Date: Sun, 18 Jun 2000 00:33:01 GMT
From: Jeffrey Jeffy <jeffs71@hotmail.com>
Subject: ST: Fool For Love

"Fool For Love Part 3"


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
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course, download it for your enjoyment, send it to your friends, even use it
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any way and I'm credited as the author.

This story depicts minors and adults having unprotected, unsafe sex.
Obviously, this is not real life and should be taken as such.  Otherwise,
enjoy!

"It's not my fault!"  -  H. Solo


I just stared at the note stuck to my mirror, cursing myself for a fool.  I
should have expected Alex to steal from me!  How else would he survive?  The
kicker was that I still cared about him, even after everything he'd done to
me.  I began to inventory the things he'd stolen, mentally adding them up in
my head.  A couple of watches, some jewelry, and a diamond tie pin were
missing.  Nothing that I truly cared about.  Oh no!  My
great-great-grandfather's pocket watch was gone!  Shit!  It was an
incredible piece of workmanship, solid gold (with the old US government
stamp on the inside certifying it as real gold, as they used to do back
then) and dating from the mid-1800s, it was the one thing I owned that I
considered priceless.  Family lore had it that he was a Rabbi with a Jewish
wagon train in the 1880's.  I'd had it reworked about fifteen years ago and
the jeweler had offered me $15,000 for it broken (I'd refused of course).
Damn, he would take that!  I spent a while trying to make up new swear words
(didn't come up with any, but I may have invented a new combination or two)
and raging around my apartment before settling down to get really drunk.
That didn't help, either.  The next morning I was hung over as hell and
still down a watch.

That week at work seemed to pass with glacial slowness.  I went through the
motions of work, but was really wondering about Alex.  I'd gone looking for
him in the park and a few other places, but no luck.  Maybe he knew I'd be
pissed about the watch and was laying low, maybe he was just afraid of
seeing me again, and maybe he was in trouble or hurt somewhere.  Was I still
pissed?  Hell, even I wasn't too sure!  I spent the week jerking off and
thinking about Alex.  Finally, Friday came ands still no sign of him.  I
decided to try to forget about him for the time being as I drove home from
work; it would only get me in trouble.

I got to my front door, unlocked it, and guess who just saunters inside as
if he lived there?  Right, Alex!  I could only stare, totally dumfounded, as
he brushed past me, gave me a dazzling smile over his shoulder, and strolled
inside.  I followed, my mouth hanging open, as I saw him shedding his
clothes on a beeline to the bathroom.  I got a glimpse of his white buns as
they through the bathroom door.  A few seconds later I heard the shower
start.  What chutzpah, after what he'd done!

I stormed in, determined to get a straight answer out of the little shit,
when I saw his naked body.  My first thought was "Oh, shit, who did that to
you?"  He had quite a number of fresh bruises and marks on his back, all of
which showed up starkly against his white skin.  I was shaken, my anger
temporarily put on hold as I gazed at the abuse the boy had endured.  I
mean, I knew such things happened in the world, but actually seeing it was
another thing.  I took the soap and began doing his back, neither of us
speaking.  For my part, I had no idea what to say or even whether to be mad.
  Several of the marks were the exact size and shape of an ornate western
style belt buckle, which he'd obviously been beaten with.  I gently soaped
him, noting how dirty he was and how he tried not to wince as I did his
back.  Unable to resist, I reached down and began soaping his tight, smooth
buns.  He to sighed and wiggled as I did this, pushing back to get more
contact with me.  God!  At times I wanted to kill the little fucker, and at
other times I wanted to hold him forever in my arms.  And sometimes, like
now, I wanted to do both!

I continued to work on him, cleaning his chest and underarms, running my
hands across his smooth boy skin under the hot water, until I got down to
his midsection, which I gently washed until I got down to his hard little
dick.  Unlike many of the stories I've read, it stuck straight out instead
of at an angle.  It was absolute perfection itself, throbbing slightly, just
begging for attention.  I was happy to oblige!  I washed it gently, several
times (it was as filthy as the rest of him) before gently taking his balls
into my mouth.  They were so small that I could fit both in without much
trouble, so I licked and sucked on the tasty little orbs until Alex was
moaning and standing up on his tiptoes.  Now I had him in the right frame of
mind, so I gently ran my tongue over his boyish erection, making sure to get
everywhere.  I only sucked on the head for a few seconds before I resumed my
washing, fearing that we'd run out of hot water.  After I was done, Alex
just leaned against me as the water slowly got cooler, almost falling asleep
on his feet.

