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Oooh, Vienna

by John Hollingway <jhollingway@yahoo.com>

This  story is  pure fiction. Although  some persons  in this  story are
images of people  in the real life,  I do not express  their opinions in
anyway. Anything  in  this story  is  made  up  in my  head. This  story
contains graphic descriptions of sex between males, especially between a
man and an underage boy. If this kind  of story is illegal where you are
living, go  read something else. If  you are offended by  such material,
why are you even here? Go read  something which suits your state of mind
better! If  you are  under 18  you  shouldn't probably  read this  stuff
either, as morale dictates us, but that couldn't hold me off at your age
either. Just be careful  about what you read and do,  some people on the
internet are not as nice as they appear at first.


Preface

Some ideas you have during a long car drive just develop on their own. I
started writing  this story after an  8h car drive, where  such thoughts
can keep you awake ;)

This is not my first try at story  writing, but at least it is the first
writing  it in  English. I'm no  native  English speaker,  so please  be
gentle if you judge my language. I try  to write about places I know, so
this story plays in Germany and  Austria, and all dimensions are metric,
so if  it confuses  you, just  do what  I do  when I  read a  story with
imperial dimensions in it: Don't bother, just try to imagine it.

There is no  sex in this first  chapter. I really want to try  to tell a
story which  could happen, and  I really think  it is unlikely  that two
strangers  who meet  for the  first time  will be  in bed  having sex  5
minutes later.  But  a lot of stories here try  to transport this image,
but honestly I prefer a real story, and when there are sex scenes in it,
it's just  better. But I  promise you  there will be  sex in  the second
chapter, as  it is nearly finished,  so just look forward  to it. But no
sex is  a difference  to no erotic,  and I think  there are  some erotic
scenes in here.

All  feedback  will be  appreciated,  just  mail  to the  eMail  address
above. I don't have a  clue how many responses I can  expect, so I won't
make promises I can't  hold up to. But I will try to  read and answer as
much as I can.


Part 1 - Driving away

Seeing another  pair of headlights approaching,  I put up my  thumb once
again, hoping  desperately one of the  next cars would stop  and I could
hitch a ride. At  this point it didn't  really matter to me  if it would
bring  me nearer  to my  destination, I  just wanted  to be  out of  the
rain. My body shivered unconsciously as  another gust of wind swept more
rain against my already soaked-through figure.

Not believing my luck, I saw the approaching car slowing down and coming
to  a halt  directly in  front of  me. The window  was lowered  from the
inside and a voice asked me:  "Where do you want to go?"

Trying to get  a glimpse at the  driver, I saw a  middle-aged man behind
the driving wheel, obviously driving  alone and looking indifferently at
me.

"If  you  could  take  me  somewhere nearer  to  Vienna  that  would  be
great!", I answered.

A smile from the  driver told me he was going  that direction.  "Hop in,
you are really lucky tonight. I can not only take you in that direction,
I'm going the whole way!"

Again not believing my incredible luck,  as it was quite unlikely to get
someone driving from  the Munich area to Vienna, I  glanced quickly over
the car and took another good  look at the driver. Seeing a small silver
car and a friendly face, I decided it was unlikely that he would turn me
in, if I didn't blew it. Breaking into  a smile, I opened the door while
he was busy packing some things behind his seat which previously laid on
the front passenger's seat. I climbed in, putting my backpack between my
feet and relaxed a bit, finally being out of the cold spring rain.

He extended his hand towards me and said with another smile:  "I'm John,
who do I have the privilege  to drive tonight?" I giggled, took his hand
and said:  "Kyle, but I'm not sure if it is a privilege to drive me."

"Oh lord,  you are freezing!", he  said and did something  to the heater
controls while accelerating towards the motorway.

A warm  current swept over  my face, and I  extended my hand  toward the
outlets.

Finally getting on the motorway, John accelerated a bit further to be as
fast as the traffic and relaxed obviously.

Seeing he clearly had time to deal with me now, I awaited the inevitable
question, and it came as soon as I expected it:

"So, what is a kid your age doing outside in the rain beside a motorway,
trying to hitchhike?"

So I started my equally inevitable answer, which I had carefully thought
over in the last hour:

"Well, I'm  going to visit  a friend of mine  in Vienna. I was  going by
train, but somewhere before Stuttgart my  luggage got stolen while I was
at the loo. My train ticket was in  there, and I had to change trains in
Stuttgart.  So the train conductor caught me without a ticket and kicked
me off  the train at the  next station. I managed  to get a ride  with a
truck driver  from there to  Munich, but he left  me there an  hour ago,
going another way."

