Date: Fri, 25 Aug 2006 21:31:25 +0000
From: junkies_in_the_sky@hotmail.com
Subject: Urban Mowgly and Me...

DISCLAIMER : This story is my creation and I deeply care about it.  I'd
like you to contact me if you plan on using it or parts of it in any
context. This is an erotic story featuring two little boys, one of 7 years
old and the other of 9 years old. If this isn't your cup of tea, stop
reading here.

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Chapter 1

I had to run faster. The city was a blurring wall nearing on me, a deep
labyrinth in which I knew I would get lost, but this man was following me and
I knew it was no good. I really HAD to run faster. The man, probably to
avoid being spotted, decided not to run after me. While I passed in front of
a backstreet entrance, an arm wrapped around my throat and another one
around my waist. These were arms weren't belonging to an adult : they were
too small. I tried to scream.

"Shut up ! It's no use to run, he'll get you if you don't hide." It was a
boyish voice, therefore reassuring me. I decided to let my muscles relax and
be resilient. His arms loosened and I was free to turn and look at who I
presumed my benefactor. He was not much taller than me, had deep green eyes,
red-russet hairs and a small amount of freckles scattered across his face.
Yet, he was very muscular, almost athletic and was very, very dirty.
However, my disdain would have to wait : if I was to believe him, the man
would come back unless I hid somewhere, and it looked like he knew just
where to hide.

"Where should we go ?"

"To the rooftops, he'll never find us there."

"To the rooftops !? But I'll never be able to --"

"Listen : we gotta be quick. Either you trust me, or he'll get you."

"... okay." I was frightened to death. But then again, I HAD no choice.

He jumped on a wall, gripped on a crack in the concrete, hoisted himself up,
folded his legs, leant his shoes against the wall and unfolded his whole
body and once, jumping up from the wall. He landed on a suspended staircase
otherwise impossible to access. "I'll never be able to do that," I thought
to myself. However, I attemped to jump up to the crack. I heard him
laughing...

"No no... you'll break your neck. Wait a sec..."

He laid down on the staircase and let his body hang down so I could grasp
his hands.

"Hold them tight." I did as he requested, surprised that he was so strong.
He lifted me with visible effort, but nothing too exhausting. When we were
both on the staricase, he started running up. I followed him until we
reached a ladder which led right to the rooftop. Once atop, he laid in a
corner, he opened a bag which he carried on his shoulders. It's funny how in
the frenzy, I haven't even noticed it until now. He opened a bottle of water
that was in the aforementionned bag, gulped a little bit of water and
stuffed the bottle back in the bag...

"What does a boy like you is doin' here ?", he asked me.

"What do you mean ?"

"Y'know, you look like you come from a rather wealthy family. The
neighbourhood here is filled with poor and homeless people. I mean... what
the fuck are you doin' here ?"

"I was with a school group. We had something organised at that museum in the
other district... but I lost track of the group. I tried to reach the museum
by taking a taxi but the driver misunderstood the adress and I ended here
with no money to pursue my ride. Then this man spotted me. I think I looked
lost and that made me a victim in his eyes..." He dragged an apple out of
his bag.

"Okay... what's your name ?"

"Nick, I'm seven. And you ?"

"Danny, I'm nine." he said, chewing a bit of apple while removing his
t-shirt.

"So... Danny... what... what's your life like ?" I had a little idea of it
already, I knew it possibly was a bad idea to ask the question, but my
curiosity took over me.

"Well, I'm homeless and I spend most of the time stealing stuff and helping
dealers to pass drug through the district. Nobody would suspect a nine years
old kid, so I'm perfect for the job..."

"Ok..." God, was it embarassing. He was so straight-to-the point, so
careless about his own self. I felt safe there with him. For that reason, of
course, but also because I feared to get back on the ground. We were so
high... Quickly, a loud silence stood between us. He was observing me,
constantly, eating that apple. I couldn't help but to think about Aladdin.
Yet I was no Jasmine and couldn't understand why there was such a tension
between us. I decided to talk to fill this ever-growing, disturbing blank.

"That uh... That man who was following me, it looked like you knew him...
who is he ?"

"He's a rapist and a murderer, all of us know it. Since he established
himself in this district, more and more abandoned kids disappear. As
nobody's even aware of our existence, nobody notice that the killings
happend. He's very quick and clever, so if he's around and you don't know
where to go, you're as good as dead."

"Gosh ! That is sure frightening ! But... why have you saved me ? Wasn't it
a little dan--- WHAT THE !!?" I quickly jumped in his direction. A rat, a
HUGE rat have been sniffing my leg for a long time and when I saw him, I
thought I would have a heart attack

"Hahaha !!! So funny... it's just a rat. He's not gonna kill ya !"

