Date: Mon, 24 May 1999 23:03:43 EDT From: Marrauder 390 Subject: Wills' Story parts 8-10 The story that follows is pure fiction. Do not read anything into it. It's make believe: what you see is what you get. The author neither promotes nor agrees with sexual relationships between men and teenage boys. I'm sure that there are characters who resemble those depicted in the story, but any resemblance to persons living or deceased is unintentional coincidence. Any sex acts depicted should not be attempted without proper precautions. You only have one life. If you value it, you will act wisely. If reading or possessing copies of this document violates local, sub-national or national laws where you live, please leave now. If you are below the age of consent in your community to read or possess material of this nature, please leave now. If you are offended by homosexual behavior,man/boy, man/teen, or boy/boy relationships, then please do not read any further. The author and this site assume no responsibility for consequences resulting from reading or saving this document. The author reserves all rights to this story. Please do not reproduce or distribute without permission. Positive comments and questions may be directed to marrauder390@hotmail.com. The author will neither read nor reply to flames. I try to reply promptly to all positive mail, so if you don't get a reply to a positive comment within a week, then please re-send it, as Hotmail may have lost it. Will's Story VIII The next day was Christmas Eve, and as evening drew on, I found myself entertaining my friend Rob from the autocross club. Rob is a cop in town, and stopped by for a snack and a quick visit between calls. He was once again telling me how much fun his GTI was, and how I should really get rid of my 2002 when he got a call on his radio. Some drunk had decided to violate a court order and was trying to move back into his girlfriend's house for Christmas. Rob was quite pissed off, as this was just one more of many such calls that evening. He was also more than a bit afraid because the weather was deteriorating into a really horrendous wintry mix of rain and slush, and while his Caprice cruiser was quite fast, it wasn't a 4x4, even with aircraft chains. I was in bed a couple of hours later when my doorbell rang. I looked over at the clock to see that it was around midnight. I couldn't imagine who would call on me at such an hour, and hoped it wasn't Jacob Marley. I stumbled to the door, listened apprehensively for the sounds of clanking chains, and opened it a crack to reveal a thoroughly miserable, wet and almost frozen teenager named (you guessed it!) William. William was dressed in sweats that were more than a little bit too small for him. Any movement showed some belly or lower back. He was drenched from the slush outside, and his top was torn at the collar. He was shivering, and his skin was really pale instead of the usual golden tan. His teeth were chattering, and his normally deep red lips were quite purple. Ice had formed in his hair and in his eyebrows making him look like an old man. I almost started crying. I brought him inside, quite automatically, and before he could speak, I told him that I'd get him a hot bath and some cocoa before we worried about anything else. I grabbed the Christmas blanket off the couch and wrapped it around him as I led him to the bathroom. He stood behind me shivering mutely as I drew the bath and when it looked ready, he asked me to help him get undressed an into the water. I was treated to a full frontal view, but what drew my attention was not his body, but how blue he looked. I was worried that he was going to be a very sick little boy. Will stayed in the water for some time, through at least 2 changes of the bath water. As he got warmer, he seemed to get more animated. I guessed that he was quite upset, so I didn't leave the room except to get more cocoa. Once again, Will didn't seem to mind his nudity, and he kept asking me not to leave the room, even though I was making no effort to do so. As Will continued to thaw out and notice his surroundings, he made no effort to cover himself, and seemed quite oblivious to my obvious discomfort at his nudity. Finally, when he seemed to be in danger of becoming a prune for life, he agreed to get out of the tub. Leaning heavily on my arm and shoulder, he got out, and perfectly natural, stood still while I wrapped him in a towel. Will dried off in silence, his only words being 'Please don't go' when I attempted to give him some privacy. When he was done, Will walked out of the bathroom, ignoring the dry sweats that I had put out for him. He asked for a blanket and wrapped up in that instead, discarding the damp towel that I had wrapped him up with after the bath. We moved into my TV room and after stoking the fire, I sat down on the couch, knowing that Will would sit next to me. I was not disappointed. I could barely see any