John shot me a skeptical look, but started to question another area:

"How old are you?" "I turned 12 two months ago." "Would you like to call
your parents? They must be worried as  hell!" He pointed to a cell phone
lying between him and me.  "Nah, Mum is out tonight, she doesn't want to
hear from  me until tomorrow." Proud of  myself to have this  problem at
least postponed, another  question caught me by surprise:   "So when are
you expected  in Vienna? Do  you want  to call  you friend?" Frantically
searching  for an  answer  I started  to stammer:   "Erm,  erm, I'm  not
expected for another  couple of hours there, but their  phone number was
with my train  ticket. I hoped to look it up  once I reach Vienna." Made
another  close  escape,  John  finally  seemed  to  have  satisfied  his
curiousity.

Relaxing again, I realized how cold I was. I reached out again to put my
hands  in front  of  the  heat outlets. But  somehow  the  cold from  my
soaked-through clothes really  started to sink in, and  my teeth started
to chatter uncontrollably.

John reached over  to feel my arm and why  I was chattering. He promptly
exclaimed:  "Oh my god, you are  really soaked through. How long did you
stand there and why didn't you  put on your jacket?" He kept feeling the
arm of  my hooded  shirt and  moved his hand  to my  left leg  which was
equally wet.

"Maybe an hour, could  be longer, and I forgot to bring  a jacket as the
weather was fine at noon, spring has started and so."

I  heard the  indicator going  on and  realized he  decelerated and  was
moving onto a parking lot beside the motorway.

When we came to  a stop, he turned on the light in  the car and ordered:
"Strip!"

Thunderstruck, I started  to stammer:  "Mmmmmister, I'm  really not this
kind of  boy, I  should rather  get out...." Cursing  my own  judgment I
started to gather  my backpack and prepared myself to  run away from the
car.

John seemed puzzled momentarily, and  then laughed:  "Ah, kiddo, I don't
want to rape you! But  you have to get out of these  clothes or you will
get a serious cold. I'll get you some of my clothes, even if they may be
too big. But everything is better  than this!" He pointed at my dripping
sweatshirt and trousers.

He  started to  rummage at  the backseat,  obviously opening  a bag  and
gathering a  couple of things. I  pondered the situation and  decided he
was  right. I didn't  want to  get ill,  and he  seemed nice. I  started
removing my nearly broken sneakers and  the socks with a couple of holes
in it, then pulled the sweatshirt  above my head and started unbuttoning
my trousers. As soon as I got rid of the sweater and the jeans, my teeth
started to shatter once more as I sat in the car wearing only my slip.

John tossed  me a fluffy  towel he must  have extracted from  his bag. I
took  the hint  and  started  drying myself  while  John still  rummaged
through his bag, trying to find something suitable.

Finally satisfied, he sat down again  beside me and looked at me, having
a stack of clothes in his hand.

He pointed at my slip, asking:   "Isn't that wet, too?" I simply nodded,
and he  continued:  "You  should get rid  of it as  well, these  are the
worst wet." Thinking about  stripping completely in front  of a complete
stranger, I felt my cheeks to get hot, blushing profoundly.

He smiled and added quickly:  "I will look away."

He handed me what looked like a tracksuit bottom, a thick woolen sweater
and thick woolen socks, everything a couple of numbers to large.

"Yeah, it won't fit, but it will get you warm."

As promised he turned away, but I  still could see the reflection of his
eyes in the side window, so I was nearly sure he could still see me. But
the cold started  to win the battle,  and I quickly pulled  off my slip,
now sitting  stark naked  in a  stranger's car. I tried  to dry  off the
remaining  wet parts  of my  body and  then pulled  on the  trousers.  I
giggled, as  the legs were  at least 20  centimeters too long,  and John
turned his  head to  see what  was so amusing. His  eyes roamed  over my
naked  chest, and  he was  smiling once  more. Feeling uncomfortable,  I
pulled on  the woolen shirt, stopping  for a short moment  as the fabric
passed over my face. I inhaled deeply,  trying to savor the sweet smell.
"Hmmm.....freshly washed!", I murmured into the shirt.

"What?", he  tried to make  sense of my mumbling.   "Ah, nothing....", I
mumbled once  more, cursing myself  again for behaving so  oddly. But it
seemed like an  eternity since I last  had clean things on,  and it just
reminded me of better times.

