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THE LITTLE FUGITIVE

by Black Boy Dreams
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STORY CODES: Mm, WM , Bm , cons , spank , oral


DISCLAIMER: This story deals with an encounter, erotics and
explicit sexuality between a young teen and an adult man. If this
kind of fantasy is disturbing to you, please do not read this.
This story is suitable only for adults and should never be read
or made available to minors or to people not legally allowed to
have access to this kind of written fiction. The story is
entirely fictional and based on fantasy not in any way involving
real life persons.
COPYRIGHTED, all rights reserved, its forbidden to copy, quote or
distribute this story without expressed permission by the author.
Only allowed usage is to download it from an authorized
distributor and reading it for personal use only.

I hope you will enjoy this fantasy.




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THE LITTLE FUGITIVE

by Black Boy Dreams
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Tylor peered through his kitchen window into the night, watching
the wind blow huge snowflakes around furiously. He was glad it
was a friday night, the roads would probably be cleared by monday
when he had to go to work, and he had enough food in his house to
not have to go shopping the next morning. His coffee machine gave
a loud hiss, signalling its readyness and with barista flair
Tylor continued making himself a espresso. Smiling he smelled the
aroma of freshly ground Blue Mountain beans, taking his tasty
treasure to his living room, sat himself down and enjoyingly put
the little cup to his lips.

Suddenly his doorbell rang. The spell broken, Tylor slapped the
little cup on its saucer and frowning looked at the clock. A
quarter past eleven! Who the hell would visit at a quarter past
eleven on a freezing January night in a snowstorm?

Tylor got up, to the hall, popped on the hall light and to his
surprise saw a small silhouette though the matte glass of his
front door. Tylor unbolted and opened his door, forgetting his
uusual cautiousness.

In front of him stood a small, very young black teen wearing a
too thin shiny black nylon wintercoat with a hood, blue jeans and
dirty white sports sneakers half covered in snow.  The boy was
trembling all over with cold, blowing furiously into his
gloveless hands.

"Please sir.." he begged with a thick African accent, "Please let
me come in sir, I have nowhere to go." He looked up to Tylor with
big, pleading brown eyes.

"You poor boy, come right in!" Tylor's heart and front door
opened up wide and on shaking legs the boy staggered in.  "You're
hypothermic!" Tylor said, shocked at the state the young boy was
in and closed the door behind him. He reached out his hand and
the boy cupped it with both his small hands, which were cold as
ice.  "You poor boy, where do you live? I'll take you home!"

The boy stepped up to Tylor and hugged him tight, he started
crying and sobbed: "No home sir, I had to get out of the train
early sir, I don't know where I am. Please don't send me away sir
I will die!" Tylor could barely discern it between the thick
African accent and the chattering of the boy's teeth.

Tylor hugged the small freezing boy tight, he only reached up
barely to his chest. "Why did you have to get off the train
early?  Its OK boy you can tell me. You're not from here are you?
This country I mean?"

The boy hugged and shook him with his shivering. "Immigration
police sir.  I have no passport sir they would have taken me. I
just want to go to my dad.." He cried, "Please no police sir, my
dad has no passport too sir, please please no police they will
give me to Immigration."

Tylor pulled the boy's wet hood down and rubbed his smooth cheek,
holding him close. So cold.. He understood now, the boy and his
father were illegal immigrants, and they had become separated. He
petted the boy's cheek reassuringly, feeling the cold and the
wetness of the boys tears.

"Its ok, its ok, hush now." He hushed him. "No police I promise,
and we'll find a way to find your father. First let's get you
warm." Tylor broke the hug and unzipped the boy's thinnish nylon
wintercoat. The boy let him, trembling and rubbing his hands.
"What's your name boy?"

"Kirabo sir. Thank you sir." the boy said, grateful that the man
was understanding.

Tylor took the shivering boy by the shoulder and led him by it.
"Come, inside there it is warm. Lets get you warm first." They
got inside and Tylor got the boy seated beside him on his couch.
"Are you okay?"

"No!  No sir, so cold!"  Kirabo said with emhasis, rubbing his
arms over his chest.

"What is worst?"

"My feet sir, they are almost numb!"

Tylor said nothing, but took Kirabo's legs on his lap, the boy
slid on his back , and he started unlacing the wet red laces of
the shoes that had snow frosted to ice on them. The boy had bare
ankles, he wore no socks.

"What are you doing sir?" The boy shivered, a bit worried at the
man's forwardness.

Tylor slid the shoes off the boy's small brown feet and began
inspecting the toes carefully. "Checking for frostbite Kirabo, if
they are frozen I have to take you to the hospital or you'll lose
your toes."

"Please sir no hospital, they call Immigration!"

"Okay, okay, move your toes for me." Tylor said, and the boy
managed to move them. Tylor took the small bown feet, that were a
bit dirty and smelly, between his hands and started rubbing them
firmly. They were incredibly cold. "You are in luck Kirabo, no
frostbite but just barely, you get to keep your toes. Winter is
evil here. Is this your first winter here?"

Kirabo nodded.  "Never seen snow sir. You are kind sir." he
shivered.

Tylor felt the feet, still so cold.  He reached a bit inside the
boy's pant leg and felt his ankle, which was way too cold also.
He looked at the African boy, who was shivering and still
chattering his pearly white teeth.  His first aid knowledge
kicked in. "Kirabo do you trust me?"

"Y-yeah sir?" The boy asked carefully.

"What is best for you now is that we get in bed together, clothes
off, and that you warm yourself on me. That's the best we can do.
Do you trust me enough for..."

Kirabo's eyes grew wide. "Yes sir please sir!  I'm so cold sir!
Please sir, yes!" he interrupted eagerly.

Tylor slid the boy's feet off his lap, got up and helped
shivering Kirabo get up. Tylor led the way to his badroom, a soft
patter of small bare feet and a chattering of teeth following
right behind him.

In his bedroom Tylor took off his shoes and socks, and Kirabo
trembling pulled his shirt over his head. Tylor unbuttoned his
shirt looking at the boy sitting beside him. The young African
teen, if a teen he was, was very slender of build, thin arms and
torso with a tiny bump for a bellybutton, the dark brown boy's
thin body quivered and had goosebumps all over, his nipples
contracted and hard. Tylor smiled. Goosebumps and shivering were
all good signs.. Tylor got up and undid his belt, Kirabo faced
him, popped the button of his jeans and pulled then way down on
his ankles revealing not-so-white undies. Tylor bent to take his
pants off and when he looked up he saw that the young boy now too
pulled down his underpants and tossed them on his shirt and pants
on the floor.

Tylor wanted to comment that that wasn't needed but he smiled,
casting a gaze at the boy's African boyhood that revealed the boy
both was indeed a young teen, albeit barely so, and that he
indeed was very cold., his wrinkled brown boyhood was little more
than an empty sheath of dark brown foreskin.

He looked up, the boy grinned. "Can we get in sir?  I'm freezing
my weewee off!" he said and flicked that he called his weewee
with his finger.

