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CHAPTER 16
(1)
Adam moved on the bed, sitting up. He looked at the clock to see that it was 3:15 in the morning. He blinked his eyes several times to clear the hazy look of sleep from them. He had heard a noise. He looked on the bed beside him where Jesse slept soundly. As he started to lay back he heard the noise again. Something hit the window. He got out of bed and pulled a pair of boxers on to cover himself. He and Jesse had taken to sleeping nude, something they really enjoyed.
The knocking came again and Adam moved to the bedroom door. He opened the door and looked out at Tommy. The boy was still dressed in the clothes he had arrived in earlier. He looked as though he hadn't even tried to sleep.
"Hey, you okay?" Adam asked. He looked over his shoulder to be sure that Jesse was still sleeping.
"I need to talk to someone. You or Jesse or both of you." Tommy paused, searching for the words he needed. "Please, Adam."
"Okay, let's go down to the back porch." Adam said. He moved into the hallway and pulled the bedroom door softly closed.
"Thanks, man." Tommy said as they made their way down the stairs.
"It's okay. What's on your mind?" Adam was shocked at the look of his friend. He wasn't as close to Tommy as Jesse was but he still considered the other boy a friend.
"Everything, I guess." Tommy said. He moved around, nervously. He had been sitting up in the extra bedroom amongst the boxes and stuff that would be moved so the room could be turned into a bedroom. Jesse had found him a sleeping bag and an extra pillow to use.
"Let's sit out there. I don't want to wake up mom or Jesse. Unless you would rather talk to him?" Adam said.
"No, I think I'd like to talk to you. I think you would understand, better than Jesse, anyway."
The boys walked out the sliding door and sat on the swing.
"You cold?" Tommy asked.
"A little." Adam replied. He was actually becoming more than sorry that he didn't take the time to grab jeans from the closet.
"Here." Tommy said. He pulled off his thin jacket and wrapped it around Adam's shoulders. "Better?"
"Yeah, thanks." Adam said. He moved one leg up under him to get comfortable.
"I'm confused about everything. Jesse doesn't really know how I feel about stuff. He's always been like, okay, so Tommy likes to get fucked, big deal. I want more than that, dude. I want what you have." Tommy said. His voice shaking with emotion.
"You want to be with Jesse?" Adam said. This was one of his worst fears coming true. If Tommy wanted Jesse then maybe Jesse wanted Tommy too. They were both more experienced and had been together a lot of times.
"No, no, dude, chill." Tommy said. He gave a small laugh. "I wanted Phillip. Hell, I guess I still do. Now though... after what happened at the store, I guess I'll never be able to be with him."
"Phillip?" Adam asked. Now he was getting lost.
"Yeah, man. I've been in love with Phillip for months now." Tommy stared out into the dark night, pushing with his feet to give the swing a chance to do it's job.
"Okay. I see the problem. Why did he shoot Clay though? I thought they were pretty tight together." Adam said.
"He's in love with Clay, obsessed, really." Tommy looked at Adam to find his younger friend to be slightly aroused. He knew well from experience that a hard on can come on you at the strangest times. "What's got you turned on?" Tommy said. He could make out a small portion of Adam's cock head through the opening in the boxers.
"Sorry." Adam said. He couldn't believe he got a boner at a time like this.
"Not a problem. I get them at weird ass times too. Hell, I'm getting one now." Tommy laughed. He wanted to put his hand under the jacket and jack the other boy's dick. No matter what happened between any of them, he had to admit that Adam was absolutely fucking beautiful.
"I love Jesse, you know." Adam said.
"Smart boy, you have a great lover." Tommy thought about the way that sounded. "I mean he..."
"Yeah, he is." Adam said. He had never spoken so openly with anyone but Jesse about their love making.
"If you two weren't a couple..."
"What?" Adam asked. He smiled.
"I'd seriously have to rethink the Phillip thing because I'd want you. You or Jesse anyway." He looked away.
"Tommy, do you want to fuck me?" Adam asked. His voice was normal and he felt energized as he waited for the answer.
"Well, shit. Of course I want to, dude. You have, like, the most perfect ass I have ever seen." Tommy said. He wondered why Adam had started thinking about getting with him.
"Cool." Adam said. "I think I would really enjoy it."
"Getting kind of bold there, ain't ya?" Tommy Said. The prospect of sex with Adam was almost enough to take his mind off of what to do about Phillip.
"I guess today made me really think about a lot of things that I want to do. To try." Adam said.
"So, what do you think I should do about Phillip? I was hoping that once Clay got busted and was out of the picture, I would have a better chance. Hell, we were boyfriends for a little while before we even met Clay."
"What happened?"
"Oh, you know. Phillip wanted to be with other guys all along and the movies and stuff gave him a reason. He got deeper into the whole thing than I did. For me it was about the action and the money. For Phillip, I think it was more about Clay. He's always had a thing for older guys. Hell, I thought him and Greg, my brother, would get together. You know Greg was the first guy I was with."
"Tell me about it. I've always wondered about how guys got into sex and figured out that they were gay. The idea of getting it with your own brother though...wow!"
"Okay. I haven't really thought about it much lately. I was twelve the first time. Greg was about nineteen or so." Tommy took a deep breath, let it out and began.
Adam scooted around on the swing to get comfortable. His cock was still semi-hard and wanting attention and he was pretty sure this tale would get him back up again.