"You look like  you are real hungry. Do you want  something to eat?", he
asked while I was busy pulling on the dry socks.

"Oh yeah, that would be great!", I exclaimed.

He rummaged again on the backseat  and produced a sandwich, some cookies
and a bottle of Coke.  "Sorry I  don't have something proper to eat, but
normally I  have only some  snacks with me while  driving." Goggling the
things,  they  looked like  some  feast  to  me.   "No problem  at  all,
John!" Grabbing  the  sandwich, I  started  to  devour it  instantly. He
ruffled my still wet  hair and smiled again.  "You really  need it, as I
can clearly see."

He started the engine  again and began to drive to  the motorway while I
was busy stuffing myself with food.

Finished eating, I let out a small sigh.  "Ah, that was good!" Finally I
started  to feel  warm again,  and a  wave of  tiredness swept  over me.
"John, it has been a long day, would you mind if I slept a bit?"

"No, not at all. Look  at the backseat, there is my  jacket, you can use
it as a blanket." Spotting it, I grabbed it from the backseat and pulled
it  over me. Snuggling  a  bit deeper  in  the seat,  I  turned my  head
sideways and closed my eyes.

I  listened to  the monotone  sound of  the driving  car, when  John did
something at the controls and some  spherical boy voices filled the car,
singing something in Latin. I relaxed  even more, beginning to drift off
to sleep.

Later I was not sure if I had dreamed it or not, but just before falling
asleep I think John stroked my hair and murmured:  "Sleep well, kiddo!"


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Something shook  me violently,  and I  was wide awake  in a  moment, but
still a bit disoriented. As I saw the  street in front of me and feeling
the unfamiliar clothes on my skin, everything fell in place.

I looked  to John, who was  driving more concentrated than  before, when
another hole in  the road shook the car again. Realizing  this must have
awakened me, I slumped back in the seat, relaxing.

"Hey Kyle, you are awake. Sorry to wake you up, but the road is not that
good close to Vienna", John added.

"So it's not far?", I asked.

"No, maybe 20 minutes."

"Can you drop  me off at the train station?", I  asked, trying to figure
out out my next steps. I thought I could find a bench there to spend the
night. I wanted  to do further  thinking tomorrow,  when I had  a better
view of the city.

"Kiddo, I had some time to  think while you were sleeping. I don't think
you can put on your clothes this  soon, they are still wet. I thought we
could drive to  my place, I put  your things in the  tumble-dryer and we
can call the parents  of your friend so they can pick  you up there once
your stuff is dry." Feeling a surge  of panic flowing through my veins I
started  to think  frantically. Seeing no  obvious way  to get  off this
lightly, I decided I had to run away  once more, but it would be nice to
have dry cloths. So I thought I could postpone the call to my "friend" a
bit more once we got to his home. Then I would try to make a dash.

Realizing the  spherical voices were  still in the background,  I asked:
"What is this  music, by the way?",  trying to let my  change of subject
appear as casually as possible.  "Ah, that's Libera, a "Boy Band" in its
truest form. To  be more specific, a  boy choir. I find it  relaxing and
like to listen to it while driving, they are one of my favorites."

Trying to focus myself again, I recalled the things he said before, only
20 minutes to Vienna, listening to the same music as while I fell asleep
and the distance from Munich to Vienna.

"Either you must be a very fast driver, or you are listening the same CD
over and over again, as there is no way we could have driven from Munich
to Vienna  during only one turn  of the CD." He laughed:   "No, you have
slept something over three hours, I have driven normally and I just have
a couple of  CDs from Libera, so  it's a different one  than before, but
they sound very similar."

Realizing another  thing he said  before, I  asked:  "You said  "to your
place",  so you  are  living in  Vienna?" This was  curious,  as he  was
clearly no Austrian, but German as me.   "Yes, I moved to Vienna 4 years
ago and  I'm living  there since  then. Ah, look, we  are coming  to the
outskirts of Vienna."