Tylor faced the naked boy in his boxer shorts and slid into bed,
holding it open for the young African, who almost lept in and
without hesitation cuddled into his side, wrapping his arm and
leg over the white man. "Oh God you're cold!" Tylor exclaimed,
feeling the boy was ice cold from head to toe.

"Yeah sir.." Kirabo chattered, "Please make me warm." Tylor
covered them both in the thick downy bedcover, just their heads
sticking out, tucking in the sides as they cocooned up.

He turned to the boy and hugged him in his arms, pressing the
shivering boy to his bigger warm body under the soft downy
bedcover. He let the boy glip his small ice cold leg between his
and felt the freezing 'weewee' pressed against his belly. Tylor
now lay face to face upclose with the young African boy. The boy
had a handsome dark brown round face, a well shaped nose, a
thumb's thickness of nappy, tight curled African hair on his
head, big, full brown lips with a bit of pink showing on the
lower lip and two beautiful dark brown eyes, the white of them a
wee bit brownish too, that were looking at him just as closely.

"You are a kind man sir." Kirabo whispered, the chattering of his
teeth was lessening a bit, "I trust you."

"You're a handsome boy Kirabo.." Tylor said gently, "Where are
you from?"

Kirabo looked at him hesitantly for a moment. "Uganda sir, but
you shouldn't tell anyone."

"I won't tell anyone, it's our secret Kirabo." Tylor said and
Kirabo smiled.

Kirabo's shivering slowly calmed to a squirming as the warmth of
Tylors body started seeping in, and Kirabo kept cuddled snugly
against the warm white man. "You saved my life sir, I would have
died."

"Ah no Kirabo, you could have rang any doorbell and the people
would have done the same." Tylor said soothingly, trying to ease
the boy's mind.

"I did it two times sir and they sent me away each time." Kirabo
softly said and closed his eyes,pushing back some hurt.

"Aww Kirabo no, what heartless people would send a boy like you
out in the snow." Tylor said, feeling pain in his heart that
anyone would do such a thing.

Kirabo looked him in the eyes and whispered: "Bad people sir.
There are many bad people, it's why we had to go.  You are good
like my father is."

Tylor brought his head a little closer and rubbed the tip of his
nose over Kirabo's and said kindly:  "Well I'm not sending you
out in the snow that's for sure. I can make a nice bed for you on
my couch, its very comfy for a boy your size."

"Aaaah siiir can I sleep in your bed with you? Where it''s warm?
Pleease?" Kirabo asked adorably, Tylor could not refuse.

"They say necessity makes strange bedfellows Kirabo, tonight that
will be you and me."

Kirabo gave him a little kiss on his cheek. "You are a kind man
and this is the best bed I ever been in sir.  Soft and warm and
big enough for us both!"

Tylor smiled at this affection. "It sure is Kirabo." He rubbed
the boy's back a bit and tickled the back of the boy's neck,
making him show his pearly white teeth in a wide grin. "I do
believe a certain little boy is getting warm!"

Kirabo smiled wide and chuckled softy, with a trying voice: "My
butt is still cold sir."

Tylor grinned. "Oh really now, little man?" he asked, he let his
arm slide down and started rubbing the boy's cool buttocks, which
despite the boy's slenderness were quite round and full. "There's
other ways a boy's buttocks can be warmed you know?" he said
teasingly.

Kirabo chuckled a lot at this. "Naww I like this just fine
sir..." he said a little shyly and closed his eyes while Tylor
rubbed and kneaded his buttocks.

Tylor smiled at the boy's cheek.  He took in some air. The boy
obviously hadn't washed in some days, how many he dared not
guess, and he was a bit smelly, but Tylor decided it was a good
kind of smelly, the charming boy smelled a bit strange but in a
way that was kind on the nose.

He let his eyes wander to the pile of boy clothes. He noticed
that the not-so-white undies had a small dried yellow spot in the
front. He smiled as he kept rubbing the boy's butt. "Maybe the
little Ugandan prince could benefit from a shower, and I could
put your clothes though my washer too. They'll be crisp
tomorrow."

Kirabo looked at him smiling. "Aww can I shower tomorrow sir? The
bed's got me tired."

"That's okay Kirabo, we'll do it like that. Are you warm now?"

"Yeah sir but I like to cuddle with you if you don't mind." the
young boy smiled.

Tylor petted his buttocks.  "Thats fine, I like you close too,
especially now that you're not a block of ice anymore."

Kirabo grinned wide and started rubbing Tylor's back a bit just
like Tylor was still rubbing his butt. Some moments came and went
with the two unlikely bedfellows cuddling and enjoying silently.

"I have a paper sir." Kirabo said suddenly.

"Paper?"

"With the phone number of my father sir. I can call him and tell
him that I am safe with you."

Tylor was relieved. That solved the problem that had been in the
back of his mind all the time now, how to locate the boy's father
without alerting the authorities. "That's great Kirabo!  Do you
want to call him now?  Maybe he can come pick you up and you'll
be with him tonight."

"I really wanna call yes sir but he can't come tonight, no car,
and he will be glad that I'm safe with you. He can come tomorrow
maybe if he has money for the train."

"I could drive you."

Kirabo shook his head. "It's late and I want to stay with you
tonight if that is okay with you sir. Not to be rude."

Tylor smiled. "No, no, that's not rude little man, I want you to
stay too.Tonight and tomorrow you are my guest, and we'll get you
nice and clean for your dad. Looks like we'll share this bed
after all."

Kirabo grinned, broke the cuddle and got up. "Can I call now sir?
 He will be worried sick!"

"Sure Kirabo, put some pants on and come."

"No need sir, its warm in the house." Kirabo smiled. Tylor's eyes
traced down his body to between his legs. The boy's boyhood that
had been a wrinkled little worm before now hung down warmly,
about as thick and a bit longer as Tylor's thumb, his foreskin
protruding to an elongated point, showing that this boy indeed
probably had just entered his teenage years. "Sir?" Kirabo
giggled and Tylor got out of bed.  Kirabo bent over to retrieve a
stack of dirty folded pieces of paper from his pants, his thick
brown buttocks flexed and stretched as he bent down deep, Tylor
raised his hand and gave them a playful swat.

"Wha?" Kirabo asked, surprised but remaining bent over while he
looked through the papers.

"That's for not putting your pants on!" Tylor smiled and gave
another playful swat on the inviting boybutt, "And that's for
saying 'wha'." The boy chuckled and started wiggling his butt at
Tylor, who gave it a few swats more. "Oh yea Kirabo?" he taunted
and gave another swat on the smooth brown orbs of the giggling
boy, who now held onto his knees, remaining bent over and
wiggling his butt, "You think this is a game?" He swatted again,
"You think this is some sort of game huh?"

The brown boy giggled in joy. "Yeah sir I think its a game yes!"
and wiggled some more.

Tylor gave a few more swats. "Boy if you don't stand up now
there's gonna be trouble!"

"What kinda trouble sir?" Kirabo inquired, wiggling teasingly.