Abruptly, my anger resurfaced.  I was gonna get an answer out of Alex, like
now.  I took him by the shoulders and looked deeply into his eyes.  I wanted
my watch back!

"Where's all my stuff?"  It came out in a harsh, grating voice, sounding
much meaner than I'd intended.  Alex's reaction was shocking.  He flinched
away from me as if he expected to be hit and cowered, wet and naked, in the
corner of the shower.

"I'm sorry, I sold it for money to eat, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please, I'm
sorry!"  He hid his head in his arms in a gesture as old as mankind.  "I'll
pay you back, I promise, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"  The boy was very
nearly hysterical, trying to crawl through my shower wall.

I restrained my temper with great effort.  Pay me back?  Not hardly!  That
watch was priceless; it could never be replaced.  I looked over at Alex,
sobbing in his wet misery.  My heart almost broke at the pathetic sight.
I'm sure you've heard the old expression about looking into the face of Hell
and let me tell you, I saw it looking at Alex's face right then.  I tried to
take him into my arms, but he began to struggle madly, fighting me off
repeatedly.  Have you ever tried to hold onto someone who's naked and wet
without hurting them?  Forget it, take it from me, it can't be done.

I was in turmoil.  On the one hand I had a watch, an inanimate object
(although one that I cared deeply about) and on the other I had a child,
obviously in deep trouble and need of my help.  I was quite sure that nobody
else would help him and that if he didn't get help he'd end up dead at an
early age.  I mentally sighed and forgave Alex while making a mental note to
lock all of my valuables in my gunsafe from now on.

Finally, he ran down and just sat there in the corner of my stall shower,
sobbing and saying, "I'm sorry," over and over.  With another mental sigh, I
took him in my arms and held him close, stroking his back and chest to
soothe him.  When he was done sobbing and gulping, he just sat there looking
at me with a puzzled expression on his face, like he couldn't figure out why
I wasn't hitting him for having stolen from me.  I guess it's what he
expected (and he came back anyway) and he was waiting for me to begin.
After a time he relaxed again, I suppose figuring out that I wasn't about to
beat him, as much as he deserved it.

I cleared my throat awkwardly, still undecided as to whether I was mad or
not.  "OK, boyo, let's see about dinner.  I suppose you're starved, right?"

"Yep," he responded, with a little of his usual bravado "let's order a
pizza!"

We toweled each other off, which seemed to wake Alex up again; then I threw
his filthy clothes in the washer as he just lounged on my couch, stark
naked, flipping through the channels on my TV, looking for something to
watch.  Shit, even bruised he was gorgeous!  I just went over and held him
in my lap, not making any demands of him, just lending him my unspoken
support.  After a while he drowsed in my lap, content, a small smile on his
face.

DING, DONG!  We were rudely interrupted by the pizza guy at the front door.
Alex wanted to answer the door stark naked, but I didn't want to be
responsible for giving the poor delivery guy a heart attack.  We got a large
pie from Tony's Pizza just down the street, the best in the area by far
(hey, how do ya go wrong with a name like that?).  For a while there was
only the sound of us chomping on the pizza, until Alex pronounced himself
stuffed (he should be after 4 pieces!).  He was about to get stuffed in a
different way.

After eating, Alex just sat on my lap as we watched TV.  I moaned and
squirmed the whole time, because his favorite way of watching TV happened to
be with my dick up his ass.

You heard right.

As we settled down on the couch, he told me that's what he wanted to do.

"C'mon, Jeff, your dick is just the right size.  Not too big, just right.
C'mon!"  He was very good at wheedling.

"Thanks ever so much," I told him sourly as he blushed.

"No, really, I never really get the chance to enjoy it at all.  And most of
the guys are too big, so it doesn't really feel nice to just sit.  Please?"

So I agreed, first getting a condom from my nightstand and then putting a
towel down on the couch.

I sat down first while Alex expertly rolled the condom down onto my dick,
which was of course rock-hard at the thought of sitting there like that for
hours.  He lubricated himself quickly and sat down, impaling himself on me
with a small grunt.  We were face to face with him on my lap.  His face was
a study in pain for having taken my dick so quickly.