I was scared and I held onto Danny tightly, squeezing my cheek against his
nipples as I tried to snuggle myself as much as I could against him. His
presence was very comforting. A few more minutes of dense silence followed
until he finally spoke.

"Could you... suck on it ?"

"What have you just said ?" Shocked, I hoped I heard the wrong thing.

"I said that I'd.. ehm, like you to... give a little care to my nipple,
while you're at it." Anticipating my reaction, he quickly wrapped his arms
around me, making me a prisoner of his flesh.

"You're a faggot !?"

"It's not that simple..."

"Fuck it, let me go ! Let.. me... go !!" I screamed, trying to break free
from the lock his arms formed around me.

"Nick... you don't know what it is to live in the streets. It's so very
different from your life." His tone got a tad sadder. Even if I was not
comfortable at all, I felt that I needed to listen to him... "The kids of
the streets often have to rely on prostitution to survive... at a very early
age. I'm not different. Prior to the drug dealings, I was a prostitute
myself. Nearly all our clients are mens and it's never fun to... "do it"
with them. They often beat us while they fuck us, as if being fucked by a
man at the age of six wasn't already painful enough. But the thing is, we
know about sex very early and... we want to have some of the pleasure too.
But the customers never give us that. So we fool around with each other
alot. The kids of the streets are mostly boys, so we're still stucked with
males. But at least there's tenderness involved. Some of us even go further
than just sex and get a "boyfriend" of sorts. Life is easier when you're not
alone and it is kind of cool to be in love and have sex with someone you
love every night. My "boyfriend" disapeared three months ago. No other
street kids have seen him since then and most of us think that he's dead,
been murdered... by that very same men who followed you today. What's even
more crazy is that you look alot like my boyfriend and well... when I saw
you, and him... I... I felt I couldn't let that happend to you."

It was hard to stay indifferent to his story. My heart sank and I realized
that not much have changed. He still was that comforting presence, he was
still the king of the urban jungle that saved me from a dirty criminal. And
he was gay. Yet, his description of his relation with his boyfriend was
troubling. I never even thought about the possibility of LOVE between two
boys. My family was religious enough and insisted that I should stay away
from gay people. It was even nearly common from my parents to refer to them
as faggots, too. They said it was nasty, dirty... As time passed by, I
started to accept this as a fact. Gay people were evil and that was how it
should be. To throw love in the mix was confusing to me. It "humanized"
homosexuality and elevated it to something greater than animal lust. Danny
only wanted me to suck on his nipples; in other news he saved my life. And
surprisingly the idea to suck on his nipples wasn't that repelling. It was
more the perception I had about it (being a fag) than the thing in itself
that disgusted me.

"I'm so, so sorry Danny... excuse me for the faggot comment. I --"

"No, you're probably right, that's probably what I am... a worthless little
faggot with no future. You, on the other hand, have one... you should go
back to your home." On that, he released me. But I was paralysed. Why have
he bothered to tell me all that if he intended to let me go ? Was it
possible that he was in love with me ? Or was it the other way around ? Aww
shit...

"... come on. Get up. There's a phone booth not so far away........ will you
get the fuck up !?" I started sucking on his nipple, slowly, tenderly... it
tasted salty and dirty and somehow I really liked it. This boy was digging
himself a place in my heart with every word he spoke, and it scared me
because even if I was okay with HIM being gay, it was another story to
accept myself as such. Yet there I was, suckling on a boy. A gay boy. And I
was loving every second of it. Feeling so good but so guilty. Feeling so
good to be so guilty...

Danny's hands were roaming through my hair. Against my better will, I loved
the tenderness of his motions, the softness of his skin, his particular
smell... he sighed loudly when I enlaced him. His hands ventured down my
spine, eventually cupping my buttocks. He rythmically squeezed them through
the fabric, clamping his fingers, then drove his hands hesitantly towards
the front of my shorts. How far would this go ? How good could it get ?

He undid the button.

He undid the zipper.

He yanked my shorts down.

He hesitated. I too was unsure. Now that was totally gay. That, with my
consent, would make me a faggot. I couldn't fool anyone, even myself : there
was love in the air. What was happening, it was all about love. From both of
us. It didn't even had to be said, it would've got in the way : we were in
love. What was weird was that I wasn't really caring anymore. In half an
hour, this boy made me live more things than anyone ever did in my whole
life, he told me things I never suspected, he became a hero in my eyes...
now I knew he was gay. What did that change about him, exactly ? Not so
much, and I accepted him like that. So, what does being gay would change
about me ? Sure, the others would make my life a living hell... but do they
have to know ? And do I really care ? I stopped suckling and looked at him.
He froze.

"I'm sorry Nick, I wasn't wanting to go that --"

"No it's... it's okay..."

"You mean that you... ?"

"Yeah."

"But isn't it too fast and --"

"Shhhhhhhhh..." I got closer to his ear and whispered... "I DON'T care... Do
it."

