Date: Sat, 14 Apr 2001 15:13:52 -0700 (PDT) From: Zane Green Subject: UnderGround Angel-12 This work is fictional. None of the characters are based on real people. Please do not read if you are not of legal age or Adult-Youth stories get your zebra or any other animal you think of. Comments can be directed to ZaneG7@Excite.com and are greatly appreciate it. The author holds copyright. Underground Angel: Part Twelve by Zane Hunter Green The buried hotel reminded me of the Subway Museum. It was a relic; it seemed to be a living breathing one. I wondered just how many people were aware of its existence. Clearly Sam wasn't the only one because there appeared to be others present as I heard the murmur of voices from a distance. Sam was a very old man. His eyes were glued to Sash, and he was watching Sascha hobble with some concern. "I can find an ace bandage for the boy. I'll show you where you can go to wrap it while I prepare some food." "Sam, Kurt has a problem?" "With you around Sascha, whatever could it be? Unless too many men envy him?" "My people planted an explosive on him. Do you know how to dismantle a bomb." "A what! I engineered this place which I'll show you around later but I'm afraid I know nothing about deactivating projectile materials. Is he on a timer?" "No" "Damn, I had almost forgotten that I was a living explosion waiting to happen." "I know of one who lives in the tunnels who can help, he used to work for the French Resistance, I'll get him here word of mouth. It may take several hours though." French Resistance, this was growing ever more strange, it was reminding me more and more of a second rate cult film. I wouldn't have been surprised if someone off set yelled cut. If this were one of my commercials it would be selling either an insurance policy, or designer jeans. Sam showed us into a chamber that looked exactly like a bedroom in a movie set. He handed me the beige bandage for Sash. A door was closed and I was momentary alone with him. I was still shaken with my own personal predicament so I never noticed that Sash was removing all of his clothes. I gasped when I looked up and saw him. The pale creamy body a soft and solid as a marble sculpture of a very young God, or a Greek gymnasts from the days when they competed nude. I was in heaven just looking at him. In the dim light of the room he looked like a spirit, too beautiful to be human to perfect. I sighed as he held out his arms to me. "Kurt, I'm scared I want you to hold me, and make love to me so I don't have to think about anything but you" "Oh Sash, my angel!" " Just hold me, okay." "First, let me put this on. I gently picked up his injured ankle and wrapped it. I was glad that Sam found the bandage for us." I then sat down on the bed and pulled Sash into my lap, one very hot and naked handful. He cuddled against me; I put my arms around him and felt the beating of his heart, or was it mine? The pressure of having his naked bottom against my groin caused the bulge in my pants to harden. I'm sure he knew the effect he was having on me as he squirmed into my now boy alerted, sensitive cock. "Sash, honey. I'll do whatever I can to help you. We'll get your box, and then I will try and take you to your home but I have no idea where it is." "Kurt, let me tell you who I am, and why I choose you." "Yes, I really do not understand much beyond the fact that I can't seem to get enough of you." "Well for one thing I watched you in the park that morning that you helped the little boy with his drawings. Most men never take time out to see what children do, or how much their scribbles mean to them, especially a stranger's child. Then when you chased that last drawing I decided that you could help me." "Where were you?" "I spied you through the bushes. I had come up because I had considered going back to my Hotel and dealing with Yarrow but I knew I really wasn't ready yet. When fate brought you down into the sub-way I knew that you had been chosen to be my helpmate." "Helpmate? No kid from here would use that word. So who are you?" "Who do you think I am?" "I have no idea Sash, except your name sounds slightly Russian." "Well I am a Prince, not a real one mind you, but my Father is wealthy enough to own a country if he desired. He actually owns an Island, and it is free from any governmental actions but his own rules. I won't tell you how he made so much money, but he is one of the richest men on Earth. He said if anything happens to me I am to find his friend Jake." "Does this Jake own a soda company?" "Yes, I think so." "I can find him for you I think." "But I need the box." "Okay dear boy what is in this box?" "A relic." "What is so important about this relic, is it a religious relic of some sort?" "In a way it is, it is a scroll from another world. My Father was its guardian. It needs to remain unread by any other, and I am to the new guardian if something has happened to him, which he was afraid might. I have been trained to read it without using the power for my own gain and without dying from the words, the words are that strong, they can create such saddens that upon reading you can't go on, they can hypnotize your involuntary body functions so you can't breathe, they can also offer the way to freedom, and riches. Signing the words in my mind in the pure voice is how I can read, and it has to be read to stay alive. Some train as a knight, I was trained to read. I brought the book with me as my father thought it would be safer, he is much older than I and he had been attacked." "Attacked?" "He had been blinded." "So it's a book that's in your box?" "A living book!" "Do you want to tell me more?" "Not now, I want you to make love to me again, if I ask sweetly?" "What if Sam comes in?" " Silly, Kurt, he left me here with you so we could be together, this hotel has a history, but Sam will tell you all about it. He loves to tell about the New York he lived in when he was a boy. He would be disappointed if we didn't have fun though. This room has a special history; it was designed for people like us. Men like you, and punks like me." "You're far from any punk that I have ever seen." "I'm all punk, that's what Sam said they called gay boys like me in his time." "Punks?" "Try me and find out, I'm all punk." "Are you sure he didn't mean Puck?" "As in hockey or Shakespeare?" "As in the spirit of the woods." "I was hoping that you