Date: Wed, 10 Sep 2003 09:18:28 -0700 (PDT) From: CYN P Subject: LANNY'S LOSSES (Incest, Boy/Boy, Rural) - Section 5 Disclaimer: This story contains sex between minor boys. If you find this at all troubling, then kindly surf anodar web site NOW! In odar words, LEAVE! The story is a total fiction with no connection to actual persons an'/or life experiences. Ah would appreciate any thoughts or comments; send dam to me at cyn_p_md@yahoo.com ===================== LANNY LOSSES ===================== By CYN Copyright (c) 2003 - All Rights Reserved THIS IS A COPYRIGHTED WORK. It is intended solely for private, individual reading. It may naht be reproduced by any method, distributed or posted on additional web sites without the expressed written consent of the copyright holder. > See Section 1 for a reminder of the story telling method used in this narrative < Section 5 We's gunna be asleepin' in mama `n daddy's room `cause the fuckin' asshole ain't heyah and she don't wanna have Artie sleepin' wit' the lilla kids no moe now'n he gots one arm. She don't wan' the lilla ones tuh see him wit' one arm when he take his clodes off. Mama gunna sleep in mah ole bed. Them poh, lilla kids is gunna be wit' her. May Jesus bless `em all. Artie starts takin' off the baggy shirt he awearin' an' drop it on the bed. Fust ah looks at his chess thet look all skinny an' bony an' ah'm aseein' his ever' rib. An' his skin gotta funny colah lahke all yeller `n grayish and he got banages all ovah on his chess. Somes big and somes small but all a `em seem tuh got sum blood on `em. They all looks perty gross. Then ah looks at his cut off arm. It all banage an' look tuh me tuh be shorter `n mamma say. He wiggle it a lilla an' ah gets verah `cited by seein' it. It all wrap in a brownish `lastic banage an' sum tape but ah still gets `cited by it. Ah also sees thet he got banages on his shollers `n theys all alookin' a lilla bloody. "Yah got hurt real bad, huh Artie?" "Yeah." "Ah'm so sorry Artie." "Thanks Lanny." He's asittin' on the bed `n don't move. "Damn fuckin' dawgs dun fuckin' chew me up sumthang real fuckin' fierce, Lanny." Ah sees tears runnin' down his cheek, an' ah goes up tuh him and ah gentle and slow licks `em `way. Ah smahles at him and he try tuh smahle back tuh me. "Ah sees yah steell got yah armpit hairs, don't yah?" "Yeah, I gots thet...but ah ain't got no arm tuh go wit' it no moe, does ah?" He's amovin' the lilla stubby a lilla bit. "Its real small, ain't it?" "Yeah. Ah kin see thet." Ah'm lookin' at it as he move it slow. "But its real nahce Artie." "How kin it be nahce? Whats so fuckin' nahce `bout it? Huh?" He speakin' real loud now. "It's a mizable nothang! Nothang! Thats wha' it is!" And he start acryin' `gain. "Mah fuckin' arms gone fuhevuh Lanny! Fuhevah!" Ah holds him `gain, an' he put his haid down on mah sholler tuh cry. "An' when they cuts it off...cuts off mah arm...they dun it two tahmes." "Huh? Wha' yah mean they gotta cuts off yah arm two tahmnes?" He nod. "Thets wha' ah said, rahte? Two tahmes! An' thet fuckin' ole witch ain't even theeyah when they gotta cut it off `gain." "Ah still don't unnerstan', Artie. Wha' yah mean? Two tahmes?" "Well, it seem ah gets a real bad `fection in mah arm affa they cuts it off `bout heeyah." He make a move lahke wheeyah his elbow is `cept his elbow ain't theeyah no moe since they cuts it off. "An' it hurt real fuckin' bad. They gives me all kinds a medcin comin' intuh me in plastic tubes an' lotsa moe pills fuh the pain an' even sum... sum morfin...ahm athinkin' thet wha' they calls it?" Ah nods. "Yah. Ah thinks ah hears `bout thet." "Anyways, affa two day the pains suh real, real fuckin' bad an' ah cain't sleep or nothang. Four of `em docs come tuh see me in the mornin' an' theys all alookin' at mah stump - thet wha' they calls it, Lanny, a