Date: Sun, 10 Aug 2003 21:12:55 EDT
From: Kyp127@wmconnect.com
Subject: Only the Good Die Young       Part1: From the Dunes there came a Boy

Okay, so I got to go over all of the warnings. Do NOT read this story if
your under 18 or whatever the legal age for this is in your area. Do NOT
read this if your offended or disgusted by gay relations, especially those
of minors. These characters are all original, yet they may reflect people
in my life. No real life situation is included. To post this story on
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need to e-mail me about this one, okay? Good, now on to the story.


Only the Good Die Young
Part 1: From the Dunes there came a Boy


	A whirl of dust swept across the desert's dune, causing the boy to
pull his hat down further to shield his face. He lifted his face slightly,
provoking the sunlight to illuminate his face, and his crystal blue eyes
gleamed at what he saw. The small town before him, Malbran, was less then
five miles away.
	`I'm almost there', he thought grinning. He quickly quelled the
grin and continued his treck through the desert, which was now dotted with
small shrubs. His long sun bleached golden-brown hair clung to his neck,
the sweat in it evident as in clung in uneven locks. His young face, though
hardened by months of traveling alone, retained its boyish charm and
cuteness. His light brown hat, fashioned in the traditional western style,
was adorned by a simple golden braid. He wore a pair of tightfiiting blue
jeans, showing off two of his best features. His white, button-up shirt was
tucked into his jeans, and a black sleeveless vest was on top of that. Over
it all he wore a light brown cloak that he kept pulled close to his
body. `No use letting every bountyhunter in town know that he wore a
gunbelt' he thought. He was 5'6", which might have been considered short
for his age, but that was hard to determine because he looked to be
anywhere between 14 and 16. He had a fairly well defined frame, and, at 125
pounds, looked pretty damn hot.
	His blue eyes gazed up again at the town and he noticed that he was
within a mile of it. `Thank God', he thought, `finally I can take a bath
and get a bite to eat'. At the thought, he patted the pouch where he had
carried his food and found, for the third time that day, that it was
empty. He rechecked his canteen and had the same results. `Glad I came
across this town when I did, or I might not have made it to tomorrow', he
said to himself. It had been a good week since he had left Jueno, the town
some 80 miles north of here. The desert had slowed him down considerably,
but he wasn't too worried. He'd rest, catch a bite to eat, then decide what
to do next.
	He was just walking under the wooden arch of the town's entrance at
the end of that last thought. The arch was embellished with the words
`Welcome to Malbran" and the arch connected to the tall wooden fence that
surrounded the town, protecting it from wildlife and invaders. The two
guards that were on duty on the inside of the fence looked him over and
whispered quietly to each other. After a few moments and a quick bribe,
they waved him through. He pulled his cloak closer to him as he walked pat
the wooden store fronts, examining some of them, but mainly just looking
for a hotel. A handful of people lined the dusty main street, but most were
inside the establishments as it was now nearly lunchtime, and everybody
wanted to get out of the heat. Those present, however, looked at him
suspiciously and would whisper to one another as he passed them.
 	Finally, after several minutes of wandering, the boy found what he
was looking for. The hotel, the Timber Clove, looked decent enough, and
there were vacancies. The hotel was white, unlike the drab brown buildings
he had passed on his way here. He peered through the glass in the door and
saw someone behind the counter. He grabbed the brass doorknob in his hand
and turned it, stepping through into the much cooler building.
	"Hello there sonny, can I help ya?" the old man behind the counter
asked. His hair, long since white, was balding, leaving an empty patch on
the top of his head. He too wore a white shirt, but with a tan vest and
black slacks. The boy couldn't see his shoes from his position. The old man
wore glasses, though the pair looked to small to do any good. The glasses
had slid part way down his nose and as he waved the boy over, he slid them
back up with his other hand.
	"Looking for a room, I presume?" the old man asked with a smile.
	"Yes, please. Something with a large bed and bath maybe?" the boy
asked, his cold voice seeming to bring the temperature in the room down a
few more degrees. He noticed the old man fidget a little when he spoke, but
just shrugged it off. He was used to it.
	"I have just what you're looking for," he said, grabbing a set of
keys off the wall to one of his better rooms, assuming from the look of the
kid that he had a fair amount of money. "This one's twenty a night and ya
can pay in advance, or pay at the end of ya stay, just don't run out on the
bill or you'll be sorry."
	"That will be fine," the young boy said as he grabbed a bill from
his inside vest pocket, careful not to drop the cloak. "I'll be staying for
five days, and I'm paying in advance," he said as he tossed a hundred up
onto the counter. The owner just gaped.
	"By the way," he said as he turned down a hallway the would lead to
his room, "do you know any good places to eat?"
	"Yeah. Fran's Diner right around the corner has some of the best
food around. Just tell her Sam sent ya, and she'll fix ya up. She'll even
sell ya some stronger drinks, if ya ask her nicely," the old man responded,
having to nearly yell the last part as the boy rounded the far corner of
the hall, on his way to his room.
	"Thanks," the boy yelled back.


