Date: Sun, 18 Jun 2000 00:33:01 GMT From: Jeffrey Jeffy Subject: ST: Fool For Love Fool For Love Part 2 By Jeffy All of the usual disclaimers apply. This story is entirely fictional. No house pets, rain forests or lab animals were harmed in the writing of this story. It is intended for adults only. You can send comments or constructive criticism to Jeffs71@Hotmail.com. Flames will be ignored so don't bother. This one is very different from the stories I have done in the past, hope you like it! There's not much sex in this part but rest assured that there will be in future parts. Also, please don't e-mail me about the gun control debate. Otherwise, enjoy! "I don't know. I'm makin' this up as I go." - Dr. I. Jones Part Two: Time passed. Fall turned into winter, and I still wondered what had become of Andy. I hadn't seen him around since that night so I assumed that he wasn't coming back to finish me off. I know it was stupid, the little shit had seriously tried to kill me, but still I thought of him from time to time, especially on cold nights. Did he have food, a warm place to sleep? I had no idea. My wondering stopped on a particularly brutally cold day in January. It had now been several months and my scars were starting to fade a little, to become less prominent. It started snowing last night, and now it was sleeting like crazy outside. I work up, turned on the Weather Channel, looked out the window, called my office and went back to bed. With heavy snow and a high of 6 degrees projected, it seemed like a good day to sleep in. I lay back, luxuriating in the unexpected comfort of sleeping late. I eventually got up around noon, made myself some oatmeal and toast (my favorite breakfast), and went to see if the morning paper had made it to my house (I go into withdrawal without my daily dose of Dilbert). Shit, there was a huge snowdrift on my front stoop! My paper was probably at the bottom of it. I went back inside and got into my boots, then went out again, determined to find the paper under all that snow! I had only dug a little way down when I encountered something solid. What the hell?? As I uncovered more of it I realized that it was a person! A small person. I uncovered his head and was shocked to find Andy's cute face. Instantly, the two sides of myself were at war. One side said, "Leave the little fucker to freeze. It's not your problem." while the other side told me "Come on, you wouldn't leave a dog out in weather like this. Go get him, don't let him die!" I shakily went back upstairs and had only taken two bites of my oatmeal when I ran, cursing the whole way, to my front stoop and grabbed Andy. He was easy to carry as I took him up to my bathroom and dumped him gently into the tub (so the snow could melt without ruining anything). I checked his neck for a pulse, and, thank God, it was there, faint but steady. My mind was whirling at a million miles an hour. I fumbled with his clothing as I began to strip him. How long had he been buried in that snowdrift? I had just seen a show on the Discovery Channel about the Inuit in Alaska so I knew that snow is actually a good insulator. According to that show (it was fascinating by the way) no matter how cold the air is, snow or ice only goes down to 32 degrees. The inside of an igloo, heated by a single candle, can get above the freezing point in minutes. Even though Andy had been outside in single digit weather, I thought that he might be OK since he had been buried in the snow. Finally, I was able to get all of his frozen clothes off him and I just looked at his naked body in my bathtub. So thin! He was much skinnier than I remembered, and he had a number of scars on his back and chest. Clearly, the last few months hadn't been easy for him. I took a moment to study him. He was dirty but still gorgeous. His thinness brought out his musculature nicely and he didn't have a hair anywhere on his body. His boyhood had retreated almost fully and only the head showed, and that just slightly. His skin had a grayish hue to it so I put the stopper in the grain and turned on the shower (I have a hand held shower head/water massage). Mindful of his condition, I didn't make the water too warm. I played the water all over him and after a few minutes he began to respond. A little color began to come back to him and his breathing got deeper. The tub began to fill with warm water. Then, all of a sudden, Andy gasped deeply and sat up in the tub, thrashing around wildly. I just held on and spoke soothingly to him as he slowly gathered his wits. Finally, he clung to me weeping uncontrollably. After a few minutes he subsided, spent. "Why me? Why my door?" I demanded harshly of him. "I don't know. Why didn't you let me die, after what I did to you?" He traced a finger over the nasty scar on my right forearm "Because I'm a fool," I told him, "and I couldn't leave a person out in that to die. Not even you." He at least had the grace to look embarrassed. He was shivering a little so I turned on the shower, hot this time. Then I washed Andy very thoroughly, twice (and hoped like hell that he didn't have any tiny livestock living on him). What the hell, I thought, and stripped, stepping into the shower with him. I played the hot water over both of us until it ran out. Andy stepped out of the shower, looking blank so I toweled him off. "Hungry?" I asked. The look that he gave me spoke of cold and ravenous appetite. I wrapped him in a pair of my old sweats and a comforter and went to make us some cream of wheat (my second favorite breakfast). When it was ready, I went into the den and found Andy curled up on the loveseat, almost asleep. He was so out of it that I had to hold him on my lap and feed him, slowly. Then, feeling sleepy again myself, I put him in my bed (naked of course) and spooned in behind him (figuring that my body heat would help him get warm). We settled down for a nap. I was having the best dream! I was dreaming that I was in bed with a boy and getting my dick sucked. Wait a minute! I foggily fought my way to wakefulness just in time to see Andy bobbing