stump. Ah asks why they calls it thet an' they says thet it ain't no arm no moe...jess what leff a mah arm - a stump a mah arm. Ah starts tuh cry an' one a them nurse holds me an' ..." Ah sees thet Artie startin' tuh cry `gain an' ah moves tuh hold him. He let me an' ah rubs his back real gentle-lahke. Its suh real good havin' Artie back wit me and him lettin' me hold him lahke this. Anyways, he take a coupla deep breath an' start talkin' `gain. "They tells me thet ah gots a real bad `fection in the stump...in the stump a mah arm...an' thet the medcin ain't aworkin' an' thet the only way tuh save mah lahfe is to cut moe a mah arm off." He cryin' real hard `gain an' ah holds him real tahte `n close tuh me. He rub mah back wit his one arm an' ah loves the feelin' of Artie holdin' me `n rubbin' me suh nahce. When he speak `gain he's awhisperin'. "Ah'm alookin' ovah at this mizable stump ah gots then cuz theeyah ain't no banages on it. It the fust tahme ah sees wha' it looks lahke. An' it look lahke fuckin' shit! All red an' bloody `n black `n blue an' ah kin sees the place wheeyah they cuts it off an' them stitches they gots in mah fuckin' stump of a arm...wha' use tuh be a real arm. It look suh terr'ble ah pukes. Yeah, Lanny, ah pukes. Thet nahce nurse hold a tray unner mah mout' an' ah pukes up mah guts. "Suh now theys goota cuts off moe a me. I knows mah arms gonna be real, real teeny. Suh they puts me on this heeyah wheely bed an' takes me up tuh the opratin' room `gain an' cuts off moe a mah arm while ah'm asleepin. An' thet fuckin', likkered up ole bitch ain't even theeyah wit' me when...when...when they cuts me up...cuts me up `gain...takin' off almos' alla mah arm `n ah'm leff wit' jess...jess this fuckin' shiteatin' awful lilla stump of a...of a arm. "Thet why ah gots this mizable, teeny stump fuh a arm, Lanny. Cuz they gotta cut it off two tahmes. It ain't good fuh nothang! Ah ain't good fuh nothang!" He's acryin' real hard now an' ah trys tuh make him feel good. Ah tells him ah still loves him...an' thet he mah big brottah . an' thet nothang thet happen tuh him will ever make me feel any diff'ent. "An' thet bitch nevah come tuh see me `gain - only the day ah gets out." Ah makes him lay down `gain, gives him his medcin, cover him, an' ah sits nex' tuh him on the bed. "Yah gonna git bettah real fass, Artie. Ah knows. Ah'm heeyah tuh take good care a yah. Me an' Guen's gonna take real care a yah an' change yah banage ever' day. Is it OK wit' yah?" "Sho. Bettah `n thet ole witch doin' it. Much bettah! Cuz sumone who's alahkin' me's adoin' it fuh me. Thanks Lanny. An' thanks tuh Guen alsuh." "Ahm glad yah glad. Yah mah wunnerful big brottah...an' ah loves yah. An' yah nevah gonna havta see thet ole bitch `gain. Nevah! Ah'll be doin' ever'thang yah gunna need. OK?" "Yeah! Thanks Lanny. Ah loves yah." "Ah loves yah too Artie." Ah looks at his stumpy an' at him. Ah gives him a lilla smale. "Kin ah maybe . yah knows, kin ah touch it Artie?" "Yeah. But touch it real soff `cause ah still gets lotsa pain an' it ain't real heal up yet." Artie put out his stub arm an' ah touch it real lahte. He smale at me an' ah smahles back. Ah gets a big, big thrill touchin' his stub lilla arm. He wiggle it a lilla bit an' ah giggles an' he giggle too. Ah leans to him an' kisses his sholler rahte `bove the banage. We stare at each othah. Then we kisses real hard an' Artie start tuh cry `gain. Ah jess wrap mah arms round him an' hugs him real tahte. He move his stub an' touch me verah lahte on one a mah arm. Ah git a big thrill all ovah `gain when he touch me. An' ah gets real hard in mah draws. Ah don't know thet atouchin' Artie's stub arm kin do thet tuh me. When he slow down his cryin' he says, "Yah know, Lanny, the thing ah worrys `bout the mose when ah'm in the hospital `n ah