boy at all under the blanket. A pair of cute deep green eyes peered out, kind of like a Jawa from Star Wars, only Jawas don't look this sad. Over the eyes, his ever so touchable eyebrows peeked out as well, showing just a glimpse of his slightly heavy forehead. His round little nose was the lowest feature visible, and everything save a couple of toes was covered in the red flannel blanket. We sat in silence as my grandfather clock ticked off the minutes, some part of me still expecting the boy to tell me that he was a Christmas ghost. After spending some time staring at the fire, I got up the courage and asked Will what had happened. IX It turns out that Rob must have been going to Will's house. What I had heard on the radio meshed perfectly with what Will was telling me. His step dad had come back to the house, drunk, and had tried to bluster his way in. When that didn't work, Vinnie had tried to force his way in. Will's sweatshirt had gotten ripped in the struggle, and Vinnie had slugged him a couple of times for blocking the door. This must have been when Will's grandmother called the police. Finally, realizing how dangerous his step dad was for him at the moment and rightly fearing for his life, Will ran off. Shoeless, dressed in only his sleeping sweats, Will had run off into the cold, wet, slushy night shortly before the police arrived. Will stumbled around for over an hour, hoping to get one of the neighborhood kids to take him in. Unfortunately, this being Christmas Eve, and rather sloppy weather wise, none of his friends were out. Furthermore, Will was afraid of the kinds of questions his friends' parents would ask when they saw how he was dressed, so he was afraid to knock on any doors. He was really going out of his mind with anxiety when he happened to see my Ram Charger parked in a driveway. Will knew my truck from school, and once he had seen that it was indeed my truck, he went to the house and rang the bell. I didn't know what to do about Will's story. I was scared and angry and feeling completely powerless. I could only think of one thing to do, so with his permission, I left the room and called the police. Fortunately, the cop who answered the phone was another one of my autocross buddies. I told him that I had a problem, and asked him to have Rob call me as soon as he could, 'quietly'. This was their way of saying to call me from a non-taped line. After promising the cop on the phone that he'd eventually get the whole story, and that I wasn't in any danger, I hung up and waited. A little while went by, during which time I turned up the heat in the house for Will and got some chicken soup ready to make, in case he needed it. When Rob finally called, I told him what was going on. He seemed intrigued that there was another boy involved, because Will's mother never mentioned him. She did demand that she be taken to a shelter with her two preteen boys, but she never mentioned an older boy who was missing. Rob had guessed correctly that there was one in the picture after seeing Will's room, but hadn't been able to press Will's mom about this. Rob was peeved at the mom to say the least, and promised to investigate further. I hung up the phone and paused to think for a moment when it started ringing again. Rob needed to know if Will could stay with me. Ours is a small town, with a small town mentality. His sergeant wanted him to solve the mystery of Will's mother's strange behavior before calling in Child Protective Services. They were quite eager to believe that she had forgotten about her oldest boy in her shock. Quite naturally, they were also eager to avoid all the messy paperwork that would arise should Will have to be moved to a shelter, and were looking to circumvent this by imposing upon me. Also, they figured that since I was a teacher who knew the boy, didn't that make me a good person to watch over him until the problem was resolved? Besides, Rob added, being in a group home on Christmas Day would be far worse an ordeal than the boy had already endured. X Some logic you can't argue with, and so I agreed to watch Will for the night. I walked back into the TV room intending to share this news with Will, but the sight that greeted me stopped me in my tracks. Sprawled across the couch, quite naked, the red flannel blanket on the floor, was my little friend Will. I guess the combination of shock, stress, and the really warm house had put him to sleep, which is not surprising considering the circumstances. Up to that moment, I had never considered using words like 'sweet' and 'beautiful' to describe another male, but looking at the 13 year old boy sprawled across my couch on his back, they came rushing unbidden into my thoughts. One of his hands was curled up resting on the center of his chest, and the other was next to his head. His pale blonde hair had dried and fallen back into its bowl cut, seemingly without a hair out of place. His eyelids looked