	Steam began to fill the bathroom as the boy filled the tub full of
hot water. his cloak and clothes lay on his bed, while his gunbelt lay
within reach on the bathroom floor. `Never can be too careful' he
thought. When he had finished filling the tub with water, he finished
undressing by pulling off his pair of white cotton boxers, a rare commodity
indeed. Now he stood, fully exposed, in front of the full body bathroom
mirror. He popped his neck a couple of times before arching his back and
gazing into the mirror. The nearly blond haired boy staring back at him
looked haggard, which was understood seeing as how he had walked through
the desert for a week. His small muscles ripples as he stretched, admiring
his frame. He ran a hand down his smooth, hairless stomach, enjoying the
feeling as he relaxed his body. His hand continued down till it ran over
his package. He continued to gaze into the mirror and admired
himself. Though not huge, his dick would be over 7 inches long when
aroused, but for now it was a flaccid 4. He cupped his hairless balls and
gave them a squeeze, sending a shiver a pleasure up his body. He started to
smile, but stopped and thought `Maybe later'. Right now he needed to get
into that water before it got cold because he did not feel like refilling
it, and his stomach was once again letting itself be known.
	He walked over to the tub and tested the water. `Just right'. With
this he slowly submerged himself into the water, reveling in the feeling of
the warm water surrounding his body, embracing it. When he slipped all the
way in, he quickly ducked his head under to get his hair wet. After that,
he just laid his head back against the back of the tub, and relaxed for a
few moments, all of the tension slowly slipping from his body. He realized
he was about to fall asleep and forced himself to get about to the task of
cleaning himself. He lathered his first, carefully washing it before
ducking his head under again to get the lather out. He the continued to
scrub the rest of him, taking a few minutes longer then necessary to clean
his dick. He shivered a bit at the pleasure but knew that he didn't have
time to mess around, so he continued to scrub down his legs. When he was
done, he relaxed for a few more minutes in the tub before getting out and
grabbing his clothes. He had a second pair of everything in a pouch on the
inside of the cloak, so he decided to wash this pair while he had some
water to do it with. When he was done, he hung the clothes up over the
curtain for the tub and let the water out. He grabbed the second set of
clothes from out of the cloak and put them on, returning to the bathroom to
grab his gun belt. After he was dressed, he pulled the cloak back on and
shook his hair a little to get some of the water out. He strode out of his
room, locked and closed the door, and left the building.
	`Now to find Fran's Diner', he thought.