"You across my lap getting your butt spanked kinda trouble you
wicked boy!" More wiggles, more swats.

"Naww you wouldn't sir!" Kirabo challenged, still wiggling.

"Now you've done it!" Tylor said decisively, took the bent over
boy by his shoulder and side, sat on the bed and lay the wildly
giggling boy across his lap, catching both the boy's wrists and
holding them snugly on the wriggling boy's back.

Tylor raised his hand and started slapping the boy's round brown
buttocks, Kirabo frantically stuggling and squirming, not at all
hard but a bit harder than before, and now not stopping to hear
more of the boy's cheekiness. The African boy chuckled and
giggled hysterically and laughed: "Stop! Stop! I'll tell my dad!
I'll tell my dad!"

"You'll tell him you been walking through my house in your bare
weewee?"

"Nooooo nooo!" Kirabo laughed.

"You'll tell him you've been wiggling that butt at me?"

"Noooo nooo I won't tell him that!" Kirabo laughed and squirmed
while the slaps still rained down.

"Then what will you tell him?"

"I tell him that I am safe and with the kindest man of the whole
country Sir!  Please sir! Mercy!"

"Oh yeah? Beg for it!"

"Please please sir please stop slapping my buttocks sir!  They
are warm enough already sir, please! Have pity on my poor
buttocks sir! Mercy! Mercyyy!"

Tylor stopped and rubbed the brown boy's bubble butt, which
indeed had gotten quite warm.  He grabbed the boy and hugged him
against his body. "You're a great boy Kirabo!"

"You are awesome sir, the kindest man I met in the whole
country!"

"Come, let's make that call!" Tylor said and let Kirabo get off
his lap. He saw that the brown boyhood had swollen some, and now
hung at an angle, filling it's loose foreskin a lot better.

Kirabo grinned apologetically. "I love getting spanked when its
for fun sir." he confessed, and bent to pick up the pieces of
paper. Tylor swatted the inviting butt for good measure which had
the boy giggle.

Downstairs Tylor retrieved his phone from the station and gave it
to Kirabo, who took it and jumped back into the couch, cooling
his brown butt on the white leather, sitting there with his legs
spread wide, feet dangling and his boyhood still a bit pumped as
he pressed the number of his father into the phone.

Tylor smiled, watching the boy call his father. It was quiet for
four rings, Tylor held his breath, but then the phone was picked
up at the other end.

Kirabo began enthusiastically talking in a strange African
language that sounded beautiful and melodic, and his enthusiam
was met by a male voice on the other end that went just about
ballistic with joy. They talked quickly and happily back and
forth, Kirabo using great emphasis in some of his strange words,
flapping his feet in joy.

Kirabo held down the phone, covering the mouth end. "Sir what is
your address?" Tylor told him and Kirabo related it slowly, it
was being written down on the other end. "And the number of this
phone sir?" Tylor gave that too, and it too was relayed.  They
chatted a bit more, kisses were exchanged over the line and
Kirabo clicked off the call, hugging the telephone to his small
chest before giving it back to Tylor who put it back in the
station.

"Dad is so very happy that I'm safe and in good hands sir! 
Tomorrow he will come pick me up at between ten and eleven.  He
is so happy sir!"

"And I'll be handing him over a clean happy boy." Tylor smiled,
"Come boy, let's go wash your clothes."

"Can we go sleep after sir?  I'm very sleepy."

"Sure Kirabo, you and me." Tylor smiled.

They went upstairs, Tylor lifted the boy's not-so-white undies
off his pants and wiggled them in front of the boy's face. "This
looks like it needs Ariel's magic wand!" he chuckled, and Kirabo
got a bit embarrassed and quickly emptied his pockets. The
papers, a small wallet, a stick of chewing gum and a folding
pocketknife, it wasnt much.

"Kirabo, I didnt ask but are you hungry?" Tylor asked, picking up
the boy's shirt and discreetly smelled it, not to embarrass
Kirabo. It was endowed with the same spicy but somewhat stale
boyish musk he had smelled lying in bed with the boy, staler in
the t-shirt version than in the boy version, and he wrapped it
around the undies.

"What have you got sir?' Kirabo asked and quickly added, "Not to
be rude."

"It's fine. Well I could make you some sandwiches. I got ham,
peanut butter, Gouda cheese.."

"Peanut butter on bread is great sir!" Kirabo said eagerly, "With
a bit of sugar on it if you have it." He got up and without
asking lay his pants over the clothes Tylor was holding.

"Would the Ugandan prince like a glass of milk with that?" Tylor
chuckled.

"Yes please!" Kirabo grinned and followed Tylor downstairs to the
washroom, where Tylor dumped the clothes in the washer and added
a good dose of Ariel. Kirabo read the detergent brand name and
grinned, understanding what Tylor had referred to earlier.
"Won't we have to stay up to hang it out sir?"

"Naw boy this is a washer and dryer in one, tomorrow it pops open
and out come freshly washed clothes for a freshly washed boy."
Tylor turned the machine on.

"Its been a while." Kirabo grinned apologetically and Tylor
rubbed and patted his small shoulder reassuringly.

"Let's get the prince of Uganda some yummies to sleep on!" Tylor
decided and the naked African boy pattered after him into the
kitchen. "You and your father, what language was that? It sounded
beautiful."

"Luganda, it's Ganda. Almost everybody in Uganda speaks it."

"Your English is great." Tylor said, whipping out the peanut
butter, and Kirabo gave him a playful shove.

"English is national language next to Luganda!" Kirabo chuckled,
"I'm from Kampala not from the bushbush."

"Ahh a city boy like me!" Tylor said, sprinkled brown cane sugar
on the peanut butter and poured a big glass of milk, then put the
plate with the two peanut butter sandwiches and the glass of milk
on the kitchen table. Kirabo eagerly got seated on the wooden
bench and Tylor chuckled: "Move over!" and went to sit right
beside him, arm across his back, holding his shoulder gently
while the boy ate.

Tylor looked on and smiled, the thin boy ate with elegance but
the pace with which the sandwiches and milk went down showed that
he done good asking the boy whether he was hungry.

Kirabo finished, rubbed his tummy that now had a bit of bulge to
it, then yawned deeply.

"Ohh sorry sir. It was delicious sir, thank you very much.  Shall
I wash it and we go sleeping?"

Tylor got up, collected the plate, the untouched fork and knife
and the glass and put them in the dishwasher. "Oooh you got a
machine for that sir!" the boy exclaimed and Tylor teased:

"Yeah lucky you!  Come, let's go to bed." The naked African boy
got up and followed him through the house as he turned off the
lights, then up the stairs to the bedroom, and slipped into bed
with him.

Kirabo cuddled up close against Tylor, who smiled at the boy's
affection. "Want to sleep like that huh? On my pillow?"

"Yeah if you like sir, I'd like that."

"It's fine, you're a good boy and you miss your dad." Kirabo
nodded and Tylor wanted to turn off the light.

"Can the little light stay on sir? Please?"

"Afraid of the dark?"

"Bad dreams sir, and waking up not knowing where I am."

