Date: Tue, 09 Mar 2004 21:09:42 -0300
From: pookieis@innocent.com
Subject: Milt's a Pensive Lover! 16

Milt's a Pensive Lover! 16
By: PookieisATinnocentDOTcom


Hi guys, it's me here. Caleb.

Aww. Shit man. I'm no writer. I don't know where to start and what to tell
you guys.

I better try starting from the start. That's as good a place as any.

I haven't told many people a lot about me. Not even Milt. There are reasons
for that. Its not like I'm trying to be all secretive or nothing, but I
come from a family who's very powerful and am worried about this getting
back to them.

My father's a diplomat. Yeah, he's old and out of it now but he still likes
to think he's on the ball. We never got on. He'd be travelling or throwing
mass orgies at home when mother was out on shopping sprees in Europe.

Well, I guess orgies isn't the right word. He used to invite all his old
pals and some well paid under aged whores and they would all go at it. I
accidentally walked in one night, wondering what all the commotion was
about. I was only 9 or 10.

One of the guys grabbed hold of me, thinking I was one of the invited boy
whores. When father saw it was me, he scolded me and grounded me for
'interferring'.

After that, he made life rather unbearable for me. Right to the point where
I ran away from home at 12. I hitched rides to the coast. Some guys would
want a hand job in return. Others a blow job. And even though they promised
they'd not cum in my mouth, they always did.

It was one of those guys, a trucker, who spotted me rummaging through the
trash one night. He said that he knew of somebody who could offer me a job
and some good money. I asked if it would be hard work, he said it was
nothing I hadn't done before.

Hungry and willing to do anything for a buck, he took me to a guy called
Bert.

**** was a smut peddler. He took one look at me and appeared keen. There
was an underground market for kiddie porn and apparently I was going to be
the next big thing.

At first, I didn't mind. It was nothing speial, just a jack off with
another young kid and a bit of a blow job. The other kid wouldn't cum, so I
wasn't worried.

The circle of undesirables around me grew to the point where I'd be rented
out to dirty old men for a prenium. I'd only see a small percentage of the
money, though.

Of course, there were some bigwigs in the clique. Rich businessmen financed
the operation, out of work filmmakers did the work and they even had a
priest to enlist the boys.

The number of kids I saw come and go. I didn't know what became of them,
but some were frightened for their lives.

Age and puberty set in. As my voice began to change, and the pubes took
root, I could see my days were numbered.

One afternoon, I was called in to see Bert. As I was waiting outside the
office door, I could hear a conversation he was having with some other guy
who had a really deep and creepy voice. They were talking about me, saying
that I was past it and if they let me go, I'd run to the cops. The creepy
voice said that would be no problem as he was looking for a star for a
snuff film ordered from overseas.

I put two and two together and took off. I ran for miles and miles, not
looking back. Not knowing if anybody was chasing after me.

I hitched interstate, shaved off my hair, tried to continue my education
but mostly tried to survive. Even though it meant I had to debase myself
very often. I was sick, I had nasty headaches and would wake in strange
places, sometimes it would take me days to go back home.

That was all those years ago, and here I am, after all my ordeals. At least
that's as much as I'm willing to tell people. There's much more, a darker
side, but I don't see any point in opening those old wounds.

Of course, I changed my name. If I told you my birth name, it would cause a
national scandal. I don't have anything to do with my parents anymore, but
I now get a nice allowance thrown into my bank account every week, probably
to keep my mouth shut.

So, last summer, I decided to change my life. To get a job, an education. I
realised just how pointless my life was. I'd seen so many lives come and
go, so many wasted on the streets that I didn't want to be one of them.

I moved here, enrolled at a community college, trying to finish high school
at nights. Got me a job at the munch cafe during the days. Made a few
friends from here and there. Things were going well.

Until my past began to catch up with me. At first I thought it was just a
coincidence, but the names and the faces were the same, just some years
older. I was scared shitless, worried they'd recognise me or something.

The headaches began again. I realised I had to take control of my life and
not let them continue to haunt me from back then.

And Milt. Poor Milt. He didn't do anything wrong. Nothing like what they
sad he did.

Oh, fuck. I got so caught up in my story that I didn't tell you all about
Milt.

As you remember, we went up to the cabin. Milt was busy playing on the
computer and I was preparing dinner. Something about the fresh mountain air
made me feel so horny that I'd even thought of fucking Milt on the dining
table after dinner.

Anyways, I asked Milt to go and get some more firewood. A minute or so
later, I heard Milt mumbling something and then scream. I just thought he
found a snake or something, but when I heard the shots, I ran out to see
Milt on the ground, bleeding badly.

I turned and saw a half dozen cops with their pistols still aimed on
Milt. They killed him.

I was in shock, I went to pick him up, but they wouldn't let me. I asked
them what happened, they said he was going to attack them with the axe.

I told them this was stupid as he wouldn't attack anybody, but what they
told me next left me numb.

They said that they had a tail on Milt for several days now. They got a
lead that he was responsible for all the murders around the city lately. No
fucking way! That's not Milt. Of course, I'd only known him for a few
months, but this is something you'd pick up on quite easily. At least for
me, who's been on the streets and I could see nothing nasty in Milt's
manner.

Of course, I don't believe Milt had anything to do with them. He was a
vegetarian, for fuck's sake! He wouldn't eat meat, let alone badly chop up
and bite the cock off one of his victims.


{ Editor's note: Due to legal proceedings, it was necessary to expurgate
this section )


So that's why it's just gotta happen. And tonight, Doug the film maker will
die. Just like Father Jonas and businessman Bert.


Then End.