up and down on my dick, using his tongue and sucking like a Hoover upright. Unable to hold back, I flooded his mouth several times with the biggest load of my life. I yelled wildly as I came. Andy continued to suck until I finally pried him off just as the sensations were becoming unbearable. Then he snuggled down in my arms with a little Cheshire cat smile. Was this the same kid who tried to make me into sushi? I couldn't resist. I kissed him on the mouth, letting my tongue explore every nook and cranny. I could taste my own cum and that only got me hotter for him. I kissed down his neck, stopping to suck on his little, nickel-sized nipples. He tasted of soap and boy. It was incredible, feeling his nipples become hard in my mouth! I moved downward, pausing to stick my tongue into his bellybutton. I was rewarded with a surprised giggle from Andy. I looked up at his face and was surprised to see that he looked inpatient. Getting on with things, began to lick his small, thin, 3" hardon as if it were the world's best lollipop (as far as I was concerned, it was). I rolled his marble-sized balls around in my hand as he began to moan and squirm around on the bed. I found that I could take his entire dick into my mouth and suck in it, running my tongue all over it. Well, it was only a few minutes before he arched his back and had his intense dry orgasm in my mouth. I could feel his boydick twitch and jump like mad! I was in heaven! Afterward we just held each other, lost in the afterglow. Finally, he spoke. "Sorry about before. I was desperate for some cash and food." I looked down at his pretty face. "I'd have fed you, no strings attached. And given you some money too. You didn't have to take it by force. Or can't you believe that anyone would be nice to you without wanting to hurt you?" He just gave me an "Are you out of your mind?" kind of look. "Why should I? You some kind of goodie-goodie or something? I know what you want. What they all want." With that he turned over and stuck his butt up in the air. It wasn't a bubble butt, being long and thin, but it was the prettiest sight I'd ever seen. I just looked at him for a few seconds and got out of bed. "Come on, let's make dinner," I told him. I walked to the kitchen and put some water on to boil. I'd make a big pot of pasta, that should be enough for both of us. He hesitantly came out of my bedroom. "Don't you want to fuck?" "Maybe later," I told him. I could see how this threw the kid for a loop. His world probably didn't include anyone who didn't want anything from him in way or another. In case you're wondering, my firearms were locked securely in my gunsafe and all sharp implements had been relocated to high cabinets. I wasn't taking any chances after last time. Remember the movie with Steve Martin and Michael Caine, where Steve had a cork on the end of his fork so he wouldn't hurt himself? That's pretty much the way I felt about Andy. Anyway, we bustled around the kitchen making dinner (I do make great sauce, if I do say so myself) and chatting. It turned out that he was 11 years old and had run away from home the previous fall. "My mom and dad got a divorce and neither one wants me any more. I doubt my dad even noticed I was gone. Mom's in Europe with her latest fuck-boy and all dad cares about is his work. He's a trial lawyer. All he wants is to make money and sleep around. He said I cramped his style." "Did you at least have a plan when you left?" I asked him curiously. "Where did you think you'd sleep once the weather got cold?" "I took some money and stuff when I left," he said defensively, "but someone beat me up and stole all my things. After that I had to survive however I could. OK, maybe my plan did have some holes in it." I couldn't help but smile at this. We ate dinner with Andy eating enough for the both of us. He especially wolfed down the garlic bread. Once the kitchen had been cleaned and the pots put away, we went into the den. I could tell he was doing his best to be cute and charming; I wondered what he had in mind. I soon found out. "I want you to fuck me tonight. Where are your condoms? In the nightstand?" I found myself being led by the hand to the bed. Without any preliminaries, Andy expertly opened the condom and rolled it down onto my hard cock. With me on my back, he lowered himself onto my dick. He did it fairly fast and soon I was all the way inside his hot love tunnel. The feeling was amazing as he just sat there, not moving, just flexing his butt muscles and tightening his anus around my dick. I saw the world through a haze of lust as I suddenly reversed out positions without withdrawing from the boy. I folded his legs back almost to his shoulders as I began to pound away at his ass as hard as I could. He moaned loudly, urging me on. "Yeah, mmmmm, that's it, fuck my ass, pound me like chopped meat! Oh yeah, give it to me hard, shove that cock up my ass, ohhhh!" He kept up his obscene commentary as we fucked, both of us now sweating like mad. A small corner of my brain whispered to me that it wasn't supposed to be like this, not this rough, to make slow, gentle love to this gorgeous boy, but I didn't listen. Finally I rammed my dick into his sore ass and came in the greatest orgasm of my life. We just lay there, gasping and sweating. Well, I fucked him twice more that night in every position I could think of (I'm usually a once a night man) and collapsed on top of him. We were both totally exhausted. I stroked his body and told him how much I enjoyed it. "Andy, kiddo, you're the best!" I managed to gasp out. "Alex. It's Alex, not Andy. My name is Alex." Then he cried himself to sleep in my arms while I stroked his hair. "There just might be some hope for this kid after all," I thought to myself. When I woke up in the morning the weather had broken. It was a bright, sunny winter's day. Andy/Alex was gone, along with my best goosedown comforter, all the money in my wallet, and several other items. There was a post-it note on my mirror saying simply, "Thanks!" I just sighed to myself. What a fool I was! To be continued.