"It's fine, the light stays on."

Kirabo murred and cuddled up closer against him. Tylor smiled to
him. "You're as sweet as chocolate Kirabo." Tylor said gently,
and Kirabo grinned wide.

They let the bed warm up and the calm of the night come over
them. Tylor was getting sleepy himself, but Kirabo suddenly
looked at him a bit more awake than he was before. "Sir, I want
to give you something."

"What is that Kirabo?" Tylor wondered.

"You have been so very good to me sir, I want to give you
something that you deserve."

"You have so little Kirabo, it's okay.."

"No sir, please promise me that you will let me give it to you
and not stop me. I really really want to give it."

Tylor raised his eyebrows. "Okay.." he said, "I promise." he said
and Kirabo broke the hug and lay his fingers on Tylor's lips.

"Please sir, not a word." Tylor nodded, fingertips still on his
lips.

Kirabo moved, but he didnt get up but instead slid himself under
the bedcover.. Tylor blinked. Kirabo went downward, then
closer...

Tylor felt how the boy took the band of his boxershort, and
pulled it down, inverting it over his legs.  He gasped.  Was the
boy really..?

He felt small warm fingers grasp his cock, free his balls from
between his legs and peel his foreskin back.

Oh God!  He was.

Tylor wanted to pull up the bedcover and stop him, but he had
made a promise. This was not what he intended.  He had enjoyed
the boy's pleasant ways, the look of him but.. Below, he felt how
those full brown boy lips closed around his soft member, he felt
a sucking and licking that felt most pleasant.

Tylor was alarmed. Sure he had enjoyed seeing the boy's physique
and how freely he moved naked, unashamed to be seen. He had
enjoyed the spanking game but.. He was so young, so very young!

Tylor gulped, feeling his cock react eagerly to the sucking and
licking, and a gentle playing with his balls.  He could not help
but let out a soft moan when the boy's tongue flicked his pee
slit. Kirabo had heard this, and now began eagerly flicking that
sensitive slit over and over, kneading his shaft with his lips.

Tylor closed his eyes. Before his mind's eye he saw glimpses of
Kirabo's body, of how he sat legs wide, boyhood half swollen on
his couch, clutching the telephone. Oh God that boy was wicked
with his tongue! Tylor now moaned softly, more and more, and this
made Kirabo chuckle excitedly under the bedcover and somehow,
somehow it turned Tylor on so much, to hear that chuckle and feel
that boy's tongue not just lick him, but explore his flesh and
play with it, reacting to his arousal.

Before his mind's eye he was spanking the little fugitive, his
hand slapping those smooth brown orbs, rubbing them.. He moaned a
bit louded and more urgently, squirming a bit, panting and he was
letting go to the feeling. This was going to happen, and it was
good.

Tylor reached under the bedcover and started stroking the soft
tight curls of the young African boy's head, stroking and
petting, reassuring him that it was good and that he was allowed.
Kirabo let out a moan too and it vibrated Tylor's meat in the
small confines of the boy's mouth, who pleased him oh so
deliciously.

Tylor fully surrendered, overcome by the lusts that Kirabo evoked
in him, he but down on the bedcover moaning, his fingers that
stroked the boy's soft African curls trembling..  Suddenly he
came, and came hard in the boy's mouth, he pumped his seed and
felt the boy hug his legs and gulping, gulping down every last
drop of it, and that turned him on so very much that his orgasm
got a second peak and he squirted more seed, more seed into that
small hungrily gulping mouth, until he was drained of his last
drop.

Kirabo, traced his finger over Tylor's urethra, squeezing the
last bits out into his mouth and devouring that too. Tylor lay
there panting, Kirabo kept most of his cock in his mouth and let
it get soft that way, sucking it slowly, calmingly, then he
popped it out of his mouth and let out a small boyish burp that
sent a shiver up Tylor's spine.

Kirabo emerged above the bedcovers again and lay his head down on
Tylor's pillow, facing him from up close. For a while they lay
silent.

"Thank you." Tylor said softly, "Thank you for your gift."

Kirabo nodded to him, gazing at him with a strange focus in his
gaze, preoccupied, his lip bitten, shaking a bit as if cold
again.

Tylor smiled and whispered: "Kir.. Are you playing with your
weewee?" Kirabo nodded again, focussed, gazing at him closely.
"Want a hand with that, little firecracker?"

Kirabo's face split open in a wide grin, he lost his focus and
his hands, a bit moist, now stroked Tylor's body. "Yes please
sir!" he panted, excited by the offer.

Tylor reached under the bedcover, Kirabo took his wrist and led
the big hand to between his legs, Tylor let his hand be led,
until he felt a throbbing smooth hot shaft rubbed across his
palm.  He closed his fingers around it, Kirabo's eyes widened a
bit. Excited all the way, the boy had fair girth to him and
despite his petite body size his boyhood was longer than Tylor's
hand was wide.

Tylor's fingers kneaded, fierce throbbing ensued, sparks shot
from Kirabo's eyes! Tylor began masturbating the young boy's
boyhood with adult skill, looking closely to the boy's responses.


Kirabo started moaning, first softly, then somewhat louder with
his mouth a bit open., his lips quivering. They had their eyes
locked all the time, Tylor saw the excitement in them, the
yearning and surrender, the sparks of pleasure when Tylor found a
move that delighted the boy.

"Oooooowwwhh.... mmmmmmmmhhh..." Kirabo moaned unashamed, eyes
locked, stroking Tylor's mature body, exploring his chest hair,
thrusting his boyhood into the delightful big hand a bit, faster
and faster.

Suddenly Kirabo hugged Tylor with arms and legs and started
hissig, a few drops of seed sprinkled against Tylor's belly and
then the boy kissed his lips, moaning in desires fulfilled, lips
docked. Kirabo parted the kiss, breathed in deep then exhaled in
utter bliss. He cuddled into Tylor and closed his eyes.

"Mmmmm you're the kindest man in the whole world." He murred
contently. Tylor wanted to reply but noticed to his amazement
that the young African boy had dozed off in his arms, and now
breathed calm and even in the sweet slumber of sleep.

Tylor very gently kissed the boy's forehead and  closed his eyes
too.

Somehow, somehow this was right.  He would never have imagined
it, he hadn't expecied it or even wanted it when the boy laid his
first move on him but now, somehow, somehow it was right exactly
the way it was. His mind's eye played back things that had
happened betwen them, things said, things seen and things done,
until sleep overtook Tylor too, sleeping in an African boy's
embrace.

And like so, the man and the boy dreamt for half the night.

Tylor was rudely awoken by Kirabo mumbling and stirring. He
opened his eyes and saw the boy with a heavy frown on his face
shake and twitch and mumble in clear fear, then suddenly cry out
and shoot from deep sleep into a waking daze.  He looked at Tylor
in shock, out of it.  "Where am I?"  He asked overcome with fear.

Tylor hugged him and calmly said.  "Shhhh you are safe with me.
Remember it. Remember." Kirabo struggled a bit but then calmed
and his struggle became a strong hug of arms and legs.