Tommy began his story and it took him nearly an hour to tell the whole thing. He knew Adam was paying close attention because he noticed when the other boy's cock popped out of his boxers again. "It hurt like a mother, dude, but it was nice too. Me and Greg kept at it until he went off to the Army and I got with Phillip that first time."
"Damn, I can't even imagine what it would have been like to have a brother." Adam said. He knew he was hard again but didn't bother to hide it. It's not like he hadn't had his dick up his friend's ass before, of course that was with Jesse there too. He still wanted to feel what Tommy's dick would be like in his ass though. God, he so loved Jesse, but dang, he couldn't make the curiosity go away either.
"Man, I know what you're thinkin'. Why don't you just ask Jesse if it would be okay? Hell, I want to as bad as you want it." Tommy said.
"How did you know what I was thinking?" Adam asked, surprised.
"Because you've been looking at my crotch for the last ten minutes, dude." Tommy said. He let out a laugh. "Hell, I've ben looking at yours too."
"This is so weird. You come looking for someone to talk to and this comes up. Fuck, that didn't sound right." Adam said.
Tommy let his laughter go again. That last comment was too much.
"Very funny, ha-ha, it is to laugh." Adam said. He knew it was funny, he just didn't have to admit he goofed.
The boys sat quietly looking at each other.
"What's up?" Jesse said from the sliding doors.
Adam and Tommy looked around feeling guilty.
"Tommy wanted to talk." Adam said. He tried to make his decreasing erection less visible.
"Really, that why you're sitting there trying to hide a hard on?" Jesse asked. Whatever it was between his lover and his friend needed to be settled. If they wanted to fuck each other he wished they'd just do it and stop goofing around. Yeah, he didn't like the idea of Adam with someone else, but at least it was Tommy. He could trust Tommy not to make something out of it.
"Jesse, I am so sorry! We didn't do anything, I swear!" Adam said. His fear hit the boiling point in an instant.
"Really, dude. We just talked." Tommy said.
Adam bit his lip, hard, to keep back the tears.
"Babe, come here." Jesse said. He stood there in the doorway in nothing but a towel.
Adam stood and walked over to his lover. He was managing the tears but it was not easy. The thought of Jesse dumping him scared him to death.
Jesse wrapped his arms around Adam and kissed his lips. "I know you didn't babe. I trust you, and I trust Tommy, but I know you two have this thing for each other."
"Man, I won't do nothing about it! You know that, right?" Tommy said. Fuck, he thought to himself, look what a mess I made this time. All I wanted to do was talk and now I've fucked with Adam and Jesse.
"Dude, chill." Jesse said. He had his hand on Adam's head which rested on his left shoulder. "Come here."
Tommy moved over to the other two boys. He had no clue what to expect next; what happened was definitely not on the list though.
Jesse kissed Tommy on the mouth, pushing his tongue into the other boy's mouth. His free hand went to Tommy's head and after they parted he led Tommy to Adam. "Okay, guys. Kiss each other."
"What?" Tommy said. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"Jesse..." Adam began.
"Hush, both of you. Just do what I said." Jesse said. He turned Adam to face Tommy.
The boys looked at Jesse, then at each other.
"You ready?" Tommy asked. He had to admit this was kind of cool.
Adam nodded.
They moved forward, touching each other with lips only, then moved apart.
"Shit, that wasn't a kiss." Jesse said. He took Tommy's left hand and placed it around Adam's waist, then put Adam's right hand on Tommy's shoulder. "Now, really. Kiss."
The boys silently touched lips again. Each one opening his mouth so that the other could get his tongue in.
Adam's cock came back to life in an instant. He didn't know what Jesse was up to with all of this but he sure was liking it. Tommy kissed nothing like Jesse did. Jesse's kisses were filled with passion and love where Tommy's radiated pure lust.
"Now. Let's go upstairs because it's fuckin' freezing out here." Jesse said. He led the way back into the house and closed the door, locking it after the other boys entered.
"Jesse, dude, you don't have to do this." Tommy said. "Adam is yours, I respect that."
"I know you do. If it were anybody else, I'd kick his fucking ass." Jesse said. He meant it too. Any other guy besides Tommy and he would go postal on their asses.
"Jesse, I don't know. I don't want you to be mad. I really tried to not think about it." Adam said.
"I know, babe. It's cool. Hell, I'd kind of like to watch you two together anyway. Of course when Tommy's done fucking you, he has to fuck me. It's only fair, right?" Jesse said. He smiled. There was always an upside, he thought to himself.
"Let's go!" Tommy said. His voice and body movement relayed exactly how into this he was.
Jesse took Adam's hand and led the way to the stairs.
(2)
Once the boys were in the bedroom with the door locked, they began to relax. Adam, though still very nervous, was beginning to adjust to the idea that his lover, his soul mate, was not only going to allow him to have his fantasy, but was going to watch. He couldn't be any happier.
Tommy stripped quickly and moved his smooth, tan body onto the bed, settling in the middle. He watched as Jesse placed his hands on Adam's waist and began sliding the boxers down his smooth legs. When Tommy saw the shaved pubes above the kid's nice five or so inch cock, his own dick began to jump. He had a healthy six and a half inch cock and it was kind of fat, thanks to good genes on his father's side of the family.
Jesse took Adam's right hand and led him to the bed. He dropped his towel along the way, wanting to be comfortable for the show.
Adam got onto the bed and laid down beside Tommy. He was raging hard and horny. He had been wanting this so bad since the night they had been in the three way together.