And he  was right, the pitch  black night lighted up  considerably as we
approached the  city. And I had  the first chance to  look at him  a bit
more thoroughly than before. When the light  was on while I was changing
I  had different  things in  my  mind. John didn't  looked as  old as  I
estimated him when I got on his car, he was maybe between 25 and 30, but
clearly not middle-aged as I thought. He  had brown hair, had glasses on
his nose and  was wearing some really baggy things  which concealed most
of  his figure. He  clearly  saw  the evaluating  look  of  me and  said
defensively:  "Don't  judge me  from what I'm  wearing while  driving, I
just like  to be  comfortable while doing  long way  driving." Using the
occasion of talking of him:  "How  old are you? And where are you coming
from when you say you drove quite long?" "I'm 28, and I'm coming from my
parents which  live in  western Germany. It's an  eight hour  drive from
them to me, so  I had more than half of it when  I picked you up." Being
right at  my two guesses,  his age and him  being no native  Austrian, I
clearly ran out  of questions. I'm normally a bit more  curious, but the
exhaustion took over again and I looked out of the car window, trying to
get a measure of Vienna.

Just as we stopped at a traffic light, a huge building came into view on
the right side, brightly illuminated in the night.  "Wow!", I exclaimed,
quite impressed, "what is that on  the right side?" pointing to the huge
building. John answered:  "That's Schoenbrunn Palace, the summer seat of
the Austrian  kings a  hundred years  ago." "Looks really  impressive, I
hope I can get a closer look while being here!", I added thoughtfully. I
didn't know  where my  next steps would  guide me, but  I had  the clear
intent to get at least a closer look at this palace.

While driving further  into the city, no more  such impressive buildings
arose,  just the  normal big  city night  life: Lone pedestrians  on the
sidewalks, cars which  drove to fast, neon light  advertisements for all
and nothing, and much more. After taking a couple of turns, John clearly
started  looking for  a place  to park  his car.   "Hah, lucky  tonight,
directly in front of  my house.", and he pointed to  a large multi story
building in front  of us.  "Your house?", I just had  to ask this.  "No,
not really, I have to admit. But I have my flat in there." It was an old
house, but  at least painted recently  and looking a lot  of better than
the other buildings around it.

John opened his door  and climbed out of the car. I  remembered I had no
shoes on and much too big clothes,  so after thinking about it a moment,
I just put on  my sneakers, shoving the trousers a  bit up. It was clear
it wouldn't do for a long walk, but obviously it wouldn't be far.

John was busy  unloading a couple of  bags to the sidewalk  and told me:
"Could you take this bag and  your clothes, please?" while pointing to a
small bag having his  travel supplies in it.  "Sure!", as  I had only my
backpack and both hands free. He was loaded  a bit more with 3 bags, but
seemed to manage them just fine. He obviously did this a couple of times
before.

Entering the building, I was right  once more that it was old. It didn't
looked  too nice  in the  corridor, but  John gave  me no  time to  gaze
around, as he quickly ascended the stairs. I tried to stay on his heels,
not knowing where he was going. But it  was only up one level and he set
down his bags, fishing his keys from his pocket.

When he  put the key in  the lock, I heard  a rumble behind the  door as
when something had fallen over. But John didn't looked concerned, he had
more  of a  happy look  on his  face, obviously  knowing what  to expect
behind the door. And it  was clear when he opened the  door, as two cats
stood there,  meowing frantically and trying  to get their heads  out of
the door. John  blocked them  with his  legs and  moved his  bags behind
them.  "Ah,  I hope  you are  not allergic." He shoved  them back  a bit
further into the flat, allowing me  to enter the flat as well. I glanced
around, seeing some  plain furniture, all a bit untidy  as when the cats
had tried to  help "cleaning up". I smiled at John,  who was kneeling on
the  floor, relentlessly  attacked by  the two  cats who  purred loudly,
sniffed  at him  and tried  to get  patted more  than the  other one. He
pointed to  the black and  white cat:  "This one,  purring as loud  as a
sewing machine,  is Ben,  and this  is Chloe", stroking  the fur  of the
tabby  cat once  more.   "And, sweeties,  this is  Kyle!",  he tried  to
introduce me,  but it was unambiguous  that he was the  most interesting
person right now. I giggled at his  fruitless attempt to calm them down.
"Ah, I'll just feed this pack, they  are always hungry when I come home,
or at  least they play  it quite  convincingly. When they are  full they
will be  a bit more  quiet." He took off to  a room straight  behind the
front room, and I heard the sound of cat food being put into a cup. John
returned, leaving  the two cats with  the cup, and seeing  me standing a
bit lost there in  the hallway.  "Ah, just put the bag  in the rack over
there, and  put your  backpack wherever you  want. Just keep  it closed,
Chloe loves to explore bags. And that  you can give to me.", pointing to
my wet clothes.