"Yeah sir.. Now I remember sir.  It is you.."

"What was happening?"

"I was being chased sir."

Tylor rubbed the boy's buttocks, knowing the boy liked that
feeling. "A monster?"

"No sir, bad men. They were after me."

Tylor nodded, understanding. "In Uganda?"

"No sir not them.." Kirabo started sobbing softly. "Right here
sir.  The police. They wanted to catch me and put me on a plane
to Africa and I would never see my dad again."

Tylor's heart almost ripped open. No boy in the world should have
to have nightmares like these, especially not in a country where
everything is supposed to be allright. "It's okay Kirabo. You are
with me, hiding with me in my safe home, and tomorrow your father
will come and you will be together."

"Yes, yes that's true.." Kirabo calmed down and snorted down an
emotion.

"Ssshh, its ok.  Tomorrow a good shower and fresh clothes and
your dad between ten and eleven. He loves you very much, I could
hear that in his voice."

"Mmmmhh.." Kirabo moaned in comfort, and to Tylors amazement was
so comforted that he dozed off in mid-conversation, feeling safe
in Tylor's arms.

Tylor calmed himself down but it wasn't as easy as for Kirabo. He
wasn't naive about illegal immigrants but it had never hit home
with him, the reality of it, as hard as it did now.  Would they
really deport a young teen? They would handle it in some way but,
what if his father was caught and deported alone?  He never
thought about it on any sort of level as he did now holding a
young refugee in his arms, a young refugee with very real
nightmares of being deported and losing his father. He decided to
do a websearch on the realities of illegal immigration in his
country tomorrow, when the boy and his father had left.

This put him at ease somewhat, he tenderly kissed the boy's cheek
and let sleep overtake him.

Tylor woke up lying on his back, with Kirabo stradding him and
tickling his hairy chest. The boy wore Tylor's boxershort on his
head like a hat. Tylor grimaced and shook the sleep out of his
face, making Kirabo giggle. He heard that giggle, looked up at
naked Kirabo towering over him, grinning down, and he could not
help but smile wide. "Hey little firecracker, what's up?"

"You were snoring sir!  Good morning to you! When are we gonna
shower?"

"Good morning sweetie.. You can shower now if you like, the
bathroom is.."

"No, no, you are gonna shower with me sir, together!"

Tylor tickled his belly, liking that idea on second thought.
Kirabo giggled and made bellydancerlike moves, making a game of
evading the tickling fingers. "You got me, I do like the sound of
that."

"Come come!" Kirabo urged energetically.

"How late is it?"

"Almost eight sir, you're lazy!" Tylor looked. It was 7:34 AM.

"I'm just old." Tylor chuckled and pulled his boxers off the
boy's head. "How did that..?"

"You sleep really deep sir, really deep!" Kirabo giggled and let
his eyes flash mischievously.

Tylor playfully flicked the little bump of the boy's bellybutton.
"What have you been up to?"

"Huh me? Nothin' sir!"

"You'd better not or I'm going to invent the breakfast spanking!"

"Wooooooh!" Kirabo hooted softly in joy, then pulled Tylor's
wrists. "Come, shower!"

"Allright allright.." Tylor smilingly protested, grabbed Kirabo,
hugged him close and held him, got out of bed and put the boy on
his feet.

Kirabo took hold of Tylor's cock and started walking, Tylor
chuckled as he let himself be led. "You're really going for that
breakfast spanking aren't you Kir?" Kirabo giggled and led him
down the hall. "In here sweetie."

They went into the bathroom and Kiravo smiled as he looked
around. "Beautiful sir!" he said looking at the bright white
tiles and the chrome. Tylor reached in the shower cabin and
opened the tap wide, the thermostat kicked in and soon the
showerhead gushed with warm water.

Kirabo slipped past him into the shower cabin, took his wrist and
pulled. "It's small." Tylor said.

"We'll fit sir, nice and close!" Kirabo said and pulled his arm,
Tylor followed him in the shower cabin and closed it. Nice and
close indeed, the man and the boy were almost body to body in the
small glass cabin.

"I can't wash myself!" Tylor complained amused.

"We'll wash each other!" Kirabo said and  without hesitation
began rubbing and washing Tylor's large white body.

"Ah well!" Tylor smiled and started rubbing the boy's smooth
slick body under the warm stream. Kirabo giggled as they clumsily
moved and contorted to best wash each other in the small cabin.
Tylor smiled at the boy's shameless enthusiasm and the pleasant
rubbing, what a great way to start a day. He watched the young
boy manoeuvre the small space, his round brown butt flattening
against the glass to better reach. "You are lucky that you're
such a good boy Kirabo, that I only had to spank you once."

The boy giggled and halted his rubbing. "Oooh what if I'm bad sir
what then?"

"Then you'd be.."

Kirabo interrupted him by tapping him on his chest and pointing
down. Tylor looked down and his eyes grew wide seeing the boy was
peeing freely in the stream, a yellow puddle washing around their
feet, the smell of fresh pee wafting up at his nose.  "You dirty
boy!" Tylor laughed and firmly grabbed Kirabo by the shoulders,
pinning him against the glass wall The young African teen
squealed in joy and a bit of freight. "Now you're gonna get it!"
he vowed, butted the shower cabin open and dragged Kirabo, still
peeing, out of the shower cabin.

"Sir! Sir! I'm still going! Sir! Please!" Kiravo protested
frantically giggling and struggled, but Tylor dragged the
glistening wet brown boy, leaving a trail of yellow pee behind
him, to the toilet.

At the toilet Tylor got seated and dragged the young African boy
over his lap, collecting his thin arms and pinning his wrists
under his left hand on the boy's back. "You are SO gonna get it
now little worm!" and Kirabo struggled, flapping his feet and
twisting side to side like a fish trying to escape, squealing
with laughter.

Tylor held the struggling boy down and tilted him a bit, so his
jigggling, bulging brown buttocks were pushed a bit upwards. He
gave a probing slap which made Kirabo yelp in fear and gave the
glistening wet brown butt a good firm rub to prepare him. This
was going to be something they both enjoyed!

Tylor raised his hand high, Kirabo, straining to look back went
"woooooh sir!" in fearful, excited anticipation and then he
started smacking the boy's buttocks firmly, alternating between
left and right, cupping each buttock with every slap, letting his
big white hand lay on the shiny brown butt with every slap to let
the smack sinbk in. The loud wet slaps bounced off the tiled
walls, and so did Kirabo's hooting and giggling, Tylor firmed up
the slaps more making the African boy yelp with each wet smack,
making sure to hit hard enough that the boy would buck on his
lap, but soft enough that the boy kept giggling like a maniac,
the droplets of water splattering off his buttocks against
Tylor's body and face.

"There, there little fiend! Peeing in MY shower! Baaad boy!
Baaad, baaad dirtty boy!" Tylor laughed and tilted Kirabo even
more so that his head was a bit down and his brown butt was way
up in the air, making Kirabo hoot 'wooooh!' that his brown
boybutt was now even better presented to the big white hand.