Tommy moved his right hand over to Adam's cock and began jacking him off. He moved in close and took the boy's hard cock into his mouth. It tasted as sweet as he remembered. The feel of giving Adam a blow job and not having his nose in the pubes got him even harder. His own pubic hair was a memory; He liked it so much, he was thinking about keeping it smooth for a while, but not forever.
Adam relaxed completely, enjoying the warm, very experienced mouth that was working his cock. Tommy was an amazing cock sucker. He was fast and ready.
Jesse got on the bed beside Adam and began licking his lover's nipples. He finger pinched the left as he worked the right, then switched.
Adam moaned, throwing his head back as he enjoyed the two mouths that worked his flesh. "Oh, man, I'm going to cum!' He said.
Tommy took the hard, pulsating cock into his throat as the blasts of cum shot down into him. He sucked fast, not wanting to miss a single drop. After Adam had stopped spewing his load, Tommy cleaned his softening cock of any remaining cum. He let the cock slip from his lips and he smiled at the other boy.
Adam smiled back. He was as relaxed as he was ever going to be at that moment. "I'm ready."
Jesse moved to the side of the bed and opened the drawer of the small table, removed the K-Y and a condom, and closed the drawer. "You are going to wear this or it's a no go." He said to Tommy.
"No problem, man." Tommy said. He wouldn't mind protection, not for himself, but for Adam. He was sure he was clean but there was no way he was going to risk infecting his friend if he wasn't. Tommy looked at Adam. "How do you want it, dude?"
"I want to be on my back. I want to see your face while you fuck me." He used that word because what he and Tommy were going to do was not making love, it was plain old fucking. Making love was saved for Jesse, and only Jesse. He spread his legs and pulled his knees up to his chest.
Jesse opened the lube and got a glob in his hands, warming it before working the stuff into his lover's anus. He inserted first one finger, then another, stretching the opening. "Move closer, Tommy."
Tommy moved onto his knees, looking over Adam's body and into Jesse's eyes.
Jesse took Tommy's cock into his mouth and began to suck in slow motions, getting his friend good and wet so the condom would slide on easier.
Tommy moaned, hoping that Jesse didn't keep it up too long. He wanted to last as long as he could with Adam.
Jesse slid the cock from his mouth with his left hand. He had already opened the condom packet and moved the latex shield up to Tommy's throbbing cock with his other hand. He slid the thing onto the head of Tommy's dick and began rolling the latex down the length of the boy's penis. He held the tip with his thumb and finger of the other hand to help get the thing on right. After he finished, he moved away from the bed and rolled the desk chair over so that he could watch in comfort.
Tommy moved into position, slipping between Adam's smooth, pale thighs. He could see the pink bud of Adam's ass winking at him. He knew the kid was really wanting this one. He pushed the head of his cock against the tight ring, feeling it slip in slowly. He looked at Adam's face for any sign of pain. The boy was smiling at him, looking happy as ever. He pushed in a little more, getting his long, thick shaft into the tight hole.
Adam sighed as he felt the head of Tommy's cock slip past the ass ring and begin it's decent into his rectum. The thickness was something new as Jesse's dick was longer than Tommy's but not as thick. He smiled and closed his eyes.
Tommy began to push in deep and pull nearly out, working at a slow pace, feeling Adam's legs move along his shoulders as he pumped in and out of the boy. He had fucked a lot of guys, and been fucked by even more, but he had never felt anything this good. Hell, even Jesse wasn't this great a fuck and that guy was a master bottom as well as top. He grunted with pleasure as he continued to increase his pace. His cock throbbed as he slid in and out of the tight tunnel. He didn't know how many times Jesse had fucked Adam, but he sure had his partner well trained.
Jesse watched. At first he was full of anticipation but as the show went on he began to feel doubt. He could see the look of pure bliss on Adam's face and tried to remember if he had ever seen that look while they were making love. He knew that he was secure in his love for Adam and that his partner felt the same way, but he had to wonder if maybe, just maybe, he was enjoying being with Tommy a little too much.
Adam felt a sting. It wasn't physical, but more of a `what the hell?' kind of sting. He opened his eyes and turned his head enough to see Jesse sitting there, watching. He didn't like the look on his lover's face. Jesse looked pissed. He mouthed I love you.
Jesse smiled, easing up a little with his feelings. Adam made an effort to let him know that it was him he loved, not Tommy. He felt stupid for letting the jealousy bloom in the first place. There was still some odd stuff going on in his head about what he was watching but it wasn't making him angry anymore, at least not as much.
Adam felt Tommy tense up. He knew his ride was about to end.
Tommy jerked as his cock began to spit out load after load of cum, flooding the small tip of the condom and causing a back wash over his cock. He pulled out slowly to make sure the condom wouldn't break. He reached for a tissue and was handed one by Jesse. He nodded at his friend, took the tissue and wrapped it around his latex covered dick. Once out, he rolled the condom off, into the tissue and tossed both used items into the bed side trash can.
Adam opened his eyes and smiled at Tommy. It had been as amazing as he always thought it would be. Tommy was a great lover, not like Jesse, but great just the same. If he had to chose between Jesse's length and Tommy's thickness, he would have to go with Jesse. There was nothing like feeling that thing really go deep into him.
"That was fucking amazing, dude!" Tommy said. He had moved back to sit on his knees but Adam's legs were still on either side of his body, just stretched out now.
