Date: Mon, 12 Mar 2001 14:26:50 -0700 From: ZaneG7@Excite.com Subject: Underground Angel-2 This work is fictional. None of the characters are based on real people. Please do not read if you are not of legal age or Adult-Youth stories get your Horney Toad or any other animal you think of. Comments can be directed to ZaneG7@Excite.com and are greatly appreciated. Copyright Notice: the author copyrights this story and the author retains all rights. Expressly prohibited is placing this story at a for pay site. Underground Angel: by Zane Hunter Green Chapter Two-Back home? As I started to wake up some of the details of the night before came back to me. At first I thought it had all been a bad dream until I saw the streaks of dirt on the sheets. I knew that I had to have been in an abandoned subway station, I could see when an approaching train illuminated the place. The broken tiles on the wall, and the dampness Then I remembered the boy, I quickly wondered if the boy was real, as my head felt heavy from the amount of beer I had consumed and the injury that must have knocked me out I heard a melodious voice from the floor say "Good dogie, you're so smart aren't you!" There on the rug besides the bed was the boy. He had my dog, Atlas on his side and he was giving him a belly rub. As soon as he realized that I was awake and was studying him he leaped back into bed beside me. Then he looked at the walls. I never gave it much notice but he started to laugh. "You really have confidence in yourself Sir." The walls were plastered of portraits of myself. I tried to support Artists and I got a kick out of having them paint portraits of me, So there I was in every style imaginable, from abstract to computer animated pictures. In some of the pictures I was intense, most tried to flatter me in some way. I don't know why but the way he was looking at them made me almost embarrassed. "Has anyone ever loved you Sir" "Pipsqueek, what do you know of love?" "Have you ever been hungry for something, and almost starved." "Gosh, are you hungry?" He must be starving, selfish of me to keep thinking of myself. "I have learned to go without food, and you have learned to live without love." "See here, I have many friends, and I'm not discussing sex with you!" "That's what I mean, starving for love." "Next you'll say that I'm cynical, and put people down. That I spend my entire life trying to sell people something they really don't need." "I didn't mean that Sir I'm sorry?" I looked at the dirty little face that looked so innocently at me. "Well maybe you're right, or that bang on my head really scrambled things." "Are you hungry Sir?" "Shouldn't I be asking you that, er, Sasha" "You can call me Kurt, Sir makes me sound so old." "Okay Kurt, my name is Sascha by the way I'm very hungry. "No problem, give me a minute...I have some cereal bars downstairs. Ahh what are you doing?" He was unsnapping my filthy pants and with deft hands had unsnapped and unzipped, and had my reached into the opening of my boxers. His lean hands were fondling me. " Whoa Sash" "Please Kurt, I won't hurt you." He slipped his mouth over my penis and the warm moisture of his soft mouth was already driving me crazy! I wanted to tell him to stop, but my body was in agreement with his actions. I knew he was determined to milk me. "Ohhh, Sash ohhh stop, don't stop ... wow!" I had never had a blowjob ever like this. It was amazing! I spurted jets into his mouth, which he swallowed hungrily. Finally he let my now flaccid penis go and looked at me while licking the last drops from above his lip. "Thank you Kurt you taste delicious." "Um. That was very very nice Sash, but we can't do that again." "We'll see" is all he said. He gave me an impish grin from a very dirty face. "We both need showers desperately. Would you like to go first? I'll show you where it is." "Can we go together?" "We shouldn't." "Pleasee Kurt!" "Oh, alright." I really wanted to see what the boy looked like under his layers of dirt. His delicate features gave the hint of great, beauty. I was scummy too; my hair caked with dried blood. Under normal circumstances I would have paraded myself over to the hospital where undoubtedly they would have filed a police report. I would have called a friend as well who would have set up some type of phone chain, and the entire universe would have know that I was mugged, taken down into the chambers of the New York transit, bound and forced to suffer unimaginable things which I'm sure would have grown in magnitude with each teller. As it was I would do nothing as how could I explain Sash. I motioned to him to follow me. He came up to my shoulder, and he was still wearing his grimy clothes. In the hallway were my washer and drier. I opened the folded doors. "Sash, we're going to both strip and dump our clothes into the