would say you'd swipe me with your stick again." "Sash, you are an incorrigible punk aren't you?" "Yes my Kurt, and I want to stop talking and kiss you." Before it had been rushed. When I took him from behind against the subway column until I realized that he was light enough to pick up. It had been raw sex, actually staged as a performance for another man, who wasn't alone. We had been actors in a bazaar video presentation, which reminded me. "Sash are we still being observed through hidden cameras?" "Not here, we're too far underground." "So this is for our own pleasure then?" He inched away from me, got up spun around and sat down with his beautiful face watching me. Finally he reached to me, and his lips searched and then were pressed on mine. I lost no time in taking over. I never knew that a boy would like to kiss, many men didn't. I knew men who wouldn't kiss at all. I happened not to be one of them. I loved to exchange the pressure of my mouth, the tang of the tongue pressing it's way into the mouth of another, feeling my partners tongue slip into my mouth, exploring the roof of my mouth, but there had never before been one like Sash for me to kiss before this. His tongue was a signal that went straight to my groin. I pushed back into his mouth, as I lifted him from my lap and lay him down on the bed. He was already making soft sounds as I started to explore the silkiness of his skin. They say that skin is an organ, but on Sash it was so much more. This boy was smooth, and almost hairless, as I caressed him I felt Goosebumps emerge as my very touch excited him. I drew back to study him. He really was a living statue of perfection. "Come on Kurt, you treat me like I'm made of glass or something." "What are you made of Sash?" "Flesh and blood, see" He held his peeking boycock proudly in his hand. His tiny balls were under like a very small heart of flesh." "Are you offering that to me?" He giggled as I drew my head down and encircled his succulent flesh in my mouth. I lightly swallowed the tender rod, passing my tongue wickedly into and out of his tiny hole. He sighed as I sucked him unmercifully ever stopping to flick my tongue hoping for the sweet salt of him, but he was impossibly young in his prepubescent body, I flicked him over as the heat of my hardened cock took over, and I wanted only to join with him. I could have pressed the rod of manhood into his mouth but I was after another target. One that I had tried on before. He had a butt that drew a man like myself in a near hypnotic trace. I griped his thighs and drew him ever closer. I pressed his hand to my zipper and instructed him." "Pull it down!" He did as I told him. "You're so hard Kurt" "You know why?" "Because of me?" "Yes because there is a beautiful naked boy within arms length of me, and I'm going to fuck his skinny little perfect butt as soon as he says the magic word." "What word?" "That it's okay." "Oh Yes! I told you again and again and again, fuck me fuck me, fuck me. "Babe, I don't think I can do it three times in a row but I will try." I helped Sash lay on his back, and kissed the back of his calves as he moved his legs upward exposing his ass to me, his beautiful boycunt, slightly discolored and already slightly dilated. I found the indented place between his crack and my finger pressed inward to feel the suction. He sighed with contentment as I got ready to up the ante of excitement. I knew already how much he liked his prostate pressed, so I slipped two fingers into his anus to find the gem within him. He moved and wriggled appreciatively as I glossed my penis with spit and got ready to ease it into him. I pulled my fingers out as I got into position for my dick to move in to the most precious space it had ever been to. "OOOOHHH" he crooned. I had slipped in and waited for him to relax so I could start to plunder him. Slowly at first my cock moved along the warm hall that clutched it. As my excitement grew I watched his face, those violet eyes wide with pleasure. As his lips parted for another soft ahhh, I bent over and kissed him. When I pulled my lips away as my cock tugged back he smiled up at me, that was all it took, I was ready now to push and leap back as my rod enslaved by him, his scent his overpowering beauty, his submission, wanted to hammer into him again and again and…just before the final wave my juices ready to run wild I heard a voice. "Stop it asshole!!!" Yarrow stood over us. Sash moaned and closed his eyes. I spurted my seed involuntarily on his belly as I pulled out. I was fighting mad. This was too much! I tore off my shirt then leaped upon Yarrow and knocked him to the far side of the room away from Sascha. He socked me in the eye, but I was a bull charging the annoying flea. I pulled out the ridiculous nipple ring bomb thing; we could both go together!! But to both our surprises nothing happened. Yarrow managed to get away in the surprise of the moment when I realized I would live. He turned to Sash "Come on get dressed I'm taking you back. Your friend Sam just had a nice long talk with me, and I know where he put the box. Let's get it, and then go home." I said, "No, he is mine. I'm taking him home" "Your what? You cocksucker? He's done traveling anywhere with you! Come on Sascha let's go. I'm commanding you as your legal guardian. This piece of shit here is nothing; he can't help you entertaining in bed, as he seems to be. If I had more time I might try him out myself. That's all he's good for. You need a man, not a whore!" Sash shook his head. Yarrow went to grab him by the arm. I leaped towards him and would have done damage if the jerk didn't spin and give me a low and rude kick in my most tender of places. Then the bastard ran off. At least he left Sash with me. I wasn't about to tear after him with my dick hanging out and halfway nude and bend over in pain, so he managed to get away. Sash looked at me as he started to dress. "We can't let him get the box Kurt." "You said that Sam had it?" "Sam hid it for me, at the other side of the caves" "And where might that be?" "Near the aqueducts" "Let's go Sash. We can out smart Yarrow at his own game. We just have to get to the box first. I moaned as I dressed" It would have been nice to get some rest but there wasn't time now to stop. Sash and I left the strange buried hotel and made our way back into the caves. This time I was the one limping.