Having a spontaneous idea, remembering the  smell of the shirt, I asked:
"John, is there  a possibility that you could wash  them instead of only
drying?" It would be so nice to have clean clothes once again. Looking a
bit puzzled  at me, he  replied:  "You are aware  that this will  take a
couple of hours, cleaning and drying them? It is half past eleven in the
night, the parents of your friend will  be very reluctant to pick you up
at four in the  morning." There it was, the great flaw in  my plan I had
overlooked. Trying to save the situation, I decided to take a bold risk:
"Erm, I  thought, maybe, if  you do not object,  I could stay  the night
here? It is too late  anyway, and I just had announced  I will call them
when I'm here, and not said a  definite time." I prayed to all the gods,
spirits and whatever was out there that  he would buy it. I did not want
to run  on the street  with this misfitting  clothes when he  decided to
throw me out.

He seemed to think for a moment, and said then, with a blank look in his
eyes:  "Sure,  you are welcome  to stay. Do  you have anything  more you
want me  to wash?" Being so  eagerly, I made  the second big  mistake of
this  night as  I opened  my backpack  and extracted  a couple  of other
shirts and slips from it, all still dripping slowly on the floor, as the
backpack had gotten wet too. I handed them  to John who looked at them a
bit astounded, but quickly turned  around, going through another door. I
followed  him through  the  kitchen  into a  roomy  bathroom, where  his
washing machine was. He  put the clothes in, filled some  fluids into it
and pressed a couple of buttons. As  it started, he turned around to me:
"Maybe you  want to take  a shower to wash  down the dirt  from standing
besides the road  for an hour?" As I nodded, he  simply added:  "Put the
clothes you wear  in the bin to your right. Just  take whatever you need
in the  shower, and  you can put  on the colored  bathrobe when  you are
finished." Producing another fluffy  towel out of a  cupboard, he passed
it to me.  "Here, I will prepare your bed in the meantime."

Seeing John heading  off to another room, I closed  the door and started
getting  rid of  the misfitting  clothes.  Waiting  until the  water was
heated, I  heard a scratching noise  at the door. Opening it  just for a
small  gap,  I  expected  to  see John  there,  wanting  something  from
me. Looking around  the corner, I just  saw nothing in front  of it, but
felt something at  my legs an instant later. Clearly Chloe  wanted to be
pet again. I obliged, of course, and she started to purr very quietly. I
told her:  "Look,  the water is warm,  I have to get  under the shower."
She  clearly understood  what I  said, as  she headed  off to  sit in  a
cupboard with a good view of the shower.

I  climbed under  the shower,  sighing a  bit as  the hot  water hit  my
shoulders. Just  standing there  for a  couple of  minutes, I  just felt
good,  just warm. Regaining  my senses,  I started  to wet  my hair  and
roaming  with  my  hands  over  my  body,  trying  to  get  rid  of  the
dirt. Turning off the water, I looked  down to see a veritable choice of
shower gels and  shampoos. I just picked the first which  looked OK, and
started to soap my hair. It really hurt  to soap them, as a lot of knots
had been there for  some time now. I just tried to  be careful, and then
started  to soap  up the  rest my  body. Turning on  the water  again, I
rinsed off  the soap and washed  it out of  my hair, shocked to  see the
water turning dark as the dirt got out of it. I just hadn't realized how
dirty I must have been.

With a  feel of regret I  turned off the water  and started drying. This
had been the sign for Chloe, who descended from her seat in the cupboard
and  started rubbing  against my  bare legs. As  I'm a  bit ticklish,  I
started to giggle quietly, which seemed  to animate Chloe only to rub my
legs even more.

Finished drying up, I moved to the washing basin with a mirror on top of
it. Critically looking at myself in the mirror, I tried to get a measure
on how  much weight I  had lost. Maybe 10 or  15 kilos, I  really looked
thin at  the moment. But living on  my own had not  been easy. Seeing my
collar-length dark blond hair hanging  untidy to my shoulders, I spotted
a brush lying besides the basin. I picked it up, trying to straighten it
up. But the knots  in it were too  numerous, and I couldn't  do a stroke
without yelping out, so I finally gave  up and just straightened it up a
bit with my  hands. Taking a deep look  in my own blue eyes,  I tried to
gauge if it was a clever move to stay with John tonight. Seeing no other
options at that moment, I had to decide that it wasn't too bad. At least
I was  clean, had a  dry and  warm place to  sleep and would  have clean
clothes in the morning. Not too bad to start over in a new town.

