was not a difficult
chore for T. And the village had plenty of water running in clear streams.

That night the brothers slept hugging each other, as they had always
done. The difference was that they were not in their usual tin bedroom, the
mounds of garbage became their bedroom.

T. couldn't sleep for a while after Oscar was fast asleep in his arms. He
couldn't imagine which of his sorrows was the greatest ? that they were
orphaned, or that they had nowhere else to go but the rubbish dump, or that
Oscar was born without the ability to speak. Grunts were all Oscar would
ever manage in his life.

A single tear stubbornly refused to stay hidden in T.'s eye and pushed
itself out to fall on Oscar's cheek. That little bundle of precious flesh
slept the sleep of innocence. T. knew that they had to find a place for
them to live real quick, in this place both of them would fall sick. Once
their father had mentioned that many miles away from their village was a
"home for abandoned old men". T. could not imagine if they would take pity
on two young boys and let them stay but he reasoned that it was worth a
try. The questions were, how would they know where to go? And when they
did, how were they supposed to get there? Trying to puzzle out the
solutions to their dire problems T. fell into deep sleep.

The cawing of hungry crows brought T. back from his dreams. Oscar was still
fast asleep, a drool had gathered on T.'s belly where Oscar had shifted his
head on in his sleep. T. gently lifted Oscar's head and laid it on the
ground. T. urgently needed to shit and pee. But he wouldn't leave Oscar
alone. He might wake up and be frightened. For the next hour T. fought back
the growing discomforts in his bowel and bladder. Oscar stirred suddenly
and stretched. Opening his eyes he called out for his brother. T. called
out a cheerful greeting and scooped Oscar in his arms. Oscar's little penis
was piss hard and T. quickly walked him to the stream and both squatted
together on the ground. A thin stream of pee squirted out of Oscar's penis
as T.'s bowel pushed out quantities of stinking turd. Oscar farted and
dropped a brown poop. T.'s cock was still erect after his bladder emptied
and Oscar playfully caught it as he shat. T. liked Oscar holding his
cock. It gave him a good feeling. Strangely it kept his cock from going
down.

Oscar finished shitting first and kept playing with T.'s erect
cock. T. shat some more and was done sometime before he realized that both
their assholes needed washing before the shit dried up. He grabbed
palm-cupfulls of the streaming water and washed his brother's ass gently
with his fingers. And then he washed his own anus. All this while Oscar
continued to play with T.'s erection, pulling back the foreskin and
twirling his fingers over the cock tip.

I looked at T. after he had finished this part of his story. We had driven
for quite a few hours and my butt was hurting a bit. T. had finally
squirmed himself out of his pants and had his fist around his erect penis
as he was telling his tale. The memories of his brother playing with his
penis had aroused him. Brotherly love and brother sex are both natural and
beautiful and the ages of the brothers don't matter.

And you haters know what you can do, right? Yep! Take a flying fuck.

T. and I got out of the car. T. had kept his pants in the car as we could
see no soul for miles around. T. pissed for some time. I farted and
pissed. Both stared at each other's erect penises. But knew we couldn't do
anything. It was best to be going on our way. We needed to reach before
nightfall.

"Did you find the old-age home, T.?"

"Yes, we got a ride from a passing bullock cart who passed us to another
before the last bullock rider got us "admitted" in the home. The owner was
a half blind and kindly old man who took pity on us. He decreed that we
would stay at that home till we were old enough to fend for ourselves. He
taught me to make myself useful around the house. Wash dishes, sweep. There
wasn't a lot of work. And the afternoons and nights were me and my
brother's to spend as we wanted. We would mostly stay in our room with the
door shut. That way we could sleep naked. And we would always sleep naked
with each other every night. The few inmates of that home wouldn't bother
with us and left us alone.

"As we grew older I learnt to masturbate on my own and soon helped my
brother masturbate. For some reason my brother loved to sniff and lick my
anus while I was masturbating. I could never figure out why. But enjoyed
the feelings enormously. I would lick my brother from his face to his toe
and his shoulders to his heals. Getting hard and staying that way for hours
in the afternoon was almost a daily ritual for us both."

I smiled with pleasure, T. was a horny little boy even then and his kid
brother seemed to mirror him completely. By the time T. was 10 he and his
brother would be locked in the delightful embrace of 69 for many hours in a
day. Neither could produce cum just yet, but orgasms were common.

The owner of that home found them in the lock of 69 one evening when he
came into their room to call them for dinner. He didn't utter a word and
went back to the dining hall. They never talked about it, but from that day
on he never came into their room again. The brothers continued their sexual
activities as before. They were happy with their bodies and no stinking
fuck-shit of a hater in this world has a right to judge them on it.

I looked ahead and spotted the nursing home in the distance. We had almost
reached our destination. T. had to stop telling his tale. We had important
work to be done first. We pulled back our pants and stepped out of the
car. The tiny attending doctor immediately led us to the waiting area.

"Little Bobby is waiting for you Dr. Charles", he chirped.

And indeed, 'Little Bobby' was sitting on the sofa dangling his legs,
looking none the worse for his ordeal. I held out my hand in greeting.

"I am Dr. Charles", I introduced myself, "and what is your name?"

"He can't speak doctor."

T. gave a start. Although Little Bobby was quite certainly not Oscar,
T. felt hope rising in his heart.

"Will you come with us?", T. asked Little Bobby. The child
nodded. T. hugged him. And they were friends instantly.

I paid the nursing home bill, noting that Little Bobby needed no special
care anymore and was fit to leave with us.

When Little Bobby saw that we were taking him to a car he started running
towards it joyfully. Apparently it was a huge novelty for him to get into a
car. T. opened the car door and Bobby jumped into the back seat. T. got in
with him.

"And where shall we ride to, Bobby?" he asked.

Bobby grinned hugely at T. and pointed to a road leading to the right.

"You want us to take you somewhere, Bobby?" I asked.

Bobby nodded and jumped excitedly on the seat. I smiled at T. and started
the car. The cool interior of the car excited Bobby even more. He played
with the seat belts.

"Do you have friends you want us to meet Bobby?" T. was leading him on.

Bobby nodded.

"Friends of your age?"

Bobby nodded again, holding up one finger.

"Oh! One friend?"

One nod again.

"Like you?"

Bobby nodded again and placed both his palms over his mouth.

"Someone like you who can't speak?"

A vigorous nod from Bobby.

T. gripped Bobby's hand tightly. "Lead us to him!", T. shouted.

I sped up my car. We were on a mission.



.... to be continued