	On his way out, the old man gave the boy directions on how to reach
Fran's Diner, which as it turned out was a little farther away than `right
around the corner', but it wasn't that far off, either. He was just walking
through the saloon-style swinging doors when the clock on the chapel down
the road struck 1 o'clock. As he stepped in, he realized the `Diner' was
actually the local bar, as characters of varying levels of suspicion and
drunkenness gazed up at him from their drinks and cards as he strode up to
the bar. Behind the bar were two people, one, Fran he assumed, was an older
women, perhaps in her fifties, with fading blond hair and a narrow frame
adorned with a similarly faded bronze-colored dress. The other person
behind the counter really caught his attention. He was a boy, perhaps 14 or
maybe as old as 15, with short red hair. His fiery red hair only
accentuated his cool blue eyes. His boyish face was dotted with a few
freckles that added to his young appearance. The boy behind the counter was
perhaps two or three taller than he was, and with a nice slender frame
covered with a pair of rather tight fitting jeans and a white shirt that he
left partially open, he looked gorgeous.
	The boy loosened his cloak a little and motioned for the boy behind
the counter to come take his order, who happily complied.
	"What'a'ya'have, pal?" he asked, flashing one of those one in a
million grins.
	"I'll have a glass of ice water and one of today's specials," he
said, glancing up at the board and seeing the sandwich listed. The boy,
unfazed by the coolness in his voice, said okay, and that it would take a
few minutes. He glanced at the boy's ass as he walked the other way, but
caught himself and stopped, turning instead so he could glance around the
dimly lit establishment to scope out the onlookers. A few people were
looking at him with vague interest, but most ignored him. Or at least, they
were pretending to ignore him. He felt a tap on his shoulder and whirled on
his seat to see the smiling red-head.
	"Here's ya lunch, pal," the boy said. He looked like he was tossing
an idea over in his head, then turned to the women behind the bar with
him. "Hey, Aunt Fran, d'ya mind if I go ahead and take my lunch?" he asked.
	"Sure, go ahead. It's slow right now anyway," she said without
looking up from the soup she was stirring on the stove.
	The boy grabbed a wrapped dish from under the counter, then looked
at him and asked, "Can I eat my lunch with ya?"
	"Sure, go ahead, be my guest," he said as the red-head flashed him
another smile. The boy rounded the bar and set down on a stool next to him,
unwrapping the plate to reveal a few pieces of chicken and some mashed
potatoes. The red-head looked at him and said, "Hi, my name's Daniel by the
way," while extending his hand to shake.
	The cloaked boy took his hand and while shaking it said, "Hi, nice
to meet you Daniel," returning one of his smiles. He then returned to
eating, keeping an eye on Daniel out of the corner of his eye, grinning
when he saw him doing the same.
	Daniel was a bit puzzled when the strange boy didn't tell him his
name, but he shrugged it off. At least he was being nice enough to let him
eat lunch with him. He hated eating by himself in the bar, especially when
there were a lot of mean people around. Who knew, maybe if the strange boy
stayed around long enough, they could be friends. He smiled at this and
realized only too late that he had been caught staring at the boy, checking
him out. The cloaked boy just smiled, but Daniel quickly turned his head in
embarrassment, feeling the blood rush to his cheeks.
	Daniel was about to say something to explain, or maybe apologize,
when the swinging doors were thrown harshly open and a large, burly man
stepped in. He was well over six feet tall, large enough that he had to
duck his head to get inside the door. He had a haggard face, scarred to the
point of absurdity, and black, ragged hair that was partly covered with a
large, flat black hat. He wore a long black cloak over a white shirt, and
he had on a pair of black slacks that matched his boots. He also had a very
large object outlined underneath his cloak. His eyes roamed the place until
he spotted the boy in the light brown cloak. Rage boiled in his eyes as he
reached under his cloak for the object.
	"YOU!" he yelled as he pulled the double barrel shotgun from out
from under his cloak and fired.
	The cloaked boy hadn't been idle the whole time the man had stood
there. As soon as he heard him barge in, he had swung around in his chair
so he could see him. As soon as their eyes had met, he grabbed Daniel and
pulled him down onto the floor right as the their lunches and the glasses
on the wall behind them disintegrated under the shotgun's shells. Luckily
Fran had gone back into the storeroom for some spices, but her soup wasn't
as lucky. In fact, most of it was splattered on the wall behind the bar.
	Reacting faster than humanly possible, the cloaked boy was up on
one knee with a large black revolver in hand that he had grabbed from his
concealed gunbelt. Before the burly man could even register what was
happening, the boy's gun let off a deafening report and the man fell out of
the bar, a bullet hole in the center of his forehead.
	Before the rest of the patrons could even register what was
happening, the boy had the gun reloaded and reholstered and was helping
Daniel up off the floor, checking him for cuts and scrapes. Several people
began pointing at him and whispering about him while some rushed out to
examine the attacker. Fran had rushed back in from the storeroom in near
hysterics at the sight of her bar.
	"Wha..wha...what HAPPENED!" she cried in tears as she saw the boy
and Daniel.
	Daniel was still in shock, so the boy spoke up. "A strange man
rushed in and tried to shoot up your bar. When he did, his shotgun misfired
and he must have got a shot in the head from a ricochet," he lied, knowing
that almost no one in the bar had seen what had happened due to the speed
of the events, and those that did would say nothing to object his story
because of the god-like speed he had shone had stroke fear into them. The
only one he was really worried about was Daniel, but he had an idea on how
he could solve that problem as well.
	"Well, are you boys alright?" she asked, still unsure of the
situation.
	"I'm fine, but I think Daniel here is in shock," he said, setting
up his plan. "Do you have a place where he lay down?"
	She shook her head, "He's been sleepin on a mat in the storeroom
till his parents get back into town, will that work?"
	"I'd think it would be better to get him away from here don't you?"
the boy asked slyly.
	"I suppose your right, but where can we take him, the doc's out to
lunch and I don't know where he's eating. Do you have any ideas?" she
asked, concern beginning to surface.
	He grinned. She had fell for it. "Yeah, actually I have a room at
the Timber Clove. He can rest there to recover. Maybe I can get him to come
around," he said.
	She seemed to be thinking it over and then said, "Okay, but come
get me when he starts to respond, okay?" She had a look of real concern on
her face, but whether it was for Daniel or for her bar, the boy wasn't for
sure. He agreed and walked the traumatized boy out of the bar.