Looking around for the bath robe John  had mentioned, I found it and put
it on. I kneeled down to pat Chloe a bit more, she really appreciated it
and started to purr again.

I went to the room John had gone while feeding the cats, figuring out he
must have gone there, as he  wasn't in the kitchen. Entering the room, I
saw John sitting on a couch there,  waiting for me. I took a look around
and saw  a nicely  furnished living room  in warm colors  with a  lot of
wood. A big  eating table stand in  front of a couple  of cupboards full
with books, on  the other side was  a TV and the couch  John was sitting
on.

He got up as soon as I entered the room, asking me:  "Are you thirsty or
hungry? Do you want anything?" "I'm OK, I think, just a bit hungry." "So
do you want  something to eat? You seemed really hungry  in the car, and
the things there  were nothing more than a snack." I  couldn't turn down
the opportunity for a  meal, so I quickly said:  "OK,  yeah, if you have
something I would be glad."

He moved  back to the kitchen,  opening the fridge and  looking at it. I
had followed him as he said:  "Hmm, I'm running a bit low on everything,
being  away for  a week. I  have this,  if it's  ok." and  showed me  an
instant lasagna from the freezer.  "Oh, great! Yeah, I really would like
it if it's  not too much work to prepare!", I  exclaimed.  "Nah, no work
at all. I'll  just put it  in the microwave. Look,  I'm going to  take a
shower as  well, why don't you  make yourself comfortable in  the living
room while  I shower. You can take  this out of the  microwave when it's
ready and  start eating,  you don't have  to wait for  me.", he  told me
while putting  the lasagna in the  microwave and turning it  on.  "Cool,
don't you want anything as well?" "No, I had dinner just before I picked
you up, so I'm fine." With that, he  tousled my hair once more and moved
to the  bathroom, and I  went to the living  room, settling down  on the
couch cross-legged.

Chloe must have waited  just for it, because as soon as  I sat down, she
jumped up and started to make  herself comfortable in my lap. I was busy
patting her and scratching her behind  the ears, which she really seemed
to like.  When the "DING" from the  microwave came, I picked her up with
a sense of regret, sat her down besides me and got up to fetch my meal.

Back in the living room, the smell of the lasagna attracted both cats as
once, and I  was busy defending my meal  at no time as I  settled on the
couch again. Alternating between  giggling when one of  the cats started
another attempt to get something and  shoving food in my mouth, I didn't
realized John was finished showering.

when I saw  some movement in the corner  of my eye, I looked  up and saw
him leaning against the door frame in a white bathrobe as well, having a
big smile  on his face.   "I hope they are  not bothering you  too much,
normally they don't behave this bad." Seeing I finished the last bite of
my meal, he extended  his hand and stated:  "Just give it  to me, I will
put it  away. Do you want  anything to drink? I  think I have  juice and
water in the fridge." "Juice would be  fine!", I stated, and he moved to
the kitchen  once more and returned  with two glasses of  juice, sitting
down on the couch next to me.

He looked at  me with a sincere  expression in his face:   "So, will you
tell me why  you ran away from home?" Overwhelmed by  a sudden strike of
anxiety, I  looked with  big eyes  at him and  only managed  to stammer:
"But  I, I  told  you, that  I  was on  the way  to  Vienna, visiting  a
friend...."

He looked  even more sincere and  a bit angry  at me.  "You are  free to
tell me anything, but please don't lie to me. You don't have to tell me,
but don't  you think  it would  be nice to  share your  burden? And your
story doesn't fit together that  well. For one thing, no train conductor
would throw off a twelve year old  from a train without turning him over
to the  police. And you told  me all your  clothes were stolen,  but you
produced enough from your backpack to have me to wash them. Oh yeah, and
you  are very  reluctant to  tell anyone  what's happening,  either your
parents or your friend here in Vienna.", he started to count out all the
mistakes in  my story.  "Ah yeah,  and your appearance doesn't  state as
well you have started this morning from home."

I knew when I was beaten, so I lowered my head and tears started running
from my face. I  was sure John would  kick me out right  now, without my
clothes or  anything, and it would  be a very cold  night out there. But
instead he moved a bit closer to  me, put his arm around my shoulder and
pulled me to  him, so now I  was crying into his  bathrobe. He made some
soothing noises and  stroked my shoulder. He let me cry  for a couple of
minutes and produced  a handkerchief then. He pushed it in  my hands and
told me to  blow my nose. I obediently did as  he told, and straightened
up a bit.