washer. There is not much of me that you won't see in the shower nor is there much of you. Hold on a second I'm going to get the sheets as well, and then they can wash while we do the same." "Fine Kurt." I tore my eyes from him, and went into my bedroom to get the rest of the laundry. I didn't want to look like I was gawking at him, but as he started to lower his jeans almost in seductive slowness, I felt myself harden again. This was going to be some shower! Aries followed me so I put the sheets on top of him. When I returned there was a magnificent naked boy giggling at a dog looking wolfishly out of the sheets? I lifted the sheets from Aries, cramped them into the washing machine, and saw those eyes like shifting colored glass watching me. I bowed and he giggled again as I did a fast strip tease. "You look really good Kurt. You have a great member" "Gosh, you're making me blush Babe, are you an authority of men's cocks." "No, but I like yours and I know what I like." "Come on then dirty boy into the shower you go. I was enjoying every second with him, even though we were two mud wrestlers by this time, which under normal circumstances would have totally grossed me out. I wanted to carry him and take him with me into the shower, almost a room by it's self with seating for two, and a massage setting. The interior was marble expect the fog free mirror inside. I really was vane I guess. Sash would laugh at me; he was the most unselfconscious creature I had ever seen. Just as I was about to scoop him up the telephone rang. Out of habit I picked it up. My eyes never tearing away from Sash. "Hello, oh hello Len." "Kurt! Where the hell are you, I've been worried. Are you okay" "Fine, never better." "That means that you're with someone." Sash shook his head and put his finger to his lip to signal to me, "Err, no" "Well you better get in at once, the guys from Tranka soda are here, and if they don't see your ad ideas, from you, we will lose their account." "Len, something's come up." "Well I hope it isn't what I think it is. So what do I tell them." "Tell them their cola is poison, it eats the paint off of cars." "You're kidding?" "Okay then tell them that their cola is the nectar of the Gods, and I am unworthy." "He better be worth it!" I looked at Sash, he was! "Look I got to go. Make my apologies. Bye" "Kurt..." Len was pleading with me when I hung up, and then I left the phone off the hook. I figured he would ring my cell phone if he hadn't already, and some hoodlum would answer. Well let them have the account. I turned back to my friend lifted him up and carried him into the bathroom. He felt like silk that had been rolled in the mud. He giggled as I placed him on the shower seat and started the water. "I get to wash you Sash, now come over to me and be a good boy." "Do I have to clean up." "Yes" "Then first you must say you're sorry to all of the Irishmen you insulted yesterday." "I didn't, well maybe I did, I was never very sensitive about what came out of my mouth but how would he know that?" "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for all the bad things I've done, except with you, I refuse to lie, now will you let me soap you down." "You first, I get to clean you first." I handed him the bar of soap, and shivered as he pressed the smooth soap against the hair of my stomach, my loins, my legs, how he soaped me all over and then pressed his lip to my chest. He soaped my erect nipples, and gently he teased them. Then he ran his hand over my genitals, I stood there as he lifted them, and cleaned them almost lovingly. "Turn around Kurt." "Aren't you going to wash my hair, where I got hit?" "Later, if you behave yourself." "Yes, Master Sascha." I turned around and felt sweet pressure as he glided the soap into the crack of my buttocks; the boy was spoiling me. He washed my back, and down the taunt muscles of my legs. "Sit down, and I'll wash your hair." "The shampoo is behind you." I knew he had found it when I smelled the earthy scent of true French lavender. I felt his small hands gently clean my scalp, and my hair, Sitting down I felt like I was in a waterfall. I could stand it no longer and I pulled him down into my lap, and took the shampoo from him. He was already mostly clean from the streaming water, and God was he beautiful! His eyes truly were like Russian Alexandrite, changing from blue to violet. His hair was reddish brown, dark from the water, but I could see reddish highlights as I washed it. As he sat on my lap, I was longing to lift him up a few inches and gently bring him down on my iron spike. It would have been so easy. If only he wasn't crying. "What's the matter sweetheart?" "Oh, Kurt I need help, and it will be dangerous." "I will help you anyway I can. What can I do?" "Do you have a passport?" "Where are we going?" "To take me home."