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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
43
Views:
3,463
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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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 39
©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 39
Date: November 12, 2004
Place: Milwaukee
Rudy seems more relaxed now. "So you're not going to fuck me."
"How did you figure that out?"
"You didn't stick your tongue in my mouth before and now you ain't feeling up my poophole like all the other men do."
"You're a fuckin' smart kid. Come on, let's go." Arnold trots down the street with his trophy in his arm. "No we ain't doing no anal, no oral, no hand job, not even a snuggle." He opens the back door of the rental car and buckles Rudy in next to a pile of packages. Arnold gets in the front passenger seat next to Nelson. "Come on, let's get out of here."
"We going to a hotel?"
"No, Rudy, someplace much better than a hotel. A place where you will never have strange men sticking their filthy cocks up your ass again."
"Wow, cool."
"You hate that stuff, don't you?'
"Well, I used to like it when Mr. Hamilton did it. He came over our house to see Mommy. And we played in the bed while Mommy snorted the stuff he brought. It was fun. He taught me how to suck his cock. The first time he fucked my ass, he tried to be gentle. It still hurt, but I got used to it. I wanted to make sure he came around lots 'cause when he didn't come Mommy got real upset. Like she wasn't herself. Mr. Hamilton gave her stuff to calm her nerves, that's what she said. But then he told Mommy I had to do sex stuff with other men. She yelled at him and called him a fuckin' bastard, but then she said ok. I get scared going with strange men all the time. They paw all over my body and stick their cocks in me real hard. I don't think Mommy should have said that was ok."
"No, Rudy, that was a bad thing for Mommy to do. But she isn't a bad person. That stuff she snorts is screwing up her head. Are you going to miss her?"
"Yeah, some, but it's better I leave her."
"Why do you say that, Rudy?"
"She says she wants to get treated for her diction, but she can't 'cause she ain't got nobody to watch me, except Hamilton of course, and that's no good."
"You'd like to see your mother get treatment."
"Shit, yeah! Most days she just sleeps and snorts. She don't play with me or do nothing. Except sometimes she works at her sewing machine, but not too often."
"She makes clothes?"
"Hamilton tells her to make my costumes. Like she made this one. He calls it Fordaroy." Nelson thinks to himself, Little Lord Fauntleroy, but doesn't interrupt. "I hate it. I hate wearing his stupid costumes. Sometimes I'm a cub scout. Or a little sailor. Always short pants. It's fuckin' freezing, you know. I'm glad you got the heat turned on. Sometimes he makes me dress like a little girl. That's the worst. He says it makes the men happy and they give him more money that way."
"What's your full name, Rudy?"
"Rudolph Desmond. Don't go making jokes about no reindeer. I'm sick of that."
"And how old are you?"
"Eight." Both men shake their heads that a kid has had his innocence destroyed so young. Arnold gets on the cell phone and explains he needs a third ticket on the 10 o'clock flight to New York in the name of Rudolph Desmond, age eight. "Wow, we're going on a plane? Yippee. I always wanted to fly away."
"Yep, Rudy, I can sure understand why. Hey, Nelson, why aren't you taking the interstate to the airport? It's faster. We have to get on that plane."
"I know, Arnold, but hell, look at him in that stupid outfit. You really want to attract all that attention in the airport? I know a clothing store on the next block. I used to give them a lot of business. Keep the car running and the heat on while I run in."
Rudy is thrilled he can take off his "Fordaroy." He's down to his underwear before the car stops. Nelson grabs the shorts, shoes and shirt to compare sizes and runs inside. In only minutes, he's back out with blue jeans, a warm plaid shirt, a winter coat, and new sneakers. Everything fits, though Nelson thinks he should turn a cuff in the jeans. Rudy says no, that's how big boys wear their pants, dragging on the ground. Nelson drives off again, but stops at a strip mall where he sees a bin marked Good Will. He throws old Fordaroy in and once again heads for the airport. "The workmanship on that costume was excellent. I know some one will buy it. You know, maybe for a school play."