I asked him:  "So,  what are you going to do?" "I don't  made up my mind
yet,  not without  hearing  your  story. You can  of  course sleep  here
tonight, it's way too  late for anything today, and we  can look what to
do tomorrow. Is that  OK for you?", he  asked.  "Sure.....", I answered,
hanging my  head low again. He would  probably sent me home,  or turn me
over to the police, which would get  me in a lot of trouble. He then put
his hand under my  chin and lifted my head, so I had  to look him in the
eyes.  "Just tell me truth, OK?"

Thinking it over for a moment, I nodded my head then and told him:  "OK,
I'll tell you. But don't interrupt me,  I don't know if I would continue
otherwise." Looking at him,  he just gave a slight nod,  and didn't said
anything else.   "OK, where  should I start? I'm  from the  outskirts of
Frankfurt. I'm living, or  better said used to live, there  with my mum,
never  knew my  dad, and  Mum didn't  wanted to  tell me  anything about
him. I led a  pretty ordinary life, I think, until  two years ago. I had
just started  on secondary school when  Mum got a new  boyfriend. He was
heavy into  drugs, and he somehow  tempted her to try  them as well. Mum
was never  a strong person,  you know, she got  always the bad  men, but
this one was the worst. It started  lightly, just with smoking stuff and
so, but  she obviously kinda liked  it. She was high more  and more, not
caring as much  about me as she  used to. She lost her job,  and to bear
it, she started  with heavier stuff, like injecting  herself cocaine and
heroine. From  then  on  she  stopped  caring  for  me  at  all,  as  it
seems. Everything turned around how getting the next shot, or if she got
it, she  lay there trapped  in her  own world. She stopped  shopping for
food, cleaning the flat and whatever. From  then on I was pretty much on
my own. I  begged to get some  money for food,  and after a time  I knew
some of the merchants on the market, some employees in the stores and so
on, and  sometimes they gave me  some leftovers. When I wasn't  hungry I
was at the  public library, I know  one of the librarians  there and she
let me in and read, when I  wanted to. Mum started to selling our stuff,
and after a year or so our  flat was next to empty, only some mattresses
remained, nothing  more. I spent less and  less time at home,  living on
the streets most  of the time. Most of  the nights I slept  at our flat,
but in the morning I was gone,  not returning until deep in the night. I
went  to  the school  most  of  the time,  but  my  grades dropped  very
drastically as  it is  kinda hard  to concentrate  when your  stomach is
rumbling  and you  just  think  about where  you  can  get something  to
eat.  Of course I was mocked at  school, as I had only very old clothes,
not the proper  things for classes and whatever. When my  clothes got to
filthy or too small,  I just got some from the  cloth collection for the
poor and homeless."

Taking a deep  breath, I continued:  "That was my  live until three days
ago. That was one of the worst days of my life on the streets. I somehow
had always  managed to  stay away from  stealing, always  getting enough
together with begging. But  that day, I don't know. I  got nothing, none
of the shopkeepers had something to spare, there were very few people on
the streets, and no one seemed to  care. I hadn't gotten much to eat for
a couple of days, but not that less as that day. I must have stricken by
some bad luck, I imagine. So, after getting a bit woozy from the hunger,
I  decided that  I  had to  take  another  step down  the  ladder, if  I
don't  wanted to  starve. And I  decided  to go  into a  shop and  steal
something. But, as the  things turned out, I was too  nervous, stood out
too much  and they catched  me while I  tried to smuggle  some chocolate
cookies  out of  the shop.   They turned  me over  to the  police, as  I
couldn't pay for it, they got my name and address and drove me home. Mum
had just taken  a big dose, as  it seemed, and lay  unconsciously on her
mattress. The police started to wake her  up, and when the two were busy
with it, I went  to my room, put some of my clothes  in the backpack and
just  ran. The  policemen  tried  to  pursuit  me,  but  I  could  shake
them. After a night in a hiding place, where I carefully thought over my
situation, I  came to the  conclusion that  I had to  leave Frankfurt. I
couldn't  return home,  as  they  would have  taken  Mum  with them  for
sure,  for drug  abuse, and  I  would have  been turned  over to  social
security. And that is a thing I really don't want to. I don't what to go
to an orphanage!", I exclaimed a bit louder than I intended to.