Yes, It was too fast. Yes, there was a big chance I could regret this. But I
needed him to go further. His left hand went under the waistband and he
grabbed my already hard penis. It was so different to have someone else to
touch it. With one hand, he massaged the glans through the foreskin, making
slow circular motions, while with the other he petted my bottom. It was a
gentle ride so far, but nothing truly amazing. It just felt nice, nothing
more. Then he started drawing back the foreskin.

"You're really sure you want to do this ?"

"Yeah..." He released my penis.

"Lay on me... on your back. Yeah, just like that...

Danny lifted his hand to his mouth and I heard him spit a few times. With
his other hand, he lifted my foreskin and then drove the pool of saliva in
the hole. I could feel it sliding on my glans. Then, he pinched my penis
from the left side and pulled on the foreskin : I felt the saliva sliding
there. Spitting again in his hand, he did the same thing with the right side
of my exposed member. He massaged the foreskin again and this time, it felt
really good. My foreskin was sliding with ease on my glans, making me groan
in pleasure. Then he pulled the foreskin to expose the shaft : it was almost
painless. He didn't bring it all the way down thought : just enough to
completely expose my glans. He lifted the foreskin all the way up, balled
his fist around my penis and started pumping up and down. At first it felt
just as good as his massaging a few minutes ago, but quickly it got better
and better and better. I suddently felt Danny's penis hardening upon my
bottocks. His hands started tweaking my nipples throught my t-shirt. I was
burning hot.

"Have you ever done that before ?"

I responded with great difficulty : "Ungh.. nnnh... Noh..."

"Has anyone else ever done it to you ?"

"NNNnnnn.. ooohhhh..."

"You," he catched his breath, "You mean I'm the first one ?"

"Yeah ! YEAH !"

"Oh God... that's so fucking hot !"

I took off my t-shirt to give Danny access to my chest. He traced sinuous
lines across my chest until he finally pinched one of my erected nipples
between two of his fingers, tweaking it, while simultaneously increasing the
speed of his pumping. The pleasure got so intense that my whole body started
waving and I was rubbing my butt on his hard wee-wee in no time.

"Fuck yeah ! Rub it some more ! Press harder on it... Harder... Fuck
yeah..."

He thrusted his hips so our bodies rubbed some more. I could feel his penis
sliding in my ass crack and his equally hard nipples on my now-naked back.
It was really driving me nuts. Then I realized he was spreading his spit on
my chest and I've gone completely insane.

"Ahhh... faster !"

"fuck..."

"Faster..."

"Fuck..."

"Faster !"

"Fuck ! Fuck !"

"DO IT FASTER !"

"I'm trying ! I'm trying !"

"OH GOD ! PLEASE ! FAAAAASTER !"

"Such a horndog... and you're only gettin' started..."

"Oh God ! OH GOD ! I can't ! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH !"

I started jerking incontrollably, mostly grinding against Danny's genitals
forcefully, which clearly was appreciated. In no time, he dipped into the
same state of intense joy that I was, screaming in pleasure. My limbs and
legs were trembling, my head was chaotic, my heartbeat was fast and my
breathing ragged. It was exhilarating but exhausting to "do this". Danny, on
his side, seemed to recuperate quite faster than me, even though he was out
of breath. He planted a kiss very firmly in my hair, whispering...

"Thank you... thank you... thank... you."

His voice was quivering and I felt that the obvious now needed to be said.
Still having all sorts of weird feelings all over my body, I turned over to
see his face : he was crying. I wanted to cry, too. Emotions were strangling
me, gripping my throat : I couldn't talk. Something important has changed at
that very moment. I placed my hand on the side of his face, caressing his
cheek. He was so beautiful. That was my first thought. I wasn't afraid of
thinking that anymore. He was handsome and there was nothing I could do
against it. I had to accept that I was gay. I had to accept that I was in
love with him... and I had to tell him...

"I love you..." I said, now sobbing.

"I love you too... I love you so much..." His arms enlaced me and he smacked
his lips against mine, taking me by surprise. His tongue was pushing against
my teeth as he heavily fondled my whole body. I opened up, giving myself to
me, not caring anymore if my life ended right there in his arms. I felt
complete beyond words. Danny was irradiating love, exploring my mouth with
his tongue, sucking me in. I eventually understood and started mimicking his
ministrations, our tongues joyfully dancing in each other's mouth, our lips
overlapping constantly...

The sun was disappearing along the horizon now, bathing our luscious bodies
in a dense orange light. He was perfect : I loved his lenghty moans, his
smell, his taste, the smoothness of his hands, his gorgeous face... I wanted
this moment to go on forever...

TO BE CONTINUED...

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FOOTNOTE : Wipe yourself and wash your hands : that's it for that chapter
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