"It looked it." Jesse said. He moved onto the bed. "Now move. I want to make love to my boyfriend." Jesse said. He saw the look of pleasure sweep across Adam's face. That was all he needed. He knew Adam was really and truly his.
"You got it bro." Tommy said as he moved over to the desk chair to do the watching this time. He was about as spent as a guy could get. He didn't think he had ever cum that hard before.
"You ready, babe?" Jesse asked as he moved between Adam's legs.
"Better believe it, lover." Adam said. He was so happy that Jesse didn't look mad any more. Now, his night would be really special because he will have had two great lovers inside of him.
Jesse raised Adam's legs to his shoulders, moved in close, and slipped, latex free, into Adam's slightly used ass. He loved the feeling of Adam's muscles as they wrapped around his cock, forming a perfect pocket of warmth. He worked slow, moving in and out with leisure, letting Adam enjoy the feeling of having his rear end full again. His lover moaned with pleasure, looking even happier than he had while Tommy was inside of him.
Adam tightened his ass around Jesse. This was the way he liked it. No condom to get in the way of the feeling of flesh against flesh. They were both negative and comfortable in the knowledge that as long as they were careful, they would remain so forever.
Jesse built up a little speed in his thrusts. He knew that after watching Tommy, he wouldn't be able to last long. He could feel beads of sweat on his face and chest as he continued to pump into his partner's willing body. "Oh, man!" He grunted, spraying Adam's bowels with his load. He kept pumping in and out as his cream totally coated Adam's insides.
"Yes!" Adam nearly yelled. The feeling of Jesse shooting like that after the enjoyment of his and Tommy's cocks in him made the explosion he felt twice as nice. It was like a nice long build up to a special prize. He lowered his legs as Jesse moved down on top of him, not letting his cock slide free of it's resting place.
"God, I love you." Jesse said.
"I love you more." Adam replied.
Tommy smiled as he felt his cock return to life. "Okay, you ready for me, bro?" He asked Jesse. He stood up.
"Oh, fuck! I forgot!" He said. Jesse laughed into Adam's shoulder where his head now rested.
Adam laughed to, not wanting to have Jesse move away from him but knowing it would have to be.
"Just relax, guys. I can just climb on and you two won't even have to disconnect." He grabbed another condom from the table top, ripped it open and slid it down his cum slick cock.
"Oh, man!" Adam said. He laughed harder. Now it would be like having Tommy fuck him again but by his motions as he fucked Jesse.
Jesse closed his eyes, relaxing as he felt the lube being applied to his anus. It had been a while since Tommy had been up there. He wiggled his ass as he got use to Tommy's invading fingers.
Tommy worked the lube in really well before mounting his friend. He pushed the head of his cock in and was amazed when he met with slight resistance, then, a sudden acceptance as he slid right in, all the way to his smooth pubes.
Jesse sighed as Tommy came to rest inside of him. The thickness was nice and very much missed. If anything, Tommy was one of the best fucking tops he had ever been with. He kissed Adam on the mouth as he began to feel his own dick regain it's hardness.
Adam kissed back, hard. He felt Jesse grow inside him again. This had to rank as one of the best nights he had ever had since telling Jesse how he felt about him. That night would always be number one for him.
Time passed slowly as two boys worked two willing holes in complete passion. Having both shot a load already, this time was taking much longer to get out.
"Fuck!" Tommy said as he filled the condom. His nuts drew up so tight, it almost hurt to shoot.
Adam sighed as he felt Jesse's cock blast again. He was in heaven.
Jesse smiled and kissed his lover again, taking the boy's tongue in his mouth and working it like it were a cock.
The boys separated after several minutes of resting as they were.
Tommy looked at Adam's cock which had regained life again as well.
"Uh-uh" Jesse said to his friend when he noticed what Tommy had already seen. "It's my turn."
The boys laughed before Jesse went to work on Adam's pulsating dick.
(3)
The boys woke up at seven the next morning. The sun was coming through the open blinds, lighting up the small comfortable room.
Adam blinked and moved himself back on the bed so that his ass could be next to Jesse's cock. He loved when they fell asleep after having sex, spooning so that Jesse's soft cock was surrounded by his warm cheeks. He looked in front of him to see Tommy's face, eyes open and looking at him.
"Good morning." Tommy said. "Last night sure was something."
"Yeah, it was. I guess it was going to happen sooner or later, it's just good that Jesse was the one to start things off." Adam said. "I enjoyed it Tommy, really, but I'm going to be with Jesse my entire life."
"I know that, dude. I knew it before we even started talking about the possibility." Tommy replied.
"Hey, what are you two whispering about?" Jesse asked. He raised his upper body up on an elbow to look over Adam's body. He had been listening to the conversation and was pleased with what he had heard.
Adam rolled to his back and looked up into Jesse's eyes. "I love you so much." Adam said. He smiled at his perfect lover.
Jesse moved his head to Adam's and they kissed, tongues meeting and playing with each other. He loved kissing Adam. The boy was passionate about everything they did together but the passion was strongest when they kissed.
Tommy watched the two lovers. He really did love and care for them both. The purity of their love was something he felt he could never really have. Phillip would eventually be arrested and tried for shooting Clay, and if the man died, he would be going up for murder. There was the new kid, Ryan. He was certainly sexy and fun, as well as sweet and funny. He sure seemed to like older guys though, much older than his sixteen years. That man he lived with had to be thirty or older.