.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 39
Date: November 12, 2004
Place: Milwaukee
Rudy seems more relaxed now. "So you're not going to fuck me."
"How did you figure that out?"
"You didn't stick your tongue in my mouth before and now you ain't feeling up my poophole like all the other men do."
"You're a fuckin' smart kid. Come on, let's go." Arnold trots down the street with his trophy in his arm. "No we ain't doing no anal, no oral, no hand job, not even a snuggle." He opens the back door of the rental car and buckles Rudy in next to a pile of packages. Arnold gets in the front passenger seat next to Nelson. "Come on, let's get out of here."
"We going to a hotel?"
"No, Rudy, someplace much better than a hotel. A place where you will never have strange men sticking their filthy cocks up your ass again."
"Wow, cool."
"You hate that stuff, don't you?'
"Well, I used to like it when Mr. Hamilton did it. He came over our house to see Mommy. And we played in the bed while Mommy snorted the stuff he brought. It was fun. He taught me how to suck his cock. The first time he fucked my ass, he tried to be gentle. It still hurt, but I got used to it. I wanted to make sure he came around lots 'cause when he didn't come Mommy got real upset. Like she wasn't herself. Mr. Hamilton gave her stuff to calm her nerves, that's what she said. But then he told Mommy I had to do sex stuff with other men. She yelled at him and called him a fuckin' bastard, but then she said ok. I get scared going with strange men all the time. They paw all over my body and stick their cocks in me real hard. I don't think Mommy should have said that was ok."
"No, Rudy, that was a bad thing for Mommy to do. But she isn't a bad person. That stuff she snorts is screwing up her head. Are you going to miss her?"
"Yeah, some, but it's better I leave her."
"Why do you say that, Rudy?"
"She says she wants to get treated for her diction, but she can't 'cause she ain't got nobody to watch me, except Hamilton of course, and that's no good."
"You'd like to see your mother get treatment."
"Shit, yeah! Most days she just sleeps and snorts. She don't play with me or do nothing. Except sometimes she works at her sewing machine, but not too often."
"She makes clothes?"
"Hamilton tells her to make my costumes. Like she made this one. He calls it Fordaroy." Nelson thinks to himself, Little Lord Fauntleroy, but doesn't interrupt. "I hate it. I hate wearing his stupid costumes. Sometimes I'm a cub scout. Or a little sailor. Always short pants. It's fuckin' freezing, you know. I'm glad you got the heat turned on. Sometimes he makes me dress like a little girl. That's the worst. He says it makes the men happy and they give him more money that way."
"What's your full name, Rudy?"
"Rudolph Desmond. Don't go making jokes about no reindeer. I'm sick of that."
"And how old are you?"
"Eight." Both men shake their heads that a kid has had his innocence destroyed so young. Arnold gets on the cell phone and explains he needs a third ticket on the 10 o'clock flight to New York in the name of Rudolph Desmond, age eight. "Wow, we're going on a plane? Yippee. I always wanted to fly away."
"Yep, Rudy, I can sure understand why. Hey, Nelson, why aren't you taking the interstate to the airport? It's faster. We have to get on that plane."
"I know, Arnold, but hell, look at him in that stupid outfit. You really want to attract all that attention in the airport? I know a clothing store on the next block. I used to give them a lot of business. Keep the car running and the heat on while I run in."
Rudy is thrilled he can take off his "Fordaroy." He's down to his underwear before the car stops. Nelson grabs the shorts, shoes and shirt to compare sizes and runs inside. In only minutes, he's back out with blue jeans, a warm plaid shirt, a winter coat, and new sneakers. Everything fits, though Nelson thinks he should turn a cuff in the jeans. Rudy says no, that's how big boys wear their pants, dragging on the ground. Nelson drives off again, but stops at a strip mall where he sees a bin marked Good Will. He throws old Fordaroy in and once again heads for the airport. "The workmanship on that costume was excellent. I know some one will buy it. You know, maybe for a school play."
.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.