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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
43
Views:
3,462
Reviews:
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Recommended:
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This is a work of fiction about oral & anal sex between men and young boys. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Chapter 38
©2007 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
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Chapter 38
Date: November 12, 2004
Place: Milwaukee
When Arnold returns from Good Will, his buddy is flying around the townhouse like a madman. "Take it easy, Nelson, we got it all under control."
"We've got a new hitch in our plan."
While Arnold helps him scrub down the kitchen cabinets, he hears about Hamilton's visit, and how it has changed their plans.
"How old you think Rudy is?"
"He said 'small and firm.' What does that tell you?"
"Shit. Five years ago, that was all I wanted. A sweet, young lad like my nephew. Why couldn't Hamilton have found him then?"
Arnold gets the rest of the things to the library and Good Will. Nelson boxes up several paintings and sculptures he thinks will look good in BPH and his tennis rackets and golf clubs for the boys. Arnold brings these, a few boxes of books, the carton of undies, and several other boxes to the Post Office. They will still have a lot more baggage going home than they came with. Not to mention one particular parcel that they both agree can't be left here.
While Nelson takes a cab to the closing, Arnold finishes packing the rental car. Then tries to calm himself anticipating Hamilton's return with Rudy.
Shortly before four, Nelson is back. The townhouse now belongs to someone else. They close the door one last time. As the November afternoon sky darkens, Nelson waits in the car parked down the street with the heater running while Arnold stands on the front stoop. He's glad he brought his warm jacket and wool ski hat.
Right on time, Hamilton drives up and steps out with eight-year old Rudy dressed in blue shorts, blue knee-high hose, black shoes, a white shirt with a puffy white ascot, and a trim blue blazer. My God, Arnold thinks, a fuckin' baby! About as old as Walsh the night Michael caught us playing. And why the hell is he dressed like that on a day like this? Was it his Halloween costume?
"Hey, Arnold, it's been a long time. But I've always kept you in mind. This here is Rudy. Say Hi to the nice man, Rudy."
Arnold bends down, picks him up, and holds him in his strong left arm. The backs of his legs are freezing. The poor boy is shaking either from the cold, or fear, or both. Arnold wants to give him a quick little peck on the cheek, but as his lips draw near, Rudy turns his face toward him, and opens his mouth wide, engulfing Arnold's lips. Shit, the kid's been trained to french.
"So, Arnold, you like what you see so far?"
"Oh, yes, oh, yes. Little Rudy here is just perfect. I want to get to know him real well."
"Good, good, I thought you would. Um, I usually charge more for him than for Vincent, because he's so you know special, but for an old friend I think I can give you a break on the hourly rate."
"No, an hour would be nowhere near enough time for me and Rudy to get acquainted. Why don't you come by here tomorrow morning to pick him up. No, better make that afternoon. We may both be pretty tired in the morning."
"No can do, Arnold, I got guys lined up waiting for the kid tonight. You get one hour. That's all. don't worry, he knows how to give you a good hour's worth of fun, don't you Rudy?"
Arnold pulls an envelope out of his pocket and hands it to Hamilton. "I said we'll see you tomorrow afternoon." The pimp riffles the fifteen C-notes.
"I see the chef business is paying off for you, Arnold. You always knew how to get on my soft side. OK, you got him for 24 hours. Now I got to find another piece of young ass to keep those other guys happy." Hamilton pats Rudy's behind and gets back in his car.
"Smile and wave to him, Rudy." They watch the car drive away and turn the corner.
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Chapter 38
Date: November 12, 2004
Place: Milwaukee
When Arnold returns from Good Will, his buddy is flying around the townhouse like a madman. "Take it easy, Nelson, we got it all under control."
"We've got a new hitch in our plan."
While Arnold helps him scrub down the kitchen cabinets, he hears about Hamilton's visit, and how it has changed their plans.
"How old you think Rudy is?"
"He said 'small and firm.' What does that tell you?"
"Shit. Five years ago, that was all I wanted. A sweet, young lad like my nephew. Why couldn't Hamilton have found him then?"
Arnold gets the rest of the things to the library and Good Will. Nelson boxes up several paintings and sculptures he thinks will look good in BPH and his tennis rackets and golf clubs for the boys. Arnold brings these, a few boxes of books, the carton of undies, and several other boxes to the Post Office. They will still have a lot more baggage going home than they came with. Not to mention one particular parcel that they both agree can't be left here.
While Nelson takes a cab to the closing, Arnold finishes packing the rental car. Then tries to calm himself anticipating Hamilton's return with Rudy.
Shortly before four, Nelson is back. The townhouse now belongs to someone else. They close the door one last time. As the November afternoon sky darkens, Nelson waits in the car parked down the street with the heater running while Arnold stands on the front stoop. He's glad he brought his warm jacket and wool ski hat.
Right on time, Hamilton drives up and steps out with eight-year old Rudy dressed in blue shorts, blue knee-high hose, black shoes, a white shirt with a puffy white ascot, and a trim blue blazer. My God, Arnold thinks, a fuckin' baby! About as old as Walsh the night Michael caught us playing. And why the hell is he dressed like that on a day like this? Was it his Halloween costume?
"Hey, Arnold, it's been a long time. But I've always kept you in mind. This here is Rudy. Say Hi to the nice man, Rudy."
Arnold bends down, picks him up, and holds him in his strong left arm. The backs of his legs are freezing. The poor boy is shaking either from the cold, or fear, or both. Arnold wants to give him a quick little peck on the cheek, but as his lips draw near, Rudy turns his face toward him, and opens his mouth wide, engulfing Arnold's lips. Shit, the kid's been trained to french.
"So, Arnold, you like what you see so far?"
"Oh, yes, oh, yes. Little Rudy here is just perfect. I want to get to know him real well."
"Good, good, I thought you would. Um, I usually charge more for him than for Vincent, because he's so you know special, but for an old friend I think I can give you a break on the hourly rate."
"No, an hour would be nowhere near enough time for me and Rudy to get acquainted. Why don't you come by here tomorrow morning to pick him up. No, better make that afternoon. We may both be pretty tired in the morning."
"No can do, Arnold, I got guys lined up waiting for the kid tonight. You get one hour. That's all. don't worry, he knows how to give you a good hour's worth of fun, don't you Rudy?"
Arnold pulls an envelope out of his pocket and hands it to Hamilton. "I said we'll see you tomorrow afternoon." The pimp riffles the fifteen C-notes.
"I see the chef business is paying off for you, Arnold. You always knew how to get on my soft side. OK, you got him for 24 hours. Now I got to find another piece of young ass to keep those other guys happy." Hamilton pats Rudy's behind and gets back in his car.
"Smile and wave to him, Rudy." They watch the car drive away and turn the corner.
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.