"What are you thinking about, man?" Jesse asked. He played Adam's left nipple between his fingers as he spoke to his friend.
"You guys, Phillip, Clay and even Ryan, everything I guess. I wanted to be with Phillip again." Tommy said. He could hear the sadness in his own voice.
"I'm sorry, Tommy. I'll never understand why Phillip loved Clay so much. Yeah, he was a nice guy at times, he was even pretty fantastic in bed, but why would he want to be with him? What would drive Phillip to shoot the guy he loved?" Jesse said.
"Obsession, I guess." Tommy replied. "I knew when we met Clay for the first time that there was a spark between the two of them."
"He always gave me the creeps." Adam said. "Both of them, actually."
"Phillip was okay when he was younger. We had fun growing up, messing around with each other and all. Did you know Phillip had been molested by his uncle when he was eleven?" Tommy said.
"No, I didn't. I couldn't connect with Phillip on any level but a sexual one. He was great sexually but I always felt like it was mechanical for him, like breathing." Jesse answered. "I knew Clay a lot better. I felt sorry for him. He was so much under his father's control. No matter how hard he tried to find ways to escape the man, he always got pulled back in. His dad got him into the movies when he was younger than any of us."
"Damn. I knew his dad had put him to work but I didn't know much other than that." Tommy said.
Adam laid there listening to his friend and his lover talk about people that he really didn't know that well, if at all. There was nothing he could contribute to the conversation. He felt left out, but it felt like it was better to be left out of the history the two boys he was in bed with had together.
"I saw his dad a few times." Tommy said. "He was a mean looking older guy. I never thought he had much resemblance to Clay in the first place. I guess he got more of his looks from his mother's side."
"I don't think that the guy who raised him was his real father. Me and Clay talked about it once. He always felt like an outsider or an employee or something." Jesse said.
"Damn." Tommy said.
The boys fell silent for several minutes, lost in their own thoughts. They all sat up quick when they heard a doorbell ring.
"Oh, shit." Tommy said.
"I guess I knew this was going to happen sooner or later. They must have gone through some of the tapes and stuff already." Jesse said.
Adam sat chewing his bottom lip nervously.
"Boys!" Francine yelled from downstairs.
"Time to deal with it." Jesse said. He climbed out of bed and pulled on the jeans he had worn the night before, then opened the closet for a clean shirt. He tossed fresh clothes to Adam who was getting out of bed as well. "You need some clean stuff?" He asked Tommy.
"Yeah, please." Tommy replied. He felt the weight of the world sitting in his stomach. His world could very well be ending within the next few hours. Would they let him stay here with Francine, Adam and Jesse or send him to a juvenile hall. His parents had made it clear he wasn't welcome at there house any longer.
The boys dressed, brushed their teeth and headed down the stairs to meet their futures.
(4)
Phillip slept in the cab of his truck. He had driven until he reached West Point. He always liked to sit and watch the activity on the lake when he was depressed or confused about anything.
The things he had done the night before ran through his mind like scenes from a horror movie. He still couldn't believe he had shot Clay. That he had tried to kill Tommy and the other kid just seemed like a side note to all the hell he felt.
He had lied to Clay about one thing though. He had brought Scott here, to the lake before they had fucked, then he had slit the boy's throat from behind as he came in Scott's ass.
He looked out at the morning sunlight. From where he was parked he could see the spot where he had buried Scott. That had been another nightmare. Now he had killed one person; shot, probably killed another, and was on the run. At seventeen years old his life felt like a really bad Stephen King novel, and he was the psycho killer.
What should I do about Tommy and the others? He thought to himself. He could kill them as well, not that it made much difference, they had told the police everything by now. He didn't feel any anger for the other boys. Sure, there was the jealousy over Jesse and Adam, but that wasn't their fault. He had never felt much for Tommy either way, even when they were boyfriends he had wanted more. Maybe it was his own need for more and more affection, for more abuse that had driven him into Clay's world.
He opened a bottle of water and drank half before replacing the lid. He would have to conserve the supplies he had picked up on the way here. There wasn't much as he hadn't had a lot of cash on him and didn't want to use the emergency Visa his mom had given him. This was sure an emergency, but he knew they would be able to trace his trail if he used credit.
Phillip picked the gun up from the seat beside him and stared at it. He wondered if he should just toss it in the lake and forget about it. He had found the remaining bullets he had taken with the gun once he had gotten on the road. The box had fallen off the seat, tossing the bullets across the floorboard. He shoved the gun and the gathered ammunition and shoved the lot of it into the brown bag from the convenience store and pushed the bag under the passenger's seat until he could decide what to do. For now though, he just wanted to sit and watch the lake.
(5)
Clay opened his eyes and looked around the small white room. He could see that there were bars on the window across from the foot of his bed. He tried to move but found that his left hand was cuffed to the bed rail. So, this was it then. He was under arrest, and in severe pain from the slugs Phillip had fired into him.
He took a deep breath and coughed. His chest exploded with paid. He was out of it all now though. His father wouldn't be able to erase this fuck up, no matter how many big shots he knew and how much money he threw around. He considered spilling all and letting his father take the fall with him. His father. He wondered if the man who had raised him, trained him to be the whore he became, really was his father. Then he knew that he could do it. He could lay the whole pile of shit on the old man's doorstep. Sure, he'd probably do a few years in prison, that is if one of his father's goons didn't kill him behind bars. There was always protection! He could turn over on the old man and ask for protection from the feds for the information.