so impossibly delicate as they covered his green eyes; his pouty lips seemed intoxicatingly beautiful and his round little chin begged to be touched. His dusky golden tan skin stretched tightly across his chest, from his protruding collarbones, across barely perceptible pectorals, down and though a tight little belly and onward to the point where his legs met. His penis rested at this spot, looking small and cute, with his tiny balls spread out below it. I couldn't believe that I was looking at a penis and finding it cute!! My eyes traveled onward to his legs, which were not yet muscular, but looked lithe and powerful in their smoothness. The little toes at the ends of his feet like perfect little toys. I could see no blemish or mark on him to detract from the aura of perfection that surrounded him. I moved closer to study this magnificent work of art that lay on my couch. I was powerless to stop myself, the whole while telling myself how wrong it was. I studied his face for a long while, taking in each line and curve, marveling at the deep redness and curves of his lips, tracing the many curves of his nose with my eyes. I longed to touch, but my mind was screaming how wrong this was! I was entranced by the patterns of veins on his delicate eyelids, and stared fascinated as the eyes danced below them. What was this beautiful creature dreaming of? I studied his beautiful eyebrows and his almost-too-heavy forehead, caught in a spell by the way that the light from the fire danced in his hair and on his skin. Finally, my gaze wandered downward. I was enthralled by the place where his neck met his shoulders. I could not fathom a more beautiful spot on any human, regardless of gender. The sweep of his traps downward towards the knobs at the top of his arms was beauty like none I had ever seen. His arms, although sleek and hairless, seemed powerful yet delicate, as if carved by an ancient Greek sculptor. When my eyes resumed their trip again, they found the pronounced cleft that ran between his tiny pectoral muscles and down his abdomen. I gazed raptly at his tiny little nipples and watched the rise and fall of his chest as he slept. I memorized each and every curve of his ribs as they made their way from his back to this sternum. This body was truly a work of art in the purest sense, so exquisitely sleek and radiant. The boy's innie belly button held my attention as it gently rose and fell with each breath, nestled among a set of pronounced, yet boyishly undeveloped abs. How I longed to give him a raspberry and see him jump! Finally, as I followed the curves of his lower abdomen past the dancing blue veins where his legs met his body, my study led to the boy's penis. What a beautiful organ it was. I had never studied my own or anyone else's when I was younger, and as I contemplated Will's, I wondered why I hadn't. Will's circumcised little penis was so achingly beautiful. It was not terribly developed for a 13 year old boy, being almost completely hairless and only about 2 inches long. Its satin softness accentuated by a delicate sheen of perspiration. At the top of his penis, a plump mushroom - shaped glans looked so right on top of a firm, short, satin shaft. The circumcision line on his penis was definitely not too neat, and I could see a slight step as the shaft continued down towards his body. The work of a sloppy, greedy, uncaring doctor, it somehow seemed so right as I deliberated over it. His tiny dime sized testicles were definitely in residence in his small hairless scrotum as it glistened under a light sheen of sweat. I stopped to pore over the delicate maroon and purple webbing of veins visible just below the surface of this scrotum, completely taken by its beauty and delicateness. The only concession to puberty evident was the few wispy strands of downy blond hair at the base of his penis, where it met his body. Both the boy's tiny little penis and little scrotum were the same dusky tan color as the rest of him, save for a slight redness on the head of his penis, and a decided purplishness around its rim. I was drawn closer by its beauty, and by the slight intoxicating musky odor that emanated from this area of the boy. Closer and closer I drew, helpless to stop myself, stopping less than six inches from the little organ. If I had been enthralled by the beauty of the boy as he slept, then I was being enchanted by his penis. It seemed so perfect as it sat there glistening in the firelight under a light sheen of sweat. At this distance, my breath was playing upon the organ and I gazed intently as each breath of mine caused the downy blond pubic hairs to shiver and dance. I don't know how long this continued before a sleepy voice giggled "Hey, that tickles!" More coming soon.... Positive comments may be sent to marrauder390@hotmail.com. Flames will be deleted. If I don't reply to your positive comments within a week, please resend, as Hotmail may have lost it.