Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: The Beggar (MM, gay, anal, oral)
Date: 5 Oct 1995 22:20:32 GMT

			      The Beggar
				  by
			    Barrett Robinson

	It was the middle of December and very cold and blustery. I
had just come home from a long day at the office and was just starting
dinner when I heard noise outside my window. The garbage rack was just
outside my window, and it was pretty obvious that someone was
rummaging through it. My first thought was `Those god damned
drunkards'. The town drunks were always searching through our
dumpsters for aluminum cans, newspapers, and bottles so that they
could turn them in for cash in order to buy more alcohol. Naturally I
peeked out the window to see which one of them it was. I saw nobody.
Now my curiosity was stirred. So I threw on a winter jacket and went
outside. Again I heard noise, but saw nobody. Finally I put my head
into the hole in the side, turned on the flashlight and much to my
surprise was a boy, around the age of 18. When I reached inside to try
and help him out, he bit my hand. Hell, if he was going to treat me
this way, I was not about to try and help him. So I went back inside.

	All the time I was cooking dinner, I heard the boy rummaging
through the dumpster even more. The caring side of my personality took
over once again. The meal I had just fixed, I put on a plate, opened
the window, and set outside. I announced aloud to the beggar that
this food was for him and to come out of there and eat a decent meal.
With that I closed the window and went back to the kitchen to fix my
own dinner.

	While I was eating I heard some rustling just outside my
window. I knew that the boy was eating the nice meal I set outside for
him. So I waited for about twenty minutes before I went to the window.
There on my window sill was the empty plate. It made me feel good that
he ate it all.

	The next night while watching television, I heard a knock on
my window. When I opened the curtain, there was that same small boy
cowering in the snow. I knew he wanted food, so I went to the kitchen
and fixed him a ham steak with corn. No sooner than I put it outside,
he woofed it all down and ran away.

	The next night was absolutely a nightmare. The wind chill
factor had the temperature down to 40 below zero. And it was snowing
hard. Again came the knock on my window. Shocked as hell to see that
same little boy outside with nothing more on than shirt, pants and a
blue jean jacket. He was freezing and his skin was pale. I opened the
window and told him to get inside. He didn't speak, but it was obvious
he wouldn't come in and that he just wanted his food. So I reached
out quickly and just yanked him inside and shut the window.
Immediately he kicked me in the shins. There in front of me stood a
dark, oily haired kid with gorgeous and sad blue eyes. He was probably
about 5'6", and around 125 pounds. He was absolutely good looking, at
least if he were cleaned up a bit. His clothes reeked of garbage, and
were filthy. After about five minutes of a staring contest I finally
spoke.

	"Listen. You are cold, dirty and smelly. If you want any food,
you will have to clean up. I know a nice warm bath would feel great,
so why don't you go into the bathroom, get out of those wet and cold
clothes, toss them out in the hall and take a nice warm bath. I will
put your clothes in the washer and fix you some dinner."

	With that, he gave me a real nasty look. Only after I reminded
him that I was not going to feed him until he did what I said, did he
take action. He went into the bathroom, started up the water and a few
minutes later he threw all his clothes out in the hall. I snatched
them up and threw them in the laundry. All that was in his pockets
was 25 cents and a small pocket knife. Once I started up the washer I
went back into the kitchen to fix dinner. About ten minutes later I
heard the bathroom door open. He poked his head out and just looked at
me. He wanted some clothes. I went into my bedroom and brought him my
bathrobe. Within a few minutes he came out. He immediately plopped
down on the sofa and watched television while I prepared his food. As
soon as I put the plate in front of him, the food was gone. This kid
was HUNGRY!

	After he had eaten all that I gave him, he fell asleep on the
couch. I finished his laundry, and stacked it beside the sofa. I later
turned in myself and when I awoke, found him gone.

	The next night was even worse than the night before. Again
came the knock on my window. And again there he stood dirtier than
before. He didn't hesitate when I opened the window. He flew right in,
threw his clothes off and ran to the bathroom and took a bath. It was
truly astonishing. So once again, I fixed him a meal. This time a
steak. After his bath, he again ate like he hadn't eaten in weeks. No
manners whatsoever. Again he fell asleep on the couch.

	The next morning when I awoke, I was shocked to still find him
asleep on the couch. The expression on his face told me he was happy
and warm. But I had to go to work. I couldn't just leave him here as I
was afraid that he would steal anything he could get his hands on. So
I called in sick to work.