Clay went into another coughing fit. Fuck, the little shit had really made a mess of him. He just couldn't imagine Phillip flipping out the way he had. Maybe if he had just shown the boy more affection, let him know he was cared for and wanted. Maybe if he had just dealt with his own insecurities and taken Phillip as his lover instead of his cash cow, things would have turned out different.
He took a breath and closed his eyes as the pain washed through him again. He blocked his thoughts as best he could and slowly slipped back into a deep, drug induced, sleep. CHAPTER 17
(1)
"Damned fool!" Rogers Ames said. His voice was very loud, and very angry. He slammed a fist down on his desk.
"Sir, did you call?" The voice of a young boy came from outside the office door.
"No, but come in here anyway." Ames said. He walked around his home office with a quick pace.
The boy, around fourteen, entered the room slowly. He wore only the accepted uniform, a pair of Speedos. He was allowed to use whatever color he liked each day though. One of the few choices his foster father had allowed him. He wasn't afraid of Mr. Ames most of the time. The man was actually very nice to him as well as to the other boys who lived in the large mansion. It was only when his son, Clay, did something to piss him off that the man became hard to be around.
"That damned fool has finally screwed up big. Not only did he get shot by some obsessed, love struck boy, his operation was discovered by the police who came to the scene. Plus, oh, I love this one, there was another boy there who the police questioned extensively. My friend, Officer Grant, called to tell me the boy had spilled a great deal of information, plus got another of my son's discoveries to spill his guts."
"Oh, man." The boy said.
"Yes, well, that is a bit of an understatement." Ames said. His voice laced with sarcasm. He looked at the boy across the room. Jerry was one of his favorites, the first he had taken in when his parents abandoned him because of his chosen or born to lifestyle. He didn't care which it was. Gay boys made him money. Gay boys were easier to be with than complaining pain in the ass women or girls. Boys, enjoyed the attention and affection he gave, and they did what he wanted of them, almost always without question.
Jerry looked at Roger Ames with fear. He hoped the man wouldn't going to get angry with him.
"Jerry, son, come here." Ames said. He sat back down at his desk and relaxed into the leather upholstery of the over priced chair. "I'm not mad at you. Come on, no need to be scared." He smiled at the boy to reassure him.
Jerry smiled back. He walked over to his guardian on bare feet and stood before him.
"You are such a good boy. So much better than Clay ever was." Ames patted his left knee. "Sit." He requested.
Jerry moved his five foot four inch body onto the man's knee. He liked when Ames held him, and touched him.
Roger Ames placed his right hand on the boy's Speedo covered crotch, feeling the growing cock beneath. He ran his fingers along it's shape. The boy was growing in so many ways. When the boy had been brought to him by one of his talent scouts he had been twelve, hungry and very needy, with a small, painfully thin body.
"What are you going to do?" Jerry asked as he laid his head against the big man's shoulder, enjoying the stimulation from the man's working of his penis through the cloth.
"Now, or in general?" Ames asked lovingly.
"Both, I guess. I can call Mr Paul if you like." The boy said. He thought about the very large black man that Mr. Ames kept on retainer to eliminate problems with all due prejudice.
"Hmm, interesting idea. I can't get to Clay at the moment but I can get to those pint size loud mouths. Smart thinking, Jerry." Ames said with a smile. "Right now, I want something else though." He brought his moth to the boy's and kissed him, slipping his tongue into Jerry's mouth. He pulled away after several moment and looked closely at his boy.
"Yes. Sir." Jerry said. He returned the smile and knew exactly what he was supposed to do. He stood up and went to his knees on the thick blue carpet.
Ames unzipped his slacks and lifted his butt slightly, letting the boy move the pants down his legs to the floor. He relaxed his head against the back of the chair and closed his eyes.
Jerry moved into position, taking the eight inch cock into his mouth, working the girth that nearly stretched his lips into painful contours. He could taste the sweat as well as the thick man musk on the man's flesh and he loved it.
"Mr. Paul. Such a smart boy, you are Jerry." Ames said as he enjoyed the oral talents of his young ward.
(2)
The conversation with the detectives lasted for hours. The boys had told their stories over and over again, with the exception of Adam, who remained silent the whole time and was not mentioned in any way being involved with the nastiness at hand. If they didn't know about her son now, they didn't need to find out.
Francine had served coffee throughout the discussions which she insisted on being allowed to be a part of. Jesse was her responsibility and now it looked like Tommy would be as well. She still had to worry about how in the name of God, she would be bale to raise three gay teenage boys on her own.
The detectives left after three hours and Francine shut and locked the door behind them. She let out the deep breath she had been holding in, worried that they were going to take Tommy, Jesse, or both of them away when they left.
"Damn." Tommy said. "What now?"
"I don't know, man." Jesse replied. "I guess we just have to wait and see if Clay lives or not. If he does, I guess we'll have to go to court. If not, then the deal will probably be over with for us since we don't know who Clay's supposed father actually was and very little about the man."
"Let's hope." Francine said as she padded back into the kitchen in her robe and bunny slippers. She had wanted to go back upstairs and change but there had never been any time. "I know it's a horrible thing to say, but I hope that man does die. Not just because of what he has been doing to you boys, but because he deserves it." She leaned her back against the breakfast counter.