looks at this mizable stub ah gots fuh a arm now...ah worrys `bout how yah gonna hate it...an' gonna hate me fuh gittin' it all fuck'd up...n' let them fuckin' dawgs chew it off...an' how we's naht gonna have no sex no moe...an' how ah ain't gonna wanna live if ah cain't make love wit' yah no moe." "See?" ah says. "All thet worryin' fuh nothang. But now yah knows thet nothang's change. Ah still loves yah the same as b'foh, Artie." Ah look down at mah feets an' git a lilla grin on mah face. "Maybe even moe `n b'foh...now thet theeyah less a yah." I picks up mah hand `gain an' ah verah lahte touches the stumpy banage. Artie give me a great big smale an' we kiss `gain. "Wha's in thet big shoppin' bag yah dun brung in wit' yah?" ah asks him. "Clodes. Sum groupa peoples at the hospital give `em tuh me. Theys parta the group thet dun brung us all the food an' clodes ever' mont'. Yah know, them's nahce guys thet takes ahr pitchas. Ah gots sum real nahce stuff here. Shirts, pants, unnerwear, an' even Nahkes." "Wow! Nahkes? Thet great!" "This stuff ah'm wearin' now's from `em. They's real nahce peoples. They runs a charty home fuh kids an' `dults ovah in Houma too. Ah lahkes `em. Real nahce guys." "Is they Cattlics?" Artie shake his haid. "Nah. They's sumthang else. Sumthang like Mettoders...or...Mormites...sunthang lahke thet ... I don't rememmer. But theys supah nahce." Thet fust night he back home we don't do nothang much - `cept ah gives Artie a real nahce blow job `n sucks on his balls alsuh. Ah'm athinkin' he need sumthang tuh make him feel all nahce `n warm `n welcum. We gets undress. Ah undress mahself fust. I gets all nekkid. Then ah helps Artie git undress. Ah takes off all his clodes and Nahkes and put `em neat on the floor. He wearin' real nahce jockies, all whate and new lookin'. Ah sees thet his dicks all hard an' fillin' the fron' a his jockies. So ah gets unner the blinkit wit' him an' ah puts mah hand on his chess. Then ah moves mah finger tuh one a his titties and ah squeezes it real lahte. It start gittin' real hard lahke. It feel suh good tuh me an' Artie make wunnerful lilla noise. "Do yah needs sum lovin' tuhnahte Artie?" ah asks. "Cuz ah'm heyah to gives it tuh yah...yah knows, if yah wants me tuh." Ah'm afeelin' real shy cuz we ain't been t'gethah fuh such a long tahme. "Mmmmmmm," is wha' he says. "Yeah, Lanny. Ah needs sum lovin' real, real bad." He look at me and his eyes is wet lookin'. "Thet is...if yah wanna touch me. If yah wanna touch mah mizable fuckin' cripple bod." Ah kisses him on his lips. "Yah knows ah loves yah bod, Artie. Yah knows thet! Nothangs change. Nothang!" Ah moves mah hand round his chess moe `n ah'm real carful naht tuh do it hard cuz a them banages he got all ovah his chess an' bod. "Yah steell gots a real, real nahce bod, Artie." "No ah ain't!" "Yeah, yah does. Yah does! "Look at me, Lanny!" He move his one hand ovah his chess. "Look at me! Yah kin see ever'thang - mah rib bones, mah hip bones... ever'thang! An' look how mah one arm is! Look! I loose all mah muscle...it so flabby `n soff." Ah kisses him `gain. "Yah shuhdin't worry. Don't worry! Yah'll git all bettah. Ah'm sho!" Ah give him a big smahle. "An' ah'll be atakin' care a yah. Yah'll see. Yah'll be a gittin' all bettah real, real soon. Ah promises." Ah moves mah hand down tuh his big hard dick and pushes it unner the lastic a the jockies. Its so hot `n hard `n athrobbin' an' ah feels ever'thang `cludin' the stuff aleakin' outta his pissin' slit. Ah puts mah finger ovah Artie's pissin' slit. It feel suh fuckin' good. It feel suh fuckin' hot. It feel suh fuckin' wunnerful tuh be heyah in ahr bed aplayin' wit' Artie's bod all ovah `gain. A new Artie...a diffent Artie...a bettah Artie. Ah'm jess so fuckin' happy tuh have Artie back wit' me. So, so happy! End of Section 5