"Easy, baby, easy.  You don't have to take it so quickly.  We have all
night!"  I watched as he grunted again and set his teeth, rocking back and
forth on my lap to get used to having me inside him.

"I like to get it over with all at once, so I can enjoy it a little," he
told me.  Even as I watched his face relaxed a bit and it was obvious that
the worst of the pain had passed.  I could feel his quivering anus relax
around my dick (good thing, too, or I'd have shot my load right then).

He wiggled his hips a bit more to get comfortable, then relaxed against me
with a big sigh.  I gently cradled his smooth, pale body against mine.  He
felt so good in my arms!  I longed to hold him like that forever.

We settled down to watch TV, or at least Alex did.  I was too horny to even
attempt to pay attention to the screen, especially with a little devil
impaled on my lap.  Every time I'd begin to lose even a little bit of
hardness, Alex would sigh and wriggle on my lap, or stretch, or just sit
there end flex his butt muscles.  I was in total agony and also total
ecstasy!  I'd never been this hard for this long before, and it was killing
me!

Finally, by the time "Nash Bridges" came on, I could take no more!  I gently
spun Alex around to face me with my dick still in him (creating a whole new
level of sensation) and lovingly began to fuck him while kissing him and
murmuring sweet nothings to him.  I was determined to give him a good time.
I nibbled on his neck, drawing a startled gasp from the boy, then went on to
do the same to his luscious ears.  He began to thrust his ass into me as,
for the first time, his passion matched my own.  Only instead of sweet
nothings, his grunts were more along the line of, "Hammer me like chopped
meat!"  Oh well, to each his own.

Now that I had Alex into the spirit of things, I kissed him on the lips,
gently exploring and licking every nook and cranny of his hot little mouth.
As I slid my tongue down his throat he moaned and shuddered.  He tasted so
good, so sweet!

Things were rapidly building to a climax (literally) as we ferociously
humped each other like animals, the sweat pouring off of us.   Finally, Alex
arched his back and began making little, inarticulate noises in his throat
while his rectum clamped down on my dick with the force of a steel vise.
That did it!  It pushed me over the edge as I came like never before in my
life.  The ground shook under me and my entire being felt like it was being
pulled through my dick.  After some timeless time I came back to myself,
only to find Alex still in my lap with a dazed look on his cute face.  Ever
see one of those old cartoons where the character's eyes light up with the
word "TILT"?  That's how he looked.  We just sat there in each other's arms
for a long time, enjoying the afterglow.

"You really like that lovey-dovey stuff, don't ya?"  I don't think Alex
really got too much foreplay with his regular clientele.

"Yeah, I guess I do," I answered his question.  I especially liked it with
him, but could I tell him that?

"I guess it's not so bad."  He snuggled even deeper into my embrace and
sighed.  Soon he was asleep peacefully in my arms.

I loved having him in my arms, but my mind was anything but peaceful.  I
felt like my brain was running in circles at top speed but unable to get
anywhere.  I knew that if he continued to live on the streets, he'd
eventually get hurt or killed, or end up on drugs.   How could I take care
of him?  Would he even let me do that?  I couldn't make him stay, that I was
sure of.  Hmmm, how could I make him want to stay?

Unfortunately, my full bladder rudely interrupted this train of thought.  I
gently shifted Alex off of my lap and went to whiz like the proverbial
racehorse.  I got a washcloth and soaked it in warm water, then went to
clean Alex up before putting him in bed.  God, he looked so beautiful lying
there.  For the first time in my adult life, I began to cry.  It was almost
as if I could sense that things weren't going to turn out well.  Pulling
myself together, I got him cleaned up and into bed.  I spooned in behind
him, hoping I'd think of something in the morning.

Well morning came, but no ideas.  Also no Alex; he'd gone before I woke up.
No money in my wallet, either - it had apparently gone with Alex.

I sat down to think, my head in my hand.  I cared about Alex, maybe more
deeply than I had ever cared about another person.  I mean, I was pissed at
him for stealing from me, but it didn't matter, not really, not any more.  I
was determined to save him.  But how?

I was in love!

What a fool I was!

To be continued.

Well gang, that's it for now.  Part 4 should follow soon now that I'm back
with the story.  Let me know what you think.

Jeffy
6/2000