"Oooooh sir, sir, please! Oww!  Please!  Oww sir oww oww oww!"
Kirabo yelled but the fact that he did so while laughing wildly
did nothing to appeal to Tylor's mercy.

Tylor slapped and smacked the perky brown butt for minutes on end
and poor Kirabo howled and hooted with laughter, until finally
Tylor decided enough was enough, stopped spanking, levelled
Kirabo over his lap and started rubbing his brown buttocks
slowly, the butt glowed fiery hot.  Kirabo's chuckling calmed and
he started softly moaning, a bit in pain and a bit in pleasure.
Tylor gently rubbed and asked kindly. "Hey lil buddy, are you
okay?"

Kirabo nodded briskly and softly murred: "Mrrrrr mmmm yeeah yeeah
sir I'm great sir... Mmmmm.."

"You sure little hero?"

"Muhuh sir!"

Tylor drew closer and whispered tenderly in the boy's little ear:
"Was that the spanking you hoped to get sweetie?"

"The best sir, that was great...  Mmm lemme clean up the mess
sir." Tylor let go of  the boy's wrists and Kirabo got up and
stood in front of Tylor, legs in a spread stance, hands to his
sides, pelvis thrust out a bit, showing off his boyhood that was
hard and throbbing. "Got something to clean up with sir?"

Tylor got up and pulled a towel off the rack and tossed it in
Kirabo's face, who took it and got on his knees and started to
follow the trail and splatters of pee on the white tiles. Tylor
walked up close with him and teased: "Now look at that, such a
naughty boy just moments ago, a little spanking and voila,
there's this perfectly mannered helpful little boy offering to
clean up the mess!"

"That was NOT a little spanking sir, that was the jackpot!"
Kirabo chuckled and crawled around on all fours cleaning the
trail of pee.

"I will do it all over again if you miss just one little spot,
lil guy!"

"Woooooh!" Kirabo hooted in joy at that promise, but saw to it
that not a drop was missed, his thirst for a spanking was fully
quenched and the buy seemed on a cloud of bliss because of it.
"Done sir." He said finally, Tylor took the dirty towel from him
and threw it in the hamper, then held out his hands and helped
the black boy get back on his feet. Tylor said nothing but herded
the boy back under the running shower, joined him and closed the
cabin. He took a shampoo bottle, put a squirt of white gel on the
boy's nappy hair and started massaging it into his scalp, giving
the boy a good head of lather as he washed his hair with loving
care.

Kirabo scooped lather from his head and used it to wash Tylor's
chest hair and his pubes.  Tylor washed the lather out of the
boy's hair, his tight nappy curls shone shiny black. "So
beautiful, your hair.." Tylor mused, "I like it when Africans
make braids and all but natural African hair like this, it's very
beautiful."

"I wish you could wash it every day sir, I love showering with
you." Kirabo said and hugged the man, who hugged him back.

"Yeah I'll miss you too Kirabo.." Tylor said tenderly, then
turned off the tap. "Come, I'll dry you, you dry me, then we see
about breakfast." They got out of the shower, Tylor gave Kirabo a
towel, took one himself and they started drying each other. "I
promised a freshly washed boy in freshly washed clothes and I
keep my promises." After they dried each other Kirabo crouched
down and started drying the bathroom floor with his towel, moving
all around Tylor. "Such a good little kid now you've got your
spanking!" Tylor teased and Kirabo chuckled a bit embarrassed..

The towels went in the hamper and Kirabo followed Tylor to the
bedroom, where he got fully dressed in a fresh set of clothes.
The naked brown boy watched closely how Tylor dressed up and
finally buttoned his shirt, then the boy gathered Tylor's old
clothes. "I'll carry those sir." He cheerfully volunteered, and
they walked to the washroom.

Tylor opened the washer and produced Kirabo's freshly washed
clothes, he took the boy's now sparkling white undies and dangled
them in front of the dark boy. "Is that white or what? You're
going to look so good eating your breakfast in these!"

Kirabo chuckled. "Wut I'm not getting my shirt and pants back?"

"After breakfast!" Tylor winked and Kirabo grinned wide.

"You really like me huh sir?" Kirabo said as he put on his
undies, Taylor faced him, put his palm to his cheek, gently
rubbed his thumb over the boy's full brown-and-pink lips and very
gently said:

"Yeah, don't you?"

"You're awesome sir." Kirabo whispered sweetly, giving the thumb
a little kiss of big lips. Tylor gave Kirabo his other clothes,
which the boy bundled under his arm and followed the man to the
kitchen.

"I'm thinking fried eggs on toasted bread with milk and a banana,
is that good?"

"Yeah!  Bananas are always good!" Kirabo smiled and followed
Tylor around as he made the table and cooked them breakfast.
Tylor made a big plate with eggs on bread and cut it up, placing
it on the table with the milk and fruit. He got seated and Kirabo
grinned:
"Move over!", and went to sit snugly against the man despite
having been given plenty of room. Tylor smiled to him, enjoying
the boy's intimacy.

They ate and shared some smalltalk between them, afterwards
Kirabo insisted on feeding the dishes to the dishwasher and
followed him into the livingroom, Tylor with the boy's clothes
under his arm.

Tylor got seated and Kirabo stood in front of him. Tylor tossed
him his pants, and Kirabo put them on under Tylor's watchful eye.
He checked his pockets. "Oh sir, my things."

"Run boy!" Tylor said, and swatted the boy on his backside as he
turned and dashed upstairs to get his belongings. When he
returned he again went to stand before Tylor, smiling. Tylor
threw him his shirt and the boy put it on, gazing at him all the
while. Tylor held out his arms.  Kirabo got in his lap, they
hugged and Tylor lay him on the couch on his side, taking the
boy's feet in his lap and rubbing them again as he had done the
night before. Kirabo cast him a curious glance and let him,
enjoying the feeling. "These were so cold and so smelly last
night.." Tylor smiled, "Now look how beautiful they are.
Perfect."

"Beautiful sir? How?"

"Well.." said Tylor, "The size of them, the shape of them and the
fact that they are so beautifully dark on top and yet so light
underneath. Very beautiful."

Kirabo smiled and held out his small brown foot in front of
Tylor's face. "Are you in love with my feet sir?" He giggled
teasingly.

Tylor gently took the boy by the heel and gave the foot two
kisses, one on top and one under the sole.  Kirabo giggled, very
shy now. Tylor looked him kindly in the eyes. Kirabo tryingly
presented him with his other foot and it too got a kiss on top
and a kiss underneath which got Kirabo joyful but very shy and
embarrassed again.  "Why sir? Its only just my feet.."

"There is no 'only just' about any part of you Kirabo.." Tylor
said lovingly, "Every part of you is beautiful and special and
deserves love."

"You gave my buttocks a whole lot of love in the bathroom!"
Kirabo chuckled.

"Yes I did Kirabo, and I'd kiss em too if you don't believe me."
Kiravo fell silent, then smiled very wide and peacefully.