"I don't know if he does deserve it, Mrs. C." Tommy said. "Clay's not a bad guy, not really. He did what he thought he had to do. His father, or whoever the man was, had such a tight hold on him for so many years. That had to have some effect on his mind." Tommy still couldn't believe that he wanted to defend Clay, but he did. Rationally he knew Clay had done bad things and deserved to be punished, but not to die, not for something he probably never wanted a part of to begin with.
"He could have walked away when he turned eighteen. Hell, he could have walked away before that and reported the man to the authorities." Francine Conner snapped. She hadn't meant to be so harsh but she was tired of hearing anything in defense of that man. As far as she was concerned he was as much a part of it as his father because he hadn't left, just because he hadn't had the courage to leave didn't mean a damn to her.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. C." Tommy said. He didn't want her to be mad at him. It wasn't that he was afraid she would change her mind about him staying with them but that she was finally warming to him and he didn't want that to stop.
"Honey, I'm not mad at you. There is just so much going on in my heard right now. I am so damn scared that things are going to explode. This is exactly what my father in law would use as ammunition in a custody case to get Adam away from me."
Adam looked at his mother, his face a show of emotion, mostly fear. "He couldn't. Could he?"
"I don't know, baby. I hope not. I'll fight the bastard tooth and nail before I would give you up to anyone. I'd die before letting him take you." She looked at the three boys. "I guess we are all in this for the long hall, guys. You stand with me, and I'll stand with you." Francine said. Her determination strong within her.
"I`m wiped." Jesse said. He stood up and pushed his chair under the table. "I'm going to grab a nap if that's cool."
"Sure, hon, go ahead. Adam, I want to talk with you for a bit in private." She said.
Jesse kissed Adam on the mouth, just a quick peck, and he was off to bed.
"I'm going to go for a walk." Tommy said as he stood up.
"Don't go far, okay? I really wish you wouldn't leave the house this weekend. Any of you. We don't now what that man's father would do or order to have done."
"Shit, I didn't think about that. I guess I'll just go watch TV in the den." Tommy said.
"Thanks, hon." Francine said.
Tommy walked out of the kitchen, pulling the swinging door closed behind him.
(3)
"Harry? It's Roger Ames. I need you for a job."
"Glad to hear it, Mr. Ames." Harry Paul said. He leaned back in his Lazy Boy cradling the phone with his right shoulder. "What have you got on tap?"
"Can you make it over here in the next hour?" Ames asked. He looked over to the couch where Jerry was jacking himself off. If he'd had time he would have given the boy a blowjob but he wanted to get Paul on the job as quickly as possible after he shot his own load. That boy was one hell of a great cock sucker, far better than Clay had ever been. Shit, Jerry was better at everything than Clay. He watched the boy tense as his cock spewed spunk in long spurts on his smooth chest. If he'd allowed it, Jerry would be a huge star, but he wouldn't do it. Jerry was his. Not for public enjoyment in any way, shape of form.
"I think I can manage that. Is this going to be an away trip or local?"
"Local." Ames replied. His eyes moved over Jerry's body as the boy used his Speedo to clean himself up.
"I'll be there in half an hour or so." Harry Paul said. He hung up the phone and hit the volume button on the TV remote. His eyes had never left the screen as he talked with Roger Ames. He watched as the two boys engaged in a sixty nine position. He loved watching the old tapes of Clay and who ever he was with for a scene. The boy had always been a favorite of his because there were few boys in Ames' stable that could take his eleven inch cock, with it's girth of a solid four plus inches around. It had been a bad day for him when Clay said he wouldn't do it any more. That he was going into a new business and a new life. That had been the last he'd seen of the young man.
The black man jacked his cock with long firm jerks, barely raising his hips from the recliner. He wondered if there was a way he could get Clay to spread his legs again. Ames had said that he should feel free to just take what he wanted from any of the boys but that wasn't his style. He wanted the boy's to want his giant black cock, not have it forced in them. He continued his pace for several minutes as he watched a well hung black teen shove his bare cock into Clay's inviting hole. A few strokes later, Harry's load erupted in long, thick ropes across his muscled abs and chest. He sighed with pleasure and reached for the cum rag on the coffee table. Time to get up and go to work.
(4)
Adam walked into the bedroom. His mind going over what his mother had told him about his grandfather and what they were going to face if the old man found about any of this. It would be bad enough keeping the fact that he was gay from becoming an issue if the man decided to fight as he threatened on so many occasions.
Jesse lay sleeping on the bed, still dressed as he had been that morning. Adam walked to the bed and got as close to his lover as he could without waking him. He prayed that they would never be separated.
Downstairs, Tommy watched a re-run of I Love Lucy without really paying it much attention. His mind was too far away, thinking about his past, his present, and sadly, his future. The future part worried him the most because of the things he had done in his past. How could he even consider to get Jesse and Adam involved and further in his troubles? If Clay's old man decided to have him knocked off, he'd probably order Jesse killed as well. That is if Phillip didn't get to either of them before the old man's goons could.
(5)
Phillip sat in his truck watching the Conner house. He'd decided to drive back into town but wasn't sure why. His head was still cloudy about what he was supposed to do. He remembered the gun under the passenger seat but wasn't sure who he was suppose to use it on. Most of the last day seemed to be like an old movie he'd watched when he was a kid. He wondered when the last time he knew what he was doing could have been. It seemed like forever ago that he felt in control.
The ideas of driving the truck off into the lake had been floating through his mind a lot in the last few hours. That was one of the reasons he had left his refuge. He didn't know how long he could resist that urge. There was just too much that needed doing yet.