"I thought where I could go, and going in a foreign country sounded like
the best  idea. A school friend  from primary  school moved to  Vienna a
couple of years ago, they speak German  here, and so this appeared to be
the best  target. So I tried to  hitchhike here. But I was  unlucky more
and more, everybody could  either take me only a short  way, or tried to
turn me in. I  had to make a  dash from cars or trucks  3 times now. But
when I met  you, I was really lucky. Perhaps my  luck turned around.", I
told John  and looked  up to him,  smiling at last  a bit  again. When I
looked into  his face, I was  astounded to see tears  trickling down his
face  as well. He  put  his arm  around  me again,  and  hugged me  very
tight.  "Such  things should happen  to no  one, seeing the  own parents
stopping to  care about one and  so.", he stated. Suppressing a  yawn, I
smiled at him:   "Nah, it wasn't that bad. I just  should not have tried
to steal  anything, then everything  would have been  OK." "OK? You call
that farce of  a home "OK"? If I'll  ever meet you mother,  I would tell
her something. As said, no kid should experience such things." Seeing me
yawning again slightly, he continued:  "I  think we should call it a day
and  hit  our beds. It  has  been  a long  drive  for  me, and  an  even
longer day  for you. We can  think about everything tomorrow  and decide
together", he put some emphasis on together, "what to do further."

"Yeah, that's  fine with me",  I replied, still yawning. The  thought of
just falling asleep looked very promising. John got up and told me:  "My
guest bed is in my own bedroom, as  this is the only cat-free room in my
flat. So I hope I don't snore  too much.", he added with a grin. Petting
Chloe once more,  I got up as  well. John stroked both his  cats as well
and wished them  a good night, and  opened the door to the  room next to
the living room. It was  a smaller room, on the right  side a big double
bed, and on the left side a  mattress lying on the floor. The pointed to
the mattress  and said:  "You  sleep over there. I  fear I don't  have a
pajama  for you,  but maybe  a boxer  short and  a t-shirt  will do." He
opened a drawer standing in there as  well, and pulled out a boxer short
at least 5 numbers too big for me. I  tried to pull it on under the bath
robe, but  it just slid  down to my ankles,  having no resistance  on my
thin body. I  giggled and just pulled  off the bathrobe.  "I  will sleep
naked, it doesn't matter to  me." And that was right. After telling John
everything about my live, it just seemed irrelevant that he might see me
naked.  "Suit yourself,  I don't mind", he responded,  turning around to
the big  bed. I just laid down  and pulled the sheets  over me, watching
John. I was a bit curious how he looked naked, it only seemed fair after
he had  seen me naked twice. But  to my disappointment he  still had his
underwear  under his  bathrobe. He slid  under his  sheets as  well, and
asked me:  "Do you mind if I read  a bit? I can't get to sleep very good
without at least reading a few  pages." "No, not at all", I responded. I
turned myself around, now facing the  wall and snuggling a bit deeper in
the cushion.

I suddenly realized  that I didn't know what to  do tomorrow. Up to this
point I  had a  goal, namely  reaching Vienna. But now  I was  there and
didn't have a clue about anything. I  didn't know anyone here, no places
at all and felt suddenly very,  very lonely. I felt tears dwelling up in
me  again, when  I realized  with a  flash that  I wasn't  alone. I knew
somebody, John, and an idea formed in my head.

I turned around to  look at John again, he lay in  his bed, reading, and
started to ask  him:  "John?" "Yes, kiddo?" "John, can I  sleep with you
in your bed, so you can just hold me?", I asked in a pleading voice. For
the first I saw  John struggling for words:  "Uhm, I'm  not sure if this
is a good....." "Pleeeeease,  I feel so lonely!", I said,  setting up my
best puppy  look, the one which  has gotten me a  numerous meals.  "Uhm,
yeah, sure", but he seemed a bit uncertain.  Just waiting for the yes, I
threw up  my covers and  started walking  towards his bed. I  noticed he
couldn't take  his eyes off  me, although I  had no idea  why. He turned
over to his  side, now facing me,  put away the book he  was reading and
took off  his glasses. I just slipped  under his sheets, my  back to his
front, and snuggled up really close to him. He put one of his arms under
my  head, and  the  other around  my chest,  and  hugged me  again. Just
feeling the warmth of his body pressing against my backside, I felt safe
and  comfortable  for  the  first time  in  ages.   "Night....." I  just
murmured  when  the exhaustion  took  over,  and  fell to  sleep  within
seconds.

To be continued


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