"I told you you were awesome." He said, and Tylor picked up one
of the boy's dirty white sports sneakers. Tylor smelled it.

"It's almost a crime to put such a dirty shoe on such a pretty
clean foot." he said and slipped the shoe on the boy's foot, then
carefully tied the red shoe lace. He took the other shoe, put it
on and it too got laced with care.  He saw a little hole in the
side of the shoe and tickled the boy's little toe through it.

All the while Kirabo watched him closely. "You are like my dad."
he said, "You really care about me sir."

"Yeah I do Kirabo.." Tylor said, "and I wish the whole world
did." Kirabo smiled.

"You can either have my feet in your lap or hold all of me sir."
Kirabo teased and Tylor helped the boy in his lap and held him.

There they sat, the man and the boy, holding each other close,
gently chatting  between them while the hands of the clock all
too swiftly went around, until they silently passed ten o clock.

"Kirabo, chances are that we won't see each other again. I
really, really enjoyed your company this night and morning."

Kirabo closed his eyes and nodded. "I'll think of you a lot sir,
you are very kind and gave me a spanking I won't ever forget!"

"You really love that don't you?"

Kirabo got a sparkle in his eyes and slid off of Tylor's lap, who
looked on. Kirabo reached and pulled down Tylor's zipper.

"Kirabo! Your dad can be here any moment now!"

"I'm gonna give you something for goodbyes sir!" the boy said,
pulled the front of the man's boxers down through his zipper and
pulled out the man's white meat that twitched a bit by being
handled.

"Kirabo, no!"

Kirabo pressed his fingertips on Tylor's mouth. "Sir you spanked
my butt up there and I had no say in that, now you will have no
say in this. Sit back sir and let me give you my present. We do
it quick!"

Tylor gasped, the boy's playing with his member and fortitude had
made his member fully hard and eager now. "Okay, quick.." Tylor
consented and Kirabo  got on his knees on the ground before him,
he flung the man's leg over him so he knelt inbetween, then bowed
down, peeled down the white foreskin over the thick purplish
glans and popped the manhood in his mouth, eagerly sucking and
licking it fast and furious inside his mouth. Tylor moaned and
shivered, he put his hands on Kirabo's small shoulders, the boy
bobbed his head furiously and Tylor moaned deeply in the great
pleasure the boy evoked.

Tylor looked at the clock. The boy's father was well underway, he
possibly was right now walking on foot through the snow to the
house where his young teenage son now sat on his knees sucking
the meat of the grown man who had taken him in. It was wrong, so
very very wrong, and at the same time, which was even more wrong,
that excited Tylor even more, and he saw the young boy had great
joy in his task too.

"Ohhhh my little firecracker, give it to me good!" Tylor moaned
and the young boy picked up the pace. Tylor breathed deeper,
faster, his fingers trembled as they held onto Kirabo's
shoulders.

Tylor groaned and cringed and squirted thick hard squirts of seed
deep in the black boy's mouth, who eagerly gulped it down , two
gulps for every squirt, Tylor hissed, puffed.. Then his squirts
became a trickle which the boy sucked up, and the proud lance
became soft in the boy's mouth. Kirabo looked up to Tylor, the
white man's soft meat still in his mouth, a trickle of thick
white seed running over his chin. Tylor panted and rubbed the
boy's nappy curls that sprang right back up, he gently rubbed the
young black teen's chocolate brown cheek, how the boy's full
African lips wrapped around his soft meat and at the trickle of
his white seed on the young teen's ebony cheek...

At that very moment the doorbell rang.

Kirabo's mouth made a sucking wet pop as he drew back and the
soft white cock popped out of his mouth, his eyes flashed white
fire! Tylor quickly tucked his manhood back in and zipped up,
Kirabo got up and Tylor quickly followed suit.

The doorbell rang again, now twice.

Tylor bowed down and kissed Kirabo's lips, who kissed back, and
then he quickly brushed the trickle of his white seed off the
black boy's chin and walked to the front door. "Stay here, catch
your breath!"

Tylor gathered his courage, eased his breath, checked his zipper
and then opened the door for the dark silhouette in the matte
glass of his front door.

Before him stood an African man of about 35, half a head shorter
than he, already a bit bald in the middle, wearing a khaki
wintercoat, jeans and black trainers. The African man looked a
bit shyly down and said, softly spoken:  "Good day to you sir. I
am Asuman. I have come for my son Kirabo, he called to say that
he was here."

Tylor felt relief. "Pleased to meet you Asuman, my name is Tylor.
Indeed he is here sir, your son, he is safe and well."

Asuman's face lit up in joy, the timidness gave way and he
stepped up close and hugged Tylor warmly. "Thank you sir, thank
you so much for taking care of my boy."

"He took care of himself really." Tylor said a bit taken aback,
"He's a great kid." He stepped aside and gestured welcomingly.
"Please come in, he expects you."

Kirabo's father went inside and stomped the snow off his trainers
on the mat, then followed him to the livingroom.

Seeing his son Asuman bent his knees a bit and spead his arms
wide. "Aaaaa Kiraboooo!" he exclaimed, Kirabo stormed at him,
hugged him tight and kissed him passionately. Tylor gulped,
knowing full well where the young black teen's lips had been
barely a minute ago. The boy and his father started talking
enthusiastically back and forth in Lugandan and the boy pointed a
lot to Tylor, enthusiastically relating things to his father.

"Can I make you an espresso coffee Asuman?"  Tylor offered not
without a wee sense of guilt.

"Please good man, I would love that!  Thank you so much taking
good care of my son!" He kissed Kirabo's hair "Having him wash in
your house!" he rubbed his son's shirt and smelled it, "Washing
his clothes even! He was a bit dirty." Kirabo grinned sheepishly.

"My pleasure Asuman, I mean the boy needed it so it was the least
I could do. He was cold to the bone. His coat is too thin for
winters like we have them here, it's more for autumn, really."

"Second hand, It was all there was." Kirabo's father said almost
apologetically and hugged his son again, Tylor went in the
kitchen and started making some espresso, grinding some fine Blue
Mountain beans and doing his barista routine from then on while
the boy and his father chatted lively in Lugandan in his living
room.

Tylor returned with a plate bearing two cups of expertly made
espresso, a glass of milk, a bowl with some cookies, some sugar
and a disposable tin of coffee creamer, he himself considered
using sugar or creamer in good coffee nothing short of sacrilege,
but he kept it on hand for guests unacquanted with the fine
pleasures of good espresso.

"Ahh my boy likes milk!" Asuman cheerfully said, "Come, sit
between me and the good man!" Kirabo eagerly got seated between
them and looked backl and forth between the two adults as they
spoke, laying a hand on the thigh of each of them which Tylor did
his best to try to ignore as the feel of the small warm hand
tickled him a bit.

Kirabo subtly drew attention to his finger, and then discreetly
pointed towards between his legs. Tylor looked and saw that the
boy had a bulge and it throbbed a bit, he was still hard and
eager from what had happened just moments ago. "Sir I need to go
to the bathroom sir!" he said and fortified his words by grabbing
his bulge and giving it a squeeze.