	About two hours later, he awoke. I fixed him breakfast and he
ate it all very quickly. While he ate I just watched him and looked
him over. He was doing the same to me while he ate! This kid was
pretty good looking. Through the bathrobe I could see that he had a
nice looking set of legs and a smooth semi-muscular chest. He was
tremendously good looking. Thoughts raced through my mind about always
wanting to do it with a boy about this age. But feelings of remorse
and worry wiped those thoughts out rather quick. Why was he rummaging
through garbage, where were his parents, etc.

	After he finished eating he went back to sleep. I went into my
bedroom and also went back to sleep. I hadn't been asleep for more
than thirty minutes before I awoke. There not 3 feet from me was this
boy just standing there. Again I tried to converse with him. No
response.  Finally he made some kind of response... he inched closer
to the bed.  I immediately read his mind and offered him to sleep in
the bed. He darted right under the sheets and just smiled at me.

	Again I dosed off. When I awoke this time, the boy was nestled
up real close to me. I could feel him trembling... but it was just
that he was still cold. So I put my arm around him and drew him in
close. That made him even happier. After about 10 minutes he stopped
shivering.

	About 10 A.M. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to
take a shower and shave. No sooner than I had stepped out of the
shower and put my underpants on, the boy came in and pointed to the
bath tub. I understood and told him to take his bath. I stood in front
of the mirror and continued shaving. He started the water up, but just
stood there looking at me. I couldn't figure this one out. Finally I
realized that he wanted me to leave before he stripped down. With a
puzzled look, I told him, "You think you have something that I ain't
got?" Wow, I got a smirk from him. He understood and removed the robe
and climbed into the bath tub. I continued shaving. I kept taking
glances in his direction. He had not one hair on his body! Yet he
appeared to be around 18 or 19 years of age. His chest was well
defined, nice nipples, and I about died when I caught a look at his
young cock. It was pretty inviting... large sack, and reasonably sized
for his age. I returned to my shaving.

	I noticed out of the corner of my eye that he was staring at
me. His eyes wandered up and down my body. I turned to look at him
with a puzzled look. He just stared at me. Finally I asked him what
was wrong. He continued staring. Finally he said his first words to
me.

	"Would you wash me?"

	I almost laughed, but realized that he probably had never
taken a bath for months, maybe even years. So I wiped the shaving
cream off of my face and knelt down next to the bath tub. I lathered
up his back, arms, chest and legs. All the time, he just stared at me.
While rubbing my hands all across his smooth young body, I realized
that this kid was not a starved kid and wondered why in hell would he
be digging through garbage for his dinner. I didn't bother asking him,
I just kept bathing him. After rinsing him off I went to get a towel.
When I came back and offered him the towel he refused. This kid was
very puzzling to say the least.

	Finally I knelt down next to the tub and asked, "Do you have
any parents?"

	He stared again for another couple of minutes, but finally
answered, "Not any more."

	To me that wasn't an answer, and he knew it. So he volunteered
some more. "I ran away from home last year."

	Now we were getting someplace. Finally I prodded the whole
story out of him. His name was Joey. He was only 13 years old. His
parents lived in Los Angeles and they always were fighting. It ended
up that his mom shot his dad. His mom never cared for him since he
was the result of his mom being raped in an alley after work one
night. So after the whole affair back in California, he hitchhiked all
the way to Ohio. He liked Columbus, Ohio because so many people threw
good stuff into the garbage. He had a little home in an abandoned
warehouse about a mile from my apartment. After he finished telling me
all this, he hugged me. I gave him a good hug and smiled. This kid had
been through a lot in the past year. No wonder he was more mature than
most people his age. That explained the lack of pubic hair.

	Joey just sat in the tub and just looked at me. He knew how I
felt. But what he did next literally shocked me.

	"Let me see your cock," Joey muttered.

	"What? What for?" I asked.

	"I want to see how big it is."

	Now this was turning into a rather interesting day. I still
had no intentions of having sex with this young boy, but I knew at
that age I was rather curious about sex myself. So to satisfy his
curiosity, I took off my underpants.

	"Take a bath with me," Joey asked.

	What the heck I thought to myself, and climbed into the bath
tub with him. Joey grabbed the bar of soap and lathered up my back,
rinsed it off, lathered up my arms, rinsed them off, lathered up my
legs and rinsed them off. I was surprised that I was not get sexually
excited from his gentle massaging. Then he lathered up my chest and
rinsed it off. It felt nice but now I was getting worried that this
boy was even more mature than I had imagined. But for now, he proved
me wrong.

	"Your turn," Joey stated.

	So I again lathered him up and washed him. He really enjoyed
it. When I finished he stood up and turned around. Oh boy, his cock
was not one foot away from my face.

	"Pretty big for my age ain't it," Joey declared.