	After a few minutes, they were at the hotel, but Daniel still
wasn't responding well. `A near death experience can do that to people,'
the boy thought. He finally got Daniel into his room and laid the cute
red-head down on his bed. When he took off his shoes, Daniel sighed a
little. He took off the boys socks after he had removed his cloak and
gunbelt, followed shortly by his own boots and socks. Daniel was slowly
coming around as the boy laid down next to him on the bed. The church bell
chimed three off in the distance. The boy gazed at Daniel for o few
minutes, and suddenly Daniel rolled over to look at him. He quickly sat up
and looked around the room.
	From the scared look in his eyes, the boy knew he had to say
something. "You're in my room at the Timber Clove. You had a bad shock at
the diner and your aunt told me to bring you here to recover," he said.
	"Thanks," Daniel said, not really taking everything in at
once. Suddenly, something clicked in his head. "Hey, you never told me your
name," he said smoothly, almost like he was in a dream. He gazed at the boy
next to him, admiring him, before returning his gaze to the boys face,
awaiting his answer.
	"Uh...," the boy stalled, looking away from the sweet boy's
gaze. Could he really tell him his name? Well, he was going to make him
swear to secrecy anyway. "The name's...Gabri...Gabe. The name's Gabe," he
said, only half lying.
	Daniel grinned even wider and wrapped Gabe in a tight, slightly
more than friendly hug. "Thanks for saving me back there, Gabe," he
whispered into his ear, pressing closer. He suddenly gasped, remembering
just how close he had come to death back there, and lapsed back into his
vacant state, still tightly hugging Gabe.
	Slowly, Gabe undid himself from Daniel's clutch and the red-head
appeared to fall asleep on the bed. Gabe, using the assumption that Daniel
had become more than a little `friendly' towards the end of his awakened
period, decided to see just what it would take to bring the boy back
around. He stood and quickly took off his jeans and shirt, leaving him in
just his white boxers. He then returned to the bed and unbuttoned the rest
of Daniel's shirt, freeing it from his slacks. He tossed it aside and
marveled at the boy's smooth, toned chest, running a hand down the hairless
skin. He slowly rubbed Daniel's chest, and when he tweaked one of the boy's
nipples, elicited a moan from the boy. Gabe moved his head closer to the
boy's chest and began breathing onto his nipples, first one, and then the
other. Daniel began shivering under the treatment, and when Gabe
tentatively licked one of them, he moaned again, louder. Taking this as a
sign to continue, Gabe began to suck on his nipples, slowly circling his
tongue around them while Daniel's moans began to grow in intensity. He
would occasionally even nip one of them, causing Daniel to emit a squeak of
pleasure.
	After a few minutes of this treatment, Gabe, who had been lying on
top of Daniel, noticed something hard pressing against his stomach. Gabe
sat up a little and noticed a large bulge in Daniel's slacks with a tiny
wet spot right at it's peak. Gabe didn't know a lot about shock victims,
but he was almost positive they couldn't sustain erections.
	`Oh well,' he thought, `he's enjoying it, so why ruin the fun.' He
gave the bulge a playful squeeze, earning yet another moan from the
`unconscious' boy. Gabe popped the button on Daniel's slacks and very
slowly removed his pants. He was rewarded with the sight of a pair of tight
underwear that were trying to hide a rather large erection. Gabe was
impressed, Daniel was as large as he was, if not bigger. The wet spot on
the underwear was quite big, and though the material wasn't entirely see
through, Gabe could tell the boy didn't have a hair in sight. He cupped his
hands around Daniel^Y s balls through the fabric and gave them a playful
squeeze, causing him to arch his back and sigh. Gabe lowered his face to
the bulge and breathed deep, reveling on the scent of Daniel's
masculinity. As he exhaled, he caused Daniel's cock to twitch beneath his
underwear and was rewarded with the sight of the wet spot growing and a
sudden rush of male scent. Gabe suddenly realized he was very horny and
that his own erection was pressing hard against his boxers' fabric, growing
it's own wet spot. Gabe straddled Daniel and moved their crotches together,
causing their erections to touch through the fabric. The sudden heat from
each others member caused them both to moan, and Daniel ground his groin
into Gabe's. Gabe noticed that Daniel was beginning to pant a bit and knew
he wouldn't last long under the current treatment he was getting. Gabe
leaned his head down next to Daniel's and pumped his legs once, causing
their erections to press closer together, yet still not actually
touching. This caused Daniel to gasp, and Gabe wasted no time in thrusting
his tongue into his open mouth. Daniel got the idea and soon the two of
them were locked in a long, deep kiss while Gabe continued to grind their
loins together. He had wanted to get further along, but from the sound of
Daniel's panting and from the tingling feeling in his own crotch, he knew
that neither of them were going to last much longer. Besides, this was
probably Daniel's first time being with another guy.
	Suddenly, Daniel began to moan deep into Gabe's mouth and his
tongue went wild, thrashing about like a snake. A second later, Gabe felt
the boy's dick throbbing against his own and a wet warmth spread between
them. Knowing that he had cum, and the sudden warm stickiness that covered
his boxers, set Gabe over the edge and he too emptied himself into his
boxers. He gazed up at the red-head and saw the beauty of afterglow in his
eyes. The boy gazed back at him and smiled.
	"You know, we should get cleaned up before I take you back to your
aunt's," he said. Daniel looked at him and grinned, throwing himself on top
of the boy and engaging him in another long kiss. Their wet underclothes
pressed together, making them shiver with the sudden pleasure. Gabe felt
the boy begin to grow hard again and thought, `Damn, he could give me a run
for my money.' He grabbed Daniel's arm and pulled the boy out of bed,
leading him to the bathroom, absentmindedly picking up his cloak as he
went, gunbelt still concealed.