Aruman swatted his arm and spat out a quick correction in
Lugandan.

"Didnt mean to be rude sir, grabbin' like that." Kirabo humbly
apologized.

"You're never rude Kirabo, you know where to find it. Kirabo.."
He gave a little wink that only the boy could see, "Take your
time up there, your father and I have grownup things to discuss."

"Sure thing I'll take my time sir!" Kirabo grinned and ran off to
the upstairs bathroom. The adults watched him run off.

Aruman turned to Tylor. "Has he been good? I mean really well
behaved? He is in the age where boys get a bit wild."

"Aruman, if I had a son I wish he was so well behaved as he is.
It was such a joy to have your boy about the house, I regret he
has to go."

Aruman smiled. "He spoke very fondly of you Tylor, it seems you
impressed him."

"And he me. Aruman, say, umm, I don't know Ugandan customs and
I.."

"He said we're Ugandan?" Aruman moaned.

"You aren't?"

"Well yes we are Tylor but I made him promise never to tell
anyone."

"I understand your situation fully and I am on your side."

"Thank you, good man."

"But, I don't know Ugandan customs and I don't want to insult
you, but I want to give you something. Please accept it." Tylor
said and with a highly inappropriate deja vu he pulled his
wallet, took out the big bills, folded them and gave them to
Aruman, who coughed and hesitantly took it.

"That is a lot of money, good man."

Tylor felt a bit guilty at that 'good man'. "It's my gift to you.
Please buy the boy a good heavy winter coat and some new shoes,
he needs them. The rest, spend it wisely as I trust you will."

"I will turn every penny good man, this will go a long way with
me and my son." Aruman hugged him close and said from the heart:
"Thank you so very much, Tylor. I will never forget this."

"That's another thing." Tylor said. "Yesterday Kirabo gave you my
address and phone number. Keep that. If you ever need help, or a
place to stay for a while, or maybe to drop your boy off to stay
with me for some days, you and your son are welcome here, this is
a safe house for you."

"Thank you, you are indeed a good man like my son insisted you
were."

"I may not be as good as I could be but I want to help, so if you
need help, I will."

"People from a Christian church are taking us in. They have a
network. I can't tell you where Tylor, but I can give you my
number."

Tylor scratched his chin. "It's still in my phone, but now that
you give me your permission I can file it for safe keeping. You
might also want to give your boy a cell phone, in case things go
hairy he can call either you, your people, or me. I'd drive over
and pick him up in the wilderness if I had to. The same for you
too of course."

Aruman took his espresso in his hand and invited Tylor to do the
same. Aruman clanged his cup against Tylor's, spilling a drop,
and said: "To our families.", then slammed down the gourmet
espresso in one gulp and slapped it back on its saucer. "Ish,
that's good coffee!" he added. Tylor almost groaned at such abuse
of fine espresso but raised his cup to the same toast and matched
the gesture.

"Sir! Sir! Could you come for a moment please?" Kirabo shouted
from upstairs, Tylor smiled, parted with his guest and went to
the upstairs bathroom.

There, on the bowl, sat Kirabo. His pants were down, he was
panting as he was firmly masturbating, looking eagerly at Tylor
as he got up. "Sir.." he whispered, "I been tugging it good, I'm
about to pop sir, will you do the last tugs to make me go?" He
gazed at Tylor in lustful expectation.

Tylor blinked three times, then smiled. Somehow.. Somehow this
had to happen, he knew it and the boy knew it.

"I'll make you go allright.. Step up on the seat."

"Huh sir?"

"Get on, I'll show you making you go!" Tylor vowed whispering and
helped the boy step on top of the wooden seat of the bowl.

Tylor hugged the boy's narrow loins, one hand kneading the boys
buttocks that were still glowing a bit, the other slipped under
his shirt, stroking his back. Then he came closer still and
slipped Kirabo's dark brown boyhood into his mouth and started
sucking and licking it firmly, tasting the boy and having the
boy's musks tickle his nose while he stirred that delightful
throbbing dark meat in his mouth with his tongue.

"Oh God sir! Mmmmmmmmmhh!" the African boy moaned softly and
grabbed onto his shoulders. Tylor sucked him good, flickig and
coiling his tongue, and within half a minute the boy burst,
squirting a few drops of salty, fragrant cum in his mouth while
he shook all over.

Tylor didn't say anything but pulled the boy's pure white undies
up, fitting them snugly, gently adjusting the boy's bulge, then
pulled up the boy's pants, sipped and buttonned them, carefully
avoiding nicking the boy's receding bulge. He lifted the black
boy off the oak toilet seat and put his feet back on the ground,
then he spat the boy's seed in the bowl and flushed.

The boy blinked, panting, still excited.

"This is it, Kirabo, our special goodbye." They hugged each other
tighter than ever.

"I'll always remember you, awesome sir.." Kirabo moaned.

"I'll never forget you, Kirabo." Kirabo got on his toes, Tylor
bent a bit and they kissed each other's lips for the last time,
Kirabo still panting with the pleasure that coursed through his
body. "Good to go?"

"Good to go." Kirabo panted, and Tylor took him by the wrist and
took him downstairs.

"Kid ran out of paper." Tylor smiled, unhanded the still lightly
panting black boy and Aruman laughed relieved.

"Tylor, I enjoy your hospitality greatly and it feels utterly
wrong to go so soon but, the train I need leaves forty-five
minutes after this one arrived."

"I understand.." Tylor said, Kirabo went to the table and drank
his glass of milk while his father got up. The kid gawked at the
cookies and Tylor smiled. "Put em all in your pocket Kirabo, have
them!" He encouraged and Kirabo eagerly filled his pockets.

They want to the hallway, Tylor took Kirabo's coat and helped the
boy get into it, then zipped him up securely and rubbed his hair.
"Maybe till we meet again Kirabo."

"Yeah sir, I'll keep hoping."

Aruman practically pinned Tylor to the wall with a strong hug. "A
thousand apologies to leave so soon, and I can not make promises,
but thank you forever for what you did, for my boy and me.
Farewell."

"Farewell, and please take good good care of Kirabo." Kirabo
snorted back an emotion, and they left.

Tylor watched them go, two Africans in the snow, Kirabo waved at
the bend in the road and Tylor waved back with enthusiasm till he
was gone.  Tylor closed the door and walked to his living room,
and into his comfy chair.

Before him he saw the cold, untoucherd cup of espresso that Tylor
was interrupted from last night when the African boy had rang his
doorbell. Lost in thoughts, Tylor picked up the small cup. Stale.
Cold. Undrinkable.

He though of all that had happenened between him and that
wonderful, wonderful little refugee from Uganda. He looked at the
little cup of pitch black in his hand. Stale, undrinkable. But
fully against his gourmet coffee ways, he knew he had to do this,
he knew it would be right.

He raised the small cup and said: "To Kirabo from Uganda!" then
slammed down the unpalatable black liquid and slapped the cup on
its saucer.




THE END


  
The Little Fugitive