	He sat down facing me. I had to be honest, it was, so I
replied, "Yes, pretty gifted for your age."

	"Yeah, that's what other people have said, but I only wish I
could get it up!" Joey said coolly.

	Joey again took the bar of soap and worked up a lather in his
hands. I had no idea what he was about to do. Without warning he
started lathering my cock. He was so gentle in handling my penis. He
caressed it as if it was a pet. As he scrubbed I fought to control my
sex drive. But my cock betrayed me as it came to a raging hard-on. His
small hands massaging my most private member felt awesome. And he knew
exactly what he was doing. Within minutes I felt as if I was going to
cum. But just before the breaking point, he stopped and rinsed it off.

	"Do it to me," Joey demanded.

	I hesitated at going along with this foreplay, but my sexual
desire tempted me even more. I grabbed the bar of soap and created a
nice lather. I reached over taking his limp cock into my hands and
massaged it. I rubbed the head in circular motions, stroked the stem,
very gently rubbed and squeezed his balls. But no matter what I tried,
he wouldn't get an erection. He was right, he still hadn't matured
that far.

	"See what I mean, I can't have sex," Joey exclaimed.

	Now I was determined to give Joey his first ejaculation. I
moved forward and laid him back in the tub. Joey was getting nervous.

	"What's wrongs?" I asked.

	"Dad always stuck his penis up my butt," Joey said nervously.
"Please don't do it to me."

	"I wasn't going to do anything like that to you Joey. Just
relax," I assured him.

	I leaned over and gave Joey a full kiss on the mouth. He liked
that, so I did it again this time giving him my tongue. He liked that
even more. So I kept kissing him, and finally started kissing his ears
and down his neck. Joey giggled, and complained that it tickled. So I
started to kiss his chest and nipples. Those giggles started to turn
into `Ooohhh'. This was making Joey feel real good. He liked it. So I
kept it up until I thought that it was enough and moved on down to his
stomach area. His cock was still limp as could be. After a thorough
workout with my lips all over his body, he still was not excited. So
this time while I kissed his body, and massaged his cock. Whooah... I
started to feel his sack tighten and his cock started to get semi-
hard, but it would not get fully erected. But Joey was feeling great
pleasure. His breathing became erratic. So while I was getting a
reaction I decided to go for it. I wrapped my fingers around his cock
and sank my lips over the head. Joey yelped.

	Within minutes his cock was harder than any cock I have felt
before. His sack has his balls packed against his body. I knew he was
about to experience his first ejaculation. I returned to his cock with
my mouth. My tongue swirling and sliding around his cock head. All the
time massaging his tight balls with my hand. I speed the tempo up and
Joey started moaning. Joey grabbed me head and pushed it down onto his
cock. He loved this! I kept up the pace then finally slowed down when
his moaning got even louder. As my lips moved even slower up and down
his nice shaft, Joey became quieter, but his body got very tense. I
knew it was about to happen. So now I made sure my lips only made a
feathery touch type pass over his cock, my tongue rolling across the
head.

	Suddenly his body became absolute tense, every muscle
stretched, and as he let out his final yelp, I felt his cock expand
and his juices fill my mouth. Joey truly filled my mouth with his cum.
Joey's body collapsed, but I kept sucking. Within only minutes his
body was tense again and he shot is second load. He begged for one
more time. So not to disappoint him, I continued rolling my tongue
around his cock. It took longer this time. Joey was in ecstasy. His
moaning was tremendous this time, his body extremely tight, and his
balls were very withdrawn inside his body. But after he came, he
collapsed in sheer exhaustion. I laid down beside him in the tub, and
refilled the tub with warm water. He cuddled up beside me and dozed
off for a few minutes.

	When he awoke, he said, "God, I wish I could have done that
years ago," and smiled at me.

	No sooner than the last word had left his mouth, his mouth was
over my limp cock. His small hand squeezing my balls while the other
stroked with his lips up and down my cock. It took very little time to
get a raging hard-on. He sucked up and down the sides of my cock,
licked the tip of my cock, and then took it all in his mouth. Joey had
troubles at first and gagged, but after a few minutes he was taking it
all in. I could feel the tip of my cock down his throat. It was
wonderful. He had a great touch too... a feathery light sucking
action. Those lips very lightly sliding up and down the shaft.

	"Swirl your tongue around the head," I told Joey.

	He obeyed. He was catching on, and fast! I was about to shoot.
Joey kept squeezing my balls as he sucked, and it was beginning to
ache because my sack was so tight. Joey went wild, he wanted to taste
my cum. He sucked faster and lighter. Finally I came, filling his
young mouth with my cum. I shot wad after wad before finally relaxing,
but Joey wanted more. He kept sucking harder and faster. The tingling
feeling returned, but Joey was not hurting me. His teeth rubbing
against the side of my cock. I wanted to cum one more time for him, so
I concentrated all sensation on the tip of my cock.