	Steam from the hot water permeated the air as Gabe stepped up
behind Daniel, wrapping his arms around him and caressing his chest. Daniel
turned his head back a little so the two could kiss as Gabe continued to
explore his body with his hands. Daniel reached behind and grabbed Gabe's
ass, pulling him up against him. Even through the cloth of their underwear,
Daniel could feel Gabe begin to grow hard again against his ass, pressing
slightly. Gabe's hands had finally found their way down into Daniel's
underwear, and for the first time since they met, he began to stroke the
other boy's dick, bringing it to full attention. He slipped one hand
farther down and began to fondle Daniel's balls, making the boy shiver.
	Gabe suddenly broke the kiss and stepped away. Daniel was about to
ask if something was wrong when he say Gabe reach over and turn off the
water. Gabe looked over at him with a smile, his boxers now heavily tented,
and said, "Water's ready, time to get undressed." He came back to Daniel
and they to began to kiss deeply as Gabe pressed against him, running his
hands down Daniel till he found the waistband of Daniel's underwear. Daniel
did the same and the two pulled down each others underwear slowly over
their throbbing erections, which, once freed, came to rest on each others
stomach. They quickly stepped out of their underwear and pressed hard
against one another, relishing in the heat of their two dicks pressing
together.
	Gabe stepped back for a moment and looked down. Much to his
surprise, Daniel was bigger than him by nearly an inch, making him nearly 8
inches long, even though he was cut, too. Not to mention Daniel's looked
thicker, too. Gabe kneeled down in front of him, Daniel's cock not two
inches from his face. Anticipation lit Daniel's face at the thought of what
was about to happen.
	"Wow, I've never met a kid with a dick bigger than mine," Gabe said
as he leaned closer. "Wonder how it tastes?" he said with and evil grin. He
playfully licked the very tip of the head, catching a drop of pre. Daniel
gasped at the sudden treatment and Gabe smiled. "Can't quite make out the
taste, looks like I'll need some more," Gabe said. He leaned forward and
swallowed the head, swirling his tongue around it and paying special
attention to the underside where he knew he would be most sensitive. Daniel
moaned, loudly, and bucked his hips, causing about another inch to slid
into Gabe's mouth. Gabe began to take more and more of Daniel in, taking in
few inches into his mouth while swirling his tongue around, before backing
off till just the head remained, using his tongue then to catch all of the
precum. It wasn't long before Daniel moaning became louder cries of
pleasure and Gabe was deepthroating him. Gabe tried to keep Daniel
teetering on the edge, but an idle flick of his tongue on Daniel's head
caused him to exceed his limit, and it was all Gabe could do to not choke
as Daniel began to pump in and out of Gabe's mouth, spurting his cum deep
into his throat. After a few moments, Daniel stopped both motions and
collapsed backwards against the sink, feeling the effects of afterglow. He
looked up and saw Gabe standing over him, his dick still standing at full
attention.
	"Now," Gabe said, grinning deviously, "let's see what fun we can
have in the tub."


-So, what did you think. Questions, comments?

E-mail them to me at Kyp127@wmconnect.com

P.S.- Don't forget, the more replies I get, the more motivated I'll be to
write part two, and from the looks of things, this story could be well into
the twenties before it's finished.

P.P.S. Special thanks to Sidg for all his support and help in editing this
thing. Lot's of love, man.