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 start-
ing 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 15. 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. My 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 it 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 out-
side for him. So I waited for about 20 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 look-
ing, at least if he was 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 10 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 has 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 30 minutes before I awoke. There not three 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 ap-
peared to be around 15 or 16 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 reason-
ably 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 shav-
ing 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 volun-
teered 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 Califor-
nia, 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 en-
joyed 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 han-
dling 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 wrong?" I asked.
"Dad always stuck his penis up my butt," Joey said nervous-
ly. "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. Whoo-
ah...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 my 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 contin-
ued 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. Final-
ly 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 concentrat-
ed 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 gradu-
ally became more relaxed and you could tell the pain was subsid-
ing. 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 liter-
ally 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 loosen-
ing up, as the sensation went from tightness to a light massag-
ing. 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. Watch-
ing 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 expe-
rience the best it could be. I have to leave as I want to remem-
ber you the way I do. I love you and will never forget what you
have done for me."