	Joey's tongue returned to the swirling motion, now exploring
the creases of the head of my cock. He squeezed my balls, not allowing
them to withdraw inside me. Joey was getting tired. So I grabbed the
back of his head and told him to stop. And I took the effort away by
fucking his mouth. I raised and lowered my pelvis, thrusting my cock
deep down his throat. Joey lightened up his lips, and once again to
the feathery touch. I felt the cum rising and finally shot another
round of cum down his throat. When all was done, Joey looked up at me,
smiled (with cum dripping from his chin) and once again rinsed my body
of our cum.

	After we both got cleaned up, Joey cuddled up beside me on the
couch in the living room. He fell asleep in my arms. When he awoke we
started talking.

	One thing led to another. He mentioned how is dad fucked his
ass, and how forceful and painful it was. But he wanted me to fuck his
ass.

	"I feel different about you. I know you will be gentle and not
do it in anger. Fuck me please!"

	I didn't want to for fear of bringing back flashbacks of what
his father had done to him. Joey would not take no for an answer. He
stood up and stripped down. He climbed up on my lap and said, "If you
won't fuck me, then let me do the work."

	With that comment Joey spread his legs wide apart, stroked my
cock till it was hard, and started to sit down on my cock. I felt the
tip of my cock enter his tight asshole. The heat was tremendous. Joey
stopped, every so often trying to take more up his ass. Each step
further down he went, the more painful the expression showed on his
face. Finally Joey decided the heck with the slow torture as he sat
down hard on my cock. My cock rammed right up his ass and within a
split second, my cock was all the way inside his young rectum. Joey
wrapped his arms around me and cried while my cock was deep inside
him. Joey was in tremendous pain. I held him for several minutes. Joey
gradually became more relaxed and you could tell the pain was
subsiding.

	He then started moving his asshole up and down my shaft. The
painful expression turned to pleasure. By now it was all pleasure to
me. His asshole gripped my cock as if it didn't want to let it go. As
Joey slid his asshole up my cock, he tightened his butt, and as he
descended he relaxed. His asshole was literally sucking on my cock. It
felt better than the blow job he had given me earlier. And the
ecstasy lasted even longer.

	Joey's asshole begged him for more. He sank down on my cock
harder and harder, asking for more. Wanting more he motions sped up.
His asshole was now used to my cock and I could feel the grip
loosening up, as the sensation went from tightness to a light
massaging. Joey sped up even more, now a constant heat building up
from the friction. Joey was moaning, I was moaning. I started stroking
his cock. Both of us working up a sweat.

	Suddenly, Joey's cock erupted his cum up onto my chest and
stomach. Watching his cock spew out the white juice, I shot my load up
his ass, some streaming back down the stem of my cock. After our
orgasms had subsided, Joey stood up, his now semi-hard cock dangling
in front of him with cum dripping from the tip. Joey bent over and
licked his cum off of my chest.

	After we had cleaned up, Joey once again cuddled up with me on
the couch while we watched MASH. He fell asleep in my arms. That night
Joey slept with me in my bed, using my lap as his pillow. I awoke in
the middle of the night, in the middle of a wet dream, and there was
Joey sucking away on my cock. It didn't take long to cum, and once it
was over, he again cuddled up beside me.

	In the morning I awoke with no signs of Joey anywhere. His
clothes were gone, but there was a note on the kitchen table.

	"Thanks for showing me about sex, and making my first
experience the best it could be. I have to leave as I want to remember
you the way I do. I love you and will never forget what you have done
for me."

	I never heard or saw Joey for years. Just the other day I was
at Buckeye Boys Ranch to repair their computer. (This is a place for
troubled teenage boys.) There hiding in the corner, pitiful a looking
boy you will ever see was Joey. He just stared at me while I worked.
He wouldn't talk and wouldn't even acknowledge my existence. Later I
found out from one of the counselors that Joey gets raped several
times a day... in the showers, at night in bed, and sometimes the
older boys tries to fuck his ass at the lunch table. Joey's body is
even more hot-looking than before and I feel really bad for what has
happened to him. The only comforting thought I have is that I may have
meant more to him than anyone else in his life. I only wish I could
get him back. Not to fuck him, or have sex, but just as someone to
look over him. He needs help, and no one at the ranch will help him. I
no longer see him as a sexual release but as a person, one that I feel
deeply for and who I want to help.