He heard a noise and looked up. Darkness was beginning to settle in over the quiet neighborhood. He watched Tommy walk out the front door of the Conner house and walk away, acting as though he expected to be shot to death if he was noticed. The temptation was very strong to do just that. Shoot him and have one less witness to deal with later. No, his mind yelled within his head. It's not time yet. Wait for the moment. The time when all three targets were in one place and make a clean sweep.
Phillips didn't know why he was suppose to kill Tommy. It certainly didn't matter about him being a witness now. Everybody knew who had shot Clay because it was on the front page of the morning paper. The shooting, the studio in back of the comic shop, and all the master tapes that the police had seized. There were no secrets left to try and keep. He knew he would have to do what he was told. Do it or be driven slowly insane.
(6)
Tommy made sure that Adam and Jesse were sleeping, and that Mrs. C was at work in her upstairs office, before sneaking out of the house. The only place he could think of to hide would be at Ryan's house. Nobody knew of a connection between him and Ryan Little. He hoped that Ryan's guardian, Greg would let him stay there. No matter what happened, he didn't want Jesse, Adam or his mother to die because he led his friend into a terrible situation. It was all his fault and now he had to find a way to make things better.
He reached the gas station two blocks away without attracting attention to himself. Once inside the phone booth, he dialed the number Ryan had given him.
"Hello?" A man's deep voice met his ear.
"Is Ryan available?" Tommy asked.
"One moment." The man replied.
Tommy heard the click as the receiver was placed on a table or something. He could hear distant voices through his own hand set.
"Hello?" Ryan asked. He had been helping his brother, Harry with homework so they could play.
"It's Tommy. Dude, I need help. Bad." Tommy said, nearly whispering.
"Shit, man. I saw the paper this morning." Ryan said.
"Me too. I need a place to hide where nobody will have an idea how to find me. I can't let Jesse and the Conners' take any heat. I got them into this pile of shit, I have to get them back out again without risking their lives."
"Fuck, man. Just come over here. At worst, we can hide you in Greg's office playroom. There's a hidden door to it and nobody would know it was even there."
"Thanks, man. I'm going to be a while walking there."
"No way, dude. Just tell me where you are. Me and Greg'll pick you up."
Tommy told the boy where he was and that he would find a hiding place where he could watch for the suburban. They spoke a few more seconds before disconnecting.
Tommy replaced the receiver and went in search of a hiding place with good visuals of the parking lot.
(7)
Phillip had followed Tommy at a distance, watched him make a phone call, then sneak across the street to the arcade. He decided to sit and watch to see who might show up next.
(8)
The big Suburban pulled into the parking lot of the convenience store. Nobody got out or moved close to the SUV.
Tommy waited for a minute before leaving his hiding place behind the abandon Dairy Queen across the street. He crossed the quiet street and went to the truck. A back door opened as he reached to open it. He climbed in quickly and pulled the door shut behind him.
Ryan looked at him. The boy was very nervous, scared even. "Dude, you okay?" Ryan sat back against the seat beside his friend. He knew there was a risk to helping Tommy but he and Greg, and even Harry had agreed that it was worth the risk to help the boy.
"Yeah, I'm cool. When we get to your place, I'll call Mrs. Conner and tell her that I am safe and not to worry about me. I just want her and the guys to watch out for themselves, you know?"
"Yeah, man." Ryan said. He took his friend's hand and squeezed it tight. "You're safe now, dude." Ryan smiled slightly. His worries were just as strong as they had been when Tommy had called but he hoped he would relax some now that they were on the way back home without a problem.
Greg Harris drove down the streets toward his home across town. The idea of giving Tommy a safe haven was the right thing to do. He knew that. He just didn't Ryan or Harry put at risk for any reason. He loved the two boys like they truly were his own sons. He liked this boy, Tommy, a great deal. He was sexy as all Hell and the thought of getting a chance to spend some time with him was strong, but he had to protect him first. "Hey, guys? You know anybody that drives a small truck?" Greg asked.
Ryan and Tommy looked back through the rear window to see the small truck following at a short distance.
"Phillip." Tommy said softly. "Fuck. Phillip's behind us."
"Oh, God." Ryan said. He could feel the fear that he had experienced at the comic shop the previous night come back in a rush.
"Damn." Greg said.
"Just stop and let me out. He'll probably stick with me and leave you guys alone." Tommy said. He had released Ryan's hand and moved close to the door so he could make a quick escape so Greg could get away quick.
"No way, Tommy. I'm not leaving you for some whacked out guy to make a run at you. We are in this for the long haul. We made that choice before leaving the house." Greg looked back at the boys through the rear view mirror. "We have to hide some place." He thought about Harry, who had stayed home because Greg thought it best at the time. Now he wished the younger Little boy were beside him. He couldn't lead this psycho back to Harry.
Greg hit the gas after making a quick turn onto the freeway. He switched lanes trying to throw their pursuer off the track. To get noticed so easily, the boy couldn't be too much of a driver. He would go out to the cabin. Then, when he felt it safe, he'd make a run back to the house for Harry. He didn't like the idea of leaving the boys alone in the woods, but he couldn't leave Harry alone at home either.
(9)
Phillip followed the Suburban onto the freeway and tried to keep as close to the truck as he could. He knew that he had been spotted so now his only goal was to keep up. Who was this guy? He turned his radio volume up and settled in for however long this trip might take. His nerves and his temper growing short with each passing mile.